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viridianphile · 1 year

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The Tale of Two Insufferables

Hermione felt alone in this world. And it just dawned upon her. That no matter how she excels in class, show her worth in the wizarding world, all the wizards and witches in hogwarts are still gonna call her an insufferable know-it-all swot.

But who cares? And so what? She’s got the library for company, and her books. Merlin, how could she feel alone? When she could just bask in the glory of escaping in the world of fiction?

Not even her friends, her best friends could fill in that sickening gap within her heart she never knew what it was and what’s the cure for it. But seriously, what the fuck was that? Even she couldn’t decipher the feeling. Maybe she just felt all alone, in this world. Worthless, she felt.

Whatever, she thought and indulged herself in reading alone in the Hogwarts library.

“Well would you look at that, the swot is alone”

A mocking sneer coming from another insufferable and undesirable wizard in the history of Hogwarts. At least for her, though.

“Malfoy,” she warns.

Unauthorized, he sat beside her. Legs swinging haughtily and manspreading following the subtle lift of his hips.

“Hey”

He greeted like it was all fine invading her personal space, sitting beside her uninvited whilst being enemies-sometimes-acquaintance is completely normal instead of clawing at each other’s throats.

She threw him a sharp look that made him remember too much of the time she punched him in the face. It made him chuckle for such a fond memory.

“What are you doing?” she motions towards his whole corporeal existence that doesn’t seem to read the room.

He shrugged, feigning nonchalance. Right, what is he doing there? Why? Why sit next to Granger? It seemed a pull gravitated him towards that very spot next to her. Or maybe he’s in the mood to piss her of. Maybe both, or none of it at all.

“Honestly Granger, I have no fucking clue”

“You have ten seconds to vacate the seat before I—“

“Alright” and then he stood, plopped next to the seat he left like a child throwing a silent tantrum. His arms crossed, looking everywhere but her.

“Do you have a death wish, Malfoy?” a threatening tone, she gave him a quizzical look when he just sat there not too much of a change as it’s just a seat apart.

Malfoy’s in a silly goofy mood today, Hermione thought.

“I wish that swots realize that library seats are free real estate”

“Really? A muggle phrase? Since when did you become fond of them huh?”

“Since…you”

Hermione blinked.

Malfoy blinked.

Both of them, two, three, four times, a deafening silence stretching between them. Hermione furrows a brow and Malfoy clears his throat, completely ignoring the awkward retort he just dropped.

“Is that Jane Austen?”

And now he’s mentioning Muggle authors? The boy sitting one seat apart from her must be an impostor, a dupe!

“You’re mad Malfoy, and please, it’s Oscar Wilde, where did you learn that from?”

He smirks, smugly running a hand through his blond locks. He forgot to gel it today, she told her once he looked better without it.

“Oh well besides having a massive library at home, I happen to purchase a muggle bookshop. Named it, ‘Books and Crooks’”

“My cat?”

“Yes, your cat”

Theo appears out of nowhere, followed by Malfoy’s slytherin gang, “OH FOR SALAZAR’S SAKE DRACO GET TO THE FUCKING POINT!”

The Slytherin boy shouts across the room, earning a couple hisses and annoyed expressions from the students sitting dispersed around the expanse of the Hogwarts library.

Malfoy gave them a warning look before turning his attention on her, he stood following another run through his hair and straightening his tie.

“Oh Granger, there’s something I have to tell you—er, rather show you…” Draco buckles, cursing himself inwardly. It’s so uncool of him, a trait he didn’t know he possesses for he was a self-proclaimed epitome of coolness.

Hermione waits, a puzzled look on her face. What’s this ferret up to?

She remained seated while towering her, looking nervous. He pulls out his wand and flicks, suddenly the tower of books around her all flew to his command, their spines flapping and fluttering around her head forming a halo.

Hermione stands, gasping in awe of the sight. The book she was reading falls down into her hands and the pages fluttered, slowing down for her to notice the enchanted words dancing and highlighted in bold.

She read..

‘Dearest swot,

Please don’t push me away. You don’t have to be alone in this world.

