Fics I Loved - Part 4 - Girl On A Train

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 26

A snippet from chapter 1 of Trailblazing & Stargazing

Voldemort was dead. Again. They had made it back to present day, safe and sound. The children had gone back to Hogwarts. The grownups, including none other than reformed Death Eater, former school bully, overall nightmare of their childhood Draco Malfoy, had spent a few hours at Grimmauld Place going over the latest events. Harry and Ginny seemed to have finally accepted that Albus was a Slytherin and Scorpius Malfoy was his best friend. They were going to have to deal with the ferret more in the future and were trying to digest that. Ron still didn’t like Draco one bit, but Hermione appreciated the fact that they had both been civil to each other. 

She dreaded the moment Ron would realize that Scorpius had a huge crush on Rose, and the feeling was probably mutual, although Rose herself didn’t seem to be aware of that just yet. She thought Malfoy had changed dramatically, long gone was the spoiled racist brat he had been in school. The war had changed him, just like it had changed them, and the whole tragedy of his wife’s blood curse and subsequent death had left deep scars on him. He was now a generous man and he was still trying to atone for his sins, most of society had forgiven him but he couldn’t seem to forgive himself. Scorpius was a nice kid as well, he looked just like his dad at that age but had a kind smile instead of a mean smirk. He’d grow up to be a good man, without his father’s traumatic past. Draco was a good dad, much unlike Lucius.

Hermione and Ron apparated back into the garden and walked inside their empty two-story brick house. When they had married they had chosen to live in a muggle town on the outskirts of London, similar to where she had grown up. They had muggle technology, like a fridge and a TV, and magical commodities such as floo connection and owl post. Both she and Ron had gotten driving licenses and the children had attended muggle primary school, together with the Potters, before going to Hogwarts. They had the best of both worlds and Hermione really wanted to make it easier for other wizarding families to do the same.

“I’ll make some tea. Are you hungry?” asked Ron, nervously threading his hand through his slightly thinning, but still very brightly ginger, hair. 

“Yes please! I’m starving, really! I’m too old for battling evil wizards, I’m afraid.” Replied Hermione sitting down on the sofa. 

Her hair was still wild, as if it struggled to contain her energy, but some strands here and there were turning grey and she had a few thin lines at the corners of her eyes. She was never one to care about glamour charms or muggle make-up. She showed the signs of her age proudly, she had earned every one of them through the pain, joy, loss and achievement she had gone through in her 41 years of life. Not that she was old, but society always expected women to look like horny teenagers and she would have none of that rubbish.

She picked up one of the many scrolls of parchment her personal assistant had left on the coffee table, as per previous agreement, for her to review. The wizarding world hadn't stopped while the Golden Trio was traveling through time to prevent history from changing for the worst, she had to keep up. She took her job as Minister of Magic very seriously, she was trying to change the future, thank you very much.

Ron handed her a steaming cup of tea and, not finding any room on the table, sat down balancing a plate of samosas on his knee. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said with a deep sigh while nervously tapping his fingers on a cushion. 

“Of course I do, I love you too Ron, you are my best friend.” Her eyes never lifted from the parchment as she replied and took a samosa from the plate. She took a bite, enjoying the spicy goodness within and then sipped her tea, still reading. 

“You are my best friend too ‘Mione.” He stopped for a second and swallowed air, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing. “That’s why I think we should get a divorce.”

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 7

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/149462107

Hermione peeked through the peep hole beside the entrance. Malfoy was right there, waiting for her. She heard the Fat Lady flirt with him and saw him squirm. He wore dark blue slacks and loafers, a white button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the first two buttons at the neck left open, and a thin blue jumper casually thrown over his broad shoulders, the sleeves of which were dangling over his muscular chest.

The dark mark had been covered by another tattoo, a phoenix, of all things. That was somehow fitting and unexpected at the same time, Hermione thought. He was, objectively speaking, beautiful. If he were a painting, she would probably get Stendhal Syndrome just by looking at him. But he wasn’t a painting. He was a person. A person with whom she shared a heavy baggage. Summoning her inner Gryffindor, she took a deep breath and stepped outside.

He smiled when he saw her. Not a smirk or a sneer but a bright, wide smile, with teeth that would make her parents squeak with glee.

“Hermione.” He paused. “Is it alright if I call you Hermione? I thought, since we are going on a date, perhaps we should be on a first name basis. But if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can still call you Granger.” His smile faltered for a brief moment.

Hermione breathed in through her nose and held her breath for a few seconds, then, as she exhaled, she said “Hello, Draco. First names are fine.” She smiled at him in return. His eyes sparkled in the candle light as he offered her his arm. Hermione placed her hand at the crook of his elbow and they quietly descended the stairs, heading towards the entrance hall.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 29

The following Saturday afternoon, Draco flooed to Hermione’s house carrying a large ceramic pot with a vanilla orchid totem in full bloom and a bottle of elf-made wine. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He called her but no reply came. He left the plant and wine on the dining table and ventured into her bedroom. There, he heard loud music blaring from the bathroom. He chuckled lightly. He could hear her voice butchering the tune as she sang at the top of her lungs. He walked back to the living room, not wanting to intrude. When he heard her walk back into the bedroom, he knocked to let her know he was there.

“Draco!” She said, opening the door. “I didn’t hear you floo in.” She was wrapped in a soft purple bathrobe, her hair tucked inside a matching towel, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I heard you were holding a concert in the bathroom and didn’t want to disturb” A wet strand of hair had escaped her haphazard turban and he curled it around his finger. “Are you, per chance, related to Celestina Warbeck?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious, Mr Malfoy. I like to sing and I don’t give two hoots if I’m not good at it. I’ll do it anyway!” She scoffed, jabbing her finger to his chest.

“I’ll make sure to learn some tuning charms.” He kissed her lips gently. “Or, keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” He laughed and jumped away as she swatted him.

“You are vile!” She laughed.

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Just a little introduction.

I'm Silvia and I live in Italy. I love to read, and write, obviously. Dance is my therapy and food is my love language. My favourite colour is turquoise and my favourite song is It's my life by bonjovi. Favourite food... tiramisù.

I have 3 children: a Ravenclaw, a Slytherin and a Gryffindor. I'm a Hufflepuff and hubby is a muggle.

He doesn't like Harry Potter and says that Dramione don't make sense together. I love him anyway.

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. 

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

When the Wizarding World found out about the Harry Potter Saga, and Hermione Granger discovered smutty fan-fiction.

Letters from the past

This was supposed to be a drabble. Just enough for an Instagram post. As it turns out, I am incapable of keeping things short. My take on the secret child prompt. Keep tissues ready because it hurts. @dhrmonth

P.S. I've edited the story on AO3. Why do I insist on posting at night, when I'm dead on my feet and couldn't spot a typo if it slapped me in the face?