// dhr, Angst // “Draco..please. You promised me.” Hermione cried and a few tears ran down her face. “I know. Which is why this kills me to leave you pretty girl. But I need to do this.” “No, no you don’t! You could stay here with me.” “Hey, I’ll be back soon, alright?”

Entirely too beautiful♥️ Love their energy!

Draco and crooks snuggling bc they miss their girl so much, so heartwarming🥺

I love this soo much lol how brilliant!

nsfw, angst, wartime dramione ! “if you have banished me, how will i ever survive in your absence?” — #dramione #dhr (1/4)

Dhr // NSFW She thought she was alone. No one was allowed in this safe house until tomorrow morning. That's why when she arrived, body burning with desire, she didn't mind stripping off her trousers and starting to touch herself right there in the living room. 1/7

Dramione // There is exactly one reason why Draco finds himself at the bar of yet another ministry gala— because his Mother worked tirelessly for months planning the perfect winter wonderland-themed gala.  It has absolutely no reason to do with the fact that he can spend his

Dhr // Drabble // implied smut / fluff “Absolutely not.” “Come on, it’s just for the day. We’ll all be wearing one,” Hermione all but pleaded as she shimmed on a cozy knitted red sweater with a large yellow /H/ on the front.

Panville//nsfw//(kinda non con but he hangs up eventually?) He ran his hand down her thigh then back up to delicate ankles, circling one with a broad hand. He smiled down at her as he pressed into an arched foot tipped with red toenails. He marveled at how soft she was in his

It started with a cup of a tea. Every afternoon after the daily meeting with the other department heads, Hermione would arrive back to her office to a steaming cup of chamomile tea with a dash of honey sitting on her desk.

He lifted his head and found she too had stopped to look over at him with a sweet smile. “Merry Christmas love.” Fin.

a dramione fic inspired by Hozier’s too sweet tho 🤤🤤

dhr // wartime , death Hermione sprinted through the trees as a deluge of panic and purpose flooded her instincts. 'No, no, no, no', was the only stream of conscious thought racing through her mind. The sickening scent of vetiver and blood permeated the air making it harder +