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Dissolve Me | AO3

one shot. 5k words. written for @dhr-advent.

Hermione draws Draco's name for the Hogwarts gift exchange and, much to his chagrin, begins to meddle in his affairs.

“Have you seen the Casia Amnis yet?” he asks. “No.” “Figures.” He plants down next to her. “Let’s be honest, you wanted to write a six-foot-long essay about it, and you pulled me into your orbit like a black hole.” “How powerful of me.” She preens. “If only I can convince you to confess all your secrets.” “You’re not that gravitating.” But he hasn’t stopped staring at her since he entered the tent. He reaches up, almost absentmindedly, and nudges a stray curl behind her shoulder.“Your freckles are like The Pleiades.” “Maybe you should write a six-foot-long essay about them,” she replies breathlessly. His mouth half-moons, a dimple forming on his cheek.

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fade into you | ao3

tomione / 1940s hogwarts years 3-7

There are more important things to dedicate his time to than mending a girl’s broken spirit, but Hermione Granger is no longer just any girl. She carries a piece of his soul. She belongs to Tom. 

What if Tom and Hermione attended Hogwarts at the same time?

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Strike A Match, Let Him Burn | AO3

one shot / 4k words / written for @pumpkinspiceficfest

When Draco returns home from Durmstrang, he falls into a hard and fast sexual relationship with the beautiful witch he meets at the bar. The only issue is that she’s a Mudblood, and he’s a Malfoy.

He arrives at her flat past midnight on Saturday, drunk, staggering, reeking of desperation. He pushes her up against the wall and clutches her throat. Presses his nose at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, inhales deeply. “Did he touch you?” She shuts her eyes, revels in the weight of him against her. Idiot, she thinks. Can’t you see how much you care for me? “I kissed him,” she admits, because it’s the truth and because she wants to hurt him. He has wounded her since the very beginning of this arrangement. She just didn’t realise it until it was too late. He is looking for a wife. It is his familial duty to get married. But not to a Muggle-born witch like her. Her attraction blinded her to him. Blinded by his intelligence, the way he seemed to genuinely care about her interests, her work, the advice nobody else in her life had the knowledge to give her. He went to Durmstrang. Shouldn’t that have told her everything she needed to know? They were doomed from the start. He stares at her mouth like it has committed a personal crime against him. His grip tightens around her throat. Her breath catches as she struggles to breathe. His face crumples like he might cry.  “Hermione.” It sounds like he has met his edge. 

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Soul Stealer | AO3

one shot. 12k words. soulmates & war.

Trapped together in the Malfoy Manor greenhouse, Hermione is dying and Draco will do anything to rescue her.

There’s a small pond a kilometre from Headquarters and they meet there whenever Draco makes a stop to speak to Moody or another member of The Order. They’re sprawled on the grass on top of his cloak, hands tangled together, kissing for what feels like hours. Draco rains kisses along her jaw, slowly descending her neck. Lingering at the hollow of her throat.  “Do you let Weasley do this?” he asks abruptly, looking up at her with smouldering eyes. His jaw pulses when she doesn’t immediately reply. “No,” she says, hearing the uncertainty in her voice. His fingers clench around her knuckles. “But I know he likes me.”

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AO3 | Wattpad

Nothing compared to being the Mudblood Slytherin girl. Too evil for another house, too dirty for the one I called home.

Hermione becomes the first Muggle-born student in Slytherin House.

Ecdysis: the process of shedding old skin.

(Slytherin Hermione, No Voldemort-AU, Slow burn Dramione, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Hogwarts years 1-7, Slytherin-centric, Hermione-centric)

(art by @softkombuchart)

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ECDYSIS 🐍 | AO3

Slytherin!Hermione - Hogwarts Years 1-7 and beyond - No Voldemort AU - Dramione end-game

Nothing compared to being the Mudblood Slytherin girl. Too evil for another house, too dirty for the one I called home.

Hermione becomes the first Muggle-born student in Slytherin House.

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Mixed Signals | AO3

Dramione / 14.7K (complete) / rated E

Everything was fine until Ginny started shagging Draco Malfoy.

Or, Ginny and Draco spark up a friends with benefits relationship but after countless visits to their flat, he falls for Hermione instead.

They threw a pan on the stove and drizzled it with sesame oil and broke out all the leftover vegetables in the fridge. Ginger and chilli peppers from her garden and bell peppers and half a courgette.  Hermione was about to stand behind the frying pan when Malfoy came up behind her, placing a hand on her hip. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said in a low voice. His chest was warm against her back, his breath soft on her cheek. “I didn’t get a chance to tell you that.” “Thank you,” she replied in a stupor. It wasn’t just the compliment, but the soft caress of his voice, its possessive twinge, the way he towered over her, especially now that she’d taken off her heels. She trembled. “I love this colour on you.” He plucked the strap of her iris top. “Brightens up the whole room.” She smiled and felt his fingers flutter over her curved lips. “Not as much as this, though.” A fleeting touch before he nudged her away from the stove and took her place.

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STARLUST ✨ | AO3 | Wattpad

6.7k | rated E | art/fic collab w @dara-art

Reunited at Pansy and Neville’s wedding, Hermione and Draco spend one night together under the stars.

Flirty banter & outdoor shower sex (snippet beneath the fold).

“I’m not saying I need you to take me out if we have sex,” she said, breathless.  He leaned his jaw on her shoulder, sucking in a breath, the sharp line of bone digging into her skin even through her bathrobe. With his other hand, he nudged her robe off her shoulder, pressing his lips on the warm skin there. A shiver ran down her spine.  Draco’s mouth swept up the curve of her shoulder, finding the sensitive column of her neck. He kissed her there, then higher, sucking her skin between his lips. She tilted her head, giving him room to explore and bruise. To claim.  “If the sex is good, Granger, I’m going to make you mine,” he replied at last, relieving her from the anticipation. He released her hand to trail his fingers over her body, loosening her belt.  “And when you’re mine,” he proceeded, slipping his fingers beneath the opening of her robe, stroking the smooth expanse of her stomach, “I’m going to worship these curves,” he traced the shape of her hip and groaned, “until you’re addicted to my touch. Until you forget anyone else was here before me.”