And surprise…

I’m afraid you’ve bewitched me, body and soul. (Quote by Jane Austen)

P.S.

Can I be your date for the Yule ball?

Let’s be insufferable together,

D.Malfoy

She finished reading and the books fell out neatly to where they’re stacked. A few beats of silence followed, Hermione processing the whole situation.

Malfoy steels himself, the whole charade was unplanned. He didn’t think of a better confessional letter, he didn’t mean to make things turn out like this. It’s all supposed to be eloquent, chivalrous, and poised. He had a script in mind of which his hazy brain forgot—oh, if only he got a brain like Granger.

Granger, oh, Granger. Wherefore art thou Granger?

Lost in thought, the overthinking blonde thought he should be swallowed by the ground by now. He didn’t realize that Hermione was staring at his face, a blush on her cheeks that equally matched his.

“So..uh…what do you think about the book?” he steps closer, his beating heart pounding hard on his chest it almost hurt. Please… he pleads in his head, fighting the urge to take her hand in his, kiss it then let his lips linger.

Hermione swallows, her pulsing heart racing as he takes a slow step forward. She couldn’t fathom how a minute ago she was skulking about her affection deprived life, the next second this blonde twat which was supposed to be her enemy confessed in the most unique and interesting ways like he didn’t think it wouldn’t make her heart beat the same match as his.

“Well the book was clever, I admit”

Malfoy takes another step, this time a few inches separating the two insufferables. Theo wipes an impatient hand through his face, his gang and him entirely immersed, anticipating the moment meanwhile snooping from afar.

“Yeah? Tell me more about it”

A nervous smile but with ardent will and determination, Malfoy briefly reaches the end curl of her riotous brown hair , twirling it lightly with his fingertips. As if he couldn’t help but at least feel a bit of her..

“I think we’re both perfectly matched insufferables”

“And yes, Malfoy. I can be your date for the Yule ball” she added.

Hermione’s heart flutters once more before the whole library erupts in cheers.

“FUCKING FINALLY” Theo, a tired but definitely pleased wingman shouts in enthusiasm.

“The abomination you’ve created Granger, applause, applause. Draco’s going to gush about you like a giggling school girl in the dorms,” Pansy smirks, earning Theo’s approval, a panic but blushing Draco, and a happy and contented Hermione.

End.

A/n: honestly, word vomit. I’m stressed and I just need a dose of dopamine that is dramione. Cheers.

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zugzwang-ship · 2 months

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Malfoy's Advocate. (66514 words) by Bellemedusa

Chapters: 48/48 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Ron Weasley, Antonin Dolohov, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley, Other Character Tags to Be Added, Cho Chang, Marcus Flint

Additional Tags: Blood and Violence, Wizarding Mafia AU (Harry Potter), Prisoner In Azkaban, Mob Boss Draco Malfoy, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Everyone!, Draco Malfoy Smokes A Lot, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Explicit Sexual Content, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Torture, Revenge, TAGS ARE SPOILERS, So No More tags For Now, Art, inspired art, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Psychological Torture, Rape, Non-Consensual Touching, non-con, NSFW Art, THIS IS A HEA, I Swear On My Demon Muses, Discussion of Abortion, Abortion, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Should have tagged that sooner

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jaxxartbox · 2 years

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!!SoftNSFW

Seducing the Darkness 😈🥀 Fallen(falling?)Angel!Hermione and Demon!Draco AU ps. fully nsfw artwork is on Patreon, but I wanted to share sooome part of this at least 🫣 (not from a fic, but feel free to be inspired!)

#dramione #draco x hermione #dhr #dhr fanart #dramione fanart #dhrtag #draco malfoy x hermione granger #art #fanart #au art #digital illustration #digital painting

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cyprus-green · 2 years

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Memento Mori

Draco x Hermione | Rated E | HBP & On AU | Tags: Angst, Draco-centric, 2nd Wizarding War, pre/post War, Dark with happy moments, Morally Grey Hermione, Morally Grey Draco, BAMF Draco, BAMF Hermione, light anti-ron, Smut, Slowish Burn, Tender

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By Drops_of_CyprusGreen

Coming to Ao3 September 2022

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During the second battle of Hogwarts, a violent and mysterious curse devistates both sides of the war. Voldermort is finally defeated, the Order is left standing victorious and nearly all Death Eaters are killed or on the run.

