Trailblazing & Stargazing Chapter 11

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 9

Chapter 9 of my Dramione/BTVS crossover is now up.I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/150400999

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter five

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148422619

“Hermione Granger! Why are you dressed like a sad, grey, bureaucrat? Have I taught you nothing?” Cried out Pansy walking into Hermione’s office at the Ministry.

“Because I am a sad, grey, bureaucrat.” She deadpanned. “Pansy Parkinson! We thought we’d lost you forever!” Hermione stood up from her desk to greet her friend with a tight hug.

“Ally was getting desperate. Orders have kept coming and, with Christmas approaching, I just couldn’t leave her alone. I just portkeyed in, I thought I’d stop by.” Pansy shrugged.

“Oh. Does that mean you’re just back temporarily?” Hermione frowned slightly.

“I’m still undecided. Lei Ailun is wonderful, but I miss you girls and my shop. I told him I didn’t know if I would go back. He didn’t push me either way.”

“Did you want him, to push you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe?” She sat down on one of the armchairs, elegantly crossing her legs at the ankles. “It would have been nice if he had tried to convince me to stay with him. But then, maybe, I would have found it overbearing. Oh well, I’ll just deal with the shop for now and see how things go.”

“I’m happy to see you, either way.”

“You, Ms Granger, are coming over to the shop the moment you clock off. I need to fix that mess.” She vaguely gestured to Hermione before she stood up and walked towards the door. “I’ll be waiting for you at quarter past five. I’ll contact the others and we can all meet afterwards. Does Greg still keep a table for us?”

“He actually put a brass plaque on our table. It says ‘Permanently reserved for The Troublesome Seven and friends’.” Hermione said with a laugh.

“That’s good, because we’ll need it.” And with that, she spun on her heels and marched towards the lifts. 

In case you need the sign, this is it. Please stay alive. Stay alive for the moments to come, the moments you’d miss, the people you will meet who will love you endlessly ! Stay alive, because the world is better with you in it.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 17

Hermione made herself some coffee and waited on the sofa. When the time came, she took the broken mirror out of her pocket and unfolded the napkin, the moment it activated she touched it and she felt like she was being pulled inside a tornado. She landed roughly at the Portkey Arrivals gate at the Kingsford Smith International Airport. She went through the Wizarding security checks and then she met Ron. “Hey, ‘Mione! How are you?” He hugged her tight. “Hello Ron! I’m a bit drowsy but I have a potion, give me a moment.” She took the anti-disconbobulating potion from her beaded bag and drank it in one single gulp. She felt better and mentally thanked Malfoy. “Look at you, Ron, all tanned! You look like an Aussie already!” “I must say, things are going really well for me here.” “I’m so happy for you! And thank you, for looking out for my parents.” “You know I always cared about them, that hasn’t changed.” “What did the healers say?” “I’m taking you there right now so you can talk to them directly.” He held out his arm, when she took it, he apparated them to the Ursula Southeil Hospital for Magical Maladies. They entered the hall and Ron purposefully strode towards the information desk. “Hey, Mate.” He said to the wizard on duty. “I have an appointment to see Healer Alinta Cavanaugh.” The wizard checked the parchment in front of him “Second floor, ambulatory number 24, turn right when you get to the second floor, fifth door on the left side.” “Thanks Mate.” As they climbed up the stairs, they met quite a few healers along the way. Unlike the healers at St. Mungo’s, who wore very unpractical robes, the healers here wore regular muggle scrubs in different colors. Hermione and Ron reached the ambulatory and knocked. The door opened and a witch about their age, with dark hair, dark eyes and traditional tattoos on her forehead and chin greeted them, she was wearing blue scrubs. “Hello Mr Weasley. You must be Minister Granger. I’ve read a lot about you.” “Hello Healer Cavanaugh. I sure hope your source material wasn’t the Daily Prophet or you’ll have a really poor opinion of me.” “Oh no, don’t worry. I hate the Prophet.” She gestured dismissively.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 35

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/150120247

Hermione Granger and th Dramione Shippers - Chapter 11

“Positively breathtaking.” said Draco as he kissed her hand when they met outside the gates. His lips lingered on her hand for a long instant before he started kissing his way up her arm gently pulling her closer. Her cloak fell back from her shoulder and he kept kissing up her throat, eventually reaching her lips. Her fingers reached the back of his head as his arms circled her waist. Hermione felt heat course through her body as the intensity of the kiss grew exponentially.

Draco eventually pulled away and the cold crept up on Hermione. He pulled her cloak back to cover her.

“I’m sorry, I got a bit carried away.” He said, not looking sorry at all.

“I’m glad to see you, too. Gomes.” Hermione chuckled.

“Who’s Gomes?” Draco frowned.

“Oh, right. Just a character from a muggle show. I’ll show you sometime.” She took his hand. “What’s the plan?” she asked.

“Edinburgh. I’ve reserved a table at The Witchery.”

