New Wip 'The Things Nobody Says'

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!

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 14

A while later there was a knock on the door, Eniiyi came through “Mr Malfoy is here, would you like me to let him through?” Hermione nodded in response and Eniiyi, before walking away said “I’ll start heading down for the hearing if you don’t need anything else.”

“I’m fine Eniiyi, go right ahead, I’ll see you later.” Replied Hermione. Eniiyi left and Malfoy came through the door, shutting it behind his back.

“Good morning, Granger. Are you not coming to the hearing?” He asked.

“No, Eniiyi will be there to imply my support without overshadowing Cho’s great work. I’d like to hear your thoughts about it though, I’ll review Eniiyi’s memory when she gets back. Perhaps, you could write a short recap later tonight?”

“Very well, I’ll owl you later.” He nodded and turned around to leave but, before he opened the door, Hermione said

“Did you know Parkinson has a muggle phone?”

He looked at her with a brow raised high. “Parkinson has a muggle what now?”

She huffed. “A phone, Malfoy! It’s a clever bit of technology, much better communication method than floo calls and owl post. You should ask her to help you get one yourself.”

Malfoy shrugged, muttering something under his breath, and left. Hermione got back to work, putting aside all thoughts of what was going on in the Wizengamot chambers. She focused on reading through all the notes she had from the various departments.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 5 - the first chapter with some smut

Christmas break came and Hermione left the school to visit her parents. Before leaving she had left a small package on Draco’s desk, nothing fancy, just a few sugar quills, which she knew he loved, and a pair of protective gloves for potion brewing, because she’d had to heal his hands on multiple occasions when he’d had to intervene quickly before a student could blow up the classroom or kill everyone with toxic fumes. 

Malfoy would stay in the castle over the holidays, using the excuse of having to watch over the children who didn’t have families, to avoid returning to his own Manor, where the stench of death and the gloom of black magic still hung in the air. He walked with her to the three broomsticks, casting a warming charm over both of them and an impervious charm to protect them from the snow that was slowly falling over the school grounds.

“Have a nice holiday, Hermione.” He said, tucking a lose strand of her hair behind her ear as they reached the pub.

“You too, Draco. Feel free to take books from my room if you want something to read.” She held out her hand to shake his, but instead, he used her hand to pull her into a hug. Hermione felt awkward at first, but then relaxed into the warmth of his chest and lightly kissed his cheek before stepping away to enter the pub to access the floo.

The sky was incredibly blue and the air was extremely cold when she appeared in the backyard of her parents’ house. She was surprised at first, but then remembered that Scotland was very much further up north, sometimes she forgot that. She had flooed from the three broomsticks to the leaky cauldron and apparated from there, it had taken less than two minutes to travel more than 900km.

Her parents were both happy to see her, but, on a closer look, her mother seemed tense. Hermione told them about her job, about Andrew Chapman and how he was now top of his class; she told them about how strange it felt to be working with her own professors but that having a colleague who was her own classmate helped.

“Who is this classmate you work with? Do we know him?” Asked her father.

“You’ve met him once, but he was a nightmare back then. Luckily, now he has changed. We read together, I’m teaching him about muggle literature.” She said with a big smile on her face.

“What’s his name? Is he in the books?” Her mother asked with a clouded expression.

“He is in the books, but he’s not the same anymore, I promise. Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.”

Her mother scoffed. “I guess we’ll find out when we get to read them. They were sold out when we went to buy them.”

Her father wanted to talk about the books and the upcoming movies. He was curious about how the news had been received in the Wizarding World. He then proceeded to update Hermione on the teeth of each of their patients. 

When Hermione wished them goodnight, her mother followed her. Before she could step on the stairs, her mother pulled her into their home office.

“Come here, Hermione. I need to talk to you.” She went towards the desk, turned on her computer and showed her a website, it was called AO3. The website itself was rather unimpressive. Hermione didn’t understand what the problem could be with such an innocent-looking website.

“When you asked us to look on the internet to see what came out, we started googling your name and other keywords every day. When we saw that nothing serious appeared, we reduced to once a week.” 

She had a strange expression, something in between conspiratorial and ashamed. “Well, two weeks ago I googled your name and some… stuff came up. I have since told your father not to do any more research on you. But after what you said before… what is your relationship with this Malfoy boy?” 

“We’re friends, colleagues. Why?” Hermione didn’t understand where this conversation was headed and felt uncomfortable.

“Well, you should read some of this, privately. I don’t know what you can do about it though. I got you a laptop, it’s in your room. You’ll find the links in the browser history.”

“I will mum, thank you.” Her mother left and Hermione went upstairs, washed, put on her pajamas and sat on her bed with the laptop. She opened the browser and searched the history. All links brought to the same website her mother had shown her, AO3. Before reading anything, she decided to find out more about the website itself. AO3 was the acronym for Archive of Our Own. A website, run by volunteers, where people could post fanfiction. She googled the definition of fanfiction first, then started reading the first link in the browser history. It was a short story, ten thousand-ish words. The title was, honestly, rather lame “The Library”.

