Dhr// Marriage law// Mention of blood//
The ceremony felt wrong from the very beginning.
Not because it was too small or too quiet, but because neither of them wanted to be there.
Hermione stood at the end of the aisle, her hands clasped in front of her, her fingers pressing-
can’t even watch my silly dancing show in peace. they’ve just rubbed even more salt in the very fresh wound. IT SHOULDVE BEEN THE BLUE JAYS IN THAT BALLROOM #DWTS
“You know, you were absolutely unbearable at school,” Draco muttered, lifting her blouse to kiss down her collarbone.
“You weren’t exactly a delight either,” Hermione shot back, breath already catching. “Just shut up.”
Hermione Weasley.
Draco cringed the first time he heard it.
And he hadn't been able to stop.
It just sounded... Wrong. He didn't like it.
So when he started working with her at the ministry, he made a choice.
"Hey, Granger," he said, poking his head into her office.
Hermione, stunning the world after her sudden departure from Wizarding Britain, hard launches her relationship with the also newly returned to the public eye Draco
Having a child had never really been a dream.
But somewhere along the way, sometime during the pregnancy, it had quietly become one.
The dream of feeling tiny fingers wrap around your thumb.
Of that delicate newborn scent.
|| Dhr ||
|| Marriage Law || Ministry Gala ||
|| Possessiveness ||
Their marriage was mere bureaucracy.
Just another fail attempt at unity and 'a new step in the right direction for the Magic World', or whatever they were saying these days.
He knew it.
She knew it as well.
Hermione notices it a few months after the war ends; how Draco wears long sleeves even on hot days.
She finally asks about it one night after dinner.
"Well..." He says, rolling the sleeve of his left arm up and revealing the Dark Mark. "This isn't exactly nice to look at."
[ drabble • dramione • infidelity ]
“Ron wants to start trying next month.”
Hermione couldn’t bring herself to look at him as she shared this news, so she busied herself with pulling her dress back on.
Still naked on the bed, Draco scoffed, “It’s about time he started trying
[ drabble • dramione • unplanned pregnancy ]
“Ginevra said I should stop by your office,” Draco looked down at his wrist watch. “I only have half an hour, but-“
Hermione stopped in her tracks, her arms full of books she was putting back on the shelves in her office.
NSFW // Cockwarming, 8th year
She’s squirming. Eyes are upon her. Draco’s deep voice only works her up further.
“Shhh. Do you want everybody to know what a dirty little slut you are?”
Hermione makes no move but it’s becoming increasing difficult not to.