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Draco wearing a t shirt in red lighting - text on shirt reads “stay toxic”

Draco t shirt (back) says “missionary so we can keep arguing”

Missionary 🙏 #dracomalfoy #dramione #dhrart

I wrote this for a fest and I’m super proud of how it turned out 🥲😍

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archiveofourown.org/works/65828476

Is this cheating? It’s still just one post, so we’ll say it’s not 🙂‍↕️

(I like that we all hear “as nsfw as possible” and immediately think come)

New ✨️ #dramione #dhrart

1. This was so bloody stupid. “Too stupid to save your marriage?” The echo of her therapist’s concern still stung. She’d been at it for a few minutes, and the spit she used to get her started had long dried up. If anything, she was less aroused than when she got into bed. Hermione wasn’t one for giving up, but how much more could she give? It wasn’t her fault that Ron was off in the States building his joke shop empire. Nor could he reasonably expect her to quit her real job saving lives to follow him around. The silver glow of her patronus dimmed, casting the room in darker shadows. If she was going to do this, she needed to do it now. Ron had sent his panting, grunting, “wish this was your mouth fucking me” patronus a half hour ago, and she’d spent fifteen minutes after that laughing in embarassment. Once she was sure her otter was corporeal once more, Hermione shimmied underneath the duvet to a familiar clandestine position. Ron’s pillow was a smushed lump between her legs, but it wasn’t the thrill of defiling it that was warming her core. Her thoughts turned to the object of her lust for the last ten years. She was careful not to speak his name.

2. The first time Hermione had thought about Draco Malfoy, she hadn’t been thinking of him at all. It was his hands. Malfoy had a surgeon’s precision, so it didn’t come as a surprise to her that he would be a skilled Healer. Even at Hogwarts, his wandwork had been brutally efficient. He’d been the first in their residency to master intradermal sutures, and he’d done in it one day. Hermione studied his hands the same way she studied everything: with relentless devotion. She thought so long and hard about them until her fingers became his fingers, and in the bed she shared with her husband, Hermione was moaning curses and pleas that her patronus would relay to him across the ocean. “Faster, love, go faster. I’m so close.” Her hips put in the work her cramping hand couldn’t, until humping a pillow wasn’t enough. She squirmed recklessly on the edge of something she wasn’t sure she was ready for. “Need you. So-fucking-much. Inside me--filling me, all of me, yours, please, please!” In all her years with Ron, she’d never said those words to him. Never begged for it.

3. Her fingers obliged, curling along her front wall teasingly, but they were too small for what she was craving, and no amount of imagination could imitate it. With a frustrated yell, Hermione yanked the damp pillow out from under her and tossed it towards her patronus. Except, the otter was no longer there. Oh well. It’s not like Ron could tell whether she finished or not anyway. She expected his stupid jack russell to come bounding in through the wall any minute now, slobbering in his voice about how hot this was, claiming credit for her orgasm. Except, that didn’t happen either. The fireplace suddenly roared green. The floo in her bedroom connected only to St. Mungo’s for emergencies, and she was used to the nurses making midnight calls when the hospital was in need. Malfoy had never called her directly, however. Hermione scrambled to cover herself before approaching the fireplace. “Healer Malfoy, is everything alright?” “Granger,” he answered gruffly. “You woke me up. Not that I mind.”

4. “Malfoy, are you delirious? I didn’t wake you up. I’m at home. Where you called me.” He waved her confusion away. “Not you, per se, Granger. Your patronus.” Dread--burning, numbing dread tickled its way throughout her body.. “M-my patro-?” “You know, I wasn’t sure if it was still an otter, but then I heard your voice.” Even through the flames she could see his eyes darken. “There was no mistaking that sound. I’ve dreamt about it for years.” Her world started to spin. Draco Malfoy. Childhood enemy. Brilliant colleague. Dreaming about her. “Still with me, Granger?” She wasn’t even aware he was still talking. “Malfoy, look, I--” “I’m off at 6. Have breakfast with me.” He sounded so sure of himself--of this. But gods, if she wasn’t curious. It would be a lie to say she hadn’t wished things were different. “Breakfast, then. My place or yours?”

Dramione // E

//nsfw 🔞

I felt the overwhelming urge to draw some tender smut between Draco and Hermione after reading this lovely short story by the talented @dizzle00.bsky.social
Hope you like it!

