DracoxHermione

Sorry to Bother

2008-10-07T04:25:30Z

I've been searching for a few days for an open, complex set of prompts, but nothing met my need for digging, or ferreting out certain ones that felt good, so I've decided to open my own community, for anyone, of any ship, pairing, idea or need. No need to sign up and agree to post, or commit to a certain amount of drabbles; just dig through the tags and find something that inspires you.

From prompt tables to quotes and phrases, scenes and everything. I'm trying to gather it all. Please come and join, feel free to drop one in, or just pester me about how unfilled it is yet ( seeing as it was just created today ).

I'm sure there are things out there just like this, and I have no doubt I'm just one more attempt, but I thought I'd try.

So come on over to idea_grinder and submit something ( or find something ) that inspires!

The Bracelet, Chapter 60

2008-10-06T02:01:55Z

Title: The Bracelet
Author: AkashaTheKitty
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Theodore Nott (whew)
Genres: Drama, Friendship, Hogwarts Years, Humor, Romance
Warnings: HBP Spoilers, although slightly incompatible.
Overall Rating: R
Summary: Hermione is a stuck-up know-it-all; Draco is a sadistic prat; Theo has a scary way of knowing everything; Harry is too busy with his girlfriend and his hero status to pay much attention; Ginny really isn't very interested in anyone beyond Harry but unfortunately does pay attention; Pansy wants what's hers; Ron doesn't know how to get what's his; and Blaise definitely has both his hands in the cookie jar. Or maybe that's not how it is at all...

Go here if you didn't read previous chapters.

Hermione decided that there was a reason boys tended to lean towards physical violence: They needed to weed out the stupid ones of their sex, as their kind of stupidity was leaps and bounds beyond normal stupidity.

Unfortunately, they weren’t doing a very good job of it, and currently everyone was insane. No better word for it.

She’d tried talking to Harry after the incident in class, but, being insane and all, he didn’t see anything wrong with anyone’s actions—except Boot’s. In fact, he commended Draco on ‘being much less of an egotistical prat than usual’. He was only concerned about Draco’s reasoning, contemplating that Draco might be doing this solely to raise speculations about Hermione, something that her honesty sadly required her to admit was unlikely.

What nobody seemed to appreciate was that such brainless male actions started gossip, no matter what the intentions behind them were. Normally, she didn’t mind gossip that much. She’d learned to live with people being annoyed at her eagerness in class and insulting her with the common term know-it-all, often even disparaging her looks, her hair, and—in earlier times—her teeth. She could live with that and recognize the remarks for what they were. Sometimes she could even laugh at the notion that people saw it as a pity that she was smart rather than beautiful. Sometimes.

Lately, however, a handful of people seemed to have begun speculating whether she was truly a slag or ‘just’ a doormat who liked mean boys. It didn’t help that they seemed to lean towards ‘doormat’, even though slag would probably have been worse. There was just something fundamental inside of Hermione that wanted to rebel against these speculations, but since there was no way she could really rebel it just… hurt.

She knew she had made her share of mistakes when it came to boys. She knew she had made more than her share, actually. In fact, the last weeks were just a muddled blur of things she should have done differently or shouldn’t have done at all. But she had neither been anyone’s slag nor doormat. She had just been confused, trying to figure things out.

Every time she heard someone talking, it cut a little deeper, and she became a little more depressed. She, who otherwise loved school, began counting down the days until she was able to leave. This depressed her even further.

It was with this in the back of her mind, steeling herself for the worst, that Hermione made her way to class Monday morning. She held no illusion that the weekend would have killed any talk or spawned something more interesting to talk about.

“… snogged half the night…”

“… then what about…”

“… much better suited…”

“… on his lap…”

“… his father…”

Hermione only caught very fragmented whispers, enough to deduce that she wasn’t the one being talked about, before she was spotted and they suddenly quieted or began talking about Quidditch or homework. She frowned. It couldn’t have been about her—she certainly hadn’t snogged anyone for half the night in recent memory.

Well, ok, but nothing they knew about, anyway.

Still, it felt really strange that nobody seemed willing to discuss this with her nearby…

Deciding that she would find out eventually, she sat down and got ready for class.

Eventually, Hermione’s patience paid off as gossip eventually found her in the shape of Ginny. Hermione had just sat down to lunch when the younger witch sat down next to her.

“Guess you’re off the hook, huh?” Ginny said without much greeting, filling her plate with food.

“Guess so,” Hermione agreed, not at all surprised that Ginny would know about Friday. Everyone knew.

“I’m a bit surprised, though,” Ginny mused. “I didn’t think he was one to move that… quickly.” She frowned. “Or maybe he was. It’s really hard to tell since he always had a girlfriend.”

