Keep it, it's good luck!

by epic_donna

Summary:

A Collection of One-shots for Dramione Month 2025.

Chapter 1: keep it, it's good luck!

Summary:

Day 1 - Dramione Month 2025

Hogwarts// 4th year // Yule Ball

Hermione ran to the stairs and sat angrily at the bottom steps after her argument with Harry and Ron.

Ron. Why wouldn't he just admit it? Was she overthinking it? Did she read the room wrong? Hermione closed her eyes and let the tears stream down her face.

She had had it! Hermione abruptly stood and bumped into... a wall? Said wall grabbed her arms before she could fall.

"Bloody hell, Granger! Watch where you're going."

Hermione knew that voice...but she didn't had the energy to deal with him.

"Malfoy-"

Hermione's speech was cut off when Malfoy's hand shot out and a handkerchief was suddenly nudged at her nose.

"What-"

"Blow."

And for whatever reason, she did.

"Stop crying over that git. He doesn't deserve it.", Draco said seriously.

Hermione snatched the handkerchief from Draco's hand and blew her nose harder, expecting him to sneer or call her names, but he only burst out laughing.

"Keep it. It's good luck.", Draco said before walking away towards the dorms.

Hermione was too shocked to argue.

Chapter 2: So you were in Paris

Summary:

Day 2 -Dramione Month 2025

Paris // post war au // reunion // 20-ish years after the battle of Hogwarts // hidden love child

While in search for the horcruxes, Hermione finds out that she is pregnant with Draco’s child. To protect them both, Hermione makes the ultimate sacrifice and begged Narcissa Malfoy, a master in mind magic, to obliviate her and make an Unbreakable Vow to never speak of it to anyone- especially Draco.

Even with the evidence staring right at his face, Draco Malfoy never truly believed that Hermione Granger was truly gone.

Years later, his secret investigations led him to Paris- to a brilliant new professor from Beauxbaton Academy who looked like him... and who also looked like "her".

And to his surprise, it seemed like the young witch knew of him too.

Draco ran like he had never ran before. Chest heaving and heart pounding, he rounded the corner where he saw her turn.

Hermione Granger vanished like thin air after Voldemort had won the battle of Hogwarts.

It was then that Draco Malfoy, the youngest and most ruthless death eater, quickly climb the ranks and secretly teamed up with Harry Potter and The Order in finding and destroying the remaining horcruxes, successfully eliminating the Dark Lord forever.

Lungs burning, Draco didn't stop running until he was ten paces away from her.

Untamed, light blonde hair tied in a loose braid; pale smooth face and tiny freckles adorning her cheeks, the girl- no, young woman- beamed at the store sign before going inside the small bookshop.

A choked laugh escaped from his lips because, of course, their little girl loved books as well.

When Hermione disappeared, Draco looked for her far and wide. He believed his parents had something to do with it - but the remains of a mangled girl wearing her clothes fished from the fiendfyre cast by Dolohov was the last nail on the coffin.

Hermione Granger - war heroine, brightest witch of her age, wizarding world's Golden Girl - was proclaimed dead that very day.

Years and years of agony; of sorrow; of grief flooded him as he stood at the bookshop's doorway.

With trembling hands, Draco turned the knob and followed the young woman inside, the tinkling noise of the chimes filling the bookstore.

A familiar voice spoke softly and it was like a thousand daggers pierced through his heart.

"Lyra, dear, you're here early. How was the term? Did the other professors in Beauxbaton treat you well? ".

Hermione. Draco could never forget her voice; the sweet voice that haunted him every night.

"Qui, Maman. The new students just came in. I am so excited to teach tomorrow.", the young woman replied.

And then Hermione turned, and her eyes met his.

He studied her face, the wrinkles behind her eyes gained through the years only defining her still beautiful features. Draco's vision blurred and he quickly blinked the tears away. He could tell that she, like him, was holding back intense emotions.

Both Draco and Hermione took a hesitant step forward -

The melodic sound of the chimes welcomed another person inside. The boy - no, young man- draped his arms around Draco's shoulders affectionately.

"Dad, there you are! What are you - "

The young man's eyes followed his father's gaze, drifting to the two women in front of them. He took in their new but familiar features and his eyes went wide with recognition.

Tentatively, the younger woman moved to where the two men stood.

"Hello, my name is Lyra Granger and that's my mum, Hermione Granger.", she began.

"Lyra...", Hermione warned. Lyra only smiled brightly.

Scorpius' mouth twinned hers and replied, "Hello, Lyra, I'm Scorpius Malfoy. That's my dad, Draco Malfoy, and he is currently single and had never really moved on from his first and only love."

Draco looked at his son sharply but did not contradict him.

The older adults looked between the two, taking in their similar features despite the difference in age.

Moments of silence passed before Lyra cleared her throat.

"So, Scorpius- like the constellation - would you and your (Lyra choked down a sob) fa-father like to join us for lunch?"

Scorpius' smile softened. "Yes, Lyra - like the constellation - we would be delighted."

 

 

Chapter 3: Tell the truth or else

Summary:

Day 3 - Dramione Month 2025

Malfoy Manor // drinking game // truth or dare // everyone becomes hot and bothered because Theo

"Truth or dare?", Pansy asked her.

Hermione took a huge gulp of firewhisky. 

They were all gathered at a fancy pub (exclusively booked by Draco for the night) in Muggle London to celebrate Neville and Pansy's engagement. And because every single one of them was sloshed, Theo - damn him- thought that it would be a great idea to play truth or dare. Only, knowing Theo, the game had to have an interesting twist. 

Everyone had to write down the most ridiculous dares they could think of, put them in the "Jar of Shame", and to anyone who chose 'dare', they would pick from the jar and act out what was written on it. 

Which was fine at first since Astoria got "kiss Blaise on the cheeks" and Theo got "hug Charlie for 10 seconds".

To which, Theo complained, was boring as fuck, and added, "Did the tonics shrunk everyone's bloody brain cells? Where's your (gestures drunkenly to everyone- to which his hand found it's way to Charlie's bulging part, to which Charlie did not complain, so Theo lightly squeezed, earning him a groan from the red head) creativity?"

Then, suddenly, Ginny - to her delight- got "snog the Golden boy senseless in public" (they were still at it), and Pansy got "sit on Neville's lap and dry hump him in front of everyone (they, also,  were still at it). In their defense, a time limit was not stipulated.

For which Theo whooped, "Now we're talking!" And proceeded to puke on Draco's boots. For which Draco said, "You deserve that, you degenerate. Suffer."

Pansy eyed her. She couldn't say "truth" because Hermione knew Pansy was going to ask about Draco (that was a can of worms she was not ready to open).

So, to the embarrasment of her House, she chose dare and put her hand in the jar.

Before Hermione could open the rolled paper, Pansy snatched it from her hands and read, "desecrate Draco's favorite sofa in Malfoy Manor."

Hermione brows shot up. "What? It does not say that!"

Draco abruptly stood up (as if he was expecting it - which he totally was) and took her hand in his, squeezing gently. "Come, Granger. I'll take you there.", he said eagerly, his eyes darkening.

Hermione felt her cheeks flush. "Malfoy, you can't apparate us there! We could get splinched!"

Draco ruffled through his pockets and procured a galleon (as if he prepared this all along - which he totally did). "I have a portkey."

And before Hermione could argue, they were pulled in.

The next day, Draco and Hermione also announced their engagement.

 

A week later...

A week after the engagement was announced, Narcissa and Lucius heard from Pansy about their little game.

For which they confronted Draco and Hermione about it.

For which the two confessed that it was true.

For which Narcissa asked, "Which sofa?".

For which Draco guiltily answered that, in their defence, 'the rules did not specify which sofa' (which wasn't true but Hermione did not correct him).

For which Lucius put two and two together and asked the house elves to kindly scourgify all the sofa in the manor.

For which Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Oh, please, father. It's not as if we were the first ones who -".

For which before Draco could continue, Hermione punched him in the stomach, apologizing to her future in-laws.

For which Narcissa and Lucius nodded approvingly.

 

A month later...

Pansy and Neville's Reception...

Hermione sat opposite Theo and observed his interaction with her fiancé sitting beside her. Their eyes danced smugly and Draco played with her hair absently, his hold on her possessive.

And then a thought occured to her - the dares written on the folded papers were too couple-specific. Blaise with Astoria, Theo with Charlie, Ginny with Harry and, finally, Pansy with Neville.

It was also a bit odd why Draco was suddenly so prepared after she picked her paper.

Hermione eyed her would-be husband and, Draco, sensing her behavior shift beside him, stiffened. Sweat suddenly beaded on his forehead.

Oh, so the Snakes planned it! 

Hermione was going to make him pay later that tonight. 

 

 

Chapter 4: We're going to Atlantis!