#dramione #drh #myart

Hooters Hermione AU is here ready to WERK and SERVE.

Inspired by @omniluciestumbra.bsky.social Hooters Draco

✍️ may I take your order? 🦉
#dracomalfoy #art

New art inspired by Meet Me In Dreamland by Sinflowe81 on Ao3 #dramione #dhrart

Enemies by Day, Lovers by Night #dramione #dhr #dracoxhermione

Oh God I love #dramione so much ❤️

NSFW - virgin puritan Draco, MM, experienced Hermione //

Hermione questioned, after Harry's invisibility cloak was already draped across her shoulders, what in the hell she was doing.

It was nearing 1am when she began to creep from her eighth year bedroom to Draco's -- down the hall, take a right,

Hermione punches Draco with a large text saying POW! in the background

Punching fascists is a Hermione Granger approved pass time 🫡 #dramione #dhrart

🍂She'd found herself in Malfoy's office at St Mungo's. Again. It seemed she couldn't quite get enough of this particular Slytherin's venom. And that's what Draco's love was—a poison. She was utterly and undoubtedly infected. #dramionensfw

Be My Baby, Ch. 37 - Fallacy

Fallacy.

Phallus.

The same. But different. Very different.

But— if there’s any representation of a failure in reasoning, it’s a phallus.

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/335429...

slightly NSFW dramione…..

enjoy 👀

#dhr #dramione #dracomalfoy #hermionegranger #nsfw #dramionefanart

“Mafia Boss Draco AU”

None of that blood is his, he had to defend his girls honor. Only problem is “his girl” doesn’t know she’s his yet.

Hi-res color version on Patre0n :)

#dracomalfoy

Day 16: Reveal 2

archiveofourown.org/works/62084689

#hpinfidelityfest

I was just gonna say the same thing 😂😂

Hugs 🫂❤️ #dramione #dhrart

after working on commissions, i did a little fan art piece for this adorable series by @nottromi.bsky.social ! (a gift to romi for putting up with my spam of ferret reels on instagram 🤣) ❤️

#dreomione #hermionegranger #theodorenott #dracomalfoy

Bound by Desire Chapter 10 “That mouth of yours is a problem, Miss Granger. One we need to correct. You’re going to warm my cock, staying perched under my desk like the perfect girl I know you can be.” The legs of the chair scratched against the floor. Theo swirled a bead of pre-cum over the head before sliding a hand into her curls and tugging, making her hiss. “Now, open,” he drawled in a deep, commanding tone that mimicked Draco’s. Hermione dutifully obeyed, her eyes widening as Theo slid into her mouth. He tapped the back of her throat, and she inhaled a sharp breath, swallowing and adjusting to his size. “Good girl,” Theo cooed, tapping her cheek and releasing her hair once he was fully seated in her mouth. Her nails dug into the exposed skin of her thighs. Theo looked away, the sound of a quill scraping against parchment above her. Theo and Draco carried on as if she weren’t there, having a hushed conversation about the most superficial things. It started out about quidditch and the impending World Cup, soon twisting into talks about broom regulations. Theo’s cock twitched, and she groaned, circling her hips, desperate for friction.

New Chapter of Bound by Desire is live #dhr #dreomione.

Probably one of the sluttier things I have ever written 🤭🤭

Hermione has detention with two bossy professors.

I am terrible at having multiple social media accounts and I keep forgetting to post here 😭 But here's today's new art ✨️ #dramione #dhrart

A new establishment has opened in Diagon Alley where wizards and witches lose their six senses to have a real blind date.
Will Hermione be brave enough to try it?

The first chapter of my new SocMed is up on Ao3
archiveofourown.org/works/62073727
#dramione #dhr

My advice for people who joined fandom recently: Have fun, make friends, but be careful who you trust.

Some people will pretend to be your friend until they get what they want from you, and then they'll stop replying to your texts and disappear.
I learnt my lesson a year ago.

Be careful, friends.

nsfw
see a blowjob, post a blowjob
(update to a classic of mine)
#dhrart #dramione

‘Studying’ in the astronomy tower 🔭 #dramione #wip

“Is this a date?” Hermione asked as their not-so-casual dinner drew to a close.

A late night at work had led to a long conversation as she'd habitually led Draco to the Muggle tube station she used to get to North London flat. But she had been hungry, and his offhand suggestion turned into this.

Not sure if wip Wednesday is still a thing but this needed to see the light of day