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the one where he falls asleep in the wrong place
Hermione had just finished up her astronomy essay as she packed up her things. Glancing out the window of the Gryffindor common room, she could see the mid-afternoon sun glistening off the waters of the Black Lake.
“Finally,” she muttered to herself, “finished before nightfall.”
Searching around the room, she noticed it was abysmally quiet. She wondered if everyone but herself had taken the day to roam the grounds. Ron, Harry, and Ginny were caught up practicing for the upcoming Quidditch match against Ravenclaw, leaving Hermione to get ahead on next week’s assignments. Which she did. All of them. Even the extra credit potions essay that she certainly didn’t need to do.
Sighing to herself, she realized how completely unprepared she was to have free time. A familiar rumble in her stomach made her realize she missed lunch. After a moment, she decided to go downstairs to the kitchens in search of a snack. It had been a while since she visited the house elves, anyway.
She allowed herself to wander lazily through the corridors. The fresh spring air had pulled most of the students out into the afternoon sun. Quidditch practice would likely last well into nightfall, leaving Hermione to her own devices for a few hours. Maybe after a snack, she could visit the library to see if the new Gainsworth work she had reserved was ready. She rarely found herself with time to read for pleasure these days.
Hermione reached the doors of the kitchens and pushed them open slowly. She found herself in a long hallway filled with extra tables, tablecloths, and dining china. The walls were stacked high with old chairs and portraits that had long lost their residents. She could hear a faint clamor behind the door at the end of the hall, and knew the house elves were hard at work preparing dinner. The aroma from the kitchen filled the air and reminded Hermione of freshly baked bread from the bakery down the street from her childhood home.
Smiling gently at the memory, Hermione made her way down the hallway before freezing at the noise of a faint rustle. Turning slowly to the side, she could barely see a pair of black loafers sticking out from behind a table. Moving closer to investigate, she noticed the loafers were indeed attached to a body. The body was sprawled out near the far corner of the room, laying on an old white dining linen. Curiosity filled her mind as she peered around the table to find the owner of the loafers. Her eyes examined the figure slowly. A small book was in his lap, apparently forgotten as he dozed away. His robes were disheveled, and his shirt was untucked from his trousers just enough to show the tiniest glimpse of skin on his hipbone. Hermione noticed his blonde hair was tousled just enough to show he had been asleep for a while. One bright blonde lock had fallen across his eyes and tickled his nose-
Bright blonde. Slytherin robes. A small gasp escaped Hermione’s lips as she realized the figure asleep in front of her was none other than Draco Malfoy. He looked so serene, she barely recognized him. Without the malice that typically accompanied an encounter with Malfoy, Hermione realized he looked like an average boy. Okay, maybe he was well above average in the looks department. His smooth skin was almost luminous, and the contour of his jawline suggested he wasn’t the same little boy she knew as a first year. No, this version had matured in all the right ways. A blush tore across her face as she realized the turn her thoughts had taken. She was staring- at Malfoy.
Quickly gathering herself, she turned away and headed the other direction. The last thing she needed was for him to wake up and notice her staring.
‘’Mione?”
Frozen in place, a deep shiver went down Hermione’s spine. The sound was barely audible, she couldn’t even decipher if it was real. Perhaps she was just imagining it. Besides, he had never referred to her as anything except Granger. And Mudblood.
“Granger?”
She slowly turned towards the voice, the heat of embarrassment rising in her cheeks.
“Are you spying on me?” Draco drawled, sitting himself up to lean back on his elbows. Despite the daze in his eye, his gaze was piercing. Hermione had the sudden thought that maybe he could see directly through her, down to her soul. Dragging out the deepest, darkest secrets she had never even muttered aloud. She had the urge to run, but she was paralyzed. Locked under his gaze.
“N- No of course not,” Hermione stammered, breaking away from his gaze and staring at her feet.
Draco stood, arms crossed lazily across his chest as he looked Hermione up and down.
“Then why are you here, Mudblood?” He sneered, the typical Malfoy charm returning.
“I was just on my way to the kitchens. It’s not my fault you chose the most inconvenient space for an afternoon nap. Why are you here, anyway? Don’t they have couches in the Slytherin common room? Or is it just full of stone slabs and snakes?” Hermione felt the heat building in her abdomen. Something about him standing here, acting as if she was in the wrong for simply existing in the same room as him, made her stomach twist in irritation. If there were any other emotions brewing in there, Hermione made a point to Not Pay Attention.