Nearly all.

But Draco Malfoy? He's found barely alive, and is given an opportunity for a new life, by the most unlikey source.

The girl he tormented as a child.

The woman he's been harboring feelings for, for years.

The golden girl, herself. Death Eaters' Bane. A perfect vision of The Angel of Death.

Hermione Jean Granger.

Hunt down the most deadly death eaters who ever lived? Help Hermione Granger avenge her parent's murder? Get a second chance at life?

If only it were that simple...

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darbyfrance · 1 year

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hi tumblr, i’m writing my first dramione fic! it’s got a secret society fifth house, hidden identities, friends new and old, and Hermione Granger like you’ve never before seen. i am so incredibly excited, and i hope you’ll join the journey to Arcanus House with me.

#dramione #dhrtag #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #draco lucius malfoy #draco fanfiction #hermione granger #hermione fic #arcanus

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pinkhairandbooks · 1 year

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Hermione was sitting in an armchair -in the most isolated corner of the Gryffindor Common Room- with her face buried in her hands.

That’s how Ginny found her.

“Hermione, honey, what happened?! Are you sick?” The youngest was immediately alarmed, running towards her and passing the hands all over her body to find any visible signs of injury.

Too bad that Hermione's problem wasn't visible from the outside.

The curly witch took a deep breath before meeting her friend's worried eyes and decided to spit out the truth in a whisper.

“I slept with Draco Malfoy.”

It took only one sentence to immobilize Ginny and turn her pale as a sheet.

“I- You- Malfoy?! Okay… That's not what I expected” at last she managed to say.

They remained silent for what seemed like a century, before the redhead added: “Okay, wait, let me take stock of the situation for a moment. Did you spend time with Draco Malfoy?”

“I guess that's a way to spend time too, yes.”

“And did you slept with him?”

“Yep.”

“With Draco Malfoy?” Ginny asked, looking more shocked than Hermione had ever seen her before.

“The man himself” replied the curly witch, dropping her head on the back of the chair with a sigh.

“Did you take a lust potion? Or was it just for fun? You know, the thrill of the forbidden.”

It had to be admitted that little Weasley was taking it way better than Hermione would ever have imagined.

One point for Ginny.

“No potions. I don't know, we were fighting as usual and then suddenly our mouths stuck together. I'm not sure how it happened, but from then on we couldn't control ourselves... You know how it happens, don’t you?”

“I never really wanted to think of the blonde ferret in those terms, but I think I can imagine it, yes.”

Hermione closed her eyes as a shaky sigh escaped her lips.

“Given your current state, I guess it didn't go well...?” Ginny guessed.

“That bastard ruined me” she replied in a faint voice.

“Why? Did he hurt you? One word and the Malfoy family will find themselves without an heir.”

Little Weasley already had her wand in her hand, ready to extort the Slytherin password from someone to go and hex Draco.

“No, he didn't hurt me. Perhaps it would have be better.”

Ginny looked at her as if she had gone mad.

“I'm not sure I'm still following the thread of the conversation... Wasn't he mean to you?”

She shook her head, her eyes still closed.“So you liked it? Was he kind?”

“Worse.”

“I'm sorry, but I think I don't understand. What could be worse?”

Hermione thought about his hands, so firm but so sweet and respectful; how he had taken care of her, worshiping her all night.

She remembered the flames of liquid silver that sparkled into his eyes as he went inside her for the first time.

“He made love to me.”

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driverwhore · 2 years

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anyone has any fic recs of overprotective draco?? and hermione likes it like that?? plsss

#dhr fanfiction #dhrtag #dhr #dramione fanfiction #dramione #dramione fic rec

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underdarkeningskies · 4 years

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“Truly, Granger”, Malfoy drawled. “I’m wondering if Nifflers are nesting in your hair. It’s utterly chaotic.”

