«tomorrow’s bleeding (fall into your sunlight)»

There was only one rational conclusion: as the last of his kind, it was his duty to change everything; to fix the past, survive the present, and secure a better future. But as the saying goes, terrible things happen to wizards who meddle with time. Draco Malfoy was no exception. [ time travel, daemons, Dramione, oh my ]

chapter one [9.1k]: ao3 & ff.net

“You’ll be okay, Harry. You’re a great wizard, you really are.” “I’m not as good as you.”

«a falling star (fell from your heart & landed in my eyes)»

“You should not be calling me that, it creates unnecessary misunderstandings.” “What is there to misunderstand? I am your father.” “If you want to get technical about it, yes, however that was not what I was referring to.” Unperturbed, he pointed out, “I’m not a Black.”

chapter five [10k]: ao3 & ff.net

P.S. Art is from the cover of a Korean web-novel titled You Dare | 네가 감히. It looks so much like Dramione, I was shooketh.

hermione in strawberry dress🍓✨

I'm really happy with how this turned out!

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In the rain 🌧️

Requiem and Rhapsody Chapter 12: Hymn to the living

[…] More headstones peeked from behind the trees as they dived into the thick of Poplars Ridge, some of them so ancient the granite had been worn by the weather and the moss and ivy covering it. The fir wand cautiously kept at his side, Draco abandoned all hopes of discretion as their trudging through the dry undergrowth echoed loudly beneath the canopy of branches. The bushes and brownish ferns suddenly parted, and Granger came to a halt a few paces ahead of him, stopping at the edge of a large clearing with a high stone angel rising in its middle. It was little more trimmed than the woods around them but seemed to be the most recent part of the cemetery. The statue and the headstones peppered throughout the sea of tall grass were devoid of moss, and the wreaths of flowers adorning some of them – though frozen and shriveled – must have been brought no more than a couple of weeks before. Granger stood still for a moment, before slowly turning to him, her face oddly frozen.

“It’s a bit farther,” she said quietly as though the place suddenly made her keenly aware of her own voice. “The grave is unnamed, but you’ll recognize it…” […]

The link to the story is in my bio.

Rated M: death, gore, violence, mental disorders, psychological trauma, adult themes. You are warned.

Summary: “They had won the war, but everything in the room screamed of defeat.” The Wizarding world is a sinking ship under the rise of a ruthless Ministry. Believing the Horcrux hunt over, Hermione Granger is proven wrong when she agrees to shelter a dead man walking.

Draco Malfoy did not live. He existed.

(Dramione with a slow burn, post-HP7, EWE.)

«a falling star (fell from your heart & landed in my eyes)»

However, beyond the prosaic fluff, there was a patent dearth of information regarding the events that had transpired in the Department of Mysteries, and absolutely none of them spoke of the Death Eater arrests or their developments. Even The Daily Prophet, that over-priced, rumour-mongering rag, had brushed past the topic with nary a thought. Why was that? Hermione wondered.

chapter four [7k]: ao3 & ff.net

#harry potter series in a nutshell

👑 through a glass, darkly 🌙 OTPs + random AUs ♡ HARRY POTTER        Jughead Jones as Hermione Granger & Betty Cooper as Draco Malfoy

all the light that you possess is skewed by lakes and seas ♡ Sixth Year promised to be Betty’s hardest yet: Her father was in Azkaban, the reputation of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Blossom was in near ruin, and the Dark Lord and his ilk were occupying Thornhill. With Cheryl marked, Betty returned to Hogwarts alone, weighted down by a mission and the success of which her family’s lives depended on — to kill the headmaster and let Death Eaters into Hogwarts. Without Cheryl, Betty had no allies and fewer friends; Slytherin was a pit of vipers and the lions were circling in — Saint Lodge, Patron of the Downtrodden, got inexplicably, maddeningly good at Potions; blood-traitor Andrews and his insipid girlfriend started occupying the Room of Requirements at the most of inconvenient of times; and, of course, the king of mudbloods, know-it-all Jones, was Betty’s partner in detention. Forsythe Jones eclipsed everyone in his wake, surpassing one and all on his way to academic excellency and proficiency with magic. He pitilessly outclassed Betty and she detested him for it. Getting to know him was her worst mistake, second only to discovering she actually liked him. The same incisive mind that made him an insufferable swot, made his humour wry and eyes piercing, and Betty liked it — she liked his dumb, angular face, and the way he laughed from the belly; she liked the curling forelock of hair that always seemed to escape his strange hat, the way his eyes glinted in the firelight, sly as a fox, and the way his mouth pulled into a look of utter smugness whenever he bested her in a challenge. She liked the genuine pleasure his face lit up with when he saw her, and the smile he gave, with a nameless intimation lurking in a corner of his mouth — a modicum of an impalatable suggestion, eluding Betty’s comprehension and exciting her all the same. Merlin’s saggy tits, she liked him and it would spell her doom. Betty Blossom was known for many things; her talents, her cleverness, her beauty, and her esteemed heritage. She was not known for making good choices, but a choice she had to make and she would.

♡ secret gift for the lovely, spectacular, and incredible Cat @shibbycat *pounds chest in respect* love you, babe ♡

DRAMIONE APPRECIATION WEEK: [DAY SIX]- picspam

dramione throughout the years

Some grown up and tattooed Harry 🥀

In the Library 📚 Commissioned by LeilahMoon (AO3)

🗡️ Swordfight 🗡️

Carry 🥀

🥀 Princess and Knight 🗡️