Hello, not sure if there is a tag for this but I am looking for fics where D does not tell/lies to H about his betrothal/engagement to Astoria. Either they start spending time together or start dating and then H finds out. Thanks in advance!!
Child of Dawn by SarahFraser - E, 31 chapters - A broken engagement, a betrothal contract, and too much champagne leads to Hermione moving to the United States with a piece of Draco Malfoy that she most certainly hadn’t packed in her bags. Five years later, she’s back in London to embark on a new journey and finds herself a bit in over head as a single mother to a special little girl.
Amends - thelashjedi - M, 7 chapters - The ball had been underway for about an hour before he caught his first glimpse of her. He was off to the side, chatting with his parents and Astoria, who was preening under all of the attention she had received as the newly announced, future Mrs. Draco Malfoy. Granger was standing across the dancefloor, with her back to him, engaged in conversation with Potter and some higher-up from the Ministry, her wild curls making her instantly recognizable. She was wearing a golden evening dress – like the Gryffindor queen that she was – a Muggle fashion that showcased her curves. Even from behind, without seeing her face, she was practically stopping his heart she was so gorgeous. And then she turned around and he thought his heart might have actually stopped for a moment.Granger was pregnant.Granger was noticeably pregnant. Probably around five months pregnant. Which meant that she had been pregnant the night that they had ended things, three months ago. The night that she had confirmed that she was exclusively sleeping with him, and had been exclusive with him for the preceding several years.Granger was pregnant, with his child.
ivy by HawthorneWhisperer - M, one-shot - “You think I’m going to undress in front of you? I don’t know what sort of woman you think I am, but—” Draco sighed again and ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it. She’d never seen him disheveled like that before, and regrettably, it only made him more handsome. It made her fingers itch to push that one lock back from his forehead, which was possibly the most absurd thought she had ever had. And Hermione was a woman who planned to make a living as a lawyer, so she was no stranger to absurdity. “I didn’t say that, did I? I said come over and stand in front of the fire, which might count as seduction when it comes from the Weasel, but trust me, if I was going to seduce you, you’d know it.”
A Series of Very Bad Decisions by damnedscribblingwoman - M, 4 Chapters - A wizard and a witch walk into a bar. Tequila and bad life choices ensue.
The Best Laid Plans… by ningloreth - M, one-shot - Give your house-elves an inch of freedom and some of them will take a mile. Luckily, this house-elf has a heart of gold.
Unbreak My Heart By: RZZMG - M, one-shot - Five years after graduation, Draco and Hermione come to a crossroads in their relationship. With a little Slytherin help-and 1 Gryffindor-can these two get their happy ending? FIC CHALLENGE. One-Shot. Romance/Hot Shag. Dramione/Draco x Hermione. COMPLETE
Hi! Absolutely love Abraxas Malfoy in the fics I've been reading, so can you recommend a list of pro-Abraxas Malfoy in Tomione fics? Ideally, him and Hermione being friendly with one another, or him having this friendly or positive attitude, or just him having like a prominent role in Tom or Hermione's circle. Thanks!
Hey Anon,
Here's a few off the top of my head where I remember Abraxas being their bud.
Followers feel free to drop others in the comments. -JD
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can yall share some tomione fics that youre currently reading/following? or even maybe an updated list of favorites?? thanks!
Hey Anon,
Sorry for the wait was checking if our other admins had more to add. As always there's our Admin Favs list here for anyone who wants to peruse everything on there. Apparently we've hit the threshhold for max links you can have in a post on Tumblr so we can't keep adding there.
Here's a few new fics I've been reading/following, as always I'm sure they're will be more to come in future ask me again in another year. Can't stop, won't stop. <3
I'd love to get more recs from people reading new works too! Please drop them in our comments or use our Submit feature to make a post! -JD
Altered State by Ginnyruin
E/Ma | WIP | 219k
Six years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Auror Hermione Granger activated a mysterious dark object, which unexpectedly sent her decades into the past.
Tom Riddle, now known as Voldemort, returned to British wizarding society in 1966 after a decade-long absence. Under the guise of interviewing for the DADA teaching position, he went to Hogwarts to conceal one of his Horcruxes, Ravenclaw’s Diadem. However, the coveted position had been stolen a week before his arrival by an intriguing witch.
As manipulative schemes emerged, tension built into a ruinous obsession.
Art Trilogy by WildKitsune
E/Ma | WIP
Art of Genius- Three years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione is working on a team of healers to help find a cure to a new wizarding disease. An imprisoned Lord Voldemort offers the help of his considerable genius but only if Hermione consents to be his handler.
Art of Charm- Even though Voldemort seems to be keeping his word to Harry and living within the laws of wizarding society, Hermione isn’t convinced her mate is as reformed as he seems. She becomes overwhelmed, knowing she can’t trust the one person she needs most in the world.
Art of Magic- A new player has entered the game between Hermione and the Dark Lord. What will it mean now that their bond has been broken? And what sort of powers does the mysterious Mr. Lake wield?
atelophobia by natasharomanhoffs
M | WIP | 107k
Sure enough, not five seconds later, the door cracked open, and a tall boy with green lining on his robes strode into the Hospital Wing. Hermione absent-mindedly noticed his attractive face, but she was more focussed on his uniform.
Lord, that looks stuffy, was her first thought.
At least he knows how to tie a proper Windsor knot, was her second.
The Department of Magical Law Enforcement by devdevlin
E/Ma | WIP | 14k
Harry's got a wild theory, and naturally, it's become her problem.
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In which Voldemort fled the Battle of Hogwarts and seven years later, Hermione is appointed to lead the team tasked with tracking him down. *this is a rewrite
The Diary by LittleMulattoKitten, weestarmeggie
M | WIP | 127k
Hermione was suspicious when she found an old journal amongst her things.
Tom was intrigued the night someone else's handwriting appeared in his diary.
Lord Riddle watches his past unfold from Hermione's side of the timeline to make sure history repeats itself without Albus's interference.
Exitus Acta Probat by JellyBellys
M | Complete | 466k
After a series of catastrophic events, Hermione decides to go to the past to stop Tom Riddle. Story includes timetravel, Slytherins that aren't evil, romance, betrayal, death, angst, and some comedy thrown in. AU after OoTP.
Gryffindor Red by foolishlywandwaving
NR | WIP | 37k
"How - how dare you?" She stammers, pushing him away with both hands. Riddle backs away as though she is brandishing a hot poker, a horrible little smile on his face. Her thighs burn white hot from where his hands have been trailing up. Hermione yanks her dress down and continues, finding her voice through the fog of insanity that has clouded her judgement. "How dare you just show up to my house and threaten me, then kiss me!"
Hermione Granger And The Journal’s Riddle by Little_Seraphim
E/Ma | WIP | 104k
‘I want to open it,’ Hermione thought nearly opening the book before stopping herself. “You cheeky book.” She tapped its cover. “Compulsion? Really?” Rolling her eyes at how stupid whatever magic the book had upon it was, she put it away in her school things and began sorting through ways of blocking magic. The new project had her eager and before long, she’d forgotten her boredom. Whatever the book was, it wasn’t common and it could influence the minds of those nearby.
‘I’ll get to the bottom of you.’ Hermione thought giving the book a grin.
I of the Storm by Ardentlyadmired
E/Ma | One Shot | 6k
Her mind is still racing as she flees between the trees. Each bite and sting of the landscape feels like it’s fighting to keep her, hold her here. Even in the slick rainfall branches scratch at her face, drawing blood, snarling and pulling at her hair. Leaving pieces of herself in her wake.
She can smell the damp. Petrichor and dirt. Rot. The blood on her cheek, the sweat on her skin that melts into the rain. The acrid scent of fear. It reminds her that she is alive. Almost there. Almost free.
