When Lyra's having a tantrum, Draco just holds her and lets her do whatever she needs. Then he asks "are you done?" in his most aristocratic tone possible and then she nods and resumes playing like nothing happened. It's shockingly effective and Hermione is annoyed by it.
"It's only a couple hours," Hermione whispered to her daughter, whose mouth was closed in a tight-lipped pout. It was in her annoyance that she started looking more like her father. "You know your Grandmother has rules."
"I don't like her rules," Lyra whined.
// roommates, unplanned pregnancy, fluff
Hermione Granger was never one for feelings. She wondered if Malfoy's spawn currently growing inside her belly had something to do with her hair trigger emotions.
"Malfoy!"
Draco pulls his Slytherin tie loose and unbuttons the top of his shirt. It's only been five minutes and he could already feel the heat creeping up his neck when her voice says his name.
"Malfoy, I'm sorry I didn't—"
// dhr, draco and muggle things, fluff
"Okay," Draco exhales. "So."
"So."
"It rings," he begins apprehensively. "I pick it up."
"Yes."
"And I put it against my ear."
"Yes."
"Careful, Granger," Draco drawled, not even looking up from his seat in the common room. "With that amount of swot coming from your mouth, people will assume you to be a terrible kisser."
"I am not a terrible kisser!" she cried indignantly.
"On whose account?" Draco scoffed.
// girl dad Draco
"And the benefits of Lyra attending a muggle preschool are...?"
"So many!" Hermione cries in outrage. "First off, socialization at her age is important—"
"You already take her to the Burrow for playdates every weekend!"
Shoutout to those characters who barely get a mention in canon but who fandom latches onto and makes up an entire fake backstory and thousands of headcanons about
// marriage law, nsfw (ish)
"It's practical."
"It's insulting is what it is."
"Draco, if it's going to work it has to be the both of us!" Hermione said desperately. "We're running out of time."
Draco stared at his Ministry-mandated wife.
Draco receives the surprise of his life when, instead of Lyra's cries of "Awwy!" in the middle of the night, she instead screams "Dada!" Immediately, Draco bolts and runs to the nursery, and as soon as Lyra spots him, she reaches for him. Lyra sleeps in their bed that night.
// domestic fluff, pregnancy, adorable baby talk
"Granger?" He called out. Nothing.
"Granger?" He called again, trying to inject a little more worry in his voice. A dangerous task, considering that worry was a dam he's been holding back for the last five minutes.
// dramione, 8th year, CW panic attack aftershocks
"M-Malfoy, I'm fine."
"You obviously aren't, will you stop being a hero and let me help?"
"If we weren't for me being a hero in the first place, we wouldn't be here at—w-what are you doing!"
// dramione fluff
Hermione was not used to a life of luxury.
They had expensive vacations out of the country, sure. But her parents were never ones to book lavish hotels, premium tours and fancy restaurants.
Lyra's rebellious phase included her dating notorious pureblood bad boy Atlas Flint. The first time Draco and James S. Potter agreed on anything was their dislike of the relationship. (Which ofc lasted all of 3 mos and ended with Atlas cheating on Lyra with a Muggle supermodel.)
// draco malfoy does not know how to hold children
"Unca Dwaco hop?"
There was no mistaking the sound.Draco looked to his right and sure enough, the Parkinson/Longbottom spawn was looking at him with impossibly wide eyes and fluffy cheeks.
"Unca Dwaco hop?" The child repeated.
"Granger. Stop it. My friends already think we're dating!" Draco hissed, removing Hermione's hand on his thigh.
A curious gem glinted on her left ring finger.
"Mate," Theo said with a laugh. "You asked her to marry you last night."
"And I said yes," she said with a smirk.
// cw: inebriated behavior
Draco enters the bar with purpose, his coat swishing behind him. He didn't bother for robes this time. He came here for one thing only.
"Where is she?" He asks the bartender, who is currently preoccupied with a very inebriated Pansy Parkinson.
/ dramione
"Say it again," she whispered against his ear.
He pressed his lips to her cheek. "I love you." Again and again. "I love you. I love you. I love you."
They say if you repeat something far too much, it loses its meaning.
Think this will be the last one from the thread🥲 got some drawings I’m working on so I will have to move on but thanks for all the pics i had so much fun doing this and I’ll prob do it again in the future ❤️
Say what you want about this trilogy, but the chemistry between noah and lana is IMMACULATE. Friendly reminder that the photo for the film's poster was a behind the scenes shot! They're THAT good.
// divorced single parents au, healer au, fluff, kids
"Where does it hurt, buddy? Can you show me?"
Hugo sniffled, pointing at the crook of his elbow. The boy's face was about as red as his curly hair from nearly half an hour of crying.
// fluffy and steamy for like 5 seconds, cw: medical talk
"I'm fine."