“On your way to the kitchens? What, roleplaying house elf tonight?” As the words left his mouth, Draco was taking slow strides toward Hermione. His gaze was fixed on hers, sparkling with something she couldn’t quite place. Hatred? Curiosity?
“Oh, fuck off Malfoy.” Hermione snarled, hand instinctively grasping at her wand by her side.
Draco’s eyebrows lifted and he let out a chuckle, seemingly surprised at Hermione’s language. At the noise, she suddenly became acutely aware that the space between them had been minimized to about a space. Her breath hitched as she caught a whiff of his scent. It was a mixture of citrus aftershave, pine, and... spearmint toothpaste.
Before she could make any reckless decisions, Draco turned on his heel and gathered his books, marking the end of the interaction. She turned away, forgetting the purpose of her trip and only thinking about getting far, far, away. Before she reached the end of the hall, she heard him clear his throat.
“It’s quiet down here. And warm. I get tired of hearing Crabbe and Goyle fail at attempting to read. Sometimes I just want to be somewhere away from... it all.” Draco’s voice falters on the last sentence.
“Oh, and Granger?” Hermione spins to make eye contact with Draco, noticing a sparkle in his eyes she can’t quite place. It’s subtle, but there.
“If you try interrupting me again, I’ll make you regret it.” A crooked grin sends Hermione bolting through the doors and back to the Gryffindor common room before she even has time to notice the butterflies making their way to the pit of her stomach. She didn’t even have time to wonder if the faint whisper of her given name was real or imagined.
#just thinking about them#dramione#hp#mine#my fic#draco malfoy#draco x hermione#hermione x draco#hermione granger#hpfic#wizardingworldonline#harry potter#potterblr#hogwarts#malfoy musings#dailypotter#fic rec#dhr#dhr fic
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Fic: Heart's In A Whirl 1/1 FRT (HP) Hermione/Severus
TITLE: Heart's In A Whirl
AUTHOR: Susan / apckrfan
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DISTRIBUTION: My site, AO3, FFnet, LJ.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters. They are owned by JK Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc. No profit is made from this fic.
RATING: FRT
SPOILERS: General, but canon divergent: EWE, Snape Lives
SUMMARY: To raise some money for things post-war that require repair, a group of witches decides to sell a pin-up calendar starring them. All proceeds to to war reparation and rebuilding. Prior to the calendar going live, a guessing game of who's who takes place with the winner getting to have a photo shoot of their own. Only one man even realizes Hermione is one of the calendar girls, and it becomes painfully obvious - to him and everyone with him - that he recognizes her because he knows her better than the other wizards realize.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Hermione Granger / Severus Snape, other canon HP wizards
DATE STARTED: September 2023
STATUS: Complete
WORD COUNT: 6,200 +/-
FEEDBACK: Please, I can't write better without it.
NOTES: This is a funny little idea that came to me and wouldn't go away.
PLAYLIST: there's a 4-hour playlist for this fic over at Spotify. It's titled the same as the fic.
ART: Many thanks to Heather (paynesgrey) for doing some art for this. I don't find myself wishing I could do edits or make graphics very often. This fic was one that begged me to show you what our Hermione looks like. Heather took a couple of source options and my very general comments and ran with it. Thank you!!
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should i start giving hp fic recs on my page?
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12072022 - Harry Potter
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“Your parents would throw a right fit, if they saw us now,” Hermione giggles, bumping her shoulder into Draco’s.
It’s their last week ever at Hogwarts, and they sit on the edge of the Astronomy tower, sunset colouring them in golds and pinks, and it’s… truly, honestly peaceful, for the first time in what feels like forever. Hermione of a year ago would have thought anyone crazy for even suggesting she and Draco Malfoy would ever be something resembling friends one day.
And yet, here they are.
Draco turns up his nose, but a smile is fighting its way onto his face despite his best efforts. “Oh, shut up, as if your two golden boys wouldn’t hex me on the spot.”
And, well, he’s not wrong, knowing Harry and Ron, and their overprotective tendencies. But, “I can be friends with whomever I want, thank you. Neither Harry nor Ron have any say in whom I talk to and whom I befriend. Even more so seeing as I am, in fact, older than both of them.”
Draco snorts. “I don’t know if that’s you standing up for yourself or standing up for me, but either way, Granger, I am quite impressed.”
Hermione pushes some of her hair out of her face, even as the tips of her ears burn, annoyingly. “Piss off, Malfoy,” she says, mock shoving him away to hide her embarrassment.