Invictus by greyana
E/Ma | WIP | 319k
Voldemort intended the object to be used by his most loyal follower in the event that his horcruxes were destroyed, but it ended up in Hermione’s possession instead.
It sent her back to a time when he was much less the monster that she’d always known him to be. Dumbledore’s description of him couldn’t have prepared her for the intelligence and charm of Tom Riddle.
He isn’t who she thought he was.
Hermione discovers that it’s a dark descent into the madness of the man she should hate, but can’t… a descent she will never emerge from.
Lady Selwyn by matchapuff
E/Ma | WIP | 88k
The discovery of an old Selwyn family photo sends Hermione back to 1952. At the heart of her journey is a silver crown.
Miðgarðsormr by xXAonoNYmouSPXx
M | WIP | 163k
Tom watched as the mother and son stop at a spot by the fountain. The witch whom he's never met before in his life, with bushy brown hair atop a heart-shaped face, and the boy who looked exactly like him when he was at that age.
Infinite Spin by seollem
E/Ma | WIP | 24k
All the screens flashed black and white simultaneously, scoreboards blinking excitedly, the same glorious name at the top of each list.
LordVoldemort.
Lady Selwyn by matchapuff
E/Ma | WIP | 88k
The discovery of an old Selwyn family photo sends Hermione back to 1952. At the heart of her journey is a silver crown.
Miðgarðsormr by xXAonoNYmouSPXx
M | WIP | 163k
Tom watched as the mother and son stop at a spot by the fountain. The witch whom he's never met before in his life, with bushy brown hair atop a heart-shaped face, and the boy who looked exactly like him when he was at that age.
the price of water by peppershark
E/Ma | WIP | 34k
After a mishap in the Room of Hidden Things, Hermione finds herself in a barren, post-apocalyptic future where witches are all but extinct.
Ruination by VittoriaRenoir
M | WIP | 33k
Tom Riddle shows up on Hepzibah Smith's door in search of Slytherin's locket. Unfortunately, Hepzibah's daughter, Hermione, doesn't seem to like him much. Meanwhile, Hermione plots revenge.
She Rises by giraffelove92
M | WIP | 341k
"He watched as the air around her crackled with her magic, and it was so aggressive, so electrifying, that he wondered how this beautiful creature had ever managed to evade his notice – how he'd so foolishly underestimated her from the start." Darkfic.
Shopkeeper by Ciule
E/Ma | One Shot | 6k
A strange impulse rose - as if he wanted to have a conversation with her, maybe find out what she needed the fae teeth for - and he Summoned his trench coat, shrugging into it.
“Let’s have dinner.” It came out as a command, not as an invitation, and the girl looked as if she had seen a flying Merman.
A Sin To Know by EchoPhoenix
M | WIP | 81k
Tom allowed a genuine smile past his bloody lips as he raised his slender fingers to his gaze. Miss Granger really ought to curb such a self destructive habit, digging her fingernails into her palm like a reprimanded child?
Trials by nauticalparamour
M | Complete | 51k
A happenstance meeting between Tom and a mysterious witch named Hermione in Borgin and Burkes sends the pair of them on a tangled path to get what they want - Tom, ultimate power over the wizarding world, and Hermione, to bring down the dangerous wizard at the edges of her mind. Will their magnetic connection help or hinder them in their ultimate goals? Time travel AU.
Venenum by Koryanderi
E/Ma | WIP | 145k
Hermione travels for the year 1943. All she wants is to return to her friends, but her evasive attitude and behavior that breaks the standards of time, ends up arousing interest of Tom Riddle that soon turns into an obsession.
Verso by virennia
E/Ma | WIP | 25k
Hermione met him when she was twelve.
Tom Riddle, the most handsome boy in school.
when sunsets look like blood (hold me till the stars appear) by justprompts
T+ | WIP | 37k
"I - I'm really sorry, I've had a kind of portkey issue - " the girl begins, her voice carefully controlled - as Tom smirks at her.
"Really?" he says, pointedly raising an eyebrow at the offending object around her neck. "Wouldn't you rather say you've had issues with time?"
There's a long pause, as the girl's eyes widen and she looks down at the exposed chain of the Time Turner. She mutters a curse, before sighing and saying, "So, what year is it?"
Or alternatively
The one in which Hermione Granger accidentally time travels into Abraxas Malfoy’s bed in the middle of the night.
Who Are We? by BareWithMeHoney
E/Ma | WIP | 28k
The year is 2004. Voldemort has hidden his Horcruxes in the past and the Order is fighting against impossible odds to find and destroy them.
But when Time itself begins to unravel, a new kind of sacrifice must be made before the world comes to an end.
Here is a list of our favourite themes/tropes, some of us unfortunately couldn’t make it to ten (lol) and some us us even left some fic recommendations!
Elle:
Marriage law (Lost images by Evil Gu,
Veela Draco (Mine by curiositykils,
Post-war timeline
Healer Hermione (Mine by curiositykils
Dark, evil Draco (50 Silver Sickles by Refictionista, the Little Bird series by the wanderers’ wandering daughter, Sold by Gryffindorclutz)
Pureblood Hermione (Presque Toujours Pur by Shaya Lonnie, Savior by Ares.Granger, It’s Not Over by AwfulWaffel)
Lucius and Narcissa approve (The Alkahest by Shadu-Kiam)
Wynken:
Dark
19 years later
Pro-
Anti-
Creature
Redeemed
Historical
Muggle
Secret Friendship
Re-Telling
AgnMag: In short, I like angsty fics with a happy ending.
Werewolf Draco (Cold Side of the Moon, Finding Peace)
Draco Has Secret Feelings For Hermione (To Be Himself, Everything Changes)
Kidnapping/Imprisonment (Subsistence, Crumple)
Hurt/Comfort (Apple Pies and Other Amends, How the Light Gets In)
Partners/Co-Workers (Drinking Buddies, Diary of an Illicit Affair)
Voldemort Wins (Uncoffined, Crimson with a Silver Lining)
Dark Draco (Every Way You Look At This, Save You, Save Me)
Protective Draco (The Mountain and The Sea, The Fool, the Emperor, and the Hanged Man)
Fake Relationship (Heavy Lies the Crown, A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy)
Pro-Ron
Jamie:
Post-war (Gravity, Apple Pies and Other Amends)
Parenting Class (Playing House with Malfoy)
Fake Relationship ( A Little Misunderstanding, A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy)
Co-workers (All Mine)
Muggle (Doppelgangland,Connecting Flight)
Childhood friends (Under the Lights, Repressed)
Hermione is Friends with Slytherins (Take My Hand)
Single Parent Hermione/Draco (The War is Over, Single Mother)
Best Friends (The Rest of Their Lives)
Already Married (A Fruitless Year)
Lisa:
Marriage Law/Forced Marriage (Pansy’s Revenge)
Fake Relationship (A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy)
SingleParent!Draco (A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy)
Memory Modification (Amissus/Redemption)
Harry/Pansy Side-pairing (Bring Me To Life)
Anti-Ron (Simply Irresistible)
Hogwarts Professors (Christmas Incentives)
Future Childrenl (Aurelian)
Co-workers/Office Partners (Best Served Silly/ Missed Connections )
Ladybear:
Memory modification (Thirteenth Night / Dark Water and Dying Eyebrights)
Time travel (Do it with some style? / Future Adventures)
Letters ( Footnotes / Letters To No One )
Trapped together ( What the Room Requires / A Kingdom Beside the Sea )
Reunion ( Family Lies / Reunions )
Post Hogwarts and Post War ( The Brigade / The Nietzsche Classes )
Future children! (Through the eyes of a child / Aurelian)
Co-workers/Office Partners ( Hunted / The Revenant )
Muggle life ( A Pound of Flesh / Bus Stop)
Head boy and Head girl ( Randy Man’s Playbook / Mirror, mirror, on the wall )
gumwouldbperfection:
Forced Partnership (Isolation, Clean)
Meet again after a previous relationship (Quill, Redemption)
Draco has always loved her secretly (To Be Himself, The Advocate’s Handwriting)
Fake relationship (How to Win Friends and Influence People)
Aemond x Reader - You Were Always With Me - Chapter 18
Summary: The fact that your House is under siege by the Greens drastically slow down Aemond's plans about you. But you also want to remedy that.
