Cause you’re a hard soul to save,




: Melina : 25 : California : Dramione Shipper of 13 years : Soft spot for Drarry : Writer of Drabbles : Attempted Graphic Artist : Music Nerd : Loves All things Harry Potter : Also Known as The Bitchy one : Channels Bellatrix from time to time :


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She didn’t think she’d ever have a chance to have such moments like this in her life. The Healers discovery had been devastating to the couple, after nearly six years of marriage they’d yet to have a child. 

They’d endured multiple miscarriages, and constant disappointments, but they’d made each other a promise they would try until Hermione told them they had to stop. That time came quicker than either of them anticipated. 

She didn’t know at first, they’d been researching other options, not paying much mind to their actions, because they didn’t have a reason to . That was until Hermione discovered she was pregnant. 

Aubrey was born Christmas day, absolutely perfect, and her father was smitten. There was no denying she was a Malfoy her lips pulled into the perfect pout as she wailed her little lungs out as the healers placed the toe-headed baby in her Mothers arms. The only distinct feature reflective of Hermione was her curls and the upturn in her nose, other wise she was all Malfoy. 
 
Life was good, great even, Hermione couldn’t have asked for more that was until three months after the birth of her daughter, Hermione discovered she was pregnant, yet again. Terrified and fearful of the worst, Hermione didn’t rest properly until on Halloween, Scorpius came into the world, a near close to his sister, the only distinct difference to him being his hazle gray colored eyes. 
 
She knew they were spoiled, everyone told her so, but after all they’d gone through, Hermione didn’t really care. So when her children asked to play in the water one hot summer day, Hermione dressed in a skirt that was her daughters, that she’d magically fixed to fit herself the obvious answer was of course yes, and that was how her husband found her. 
 
Their son on her shoulders, their daughter squealing with excitement as her father chased her around the Manor grounds, soaked from head to toe, it was utter chaos, but none of that matter, because Hermione was truly happy, and wouldn’t have had it any other way. 

She didn’t think she’d ever have a chance to have such moments like this in her life. The Healers discovery had been devastating to the couple, after nearly six years of marriage they’d yet to have a child. 

They’d endured multiple miscarriages, and constant disappointments, but they’d made each other a promise they would try until Hermione told them they had to stop. That time came quicker than either of them anticipated. 

She didn’t know at first, they’d been researching other options, not paying much mind to their actions, because they didn’t have a reason to . That was until Hermione discovered she was pregnant. 

Aubrey was born Christmas day, absolutely perfect, and her father was smitten. There was no denying she was a Malfoy her lips pulled into the perfect pout as she wailed her little lungs out as the healers placed the toe-headed baby in her Mothers arms. The only distinct feature reflective of Hermione was her curls and the upturn in her nose, other wise she was all Malfoy. 

 

Life was good, great even, Hermione couldn’t have asked for more that was until three months after the birth of her daughter, Hermione discovered she was pregnant, yet again. Terrified and fearful of the worst, Hermione didn’t rest properly until on Halloween, Scorpius came into the world, a near close to his sister, the only distinct difference to him being his hazle gray colored eyes. 

 

She knew they were spoiled, everyone told her so, but after all they’d gone through, Hermione didn’t really care. So when her children asked to play in the water one hot summer day, Hermione dressed in a skirt that was her daughters, that she’d magically fixed to fit herself the obvious answer was of course yes, and that was how her husband found her. 

 

Their son on her shoulders, their daughter squealing with excitement as her father chased her around the Manor grounds, soaked from head to toe, it was utter chaos, but none of that matter, because Hermione was truly happy, and wouldn’t have had it any other way. 




Hermione didn’t know at what point she had started substituting names. Or when she had inserted magic into the story line. All she did know was that the plot was twice as heart breaking and twice as difficult to put down. She had curled herself up on the couch, her tea cup long empty. Dried tear marks stained her cheeks as she turned the page and sighed heavily at the scene unfolding page by page.
It was when the early morning light of dawn seeped through the curtains did she turn to the last page, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks in silence.
A glooming peace this morning with it brings; The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head: Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things; Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished: For never was a story of more woe Than this of Granger and her Malfoy.