Summary:

Day 4 - Dramione Month 2025

Atlantis // MIA Cursebreaker Draco // BAMF Unspeakable Hermione // treasure hunt

"Where the hell are you, Malfoy?", Hermione mumbled absently as she paced about in her office.

Cursebreaker Draco Malfoy had gone on a mission to obtain an ancient artifact somewhere in the Sahara desserts.

The last person he came in contact with was his best friend, Theodore Nott, for whom he had left a worn journal and tasked him to guard it with his life.

That was six months ago and Theo was already getting worried. So, he turned to the only person he knows is capable of finding his friend.

Hermione Granger turned to study the wall where a well-used map with criss-crossed red and black lines and scattered pictures of various artifacts were pinned.

She held Malfoy's journal closer to her face and studied the runes and symbols; and places he'd been - the Richat structure in Mauritania, the island of Santorini, the Azores Plateu in the Atlantic Ocean.

Theo, who was standing near the door and was sure he had the journal secured deep in his pockets, pointed at her. "Hey! How did you get that?"

Hermione ignored him.

She carefully skimmed the contents page after page. Then her eyes widened when she finally realized what she was reading. "Of course! Malfoy, you brillant bastard!"

Harry, who was standing next to Theo, spoke up. "Oh, I know that look. She's got something."

Snapping the book shut, Hermione took a dart from her table and, without missing an inch, threw it at the center of the Black Sea- where the Bermuda Triangle was rumoured to be located.

"Boys, pack your bags." Turning to face them, Hermione's eyes meet theirs, mouth grinning wickedly. "We're going to Atlantis."

Chapter 5: Don’t look, it’s the snitch!

Summary:

Day 5 - Dramione Month 2025

Quidditch Stadium // game finals // 8th year au // secret relationship hard launch

Harry Potter flew next to Draco Malfoy and grimaced.

"I really am sorry about this, Malfoy. Ginny really wanted to win so badly. It was the only way. Still, you should know I voted no."

“What are you on about, Potter?”, Draco sneered. 

Harry only rolled his eyes and pointed at the Gryffindor stands. Draco’s eyes followed his finger, and he almost fell off his broom. 

Hermione Granger, wearing a green football jersey and waving a pair of  silver and green pompoms enthusiastically, cheered his name - “Go, Draco!” - at the top of her lungs. 

She caught his eye and turned around, the word MALFOY was embroidered at the back in big, bold letters.

Hermione winked at him. 

That cheeky witch.

Everyone in the stadium roared. 

“Potter, you do know that’s cheating. I think Ginevra was sorted in the wrong House.”, Draco called out but Harry was already gone. 

Draco searched the area and found the other seeker hot on the snitch’s heels, arms fully extended.

That night, Headmistress McGonagall announced that Gryffindor won the House Cup.

Chapter 6: new year snog

Summary:

Day 6 - Dramione Month 2025

New York // new year toast

cw: Mature 🚫

“Miss Granger, welcome to MACUSA! We are honored to have you on board. I hope all things are in order?”

Hermione shook the President’s offered hand eagerly. “Oh yes, Sir. New York is exceptional! Best coffee I ever had.”

The President’s laughter boomed throughout the dome, earning a few curious glances. “Glad to hear it. Well, enjoy the party.”

Hermione inhaled deeply. She did it; she’s finally in America. This was what she needed - a fresh start. No more nosy reporters; no more ungrateful bosses; no more running into cheating ex-boyfriends and their ‘she’s-just-a-junior’ girlfriend. 

Hermione heaved a sigh and downed down the rest of her champagne before taking another flute from the passing waiter, waiting to toast the new year. 

The party was held inside a see-through glass dome at the tallest building in Wizarding Time Square. Twinkling faerie lights adorned the magnificent tree at the center of the ballroom and tiny flecks of snow surround the area, reminding her of Christmas at Hogwarts.

The night was perfect. 

The countdown projected above read that it was already a few seconds to midnight. 

The night’s event host made a toast, and everyone raised their glasses.

5…

4…

3…

2…

Hermione’s world suddenly tilted when someone grabbed her waist and soft, warm lips touched hers. 

It felt … surpiringly pleasant. So pleasant that she closed her eyes and opened her mouth for more. And she was not disappointed. 

Hermione angled her head while her hands trailed up the stranger’s broad shoulders, taking note of the hard muscles underneath. She wound her arms around his neck, bringing their bodies closer. A low groan escaped from the stranger’s lips that made Hermione’s inner walls clench. 

The stranger deepened the kiss, tongue darting out to meet hers, and Hermione felt his fingers dance on her jaw, then her throat, before they settled at her nape, curling firmly at her loose hair. 

When the stranger released her, their bodies still loosely locked in an embrace, she slowly opened her eyes.

Her face turned white when she realized who it was. 

The stranger’s shocked face mirrored her own. Recovering, she yanked her body away and glared at him. He glared back. 

“Malfoy?! What the fuck are you doing here?”, she demanded. 

Malfoy scoffed. “Me? I work here! Have been for years.”

It was her fault, really. Hermione did not know he was in America. The last time she saw Draco Malfoy was at his trial at the Ministry six years ago. 

Hermione couldn’t think of a clever reply, so she resolved to pettiness. 

“Well, why did you kiss me?”, she asked, chin raised and cheeks flushing. 

Draco eyed her up and down, taking in her tight, golden champagne silk dress glistening under the lights, and his hungry eyes darkened.

She also took in his improved build. He wore a simple, black modern suit that revealed nothing and everything.

Hermione’s whole body tingled, and she swallowed the saliva building in her mouth. 

Good Godric, she was not drooling over Draco Malfoy!

A heartbeat later, Draco straightened, and his face contorted to that familiar sneer. 

“It’s tradition here.”, he replied. “When the clock strikes twelve at New Year's Eve, you kiss the person nearest you for good luck. Surely you must know that, brightest-witch-of-her-age.”

The audacity. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Good to know you’re still as infuriating as ever, Malfoy.”

Draco - to her surprise- laughed. Hermione was caught off guard. 

“Likewise, Granger.”, he said. Draco raised his glass. "Happy New Year."

The corner of Hermione's mouth twitched upwards. "Happy New Year."

In mutual resignation, they clinked their glasses together and drank their champagne in one go. 

Draco, having drank all that liquid courage, tried his luck and offered his arm to her, to which - to his astonishment - she took.

They drank more, danced together and spent the rest of the party surprisingly enjoying each other’s company. 

The next day the two co-workers were spotted arriving via floo together wearing the same clothes they wore the night prior.

Chapter 7: Nothing will make me forgive- Is that a First Edition?

Summary:

Day 8 - Dramione Month 2025

Kat and Patrick // 10 Things I Hate About You // Hogwarts 8th year

Hermione was fuming.

How dare he?

When Cormac McLaggen all but shouted that she was a death-eater slut for dating Draco Malfoy, she was ready to hex him to oblivion. 

But, of course, Malfoy had to complicate things by appearing out of nowhere and breaking the git's nose with his bare fists as if she coudn't handle Cormac herself.

She didn't want to get involve in their dick-measuring contest, so, she left. 

The next day, her anger didn't dissipate because Draco still hadn't contacted her. She went to the library to clear her mind.

In her usual spot, she found a rectangular parcel wrapped in velvet green paper. When she looked closer, she noticed it had her name on it with the words 'I'm sorry' written beside it. 

Hermione scoffed and rolled her eyes but proceeded to unwrap the gift. She knew what it was but no amount of -

She gasped when she saw the title: Pride and Prejudice, her favorite book! She carefully peeled the cover and almost choked to find that it was a first edition.

Of course it was. Show off.

Draco appeared from behind her, held her waist, and carefully spun her to him. Hermione's scowl returned. Draco smiled sheepishly.

"You can't just buy me a book every time you screw up, you know.", she scolded.

"You're right.," he began. "But then there's always Alcott, Woolf and Bronté."

Hermione pursed her lips, holding back her smile. Draco tucked a strand of loose curl behind her ear and kissed her senseless.

Chapter 8: Too early to tell

Summary:

Day 8- Dramione Month 2025

Kat and Patrick // 10 thing I hate about you // breakfast at the Malfoys

Draco took a long sip from his coffee and opened the Daily Prophet. He took his time reading an article on Minister Hermione Granger- Malfoy making the Chief Warlock of the Wizengamont cry because their plea to build a Carrousel with actual unicorns was denied. 

The crying face of the official was plastered on the front page, where the Minister was impatiently tapping her left boot and actively trying not to roll her eyes.

Their daughter, bless her, seemed to have inherited this trait for every week without fail, Draco would receive three howlers from other parents on how their Prefect daughter should stop bringing their kids to detention.

He ignored them, of course.

Speaking of said daughter, Cassie trotted in the kitchen and sat beside him for breakfast.

"Hello, Cassiopeia. Made anyone cry today?", Draco asked, not leaving his eyes from the newspaper.