Warning: Smut, angst, jealousy
A/N: IMPORTANT!
I have decided to give reader (who is more an OC now to be honest, sorry everyone), a House and a background to her. I have made slight changes in the previous chapters, you can ask me where if you want but it will not alter your understanding of the story. I will do a short summary at the beginning of this chapter to explain. Only know that I tried to be as canon as possible (it's a real House).
(Part 1/ Part 2/ Part 16/ Part 17 - Part 19)
Context summary: Y/N is a Lydden, from Deep Den in the Westerlands. House Lydden is known to issue the wisest and most loyal advisors to the Crown since generations, making their council valuable throughout the Kingdoms, but it lacks the power of men at arms.
Their blason is a white badger on a green and brown background. You have a little brother, heir to the seat of Deep Den and your mother Melara, due to her fragile condition, does not live in King's Landing with the rest of you. She is a Marbrand from birth, one of the great Houses of the Westerlands, and her cousin, Lorent, is Lord Commander of Rhaenyra's Queen Guard.
You were screaming, calling for him. Dragons were flying around you, red, bronze and green as blurry spots high in the sky, and he was far, very far from you. He couldn’t move as you yelled his name in the distance, fire closing dangerously on you.
He heard Vhagar behind him, but she seemed inaccessible as she roared in pain, turning Aemond’s blood cold as he had never heard his dragon make such a sound. But all he could think about was the fact that if he did not move, you would burn under his very eye, screaming in agony, taken away from his life, forever, because he had been unable to protect you.
This is what he has always been afraid of, even when he began to entertain the thought of marrying you. What if he was not enough? The boy who were bullied by his brother and nephews, unloved by his father and poorly looked upon. Why would you chose him? And now you were burning, screaming his name.
“Aemond? Aemond!”
You shook him a harder, now frightened at his distressed features displayed on his sleeping face. He had been whispering in his slumber for a while now, waking you in the process as the sun had barely rose up.
“Aemond wake up! Everything is fine.”
He finally opened his eye in stupor, searching for something in the dim light. Then it landed on you, your soothing voice reaching his ears, and he instantly raised his hand to your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb as if to ascertain that you were real, panting. You did the same, wiping off the sweat on his forehead.
“Are you alright?” you asked, worry in your voice.
He nodded and he took you strongly in his arm, resting his face on the crook of your neck.
“I am now.” he simply said, his voice rougher than usual.
You let him embrace you for a very long time, wondering what in the seven’s name had him so disturbed, but you were please to be there at his side. As you felt sleep take you again once you had regain your position against him, Aemond, unable to find sleep himself any more, had watched your quiet breathing and peaceful form in his arms, promising himself that he would never let you be in pain.
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When you opened your eyes again, daylight filled the room, making you blink in order to adjust to it. You were alone in the bed, but you only had to raise your head to see Aemond seated at his desk, quill in hand, travelling on the parchment he was writing on. You didn’t move as you took your time to admire him, his hair down but still silky like, wearing his white linen shirt as his eye was focused on his work, his brow slightly furrowed.
You sat up, feeling the coldness of the air attacking your skin as your grabbed your underdress and put in on.
Aemond heard you move and lifted his gaze to you, seeing you finally awake. He admired briefly how lovely you looked, cheeks still pink from the warmth of comfort of the bed and your skin glowing in the dim sunlight.
Then you looked at him with a slight worry in your eyes and he was remembered of his dream, to fresh in his mind. His heart pang in his chest at the thought.
“Have you been awake long?” you asked as you flattened your dress before making your way to the desk.
“Hm. Since you woke me earlier.” he answered, tapping the tip of the quill nervously on the paper.
You let a moment pass. “Do you wish to talk about it?”
You felt something in him close as he inked the quill and resumed his writing.
“No I don’t.”
You wondered what had him act this way, what had occurred in this dream of his. He had seemed so lost when he had opened his eye after you had woken him up. You wanted to comfort him, but he would not let you, always so proud.
You had felt right, complete in Aemond’s arms during the night, and you only wished for him to feel the same. Now you could only feel sadness at the sight of him acting distant.
Although you did not know that, since he had woken up, he had watched you sleep for hours as the sun slowly filtered through the windows, grazing your soft skin tenderly as he battled against his own thoughts, desperately trying to clear his mind from the dreadful image that had him so worried. He had refused to leave the bed until he thought his behaviour absurd and stood up to make himself useful and get ahead of his work. But he could not ignore the twinge he felt in his heart as he parted from your embrace. He would watch you from his desk.
And at present he did not want you to see the struggle on his face, his failure at controlling his emotions.
Fortunately you changed the subject as you took your place in front of him.
“I know what you did. About Cassandra.”
His head rose up from the parchment, looking at you with narrowed eye.
“Who told you this?”
“Your mother did.”
Aemond sighed, dropping his quill and extending his arms on each side of the desk, considering you. Surely you would have something to say in the matter.
“It was a necessary measure.”
“Was it not simpler to just marry her? Instead of imprisoning them like this? Like me?”
His lips twitched. “You are nothing like her, you are not a prisoner here.”
“You are wrong. In the end, we are both leverage for our families to do as you tell them. This is not very different.”
He leaned further on the desk. “I beg to differ. I do not intend to use you as I would have used her. I will only do what I have to do to serve both our purposes, yours and mine.”
“And yet you did not use her at all, you did not make the not only strategic but sensible choice of marrying her. Why?”
“Surely you know why.”
He was looking straight at you, and you felt all of the meaning of his words strike you at once. You ignored the way your heart fluttered.
“I don’t… I don’t want to feel responsible for the misfortune of others.” you said, lowering your eyes on your hands resting on your lap.
“Do not think of you this way.” he said as he reached for your arm across the table. “Even if I agreed to this, I never intended to see it through. I was only blinded by my haste to counter Rhaenyra at the time.”
You looked up at him, remembering the events that followed Viserys’ death, and you know Aemond was thinking of it too as you saw his eye darken. You reached for his hand.
“Yes but see where it led you, us. All of this situation, all of those sacrifices-.”
“I don’t want to speak of it any more. I have made my decision as Prince Regent and what I say goes.” he said, final. “Besides, I should have know that Aegon’s ideas are always doomed to fail.”
You arched a brow, interested.
“So it was your brother’s idea? I would never have guessed.”
“He has his moments.” he answered, allowing you a knowing look.
You both fell silent as you just settled to stare at him, the feeling of his fingers intertwined with yours finally giving you the comfort you needed. When he let you go with a slight smile, resuming his writing, you found the courage to speak.
“What of my family Aemond? If I am no prisoner, I should be able to go to them.”
He stopped his writing once again, visibly flustered.
“Stop referring to you a prisoner.”
“I am maybe not in a cage, but I have a guard watching me and preventing me to do as I please. You cannot deny this fact.”
“Do not be alarmed by his presence, this is only for your protection and… precaution.” he said stammering a little, unsure.
“Is it your way of telling me that you don’t trust me?” you asked defiantly.
“It is not you I don’t trust, it’s everybody else.”
“This is what you claim but you won’t even let me in on what troubles you Aemond!”
He sighed again, mildly annoyed at the argument, seeing how you would not put the matter to rest. So he chose to ignore it, not ready to tell you of his dreams yet.
“I cannot let you go to your family yet because we need negotiations terms before taking any action. Besides, I will not have you go to a siege without my supervision.”