“Hm?” Hermione wasn’t entirely following.

“Malfoy,” Ginny said, glancing at Hermione. “You know with the whole stunt he pulled this weekend?”

“Can’t say I do know,” Hermione pleasantly said, taking another bite of her food and chewing it carefully before swallowing. “But it must have been good if it’s him they’re talking about.”

Ginny shrugged. “Run-of-the-mill, really. He just snogged some girl. Only, people are a bit surprised with the… you know… everything that’s been going on, and the pureblood arses are pleased that he finally seems to focus on someone with the right blood and background.”

Hermione coughed as discreetly as she could to dislodge the bit of carrot that had somehow gotten stuck in her throat. “What?” she croaked, once she was fairly sure she could breathe again.

“Personally, I don’t think he’s doing himself any favors by taking a leaf from Zabini’s book and spreading his interests around,” Ginny continued, seemingly without noticing. “I mean, it’s only been something like a month since he broke up with his long-time girlfriend, then he showed some weird interest in you, and now it’s all about Greengrass.”

“Greengrass?” Hermione asked, bewildered. “Daphne Greengrass?”

Ginny blinked. “What? Oh. No. The other one. Her sister. Astoria. She’s fifth year.”

“Fifth year?” Hermione’s eyes were widening.

Ginny was looking confused. “It’s not that uncommon, Hermione.”

“Of course not,” Hermione muttered, frowning. Ginny was right. The girl would be fifteen or sixteen, well within the dating range of a seventeen-year-old boy.

She couldn’t help but raise her head and scan the Slytherin table as if she’d be able to tell who it was. Her eyes stopped at Draco, who had his head in his hands and looked like he had a bad headache.

“Malfoy doesn’t look too happy,” Ginny observed at the same time.

Hermione tilted her head. “No, he really doesn’t. Which one is she?”

“Brunette,” Ginny muttered, nodding in the general direction of at least ten brunettes.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “You have to be more specific than that.”

“See that mean-looking bloke? Third from his right.”

‘Mean-looking blokes’ weren’t exactly a rarity in Slytherin, either, but Hermione managed to pinpoint the one Ginny had been referring to and from there located the girl that Malfoy had allegedly decided to pursue next.

She was pretty, Hermione supposed. Her hair was long and looked soft, and she looked like she had a pleasant figure under her school robes. She was very animatedly talking to someone, her eyes glittering with excitement, and it looked like she might actually have a personality.

She wasn’t exactly the way Hermione had pictured her. Or, rather, how she would have pictured her, given the time to consider this. As she was looking at the girl, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment in Draco. In spite of everything he had done to her, he had always seemed to respect Parkinson, but now he was with some other girl less than a week after Pansy had spent several nights sleeping in his bed, doing whatever it took to comfort him and help him through his magical addiction.

Given their past relationship, Hermione didn’t even want to imagine what that entailed. In fact, just the thought made her slightly nauseous and she lost her appetite.

How could he just turn around and be with some girl that nobody had ever connected to him after that? How could he be such a faithless bastard? Perhaps his inclinations towards Hermione hadn’t had anything to do with magic bonds either, maybe he was just like Zabini but better at playing people.

Hermione’s eyes swept back towards Draco of their own accord and a shock went through her as she met his gaze. He was steadily watching her watch Astoria. It was impossible for her to prevent the slight blush at being caught and she awkwardly looked away.

“Well, at least that takes care of my problem no matter what prompted it,” she muttered unconvincingly, half to herself and half to Ginny. “What about yours? Did you take care of that yet?”

Ginny sighed, looking uncomfortable at the new subject. But then again, who wouldn’t be uncomfortable at the mention of telling your boyfriend about your ex-lover? “I will,” she quietly replied. “After the holidays. If I tell him now and things go wrong, it would be so horribly awkward between us and it would be unbearable to be home and have to pretend we weren’t fighting...”

Ginny actually had a good point. Molly Weasley was a force of nature, and she definitely would make her opinion on the matter known if she found out that something wasn’t right between Harry and Ginny. She wasn’t exactly known for her subtlety.

“Are you coming for Christmas this year?” Ginny asked, unsubtly changing the subject. “I mean, I assumed you were, but it doesn’t seem like you and Ron are doing much better…”

Hermione shrugged. “I didn’t know if he’d mind, so I was planning on going home.”

“Of course he wouldn’t mind!” Ginny objected. “It’s more if you’d mind, being surrounded by his family all this time.”

“Don’t be silly,” Hermione muttered.

“So, you’re coming?”

Hermione shrugged. “Maybe after a week or so. I already told my parents I’m coming home.”

“Fair enough.” Ginny smiled, genuinely pleased.

Draco was having a bad day. No, he was having a truly horrible day.