"Sadly, no - but it's only 4:30.", was her immediate reply. 

"Pity.", he said, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth.

Like mother, like daughter indeed. Draco could never be prouder.

Chapter 9: me, unhinged? I beg your pardon!

Summary:

Day 9 - Dramione Month 2025

Mr. & Mrs. Smith // unhinged couple edition

DRACO

Draco Malfoy had one of those days that left him sitting alone at a bar, nursing his second glass of firewhiskey.

"Tough day?", a seductive voice whispered near his ear.

Draco turned to the woman sitting next to him. She's blond; stunning, with great legs wrapped around by a tight, little red ensemble.

Unimpressed, he went back to his whiskey.

My wife looks better.

Ugh, his wife. Never get him wrong, he loved his wife dearly. She's beautiful, brilliant and a body made for worship. But sometimes he just wanted to...

(He made a strangling motion with his hands in his head.)

"My name is Stacey. Want to have some fun tonight, lover boy?", the woman persisted, breasts popping out, nearing his elbow.

The fireplace at the bar suddenly burst in angry, green flames and a fuming Hermione stepped through.

"Draco Malfoy, get up here before I drag your sorry ass back home!", she screeched.

Hermione searched the room and met his eyes, then eyed the blonde next to him.

This is not good.

Draco, used to his wife's antics, turned to his struck companion and whispered 'run' before downing his whole drink. Then he got up and embraced his wife firmly before her wand was out.

"What's her name?", she whispered angrily.

"No, love, you're not going to kill her", he admonished. Hermione cast a stinging hex and Draco fell to the floor, wincing.

Well, shit. He sure hoped the girl listened to him.

 

HERMIONE

Hermione Granger- Malfoy sat on one of the sofas in her current suite in New York. She just had a long day negotiating with the head of the Magical Creatures Department in MACUSA and after an extensive and exhausting debate, her legistlation was still under consideration. 

The official (the pig) said he would consider it if she would do him the honor of dining with him that evening.

She poured herself a glass of wine and basked in the warm glow of the fireplace. Then, out of nowhere, the flame burst revealing the face of the official she'd talk to this morning. 

"Ah, Lady Malfoy. So sorry to disturb your evening. I just wanted to let you know that your legislation has been passed, so you can go back to England bearing great tidings to your Ministry.", he said in an uncommonly cheerful voice.

"You can go home first thing tomorrow- tonight!", he suddenly squeaked. "You can go home tonight, if you please.", he added nervously.

Oh, good Godric, not again.

Hermione rubbed her temples and sighed heavily.

"Thank you, Mr. Smith. Also, after you conclude your business, please tell my husband I'll be waiting for him here. I'll leave the network open." 

A few seconds later, Draco Malfoy stepped out of the fireplace.

He walked straight to his wife and kissed her cheek like it was perfectly normal to threaten an official from another country to do his bidding. Just another Tuesday. 

Hermione was too drained to admonish him.

"You look tired, love." He removed his gloves and began unbuttoning his robes. "Let me take care of you."

 

 

Chapter 10: There you are, love

Summary:

Day 10 - Dramione Month 2025

Howl & Sophie // Howl's Moving Castle // dhr horcrux hunt

 

Hermione fucked up.

The war had been going on for years and the plans they had been executing had all been at a stalemate. Until they received an intel that the last horcrux was going to be transported to a new location that night, at Knockturn Alley.

Hermione argued that they had to act immediately but the Order was adamant that it was too risky, since they still hadn't recovered from the last ambush. They needed more time to regroup and reevaluate the next move.

But Hermione didn't agree. Their resources were dwindling along with their numbers and with every second they delay the war, the more at risk he would be.

So it was that way of thinking that got Hermione to where she was now - in the streets of Knockturn swarming with Death Eaters, by herself.

In stolen Death Eater robes, she adjusted her mask and pulled over her hood as she turned to a secluded part of the alley. The bastards were everywhere, but, as she expected, their numbers were also affected from the last encounter.

A few minutes later, she saw it- a wooden box being transported by six people that could only be what she thinks it is.

As she was about to step forward, her path was blocked from view by two familiar faces - Dolohov and Greyback.

Well, shit.

"Who do we have here?", Dolohov asked, eyes roving her body. She knew the robes were too tight for her, damn it.

"I haven't seen you around before, or I would have noticed.", Greyback said, his leering gaze darkening.

Hermione tried, but failed, to pace her running heartbeat because she knew Greyback would notice it.

And from his change in stance, she guessed he did.

She prepared to run when a large hand, warm and familiar, wrapped around her waist and pulled her to him.

Hermione closed her eyes and released a shuddering breathe.

"There you are, love. Sorry, I'm late. I've been looking everywhere for you.", Draco whispered in her ear suggestively, enough for the two other men to hear.

Hermione could feel the tension and anger in his voice, and she knew it was not only directed at them.

The two men tensed and turned to leave.

Draco pulled her angrily to an abandoned shop and pinned her body to his. He whispered a silencing charm before his right hand curled around her throat, gentle but firm; strong yet comforting.

"What the fuck are you doing here alone, Hermione?", Draco hissed, venom leaking from his tone, his face only inches from hers.

"I told the Order this intel so they would send their battalion here in full. Your brain may be worth all of theirs combined but you need the numbers to pull this off.", he continued.

Hermione was breathing hard. It had been years since they had been this close. The last was in an alcove during the battle of Hogwarts. When he decided to join the Dark Lord's ranks to spy for them, and kissed her goodbye.

She missed him. Merlin, she missed him terribly.

Hermione took off her mask and looked at him, really looked at him.

His features had become gaunter. He'd become taller, she'd noticed, and leaner.

Her fingers unconsciously went up to touched his face.

"Draco...", she breathed, choking in a sob.

Draco's features softened and he tugged her body to his, enveloping her with his warmth. Hermione melted into him.

"I tried to convince them, Draco, but they didn't listen.", she said, voice trembling.

Draco kissed her brow reverently, and with a final squeeze, he loosened his grip. "You have to go."

Hermione pulled herself away and searched his face, eyes blazing. "This war needs to end tonight. Every second this war is delayed is a risk to your life; and that's not a risk I am willing to take."

"So, what, you come here all by yourself and risk yours?!", he all but shouted.

Before Hermione could form a reply, a loud bang rattled their surroundings. Shouts and screams were heard from outside.

Draco pulled Hermione behind him protectively. Hermione slapped his arm away and stood beside him, wand out.

Draco scoffed, but a smirk tugged at his lips.

Then, the door to their building burst open and Ron Weasley went flying to their feet.

He stood and dusted his jacket, then lurched forward - when he noticed them. He looked at both of them expectantly, totally not baffled why they were in a secluded place, together.

"Where have you been? Nevermind. C'mon, let's get this show on the road!", he shouted over the commotion.

Hermione stepped closer. "Ron! What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you guys, obviously. Harry didn't agree with the Order as well and knew you'd be coming here by yourself. We had to plan this under their nose and turns out, a number of us agree with you.", Ron explained.

And before Hermione could reply, he'd ran outside in a battle cry.

"Well, isn't this convenient.", was all Draco could say. He turned to Hermione and kissed her fiercely. She returned the kiss fervently.

And with that, they joined the fray.

 

Chapter 11: Let's bet on it

Summary:

Day 11 - Dramione Month 2025

Katara & Zuko // Aang, the Last Airbender au // camp-out with redeemed Draco

"Are they fighting?", Ron asked, leaning against a pole in the tent beside Harry. 

They were looking at Draco sitting miserably outside Hermione's quarters - eyes locked on the closed drapes looking liked a kicked puppy.

"Looks like it. Our meeting this morning almost gave me frostbite."

Harry sat down and stoked the fire. Ron sighed, then the corner of his mouth lifted.

"Two galleons, he stays there until midnight."

Harry stood up and returned the smirk.

"Three, he stays there until dawn."

They shook hands.

"Deal."

The next morning, Ron begrudgingly handed Harry three galleons.

Chapter 12: soul-bound

Summary:

Day 12 - Dramione Month 2025

Orpheus & Eurydice // soul bonding // cw iykyk

It was a small event, with only the priest and his apprentice as witness to the ceremony that will tether their souls forever. 

They wanted to have this for themselves, before all becomes lost; regardless of the consequences.  

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, not for the first time, while the silk cord was being wound around their joined hands.

She nodded determinedly and touched her forehead to his, smiling sweetly. He inhaled the fresh blooming wildflowers of her scent and closed his eyes. 

She said her vows so beautifully, his eyes were sheen with tears when she was done. She was the same, if not more, when he said his. 

And with the final words of the vicar, they were bound.

The crack of apparition flooded outside the chapel and Hermione and Draco ran, and ran, and ran, and ran.

But they were too slow, too inexperienced. Colors of red and green and purple light their path, curses bouncing off their protection spells.