He shoves her right back, just because he’s an ass, and it has them both laughing, light-hearted, carefree. “Ah, Granger, Granger. Nevermind my parents or your friends. My twelve years old self would have a complete meltdown were he to see us now.”
#harry potter#hermione granger#draco malfoy#dramione#draco x hermione#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#hpfic
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Don’t look behind you!! Oh, wait, it’s just the ghost of Week 1 of the 31 Days of Fear Fest Challenge here to haunt your days and nights with some incredible, spooky creations!!!
Prompts this week include: Body Snatchers–Heart; They Never Suspected a Thing–Trapped; From the Deep–Buried; The–Changeling Soul; Ghost Story–Haunt; Cursed Artifact–Possession; There’s Something in the Attic–Scream.
If you wrote something for a Week 1 prompt and it isn’t included on this list, but you would like it to be, send us a message!
Links to daily posts and ongoing stories below the cut!
Day 1: Body Snatchers–Heart
👻 Replaced by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
👻 it was the only way to save him by @cavendishbutterfly [50 | T | Drarry]
cw: mild body horror, open ending
Day 2: They Never Suspected a Thing–Trapped
👻 He Did It by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
Day 3: From the Deep–Buried
👻 Restoration by @chamomileteafuel [240 | M | Drarry]
cw: implied necromancy, character death, illness, gore, grief
👻 Drowning by @moonstruckwytch [100 | M | Drarry]
cw: MCD
Day 4: The–Changeling Soul
👻 Hissing by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
👻 outside over there by @chamomileteafuel [430 | M | Drarry]
cw: implied miscarriages
Day 5: Ghost Story–Haunt
👻 still life by @cavendishbutterfly [50 | T | Drarry]
cw: ghosts
👻 Hide and Seek by @moonstruckwytch [100 | M | Drarry]
cw: MCD
Day 6: Cursed Artifact–Possession
👻 Tethered by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
cw: illness
Day 7: There’s Something in the Attic–Scream
👻 Inheritance by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
Day 8: Doppelgänger–Stranger
👻 Duplicate by @moonstruckwytch [100 | T | Drarry]
Ongoing:
👻 In the Garden of Shadows by @alexandra-emerson [11.5k | M]
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Prompt(s): Doppelganger–stranger
Ship(s): Dramione
Warnings: violence, dark themes, and sex
Summary: When Draco was a boy, he tried to catch the sun. He lined a basket with small mirrors and praised his cleverness as he watched the light dancing in the trap he’d made. Then, the sun set, and the night stole his prize. He tried again and again, but never managed to hold the light for longer than a day.
Sometimes he feared it was the same with him and Hermione. That it was just a matter of time before the sun set for them, leaving him in a world of shadows. That he'd be stuck weeding a field of endlessly growing dark thoughts until they finally overtook him.
A story about running from the past, and what happens when it catches up…
👻 you'll have to take the long way down by @theheadgirl [6.2k | T]
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Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Warnings: self-harm, claustrophobia, murder, injury, blood, torture (check for more tags!)
Summary: 31 days of fear, as experienced by Percy, Oliver, and Audrey. New prompts posted daily. Tags are for the whole work. Please be mindful of triggers. I tried to tag as much as I could but, fun fact, AO3 limits you to 75.
👻 Wormwood by @ghaniblue [3.2k | M]
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Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Gen
Warnings: psychological horror (check for more tags!)
Summary: [...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11)
or, the life and death of Regulus Black.
👻 the echo of an axe by luminae [11k | M]
ao3
Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Drarry
Warnings: Dubcon, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death
Summary: Draco gets attacked on his way home.
He doesn't remember much, but it was scary and he desperately needs it to happen again.
Harry has orders to prevent this.
