allofthelights11
allofthelights
Burgeoning writer. Author of two original drafts in progress outside the HP world. Author of Private Tutor, Memory Lane, Out of Time series (Five Months Until Summer, Three Months Left, and Out of Time), and What it Means to Live.Also finished the premature abandonment of Mine, the Veela fic from FFN.Hopefully much more to come. Full works on AO3.
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Draco and the diadem - from Out of Time
Draco and the diadem of Ravenclaw - stunning art by @talitasami for Out of Time 😍😍
6th/7th year rewrite and Horcrux hunt. Fully pre-written. Final chapters posting every Monday. Read on AO3.
#dramione#fanfiction#draco malfoy#draco x hermione#ao3 fanfic#hermione granger#smut#hea#dramione art#spicy content#horcrux hunting
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Now complete! - Off to the races
Upon returning to Hogwarts for the eighth year, Hermione learns that some Slytherin students covertly slip out after dark to fly around the Whomping Willow, seeking to reignite the thrill of danger.
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The time Draco fainted at a house party - Seven Minutes in Heaven
Draco's house arrest was finally over with the conclusion of his N.E.W.T.s, but the challenge he would face next was even more daunting: Hermione Granger wanted him.
She had no idea he was a virgin.
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The time Draco fainted at a house party.
Seven Minutes in Heaven - a #deflowerdraco collab with @autumnweeen.
Two chapters of thirsty Hermione and nervous virgin Draco. Come and get it.
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Podfic - Measure of a Flan 💜
In which Draco desperately wants to surprise Hermione by making her grandmother's iconic flan on a special holiday weekend away.
Domestic Draco one-shot, fluff and humor, adorable - and only 13 minutes long!
Brought to you by @mandg-readings and my brilliant co-creator and illustrator @winterwells 💜💜
(and yes, we asked Inadaze's permission to play off the title of MOAM)
#dramione#fanfiction#draco malfoy#draco x hermione#ao3 fanfic#hermione granger#dramione art#fluff and humor#domestic draco#podfic#oneshot#fluff#deflower draco#no recipe we cook like men#channeling bob ross with happy mistakes#Spotify
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The aforementioned secondary channel is here 🙌 Not much to listen to right now, but I'm slowly working on that.
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A cute little silly oneshot by the lovely @winterwells and @allofthelights11 is now out to listen on my secondary channel!
Read the fic here if my voice grates on you but also even if it doesn't, give your love to the people who wrote it 💕: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54744676
Art on the cover is by winterwells
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Virgin Draco - Deflower Draco 2024
The collection is live! Virgin Draco is one of my favorite tropes and I had a blast writing this with @allofthelights11
Read for FREE on AO3
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Thank you Taylor for giving us 31 new songs for inspiration! Prompting is open until April 28th 2024 for The Story of Us Fest! DRAMIONE x TAYLOR SWIFT
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Tiny snippet of a meeting in The Room of Requirement 🗝️
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“What had happened between them felt real and intense to her, but might not be more than a wartime footnote to him. A mad little detour to be remembered with a wry twist of the lips and shake of the head.”
— Excerpt From The Watergaw by echoheart, smokybaltic
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Complete at last - PRIVATE TUTOR
The best Deflower Draco trope on AO3 is now complete: 20 chapters, 88k words, 26 o's.
Thanks to @thistlethread for the incredible trailer!! 💜💜
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Side Note To Fan Fic Authors
Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
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Let Me Take Your Order
Draco arrived at the ministry at approximately a quarter past nine in the morning. Granger had sent a missive with instructions on what to do and where to go when he arrived. He estimated by the time he got down to level nine, it would be twenty past, which meant she had been waiting for him for just as long. He smiled to himself, and pressed the button in the lift that sent it down.
Perhaps she’d be so livid she’d push him up against a wall or something. His breath caught at the thought of it. There was nothing quite so satisfying as teasing Hermione Granger. He could watch her ball her fists and clench her jaw all day. It made something inside his stomach titter and filled him with a vindictive sense of glee.
When the doors of the lift opened on the ninth floor , he could see Hermione standing with her arms crossed in front of her and an expression like thunder. He lifted his nose and sauntered out, a wry smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.
“Good morning, Granger.”
“What time do you think this is!?” she screeched, throwing her arms wide. “I said nine o’clock sharp. I realise that you’ve never had to work a day in your life, but surely you’ve learnt to tell the time. Don’t you need it to get to galas and fundraisers? Or were you always fashionably late?”
He let his eyes travel down her body. Today she was wearing a dark blue robe that showed off her considerable cleavage. Especially with her arms crossed like that. Instead of the twist she’d had in her hair last week, it was braided into a heavy rope, caught over her shoulder. Her eyes were ablaze, and his stomach turned when she caught his gaze.
Lifting his nose higher, he answered with a flippant wave of his hand. “I had trouble with the… peacocks. Yes, a peacock got stuck in the hedge maze. Astoria was beside herself. Surely you understand.”
He watched her eyes narrow even more as she shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her tongue into the side of her mouth. “Right. The peacocks.”
She rolled her eyes with a huge sigh and gestured for him to follow. They were in a long narrow corridor covered in shiny black tiles that reflected everything back at him. Dark doorways led off in every direction with no description as to what lay on the other side. When they had travelled about halfway, she opened a door on the left and they entered yet another long dark hallway.
Without a word, she set off across the tile, her heels clicking behind her. He hurried along, trying to look into every door and nook. He had heard so many stories about the Department of Mysteries. As a child, he had even wanted to work there, before he realised jobs were things Malfoys didn’t do. He saw a particularly warped doorway and was about to ask what it was when he realised Hermione was almost a speck in the distance.
In a panic, he tried to catch up, sprinting after her, but though the pathway underneath his feet moved at a swift pace, the walls and doors did not.
“Granger!” he called out –
Suddenly, the entire hallway snapped into focus, and he was barrelling into her back. They both tripped and fell onto a huddle on the floor. His hand fell on something soft and warm, and she grunted as he frantically struggled to get off her. He tried not to think about what it possibly was he had been holding.
“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Hermione cursed as she stood, rubbing her elbows and knees.
He opened and closed his mouth dumbly before exclaiming, “The hallway – I was moving – going nowhere – then suddenly.” He mimed two objects crashing together with his hands.
Hermione sighed, “The time room must have moved again. I know this place is interesting and weird, but if you gawk, you’re going to keep getting stuck. The rooms know when you’re perceiving them and if you’re unlucky they’ll pull you in.” She ran a hand over her hair. “Look, if you do well today, I’ll take you to one of the tamer ones. Does that suffice? You’ll stop rubbernecking?”
He felt his cheeks heat as he objected. “Granger, whilst you may have sufficiently managed to tame that wild beast growing on your head to the point where you are passably attractive, I can assure you that necking was not my intention.”
Her face went bright red as she spluttered, “Rubber necking refers to the act of staring at something Malfoy! I was not implying anything else of the sort.”
“Good,” he said, raising his nose again, “because I’m married, and that sort of thing is right out of the question.”
Granger released a strangled sound of frustration as she turned on her heels and walked away again. This time, he followed closely and tried not to look around. He found himself concentrating on the way her braid moved as she walked, swinging from side to side. From there it was only a hop, skip, and a gaze down to look at her arse. It was moving pertly back and forth, and he suddenly had the urge to reach out and…
She stopped suddenly, turning to open a door on the right. He barely avoided slamming into her back and walked through as she held it open for him. The room was bigger than he had expected and covered in indiscriminate burn marks. The surfaces were covered with books, or knickknacks and at the very centre lay a large table with a bowl sitting squarely in the middle.
Read more on Ao3.
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