Then he felt her body go limp. And he thought that he was prepared. They knew this would happen eventually, but she wanted this; they both agreed to this. 

He stopped and cradled her body gently.

And wept. For what else could he do?

He felt the firm hold of his father on his shoulder, his signet ring digging in his bones.

"Let's go, Draco. You shall ask for The Dark Lord's forgiveness and all will be well.", his father said coldly.

Draco knew he'd be dead as well when they return, for Voldemort does not forgive a betrayal as profound as this. 

He did not let go at first, but the Unbreakable Vow she made him recite had persisted. He released her, carefully placing her hands together, and straightening the laurel in her hair. 

He then stood, eyes blankly staring at her lifeless body.

She was his Eurydice, but he wasn't Orpheus. He could not travel to the Underworld and ask Hades to bring her back.

He would (Gods, he would) if he could. 

He vowed to find her in the next life, if it's the last thing he'd do.

Chapter 13: father?

Summary:

Day 13 - Dramione Month 2025

Anakin & Padme // Lyra & Scorpius rescue mission

Lyra and Scorpius, arms bound, and heads covered by a ruck sack, walked down what they could only make out was a labyrinthic hall, escorted by what could only be two Death Eater soldiers, based on the number of steps echoing overhead.

"𝐌𝐮𝐦'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤."

"𝐎𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐈 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧?"

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 -"

"𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩."

Mind reading had always been something they were able to do for as long as they could remember. Their mother said it was a rare trait magical twins had in their paternal family line.

Lyra also always had a sixth sense. She could detect an individual's magical energy if she concentrated enough. It was that ability that brought them here, in Death Eater territories, trying to find their uncle, who was captured during an operation three weeks ago. 

"𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐩, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐔𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬."

"𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-"

Their bodies were suddenly dragged to an open room, and they were made to sit down.

A dangerous presence stormed inside and stood in front of them. They both curled their bodies inward, frightened.

They surmised it was the High Reeve.

"What is this?", the High Reeve asked, his tone menacing.

"We found them lurking in the shadows in Annex 3, Sir. We figured they're from the Order.", one masked soldier explained.

The High Reeve's angry voice filled the room. "They look like children."

"Th-they are children, Sir.", the soldier squeaked. 

The High Reeve mumbled a curse, and the twins could hear the soldier screaming and writhing in pain on the floor.

The bags covering their heads were yanked off.

.

Draco took in the faces of the intruders and shock radiated from him as he took in their light blonde hair and blue-grey eyes that were similar to his own. 

And they looked at him like they were seeing a ghost. A look passed between them, eyes communicating, confirming they also had inherited the unique Malfoy gift. 

He let out an incredulous laugh because of course The Order lied to him when they said Hermione and the twins she carried had died. 

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

Draco felt an overwhelming heaviness in his chest overcome him, but he stomped it out immediately.

He needed to get them out.

His dark mark began to burn. Draco needed them out immediately.

Chapter 14: A kiss for a galleon- or ten?

Summary:

Day 14 - Dramione Month 2025

Free Day// Couples// the Kissing Booth // Muggle- related festivities

Hermione ran through the corridors to the open space in front of the castle to take part in the Muggle festivities. 

The Ministry had insisted the school to do a muggle-related activity to promote peace and more understanding on Muggle Culture.

The grounds were buzzing. Hermione stood on her toes to search for the prominent red roof and Hollywood lights. When she spotted it, she squared her shoulders and headed for the booth.

She tapped Padma's shoulder, who was pursing her lips for Dean Thomas' kiss. Looking over, Hermione took stock of the line behind him. Cormac McLaggen looked all smug, and a number of other boys lining up.

Hermione sighed. She was going to hex Lavender for suggesting a Kissing Booth as their class event.

"Hermione, thank Godric! My lips are becoming sore.", Padma said, touching her chapped lips.

"Sorry, got distracted at the library.", Hermione winced apologetically. 

Then she sat on the booth only to be face to face with -

"Malfoy?!", Hermione squeaked.

She was sure it was Cormac. The rest of the line disappeared as well.

"Hello, Granger. I am here for my kiss.", Draco said as he sat on the opposite end.

"B-but- "

"Am I correct to assume that the Kissing booth means I get a kiss for a galleon?", he asked smugly.

"Actually, it's only 20 knuts-"

"Twenty knuts? Are they crazy? Is that how much your kiss is worth these days? Even a galleon isn't enough!"

Draco rifled through his pockets. "Here, take ten.", he said as he handed her the coins. 

Hermione was momentarily shocked, so Padma took them for her.

"Enjoy your snogging. Seems like Malfoy booked you for your entire shift.", Padma said, winking at Malfoy.

Hermione recovered. "Wait, that's not how-"

"C'mon, Granger.", Draco said and grabbed her hand, twined their fingers together, then dragged her out of the booth.

Chapter 15: contraceptive charm, what?

Summary:

Day 15 - Dramione Month 2025

Black Family Tree// introducing Baby Malfoy

cw: Mature 🚫

"They had sex.", Ginny stated while observing Draco and Hermione eye-fucking each other from across the room.

"What? That's ridiculous.", Harry disagreed, loudly chewing what was left of their toddler's dinner.

"Oh, they definitely had sex. Either a lot of times or both of them are just really really fertile - or both." Theo chimed, who suddenly came out of nowhere, startling them both.

"And how would you know that?", Harry asked skeptically.

Theo grinned mischieviously. "Come with me."

They followed Theo to the sitting area where the Black Family Tapestry was plastered on the wall.

He stopped walking at the far end of the woven fabric and pointed to a particular sprouting bud, where a small curly lock of yellow hair was peaking out.

Harry choked on his food and Ginny laughed gleefully and ran around shouting 'Clocked it!'.

Chapter 16: They saw stars

Summary:

Day 16 - Dramione Month 2025

Astronomy Tower // Harry's POV

cw: Mature 🚫

The day started out ordinary for Harry Potter.

He woke up, cleaned his face, ate his breakfast and went to the library to get started on his Astronomy essay. 

It was a normal routine. But today, he had this foreboding feeling that he had forgotten something, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't put his finger on it. 

He sat blankly on an empty chair and started fiddling his wand. 

Ron walked to his table, sat beside him and yawned. Harry mirrored him.

They had Astronomy that midnight, where the stars are at their brightest and had Divination in the morning. But it wasn't the lack of sleep that had him anxious.

Ron rolled his parchment and opened his Astrology book, then started to write something, but came up empty.

"Hey, have you seen Hermione? I'd like her help on the essay.", Ron asked him. 

Harry stood abruptly. "Oh, crap! I left my book on the tower. I'll be right back."

.

Harry hurried up the tower.  When he reached the spiral staircase, he heard ... 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘴.

Moans of pleasure and grunts of appreciation echoed throughout the floor above and Harry felt his cheeks flush.

"𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦."

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘚𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘎𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵."

Harry was not one to eavesdrop but catching Draco Malfoy in a compromising position would certainly earn the git a lot of demerits - maybe even expulsion.

The corner of his lips lifted. Harry slowly started walking up, but stopped short when he noticed a Gryffindor scarf...

then a Gryffindor tie....

then a Gryffindor robe...

This must be a joke.

When his head was able to peek out the tower floor, the sound got louder and dirtier. He could make out the naked back of Draco Malfoy, head bowed to another figure. The Gryffindor girl's back was against the wall, a set of nicely shaped legs wound around his middle. 

And there was no mistaking the mop of brown curls hidden from his view by the blonde git's relentless thrusting. 

Harry's breakfast was in danger of being hurled out.

Is this what it was like to accidentally catch your sister shagging her boyfriend?

He shook his head viciously. The mental image would haunt him forever. 

Draco Malfoy let out a loud grunt and Harry covered his ears to drown out the sound that followed after.

Harry cast a Muffliato on his feet and ran down the tower, seriously considering to obliviate himself for good measure.

But then something flashed in his mind - 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘭.

Harry took note to ask Hermione to obliviate him 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯. Or maybe a potent potion.

The day ended with a traumatized Harry Potter and his forgotten Astrology book.

Chapter 17: don't mess with the classics!

Summary:

Day 17 - Dramione Month 2025

Star-crossed lovers // Romeo & Juliet // 4th year Hogwarts au

From the top of the hand (magic)-crafted tower, Juliet moved to the balcony and recited her lines.

"Oh, Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art though, Romeo? Leave me alone for I am but fourteen and you're just a love-sick moron who shags anyone with a pretty face..."

Quiet chuckles filled the stage.

Backstage, Harry scratched his head. "Uhm, I don't think that's how the line goes, Hermione."

Hermione crossed her arms and huffed. 

"Shut up, Tibetan. Let her say her piece so I can say mine.", Draco announced from under the balcony.

"That's not my name, ferret.", Harry argued through gritted teeth.