#hpfearfest#hpfearfest2022#31daysoffearfest#hpfanfiction#hpfanart#hpfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fanart#harry potter horror#horror#hp fest
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Fic hurts
This last chap hurt so much to post istfg
#fanfic#writer#angst#i will survive without you#kill me please#harry potter#harry#hpfic#whump#im hurtin
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Yeah I know james loved lily, pursued her for years, asked her out on inappropriate occasion(s) (one is canon), pulled many stunts and impress her, but do you really think that is love? Love is not loud and attention seeking. It is something that thrives in quiet places, stolen glances, eye contacts that last longer than normal, memorizing their timetable, romantic dreams, making a big deal out of holding hands, blushing a little too hard when your friends mention them, worrying a little too much when they don't show up for a day's class. When something happens to them, love may not shriek the loudest, but it breaks the most. But love is also disappointment. What do you do when you love them and they do nothing but hurt you, unknowingly? How do you forgive them, and more importantly how do you forgive yourself? Can you not see lily sitting in secluded classrooms, empty dormitories and abandoned tower tops, wondering all of this? Can you not see her being utterly in love with james potter, which nobody knows about, while he is out there, making a huge show out of his "love"? Can you not see why she was so disappointed in him and only him? Not sirius, him. Because yes he is sweet and cares about her and that made her fall in love with him, but he is also this fucking arsehole who does the weirdest things, hurts her friend severus, does not know when to stop with his pranks, does not know when he has stopped having fun and started hurting people and cannot for the life of him figure out why she won't agree to go out with him. She has seen him with people he loves. She knows he will do anything sirius tells him to. She knows he, Sirius and Peter take care of remus every full moon. She knows he helps Peter with his anxiety and always tries to make him feel included. But she also knows he ignores whatever she says, doesn't take her seriously when she tells him to stop, doesn't take her seriously when she tells him his harmful pranks aren't "attractive". She knows he does not love her. Love is also contained in heavy sighs. Sighs of realization that they will never be yours, you will never be able to accept them, and they will never try. Can you see sixteen years old Lily being on the verge of a breakdown when he comes jumping around, with his three friends, and tells her he bets she hasn't seen this trick that he can do on his broomstick, and he is sure that it will impress her? Can you see him answering "because i love you" to her question "why do you try so hard?" Can you see her finally breaking and telling him to fuck off and that he knows nothing about love because if he did, he wouldn't be doing these elaborate tricks, that he would be really paying attention and see how much this bothers her, and "I know you don't love me because unlike you, I pay attention to your actions, your words, your everything because I love you. And I regret every bit of it and very much wish I didn't."? Then she storms away, not with tears but mere disappointment in her eyes, but is disappointment really "mere"? That was when he stopped. That was when she told herself she stopped.
#james#jamespotter#lily#lilyevans#lilyevanspotter#jily#jilyfic#jilyfanfic#harrypotter#hpfic#remus#sirius#remuslupin#siriusblack#marauders#themarauders
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So guess what!!! Coolest thing ever has happened to me. My fic got translated! Specifically, into Vietnamese!! Go check it out <3!
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A short hp drabble about Harry’s upbringing
The fire crackles lowly where its embers glow orange through the cracks of the logs. Harry pulls the blanket around him tighter against his chin. There’s a bit of a chill tonight, even with the fire, even with the knowledge that he’s safe, bundled up in the Weasley’s with his friends feet away. Ron’s lost in a game of wizard’s chess against his own set. He knows the chances of him winning are near impossible and yet he hollers with triumph every time he is in a favorable position over his jinxed board. Hermione watches on as he tries to think of his next move. She occasionally offers advice and input much to Ron’s annoyance.
Maybe it’s the cozy atmosphere but Ron suddenly musses out of nowhere, “Dad taught me Wizard’s chess.”
“Did he?” Harry asks.
“Yeah,” Ron says smiling happily, then he barks loudly with laughter, “he actually taught me on a muggle chess board.”
“You’re kidding!” Hermione gasps in delight.
“All my young years I learned on a muggle chess set, Dad reckons it’s why I’m so good at the game.”
“And you’re so humble too!” Hermione says, voice brimming with sarcasm.
Harry laughs at his friends.
“Who taught you chess Harry?” Ron asks, both of them turning their attention to him.
Harry’s caught off guard. “No one taught me, wizard’s chess was the first time I’d ever played chess. Well, any game really.” Harry says quietly.
“What do you mean?” Hermione asks softly.
Harry shakes his head, why would he say that, “the muggles weren’t really into board games.”
“Oh,” Hermione says, though the way she stares at him, Harry knows she sees right through him.
“What’re bort games?”
“Board,” Hemrione says slowly, “it’s just a category to describe certain muggle games.”
Ron looks like Hermione just made it more confusing, his face screwed up.
Harry laughs but it dies in his throat when Ron asks, “What was it like when you were growing up Harry?”
Hermione glances sharply from Ron to Harry, worrying her lip between her teeth.
Harry thinks of the small cupboard, corners cobwebbed and crawling with spiders. The way the dust would swirl and the light pull would tremble as his cousin stomped down the stairs. Harry thinks of long nights in the cupboard sent to bed without supper. Lying awake as his stomach growled and trying desperately to fall asleep to bring his next meal sooner.
