dramione, a lil tiny implied nsfw kind of // { 3 panels }

“Please Hermione! I won’t bother you for the rest of the year but /please!/ Say yes this time and, if you don’t like it, I won’t ask you ever again!” How does the saying go? Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Not that Lavender was her enemy, but still.

[dramione, 3 panels]

// Dramione // // Flashback to just before they got married. // While out and about with Luna and Daphne, Hermione received a text message from Draco and well wedding bells ring a little early…🤭💍

Hermione watched herself in the three-panel mirror before her, her hands relishing on the gauze of her skirt. She tried to swallow the lump that formed in her throat feeling silly and a little vain at the surge of emotions awakened by a simple dress.

Day 14 💘

Happy Valentine's Day! 💌 This is the last prompt for #hplvrts, thank you to everyone who participated and remember to love yourself every day, but especially today 💗

// Dramione & HarryxLuna // // Small epilogue // Two years later, and now everyone was at Draco and Hermione’s place celebrating Carina’s birthday {1/2}

✦ Secret Dramione ✦ This is not how she wanted to hear it. Hermione stared at Ron, his hand gripping onto the flowers that Neville probably gifted him, by the time he reached her, the flowers were somewhat dead. No colour, barely any petals left clinging onto dear life.

Having lived between safehouses for the last 2 years following the Battle of Hogwarts, Hermione had become accustomed to having no comforts. A fresh meal or a hot shower were luxuries that the war did not allow. God, breathing was the greatest luxury to aspire to in those days.

[dramione, second chance] It came out of his mouth before he even realized the sounds coming from him weren’t post-coital pants, but instead a declaration. The only comfort, if there was any to be had, was the fact that Granger was also frozen in shock just as he was.

Dramione / / a little angst / / a little fluffy The full moon shines outside the window as Hermione flutters her eyes open. Instinctively, she reaches out a hand to find the space usually consumed by her husband, empty and cold. She shifts her head to check the bassinet next to

“Yours,” she mumbles are she finally allows herself to raise on her toes, her lips brushing against his delicately, and her hands move into his blonde hair softly. She can hear his heart pounding. Eyes wide. He doesn’t believe her. He doesn’t move even when she kisses him.

“Come here,” a dark hand stretches for her, in silence. A secret for only them. She frowns, her milky colored hand intertwines with his, ginger hair falling. She can hear the music from the reception in the background. She grabs her white dress in her hands. “Let’s dance.”

dramione // { 4 panels }

dramione // { 3 panels }

“It’s true! Why don’t you believe me?” He cries out, tugging at his messy black hair. Her eyes narrow. Curls sparkling with magic. “Why don’t I believe you? Merlin, I don’t know! Maybe because for the past 13 years it’s been /her/! Not me! Never me,” Her voice breaks, “Never.”

“You spoil me,” she purrs, long black nails running down her lingerie covered curves. His green eyes taking her in with a hunger she’s never seen before. “You deserve the world,” he drawls out, licking his lips. “Do I?” Her bob swaying as she tilts her head. Smiling wickedly.

“Why didn’t you say yes?” Her best friend whispers at her, brown eyes filled with pity. Her ginger hair falling down on the table. She gulps down the rest of her drink, her eyes hazy. She shakes her head. Brown curls shaking with her. “I’m a m-mess. He deserves b-better.”

NSFW // DHR + … Hermione gasps, her back arching upwards into the air, and she feels strong hands push her down by her hips. “Behave,” her husband growls at her. His silver hair glittering underneath the moonlight. He nicks her thigh with his teeth as he continues to lick