“Sure, Malfoy. I can tell from the gentle caresses how much you detest it.”

#dramione #dhrtag #dmhg #dhr #draco x hermione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hp #hp art #digital art #mine

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absumoaevum · 3 months

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Jury of Hearts (29,473 Words || WIP) by absumoaevum

Chapters: 4/?

Fandom: Harry Potter

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Eudoria Merrythought, Luna Lovegood, Patience Bright, Pomona Sprout, Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, Violetta Hitchens, Percy Weasley, Leta Brindlemore

Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger, POV Third Person Limited, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Slow Burn, Angst and Feels, Hermione Granger's Parents Are Missing, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Eventual Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Summary:

With his family's trials on the horizon and nothing holding him to his home apart from his despondent mother and perpetually-drunk father, Draco Malfoy jumps at the opportunity to return to Hogwarts to repeat his final year. At Hogwarts, he can escape his wretched home life and perhaps even rehabilitate his reputation. Things are looking up. That is, until he gets to school and realizes that his entire House hates him. Now Draco must decide between his old life and something new.

New is the last thing that Hermione Granger needs. All she wants is for her life to go back to the way it was before the war. When a hearing at the Ministry goes sideways, Hermione accepts Headmistress McGonagall's offer to return to Hogwarts, sure answers lie hidden in the school library that will help her find her missing parents. But Hogwarts is a very different place than she remembers, and Hermione must change as well if she has any hope of overcoming her past to reclaim her future.

Fates intertwine and loyalties are tested in this Post-War 8th-Year Slow Burn Dramione Drama/Suspense/Romance.

Updates Mondays.

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ectoheart · 2 years

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She's explaining the game but he's not listening to a single word

~Dramione fic art commission

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione fanart #dhrtag #💚#mio #myart #dramione mio #hp mio

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dhrdrabbles · 4 years

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Part V

(Part I, II, III and IV)

His growth spurt between the Battle of Hogwarts and his trial made vulnerable situations with Draco Malfoy extremely awkward.

Hermione noticed this three years later, at a particularly poorly visited DMLE regulars’ table. They had been a small round tonight anyway, with a large number of aurors, including Harry, being dispatched to an emergency in Aberystwyth.

Terry Boot called it a night after the first round of butterbeers, clearly irritated by the only other two participants tonight. As a result, Hermione and Malfoy awkwardly shared an otherwise empty table until Hermione sighed and went to the bar to order another round.

Malfoy thanked her, his eyes glued to the stains and wood grain on the table. Hermione rolled her eyes. Malfoy had joined the department in the past autumn, too much scepticism in the public and Ministry alike, but his behaviour during his probation had been impeccable. From the moment he became an auror trainee, his record was spotless. Robards had mentioned more than once that he would allow him a shortened training period if it weren’t for the Mark on his arm. There were limits even to a Department Head’s power.

She sipped her butterbeer, eyeing him.

Malfoy wasn’t unfriendly towards her, but he had made much better amendments with Harry or Terry, or even Ginny at this point. With her, he seemed to distance himself more than necessary. He was going out of his way to be polite, but barely able to meet her eye when they spoke, which had been a nuisance when they were assigned together during Malfoy’s first field training. When she mentioned it to him, he had become eerily quiet, his gaze – as always – trained on some point behind her shoulder, assuring her that it was nothing personal and just his nerves.

Hermione’s thoughts lingered on this exchange, although it had been five months ago. She had never seen Malfoy so obviously nervous. It was this reaction that made her firmly believe his behaviour hat little to do with his or her blood and everything with her as a person. She just didn’t know what it was.

Malfoy was now sipping his second butterbeer gingerly. Half of his was finished and Hermione had only taken a few sips, so she hurried to follow suit, only to choke on some beer that had sneaked its way into her trachea as she rushed to drink.

Hermione coughed.

Malfoy chuckled.

The small sound from across the table made her look up in disbelief, still coughing lightly.

She must have looked menacingly because Malfoy’s hands quickly shot up in defence. His smile, to her surprise, remained. “Sorry. But the second you started downing that beer, I knew the choking was imminent.”

