Summer Draco and HermioneI don't know why I let him talk me into this. Granted, we did happen to have the day off from work at the same time, and it was rather nice out. I can feel the pressure of his eyes boring into my back as I slipped my t-shirt off, leaving me quite exposed. I could already feel the sun crisping my skin as I hastily applied suntan lotion. Soft fingers found my skin and I almost jumped as hands, more gentle than I ever would have imagined, smoothed the creamy skin saver over my back. I sat down on the towel, propping one leg up and rested my chest against it as I stretched to get the lotion between my toes. I chanced a look over my shoulder to see what he was doing to protect his incredibly fair skin from the sun.Summer Draco and Hermione8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nothing. He was staring at me with that terribly endearing lopsided grin that he saved for me and me alone.
You know I was having doubts about this whole beach thing, seeing as I didn't think you would take the time to look up magical ways to keep from sunburn.
How to Survive Draco Malfoy 2How to Survive Draco MalfoyHow to Survive Draco Malfoy 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part one: Sod It All With a Wrackspurted Dung Beetle
Sod it all with a wrakspurted dung beetle! I jumped up and down, clutching my foot desperately, trying to smooth out the feeling that someone had impaled me under my toenails. The explicative was learned from Ron and used to great effect. I sat down in the middle of the hall, papers previously tucked into my hand crinkling under me as I peeled off a sock to examine the toenails to find the blood blister where my toenail had bent. The hall was almost deserted, a witch hurrying away as I continued to mutter dire threats under my breath. I finally got a hold on the pain well enough to survey around me and groaned as I realized that my work for the morning was spread out in a fan where it had tumbled from my arms. I glared at the offending floorboard as it mocked me, standing innocently cockeyed, an inch off kilter. Here I am, sitting in the middle of the most important magical hub in England, in a
The Proposal's'The first time that Draco Malfoy attempted to propose, he planned it well in advance, getting tickets to see my favorite band. He expected me to come home at the normal time only to be disappointed as the seconds ticked by. When I showed up back at the apartment, it was an hour after the concert was supposed to have started, exhausted and wanting nothing more than to go to sleep and not move for the next century, and so he surreptitiously hid the tickets, and then tucked me into bed, gently.The Proposal's'7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The second time Draco Malfoy tried to propose, he snuck out of bed in the early morning hours to write the all important words in giant glowing chalk. As he collapsed back into bed, he fell instantly asleep, not to move until at half past six when there was the sound of thunder and a downpour of rain as the heavens split, washing his message away instantly. He sat bolt upright at the sound and leaped to the window sill, staring in horror as the words melted away. I made a soft grumbling
One Year LaterOn our one year anniversary, Draco surprised me at work. When I opened my door to begin my day, he was draped over my desk like a greek hero ready for sacrifice wearing-One Year Later7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nothing. Not a stitch of clothing. He liked to do these things to see me get flustered and upset, but seeing as I had all morning to get used to the sight, I merely smiled absently.
Yes, well, darling it is a bit cold in here, isn't it? I said, reassuringly patting his arm. He made a strangled noise and sat bolt upright, glaring at me. I threw back my head and laughed, shutting the door behind me before Penelope could peep in to see what outrageous stunt my boyfriend had pulled now. He, and by extension, I, was getting a name around the building for always being good for a laugh if we had had a fight. His I'm sorry's were never said with words, always extravagant gestures that bordered on the ridiculous even if they were quite charming. Don't worry, you affirmed your manhood many times thi
Couple DrabbleIt was a lazy afternoon which meant that Draco and Hermione had done nothing but curl up like kittens on the sofa, Draco laying half on top of her with his head cradled in the curve of her neck and an arm slung across her waist.Couple Drabble7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
We could watch a movie. Draco buried his head into her shoulder and she sighed, happy to stay where she was. Or go visit Harry and Ginny while they are trying to make babies again, Ron says that he got a hold on their schedule. They made a schedule, can you believe it?
Hermione, trying to be subtle, attempted to rearrange Draco's head into a more comfortable position such as on her mouth. Partly so she didn't have to listen to him talk about Harry and Ginny's weirdness about their procreating, and partly because she was cold and a kiss was always their signal to get things going themselves. Draco continued on blithely,ignoring her ineffectual attempts.