You felt hopeful as you understood that as soon as your letter would reach your father, negotiations will begin and your presence would surely be requested. At least Aemond believed so.
“Will you let House Vance go home?” you inquired, thinking about Addam being the one to besiege your family’s seat of all people. You found Aemond choice cruelly ill-thought.
“Oh I will find them a new challenging assignment. I am sure the little runt longs for a true battle.”
Aemond’s writing became more frantic as he said that, and you feared he would pierce the parchment. His evident jealousy awoke something in you, and you felt your playfulness come back to the surface.
“I wonder how he is faring though. I always found his courage enticing, he reminds me of the Winged Knight from the old tales.” you said dreamingly as you stood up to reach your wardrobe, picking your dress for the day.
You knew that Aemond was no stranger to tales of the Age of Heroes. In fact, you both grew up talking about his favourite, a certain blind knight named Symeon.
Aemond’s head shot up at your words and the next moment he had you between the closet and his body.
“Do not play with me.”
“I wasn’t my Prince.” you said innocently.
You felt his hand crept up from your hips to your waist, before he seemed to take control of himself, looking you from head to toes.
“Not a word of him ever again, you understand me?” he asked, his eye settling on your throat as you nodded, satisfied at the close proximity.
“Hm.” he said as he now caressed your neck, his eye following the pattern his fingers made on your skin. Then he left you and went to sit at his desk again, ignoring you as he finished his letter. You tried to hide your content smile at his displayed jealousy. You had not be raised like this, what was into you?
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Aemond was most of the time on the next days, visiting you when he could or when he needed to escape “the incessant blabbering of the court”, he called it, often ordering the kitchen to prepare a meal for you both in the middle of the day.
At night he would fall asleep rather quickly once you settled in his arms, often listening to you while he grazed your shoulder with his fingers. You were now the one waking up before him, and you didn’t miss the disappointed groan he made when he did not feel you at his side on the bed. But you were glad that he slept better than he had the previous night.
You did not know what occurred exactly beyond the wall of the Red Keep, but you felt anxious about going home, you could not wait, and it showed in you restlessness. You spent hours pacing, trying to find an activity to occupy yourself with, too plagued by your concern for your family and awaiting the raven from Deep Den impatiently. You prayed often to the Seven, asking for the welfare of your family and yourself, hoping that no harm with come of the inevitable confrontation House Lydden will have with the Greens. You also prayed for Aemond. More often than you would admit.
You wondered how much people knew of your relation with him, as he did not even bother to hide his affection for you any more. Although he did not demonstrate anything in public, the fact that you were not to be trifled with was becoming clearer for any one living within the castle.
Indeed, it was brought upon your ears that over the last few days he had ordered the mutilation of a servant who had spread ill words of you. You did not know what exactly has been said but the man had lost some of his fingers for it.
It was a brutal punishment, but you realised that this very servant was known to be under the service of one of the great families to resides in the Red Keep. Thus, Aemond’s order, you believed, was meant as a warning, as the man surely had only repeated what he had heard from his masters, one of the first to be scandalised upon your return.
Another interesting say about you reached your ears, and you wondered what Aemond though of it. Indeed, people were sometimes calling you, “the Prince’s stolen jewel”, and as you mused over it, thinking of its meaning, you found that it had a nice ring to it. But even that failed to distract you from your constant awaiting for news about your family.
You saw Helaena far less now that she spend most of her time near her bedridden husband, and you discovered that most of the ladies you knew from your time in King’s Landing had vacated the place, joining their home the war began. The place you once knew felt different now, unwelcoming without all of those familiar faces.
So once you had left the twins that had been left to the care of the mid-wives, always the sweetest when you played with them, happy to see you and you them, you made your way to the gardens, closely followed by your guard.
You grew accustomed to him, he was quiet but was not reluctant in answering you if you ever spoke to him. It was a comfort, as no one else would talk to you, too afraid to anger the one who now ruled this place. It however had the benefit to not be stared at, ogled at or darkly judge when people crossed path with you in the corridors any more.
You avoided the wing of the castle where you knew the Baratheons resided on a daily basis, not wishing to be confronted to the guilt you would feel if you ever saw them. Doing so, it brought you to parts of the castle you did not know very well, like the north side where the sun would not often shine. The pond you fell in when you were a child was there, and as you read your book next to the fresh water one afternoon, theclanking of your guard’s armour caused you to lookat what made him move.
Followed by two guards, you heard the limping walk of Larys Strong before seeing it.
“You are very difficult to find, my Lady.” he greeted as he took a seat on the stone fountain next to you.
“It was not my intention to hide, my Lord, I apologise.” you said, closing your book and bowing graciously. You never really had a conversation with the master of whisperers before.
He leaned on his cane as he talked to you, his scrutinising eyes on you at all times. He asked about your health in a polite manner at first, but you were expecting more. When he asked if your many travels of late had not tired you too much, the mention of Sandstone became inevitable and you finally understood what his motivation were, as he did not bother to be subtle about it as the conversation went on.
You tried to be as vague as possible when he asked about Quentyn, Myria, Larra and particularly Perros in who he seemed to take great interest. You feigned ignorance on the grounds of your short stay, hoping to put an end to this interrogation as soon as possible. However, Larys Strong would not have it.
“I was looking for gaining some more insights from you my Lady, as the news from Dorne are quite concerning of late.”
Your faced displayed confusion, so he kept on.
“You see, House Qorgyle is known to be a proud House, so I was eager to see how they would respond to your… escape.” He said, strong implication in his words. You tried not to be phased by it as he continued.
“However I ask you: how do you believe Quentyn Qorgyle reacted when he learnt of you departure and that his brother was wounded in the process?” he asked without waiting for you to answer. “He did not ask for reparation from the Crown, nor did he ask for your return. No. He requested Sunspear’s aid to take a stand against King’s landing. A treacherous act it was, don’t you think my Lady?”
You looked at him, stunned. He was scanning you, waiting to see how you would react, but as you said nothing, he simply smiled and continued.
“However the Martells refused, certainly due to the... situation in the Stepstones. They could not risk war on two fronts.” He paused. “Now, House Qorgyle finds themselves humiliated and without great allies. Yet.”
You slowly started to see where this was going, so you prepared yourself for the accusation.
“Do you, my Lady, believe your late betrothed stupid enough to rally the Blacks? Would you consider it a possibility?” he asked you, looking at you through his eye-lashed, head so low that his neck was twisted in a strange way.
“I would not guess the strategy of other my Lords, as I am sure you know how little understanding I have of current affairs.” you lied, trying to hold his gaze.
“I find it difficult to believe my Lady as your family has always been the most knowledgable and the wisest of advisors to the Crown for generation.” His gaze landed on the book on your lap. Besides, I remember how much you liked hearing about politics from your father as a child.”
He had said that in a sweet voice, and you felt uneasy as the realisation that even when you were little, Larys Strong always had his eyes on you.
You tried to explain that no political talks had taken place while you were at Sandstone but Larys interrupted you once again.
“Do you know why scorpions are depicted on House Qorgyle’s sigil?” he asked. “Because they have mastered its poison, and true to their Dornish tradition, have learnt to use it at their advantage.”
His face was closer to you know.
“I am and forever will be loyal to the Queen and her children. I will do whatever I must to unsure their safety, so understand when I tell you that I will do everything in my power to prevent their demise, even if it comes from within.”
He didn’t seem mad, he didn’t even seem annoyed, he was only calmly glancing at you, with the ghost of a smile on his face. You found it frightening.
“I do understand, maybe more than most, the torment women can cause to men, especially women such as you my Lady. And I do hope the Prince will show as much mercy to your family as he had showed you, as I know him to be much determined.”
