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"That's a great idea you've come up with," Ron scoffs. "Putting those two in a room together for Merlin knows how long? Sorry, Remus, Kings, but that's madness. Neither of them wants that, and it won't be conducive to their work."
"Ron..." Remus begins, but Malfoy cuts him off.
"Actually," he says calmly, "it was all my idea."
Hermione can't help but stare at him, her mouth agape.
"As I'm sure you can imagine, Weasley," he continues, though his eyes never leave her, "I have a personal interest in seeing Granger's efforts crowned with success one day. And until then, I would like to support her. Not only with the knowledge I have acquired, but also with my body."
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[Wartime AU. Four years after the Battle of Hogwarts. Slow Burn. Fast Timeline.] -
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The Bathroom Encounter from Draco's POV.
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- Part 2 of Anything Universe
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"I want a Christmas wedding."
"Only if I get to unwrap you like a present."
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"I don't want your pity, Granger," he seethes. "I'm still in your debt. I haven't made amends yet."
"Oh, so you're planning to?" she asks more cheekily than she is feeling.
Malfoy's eyes flash as if she had challenged him to a duel.
"Is there something you need? Just say the word and I'll give it to you. Or do you prefer actions? I'm willing to do fucking anything..."
Hermione's heart is beating indecently fast. She masks her fascination with a sceptically raised eyebrow.
"Anything," she echoes.
"Anything," he confirms.
"All right, then. For starters, I'd like you to stop crowding me against this bookshelf."
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- Part 1 of Anything Universe
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It looked as if a rainbow was springing up right behind him. Or as if he was standing in the middle of one of the kaleidoscopes that Hermione used to hoard in her toy box. Or as if rays of sunshine were falling through stained glass and casting the prettiest prism on him.
He was beautiful.
It. It was beautiful. His aura, not him.
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- Part 4 of Fucking Up for Beginners
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Unrelated oneshots about our favorite couple's grave errors in judgment and the resulting consequences. Or to put it briefly: idiots in love at their most idiotic.
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“Here we go.” He tossed the first folder aside in favour of flipping open the next. “A woman filed a report after her parents returned from a trip to…Willowsea? Wherever the fuck that is. Apparently they…oh.”
Granger leapt forward, reaching for the folder. “Let me see.”
“No, I’m reading it.” He turned away from her. “It says here that they’ve lost their magic.”
“What?”
In the small coastal town of Willowsea, strange happenings occur. Magic vanishes, memories fade, and an odd young couple have an unfortunate habit of asking too many questions.
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Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are cursed. Probably. Maybe.
All Hermione knows for certain is that he keeps sticking his pointy nose and other body parts where they aren't welcome: like into her dating life, and under her skin, literally.
Meanwhile, all Draco knows for certain is that in all his fantasies of getting into her knickers, he never imagined it happening like that.
A twist of fate, a statistical anomaly, or a sex curse: whatever the cause, there's (probably) just one solution.
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(In which Hermione and Draco Apparate into one another, repeatedly.)
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‘Thank you, boy,’ Draco whispered very quietly, so Hermione couldn’t hear. ‘It’s been an absolute privilege loving her with you.’
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Hermione is having the worst Christmas of her life - until fate intervenes.
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Draco is hit in the head by the Pinecone of True Sight, which forces him to confront one mortifying realization: he’s grievously in love with Hermione Granger.
D/Hr Advent 2025
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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

