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Fred loved a good party. And Christmas. And suprises. George intends to see his brother's last Weasley product realized...
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“Malfoy?”
God. He hasn’t heard her say his name in years, and certainly not with so little derision.
“Granger,” he returns, paying her the same courtesy.
She steps closer and a small part of him relishes the fact he’s distracted her from what was evidently a single-minded pursuit.
“What’re you doing here?” she demands.
“In my shop?” He leans his hip against the counter and crosses his arms over his chest. “Commerce, I expect.”
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Or, when Draco owns an apothecary and Hermione can't bring herself to pay.
Written for D/Hr Advent 2025
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He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP. Now complete with the epilogue.
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The one that started it all, my gateway into madness — the OG Dramione fic
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The one where he loses his memories of her and their secret relationship, in the midst of the war.
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“I wanted dinner. With someone who wouldn’t— who doesn’t—”
“Talk?” he offered.
She huffed a laugh. “Think. Much. Loudly. In my vicinity.”
A pause, wry and weightless. “I can be remarkably stupid on request.”
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Hermione Granger’s latest experiment in the Department of Mysteries goes, technically speaking, catastrophically tits-up. The result? She can suddenly hear everyone’s thoughts. It’s a nightmare.
Except Draco Malfoy’s.
Around him, the world goes silent — blissfully, impossibly silent.
So she clings to him for relief; he pretends he’s not quietly losing his mind over her; the Brains in jars judge them both; and feelings start happening without anyone’s permission.
Magical neuroscience, catastrophic intimacy, and one very besotted Auror who never stood a chance.