Dramione Prompts 2.0

// past dramione , implied/referenced obliviation , convulsions , death

He could sense her fading away before spotting her on the same park bench from all those days ago where Lyra had spotted her.

Draco dug through the rope that had once connected them, feeling through his soul until he found it

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TW: angst, death, blood

He was lying in the pool of blood. His face disfigured almost beyond recognition... Only if you knew what to look for, the patches of blond between the crimson strands.

Voldemort was not dealing with traitors.

Hermione found him in the rubble of Malfoy Manor.

Prompt 450 ║ Fade away

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Prompt 449 ║ Take responsibility

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DHr drabble :)

It started with the occasional whisper in the halls where he felt words carried on the wind before settling into her bones. Though she learned to ignore what people said long ago, this time felt different. This time felt wrong.

"...caught her sneaking out of the common room..."

Prompt 448 ║ Faithless

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TW: angsty but hopeful ?

“I hate you, Granger.”

It stung. After all these years, it still stung.
Not because she wasn’t used to being his enemy — Merlin knew she had weathered far worse from him — but because they weren’t enemies anymore.

‪Prompt 447 ║ Is that what you think?

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Draco hissed in pain.

"𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘰." Harry warned.

"I barely touched him! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 must've hurt his back in training."

"We didn't train. He had a meeting with-"

Hermione walked in to stares, except from Draco who hid in his tea.

"𝘖𝘩."

"Come back! You must tell me 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨!" Theo called out after her.

Prompt 446 ║ Be patient

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Prompt 445 ║ Come back

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Prompt 444 ║ I won't tell

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In his twenty-nine years of life, Draco Malfoy had never met anyone more stressful than Hermione Granger.

And that's despite having had a father obsessed with perfection, a Dark Lord as his boss and a colleague like Ronald Weasley,

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Sometimes it’s loud, like the pounding in your ears after you learn something that you can never unlearn. It roars across your senses, all consuming, and you can’t see anything else.

Prompt 443 ║ Betrayal

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Prompt 442 ║ Not for me

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Prompt 441 ║ Stressful

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Another Thursday, another tedious budget meeting. Draco's quill scratched mindlessly across parchment as Pemberton droned about quarterly projections. His attention drifted until Nott's voice cut through the monotony.

Prompt 440 ║ Tears

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also on ao3: archiveofourown.org/works/70210236

Hermione was thankful for the sturdiness charms as her back slammed into the back of the bookcase. She only released her breath when the steps percussioned to the next wing, a soft questioning of her name in Ron’s tilted way.

“You’re hiding.”

He stumbled out of her fireplace. Today's paper in hand.
He never stumbles.

"Will he make you the happiest witch in the world?"

"Draco."

"I just want to make sure you're happy."

"Draco, read that again."

"𝘖𝘩‐ I thought it said 𝘎𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘥."

"I told you to use protective masks in the lab."

“Oh—Malfoy!” Hermione’s voice carried from inside the office, sharp and breathless.

Her secretary flinched, waved a quick silencing charm, and quickly ushered the visitor away. “I’m afraid you’ll have to return later. Minister Granger-Malfoy is otherwise… engaged.”

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Prompt 439 ║ Engaged

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She came down in time to catch Ron's rant.

"-But I hate this old rickety house! —Mione!" Ron exclaimed, "I'm sorry but I'm not staying. All that wailing and moaning at night— must be ghosts!"

"Right. 𝘎𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘴." Draco muttered.

Her cheeks burned when she caught him smirking at her behind his teacup.

Prompt 438 ║ Ghosts

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He found her by their bedroom mirror wearing his old jersey.
Only his jersey.

"My my, Minister, the mental images and memories I could use against you."

"I could say the same thing, 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 Malfoy."

He laughed before turning them towards her reflection.

"Wow. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 my wife? Gods."

Hermione answered questions with calm authority, her every word sharp and decisive, clearly ready to be Minister for Magic. Draco stood at the edge of the stage, pride written across his face. A reporter leaned in, impressed. Draco smiled, voice low but certain: “That’s my wife.”
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‪Prompt 437 ║ That's my wife

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Prompt 436 ║ Dog days of summer

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"Shall I give you and your book some privacy? We could've just rescheduled."

"Sorry Gin! 'Be right with you!" As the she left the room.

"So 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 where you're reading my messages from."

Hermione clutched her transfigured "book" to her chest with a gasp.

"𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰!" She hissed,
"She'll hear you!"