His hasty, poorly conceived plan was working.

He should be pleased that he hadn’t underestimated people and their shallow gossip, but he wasn’t. He should be happy that Hermione seemed to have heard and believed it all, but he really wasn’t. Maybe if she’d shown a bit more emotion, he would have felt a bit more gratified. In fact, he would have given just about anything to have seen more than confusion and curiosity on her face. He thought he had caught a brief flash of censure, but… maybe he hadn’t. And if he had, it probably didn’t mean what he wanted it to.

It wasn’t fair. He was feeling torn up inside from what he’d done and she felt nothing. He felt an immediate urge to go to her, to make her listen, to tell her that what he had done had meant nothing, that it had been to make her life easier. That he still wanted no one but her.

But what good would it do when she didn’t care? She would just be on his case to get over it.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t try. He’d even tried to enjoy himself at the party. Ultimately, it hadn’t really been that bad—the girl was kind of cute after all—but he hadn’t truly enjoyed himself, and the next day this irrational remorse had begun.

He didn’t really understand this feeling. He had never ever cheated on Pansy, but there had been the summer where she’d suggested they see others and he’d actually seen someone. He hadn’t felt guilty then. He’d sort of known that Pansy had only suggested this, hoping that he’d find that he preferred her, but he’d still liked the freedom. At least until he’d found out that the witch hadn’t liked him half as well as his money. It had stung and he’d been happy to return to someone who cared about him, even if he wasn’t in love with her.

He kept staring at Hermione, willing her to show some other emotion than embarrassment that he’d caught her sizing up the girl he’d been with. She just pushed her food around while talking to the Weasley girl and refused to look up again.

“I figured out why you’ve been avoiding me,” Blaise said, heavily sitting down next to Draco and hurriedly grabbing whichever food was nearest.

Draco briefly closed his eyes. Indeed, he hadn’t felt like being the one who had to share this. “Good,” he replied, “then you’ll know I want you to shut up about it.”

Blaise shrugged. “You shouldn’t be so glum about it. It’s a good thing, isn’t it? You’re moved on and the girl you chose is cute.”

Draco’s insides twisted. He glanced at Blaise. “What the hell is that thing you’re wearing?”

Blaise made a flourish, showcasing his threadbare robes. “School robes, adhering to the Hogwarts standards.”

“I didn’t even know you owned such rags.”

Blaise grinned. “It’s a bit short too. I just hadn’t gotten around to tossing it.” Draco stared and eventually Blaise’s grin faltered and he shrugged. “I’ll most likely be getting blood on it, won’t I? No need to ruin my good robes.”

Draco had forgotten all about Blaise’s ‘date’ to get his face rearranged by Tracey’s boyfriend for allegedly forcing her to kiss him. “It’s insane,” he growled. “You’re just going to let him have a go at you?”

Blaise shrugged again. “One good swing, that’s all he gets.”

“And what if he hexes you instead?” Draco asked.

“Hmm,” Blaise mulled this over. “Then I might need some help getting to the hospital wing. Do me a favor, mate, and don’t stray too far away from me today.”

Draco groaned. Insane bastard.

He groaned even louder when Pansy slipped into a seat across from him. Hadn’t he suffered enough already without adding his ex-girlfriend to the mix?

Apparently not.

“So, Astoria, huh?” she asked, looking curious.

“Huh?” he asked, not quite catching that.

“Astoria?” she ventured again.

He blinked and frowned trying to separate the syllables in his head. Nope, they didn’t make any sense to him.

Pansy looked startled and then she suddenly giggled, hiding her mouth behind one hand. “Oh, my… You don’t even know her name!”

Draco glanced at Blaise, who seemed to be in on the joke. “What’s in a name, anyway,” Blaise helpfully supplied. “It wasn’t deep conversation Draco here was interested in from what I heard.”

Slowly the mistake dawned on Draco. Astoria. A name. Of course he would be expected to know her name, but he just hadn’t really… well, cared.

“You snogged a girl all night without even knowing her name!” Pansy sniggered. Why she found this so amusing, Draco suspected he would never know. Still, it was better than her being jealous and upset, he supposed.

“I knew her name,” he lamely lied. “I just didn’t hear you over all the… chewing.”

Both Pansy and Blaise cracked up. Draco rolled his eyes; trust them to treat his life as a joke. “How do you know her anyway?” he asked Pansy defensively.

“Friends with her sister, you dolt,” she gasped, composing herself. “I see her all the time. Even lived with her for a few weeks this summer. She’s nice enough. Never shuts up, though.”

Great. Of all the girls he could have kissed, he had to choose one his ex knew intimately.

“She shut up well enough on Saturday,” he murmured, making Blaise laugh again.