And on this words, he departed, calmly walking as he disappeared behind the stone arch. You took a deep breath. You had learnt a lot today.
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When you entered you chamber before dinner, you saw Aemond impatiently sitting near the fire, jumping on his feet as soon as you passed through the door, asking about where you’ve been.
“I only lost track of time in reading, I did not realise it was so late.” you said.
He scanned your form from afar before closing the gap between you and pulling you against his chest. He rested his chin on the top of your head for a moment as you felt his body relax before kissing your hair.
“Next time I will not be so patient. I will come look for you.” he said as he led you to the table already filled with delicious dishes. But as you sat down, hunger eluded you and you watched your food with a pout, the conversation you had with the Master of Whisperers still on your mind.
“What is it?” you heard Aemond ask, drawing you out of your thoughts.
“Nothing, I simply had a long day.” you said, failing to give him a reassuring smile.
“Don’t lie to me.”
You sighed, feeling trapped.
“Lord Strong came to see me.”
“Larys Strong? Why?” His face was emotionless, but you felt his eye twitch with interest.
“He… inquired about my time in Sandstone, and its inhabitants.”
You did not wish to anger Aemond with talk of men acquaintances you have had, and you believe that talking about the Qorgyles might do just that. He sharply inhaled.
“He should not be talking to you in the first place.” he said, tightening his grip on his spoon. “What did he want to know?”
Aemond did not like Larys Strong. He found him useful as Master of Whisperers, but he did not like the long stares he gave to his mother. And he would certainly not like them on you.
You did not reply right away, thinking about your words.
“He is… worried of what they might do. Now that I am here.”
You saw Aemond’s jaw clench in annoyance.
“He is not the only one. I still fail to see why he came to you instead of me.”
“So you are worried too? About retaliation?”
“No I am not.” he said more loudly than before. “I will crush them if they dare to attempt something. I have seen their defences. It won’t stop Vhagar from burning their stronghold to the ground.”
You watched him warily as he regained hold of his emotion, looking at his cup as if all that he desired was to murder it.
“Next time Larys even looks at you, you come to me. I will have a word with him myself.”
You rejoiced at the thought, feeling relieved at the idea that you would never have to deal with Lord Strong again. Aemond didn’t miss the faint smile that appeared on your face and he felt himself relax at your thankfulness.
You both ate in silence at first, then the conversation shifted around your usual subjects. You had found out that since you had gone to Dragonstone, Aemond had been eager to hear about what you had learnt on medical care. Other times, you would have philosophical debates, Aemond’s second topic of choice behind history. It was the same as when you were teenager.
“How is Aegon?” you risked. Aemond’s jaw clenched at the thought.
“Worse. He drinks more than before somehow. Say it eases the pain.”
You felt pity for the him. You did not wish for a man so young to suffer such a fate. Furthermore, it made you very uneasy. It could have been him. It could have been Aemond.
You saw him rest his hand on his chest, where you knew the wound was.
“Does it hurt?” you asked, leaning closer to him.
“No, it is only the stitches that bothers me.”
Aemond, always the warrior, you thought.
“It might be undone a bit. Let me see.”
He groaned slightly, letting go of his chest reluctantly as you kneeled beside him.
“I am sure it’s fine. Do not bother.”
“I don’t want blood on the sheets Aemond. Let me see.”
He looked at you for a while, considering, before unfastening his belt and lifting his shirt.
You were right, the thread had been loosened and was not covering the wound properly. You grabbed a needle and scissors and took care of it swiftly. You could sense his gaze on you as he said nothing as you worked on him.
“Thank you.” He finally said. “For everything.”
You knew he was referring to your time in the desert, as he bled out on Vhagar. But you had felt useless at that time.
However you only nodded, smiling at him and went to stand up but you were stopped by his lips on yours, hands cupping your neck.
You felt your head spin as you stayed like this, thinking how you would never grow tired of it. He broke the kiss for air, his eye watching you with fondness.
“You look rather nice on the floor at my feet like this.” he said teasingly, his thumb brushing your lips.
You blushed, arching an interested brow at him. You tried to ignore your blood warming up in your body at his words, his touch and his intense gaze not helping, and he was displaying that smirk of his again.
You rolled your eyes slightly, shifting in your position to be more comfortable to get up, but something flashed in his eye. His hands still cupping your neck, he prevented you from moving as his once again mouth on yours screwed you to the floor between his legs, making you clutch onto his thigh for support.
He groaned at that, and you knew you had made a mistake, the sounds coming from him echoing into your very being now.
“I want you.” he murmured, pressing his nose against your cheek.
You retrieved your playfulness at once, feeling like you had the upper hand, even though you were starting to feel dizzy already.
“My Prince seems to forget that he won’t let me stand up.”
“You don’t have to.” he stated, taking hold of your chin as he looked at you, eye full of meaning.
You looked surprised at first, but you remembered the events of the nights prior, when he had asked you to wait. “Not yet” he had said. And you would be lying if you said that you were not curious about reciprocating the favour, about making him feel good.
So when you advanced a hesitating hand to his crotch, the instant twitch you felt under your palm gave you the confidence you needed.
“That’s it.” you heard him say as he guided your hand exactly where he wanted you.
You were as entranced at the sight, as if you could not look away from his growing bulge. The only indications you registered was the sharp movements of Aemond’s chest as he tried to control his breathing and the sounds he made, deep and frustrated as you stroke the fabric of his pants.
It grew harder and bigger under your palm, as asking to be released, so you obliged, with the help of Aemond putting his layer down as you heard him praise you.
You took him in your hands, trying to be gentle at first, wondering if you were doing the right thing, but you quickly learned the rights placed to touch, Aemond’s low growls of pleasure leading you into the right direction.
You could not help but lick your lips after several minutes of Aemond’s delicious silence, looking up sometimes at him to find him watching you with hungry eyes, lips parted, panting slightly.
You were unsure of what you were doing, but you knew you wanted to. So you when you draw your mouth near his length, your hot breath against his sensitive skin, you knew that you would have to go slow as you felt his whole body tense in expectation.
“Gods…” he said weakly as you looked up at him innocently. “This is torture.”
You smiled, satisfied, but you did not waste another second as you took him in your mouth, partly at first, then proceeding to work your tongue in the most teasing way possible, your fingers still stroking him as before. You took pleasure at the sounds he made, and even if you were focused on your task, you enjoyed the look of pure lust he gave you.
“I knew your pretty mouth of yours would not disappoint.” he joked, but you sucked harder and his laugh died instantly, replaced by loud hisses.
You laughed internally, convinced that you would never match the skills his own mouth possessed when it was working on your skin. But continued working against him, stopping occasionally to breath properly as he tenderly removed your hair from your face during his moments of clarity.
You tried to ignore your own arousal when he came, streams of white liquid spreading around his shaft as he tried to steady himself. You watched as his panting continued and the warm liquid flowed onto your hands, wishing that you had been closer to him in order to drink his moans. You promised yourself to make it real next time.
You rose on your feet as Aemond grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer as he kissed your hand.
“Swear to me that you will do that again.” he said, smiling, and you could not help but smile also.
The next hour you were in your usual spot in his arms, on the bed, and his good mood had not left him since dinner.
“I feel like you deserve a reward, for earlier.” he said mischievously.
“No, you don’t have to Aemond-.” but you were interrupted by his hand between your thigh.
“I cannot leave you like this, this is quite a waste.” he stated as he felt how drenched you were.
You tried to repeat that it was not necessary but his touch made you abandon your plea and you lost the ability to talk.
He liked everything as he fingered you. The way you arched your back against him, the way you clenched around his fingers, the sounds you made, and the way you clutch onto his arm for dear life as he roamed into you. Mostly, it was the way you whimpered his name as you reached your climax, making your body limp on top of him.
This time you felt asleep first, Aemond holding you from behind as he caressed the skin of your arm softly.
