Eighth Year
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The one thing Draco Malfoy hated more than Christmas was snow. Snow had a habit of ruining your plans, causing delays, and generally making you damp. But this Christmas Day blesses him with his third and fourth least favorite things as well: crying girls and Hermione Granger. || 13 GOING ON 30 AU x A CHRISTMAS CAROL
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Malfoy has a kink for stealing Granger’s panties and an even bigger fascination of seeing her in them.
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When Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her eighth year, she finds herself re-sorted into Slytherin.
+++“Take off that fucking dress, Hermione.” Theo snapped as he kicked off his trainers and tore his jumper off with ease. There was just an expanse of olive skin and sculpted chest, his body making Hermione pant.
“Granger, I would listen to Theo, he’s really not pleased with you,” Draco said, his trainers being neatly placed by the sofa as he stripped off his jumper, throwing it onto the floor next to Theo’s.
Hermione was sitting there, the naked torso of Draco with his seeker body and Sectumsempra scars on one side and Theo with his bedroom eyes and pouty mouth on the other. So she did what any witch with half a brain would do at that moment.
She took off her fucking dress.
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Honey and Lavender by purplexsalt, slytherindiaries
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
22 May 2026
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“Because I thought we were—”
“Friends?” Draco spits out. He scoffs. “Right.”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Draco doesn’t say anything, and every time he moves to walk around her, she sidesteps him, cutting off his path. “Drac—”
His eyes snap to hers. Fuck. He’d imagined it, fantasised over hearing his name fall from her lips in a variety of different ways. Somehow, even in anger, hearing it is better than anything he’d dreamt up.
“Because I don’t want to be your fucking friend, Granger!” he yells.
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Or, where Draco Malfoy is a complete and utter simp for Hermione Granger and extremely dramatic about it
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Theo cocks his head to the size, studying the Gryffindor. “Draco’s my best friend, you know.”
Hermione freezes as panic wells up inside, threatening to overflow. “And what does that have to do with me?”
“It means I know everything about him. All his secrets.” He leans in and sniffs her hair lightly. “Tell me, is that…vanilla I smell?”Where Theodore Nott meddles and Hermione and Draco almost get caught.