He brushed one finger along her jaw and kissed her again. Just a soft kiss on her lips, but Hermione felt the heat spread from her chest all over again. He straightened up and apparated them.

They appeared in a small passage between a gift shop and an ice-cream parlor across the street from the witchery. They walked, hand in hand, the short distance to the restaurant. They were greeted at the entrance by a witch wearing black robes.

“Good evening Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy. Welcome to The Witchery by the Castle. If you’d like to leave your cloaks with me, I’ll escort you to your table.” They handed her their cloaks and she vanished them.

She led them to a small table by large, white, French windows in a wood paneled room with a high painted ceiling depicting images of the tarot. Candles spread a golden glow illuminating the leather chairs, the white tablecloths and the gilded statues scattered around the room. Draco pulled Hermione’s chair out for her and then sat on the opposite side of the table. He was wearing a black three-piece suit with a white shirt and a Gryffindor-red tie and pocket-square.

“We swapped house colors.” Commented Hermione nodding at his tie.

“I must say, Hermione, I think the color green was invented just for you. I might decide to start a quest to conquer the world just to forbid anyone else from wearing green ever again.” He smirked.

“Honestly, I think we’ve had enough world domination attempts to last us several lifetimes. How about we make a deal. You refrain from conquering the world and I wear green more often.”

“I could settle for that. I’m suddenly having visions of you wearing nothing but emeralds.” He eyed her through his lashes as he pretended to read the menu.

Hermione blushed. She was sure she’d read something along those lines in one of the Dramione fan fictions she’d read over the Christmas holidays. Two flutes of champagne appeared on the table. Hermione cleared her throat and tried to read what was written on the menu but her eyes would not focus.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - Chapter 12 - The Actual Epilogue 2019

Hermione stepped through the floo at 12 Grimmauld place and found herself in the midst of what seemed like a hurricane. Two trunks were piled in a corner, two identical owls hooted in their cages. Shouts came from somewhere on the upper floor. Hermione stepped away from the fireplace as the green flames spat out another trunk that she proceeded to levitate next to the other two. The flames lit up again and her daughter came out holding her black cat familiar, soon followed by her husband who was holding the carrier.

“Alya, put Pugsley in the carrier, please. Draco, get out of the way from the floo, I’m sure Ron will be coming through soon enough.”

Alya Granger-Malfoy, a wisp of an 11-year-old girl who had inherited her mother’s wit and her father’s smirk, nuzzled against her familiar’s soft, black fur before placing him in the carrier that her father was holding for her. Then, platinum curls bouncing, she ran upstairs to meet her cousins. Well, they weren’t cousins, really, but they might as well be since they had grown up together.

“Hello Auntie Ginny!” she shouted, already halfway up the stairs.

“Hi Alya, tell my kids to hurry up, will you? Godric knows I’ve yelled enough for today!” She entered the kitchen. “Hi Hermione! Hey there, ferret! Ready to be finally rid of your kid?”

“Hi Ginny! We won’t really be getting rid of her, though. We will be teaching her classes!” Said Hermione, quickly hugging her friend.

“Hey Weaslette! I can’t believe my precious little Wednesday is leaving the nest! I’m not sure how I’ll survive without our goodnight snuggles. I hope she’s sorted in Slytherin, I’ll just have to go read her a story in her dorm.” Draco said mournfully.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy! You will do no such thing!” Glared Hermione. “She will enjoy her years in Hogwarts like any other student and you will not smother her, or else! And, anyway, she will be a Gryffindor.”

The floo came alive and Ron came through, soon followed by Remus, his 14-year-old son who looked exactly like him at that age, two trunks and then Hyacinth, his 11-year-old daughter, and Hannah Weasley, née Abbott, his wife. Hyacinth was tall for her age and had Weasley hair but her features were softer and she looked very much like her mother, with dreamy brown eyes.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 34

A new chapter is now up. Hermione fights for justice, Draco discovers muggle entertainment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/149646928

Hermione walked into the conference room, every Head o Department stood to greet her and she replied and shook hands as she walked towards her chair at the head of the table. When she sat down everyone followed her example and the chatter died down.

“Good morning. As you all know, Mr Miles resigned and we are here to elect a new Head for the Department of International Magical Cooperation. We have two candidates to choose from, they will come in and present their views and ideas and then we will vote. Each of you has a copy of the candidates’ CVs. After the election we will have a round table discussion. We have many reforms going on at the same time and I think it wise to share information.” Hermione looked around the table at each Head of Department and then nodded to Eniiyi to let in the candidates.

Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers - chapter 2

Say it with me now

You are never late to a fandom. Your fic is never "invalid" for being "late". Your fic doesn't need a high word limit. Your fic does not need a high standard. Your fic does not need to be highly popular. Your fic isn't less valid than a popular author's fic. Your fic isn't inheritly bad. Your fic is amazing. Your fic is valid. The only thing that matters is that you're having fun. Fandom is not consumption and consumerism. Fandom is fun, free and for the people. Fandom is not a popularity contest. We're all nerds at the end of the day.