He knew how restless you were at the idea of seeing your family again, and he was glad that he could give you some relief in his arms. He placed a kiss onto your neck before following you into slumber, his breath matching yours.
The Boy in the Hammock - galfoy - M, 18 chapters - Hermione tugged at the string holding the hood onto the boy’s head, gingerly pulling the fabric back to reveal his face. Lying before her, barely recognizable beyond the swelling and the blood, but still very much himself, was Draco Malfoy.
Broken - inadaze22 - M, 26 chapters - He felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. And while that disturbed Draco to no end, what really disgusted him most of all was the harrowing fact that someone or something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.
Bring Me To Life - luckei1 - T, 12 chapters - Hermione finds Pansy about to jump off a bridge.
Interesting times By: Litobee - M, 13 chapters - It’s been 20 years since the war, new friendships were formed, old one’s died, what happens when the old and new collide? (Originally was to be a one-shot but decided to make it a multi-chapter)
Kiss, With Tongue - tamlane - NC17, 10 chapters - Frustrated with the male propensity to ‘shag and run,’ the girls engage in a contest to see who can go the farthest by Valentine’s Day without going all the way. But perhaps they should have chosen their partners more carefully….
Alexandra - Gallopin’ Gorgons - M, 35 chapters - After restoring her parents memories, Hermione finds out she isn’t who she always believed to be. However, she decides not to let this new development affect her live at all. Problem is, life does seem to happen when you’re busy making other plans. Especially, when a charming Draco, a meddling Narcissa and 2 rogue Death Eaters turn it upside down. M for a reason
Warnings: a few curse words, mistakes, doesn’t follow the plot of either the tv series or the books, I suck at summaries, this one’s quite long
Summary: while the Baratheons prepared for one of the King’s sons to choose his soon-to-be-bride, Y/n Baratheon caused a fight with a young man in the woods. Who knew he was a Prince? Exactly. We did.
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x reader [Visenya Velaryon/Strong] (daughter of Rhaenyra and Laenor/Harwin)
Synopsis: In celebration of the royal wedding between Helaena & Aegon Targaryen, the princess Rhaenyra and prince Daemon travel to Kings Landing, bringing with them the first-born children, Visenya, Jacaerys and Lucerys who, upon their arrival they get the opportunity to get reacquainted with their uncles with whom they have spent their childhood. Perhaps a bit too reacquainted…
Warnings: Aemond smut story, hotd spoilers for 1.08, 18+, smut, swearing, sexual content, oral
Word count: 1,4k
The wind whipped at his silver hair and the turbulence thundered in his ears, deafening him, as he soared through the celestial. While he rose higher and higher, he was enveloped in the haziness of the clouds, blinding him. But he had no fear. The dragon’s undulating muscles beneath his straddling body felt as if though connected to his own, forcing their masses through the heavens with an effortlessness. As Vhagar rose higher still to the one-eyed prince’s command, subsequently approaching the stratosphere, Aemond experienced a thinning of the air and struggled to breathe. But he submitted to it, and leveled himself out, Vhagar conforming to his movements. He then leaned forward into his saddle and together they plummeted down towards the earth. The imprinted dragon carried them back through the blinding clouds, until they cleared up and through them gaped the ocean. Prince Aemond leveled out again until the entirety of Kings Landing spread out before him. He observed its rising towers in the distance, the setting sun illuminating the city and painting the sky a deep orange. But as the walls of the kingdom grew nearer, he straightened himself in his saddle to get a better view of the blue vastness.
Gliding through the waves beneath him was a ship with black sails that, to the prince, was unrecognizable. Aemond flexed his jaw, and getting ready to descend he clutched his reigns tighter in his grip, and rightfully so, because he could suddenly feel a mighty blow to the side of Vhagar’s thorax as if it were his own, propelling them sideways through the air, throwing him off his saddle. Vhagar let out an ear-deafening roar as she briefly lost control of her body. Her rider hovered in the air, fixating himself to her back by only her saddle’s flank strap. The dragon swiftly recovered her composure, allowing the flustered prince to pull himself back on. The prince’s gaze searched the firmament in fury and stupefaction, only to find it empty. Suddenly one more blow was delivered to Vhagar’s other side, this time milder and less tumultuous for the drake, though forcefully knocking the prince aslant in his seat. After regaining his composure a second time, he turned to the obvious movement in the corner of his one eye, and indeed sailing the wind to his right was a black-blue colored dragon with black scales adorning its ventral abdomen, and large, coiled horns protruding from its cranium. Sitting astride its back was a dark-dressed figure with a masked face. Their eyes met briefly just as their dragons’ sailing wings struck each other and they let out a threatening screech, resounding across the city so that everyone ought to have heard.
“Ossēnagon [Kill]”, growled the prince, commanding his dragon, and steered her towards the trespasser, but the blue-black dragon, being one third the size of the mighty Vhagar, got away with ease as its rider crouched down into their saddle and dove down towards the city. “You fucking…” The prince dove after them, and the beasts landed opposite each other by the crypts of the dragon pits. Prince Aemond dismounted and started towards the stranger, the metal of his dagger clinging as he drew it from his waist. The figure had also clambered down from the dragon back and stood perfectly still by the blue-black beast, watching the prince coming towards them with his blade drawn, its metal surface reflecting the last rays of sunshine in the heavens. Kingsguard’s muted, alarming exclaims could be heard in the distance, but of no use. Aemond’s one palm found hold of the back of the figure’s delicate neck and the other urged the blade to their throat.
“You would be well advised to tell me who the hell you are”, growled the prince, pushing himself towards their much shorter frame and feeling the hot, humid exhales beneath the cloth covering their mouth.
“My prince!” exclaimed Ser Harrold. “Let her go!” The loyal guard ran to disarm him but the dragons’ menacing growls bellowed between the walls of the mountains, completely incapacitating the silver-plated knight who cowered with fear.
Her?
The prince gazed over his shoulder in the direction of the knight in recognition of the word and in his realization, the scowl on his face was replaced by a look of sheer bewilderment.
“Skoros iksos pirta, kepus [What is wrong, uncle]?” a voice that might as well have been made of velvet softened the two-inch gap of what was left between their faces, soothing the rage that he felt and shifting it into something he couldn’t quite fathom. His lips parted in arousement. “Gaomagon ao daor gīmigon issa [Do you not remember me]?”
Aemond’s pupil dilated to the familiar sound of his mother tongue, the words dancing so effortlessly between her lips, stirring something within him. He looked deep into her eyes as he felt the tension in her shoulders loosen, giving in to his ferocious grip around her neck, forcing the blade further into her skin. And to her body’s surrender, the prince slowly guided his hand to his waist, sheathing the steel in his scabbard. He then reached it towards her chin; pulling down the protective cloths covering her face, revealing a pair of amber colored eyes accentuated by dark eyebrows. Though what enthralled him the most were her flushed, plump lips that were breathing into his face. Her dark brown hair billowed in waves around her face and down to her waist, strands of it exquisitely fanning across her lineaments in the wind. Aemond’s expression softened to the sight of her and his lips arced into a wicked smile.
“Visenya”, whispered the prince, relaxing his grip around her neck, his eye smiling while still looking deep into hers, “It has been too long.”
Visenya placed her gloved hands to his torso, which was covered in a black, silver-buckled flight-attire, and began to steadily run them up his sternum. As Prince Aemond finally broke their gaze to watch her graceful hands roam his chest, she nudged him backward, releasing herself from his grasp.
“Indeed.” She returned Aemond’s askew smile and began pulling off her gloves finger by finger. She was dressed in dark brown leather pants and corset, tightly clinging to her body, and emphasizing her effeminate curves and round breasts. Aemond stepped back to observe her, folding his arms behind his back. “You look well, uncle”, she said, avoiding looking at the eyepatch covering the gruesome scar over his left orbit put there by her brother.