"That's your third fainting spell this week, Hermione. Malfoy will have my head if I don't bring you to St. Mungo's."
So here she was, waiting in a Healer's office. A waste of time when she could be
// dramione 8th year, confessions, flangst?
When she heard the tap of leather against the stone floors, Hermione realized that she had forgotten a crucial element to her dramatic walk out from the 8th year Common Room into the Head's Dorm.
She had forgotten to close the door.
// cw: nsfw ish, crack treated seriously
"What the hell are you wearing?" Draco whisper-shouted through gritted teeth as soon as he slid into his seat on their table in the library.
"I'm sorry?"
// fluff, swearing, 💍
Pansy Parkinson found out quite recently, that she would do anything for Hermione Granger. She may have been an insufferable swot in their youth, but there was something about the witch that drew Pansy to her.
"Hermione!"
Hermione put on a wide smile for her parents when they opened the door to their house in Perth. Their eyes widened when they noticed that she didn't arrive alone.
"And who is this lovely gentleman?" Her mum asked sweetly.
// Narcissa POV, some angst but HEA, longish
"...absolutely can't believe the audacity."
Narcissa caught only the last words of her husband's tirade. She'd been sitting for the past hour stunned into silence as her son confessed to them his love for Hermione Granger.
// domestic fluff, girl dad Draco
"What is that?" Draco said, his voice dripping with disgust. He and Hermione had just picked up their daughter Lyra from preschool, and the little girl was clutching a red card to her chest.
#fiveresponses
#dracoxhermione
#dramione
"Darling, are you drunk?"
"Tired," Hermione mumbled into Draco's chest, on which she'd unceremoniously collapsed after a long day of teaching.
His laughter rumbled through his body. "Same thing."
"Answer the question."
// dramione, family fluff
Draco couldn't stop staring at his son from the moment he was born.
Their eldest, Lyra, had mesmerized him in her own way and continues to do so everyday, with her shining blue eyes, bouncing blond curls and endless curiosity.
// dramione hc
In my mind I'm thinking about this next-gen black sisters but it's the daughters of Draco and Hermione.
Lyra is the oldest and the closest to her Mum, but the most in tune with her magical side. She gets sorted into Ravenclaw and pursues higher magical studies.
Lyra Granger-Malfoy wasn't usually quiet at the table, so when she was, her parents knew immediately that something was wrong.
/Did something happen at the Burrow today?/ Draco inquired his wife, gently entering her mind.
// a lil sibling love
"Ly, what are you doing?"
Scorpius Granger-Malfoy stands at the doorway of his older sister's bedroom, watching her stuff clothes into an entirely too small backpack.
"I can't live like this anymore, Scorp!" She almost shouts.
// fluff, professor AU, marriage booth
"Professor Granger!"
"Professor, come quick!"
"You're needed at the courtyard!"
"Something's happened and--"
"Woah, woah, everyone, slow down." Hermione put her hands up in a placating and surrendering gesture.
Dramione Drabble
// family, crack.
"Darling are you busy?"
"Not really. What do you need?"
"Come with me."
Draco stood up from his office chair and followed Hermione, feeling almost like he was about to go into the Headmaster's office for a scolding.
It thrilled him.
But they're still there at the 72-hour mark, clawing at his insides like a beast. It's there at the 96-hour mark, making his heart want to climb out its cage. It doesn't fade at the 120-hour mark, causing him to consider...
Maybe this wasn't Amortentia anymore.
x
"Soooo..."
Draco drew out the word much longer than it needed to be. He looked down at his feet, kicking pebbles that stood in their path on the way to Hogsmeade.
𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒚-𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 (𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌)
Dramione • family fluff, pregnancy • long
#dhrbirthdaybash
#jyrawrfm
universe, 10 years before
●●●
Draco blearily cracked his eyes open, exceedingly aware of a pain on his lower back that did not exist there the week before.
//
"Granger! Granger!"
She walks. He calls, and she walks faster. Further. Maybe if she puts more distance between them, the gnawing feeling in her chest would also ebb away.
She hates it. Despises it. Knows what it is. And she doesn't want it.
Holy fuck. I'm shaking rn. Someone plagiarized my fic and turned it into a D*rarry. Please please PLEASE check their user profile and see if your work has been plagiarized. They change fic titles but completely lift the fic.
// family, crack, please indulge me I couldn't resist
"Mummy?"
Hermione paused her furious scribbling to find her youngest, Cassie, wiping her eyes sleepily, her stuffed otter grasped close to her chest.
"Oh, bunny, what's happened? Why are you up?"
// dramione, pageant AU, long ish, part 1 of ???
Is this real?
The words repeated over and over in Hermione's head as the confetti rained down on her. Her arms were full to bursting with heaps of flowers thrust upon her.