He was loath to admit it, but his friends’ laughter actually took some of the sting out of the pain and disappointment, and he was feeling a little bit more human by the time he had to return to class.

Ring Girl Announcement

2008-10-03T21:23:39Z

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Dra-Mama Said Knock You Out

2008-10-02T15:07:36Z

We’re making a comeback (after a week of rest)
Go vote for the drabble that you like best
(and worst)
This week’s theme is Clichés – before you groan,
Go read; and reap what was sown.

A new set of dramione drabble goodness can be found
at dramione_ldws Please go read and vote!

Round 2, Challenge #5: Clichés

Voting will end: Friday October 3rd 11:59pm, East Coast US Time (GMT -4)

Go, Team LDWS! *\ o /*

AWOF chapter update

2008-09-30T03:44:01Z

Title: A Writer of Fictions
Author: Eilonwy
Chapter Thirty-Eight: Leap of Faith, Part One
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and Pansy Parkinson, Danny and Gemma
Genres: Romance, Humour
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Draco comes up with a dramatic solution for a troubling situation.

http://colouredgrey.contraveritas.com/viewstory.php?sid=6437&textsize=0&chapter=47

Broken, Chapter 23.2

2008-09-29T12:49:30Z

Title: Broken
Author: inadaze22
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley.
Genres: Angst, Drama, Post Hogwarts, Romance
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Coarse Language, Minor Character Death, Non Con
Rating: M
Summary: He felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him and it disgusted him...but what disgusted Draco Malfoy most of all was the alarming fact that someone or something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

Chapter 23.2: Somewhere Else a Clock Was Ticking

For new readers

dracoxhermione @ 2008-09-28T13:20:00

2008-09-28T20:20:35Z

Apparently, Tom Felton is open to doing naked roles.

"I would [get naked]" Felton told DS. "If getting my k**b out came with some artistic merit and the role required it, I'd do it."

......

I DIED LAUGHING. :))

:))

ARTICLE OVER HERE

(x-posted at dracomalfoyfans, dracoxhermione, dramione, tomfelton_daily)

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

2008-09-27T08:41:13Z

Teasers:

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New DHr manips: "An evening at the ball"

2008-09-26T19:33:40Z

Greetings everyone,

I have new manips to share. They're the same ones eilonwy1 just posted but with a couple more.

They're suppose to be of Draco and Hermione in elegant evening dress... Hermione in a black strapless and Draco in a black tux. The headshots she gave me were of Tom and Emma. Yes, Tom in a handsome black tux! =D
I'm really happy with how they turned out and wanted to share. =)

Manips:
[1] Draco/Tom
[2] Hermione/Emma
[2] Banners - w/ one color variation

Hope you enjoy these. =)

Full views and banners at my journal ~~ "An evening at the ball"

new AWOF manips--Hermione and Draco at the ball!

2008-09-26T15:21:22Z

Gorgeous manips of Draco and Hermione at the Hertford Ball are now up in Chapter 36, "A World in a Grain of Sand"! They are by the immensely talented mystik_rose, who took the headshots and bases I sent her and worked her marvelous magic once again.

Chapter link:

http://colouredgrey.contraveritas.com/viewstory.php?sid=6437&textsize=0&chapter=45

A preview:

And don't forget to go over to mystik_rose's LJ and see all her other lovely stuff, while you're at it:

http://pics.livejournal.com/mystik_rose/

new ficlet

2008-09-26T03:33:49Z

A ficlet to share, from the recent Dramione Drabbles-LJ Labor Day Challenge. We were all randomly assigned jobs around which to build a drabble. I drew "flying carpet merchant."

Hope you enjoy.

Title: Purveyor of Dreams
Author: Eilonwy
Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Hermione has a problem she is becoming desperate to solve. Her friends suggest a solution that seems ridiculous at first, and yet...

http://colouredgrey.contraveritas.com/viewstory.php?sid=6642

Intense/Moody Dramione Icons and Manips!

2008-09-25T03:59:35Z

Here are two new manips and a bunch of Dramione icons based off the ones I entered from the dmhg_icontest.

Previews

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Created with angelamaria's Icon Table Generator @ Bauble

The rest here at my graphics journal!

Hermione Granger and teh Judgment Potion 1-4

2008-09-21T18:30:23Z

Title: Hermione Granger and the Judgment Potion
Author: maniac_brainiac as QuirksnQuills
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Severus Snape, Dean Thomas, Pansy Parkinson, Lord Voldemort, more...
Genres: Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Drama, Suspense
Warnings: HBP Spoilers, AU after HBP, Slight OOC, Sex, Character Death
Overall Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex, language, adult concepts
Summary: The war is over and Lord Voldemort has won. Muggle-borns are being sold off as spouses for rich, young purebloods in an attempt to combat the problem of inbreeding among pureblood families. Draco finds Hermione in the Muggle Market and buys her out of pity - or something more. Meanwhile, the Malfoys and Severus Snape are working to defeat Voldemort from the inside out, since all of the Order members are either dead or in prison. Snape discovers a solution, but it requires a risk for them all...one that may backfire and kill them all. Chapters 1-4 now up, chapter 5 coming soon!