He thinks of bony aunt petunia, how she'd scrub the floors raw on her hands and knees. How sometimes he’d catch her staring with such a look of disgust on her face, that it struck him more than an actual hit might. I was the only one to see her for what she was… a freak!
How she’d take sewing scissors to his hair, sawing off chunks with the dull rusted blades. How it felt watching her gather Dudley up in her arms and hold him with all the love she held.
“Harry?” Hermione asks, frowning.
“Yeah?”
“Sorry mate, guess that was a dumb question, the muggles being what they are.”
Harry stays quiet for a long moment, “Sometimes I feel like being there. At Hogwarts. It’s like the first time I’m really getting to be a kid.”
Hermone smiles at him, a little sad, a little bittersweet. She knows a bit, but not the extent of it. He thinks maybe he should tell her, at least more, when it comes up, instead of keeping it under lock and key like he’s used to.
Hermione’s voice is excited when she asks, “What was it like for you the first time you walked through those doors?”
“Well what was it like for you? You’d also never experienced anything like it.”
Hermione thinks for a moment. “I’d never seen anything so grand. I’d read all about it but reading it in a book and experiencing it for yourself are worlds apart.”
“Hm,” Harry hums.
“And when you first found out you were a wizard?” Ron asks, eyes alight with curiosity.
Harry stills. Hagrid entered in the loudest most startling way possible and brought Harry the biggest most life changing news. “I thought, ‘so that’s why you always felt something was missing.’”
Hermione nods, “it’s quite a shock isn’t it?”
Ron groans, “I bet that was exciting, I always knew I was a wizard, I didn’t think anything special of it.”
Harry feels anger burst red hot in his veins and is shocked by the venomous sound of his own words, “because you lucked out enough to grow up loved and happy in a wizarding family.”
The silence is deafening. Harry throws off the blanket, “I’m going to the bathroom.”
He doesn’t, he walks down the hall and out onto one of the small, lopsided balconies of the burrow. Feeling the tightness in his shoulders relax marginally at the rush of cold air that curls around him, he leans on the railing which probably isn��t the best idea considering how it creaks under his weight, and looks out onto the sprawling fields that stretch far beyond the patchwork burrow.
He turns his head when the door he’d come through creaks open and isn’t surprised to find it’s Hermione.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asks, pulling her blanket up tighter around her shoulders and rubbing her hands together under the fabric.
“I’m not, if you’re cold go back inside.”
“Harry,” she sighs, she comes to stand next to him and leans her head on his shoulder, her bushy hair tickling his nose.
“It’s just not easy to hear him complain about what he was given.”
“He doesn’t understand how different it was for you.”
“I would have given anything. Anything. To grow up like him in the wizarding world, always knowing who I was.”
Hermione sighs, “I know. It’s not fair.”
Harry feels tears sting at his eyes at the bitter feeling of how truly unfair it is.
Hermione picks up her head, sliding a hand around Harry’s arm, her small hands are warm, her eyes are lost on the horizon too. “Don’t you think…it made you who you are though?”
“Why couldn’t I have been me and grow up in the wizarding world?”
“What I mean Harry, is it made you strong, even if it hurts, even if it cuts so deeply, you wouldn’t be who you are if you hadn’t grown up how you had.”
Harry frowns.
“You’re stronger because you had to be. Because nobody was going to be strong for you.”
Harry stares at Hermione’s profile, maybe she does know he thinks, without him even having to tell her. She shakes his head at himself.
“It doesn’t change the fact that so much is lost. So much I can’t even mourn because I don’t know what could have been.”
“I don’t think dwelling on that is a good thing,” she says, frowning. “Think of instead what you get to experience now because you’ve never experienced it before.”
Harry gives her a puzzled look.
“Do you remember the feeling of seeing your first chocolate frog move? The first time you walked the grand entrance of Gringotts bank. The endless bewitched sky of the great hall, the first time you rode a broom…” She fixes him with a serious look, “none of that would have meant as much to you had it all already been commonplace.”
Harry feels tension leave his shoulders and he lets his head fall onto Hermione’s. “Thanks Hermione.”
They walk back to the room together, and Harry asks Ron if he can play him next at wizarding chess when he’s finished playing the board. Ron promises him the next game, “as soon as I win.”
“You’re not going to beat an enchanted chess board Ron! Its entire purpose is to beat you!”
“Ye of little faith!”