The next and final cough hid her surprise at his nonchalant small talk and Hermione was thankful for it. She looked up at Malfoy, who loomed over her even when seated. “And you didn’t think of warning me.”

“Granger.” Ah, the drawl. She only ever heard it when he joked with Harry and Terry, or anyone but herself. The tone that once made her shiver uncomfortably in the Hogwarts halls tickled a giddy curiosity in her these days. She itched to find out why he excluded her from it. “Why would I ever warn you when I could just sit here and enjoy watching you chug that beer – and fail?”

She rolled her eyes but couldn’t be angry with him. Not when he finally seemed at home in small talk territory. Not when the corners of his mouth were still pulled upward.

He finished his beer in an impressive performance of ‘elegant chugging’ which Hermione filed under yet another Malfoy-only specialty. Putting down his jug, he looked over at her, caution now dominating his features once more. Hermione looked at him questioningly for another second before he took a small breath and pointed at her beer. “Do you want another of these? Because I actually cannot stand the stuff and will order some good whiskey instead.” He paused for one second and then added, hurriedly, “If you want to stay. Feel free to leave.”

Now it was her turn to grin up at him. “It’s fine. I think I’ll stick to this one for now”, she pointed at her glass which was still half full.

At that, he seemed to relax visibly and got up to order.

Hermione’s gaze lazily followed him as he glided through the crowd. His bright, blond head towered over most of the other guests and was visible up until he stopped at the bar.

Two butterbeers and three whiskeys later, she returned from the bar with yet another butterbeer and a top-shelf whiskey for Malfoy, the snob, who had actually warmed up to her at long last over the past few drinks. She already thought about mentioning his behaviour another day, when they – hopefully – established some sort of routine with each other as she pushed his drink in front of him and dropped down on the seat across from him, head spinning slowly, in an unrushed pace.

She was just about to pick their conversation about the dominance of Veela traits in descendants back up when Malfoy’s gaze made lose track of her trail of thoughts. In her vision, only his grey eyes remained, as he intently stared at her from across the wooden table in the noisy Leaky.

The words were trapped somewhere in the same trachea where their evening had started. Hermione opened her mouth, instantly thought she must look like a goldfish and closed it again, now extremely self-conscious about her messy bun, the layer of sweat on her upper lip and her frantic gaze from Malfoy’s eyes to his frowning mouth.

For lack of a better word, he appeared sad to Hermione. She tried to pinpoint where they had left off the conversation, looking for a clue where she had said something stupid. Slowly, she opened her mouth again.

Malfoy averted his eyes, dropping on his whiskey.

He sighed. “Thank you.”

Hermione stammered a reply, still wondering what had happened while she was gone. Her insecurity seemed to irritate Malfoy even more, he rubbed his eyes with both of his hands in a slow-motion and groaned almost inaudibly. He leaned back in his chair, his long legs carefully draped next to hers under the table, never quite touching. On various occasions that night, Hermione had heard a soft bump and had always assumed it must’ve been his one of knees that hit the table every time he shifted.

When he removed his hands from his face, Malfoy looked as shattered as he had before. It seemed so wrong on this man, always the epitome of composure and elegance. Even in the field, as a trainee, he appeared in control of every situation. On Thursdays, at the regulars’ table, he dominated the round merely by being such a stark contrast to the rest of them, with his bright hair, light skin, and impeccably straight posture.

Malfoy never sagged, not even after numerous whiskeys. He could raise his voice without automatically shouting as Harry did. He could direct his attention to someone by merely nodding briefly at them. His speech was always impeccable, whether he was stressed or tipsy. He never lost composure.

Yes, Hermione had paid attention to the enigma that was Draco Malfoy’s behaviour towards herself, and she had never seen him lose composure.

Hence, her breath stopped before speeding up excessively when he shifted forward, his elbows now resting on the table, and hid most of his face against his hands again. He was so tall; the table support automatically led him to cower slightly before her. Still, she had to look up to watch his emotions unfold before her.