“Mm…”, Aemond respired, pouting his lips into a knowing smirk. Visenya smiled at him, her dimple hollowing the skin beneath the apple of her right cheek, unknowingly stirring him with desire. They looked upon each other for a while, their eyes with equal intensity, their gazes fighting each other for dominance, until Visenya broke the silence.
“This is Nalox”, she turned and put her arms on her big reptile, running her hands over the unique color palette of the dragon’s scales.
“A fine beast”, Aemond endorsed. He stepped forward, approaching Nalox’s gigantic mandibula riddled with serrated, dagger-like teeth. The blue-black dragon stirred and snorted to the unfamiliar scent of the one-eyed prince, but as the prince ran his hands over the dragon’s thick hide, her growling subsided and her rapidly moving orbit searched itself to his. She let out a subdued rumbling noise as the prince proceeded to pet her. “Lykiri”, he whispered soothingly, dragging long, even strokes over her scales with his palm. Visenya drew closer and Aemond turned to look at her, noticing the subtle fascination in her dark eyes. “Quite remarkable to see a juvenile dragon provoke Vhagar like that." His lips curved into his distinctive, pouty smirk, "You two must have an exceptional bond.”
Visenya intertwined her fingers behind her back and batted her dark eyelashes, “Did we frighten you?”
Aemond paused his caresses of Nalox, shaking his bowed head whilst chuckling softly. Then he advanced on her, towering over her as he came only inches from her face, the furrow of his scar glistening red where the eye patch could not cover, “Why have you come?” he quired.
“We learnt that Aegon and Halaena are to be wed. A joyous occasion,” she said, teasingly tilting her head to the side, unphased by Aemond’s threatening demeanor, “Mother wanted at the least to be present at the ceremony.”
Aemond plucked the bundle of dark brown hair falling over her shoulder and started twirling it around his index finger.
“Perhaps we can spar with each other afterwards as we used to”
Aemond chuckled at her comment, the noise subdued and enticing, “A lot has changed since we saw each other last, princess,” he coaxed, leaning back, and inclining his wrists about the handle of his sheathed sword, eyeing her up and down, admiring the ‘change’.
“But not everything, it seems.”
“Welcome back, princess!” greeted Ser Harrold, approaching the two dragon riders, “A carriage awaits to escort you to the Red Keep.”
Little Secrets: One (Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader)
A/N: As with most people, I’ve become a total slut for Aemond. Sigh. Set before the most recent episode, maybe a few months beforehand.
Synopsis: She’s his sisters handmaiden, Highborn, but not high enough. He’s a Prince of the House of the Dragon, destined to marry someone of higher birth than her. This, them, can be their secret for just a little bit longer.
Warnings: 18+. slightly nsfw.
For the purpose of this story, the Readers House has been entirely made up by me. In the ASOIAF books, highborn handmaidens sometimes also serve as handmaidens and companions to noble ladies in the household of their overlords or at the royal court. It is important to note that the Readers House is fairly low.
Greek Goddess Aesthetic | Chapter 8, For Bread and Circuses
Excerpt:
There are burns from Bellatrix's vault, lines from Dolohov's curses at the Department of Mysteries, and an indent from the Whomping Willow. His index finger is gentle when he memorizes all of them, and it sends sparks shooting down her body.
He told her once to concentrate.
She is concentrating now.
Hermione guides him toward the mattress in silence. Because when they speak, everything crumbles. Old wounds resurface and yank them back to their childhood. In silence, they are themselves, and it is safe to explore.
Any war fics where DHr are already a couple before the start of the war?
Divine Artifice By: jessiy - M, 25 chapters, Words: 162,391 - The story of how Draco Malfoy found redemption, his heart, and reclaimed his family’s honor. All thanks to a mislabeled bottle of Experimental Amortentia. Hermione/Draco
Entanglement By: blankfish - M, WIP - “Your loyalties begin and end with me now, Granger, or have you forgotten?” he spat bitterly. At the request of the Order, Hermione Granger marries Draco Malfoy, a man she’d only ever known as her enemy. This decision leads her on a winding path of tumultuous consequences that even she could not have predicted. Dramione War AU.
Dragon in the Lion’s Den By: ginnyginny - M, 31 Chapters - As the final battle ends, Hermione’s secret is acidentally exposed. Will Harry and Ron understand the path that Dumbledore put her on in their 6th year not only led to the defeat of Voldemort, but to her marriage to Draco Malfoy?
Divine Artifice By: jessiy - M, 25 chapters - The story of how Draco Malfoy found redemption, his heart, and reclaimed his family’s honor. All thanks to a mislabeled bottle of Experimental Amortentia. Hermione/Draco
Shattered Trust - Betrayal By: cleotheo - M, 10 chapters - A mindless threat from Voldemort during a fight with Harry leads the Order down a dark path which will shatter lives, ruin friendships and tear families apart. Among those most affected by their rash actions are Harry’s best friend, Hermione Granger and her secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. Part one of a four part story.
Save My Life - LongtimeLurker1111 - E, 20 chapters, Words: 102,667 - “This is it. Take a deep breath. You’ve prepared for this day.Hermione thought as she attempted to infiltrate Voldemort’s forces."Hermione and Draco fall for each other in their Fifth year but the war gets in their way.Four years after Hogwarts and now Draco is Voldemort’s Lieutenant. He’s war-hardened and dangerous, but still fiercely in love. In fact, he would do anything to protect his witch.The trouble is, Draco is a survivalist, and Hermione is a rebel.Will she be able to help him see the light or will she end up a Death Eater’s bride?
it started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?- monsterleadmehome - E, 3 chapters - Hermione Granger has had it up to here with Draco Malfoy’s bullying and nonsense. She ought to slap him–she plans to as she walks over towards him, but then a better thought occurs to her. What if she kissed him instesad? The AU where Hermione kisses Malfoy instead of hitting him third year and everything changes.
hi do you have some recommendations fics that similiar to Nice Things by lizzie_carlile where the malfoys are so ooc that they are very sweet (even lucius) and at the same time h isnt a granger (can be black, nott, potter, or even zabini)? thank you ia
Alexandra By: Gallopin’ Gorgons - M, 35 chapters - After restoring her parents memories, Hermione finds out she isn’t who she always believed to be. However, she decides not to let this new development affect her live at all. Problem is, life does seem to happen when you’re busy making other plans. Especially, when a charming Draco, a meddling Narcissa and 2 rogue Death Eaters turn it upside down. M for a reason
Evenly Matched - sweetestsorrows (katschako) - M, 12 chapters - Hermione Jean Granger Nott is an enigma among purebloods. Raised by a French mother with a high opinion of Muggles, she learns from an early age the value of an open-mind. Along with Theo and Draco, Hermione lives an idyllic childhood. Tragedy strikes shortly before the start of her magical education, and Hermione must learn how to cope with several unexpected challenges. Meanwhile, Draco adjusts to life without his two closest friends. He lashes out, in a desperate attempt to regain what he thinks he lost, and only drives a wedge further between himself and Hermione. In the process of the growing up, he learns what’s truly important, and what he can’t live without.
Thorns & Snakes - Elle_m2 - M, WIP - In the wake of their fourth year at Hogwarts, the Tri Wizards Tournament chooses Harry Potter as a champion, and life changes irrevocably for two members of the Golden Trio as Hermione finally sees her opportunity. A change of House, an hidden identity revealed, a secret powerful soul bond discovered, and Old Rituals awakening…What would have happened to the Wizarding World if Hermione Granger wasn’t who everyone thought she was?
The Long Game by lozlol - M, 15 chapters - When his wife and their mother is murdered after birth, Voldemort and his children decide to take their revenge by playing the long game with the unsuspecting Order. DracoxHermione, HarryxDaphne. Rated M for some language and maybe sex scenes later on.
