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Hermione Granger gets caught staring at Draco Malfoy's crotch.
A/N: A series of smutty one-shots/drabbles set in the same universe.
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16 May 2026
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I’m right here. His brain screamed it at him. I can do it. Me.
Ask me.
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Neville pines for seventeen years.
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Paradise Found by quicknotesquim for Wanderingfair
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
04 Apr 2026
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Hermione is a lady. Mr Longbottom is her groundskeeper.
Her very handsome, broad-shouldered groundskeeper.
A Regency era muggle AU <3
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The Utter Inconvenience of Certain Inclinations by Molivier
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
02 Sep 2025
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Draco Malfoy moves in next door. Hermione reacts, as any reasonable person would, by setting her kitchen on fire. Things continue in that general vein.
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Gods, she was stupid.
And yet so incredibly warm, her body was crawling from the tips of her toes to every nerve ending in her head. Her gums kept filling with saliva; she’d swallow, and seconds later her mouth would be a pool of spit again. She rocked on her heels, inhaling and exhaling as though she’d never known air, itchy in her clothing, squirming in her skin. She could hear Bill and Charlie arguing in front of her, but their words were nothing more than a dull, distant drone.
She was stupid.
Bill had kindly taken her under his wing at Gringotts, and she’d been so eager to prove herself. Charlie had told her not to touch the clutch. He’d been quite direct. She hadn’t listened. She said herself no harm would come from a quick once-over. Eagerly, she’d wanted to show them she wasn’t a girl anymore, wasn’t their little brother’s ex-girlfriend. She was a woman. An esteemed witch. Defined by her own making.
Yet here she was, panting, clawing at her clothes, twitching on Charlie’s weathered, springy bed, while the two men argued over what to do with her.