Linky linky: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4544417/1/Hermione_Granger_and_the_Judgment_Potion

The Bracelet, Chapter 59

2008-09-19T21:37:31Z

Go here if you didn't read previous chapters.

Draco looked from Tracey to Blaise and back again, considering the odds of Blaise getting parts of his anatomy hexed off him before the night was over.

His calculations resulted in pretty good—or rather bad—odds.

“You were being an arse to Lucinda,” Tracey accused.

Lucinda? Probably either the girl Blaise had rejected or a girl who had tried to use Blaise for a seat. Draco lightly shook his head. Didn’t Davis understand that Blaise was pining for her and couldn’t care less about anyone else? If he wanted to be left alone, they should just respect that and go bother some other bloke.

“Blond one?” Blaise asked with a shrug. “She was being a nuisance. Good riddance.”

“Not like you to turn down a pretty girl.” Tracey folded her arms. “And so rudely too. Continue like this and you’ll soon have ruined the reputation you worked so hard for.”

“Why do you even bloody care?” Blaise was fairly growling. “So I didn’t feel like snogging your little friend, so what? Since when do you get to hire me out? All evidence to the contrary, you don’t own me and I don’t have to whore on your command.”

Draco was a bit shocked at the venom in Blaise’s words. He tried to imagine what was going on and how Blaise felt, but failed to get anything more than a basic idea.

Tracey shook her head, looking sad. “You make a mean drunk. Stop drinking and go to bed.”

“Will I be permitted to go alone?” Blaise asked, the bitterness still evident in him. “Or maybe you will want to come along? How about it, Trace, another ride for old time’s sake? I’m sure I could still manage to make it worth your while. Or would you prefer it if I charged for my services? Or maybe you should charge for yours? I’m a little confused here…”

To Draco’s great surprise, Tracey’s eyes were filling with tears. She was not as cold and indifferent as Blaise was insinuating and his friend was currently being a huge arse. “Blaise…” he muttered, hoping to stop him, but nobody heard him. There was too much noise and they were too absorbed in their own conversation.

“Fine,” she finally said. “Go to hell, Zabini. What do I care?”

She was about to walk away when Blaise suddenly straightened and changed his tactics. Maybe he’d seen the same as Draco. “Wait,” he almost pleaded. “Wait… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… You aren’t… I’m just a jerk, you know that.” He paused long enough for her to turn to look at him. “But I’ll do whatever it is you want… for a kiss.”

She stared at him incredulously, seemingly almost forgetting her hurt in her surprise. “What? Forget it! Do you honestly think I’ll be this easily—”

“Just a kiss!” Blaise interrupted. “Because it’s Christmas. Because you know what a miserable holiday it is for me. Because I miss you. One kiss and I’ll go to bed and not offend you or any more of your friends. That’s what you want from me, right?”

She still stared at him.

“Please?”

Draco looked away, unable to watch anymore of this. It seemed so painfully familiar to him. This bit he could understand, and he hated the certainty that his friend was about to receive a very painful rejection.

After a few moments the silence from them prompted him to turn his head back and his jaw dropped.

This certainly didn’t look like the rejection he had imagined. In fact, he felt obliged to turn his head away again. Tracey was actually sitting on Blaise’s lap, and their kiss seemed very… intimate. It actually hurt Draco in a very strange way to see how in love Blaise was with the girl he was kissing.

Draco was extremely confused, but then again, Blaise always seemed to get what he wanted in the end. Draco didn’t usually envy him this, but right now he was powerless not to hate his friend for the ease with which he seemed to draw his girl in.

“Doesn’t she have a boyfriend?”

Draco didn’t notice who said that, but he looked up to see that the couple were beginning to attract attention. And, indeed, Tracey did have a boyfriend, didn’t she? Poor bloke, he hadn’t signed up for this.

“No…” he heard her mutter in that same moment. “Blaise, stop. No more. You should go.”

“Come with me,” Blaise whispered. “You know I didn’t mean what I said. It wouldn’t be like that. It never was and never will be. Not with us.”

She shook her head. “No, Blaise… it’s over between us. This was stupid. I don’t know why…”

Blaise’s eyes dropped and his jaw clenched at her rejection. Ok… maybe he didn’t have it so easy, after all. Tracey began pushing at the arms surrounding her to get up and he let them drop, not fighting her as she got to her feet. “You’re happy with him, aren’t you?” he finally quietly asked. “But he will hear about this and he won’t be happy…”

“As I said, this was a mistake.” Tracey was avoiding Blaise’s eyes as she was righting herself, trying to look inconspicuous although it was obvious that half the room was secretly watching.