Lyra Hyacinth Granger-Malfoy was born on the day her mummy was supposed to take the Hogwarts Express back to her second favorite place in the world.
Not to be outdone, she was born at exactly 10:59 a.m. She had her mum's curls, her dad's eyes, and a voice demanding to be heard.
At around 5-8 months old, Lyra stops trusting men who aren't her Uncle Harry. This annoyed Draco so much that he started wearing glasses, but of course the hair would always be a dead giveaway.
// jealousy and fluff
Draco wakes up to find the other side of bed completely empty. He rubs the sleep from his eyes, and attempts to hone in on the small noises around him. There is none.
He stands up, pads to the en suite and brushes his teeth, thinking it's probably
// dramione fluff, family
"Daddy, Daddy come on, faster I wanna see the rainbow!" Lyra had just finished pulling on her duck-adorned wellies and every step she took was accompanied by a squeak.
"Darling, I think we need some time apart."
Draco paused. "What brought this on?"
"Not too long, just 48 hours, probably," Hermione pushed.
"Hermione, what is going on?"
"Taylor Swift is releasing a new album and I need to feel it, Draco."
"Draco," Hermione pouted at him not unlike a child. "Let me taste it."
"Come and get it," he replied, tightening his grip. He sat leisurely on the other end of the bedroom in her favorite reading chair. He loved it when she begged.
// nsfw ish
"Back so early?"
Hermione nearly jumped out of her skin at the voice that greeted her when she closed the door to her flat. Harry smirked at her from behind his giant mug of coffee.
// nsfw mentions
"No."
"No?"
"No."
Hermione crossed her arms resolutely across her chest, not minding the way Draco exasperatedly swiped his palm over his face.
"Draco? Are you okay? What are you staring at?"
"I...Theo I need to see Madam Pomfrey right this second."
"Mate, you're scaring me, what's wrong?"
"I think I've been cursed."
"I'm moving in," he said with finality. "We're raising it together."
Hermione moved to place his hand on her belly.
"Her," she said. "We're raising her together."
x
// Hermione has a bad gaydar and assumes that Draco is gay bc he has never seen her with anyone else but Theo so she befriends and is super intimate and affectionate with him only to find out that Draco is actually bi and Theo /is/ his ex but Draco has been helping him maintain a
// nsfw ish
"Potter. I need your help."
"The Draco Malfoy is asking me for help? Well that's something you don't see everyday."
"I could do without the snark," Draco sneered. "I got Granger for the office gift exchange. What should I get her?"
// cw sickness
"Draco."
"Mmm."
"Draco, wake up, you need to eat before your potion."
The moment Draco attempts to open his eyes, he wants to squeeze them shut again. It was too bright.
"It's too bright."
"It's daytime, silly." She tries to laugh, but ends up coughing fit.
// fluff and denial
Hermione closed the front door of their flat behind her and was assaulted by the smell of buttered popcorn.
"Hey, Granger," Pansy greeted from the couch. Ginny's red hair was a beacon against the light from the TV screen. "How was your date with Malfoy?"
// cw: nsfw (-ish?)
"Granger."
"Mm?"
"If I asked you out, would you say yes?"
In this moment, they were technically already out, in a muggle park in London. She was sat between his legs, his back on a tree and hers on his chest. But no, she supposes, this wasn't a date.
// family fluff
"I swear, I packed it!"
"Should've never let Granger cast that charm. We've gotten far too cocky."
"I wasn't the one who packed our son five outfits for a day out."
"Just hurry!"
// nsfw
"This, this is the exact reason I tell Potter to keep his mouth shut!" Draco fumed as he assisted Hermione through the floo and into his flat. "Seriously, Granger. What the hell were you thinking?!"
// dramione, sickness
If being a witch didn't stop one from getting sick, then what was the point of it all?
This was the thought that swirled through Hermione's migraine-addled brain as she stared at one spot in the ceiling,
In my Dramione headcanon:
1. Lyra is a little shit
2. Scorpius is the calm one
3. Leo is chaos in human form
4. Carina is clingy
5. Orion is Mumma's boy
Do they have five children all the time? Not necessarily.
// draco and lyra, acts of service, kidfic
Lyra always always always looked forward to Saturday morning walks with her Daddy. They have been doing it since forever, since she was a wee thing, he told her.
"Okay," she said. "I guess I can wear this scratchy dress if it helps Grandmother and Grandfather."
Hermione tilted Lyra's face up and placed a gentle kiss on the tip on her nose.
"Thank you , Duckie," she said. "And when we're home, you can go back to your jim jams."
#flufftober2022
Day 15: Accidents don't just happen accidentally
Pairing: Dramione
cw: medical talk, the return of Healer Malfoy
Draco was unable to hide his grimace when he saw the name on the clipboard the nurse on duty just handed him.
"This is the third time this week."