Hermione didn’t know at what point she had started substituting names. Or when she had inserted magic into the story line. All she did know was that the plot was twice as heart breaking and twice as difficult to put down. She had curled herself up on the couch, her tea cup long empty. Dried tear marks stained her cheeks as she turned the page and sighed heavily at the scene unfolding page by page.

It was when the early morning light of dawn seeped through the curtains did she turn to the last page, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks in silence.

A glooming peace this morning with it brings;
The sun, for sorrow, will not show his head:
Go hence, to have more talk of these sad things;
Some shall be pardon’d, and some punished:
For never was a story of more woe
Than this of Granger and her Malfoy.


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A Boy And A Girl - AU Dramione Song Drabble

Stretched out on the grass,
A boy and a girl,
savoring their oranges,
giving their kisses like waves exchanging foam

The breeze blew over them, the soft melody of the tall grass around them like a lullaby. He was twirling her soft curls around his finger when she plucked a flower beside her and held it against the sky.
They had been laying together for over two hours now. Their respective parties would be wondering where they were by now.
“Hermione” Draco watched as she twirled the small wild flower between her fingertips.
“Hermione” he said again.
“Hmmm” she replied contently
“Will you marry me?” his voice calm and warm like the breeze running over their bodies.
She stopped twirling the flower and slowly looked up at Draco.
“….yes….” she breathed.

Stretched out on the beach,
a boy and a girl,
savoring their limes,
giving their kisses like clouds exchanging foam

The roar of the waves was quieter with their backs to the dunes. Draco felt her hand run through his glamoured hair and he grunted in disapproval.
“First you force me to lay in the sand and then you insist on this bloody glamour charm. Sometimes, Granger, I think you hate me. I look like that bloody scarhead Potter.”
“Oh hush, I think you look very suave with dark hair.” she teased as she tugged on this faux dark locks. He swatted her hand away and yelped when she pinched his bum in return.
“Minx!”
“Twat”
They lay there in silence as the waves crashed behind them.
“I’m pregnant” Hermione’s voice was shaking as she whispered into the salty air.
Draco sat up and looked down at her, his still-stormy-gray-eyes locked with her golden ones.
“Like…pregnant as in…”
“As in we made a baby and I’m 2 months along”
His eyes were wide and she looked down at their hands worriedly
“I’m sorry Draco, I know we’re already hiding so much and this is just going to make things more difficult, and I know that with the war right now and your mission coming up and I’ve been so worried-“
She was interrupted by his lips passionately locking with hers.
“I’ve never been more in love with you than right now. And nothing, not even a war can make me upset that we are going to be parents.” he breathed against her lips and kissed her lips as they pulled into a smile.

Stretched out underground,
a boy and a girl,
saying nothing, never kissing,
giving silence for silence

The icy wind whipped around them as they entwined their fingers.
“Hermione…” he whispered
“Draco…” her voice trembled
They watched as the fresh flowers began to wilt in the frigid November air.
He turned her into him and began to lead them down the path back towards the apparition point.
“This is so un-f-fair” she sniffled into his shoulder
“I know” he whispered into her hair.
Harry and Ginny turned to look back up at the hill where the two lovers were now buried. With another quiet sob from his wife, Harry Potter disapparated from hill overlooking the sea.


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{Love in War}
~When both of Hermione’s lovers catch each other in the act~
-A representation of the Romione Fandom vs The Dramione Fandom-

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“She’s my girlfriend!” Ron shouted with his wand now pointed at the snakes neck.

“Well she’s been fucking me!” Draco sneered, the vein in his temple throbbing.

They both looked up to see Hermione standing at the top of the stairs with tears in her eyes.