We could go take a walk in the park. Or organize the library. H
Harry and Ginny fluffThere were three truths that Harry Potter would always remember about this moment. One, the knob to the cabinet could be used as a lethal weapon as it was stabbing him in the kidneys. Two, he was finding that it was becoming increasingly hard to breath. And three, He would never, ever, find something so amazing as an armful of Ginny as she kissed the breath out of him. Five feet and an extra four inches of soft malleable girl flesh was pushed into him, filling the hollows left by his own skinny frame. Even with the double threat of impalement and suffocation, he couldn't bring himself to stop her.Harry and Ginny fluff8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Footsteps on the stairs would be the only thing that could rip his mind out of its insanely happy place with swooping owls and fluttering feathers. That would be because anyone with red hair and freckles coming down those steps would immediately be attempting to dismember him. Considering that somewhere in the shoving backward onto a knife cleverly disguised as a cabinet knob, Ginny had lost
Draco confessesA teenage girl walked from the from the library, books held close to her chest, her bushy hair down in thought. After being in the library, Hermione Granger always liked to remember and contemplate all that she had researched. A cool swish of robes passed Hermione as she walked down a stone passage, indicating someone had passed her in a hurry. She heard soft voices behind her, and then steps coming towards her.Draco confesses8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Hermione!' someone called out. The voice had a familiar drawl to it, and Hermione dreaded who it really was. Slowly, she turned around and found that Draco Malfoy was standing in the passage, calling to her. His white-blond hair was slicked back, making his grey eyes prominent under his light eyebrows. Hermione's hand dove into her robes on instinct, but then realised that there was something different about the boy. It was not because he was not flanked by his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Or that his wand was still in his pocket. Or even the fact that he did not call her Mubloo
Called your bluffHermione crept slowly down the dark, deserted corridor in her dressing gown and slippers. It was after midnight, leaving the school utterly empty. She wished she had thought to borrow the invisibility cloak and Marauders Map from Harry, but luckily she didnt encounter Filch or Mrs Norris on her way to the Prefects Bathroom.Called your bluff7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Gryffindors had double Herbology that afternoon and she still smelt like flowers. While the rest of the class had headed to the baths after the lesson, she had a study session for Ancient Runes to go to. She had intended to bathe after dinner, but Harry and Ron had cornered her, begging for help with the potions essay that was in for tomorrow. Nearly everyone else in the Common Room had gone to bed by the time she had finished correcting ingredients and quantities for them.
She sighed with relief when she reached the statue of Boris the Bewildered without incident. Soap suds, she whispered to the statue. The
The birds and the beesThe birds and the bees9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had been years since this all had begun, with a wardrobe and a lamp post. There had been things like a witch and a lion and a great war between then and now, and Lucy was getting impatient. Mr. Tumnus, though she fondly thought of him as Tumnus, still insisted on treating her as a child. 'No, Lucy, don't go into the woods alone Lucy, don't fall asleep in my bed, Lucy, don't eat strawberries and then lick your fingers Lucy. Oh, and the ever present, 'You're not a child any more Lucy, you can't sit on my lap anymore'. It was enough to drive her mad. She kicked her bedpost petulantly. Then almost cursed as she realized the childishness of her actions. There was a flumph as she sat on the edge of her bed, arms crossed, furiously contemplating the situation. She was stuck in a quandry because she didn't understand what was going on in the first place and more importantly, didn't know what to do. She stood up suddenly, her skirts rustling into place.
She knew what to do, she w
How to Survive Draco MalfoyNote: This is only the first chapter, for the full story, please go to How to Survive Draco Malfoy 2, located in my gallery immediately after this one.How to Survive Draco Malfoy8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
How to Survive Draco Malfoy
Part one: Sod It All With a Wrackspurted Dung Beetle
Sod it all with a wrakspurted dung beetle! I jumped up and down, clutching my foot desperately, trying to smooth out the feeling that someone had impaled me under my toenails. The explicative was learned from Ron and used to great effect. I sat down in the middle of the hall, papers previously tucked into my hand crinkling under me as I peeled off a sock to examine the toenails to find the blood blister where my toenail had bent. The hall was almost deserted, a witch hurrying away as I continued to mutter dire threats under my breath. I finally got a hold on the pain well enough to survey around me and groaned as I realized that my work for the morning was spread out in a fan where it had tumbled from my arms. I glared at the offending floorboar
Run Doctor who -spoilers-Rose used to wonder why the TARDIS sounded like it was crying whenever it left somewhere, but as she broke the kiss to stare at the fading machine, she realized that it was because when the Doctor had to leave, his heart broke just a little. He went where he was needed, where the TARDIS sent him, never encountering the same people twice (except Donna, but there was something bigger going on there). Even with his companions, there came the time for them to leave. Rarely did he see them again, and never for very long. His goodbyes were often fatal, leaving dead behind, through no fault of his own though he blamed himself.Run Doctor who -spoilers-8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The new doctor, her doctor, came to stand beside her and she wondered, what was a doctor without a TARDIS to cry for him? He took her hand gently, laced her fingers through his and smiled.
"Run." He said, and suited action to word, tearing off down the beach, dragging her behind, answering her question. The Doctor without his TARDIS was like a soldier without a gun, dep
Malfoy ManorDraco Malfoy was bored. It was barely two weeks into the summer holidays and already he couldnt wait to get back to school, if only to escape the vast empty Manor. With his father in prison, his mother on holiday in Greece with some friends and only the simpering house-elves for company, Draco had taken to wondering the countryside around the Malfoy estate in Wiltshire.Malfoy Manor7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He frowned to himself as he kicked a stone in his path, knowing that his aimlessness probably wasnt healthy. What he really felt he needed was some sort of intelligent conversation, an exchange where the other participant didnt cringe at his feet and call him Sir. He had even been desperate enough to invite Greg and Vincent to the Manor (not that they would have really helped solve his problem of needing intelligent conversation) but were both on holiday, as was Pansy.