The things nobody says

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55230319/chapters/140089885

This story is a work in progress. I'm not really sure when I'll update it because it's... very personal. Writing it is cathartic but at the same time gut wrenching. I will finish it at some point, hopefully by the end of the year. 

Trailblazing and Stargazing - Chapter 23

‘Minister of Magic turns Death-eater whore’

‘Hermione Granger gets down and dirty on the beach’

‘From Weasley to Malfoy, Granger plows through the pureblood families of Britain’

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 20

The month of February was a whirlwind. The Grangers had moved back into their home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, the reform was brought to the Wizengamot for a third time and, as expected, rejected. It would, hopefully, be approved in the second week of March. The Werewolf Integration Act had caused quite a stir and the Ministry had, again, received several howlers.

Her life had been, overall, hectic, but on Friday the 26th she had time to meet with Ginny and Luna for lunch. They met at the Leaky Cauldron because, as lovely as she was, Luna had a tendency to risk breaching the statute of secrecy when out around muggles. Her friends were already sitting at a table when Hermione arrived, she stopped at the bar to order her drink before joining them.

“Hello Hermione!” Said Luna in her dreamy, tinkling voice as she lowered her Spectrespecs from her head to her nose. “You are surprisingly wrackspurt-free. I’m glad to see things are turning out all right.”

“Hello Luna! I am, in fact, doing rather well, all things considered. How are you?” Hermione said as she sat down with her friends at the wooden table, hanging her bag on the back of her chair.

“I’m doing well, settling down in Hogsmeade, I’ve already met with Minerva and Hagrid about my teaching position next year. But Ginny has news. Her head is full of wrackspurts but she won’t tell me why, she wanted to wait for you and not have to repeat it.”

“What news, Ginny?” Asked Hermione as she accepted her butterbeer from the waiter.

“I’ve received an offer from the Harpies. They want to hire me as second coach, I’d become Head Coach when Sylvie Goray retires next year.” Said Ginny before taking a long sip of her butter beer.

“That is great Ginny!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Oh, yes. A thrilling prospect!” Chimed Luna.

“It is, and I’m honored. But I’m not sure. I haven’t told Harry yet.” Ginny sighed, slouching.

“Why not? Surely he’d support you.” Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s arm.

“He would, but working as a coach would mean I’d be away most weekends. During the week Harry comes home late every night. We would hardly see each other anymore.”

This comment right here made me smile. I will get back to this story, it's not abandoned, just on hold.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 21

“Granger.” Zabini and Nott said in unison, slightly nodding in acknowledgment. 

She held out her hand to each of them in turn and, of course, they did the pretend kiss instead of shaking it like normal people. Pureblood etiquette! She managed not to roll her eyes. She should give herself another Order of Merlin First Class just for this incredible act of self-control.

“Zabini, Nott. A pleasure to meet you. Your muggle tuxedos are perfect, I suppose Pansy helped?”

“I can’t speak for Blaise, but I’m always perfect.” Smirked Nott. Hermione laughed, Draco snorted.

Zabini rolled his eyes. “Nott, if it weren’t for Pansy, you would have come here looking like my Great Aunt Cornelia when she comes back from vacationing around the world wearing bits and bobs from every country.”

“Now I absolutely need to meet her!” Chuckled Hermione.

“Three Snakes and a Lioness, I could write a story about this and become even more famous than Beedle the Bard” came Pansy’s voice. She was wearing a long black dress, with a high slit and a high neckline, the bodice was covered in lace. Her eyes quickly met Hermione’s who nodded imperceptibly.

“This is Agathe Fournier, my girlfriend.” She looked her friends in the eyes and squeezed Agathe’s hand. Agathe was rather petite, her hair was a light shade of brown and it was tied in a low bun at the nape of her neck. She was wearing a pink dress, with a corseted top and a full tulle skirt that reached her calves. She smiled timidly.

“Hello Agathe, I’m Hermione. I’m so happy to meet you.” Hermione shook her hand vigorously.

“Nice to meet you Hermione. Pansy told me you are her first client here in Britain.” Unlike Fleur, Agathe barely had a French accent.

Draco took Agathe’s hand and brought it towards his lips without actually kissing it. “Enchanté. I’m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.”

Hermione barely held back a snort. She could actually picture Draco as a wizarding James Bond. Nott and Zabini pretend-kissed Agathe’s hand, introduced themselves and greeted Pansy.

“Pans, are all witches this beautiful in France? Because I’m thinking of moving there if that’s the case.” Theo whispered, all too loudly, in his friend’s ear.

“The witches of Great Britain would be devastated to lose you, I’m sure.” Scoffed Blaise from behind.

Pansy rolled her eyes. “If you behave, I might think about introducing you to someone. Salazar knows it’s about time you two gave up your rakish ways.”

“You sound like my mother, Pans.” Laughed Draco as they reached their seats in the center of the Grand Tier.

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