And Harry will never forget how loud they screamed when Ron roared “check mate!”.
#hp#HarryPotter#Harry Potter#the wizarding world of harry potter#ron weasley#hermione granger#hpfic#hpfanfic
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Once upon a time I did a search on the Internet Wayback machine and found some of Mirabella's deleted HP fic. Somehow, though, I managed to save... two. Namely, Trinity, and HP and the Inconvenient Condition. They are amazing and wonderful and I love having a copy to reread. (I might have saved others on the laptop that died? Yeah. Inaccessible.)
Do you, by any chance, have a copy of anything else HP from Mirabella? Preferably anything both complete and sexy. I would be THRILLED to have a copy of the one where Harry is working undercover in a casino and expectedly runs into Draco.
I'd be more than happy to trade, if that helps.
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Fic: Treat Me Right 1/10 (FRM) HP (Hermione/Severus)
TITLE: Treat Me Right
AUTHOR: Susan / apckrfan
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DISTRIBUTION: My site, AO3, FF.net, LiveJournal.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters. They are owned by JK Rowling, Scholastic, Warner Brothers, etc. No profit is made from this fic.
RATING: FRM
SPOILERS: Everything is fair game. Snape lives. Hermione never goes to Hogwarts so one can assume that many happenings from 1991-98 will be different.
SUMMARY: Post-war, a badly scarred Severus Snape is secreted away with only a select few knowing that the wizard survived his injuries to do some top secret operations in an effort to capture all escaped death eaters and followers post-war. There he meets a local (magical) barmaid he finds himself intrigued by. She seems to be, too. It turns out there’s a reason why.
CHARACTERS/PAIRING: Hermione Granger/Severus Snape
DATE STARTED: November 2022
STATUS: Complete
WORD COUNT: 40,500
FEEDBACK: Please, I can't write better without it.
NOTES: This is a soul mates fic. It is complete in ten chapters. I will post Sunday & Wednesday until it’s finished. (Chapter Two will be Sunday.)
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Muggle Magic
Aelys_Althea @aelysalthea
Chapters: 18/18
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson/OFC
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Lily Potter, James Potter, Original Characters, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Minerva McGonagall, Bellatrix Lestrange, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Pre-Canon Divergence, James & Lily live, Muggle Upbringing, Muggle/Wizard Relations, Muggle Technology, Muggle Magic, Queer Characters, LGBTQ Character, Homophobia, Internalised Homophobia, Bullying, First boyfriend, First Time, Blowjobs, Slow Build, Like really slow, Exploring both the Muggle and Wizarding world, Dark Themes Towards the End, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Brief Depictions of Violence and Gore
Summary:
When Voldemort came for Harry, Lily took a stand. This time, Voldemort was defeated. But not enough for the Potters.
Leaving the Wizarding world behind them, Harry is raised a Muggle without any knowledge of the magic. Not of the real kind, anyway. But magic always finds a way, and in his final year of high school Harry is introduced to a school of unexpected and unfamiliar people. Different people. Interesting people. And one person in particular that managed to draw a little more interest than the rest.
Excerpt:
"Are you feeling okay?" he asked.
Draco smiled. A genuine smile that, though it wasn't wide, held a hint of warmth. "Wonderful, actually. And grateful."
"Grateful?"
"Why do you sound so surprised?"
Harry shrugged under Draco's hand, the hand as warm and strangely comfortable as it shouldn't be with its unfamiliarity. "You don't seem the type, is all."
"You saved me from a horde of pathetic bullies by quite literally throwing yourself to the dragons," Draco said with a shrug of his own. "No one's ever done that for me before."
"That's a little bit sad, Draco."
"Perhaps. I personally find it incredibly attractive, but perhaps that's just me."
Harry blinked. "Excuse me?"
Draco's smile had returned, but it was slightly different this time. He cocked his head like a curious bird as he considered Harry. "Is it wrong of me to assume from their suggestions? Perhaps it is."
"What?" Harry asked. Are you… this can't really be…
"Do you fancy me?"
What the bloody hell is going on? It was one wave after another; incomprehension and misunderstanding, confusion and ridiculousness, that struck Harry with such overwhelming force that he hadn't the time to recover before the next bout struck. Jacob. The fence. Draco appearing, and then - what, magic? And now this?