Draco waved him off and cleared his throat.

 "Oh, Juliet, Juliet! My lovely Juliet! How could a cold and calculated witch like you ever understand love? Can you not see that love is free and knows no age?"

Hermione cast a stinging hex his way and Draco barely managed to dodge it. 

"Oops.", she said in a sweet voice, a grin playing at the corner of her mouth. Draco stuck a tongue out her way.

From the front benches below the stage, Miss Charity Burbage, the Muggle Studies professor, was at her wits end.

"Stop it! Stop it! You are ruining my play! This is a muggle Classic - one of my favorites! Say your lines properly or all of you will get an F! Don't test me.", she warned.

And with the way the professor's eyes twitched maniacally, they knew she was serious, probably delirious.

The class straightened and pretended to read their scripts. 

"Now, from the top."

𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱. 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘱.

Chapter 18: more important than gold

Summary:

Day 18 - Dramione Month 2025

Alchemy // forbidden magic // academic rivals

Hermione drew the last rune and set to reciting the spell...

But nothing.

She moved to one of the books at the table and flipped through the pages diligently, then stopped short when she found a curious page. 

Hands and knees back on the floor, she erased a few symbols on the transmutation circle and redrew them. 

"What are you doing?" 

Hermione let out a frustrated groan.

𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.

"Just an experiment. Now, leave me alone, Malfoy.", she said without looking at him, trying, but failing, to concentrate on her drawing.

When she was done, Hermione looked back to find Malfoy rifling through her notes, mumbling incoherently.

"What are you-"

Malfoy raised a hand to shush her. Hermione fumed because - the audacity! No one shushes her! 

She stood and walked to the table angrily, but Malfoy took one look at her circle and started to it, re-redrawing some of the runes.

Hermione was about to admonish him when he suddenly chanted a spell, and the piece of lead at the center of the circle turned to gold.

Malfoy turned to look at her, eyes bright.

Hermione went to him, crouched to where he kneeled, held his face firmly, and kissed him smack on the lips.  

"Malfoy, you did it!", she said, gleefully.

Hermione, delirious with joy, did not understand the gravity of what she'd done; how she shook Draco's state of being at that very moment. 

She saw a determined glint in his eyes, making her heart beat wildly.

Before she could release him, Draco snaked his hand around her waist, pulled her to him, pinned her to the floor, then kissed her properly. The gold already forgotten.

Chapter 19: the red string of fate

Summary:

Day 19 - Dramione Month 2025

Fate & Prophecy // the red string of fate // soulmates au

One afternoon, while reading at the library, Hermione suddenly felt something coil around her finger.

She observed it closely. It was a bright red string-  intangible; ghost-like, and it went on and on and on...

Curious, she followed it, wondering if the one who possessed the other end was in the school grounds.

Her wandering led her to the Owlery. There was only one person there.

From the back, she couldn't tell who it was. The black robes bellowed behind him, showing no hint of what House he belonged to. He was also tall, so tall. And his head was covered by a furred winter hat.

Hermione could hear her heart pound in her ears. She'd read about The Red String of Fate and she knew, without a doubt, that she was about to meet her soulmate.

Then he turned. He looked surprised to find her there.

"Granger.", he greeted with a curt nod.

Hermione swallowed the lump in her throat. "M-malfoy."

Fate must be playing tricks on her, for how did it know that she was pining after Draco Malfoy for months?

She'd saw how he had quietly redeemed himself through small but significant things. How he assisted Headmistress McGonagall in organizing the Slytherins; how he helped Neville in reviving the Greenhouse; and most of all, how she witnessed him apologize to Hagrid and everyone else he wronged, including her.

Hermione didn't notice she was staring at her finger, or Malfoy moving closer.

His voice was barely a whisper when he spoke. "Do you finally see it?"

Hermione turned her head abruptly and met his eyes. He was so close that their breaths mingled.

Draco looked down and took her hand in his, and her eyes widened at his ring finger, where the other end of the red string was attached.

Draco lifted her chin and let her meet his eyes again. Searching, pleading.

He moved, and her lips met his halfway.

 

Chapter 20: behind the mask

Summary:

20 - Dramione Month 2025

Mythology // Psyche & Eros

After Voldemort won the war, the Order scattered. Hermione, still hell bent on fighting for her freedom, went on a risky mission that got her captured.

She was then assigned to a Handler - a high-ranked Death Eater who were rewarded with traitors as slaves.

Hermione would fight or die trying.

But then her Handler was not what she'd seem, and, after some time, she wished he was who she wished he'd be.

The female death eater cackled gleefully before shoving Hemione to the floor.

"Your mudblood, Handler.", she told the masked figure in front of them.

Head bowed and hands tied behind her back, Hermione braced for the impact.

Large hands grabbed her middle before she hit the ground, then lowered her to a nearby chair. The death eater clucked her tongue, displeased by being deprived of entertainment, and stormed away.

When she was out of their sight, the masked death eater, the Handler, lowered himself in front of Hermione and gently cleaned her blood-streaked face with a clean handkerchief.

The gentleness caught Hermione off guard, and she slowly tilted her head to meet his eyes. The Handler quickly looked away, but she caught a glimpse of gray that seemed oddly...familiar.

She was escorted by an elf to an empty bedroom. A small feast, she noticed, was sprawled in a small table in front of a warm fireplace. She looked down to where the elf stood but the creature was already gone, and, to her confusion, so were her binds.

Hermione surveyed the room's contents - a large bed, a settee, two doors and a bookshelf. She ran her hands on the spines, finding some of her favorite titles. Her brow crinkled further.

The two other doors lead to a bath and the other a closet full of clean clothes. She ate the food and went to bed, weeks of restlessness finally catching up on her.

It was after she woke up the next day that she realized that, for the first time in months, in the confines of this room, she had never felt more safe.

She got up, took a bath, ate the warm food that always replenished, read the books and went to bed. For days, every morning, the routine continued.

And every night, the Handler would visit her. He would sit opposite her, watching her read her books. He never spoke, despite her goading, and he never leaves even after she went to bed.

There was a time when he sat so near, Hermione unconsciously reached out to touch his mask. He caught her wrist before she could go any further and slowly shook his head.

Then, he suddenly left. Hermione didn't attempt to do it again.

At near dawn, Hermione woke up from a fitful sleep. It was the first time for quite some time that the nightmares haunted her. She was about to get up when she noticed him.

The Handler lay sprawled on the sofa, the mask hanging loosely on his face, revealing a patch of pale skin.

Embolden, Hermione slowly walked to him. She gingerly lowered herself to her knees in front of his sleeping face.

She had a suspicion who it was, but her mind won't rest until she'd confirmed it. No one else possessed the same intense grey eyes. It had to be him.

With some courage, Hermione removed the mask.

She swallowed her gasp and trembled violently. He was alive. Gods, he was alive!

And he was helping her.

Tentatively, Hermione's right hand rose and hovered lightly above his sleeping face - tracing his creased brows, his eyes, his nose, the cupid bow of his lips.

Draco Malfoy stirred and, noticing his mask was off, quickly scrambled to his feet.

He heard her before he saw her.

Hermione looked up at him in wide, tearful eyes.

"Why?" she asked in a small voice.

His jaws clenched and his mouth set on a grim line. Anger and heartbreak... then resignation danced in his features.

His eyes softened and he sighed heavily. Draco took her chin between his fingers and searched her eyes.

"You know why."

Chapter 21: bright as the midday sun

Summary:

Day 20.5 - Dramione Month 2025

Mythology // Icarus & the Sun

She walked down the stairs in a shimmering golden dress, her smile as brilliant as the midday sun.

Theo nudged his elbow. "Stop gawking and just talk to her."

Draco looked at his friend incredulously. "You know I can't."

And, as if to prove his point, camera flashes erupted left and right.

Resigned, Draco retreated to the farthest end of the ballroom. He knew that, like Icarus, if he flew closer to the sun, he would crash and burn.

So, he would stay away. After all, myths and legends exist to teach a lesson.

.

She laughed heartily at something he'd said.

He leaned forward to whisper something in her ear; a pink blush crept up her cheeks, freckles danced on her pretty face like stars as her mouth stretched to a wide smile.

She leaned closer to whisper something back and a smirk tugged at her lips when he laughed out loud. 

He reached out to a stray curl that escaped her loose braid and tucked it behind her ear, and she playfully swatted it away.

Her hair shone with golden streaks reflected from the gentle glaze of the sun. Every eye on the room was on her, including Draco's. 

Then, for a brief moment, she glanced his way and their eyes met from across the room.

Draco choked on his coffee and coughed violently. Splatters of brown liquid stained his white shirt and coated the newspaper he used to cover himself.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her stood, but he quickly stormed out of the café.

"You are Icarus. She is the Sun. Get it through your thick skull.", Draco mumbled to himself.

.