“Tell him… about us,” Blaise said, his voice sounding strangely strangled. “What was before, I mean. Say I used it to blackmail you. He didn’t see; he won’t know the difference.”

Tracey shook her head. “He’ll kill you.”

Blaise shrugged, trying hard to look indifferent, but still showing the pain of his rejection. “I’ve dealt with jealous boyfriends before. This way, you probably won’t lose him.” He abruptly got to his feet. “I’m going now. I promised, after all. Night, Tracey. Night, Draco.”

To Draco’s great surprise, Blaise’s walk wasn’t even unsteady. It seemed he could hold his liquor pretty well, no matter what it had seemed.

He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. So, Blaise had obviously known he’d been listening. That was sort of embarrassing—for both of them. Yet Blaise hardly seemed embarrassed at all—but then again, he was never embarrassed about anything. He opened his eyes again to find Tracey staring at him. Clearly, she hadn’t known he’d been listening, him and the girl on his lap being the only ones close enough to actually hear, and she was embarrassed.

Serves her right.

Draco knew things weren’t as simple as they seemed, they never were, but how could she kiss someone who was clearly head over heels for her like that and then tell him it was nothing but a mistake? He found it cruel and heartless.

“I know what you’re thinking,” she said. “And you’re wrong.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You’re a Legilimens, then?”

She ignored him. “He exaggerates. He’s like that. He’s melodramatic and a bit of a romantic, and lately he likes to play the part of the tragic hero. Right now he thinks that he… that we might somehow fit together, but if I were stupid enough to throw away everything for him again, it would just be more sneaking around and he’d get bored within a couple of weeks… Blokes like him… It’s a mistake to ever take them seriously.”

He could tell that she believed it. What he couldn’t exactly tell was whether she wanted it to be different, or whether she didn’t care. Nevertheless, he shook his head. “You’re the one who’s wrong. You’re not the first girl to turn him down, you know. You’re not the first girl to develop feelings for him, either.”

Tracey’s eyes widened and she exhaled sharply. “He told you about that?”

Draco shrugged, showing all his considerable indifference to her feelings. “He’s human; he needs to talk to people sometimes. Learn to live with it.” He paused, considering whether he’d do Blaise a favor or just the opposite by saying anything more. He finally decided that he just hated for the bird to continue being so ignorant and that he could hardly do any damage as it was. “Here’s what was different with you,” he calmly continued. “He didn’t break it off as soon as he suspected you might like him as more than a good shag, and he didn’t let you go without a fight as soon as you got sick of him. He does want to be with you, but he wants you to be happy more, and he probably would never be able to offer you a full relationship, which seems to be what you want. He understands that part and accepts it as a reason for you to reject him, so there’s no need to invent new reasons by claiming he doesn’t care about you. He does. He just proved that, didn’t he? He’ll let you blacken his name and your boyfriend blacken his eye just so your happiness won’t be marred by your own inconstancy.”

Tracey was looking away, and Draco could tell that she didn’t want to believe him and probably wasn’t even listening. He sighed. Well, like he’d just said, there were plenty of reasons for her not to go for Blaise. It wasn’t as if anyone expected her to be his dirty little secret forever, no matter what their feelings might be. And, anyway, he was just here to make Blaise happy, and since Blaise was gone…

He tapped the girl on his lap on the shoulder, briefly wondering whether she’d been paying any attention. Probably not. She seemed busy with her own lot. “Excuse me,” he said, when he finally got her attention. “Think you could get off so I can go to bed?”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Now, there’s a new one…”

He stared at her in puzzlement for a second, before he realized what he’d said and groaned. “Think you could get up?”

She actually took the time to consider. Cheeky. “Perhaps. If you could tell me why Zabini was snogging Tracey.”

A good shove would send the girl sprawling on the floor. It would be quick, efficient and, well, very amusing. Yet, Draco found himself just smirking and saying, “Blaise would snog anyone. In fact, he almost snogged me once on a dare. Better be careful around him, little girl.”

Of course, there was nothing quite as entertaining as patronizing younger students, and she didn’t disappoint in the way she scowled at him. It was mostly funny because she couldn’t be that much younger, really. It was hard to tell just how old she was, but if he should venture a guess, he’d say she was probably sixteen. Heck, a couple of months ago he might not have minded her position so much, but right now… he couldn’t feel less interested in having her here.

“I know about Zabini, you twit. A sister in your year, remember? Not to mention that he’s not been shy with the girls in my year. But this was different and don’t you dare deny it. I’m neither blind nor deaf.”