Hunched Malfoy seemed so at odds with every observation Hermione had made over the past years. She briefly noticed how awkwardly unproportionate he seemed in comparison to the small table and the bench he sat on, but then Malfoy finally raised his voice again. All the effortless command it usually carried via ductus and volume, supported by the sheer size of his torso, had disappeared.

“Granger, how can you stand just sharing a table with me all evening?”

The question startled her so much, she just blinked rapidly at him, her pulse quickening. “I –”

He sighed and rubbed over his face with his hands once more before carefully placing them in front of his torso. His long fingers fiddled with a napkin on the table. His cheeks were flushed, and the corners of his mouth were facing downwards. The image reminded her of their Hogwarts days, but all animosity between them was gone. What remained was a healthy dose of anxiety after what had started as a civil evening.

He sighed again, still hunched in his seat. His eyes never left her face and Hermione struggled to meet his gaze, its intensity almost overwhelming her. The melancholy never left him.

“You testified at my trial – why?”

His voice was levelled, but not its usual nonchalant self – too quiet. Again, Hermione stumbled over his question. She knew the answer, didn’t she? She knew every answer to every question, and this one was so clear to her too. He was just a boy, not even of age. His family – his mother, especially – was in danger. He was – bully or not – just her classmate. He had looked so ridiculously skinny and unhealthy back in their sixth year, crying in the presence of a ghost living in a bathroom. He had stalled when they were captured and brought to the manor. He had not fought during the final battle. He had shown her every day since he had joined the department that the testimony was worth it.

And yet, the question stunned her.

He still sought her eyes with his. “What I want to say, Granger, is this. Whatever your reasoning, your testimony sealed my fate. You made it possible for me to join the auror squad. And I’m thankful.”

She furrowed her brows. “With all due respect, Malfoy, I really appreciate it. But Harry also –”

He interrupted her with a faint smile, but the sadness remained. “Potter has my thanks as well, rest assured. But you – I couldn’t believe it when they said your name. With Potter, I had a ridiculous rivalry. You– you never harmed me, Granger”, his voice cracked. “I depreciated you whenever I could, just to make myself feel better.”

He finally tore his gaze away from her. He was obviously ashamed. Hermione couldn’t reply. Her face was hot, her eyes roaming from Malfoy’s face to his still fiddling hands. She watched as he drew another breath.

All the noise in the pub had numbed around her a long time ago.

“Granger – Hermione – I’m incredibly sorry for how I treated you throughout our years in school. You never gave me any reason to despise you, and yet I did, based on what I now know is a ridiculous notion.”

She watched in awe as he pressed his thin lips together, obviously struggling with the situation, the words, but most of all, with himself. “You are the most impressive person I know. And in retrospect, I knew it a long time ago, but I was so preoccupied with working towards all the wrong goals. Please forgive me. For all the pain I caused you.”

Hermione stared at Malfoy, who had sought her gaze once more at the last sentence but now turned it back to the table, intently staring at the woodwork.

Hermione blinked once, twice, and then the noise of the pub returned to her ears as she slowly rose to her feet.

Malfoy, the tall man across from her, shrunk in his seat. He expected her to leave.

Instead, Hermione made her way to his side of the table and found an even stance in front of him. Despite being seated on a bench in a pub, Malfoy’s face was almost at the same height as hers, small as she was.

Without another word, she unceremoniously dropped next to him on the bench. He jumped slightly, but Hermione caught his long, lithe fingers in her own and pressed them slightly.

“I forgive you, Draco. I forgave you a long time ago.”

His shoulders sagged next to her. A small breath escaped him, and his lips finally curled upward in the most beautiful way once more. His chin trembled.

She sought his eyes – no longer the usual, composed grey now, but a softer, darker hue.

Her thumbs slowly, tentatively began to stroke the back of his hands in reassurance, but he didn’t move, his eyes still trained on her face so close to his own.

Hermione leaned in and kissed him.

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Author’s notes: This story is now also available to you on AO3 and I have an extra scene planned for you! It it almost finished and should land in the next couple of days. This format was fun! Although I have waded dangerously far away from drabble territory with some of them, length-wise. Thank you for following along and for being a part of it!

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