He flipped through the pages and diligently scribbled important notes for the bill he wanted to pass for the Wizengamont. 

It was a public setting, since he'd be damned if he went back to the Manor and ask his father to gain access to the library.

Someone stood in front of him, blocking the light.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Draco's head snapped to the person in front of him and his eyes widened to find the sun standing there.

"Draco?", she asked tentatively.

His name on her lips made his skin tingle pleasantly and his knees went weak.

She started to pick up her books. "I could go if-"

"No, please sit.", he said and stood to drag the chair nearest her, and gestured for her to sit. 

They sat in silence for hours. The gentle sounds of pen on paper the only thing filling the room.

Unable to resist, Draco glanced up, only to find her looking back at him. She quickly looked down.

Draco felt his cheeks heat.

A few taps on the wooden table near the book he was reading made him look up.

"Yes, did you say something?", he asked.

She swallowed hard and her ears stained pink. "I-I said if you would like to grab dinner...w-with me?"

Draco stood abruptly, his head almost colliding with hers. "No. I-"

Her face fell. "No?"

"No, I mean. I should ask you to dinner.", he corrected.

She beamed at him and Draco thought if it was possible to die of happiness on the spot.

Myths and legends exist to teach a lesson.

He may crash and burn, but he was willing to risk it all, for her.

Only for her. 

After all, he was only human. 

 

Chapter 22: Orion, the boy not the constellation

Summary:

Day 21 - Dramione Month 2025

Free Day // Orion (the boy, not the constellation)

Australia, 2006

Draco was quietly reading The Daily Prophet in his new flat's local park when he heard a wailing child.

He tried to ignore the crying, thinking the parents must be nearby. So, he continued to read.

A few seconds had passed when he noticed the crying had ceased.

Finally, some peace and -

"What are you reading?"

Draco shrieked and looked down to find a giggling child in front of him.

"You sound like girl", the boy said.

Draco huffed. "I do not sound like a girl."

The boy laughed out loud.

Draco folded his paper and bent his body to level with the child's eyes.

He was, Draco had to admit, a handsome little brat.

He looked to be about five or six. He had lush wavy brown hair that looked tame and unkempt at the same time, the color reminding him of a certain swot he used to date. Long lashes framed his wide doe eyes and tiny freckles splattered across his chubby cheeks.

Most peculiar was his eye color - it was a darker shade than his own, and the upturn of his tiny nose looked oddly familiar.

Draco squinted his eyes and the cheeky rascal squinted back. 

"Where are your parents?", Draco asked.

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers.", the boy countered.

Draco rolled his eyes and groaned, and, to his amusement, the pesky troublemaker mimicked him. He could not help but laugh.

"Orion, where are you?", a female voice called out.

Orion. That has a nice ring to it. That would be a great name if he had a kid of his own.

Draco took the boy's tiny hand in his and stood from his bench to take him to, whom he assumed, his mother.

He stopped short to find-

"Hermione?"

The witch turned to them and gasped; her fingers covered her mouth in shock. Her eyes drifted from Draco to the child he was holding, who now let go of his hand and ran to his mother.

Hermione scooped Orion in her arms and just stood there, her brows creased with worry.

Orion's dainty hands touched his mother's cheek. Hermione turned to his son. "Mummy, doesn't he look like daddy? In the picture you gave me."

"What?", Draco snapped.

Hermione groaned. "Fuck."

 

Chapter 23: Theo did it (again)

Summary:

Day 22 - Dramione Month 2025

Veritaserum // (another) truth or dare

cw: Mature 🚫

 

"So, Draco, truth or dare?”, Pansy asked him, taking a long sip from her drink.

Draco squared his shoulders. He already prepared for this; he had a speech tucked inside his left pocket, weary with folds and creases from overuse.

"Truth", he declared.

This was it. Pansy was going to ask him if he would consider going out with Granger. He only had to say one word. One word, and then nonchalantly say something unrelated to cover his embarrassment.

But Pansy went for the kill. "Are you in love with Hermione Granger?"

"Yes.", he answered immediately. "Wait, what?"

Harry, who was already a bit tipsy, noticed that Draco did not take his drink yet. He abruptly stood and pointed at the shot glass, making everyone look at him.

"Malfoy, you haven’t drank the verita-" then, after the question had finally sunk in his brain, he quickly sobered.

"WHAT?!"

Hermione stared at Draco, eyes wide and hopeful.

Then, with some conviction Draco repeated, "I am in love with Hermione Granger!"

Hermione suddenly stood and declared, "Me too!".

Then she covered her mouth and turned her attention to Theo, who was looking at his nails like they were the most interesting things in the world.

"Theo, did you put veritaserum in all of our drinks?", she accused.

Before Theo could protest, Pansy suddenly downed her shot and walked in front of Neville. She curled her manicured fingers on his jaw and forced him to meet her eyes. She licked her lips and said, "And I’m in love with Neville Longbottom!"

Neville’s eyes darkened. Pansy straddled his lap and claimed his mouth.

Ginny groaned. "Oh, get a room you two! In fact..." She suddenly grabbed Harry, who was still standing tipsily on his spot, and dragged him out of the room before shouting in a sing-song, "I’m in love with Harry Potter!"

Theo, who had a severe fear of being left out, sloshed his drink and positioned himself for a toast.

"AND I LOVE YOU ALL!"

 

Chapter 24: a painting of pansies

Summary:

Day 23 - Dramione Month 2025

Enchanted Coin // Dhr // Panville

 

"Cold feet?", Draco asked Pansy, who was staring blankly at a painting in a white wedding dress - a picture of a perfect pureblood bride.

Pansy didn't acknowledge him and just continued staring. Draco moved to where she stood and observed the art.

It was a greenhouse full of flowers of different kind. All bloomed in splendor, but the most striking of them all was a garden of pansies. The painter seemed to want to draw attention to it specifically.

"Did he paint that for you?", Draco asked, turning his head to her. "Neville."

At the mention of his name, tears welled her eyes.

"It's not too late, you know.", Draco advised.

Pansy turned to him, eyes pleading. "But the wedding. Everyone is here. The Flints will-"

"We'll take care of everything.", Draco cut her. "So, I'll ask again - are you in love with him?"

"Yes.", Pansy replied softly, her voice hoarse from the unshed tears.

Draco pulled out a small pouch from his pocket and handed it to her.

"What is it?", she asked, eyeing the red velvet as she took it.

"Open it and find out.", he gestured to the pouch.

She pulled open the strings and took out a galleon. And before she could react, the world warped, and the coin sucked her in.

Draco brushed off invisible dust from his coat and went to the gathering. Walking to the front pews, he stood at the empty space beside his wife. Leaning in, he whispered, "Did you make sure Neville is at the chateau?"

Hermione turned to look at him and raised a brow, "Do you think my skills have gotten rusty, Draco Malfoy?"

Draco grinned and kissed her. "Never, my love."

 

Chapter 25: please, don't forget (me)

Summary:

Day 24 - Dramione Month 2025

Pensieve // memory loss

Scanning the spines of the newly-published books in Flourish & Blotts, Hermione's fingers found it's way to a well-worn green journal.

She tsk on the mistake, for the book didn't look like it was published recently. It must have been misplaced.

Walking briskly to the counter, she didn't see the person standing at the aisle when she turned sharply at a corner.

Hermione braced for impact, but strong arms enveloped her, the warmth and familiarity in which the stranger held her made her skin prickle, and a blush crept up her face.

She sharply looked up to find a set of grey eyes looking intensely at her. 

"Hermione, love, what's wrong?", the stranger asked, his brows crinkling with worry.

Startled, Hermione wrenched herself free.

"Do I know you?", she asked indignantly. Hermione had never seen this person before in her life.

Not his pointy chin; not his perfectly styled light blonde hair; not the small dimple on his left cheek; nor the faint tattoo he hides underneath his sleeve...

Wait, how did she know that?

A throbbing ache suddenly bloomed at her temples and the faint scent of sandalwood was the last thing she remembered before the world tilted on it's axis.

...

Hermione woke to a start.

She scanned her sorroundings to find that she was, she recognized, in the emergency wards at St. Mungos.

Her temple throbbed again and she took deep, calming breaths to ease the pain. The curtains were drawn shut and she heard frantic footsteps nearing her bed. There was, she could faintly hear, an argument on the other side.

"Draco, we already explained this to you. A penseive with all your memories together is only a temporary fix. The mental damage from the series of cruciatus she endured was too great for her mind to heal fully. Hermione is not ready to go out yet and you cannot let her no matter how much she begs.", a voice said, whom, she assumed, was the healer.

"Healer Longbottom- Pansy- please. I miss her so much. You know how much she means to me. She is my wife; the love of my life; and she's all I have.", she heared Malfoy- no, Draco-  beg. She could feel the torment in his voice.