Draco pursed his lips, wondering if she had been listening before, but decided that he might as well continue lying. Let her call him on it to his face if she had been listening. “He was drunk. He gets a bit dramatic when he drinks. Sometimes snogging really doesn’t mean anything, you know.”

The girl nodded thoughtfully. “As when you snogged that Granger? Now that was a sight—” She squealed as he almost toppled her to the floor when making a sudden movement, and then she giggled. “Or maybe not. Interesting.”

He scowled, wondering how this had all ended back at Hermione. “Exactly like that,” he forced out.

“Why did you kiss her?” The girl tilted her head slightly, looking at him.

“Why not?” He immediately recognized the mistake of not dismissing the conversation right away. Now she would think this was something that could be discussed—damn it.

“I can see many reasons why not but very few why you would.”

He sighed. “She was there. It really doesn’t take more than that.” It was funny how someone as relatively inconspicuous as Daphne could have such a… perky… sibling.

“Oh, good reason. Of course. That explains everything.” She rolled her eyes.

He shook his head in bafflement. “Since when do I have to explain myself to some girl I don’t even know?”

She beamed at him. “Since you found out that she’s a gossip and that if you came up with a really good story she’d spread it and people might go easier on you.”

Draco paused. They might go easier on Hermione as well—or, rather, he might find a way to make it so people no longer thought there was a connection and she’d stop being bothered by it. “Too much to drink, girl snuggling on my lap… You people seem to vastly overestimate the willpower of a spoiled seventeen-year-old wizard like me.” He shook his head again. “I don’t understand why people think it’s anything more than that…”

She frowned thoughtfully and nodded. “There’s one flaw in that story, though…”

He stared at her expectantly and she motioned towards his glass and herself. He realized what she was saying. “Maybe I learned my lesson,” he pointed out. “Last time gave me nothing but trouble.”

She pursed her lips and he knew what she was thinking. It wouldn’t compare. She was the right blood, the right house, the right everything. Hell, she was even prettier than her older sister. He just… didn’t want anything to do with her. He didn’t want anyone but Hermione. Acting the typical spoiled seventeen-year-old wizard didn’t come to him very naturally these days.

Suddenly, she seemed to reach a decision. “Here’s the thing,” she announced. “You’re a bit of a moody brat, but I sort of like you. You let me sit here, even though I know you considered less chivalrous options, so I’m going to help you out.”

He leaned back into the chair. “Would this help by any chance involve you getting off my lap?”

“Eventually,” she said dismissively. “Now, be a good boy and play along. It might take a bit after the stunt you pulled yesterday.”

He opened his mouth to ask what she was on about when he felt her lips against his and froze. His first instinct was to push her away, but he hesitated. This would help quiet the talk about him and Hermione, but the girl probably had ulterior motives. She probably still thought that Draco Malfoy would be worth catching, seeing as he didn’t advertise the fact that he was reduced to nothing but a broke refugee. But if she thought she could use him, wouldn’t it be appropriate if he used her instead? If it would help Hermione get rid of the talk she seemed to hate so much?

He closed his eyes and tried to ignore that he didn’t want this kiss.

Drabbles (and votes) are a Girl's Best Friend!

2008-09-18T15:13:33Z

It's Hermione's Birthday Tomorrow!

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Broken, Chapter 23, part 1

2008-09-17T13:09:32Z

Title: Broken
Author:inadaze22

Characters: Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley.
Genres: Angst, Drama, Post Hogwarts, Romance
Warnings: Alternate Universe, Coarse Language, Minor Character Death, Non Con
Rating: M
Summary: He felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him and it disgusted him...but what disgusted Draco Malfoy most of all was the alarming fact that someone or something had broken Hermione Granger’s spirit beyond recognition.

Chapter 23.1-Somewhere Else A Clock Was Ticking

For new readers...

Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark 12

2008-09-16T22:43:42Z

Title: Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark
Chapter: Twelve
Author: Edie
Rating: R
Story Summary: He found her, broken and bleeding, and it would change everything.
Chapter Summary: Pansy talks, and Draco barters.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Previous Parts: Here.

"Am I making something worthwhile out of this chase..."

Fic Search Help?

2008-09-16T22:13:38Z

Hi. I'm looking for a Draco/Hermione fic. I tried asking at hp_ficsearch but didn't receive as response, so I thought I would ask the 'ship experts.

It was probably a one-shot. It has to be at least three years old, maybe older, so it's not compliant with more recent canon. I know both parties were adults. I think it took place either during the last year of school or the first year after.

It starts off with Hermione in a bar, when Draco comes up to her. They have some passive-aggressive argument, which leads to them having sex in an alley. I know Hermione whispered a contraception spell.