LF rec fics on reluctant veela mate fics? Preferrable ones where Hermione doesn't return his feelings right away
The Mountain and The Sea By: Alexis.Danaan - M, 12 chapters - Hermione Granger was perfectly happy with her life, her job as a Healer Trainee, her ugly cat and her cute little house in the countryside. And then Draco Malfoy had to go and mess that all up, typical git. Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OOC, creature!fic. 18
This Curse to Bear By: frostykitten - T, 23 chapters - "You're going to help me kiss all the girls in Hogwarts until I find the one that's going to save my life?" He asked. She wrinkled her nose in distaste, knowing she was going to regret this. "Yes." Draco's a Veela, Hermione helps him find his mate. DM/HG
The Crownless: Part I - The Fuckening - ThusAtlas - M, WIP - The Fuckening (noun): When your day is going too well and you don’t trust it and some shit finally goes down. 'Ah, there it is, The Fuckening’. In this case, this day was fourteen months into Draco Malfoy’s Azkaban sentence - September the 8th, 1999. Ever since the war ended, he had just been existing. His mother just existed. He didn’t know if his father still exists and he wondered whether the outside world continued to exist. Unbeknownst to him, the 8th of September proved to be a remarkable day for many. Harry’s frustratingly benign desk job took a turn off the deep end, Hermione’s convoluted work with Ministry became more extraneous than she thought possible, Ron found another wrench in his life plan and Theo found a cat whilst trying to find a horse. But then again, it was The Fuckening, so everyone’s existence was inevitably going to change.
Of Kings and Queens by galfoy - M, 26 Chapters - Hermione has a bad habit. Draco has a big problem. The universe has one heck of a plan.
This is going to be such a specific request I’m sorry. But I just finished Instruments in Time by i know what you did last summer. And I was wondering if there were any fics that have like Sirius and Luplin around to witness Draco and Hermione’s relationship like fondly. Like In this fic Sirius is happy Draco is abandoning pure blood principles and like he makes a comment about remembering another couple that involved an arrogant prat and muggle born. And Luplin is like a confident for Draco. So now I like need more fics like this in my s o u l. Please and thank you any at all those are my only requirements 🙏🏻😭
An Unexpected Malfoy by RiverWriter - M, WIP - Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can’t ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.
A Veela Tale By: Bunnyhops - M, 18 chapters - He turns 21 tomorrow. He’s worried. He will come of age and it will start. His father told him what to expect, but still… fear of the unknown. He would soon know what his fate held.
Title: Presque Toujours Pur
Author: ShayaLonnie
Rating: M
Genre(s): Family, Romance
Chapters: 38
Word Count: 180,072
Summary: Bellatrix’s torture of Hermione uncovers a long-kept secret. The young witch learns her true origins in a story that shows the beginning and end of the Wizarding wars as Hermione learns about her biological father and the blood magic he dabbled in that will control her future (Slight AU OotP—DH) Dramione - Pureblood!Hermione - Rated M for language, violence, and sexual scenes.
Memories of the Past by mayawrites95 - T, 35 chapters - After tragedy strikes, Hermione finds out a secret about her past, changing everything she knew as truth. Enter Draco Malfoy who is brought in by the Minister of Magic on a case as a crisis dangles over their heads. However little does she know that Draco holds his own secrets which could change her life in ways she never knew were possible.
Looking for a well-written dramione fanfic with a really good plot and romance balance. I like Malfoy’s dark and brooding character (half blood prince vibes) and hermione’s character true to the books. I’ve only read The Auction and DNFd it—any suggestions?
Draco Malfoy Must Not Die - gloivy - E, WIP - In the aftermath of Harry’s death and Voldemort’s subsequent victory, in a last-ditch attempt to save the future, Hermione goes back in time with one strict instruction:Draco Malfoy must not die. Kingsley maintained his silence, yet he looked deeply contemplative. He regarded Hermione, flicking his gaze momentarily to the stack of parchment before him. “And say we found a way to travel to the past, what would you do?"That was the question. And she had an answer – a straightforward one, in theory. Although she wasn’t sure how well her proposition would be perceived. Snape eyed Kingsley warily. "She’d attempt to save Harry.” He said, as if there wasn’t a doubt in his mind. He took a sip of his tea and turned to Hermione for confirmation. Technically he wasn’t wrong, although the specifics were slightly askew. She raised her chin and, with the confidence she’d practiced in the mirror that morning, she answered.“I’d save Draco Malfoy’s life."Snape choked on his tea.
The Order of Serpents by bl_crtz - E, WIP - During the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter walked into the forbidden forest, died, and walked out with crimson eyes as the new vessel of the Dark Lord. Since then, Hermione Granger served as an elite member of the True Order, isolating herself from other Order members and going on missions alone, not only haunted by the loss of her best friend, Harry, but Ron who had run away after the battle. Three and a half years later, Draco Malfoy shows up with his two year old son on the Order’s doorstep seeking to switch sides. Together, Draco and Hermione are forced to deal with not only each other, but their own past and confront who they’ve become because of the war. UPDATE SCHEDULE: Weekends (minimum one chapter) :)
omnia vincit amor by SyrenGrey - E, 40 chapters, Words: 186,618 - Dark days are here at Hogwarts, and the darkest cloud of all is hanging over Draco Malfoy's head. Already burdened with the impossible task of murdering the Headmaster, life becomes more complex when an elusive prophecy entangles him with a bushy-haired enemy, and a steamy forbidden romance unfolds. Sixth Year. Rated E for sexual content and violence.
The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - M, 103 chapters - Hermione has everything she could possibly want… Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there’s the thing with The Bracelet… 7th year
The Pitfall By: Chelsea Lynn - M, 25 Chapters - "I…I love Ron.“ His lips brushed against her ear as he breathed softly, “Then tell me to stop.” They thought the war was over. Little did they know it was only just beginning. Dramione fic.
Almost Perfect, Almost Yours By: BelleOfSummer - M, 50 chapters, Words: 237,158 - A pureblood family abducted Hermione when she was born due to their desperation for a daughter. In a world of beauty & wealth, she has become Draco Malfoy’s dream girl.What will happen if he finally knows that her blood is not as pure as he thinks it is? *COMPLETE!*
Bloody Wonders - Misdemeanor1331 - E, 8 chapters - Falsely convicted of a triple homicide, Draco Malfoy swears vengeance on all responsible for his imprisonment. After escaping Azkaban, his first target is his advocate, Hermione Granger. Alone and lonely, her budding career destroyed by a concocted scandal, Hermione has equal cause for retribution. Moreover, she has the means to achieve it. Together, the pair will reap the justice that has eluded them for thirty years. The “Sweeney Todd” remix no one asked for, but I am all-too-happy to deliver.
Turncoat By: elizaye Switching sides. - M, 101 chapters - “I have only one condition, and I trust it won’t be hard for you to meet. I want Granger.” Rated M for sex/language/torture.
Manacled By: SenLinYu - M, 77 chapters, Words: 384,000 - Harry Potter is dead. In the aftermath of the war, in order to strengthen the might of the magical world, Voldemort enacts a repopulation effort. Hermione Granger has an Order secret, lost but hidden in her mind, so she is sent as an enslaved surrogate to the High Reeve until her mind can be cracked. COMPLETE. (Dark, contains non-con)
Not Quite Dark Magic - hiccupfound - M, 30 chapters - Five years into to the war, the Order is pulling ahead after ages of drastically losing. Draco Malfoy notices. He wants in. He offers himself as a double agent, but the Order requests more. They’ve created a new spell that binds two people’s magical cores together in order to make a nearly unbeatable pair of duelists. Draco agrees to bind himself to the person most compatible with his magical core. Even if it is Hermione Granger.