Hermione's chest tightened

She heard Pansy sigh wearily. "Hermione should remain in the Janus Thickey for further observation. Don't loose hope, Draco. I have the best team examining her."

There was a brief pause before Hermione heard him softly reply, "Alright."

Her stomach churned and she could taste bile in her mouth. An intense pain shot through her head and the world went dark once more.

Chapter 26: isn't this illegal?

Summary:

Day 25 - Dramione Month 2025

Time Turner// the chaotic duo (trio?)

Senior Auror Draco Malfoy had one job - train and supervise the new Junior Aurors until they get their new badge.

The catch? They were his son, and the daughter of the swottiest swot who ever swotted

"Isn't there supposed to be a protocol against this? Potter, he's my son. It would be unfair to the others if I trained him. They might think he got in through nepotism!" 

Draco removed his hands from Harry's desk and began pacing.

"Stop pacing, Malfoy. You're making me dizzy.", Harry complained, his hand massaging his right temple.

"Good.", Draco said, still pacing to annoy him. 

Harry sighed. "Look, Nymphadora trained you and you turned out fine."

Draco could not think of a clever reply because Potter was right (but Draco will never admit it) so he stopped pacing and relented.

"Fine. Who's his partner?", Draco griped.

Harry's face finally lit up. He took something from his desk drawers and tossed two brown binders in front of him.

Draco opened the binder on top and groaned inwardly. "Her?"

Harry crossed his arms defensively. "What's wrong with Rose? She's top of her class; she's great at practicals; and she's - er - average with a broom."

To say that Rose Weasley was average with a broom was like saying flobberworms were average at swimming (she sucked at it).

Draco put the contents back on the binder and dropped his shoulders, resigning to his fate.

He cleared his throat.

Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask. Don't ask.

"So..." he began. "Is her mother still ah... you know. Is she still dating that muggle bloke?" 

Idiot.

Draco tried to pass the question off casually, he really did.

Harry eyed him suspiciously. Hermione had been divorced for a while now and Ron had already remarried three years ago. He had a suspicion Draco Malfoy had a thing for her, and his instincts, which saved him multiple times in his school years and in his missions, were (almost) always right.

Harry took his time observing Malfoy change his stance from calm and confident to sweaty and fidgetty. He allowed himself a moment to enjoy his discomfort before taking Malfoy out of his misery.

"No. Hermione is very much single these days.", he drawled. But then a thought occured to him.

Harry's mouth stretched to a wide grin and Draco, sensing something sinister, swallowed. He was not going to like this.

"Hermione might be favorable to the one training her lovely daughter. She might even join during the late-night meetings and on-field missions you'll be going with your team (It was illegal, but Harry was making things up as he goes). And who knows, Rose might share her homemade apple pie to her compelling (Harry wanted to gag) Supervisor."

Draco never thought he could sweat like how he was sweating now. He could feel his armpits dampening against his robes.

So Potter knew about his secret pining for the running-Minister. He couldn't deny it now so Draco changed the subject.

Wandlessly doing a cooling charm on his face (and his armpits for good measure), Draco looked Potter straight in the eye.

"So, Head Auror, Sir...", Draco began condescendingly. Harry rolled his eyes. "What's their first mission?"

Harry's demeanor changed from playful to serious. "You're to retrieve Snape's missing time-turner."

Chapter 27: sure, blame the water

Summary:

Day 26 - Dramione Month

The Marauder's Map// 7th year Prefect duties

 CW: Explicit 🔞

Hermione Granger played her favorite love song and soaked in a relaxing, scented bath to escape the stressful day of being Prefect (and to forget the sexual inuendo of a certain sexy blonde git).

She was in the middle of her bath when her makeshift Marauder's map spotted said git lurking in her room.
.
Draco Malfoy, animagi, sneaked into a certain swot's private quarters to look for a way to blackmail her into letting him sniff shrooms as he wants. Only to be met with something more that he could ever bargain for.

Hermione had a long day.

She'd caught three students smoking shrooms near the greenhouse; five who skipped classes; three who smuggled George's new dung bomb invention (she took note to scold him about it later); and she identified many, many hidden alcoves and broom closets that were perfect for horny students who wanted to relieve themselves.

All thanks to her very own map, which she replicated from the Marauder's ingenious spell work.

Hermione thought of all the dried fluids sticking all over the small spaces and a shiver of disgust ran down her spine. 

Of course, she didn't touch these unholy locations and hoped to Morgana they had the decency to scourgify the surfaces after the deed was done.

Hermione contemplated on reporting these love nests to McGonagall, but decided against it for she knew, she'd be branded a 'cock block' on top of her title as 'greatest swot' in the school forever. 

No, thank you. Her future children would never forgive her.

Curious as well, how the ghosts and portraits seemed to not notice anything from these places, or the gossip would have spread like fiendfyre the next day. She surmised that it must be the naughty castle's doing because it would have taken a great amount of magic (equal to the founders) to pull a spell like this off.

Turning on her record player, she skipped song after song until it reached, "La vie en rose", her favorite.  

Stretching her weary body, she took out her wand and transfigured her sofa into a bathtub filled with a floral-scented bath bomb. Being Prefect had their perks after all, and a private room was one of the best ones.

Hermione removed her robes and sunk into a blissful bath, the map hovering above her so she could still monitor the student's movements, as she'd done so every night before bed. 

What would it be like to deliberately break the rules for once, and not because their lives depended on it?

Shaking her head, she wanted to forget everything that had happened that day. Especially the encounter with a certain blonde git who tried to slip a shroom in her beaded bag saying, "You should try it some time, Granger. Maybe it'll remove that stick up your ass. Or maybe you'd like to replace that stick with mine instead?". He then laughed at her, his gang of followers following suite. 

Hermione fumed at the memory. But not because of him insulting her strictness. She was used to that. But because, as he mentioned it, Hermione imagined Draco Malfoy's thick, throbbing - 

NOPE. 

Hermione fanned herself. Was the water too hot? It must be the water. But as she was blaming said water, her fingers trailed to the sensitive part of her neck; to the curve of her breasts, grazing her nipples; and down to the aching bud between her thighs.

His long fingers replaced her own, doing small, delicious, circular strokes. Hermione released quiet, breathy moans, while his other hand went up to play with her sensitive peaks, the rippling water creating glorious friction. 

She gasped as she reached her orgasm, and swallowed many, many times to simmer her mortification.

Great Circe, she just got off imagining Draco Malfoy finger-fucking her!

Ugh, who was she kidding? She wanted him. If he were here right now, she would -

She heard a crash near her bookshelf and Hermione glimpsed a small, white tail peaking out from under her coffee table.

She reached for her wand, but stopped short when she noticed that the map revealed that he was here, in her room.

Reaching a decision, Hermione grabbed her wand and recited the incantation.

A heartbeat later, the white tail of a ferret was replaced by the left foot of Draco Malfoy, in nothing but black sleep shorts.

He hunched under the table, looking very, very flushed; his wide eyes fixed on Hermione's breasts that were above water level.

He waited, and waited, and waited.

.

He really fucked up this time.

In his defense, Draco was looking for something to blackmail the swot so he could use more shrooms without getting in trouble.  To his delight, he got a treat instead.

It would be a lie to say that he did not notice Hermione Granger. Her giving strict lectures to troublesome students and her strutting about the great halls with those bouncing girls made Oskar (yes, he named him) want to come out of his trousers and drawl, "Hello, darling, fancy a shag?".

Draco was so enamored watching her that he didn't even notice one of the books he was standing on, slipping.

Draco stood tentatively and was about to make up an excuse, when Granger raised a hand to stop him. She took her time getting up from the tub and cast a drying charm on herself. Draco gulped nervously.

She put on a robe and undid the clasp binding her hair. Draco didn't fail to notice that she wore nothing underneath, her newly-washed skin looking so soft and radiant. He wanted to lick it.

Prawling like a tiger about to devour her prey, she stalked in front of him and pushed his shoulders. Draco's ass landed on something soft.

Circe's fucking tits, he was sitting on Hermione Granger's bed!

Hermione grabbed Draco's jaw and forced him to look up. Her eyes were hooded with want and she licked her lips. Draco had the sudden urge to bite them.

She slid her very naked leg between his knees and grazed the growing bulge of his throbbing cock (Oskar twitched excitedly).

Oh, Oskar is very, very pleased.

Draco closed his eyes and groaned, thanking the gods she hasn't hexed him to oblivion yet. 

He sensed her leaning in, her lips a breath from his ear. Her sultry voice was like silk, sending goosebumps on his neck.

"Look who we have here; a ferret lurking in the shadows like the perverted, little pest he is. Enjoyed the show, Malfoy?"

Draco opened his eyes, only to be blessed with the image of Granger's delectable tits, visible under the loose knot of her robes. Her scent was so intoxicating, he could only nod jerkily. 

What was wrong with him? Must be something in that water.