In spite of himself, warmth flooded Harry's cheeks. He was acutely aware of Draco's hand still upon his shoulder, of his smile that widened slightly as Harry stuttered a reply. "I… that's not… I mean, it's not wrong, but I – it's complicated with the whole… you know… I don't want to make things awkward, and it's not like it's going to affect our studies or anything, so –"
Harry cut himself off. Or he wished he'd cut himself off. It would have been less humiliating then to be silenced by Draco leaning towards him and slightly, gently, ever so briefly, pressing his lips against his own. Except that humiliation was barely more than a distant echo in Harry's head, bulldozed by the more immediate concern.
Bloody hell, Draco Malfoy just kissed me.
Draco leant away from him. He was still smiling. His hand still rested on Harry's shoulder. And Harry couldn't move.
He'd never been so confused in his whole life.
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#Muggle Magic#Aelys_Althea#Drarry#drarry fic rec#fic rec#hpfic rec#hp#Harry Potter#Draco Malfoy#Drarry fanfiction#hp fanfiction#Carey's bookmark fic recs#Carey's personal Bookmarks
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Wizarding World fics
In the Shadows of Friendship Forever.
Ominis and Anne sent Sebastian to Azkaban for his own good. Their friend and brother had changed from the kind boy he once was, and they regretted their decision ever since. They are desperate to have Sebastian back and are willing to do anything, anything. Ominis will even become the monster he vowed he was not.
The Fall of the House of Gaunt.
How did the ancient House of Gaunt, once among the wealthiest, most powerful, and most dangerous families in the wizarding world, become the desperate souls depicted in The Half-Blood Prince? How did Sebastian's life sentence to Azkaban trigger the downfall of the heirs of Slytherin?
Chapters 1 - 10
Chapters 11 - 20
Chapters 21 - 30
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01092022 - Harry Potter
closing of a chapter (means opening of a new one)
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"Somehow, Granger, this is exactly where I thought you might be, even on your very last day of school," Hermione hears as she closes the last of her borrowed tomes.
The library had been so quiet until now, everybody in school getting ready to go home, and Hermione just… She’s had everything packed since last night, and her pyjamas and the leftovers for daily use since dawn, so there was nothing left for her to do but wait. So to the school library she went, one last time. "Good morning to you, too, Malfoy," she greets without looking up from the cover of the book. "Is it time to leave for the train yet? I’m afraid I’ve lost track of time."
Malfoy snorts. "No. You're about to miss breakfast, though," he says, sitting down opposite her. "McGonagall's gonna throw a fit if her favourite little bookworm won't be there to listen to whatever speech she has prepared, you know. I'll bet you anything, it's going to be even more boring than the ones Dumbledore used to make."
Hermione rolls her eyes, but she's not annoyed. She and Malfoy haven't really annoyed each other in well over a year now. Probably well over two, if she honestly thinks about it. "Don't be a tosser on your last day of school, you git." She smiles, though, when she looks up to meet his eyes.
Malfoy is smiling, too. It's… not as weird or as off putting as it used to be. "Wouldn't be me, now, would it?"
"I guess."
They sit there, in something like content silence, and Hermione thinks of all the times she’s wanted to ring his ears throughout the years they've known each other, all the times he was nothing but a spoiled little brat who thought too highly of himself and too little of others, all the times he called her vicious names and made her cry.
And she thinks, too, of the times, though few and far between, when he surprised her, even when he meant to be an arse.
And now, here they are, at the end of a chapter of their lives, ready to start a new one. And they are friends, of a sort, to everyone's (even their own) surprise .
Hermione closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, and for a heartbeat, imagines this moment - her and Malfoy, sitting in the school library together, smiling at each other in the gentle morning sunlight - captured in glass, forever.
Then she exhales, and opens her eyes, and when she looks at him, Malfoy looks like he might be feeling exactly as she feels.
"Let's go to breakfast," she says, standing up and gathering the books into a tidy little stack.
Malfoy sits still, for a second or two longer, just looking at her, and then he nods. Stands up. "Yes. Let's."
#harry potter#hermione granger#draco malfoy#dramione#draco x hermione#by moi#fic#my fic#2022 fic#hpfic
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BOO!! Did we startle you? Not to worry, it’s just Week 3 of the 31 Days of Fear Fest Challenge hiding behind the curtains. Be careful looking in the dark corners though, they’re full of fantastically frightening creations!!!
Prompts this week include: Disembodied Voices–Hidden; Blood Suckers–Hunt; Don’t Turn Out the Light–Memory; Dark Fairytale–Forest; B-Movie–Omen; Grimoire–Burn; Legend Has It–Harvest.
