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Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 28

“Granger, your handsome Slytherin trio has won you the education reform. Me being the handsome one, of course.” Declared Theodore Nott as he crossed the threshold to her office. Blaise followed him chuckling and Draco closed the door as he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, at least that’s good news! Why are you three really here? Should I be worried? You look like you are up to something.” She laughed.

“Blaise and your beloved Draco are here to appeal to your bleeding heart. I, on the other hand, just want to see if your secretary is single because I would very much like to get into her…”

“THEODORE NOTT!” she shouted.

“What? I was going to say good graces, I want to get into her good graces. Did you think I was going to say I wanted to get into her knickers? Granger! You naughty Gryffindor! Although I do find her rather shaggable.” He said, inspecting his fingernails with practiced nonchalance.

Hermione rolled her eyes and scoffed while Blaise and Draco tried to hide their laughter behind some fake cough. 

“Theo, she’s barely thirty years old. Definitely too young for you!” Hermione objected.

“Oh but I assure you, I’m very immature!” he replied with a smirk and a hand over his heart.

“He is, Hermione. Extremely immature. Childish, even” Replied Draco. “But, we are not here to talk about Theo’s immaturity. Blaise has recently brought to my attention an issue that you will certainly want to address.”

“What is it? Is it something serious or are you three here to waste my time?” She looked at the three of them suspiciously.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 17

Hermione made herself some coffee and waited on the sofa. When the time came, she took the broken mirror out of her pocket and unfolded the napkin, the moment it activated she touched it and she felt like she was being pulled inside a tornado. She landed roughly at the Portkey Arrivals gate at the Kingsford Smith International Airport. She went through the Wizarding security checks and then she met Ron. “Hey, ‘Mione! How are you?” He hugged her tight. “Hello Ron! I’m a bit drowsy but I have a potion, give me a moment.” She took the anti-disconbobulating potion from her beaded bag and drank it in one single gulp. She felt better and mentally thanked Malfoy. “Look at you, Ron, all tanned! You look like an Aussie already!” “I must say, things are going really well for me here.” “I’m so happy for you! And thank you, for looking out for my parents.” “You know I always cared about them, that hasn’t changed.” “What did the healers say?” “I’m taking you there right now so you can talk to them directly.” He held out his arm, when she took it, he apparated them to the Ursula Southeil Hospital for Magical Maladies. They entered the hall and Ron purposefully strode towards the information desk. “Hey, Mate.” He said to the wizard on duty. “I have an appointment to see Healer Alinta Cavanaugh.” The wizard checked the parchment in front of him “Second floor, ambulatory number 24, turn right when you get to the second floor, fifth door on the left side.” “Thanks Mate.” As they climbed up the stairs, they met quite a few healers along the way. Unlike the healers at St. Mungo’s, who wore very unpractical robes, the healers here wore regular muggle scrubs in different colors. Hermione and Ron reached the ambulatory and knocked. The door opened and a witch about their age, with dark hair, dark eyes and traditional tattoos on her forehead and chin greeted them, she was wearing blue scrubs. “Hello Mr Weasley. You must be Minister Granger. I’ve read a lot about you.” “Hello Healer Cavanaugh. I sure hope your source material wasn’t the Daily Prophet or you’ll have a really poor opinion of me.” “Oh no, don’t worry. I hate the Prophet.” She gestured dismissively.

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter five

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148422619

“Hermione Granger! Why are you dressed like a sad, grey, bureaucrat? Have I taught you nothing?” Cried out Pansy walking into Hermione’s office at the Ministry.

“Because I am a sad, grey, bureaucrat.” She deadpanned. “Pansy Parkinson! We thought we’d lost you forever!” Hermione stood up from her desk to greet her friend with a tight hug.

“Ally was getting desperate. Orders have kept coming and, with Christmas approaching, I just couldn’t leave her alone. I just portkeyed in, I thought I’d stop by.” Pansy shrugged.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re just back temporarily?” Hermione frowned slightly.

“I’m still undecided. Lei Ailun is wonderful, but I miss you girls and my shop. I told him I didn’t know if I would go back. He didn’t push me either way.”

“Did you want him, to push you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She sat down on one of the armchairs, elegantly crossing her legs at the ankles. “It would have been nice if he had tried to convince me to stay with him. But then, maybe, I would have found it overbearing. Oh well, I’ll just deal with the shop for now and see how things go.”

“I’m happy to see you, either way.”

“You, Ms Granger, are coming over to the shop the moment you clock off. I need to fix that mess.” She vaguely gestured to Hermione before she stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be waiting for you at quarter past five. I’ll contact the others and we can all meet afterwards. Does Greg still keep a table for us?”

“He actually put a brass plaque on our table. It says ‘Permanently reserved for The Troublesome Seven and friends’.” Hermione said with a laugh.

“That’s good, because we’ll need it.” And with that, she spun on her heels and marched towards the lifts. 

THANK YOU AO3 VOLUNTEERS WE SAY IN UNISON

One in Ten Thousand

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59833996

Written for the @baby-bumps-broomsticks Baby Shower Bingo. Prompt D4 on my card: Surprise, it's Triplets!

I have been absent for a few weeks, my fics have not been updated and I haven't managed to write a word, not for lack of trying. This year has been intense and I am mentally exhausted; my BED is back with a vengeance and I barely sleep. I'd need a vacation but that's not going to happen any time soon. I'm going to take some time off. I'll still be reading, obviously, but I'm putting my writing to rest for a bit, hopefully not too long.

I would probably cry.

Reblog this if you would not only accept, but welcome fan art, moodboards, etc. of your fics

All of these used to be so common for people to show their appreciation of different fics and authors, and I think it’s a shame people don’t do it anymore. I love seeing fan work for my fics!!

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 26

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.

I have three modes of reading

Dont read

Read a 500 page book in a day

Read only fanfiction until my eyeballs drop out of my skull from exhaustion