She ran her fingers along his chest, and something in Draco snapped. He took her waist and rolled her under him, pinning her to the bed. 

Chest to delicious chest, he searched her eyes, who were filled with want as his.

"Is this alright?", he asked.

"Draco Malfoy, if you don't fuck me right now, I swear to Merlin I'm going to scream.", she bit out.

Draco laughed and claimed her mouth, his searching tongue clashed with her eager one. His fingers opened her robes and found their way to her soaked pussy.

Hermione moaned loudly and ground her hips. With a grunt, Draco broke the kiss. "Gods, Granger, if you don't stop doing that, I'm going to come on my shorts."

Hermione smirked and her hand reached down to circle his hardened cock, moving in slow, languid strokes from the base to the head and back again, making Draco's knees buckle.

He banished his boxers and swatted her hand away, positioning himself on her slick entrance. They both gasped as their bodies joined.

Draco started slow, but Hermione urged him to go faster.

"Malfoy, if you don't stop edging me, I am going to hex your balls blue for the rest of the school year.", she snapped. 

"Gods, Granger. You look more beautiful when you're all worked up like that.", Draco replied breathily, barely holding it together.

Oskar, don't embarass us.

Hermione circled her legs around his waist and rolled him under her, straddling his center. Draco ran his hands upwards, tracing the smooth skin of her thighs until they settled on her waist.

Then, she began to move; grinding her hips in a slow, deliberate rhythm, making Draco roll his eyes in heavenly bliss.

"You selfish, little minx.", Draco groaned and dropped his head to the soft bed, resigning to his fate. 

Draco found his climax first and reached out to stroke her clit. He eased up to claim her nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking. Hermione saw stars short after.

After the high had subsided, Draco grabbed her middle and tucked her under his arms. 

"That was...", he began. Mind blowing.

"Yeah, it was.", she finished, giggling.

Draco pulled her closer and kissed her hair. "I don't know about you, Granger, but I'd like to do that again."

Hermione rested her cheek on his chest and looked at him, eyes glinting mischieviously. "I may know some places..."

 

Chapter 28: the smell of sea breeze

Summary:

Day 26 - Dramione Month 2025

Amortentia // Hastoria // DHr eventually

Astoria was the picture of a perfect pureblood bride.

She wore the right clothes; said the right words; did the right things.

She could lie through her teeth if it meant the happiness of her loved ones; she could slip a word or two to the right people to advance a friend's political career.

She could casually slip venom in a conversation whilst maintaining the image of an innocent flower.

But the one person Astoria could never lie to, was herself.

And when it comes to her own happiness, and hopefully his, she would do whatever it takes to have it. 

So, it was with that conviction that lead Astoria to buy a bottle of Amortentia, disguised as the latest fragnance from France, and spray it in front of her bethrothed.

Draco Malfoy inhaled the scent and his face lit up in joyous bliss.

"Darling, that smells marvelous. You should buy more of that.", Draco drawled.

Astoria hid her sadness under a bright smile. That was one thing as well - he never did know how to distinguish her real smile from the fake.

"Really? It does smell wonderful, doesn't it? Tell me, what do you smell, Draco?", she asked sweetly.

He raised his finger on his chin, tapping gently. "Hyacinths, oranges, and a hint of sea breeze..."

Hermione Granger lived in a chateu in Greece near the sea.

Astoria's smile faltered. She'd expected it; it was the reaction she'd hoped, but it still hurt.

Draco realized his mistake too late.

"Astoria, I-"

Astoria held up her hand. She removed her engagement ring and inserted it in Draco's front pocket.

"I wish you all the happiness, Draco."

She tiptoed to kiss his cheek and turned to walked away.

She didn't look back. And when Astoria was finally out of the shop's door and Draco didn't chase after her, she let the tears finally fall.

.

Astoria ran blindly ahead. When she turned to a sharp corner, she ran into a solid wall.

Strong hands caught her arms and steadied her feet.

"Greengrass. Are you alright?", a deep masculine voice asked. 

Astoria looked up. Her breathe caught at the most beautiful green eyes she had ever seen.

Realozing she was staring, she quickly looked away, embarrased. "Um...Hello, Mr. Potter. I'm fine, thank you."

Harry released her but didn't move away. She looked up to meet his eyes again.

A boyish grin spread across his face and he rubbed his neck awkwardly. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and gave it to her.

Mortified, Astoria took it and gently dabbed at her eyes. 

"Miss Greengrass-"

"Astoria, please."

Harry smiled sheepishly. "Astoria. Have you had lunch?"

Astoria, to her horror, let out a loud, genuine laugh. Merlin, this is not how purebloods laugh, she scolded herself. But she could not stop.

She cleared her throat. "Are you asking me out on a date, Harry Potter?"

Harry beamed. "Yes. Yes, I am."

Harry offered his arm and Astoria did not hesitate to take it.

Chapter 29: i can show you the world

Summary:

Day 28 - Dramione Month 2025

Free Day // magical objects// magic carpet

Draco was running out of ideas.

Their 10th wedding anniversary was already one week away and he could not, for the life of him, think of anything that will top off his wife's surprise the year prior. Surely he could think of something better than an exclusive one week vacation in Atlantis.

Draco felt a soft tug at his pants and he looked down to find Leo, their one-year-old son, holding out a book to him.

"Dada. Read.", he says in that endearing voice that babies possess.

Draco scooped him in his arms and walked to the nearby settee, gathering Leo comfortably on his lap. Opening the book, Aladdin, he began to read until he felt the baby sag in his arms. 

"Thank you, Leo, you just gave daddy an idea.", he said softly, kissing the boy's soft, blonde curls. 

 

Saudi Arabia. One week later...

"Are you ready for your surprise, love?"

"Let's see what you've got, Draco. You can't possibly compete with -"

Draco removed the blindfold and Hermione gasped. In front of them was a beautiful magic carpet, hovering above their balcony railing, awaiting to be ridden. The setting sun shone bright orange, giving the whole scene a dramatic flourish.

"Is that a -but, how? These are very hard to find." She spun to face him, eyes alight with excitement.

"Called a few acquaintances. Do you like it?"

"Oh, Draco, I love it!"

"Good. Leo had a hand to it. Now, my Queen, let me show you the world."

"Did you just quote Aladdin?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco kissed her fiercely and Hermione kissed him back in equal fervor.

"Happy Anniversary, Hermione."

"Happy Anniversary, my love."

Then they rode off into the sunset.

Chapter 30: Tuesday

Summary:

Day 29 - Dramione Month 2025

Free Day // Tuesday

Tw: heartbreak 🚫

Tuesday

From across the coffee shop, he catches her eye. Folding the newspaper he was reading, he stood, squared his shoulders and marched towards her with a determined glint in his eyes. 

Hermione looked up to watch him. A small smile tugged at her lips at the blush he was wearing. 

"Hello, I'm Draco. I noticed you since you walked in and thought that you're the most enchanting woman I've ever seen.", he said, fiddling with his gloves nervously.

"Hello, Draco, I'm Hermione. Pleased to meet you. Would you like to sit?"

"Very much so, thank you.", he replied cheerily and sat down in front of her.

They spent the whole afternoon getting to know each other. The conversations flowed so easily; not a single awkward moment passed. And when the night came, he asked her to dinner.

"This place serves the best steak in town.", he supplied when they settled on their table.

Hermione responds that she knows; she'd been there before, with family. He brightens at having picked the right choice. They ate their dinner talking about their work and got into heated debates on reforms and legislations Hermione was working on, and when the violin changed tunes to his favorite piece, he took her hand from across the table and asked her to dance. 

They watched a movie after; strolled around the park; then he took her by the lake. He confessed that she feels warm and familiar; like he'd known him all his life- even confessed that he may be already in love.

Hermione hugged him tight, her face buried in his chest. He did not hesitate to curl his arms around her. Minutes passed and he began to worry when her shoulders started to shake, but then she looked up and gave him the brightest of smiles. He failed to notice the sheen in her eyes, or the redness beneath them.

When the hint of dawn finally came, he escorted her home. They stood at her porch facing each other, the other not wanting to let the other go yet. He tucked strands of loose hair behind her ears when a gust of wind blew some away.

When she started to turn, he took her hands in his and brought them to his lips, kissing her cold fingers one by one. When he asked if he could see her again, Hermione clutched at his coat and raised her toes to peck his cheeks in response, her warm lips lingering just a little. He stayed at her steps until she was truly inside.

Hermione closed the door and found Ginny waiting in open arms. She ran into her and broke down. And when her knees gave out, Ginny slumped on the floor with her. 

"Why do you do this to yourself, Hermione? You know he still won't remember you after tonight.", her friend admonished, running soothing circles on her back.

Hermione doesn't answer. She only cries and cries until she could cry no more.

Then the cycle repeats every Tuesday after.