In 2003 Lord Voldemort won the war against the Order of Phoenix, destroying what was left of it. Seventeen years later, Draco Malfoy is an alcoholic who lives alone in a decaying Malfoy Manor with nothing else to keep him company but his solitude. Everything changes when a long believed dead witch is dragged to Azkaban and to save her from a future worse than death, Draco must take her with him.
Excerpt from Chapter 61:
Hermione did not reply straight away, her amber eyes pointed at him with gravity and seriousness in them.
âDo you know what our biggest mistake was?â
Draco set his jaw. âI really canât decide. The list skirts infinity.â
âNot trusting anyone,â was Hermioneâs quiet reply. âWeâve always been so afraid of losing what we had that we let no one know it.â
âWe couldnât have.â
âYes, we could have. But weâve never been too good at trusting anyone but each other,â she retorted.Â
Shipping fictional characters isnât representative of your moral values. Itâs representative of your particular psychic damage and the themes and motifs that haunt you. Hope this helps.
âIâm not a hero, Granger. I donât sacrifice what I want to save others,â he murmured, not failing to notice the distance between their lips had shortened though he could not tell who was responsible for that. âYou should have not trusted me.â
She was the worst and most dangerous addiction, and though Draco was fully aware of it that was not a reason good enough for him to stop thinking about her. After all, Draco Malfoy had always had a knack for choosing exactly what was worst for him.
The Global Wizarding War ended in 1945 with the victory of Gellert Grindelwald. Grindelwald proclaimed himself the Great President of the whole Europe and the United States of America, territories that became a new country called Orden. A new hierarchical society was established, once that had Worthies at the top, Commoners in the middle and Unworthies at the lowest rank.
In 2001 Draco Malfoy is one of the two possible candidates to succeed as Great President of Orden, but something threatens is climbing to power.
To eliminate the threat and ensure himself the seat he was born to occupy, Draco will have to form an alliance with Hermione Granger, a young Unworthy witch who might be the key to his success.
After the war, Draco Malfoy is given the choice to spend his days in Azkaban or get back to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs and complete his education. But something is broken in him, parts of himself lost in the war. And while he loses himself, he perhaps finds something else.
As some of you might know, I write Dramione. No great author here, just a girl who enjoys writing and likes the ship.
In the last week Iâve received a series of comments on two different FanFictions that have left me quite speechless.
There are others but I think thatâs enough.
Iâm not offended.
I just donât understand.
I thought the whole point in writing FanFictions was that we could take the characters we love and make them do something which is obviously not canon or none of us would be here.
Did I miss the meeting where we decided this was not okay any longer and we have to stay canon compliant?
Do I have to poll some committee before posting a fanfiction?
Do I have to do a research on the grades of Draco Malfoy?
If thatâs the case Iâll keep on writing for myself and my closest friends because I most certainly will not anyone tell me what to do.
We are allowed to have opinions. We are allowed not to like something. A trope, a story, a ship.
But we are also obliged to be respectful, thatâs the only rule I care about.
Constructive comments are wonderful. Asking someone youâve never met in your entire life if she is drunk is not.
If you donât like a story, thereâs no need to be mean. Just stop reading, no one is forcing you.
I love this fandom, I really do. I was a silent reader before deciding to post my first story and I loved that. I met wonderful people and made amazing friends. But god, lately itâs become toxic.
Hate posts on Facebook.
Bashing stories and authors on every platform. For stories we can all read for free.
Are we all right? Like seriously.
We are talking about Dramione. Dramione.
Can we all just chill out and leave people write whatever they want to? Canon. Fanon. Nonsense. Smut. Werewolf Draco. A/B/O. Whatever.
Write.
Read.
Have fun.
Life is already difficult enough without having to deal with mean comments or posts.
That said, peace and love.
Iâm going back to write stoned Draco and Hermione talking in the RoR.
After the war, Draco Malfoy is given the choice to spend his days in Azkaban or get back to Hogwarts to get his NEWTs and complete his education. But something is broken in him, parts of himself lost in the war. And while he loses himself, he perhaps finds something else.
Excerpt from Chapter 1:
âHermione Granger.â
Her name was raspy on his tongue, vowels and consonants scratching his thirsty throat.
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In 2003 Lord Voldemort won the war against the Order of Phoenix, destroying what was left of it. Seventeen years later, Draco Malfoy is an alcoholic who lives alone in a decaying Malfoy Manor with nothing else to keep him company but his solitude. Everything changes when a long believed dead witch is dragged to Azkaban and to save her from a future worse than death, Draco must take her with him.
Extract from Chapter 1:
When his grey eyes found her, he felt his stomach twisting inside his body. Her small figure was sitting in the furthest corner of the cell, with her arms wrapped around the legs she had bent to cover her nudity. A cascade of dark tangled curls rounded her oval face. Her chin was resting on the limited space between her knees. Her jaw was set. Her wrists and her ankles were covered by manacles from which started the chains that ended on the walls. She was so immobile that she might as well be under some petrifying spell but, whatever they had done to her, they didnât manage to extinguish the fire in her eyes.
His heart instantaneously melted at the bright smile she greeted him with.
âGood morning, Draco.â
If he was ever granted the permission of choosing the last word to hear before succumbing to darkness, that would be Hermione pronouncing his name with the soft inflection that turned a tedious combination of consonants and vowels into a symphony.
âGood morning, Hermione.â
Her lips parted in a delicious beam that lit the magic in her eyes, a spell that seemed to have been crafted somewhere beyond that world with the sole intent of making Draco fall for it. With no weapons to fight it, all that was left for him to do was to sink to his knees and rest his fate, his life, in the girl with the sun in her eyes.