#flufftober2022
Day 7: Shooting Stars
Pairing: Dramione
"Papa."
Draco was too busy enjoying his time with his wife on the Quidditch field at Hogwarts to hear.
"Papa."
It was much louder this time.
// long drabble
"Mummy!"
"That's right, lil guy, that's your Mummy!"
"Dada?"
"No Dada, bud, I'm sorry. Your Dada doesn't like pictures."
The pout took up the entirety of the toddler's face, from his big brown eyes to his drooping lips.
"I want Dada," Scorpius cried.
// When they start living together Hermione "accidentally" wears one of Draco's track pants and ends up stealing it bc it's just so warm and in retaliation Draco starts wearing her fun socks and they end up becoming wayy too loose too soon
Draco, Theo, Blaise and Harry barely registered the blonde as she swept by them, while they were putting on the final touches on the surprise "welcome home" party they'd prepared for her.
"Wasn't that Lyra?" Draco asked as Hermione came into view, frowning sort of reluctantly.
// fluff, Professor AU
Teapot, check. Fluffy bunny slippers, check. Supply of red pens, check.
Hermione was ready for a night of finally crossing off one thing off her to do list: grading the essays of her fifth year Transfiguration students.
"For as long as you'd like."
Her reply rocked him to his core. He dared not question it. He melted further into her touch, she in his, and together they sank into sleep.
x
// domestic dramione
Hermione's son Scorpius was the talk of the night. He looked dapper in his little suit and caught the eye of many attendees at the party. The adults around him made cooing sounds and asked for high fives, all of which he obliged.
// domestic, fluffy and cozy, Hermione PMS-ing
Over the years, Draco had learned to keep an eye out for the symptoms.
"Good morning, darling," he muttered to her, placing a kiss on the part of her head that peeked from underneath the covers. "Are you feeling sick?"
// dramione, healer draco, any child of draco's is draco
"Granger, you said this was an emergency," Draco mumbled between his teeth as he looked at his son the examination table.
"It wasn't me. It was Scorpius."
"It's a mergency, Daddy!" The little boy cried clutching his leg.
"You can't keep giving my son chocolate milk to shirk your responsibilities when you're babysitting him!" Pansy whisper shouted.
"And you can't keep giving my daughter pretty dresses to make her like you more than her own father," Draco drawled lazily.
"So it's working?"
"The thing is, this plus one is stuck with me," Hermione said, voice almost choking, "for at least eight more months."
Draco turned around to see tears welling in Hermione's eyes and the remnant sparks of a pregnancy detection spell.
x
"It was you? All this time? It was you who did that?"
Harry's eyes shot up. Hermione was looking at him, a look of disgust on her face.
"Mione, I don't—"
"Sectumsempra."
The last thing Hermione considered was that Draco Malfoy would be a dog person.
But oh my God. Was he a dog person.
They'd gotten Dashiell after Crookshanks had passed. He'd brought her to a shelter as a surprise and she had been adamant about rescuing another senior cat,
I don't think about you anymore.
Ironic, isn't it? To write to you to say this.
But I just woke up today and realized that I don't think about you anymore. And felt it important enough to let you know.
// inebriated behavior, crack
"It's idiotic."
"It's worth a shot."
"No."
"Come on, try it!"
"It sounds ridiculous!"
"If you do it I'll snog Potter."
Now that was too good of a deal to pass up.
// fluff
🍂
His gray eyes are the last thing she sees before she closes her own. She hears the crunch of leaves underfoot and before she knows it, his lips are on hers. He caresses them, sends electricity down her spine and pulls away far too quickly for her liking.
"Your companion is at table 7, right by the window."
Hermione must have heard the maitre d' wrong. She was supposed to be here on a blind date, which meant that she was supposed to be meeting a stranger.
"Granger, what are you doing?"
"Just...imagining things. And it's Granger-Malfoy."
"Alright, Granger-Malfoy. Imagining what?"
"Our baby with your nose."
"Wait...are you...?"
"Yes."
// cw nsfw-ish
The first casualty was a porcelain swan. It had shattered to the floor with a loud crash when he swept her up and around his waist.
"Leave it," he whispered against her lips. He captured her mouth in his and they continued like this towards his bedroom.
Perhaps, he thought, Hermione should have led with that.
"Well—" he sputtered. "I guess you're right, there are plenty of benefits! Come on then, off to school."
x
// violence, unhinged Dramione in the future, mostly Lyra
"—behavior is unacceptable."
Draco caught Hermione's Mum is Not Mad, She is Disappointed voice once the roar of fire from the floo died down.
// Harmony domestic fluff
"And then what happened?"
Hermione heaved a huge yawn, and when she opened her eyes, Harry was still there, arms hugging her knees, green eyes bright with concern.
"We'll continue tomorrow, love."