Virgin Dramione
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“Don’t you think that’s rather redundant, Professor?”
The voice was small, almost hesitant as if the speaker was unsure if they were being disrespectful. Draco caught a soft scoff from a blonde in the corner—Astoria, of course.
When his gaze finally landed on the source of the voice, he froze.Shite.
Big espresso-shot eyes stared at him, glistening in the sunlight, framed by thick, dark lashes. She bit down on her cherry-red bottom lip, her front teeth and sharp canines pressing into the flesh. Thick brown curls cascaded down her neck, and she tilted her head side to side, like a curious tawny owl.
She was fucking gorgeous.
Draco swallowed hard, hoping his face didn’t betray the sudden wave of stunned attraction.
She was his student. He was her professor.
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“What do you say, Granger? Be my fake girlfriend this year and I’ll see that you win this competition. The Mastery of your dreams is right at your fingertips.”
Or, Hermione enters a (reluctant) partnership with Draco to win a Potions Mastery competition while he evades the betrothal arranged by his parents.
Art/fic collab.
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His Favourite Student by slytherindiaries for rattlebag
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Dec 2022
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“How many times have I told you about your skirt, Ms. Potter? I should take points from your house.”
She licks those plump, pink lips, moving around the table toward him. “Yet you never do.” Another step. “Why is that?” She cocks her head, looking at him, a smirk tugging at her lips.
Her fucking sass… He doesn’t answer.
“I think you like when my skirt is too short, Professor Malfoy.” -
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“Or you’ll die. Really.”
Hermione put all the derision she was capable of projecting colour those words, allowing it to just hang in the air.
“Granger, you have no idea the impact those periwinkle ruffles had on me,” Draco said defensively, before immediately looking at his feet again — the bloody coward.
She scoffed. “Ha! I think you saw your first exposed collarbone and it broke your brain.”
Blaise turned to Draco. “I mean, she’s not wrong, mate. That’s basically what happened.”
“Shut it, Zabini. Granger, I realise I’m not your favourite person and I understand why this is hard for you to accept —”
“You just told me you made an Unbreakable Vow in bloody fourth year — something that Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dumbass over here helped with — that you would have sex with me before you graduated from Hogwarts. And now if you don’t shag me in the next few days, you'll die. Not just sex with someone, full stop, mind you. It has to be sex with me. Muggle-born, notorious swot and insufferable know-it-all Hermione Jean Granger. Me.”
Draco swallowed. “Yes. It has to be you.”
“I call bullshit.”
8th Year Fuck or Die AU. Enjoy!
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A prank looms on the horizon, one that will destroy Draco's already shredded reputation.
The jokes already exist about him lowering his wand, and about whether or not he'll ever be able to get it up again.
And if the entire school were to just so happen to find out he was still a virgin? Yeah. You see the problem.But he soon finds out that he's not the only one.
And that might be the thing that saves him.