The story flashes back, and we learn that Ron has been taken prisoner by Voldemort and friends. Hermione started this affair with Draco to get information about Ron. She acts as a double-agent, carefully choosing what she tells Draco about Harry, Dumbledore, etc.

She drinks a lot from guilt over this affair. I think Molly keeps sending her lunches, thinking that Hermione is losing weight from worry over Ron. Hermione is actually becoming an alcoholic.

Ron is eventually killed by Voldemort, which Draco can't prevent. I think Draco does comment that he at least was able to get the Deatheaters to kill Ron quickly instead of torturing him to death.

Draco and Hermione have sex again. There's some description along the lines of the only sound heard in the room is the slapping of their skin together.

Hermione uses a spell to freeze him where he was. She calls someone (Harry?) to tell them that she's taken Draco prisoner. She doesn't even clean him up or pull up his pants before Harry and someone (Lupin?) arrive. She's a little drunk by that point, too, I think.

Harry is furious, because he sees Hermione's actions as a betrayal of Ron, whereas Hermione saw them as a sacrifice for the greater good.

I think Lupin(?) gives Draco a truth potion, which they are sure is going to work since Snape made it.

Afterward, Draco isn't too upset, because he figures that the world can't be any worse off with Harry and a crazy old wizard (or something like that for Dumbledore) in charge than with Draco's father and Voldemort in charge. He might say something about the only person's future he cares about is his own.

Ugh. I remember so much detail, but I can't remember the name or author of the story. Help!

Thank you.

FOUND on my own: Nothing Like the Sun by musesfool (NC-17).

Dramione ldws tie-breaker!

2008-09-13T19:44:02Z

It's a nail biter, folks, and we need your help!

There is a tie-breaker vote needed in BOTH the Most Favorite and Least Favorite catagories!

Everyone, please go vote now!

Voting poll closes Sunday September 14 at 10:30 am EST USA (GMT -4).

Dancing in the Sheets, '05

2008-09-12T18:45:58Z

I know, I've been neglecting this a little since I switched LJ accounts. I'm working on it now. I just started up with school stuff, so things have been a little busy...

Title: Dancing in the Sheets
Author: </a></b></a>neome89 (my main account which I posted the chapters under previously)
Rating: I'm just going with M now, because the rating system completely confuses me and I've been leaning towards writing some smutty scenes....
Summary: After a school trip to Hogsmeade, Hermione wakes to find herself in a rather compromising position with Draco Malfoy...
Warnings: little bit o'smut ?
Chapters: 01 02 03 04 05 below...

( The divination classroom looked and smelled about the same as I remembered it... )

as always, friends are welcome, either here or at my main account! ^__________________________________^ (link's listed under author)
oh, the coolest thing happened! the fic got recced on the the_new_library !!!

Is it lunch time? Are you bored yet?

2008-09-12T15:48:42Z

Snack on some delicious dramione goodness

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Nothing is Sweeter than Revenge - Chapter Five

2008-09-12T14:14:16Z

Title: Nothing is Sweeter than Revenge
Author: kate0404 (Kate04)
Rating: M (for language and adult situations)
Genre: Humour
Characters: Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Summary: Draco Malfoy may have thought he won when he seduced Hermione Granger. Unfortunately for him, he underestimated Hermione's vindictive side. Sequel to "Trouble."
Link: 05

New Reader?: 01//02//03//04

Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark 11

2008-09-12T05:50:36Z

Title: Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark
Chapter: Eleven
Author: Edie
Rating: R
Story Summary: He found her, broken and bleeding, and it would change everything.
Chapter Summary: Draco and Hermione are granted a brief interlude.
Disclaimer: Not my characters.
Author’s Notes: Yeah, I'm surprised too!
Previous Parts: Here.

"So show a new man your old smile..."

Sequel to Temptations!

2008-09-11T23:41:38Z

Yes, the sequel to Temptations is on its way! Woot. I have some information for you under the cut including: the title, a brief summary, and a preview!!!!!!!! :D

Follow the cut to my journal if you want to know more.

Fic: Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark 10

2008-09-11T18:17:42Z

Title: Beautiful Things Can Come From The Dark
Chapter: Ten
Author: Edie
Rating: R
Story Summary: He found her, broken and bleeding, and it would change everything.
Chapter Summary: Draco comes to terms with what Hermione tells him, and chooses a side once and for all.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Malfoy's “victory or extermination” line comes from a Nazi speech, but I can’t find which one.
Author’s Notes: No, your eyes do not deceive you! I honestly have no intention of abandoning this story, and I appreciate everything that still comes my way because of this story. You guys truly are the best readers!
Previous Parts: Here.

"And I hope I'll be ready when my light, when my life, divides..."