What had she done?


mrsronaldbiliusweasley:


“Oh I like this, Granger,” he smirked and sank smugly into the armchair. “Shut up,” she cut him off, putting her hands on her hips and taking a stand in front of him. “You better behave, Malfoy, or you’re going to get punished,” she responded with a smirk worthy of making his one vanish, “And I won’t be gentle.”

Happy birthday, Ashley! Hope you had a great one, betch. Celebrate it in granny style! HAAA! No worries, I’ll still love you bby.

mrsronaldbiliusweasley:

“Oh I like this, Granger,” he smirked and sank smugly into the armchair. “Shut up,” she cut him off, putting her hands on her hips and taking a stand in front of him. “You better behave, Malfoy, or you’re going to get punished,” she responded with a smirk worthy of making his one vanish, “And I won’t be gentle.”

Happy birthday, Ashley! Hope you had a great one, betch. Celebrate it in granny style! HAAA! No worries, I’ll still love you bby.


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teaser of the manip artwork for my upcoming fanfic

title pending

woooooooooooooooooooooooo


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{AU~The Littlest}

Draco took the letter opener from his desk and slid it through the crease of the parchment envelope. He had been waiting over a week now. His hands trying not to wrinkle the parchment, because he knew she would never forgive him for such a thing. Sliding the thin parchment document from within out onto his desk, he couldn’t deny his heart was swelling with pride and joy. He stared down at his beautiful wife and the gorgeous baby girl she held in her arms. His new daughter.

Since the end of the war, efforts among the wizarding community to heal and rebuild together had created many new opportunities for a better future. The Shelter Program for those whose homes were destroyed. The much needed Here For You program which provided witches, wizards, and all kinds of magical folk support and therapy to handle the mourning in the aftermath. And probably most important… The Adoption Program. For wizarding children without a home or family to call their own after the thousands of deaths.

Their application process had been long, painful, and absolutely emotionally destructive, but with both their determination and love for each other, it had been worth it.

With his house arrest sentence to finish within the year, Hermione had made the trip to Italy to pick up their daughter and sign the last document. And now, in his hands he held her birth certificate. The small moving picture of Hermione playing with Naomi and mouthing the words “Hi Daddy!”

It was all Draco could do to keep from jumping up and running around their flat, shouting in joy and excitement. Finally, he was a daddy.


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{It’s like trying to catch smoke. Trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.}

She remembered the headline in her head vividly as she gently shut the bathroom door behind her. Numbly walking down the hall to her closet to find extra blankets and socks. Who would have thought….the worlds most elusive fugitive would end up on her stoop, practically begging for help. She returned to the bathroom to find him wiping his eyes and his leg still bleeding heavily.
She knelt down, slowly drawing her wand, he glared at it nervously.

“Don’t worry…I’ll take care of you Draco.”

What had she gotten herself into?


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{into the night, desperate and broken}



Sometimes

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i wish Dramione shippers had like…a symbol we could throw up in the sky like the bat symbol… and be like…

“DRAMIONE SHIPPERS UNITE!”


skylargrace:


She wrote him letters everyday. It didn’t matter what those parchments contained, so long as she reminded him that she remember him, that she won’t ever forget. That distance won’t change her feelings about them. 
He never responded to any of her missives. He hadn’t felt the need to, for their connection surpassed the norms of communication. Somehow, even if a thousand miles separated them, she was still with him. He could taste her in the sweet summer air. He could see her smiling face behind his lids. She was everywhere, yet nowhere.

She wrote him letters everyday. It didn’t matter what those parchments contained, so long as she reminded him that she remember him, that she won’t ever forget. That distance won’t change her feelings about them. 

He never responded to any of her missives. He hadn’t felt the need to, for their connection surpassed the norms of communication. Somehow, even if a thousand miles separated them, she was still with him. He could taste her in the sweet summer air. He could see her smiling face behind his lids. She was everywhere, yet nowhere.


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