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From Wiltshire, With Love by MistressLynn for Misdemeanor1331, GeriatricPeepshow, janblues, MykEsprit, Pir_PirOmanka, Kayrinait, Shampoo_ish
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
23 Dec 2021
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Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are his true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself.
WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit
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2nd Place BAMF!Hermione..............................................................
Draco cut her off. “You may have my wand, but you're not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.”
Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.”
“So. Is. Mine.” He growled back. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “I already told you I'd be more careful next time.”
She better be.
“One more thing.”
“What, Malfoy?” she snapped, still angry she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted.
He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.”
She stared back in defiance. “We both are.”
He couldn’t argue with that.
She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.
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- Part 1 of From Wiltshire, With Love
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HIATUS UPDATE: Expect a new chapter the first week of June and regular biweekly updates going forward! :)
Hello, all! Due to some personal issues I will be on a writing hiatus for a couple months! I promise my fics are NOT abandoned, I will be returning shortly 🥰
What if Malfoy staked his claim on Hermione Granger during 6th Year? What if she discovered his secret and demanded he go to Dumbledore? What if Dumbledore had a way to hide him? How much would Draco change if instead of falling victim to the Dark Lord, he fell in love? And if, at the greatest crossroads of his life, Draco Malfoy fell in love- who would he become then?
7th Year retelling with 6th year flashback throughout.
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The War of the Malfoys by MissiAmphetamine (Kaleidoscope)
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
16 Feb 2026
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When a pandemic of Runespoor Fever sweeps through the wizarding world at the end of 2003, leaving a full quarter of its victims infertile, the International Confederation of Wizards takes drastic action. A marriage and reproductive law is enacted, throwing the wizarding world into upheaval.
Lightly inspired by the 1989 film The War of the Roses, (but without the animal death,) and our own recent pandemic.
She was wearing one of her neat, buttoned-up outfits as always; brown herringbone trousers and a silky cream blouse that covered her from throat to wrist, her hair braided around her head but not quite as neat as usual. He stopped several feet from her and frowned. “Why do you smell of smoke, Granger?”
“Does it really matter, Malfoy?” She skewered him with a glare, arms folding across her chest. “Perhaps I took up smoking.”
“And did you?”
She gave him an ‘are you mad?’ look. “No, I burnt down my office,” she said exasperatedly, as if it should’ve been obvious, and he tried to refrain from giving her an ‘are you mad?’ look in return.
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He was marrying someone else, even though he had spent the last four years saying he loved her.
Russian translations:
https://ficbook.net/readfic/12704988
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45122392/chapters/113510761 -
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"You can’t run from me, little doll," his deep voice growled into the silence, his breath hot against my skin as his fingers traced my jaw, possessive and unyielding. "You were made for me, and no one else will ever touch what’s mine."
I struggled to break free, my heart pounding in fear and anger. "I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s. I have a life, a purpose—"
"You are mine," he interrupted, his red eyes locking onto mine, daring me to deny him. "Your life, your purpose... they belong to me now. The sooner you accept it, the less you’ll suffer."
I didn’t understand his obsession, his claim over me, but one thing was clear—this wasn’t love. It was something darker, more dangerous, and completely unrelenting.