If you wrote something for a Week 3 prompt and it isn’t included on this list, but you would like it to be, send us a message!
Links to daily posts and ongoing stories below the cut!
Previous week's roundup here
Daily:
Day 17: Blood Suckers–Hunt
👻 undone by @moonstruckwytch [ 100 | T | Drarry ]
👻 prey by @dracopetal [ 799 | M ]
Cw: blood and violence cw: dismemberment
Day 19: Dark Fairytale–Forest
👻 The Three Ravens by Sniper_Jade [9.4k | E | NottPott]
Ongoing:
👻 In the Garden of Shadows by @alexandra-emerson [34.7k | M] tumblr | ao3
Prompt(s): Doppelganger–stranger
Ship(s): Dramione
Warnings: violence, dark themes, and sex
Summary: When Draco was a boy, he tried to catch the sun. He lined a basket with small mirrors and praised his cleverness as he watched the light dancing in the trap he’d made. Then, the sun set, and the night stole his prize. He tried again and again, but never managed to hold the light for longer than a day.
Sometimes he feared it was the same with him and Hermione. That it was just a matter of time before the sun set for them, leaving him in a world of shadows. That he'd be stuck weeding a field of endlessly growing dark thoughts until they finally overtook him.
A story about running from the past, and what happens when it catches up…
👻 you'll have to take the long way down by @theheadgirl [18.7k | T] tumblr | ao3
Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Percy Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley, Audrey Weasley/Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood
Warnings: self-harm, claustrophobia, murder, injury, blood, torture (check for more tags!)
Summary: 31 days of fear, as experienced by Percy, Oliver, and Audrey. New prompts posted daily. Tags are for the whole work. Please be mindful of triggers. I tried to tag as much as I could but, fun fact, AO3 limits you to 75.
👻 Wormwood by @ghaniblue [10k | M] tumblr | ao3
Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Gen
Warnings: psychological horror (check for more tags!)
Summary: [...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11)
or, the life and death of Regulus Black.
👻 the echo of an axe by luminae [19.7k | M]
Prompt(s): Chapters correspond to the daily prompts
Ship(s): Drarry
Warnings: Dubcon, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death
Summary: Draco gets attacked on his way home.
#hpfearfest#hpfearfest2022#31daysoffearfest#hpfanfiction#hpfanart#hpfic#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fanart#harry potter horror#horror#hp fest
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Back, Back Again
Oh, look, it’s me. I’m not dead. And, surprise! I’ve been writing a TON over on Archive of our Own. I’ll link my pseud here again for anyone wondering what it is, but I wanted to let everyone know because I’m partaking in, not one, but THREE fests this year (while also working on other wip longfics). So, there’s a lot to come!
Additionally, I’ll hopefully be posting my art of each family’s crests from my Harry Potter fics and how I imagine them to look. That will come... some time in the future. I’m not sure when really. Likely after all three fests are done and over with.
I also have a little idea for a fest of my own, but I’m not sure how interested others will be in it. It would be a Harry Potter Tomarrymort fest (of course). I was thinking that it could be a prompt based one, like most fests are, and it would centre around how we all imagine Harry and Tom / Voldemort getting together after the war or epilogue. Maybe Tom didn’t die, maybe he’s brought back to life, maybe it’s his ghost, maybe a rugged auror Harry goes back in time to stop his death, etc. How would all the kids react if Harry and Ginny did get together initially but then got divorced? How would Teddy handle it if Harry raised his godson? There’s so much here to consider! So, if that does sound like fun for anyone, let me know!
Lastly (for now), I’m slowly working towards a schedule where nights when I’m home and not doing anything like school / work / irl wise, then I make sure to sit down and write at least a few hundred - 1,000 words before bed. I’ve kept it up better than I suspected but still not as well as I wish, so I will continue working on making it more of a nightly routine.
Other than that, happy reading everyone!!
#hpfics#hp fics#i'm back#i'm not dead i swear#tomarrymort fest idea#tomarrymort#these crests are taking longer than i had hoped but coming along nicely#i'm working on the malfoy crest rn#well not this second but that's the most recent one#i have ones for mayyybbeee half of the prominent families that i need#we'll see how many more months it'll be before they're done#wish me luck#will i ever revist my old longfic wips that i've let sit?#idk never say never but probably not#unless i go back and still enjoy the premise enough to completely rewrite them#because DAMN my writing from years ago really sucks#i'd like to think i've improved quite a bit at least#semi long post?
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