Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 13

I followed a plot bunny, again. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I may have to split it in 2 chapters since I'm 6k words in and I still need to write the climax (The climax of the story! Merlin's beard! Get your mind out of the gutter!) and then wrap it up nicely. 

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter two

A Dramione story, with a tiny Buffy the Vampire Slayer crossover (in the following chapters) inspired by the song 'It's Raining Men'

“Ladies!” said Pansy as she sat down in a plush, turquoise armchair at Sugar & Spice. “Did you see the Prophet yesterday? Skeeter went all out with her spiteful comments. She’s calling us troublesome! But it was good advertising. The shop was so busy today, I think I’m going to have to hire new clerks, and quite possibly double my sewing crew.”

“I had to ward the floo against Harry on Sunday! He kept calling, asking me to get back together.” Ginny scoffed. “He sent a bloody singing gnome while I was in a training session today. With flowers and a poem! Not even an original one, he basically plagiarized the one I wrote for him when I was eleven! I don’t know if it was more embarrassing or ridiculous. And then…” She paused for suspense. “He wrote me a letter, three sentences really, saying that we can wait till after the World Cup to have our first child! He still doesn’t get it!”

“Godric, he’s persistent! I’ll talk to him, Gin.” Hermione chuckled. “I received so many owls I lost count. From every man I’ve dated, save from Ron, including the ones who are now married!” She smirked. “I incedioed them all! I’m totally fed up with men. The toys I bought the other day can keep me happy for a while. I need to detox from all the drama and the paternalism.” She said rolling her eyes.

“Oh, those toys were a smart purchase! I tried the one that looks like a little bunny and it provided for a very entertaining hour. I can’t wait to try the others!” Luna giggled.

“A toast!” Laughed Pansy lifting her cappuccino. “To muggle sex toys and letting men stew in their own juice!” The others followed her example.

Why sleep, when you can chase plot bunnies? Sleep is overrated anyway.

New Dramione short story coming up soon, inspired by the song "It's raining men".

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

As soon as she stepped out of the floo at the Three Broomsticks, she saw him. Platinum blond hair studiously tousled, grey eyes looking at her with an intensity that melted her insides, long fingers curled around a glass of butter beer. He smiled at her and stood up, reaching her with just a few strides. He hugged her, his hands resting lightly on her back, his fingers gently pressing into her. He smelled of spearmint and sandalwood and his breath tickled her neck as his hands literally burned through her jumper. She stood there, awkwardly hugging him back, not knowing where to rest her hands.

“Welcome back, Hermione. Did you spend a nice holiday at home?” He said, still holding her.

She wondered if he could hear her heart. Probably, because it was beating louder than the 21-gun salute performed for the birthday of the muggle Queen.

“Hello, Draco. Y-yes, it was a nice holiday. How have you been?” She disentangled from his hug, even though she would have liked nothing better than to stay there forever.

“I must say, the school during holidays is exceedingly dull. Nobody brewed illegal polyjuice potion and turned themselves into cats, no trolls in the dungeons, no life-threatening situations at all. Kids these days don’t know how to have fun.” He chuckled.

Hermione snorted, just for a second, forgetting to feel embarrassed. “You, are an idiot.”

“A devilishly handsome idiot though.” He smirked and her stomach did a somersault. “I took you up on your offer and borrowed some of your books, although reading with you is much more enjoyable than reading by myself. Did you bring any new books? Do you have any news about the… movies?” He said guiding her, with a gentle hand on her back, towards the table he had been occupying.

Hi, sorry if this is an annoying question but do you have a masterlist of your text fic? I keep trying to find a tag that will get me all of them parts but it’s not working for me haha I really want to read it!!

Hi! I'm afraid not. I'm new to tumbler and still figuring out how it works. But I have it all in my highlights on Instagram. I'm sorry it's messed up here. I'll try to figure out a way to put it in some order.

Thank you for your interest, I'm really happy you like it!

Of Drought and downpour - Chapter 10

Where we get a glimpse of what happened with the previous coven and discover the naughty side of Molly Prewet and Arthur Weasley.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/151933198

Aparecium by LadyKenz347

Aparecium by LadyKenz347 is a beautiful book. It's a romance, not a lot of action but plenty of feelings. Some minor angst and lots of fluff. I thoroughly enjoyed it.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 32

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/148747408

Harry struggled to keep up with Ron as he flew through the sky, much faster than the battered, old cleansweeps they had found in the shed should be able to go. Ron’s anger probably reinforcing the broom’s own magic. That would be an interesting theory to test, Harry thought before focusing on the chase again.

Eventually, Ron slowed down and Harry was able to catch up to him. His face was streaked with dry tears, Harry couldn’t tell if he’d been crying about Hermione or if his eyes had watered because of the wind.

“How could she do that?” Ron asked, stifling a sob. Crying then, not wind.

“Ron, mate. I swear the ferret isn’t that bad anymore.” Harry tried to calm him.

“How long have you known?” Ron’s voice was shaking, his eyes narrowed as he scowled at his friend because of his betrayal.

“Probably even before she knew it. They have been dancing in circles around each other for a while. I’m not sure how it started, but they have been getting closer ever since the new year ball at the Ministry.” Harry wasn’t good with these things, he never knew what to say. Words and feelings were not his strong suit. Words about feelings, were a skill he’d never mastered and probably never would. Awkwardness was definitely something Albus had inherited from his father, along with the green eyes.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would have come back, tried to talk her out of it. Now I look like the villain and, I swear, I’m not!” Ron sobbed loudly.

“It wasn’t my story to tell, mate. And I don’t think she would have wanted you to talk her out of it. I’m pretty sure she did that all by herself at first.” Harry tried, unsuccessfully, to steer Ron’s broom back in the direction of the Burrow.

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Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

Coming soon!!

Mr Stewart spoke “Lyn, did you sign June up for some fancy school?”

“No, I did not.” She paused and took in the sight of Hermione and Draco, standing in the middle of her living room, wearing clothes that would have been perfect in a museum exhibition.

Hermione was seriously reconsidering her choice of clothing,. “Hello Ms Stewart, June. I’m Professor Hermione Granger, this is Professor Draco Malfoy and we teach at…” June cut in excitedly “Hogwarts! You teach at Hogwarts! But, wait, aren’t you supposed to work at the Ministry of Magic and become the youngest Minister ever? It said so in the epilogue! And why is HE with you? Didn’t he bully you? You’re friends now? How is Harry doing, by the way?” The girl looked expectantly at Hermione, who was totally speechless. Ms Stewart tried to talk to her daughter. “June dear, Hogwarts doesn’t exist, these people are actors, they are probably here to advertise something. I’m sorry, but we’re not interested in buying anything.” Ms Stewart was ushering them towards the door when Hermione pulled herself together.

“I’m sorry, you took me by surprise there, but I really need to talk to you. Your daughter has, indeed, been selected for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which you should know nothing about, by the way. May I ask where you got all this information?” June took Hermione’s hand and led her to the sofa, leaving her mother and Draco behind. Mr Stewart was still staring from the kitchen door. Eventually the other adults recovered enough to go sit in the living room.