You Kissed Me"MALFOY!" I screeched. He stormed over to me.You Kissed Me9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"GRANGER!" He shouted.
"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" We both shouted. His eyes were as stormy as ever.
"Stupid little Mudblood Tramp!"
"Twitchy Arrogant Ferret!"
"ENOUGH!" McGonagall shouted. I stopped. "Both of you detention after class today. I flushed red from anger and embarrassment. Malfoy smirked, flipping his hair out of his eyes. I glared at him and sat down again. He walked back to his seat. My leopard I had been changing was now stone. Not ice. Stone. Failure. Malfoy's was in the same manner, yet he was smirking at me. We hadn't learned ice to stone yet. More importantly, I hadn't learned it yet. 'Why is he still staring at me?' I mentally asked myself. I nudged Harry.
"Huh?" He asked quietly.
"He's doing it again." I said. Harry looked at me.
"Watch out for him. He's been watching you all year."
"What do I do? I have detention with him."
"Keep your wand handy." He said. He turned and glared at Malfoy. Malfoy didn't falter, instead staring
Epilogue - Dramione Veela Fic"Do we have to?"Epilogue - Dramione Veela Fic6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Yes," Draco said firmly, stalking towards the Great Hall.
"Pansy, Granger is a big part of my life now and I want you to get to know her."
"Why?" she whined louder, letting him drag her along.
"Because you're my best friend, Pans," Draco said, casting a glance over his shoulder at the pouting girl.
"Can't she come sit with us?" she said as they walked between the tables, heading to the other side of the Hall for a change.
"Are you kidding? The Slytherins would tear her apart or try to anyway," he said. "At least Pothead and the Weasel will try to be civil."
Granger looked up at them as they approached and smiled. "Hey," she said softly, the sound of her voice making the Mark on his neck tingle.
"Hi," he replied, smiling foolishly as he bent to kiss her and take the empty seat she had saved at the Gryffindor table for him.
Pansy threw herself onto the bench next to him with bad grace, opposite the Weasel, who was glaring, muttering under
Behind these Hazel Eyes finishThe day that Draco came home with his new assignment was the day that my world began to end. He was cursing the fact that he was paired with some sort of mudblood, more a fact of life than an exception these days. He was rising steadily in the ranks and they were putting him in the charge of more and more capable partners. He had apparently reached the pinnacle of his career as he was now paired with Granger, the top dog in research and development. Since her victory over Voldemort with Harry and Ron, she was practically running the ministry and rumors were flying that she was tapped for the next minister.Behind these Hazel Eyes finish8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
All I knew was that Draco came home and he was angry. I sighed and began to get down to my job of soothing Dracos ruffled feathers.
Darling, what is wrong? He sat and then flopped down, his head in my lap. I caught a whiff of some strange scent, but ignored it. Shes brilliant and the two of you would make a fantastic team with both of your genius working
Two left hoovesTumnus wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten into the situation he was in, nor was he certain whether or not it was something he should thankful or worried about. Or if he should simply chock it all up to Aslan having a strange sense of humor. Really, he wasn't ruling that out.Two left hooves9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It had all started out innocently enough. After years of cloistering himself in a corner, or hiding out on a balcony whenever there was a royal ball, the kings and queens finally got curious as to why he always kept himself to the shadows. One queen in particular, his friend Lucy, would not rest until she learned the truth.
"Don't you ever feel like dancing?" Lucy had asked him. Tumnus was then obliged, amongst much blushing and blustering, that he did not know -how- to dance. At least not as one would at a ball. He knew Faun dances, but those were quite different.
After that things were a bit of a blur, but when they came bac
Do You Really Want it Back?Disclaimer: Okay, this is going to be the ONLY time I write this so, listen up! I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. I just own this plot!Do You Really Want it Back?12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A/N: Okay! This is my first Draco/Hermione fic so, go easy on me! Oh, I hope you like it! ^^ So r/r!
_________Do You Really Want it Back? ________
Chapter 1- Doing WHAT in the Common Room?!
"Malfoy! Give it back now!" Hermione screamed as she chased the blonde wizard around the Head Boy and Head Girl's Common Room.
Draco laughed as he speedily ran, throwing chairs and desks behind him to block Hermione's path. He found this quite amusing. He had the mudblood's most prized possesion, now what should she do to get it back?
"Oh c'mon, Mudblood! You can't expect me to just give this back, do you?" He stopped on the opposite side of the red velvet couch as Hermione and smirked, which made her go scarlet.
"I expect you to be a proper Head Boy and just give it back!" She had really had enough of this. Ever since she and Draco had to share a dorm,