Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 17

Wands up

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Hermione Granger and the Dramione Shippers

When the Wizarding World found out about the Harry Potter Saga, and Hermione Granger discovered smutty fan-fiction.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 13

As soon as she stepped out of the floo, though a very large, pristine white marble hearth, she heard the unmistakable crack of apparition and was greeted by a house-elf dressed in a charcoal grey butler suit with a regimental tie in green, black and silver. Hermione resisted the urge to roll her eyes, only out of respect for the elf. A Slytherin tie and butler suit, it couldn’t get any more malfoyesque than this.

“Minister Granger.” said the elf, almost begrudgingly. “Welcome to Malfoy House. Carson is calling Master right away.” And, with another crack, he apparated away. Hermione waited, taking in the beauty of the entrance hall. Now, this, was the farthest thing imaginable from Malfoy Manor. The floors and walls were a very faint beige, almost white, the room was airy and full of light. Merely a minute after the elf had left, Malfoy appeared on top of the grand staircase. He was wearing black slacks, a white Oxford shirt and a gray cashmere V-neck sweater. “Granger, welcome.” He said as he descended quickly. As always, he took her hand and brought it a breath away from his lips. “Hello, Malfoy. I’m a bit early for tea, but I must admit I was rather curious.” She replied, regaining possession of her hand. “No need for all the hand kissing charade, we don’t have an audience.” “Granger, I’m aware that the company you normally keep is rather… boorish, but I always have manners, even without an audience.” He smirked and he offered her his arm. “Let us go to the reception room, we can have an early tea” Hermione rolled her eyes as far back as they would go, but took his arm nonetheless. “You are shorter than I remember, Granger.” He commented with a grin. “It’s Sunday afternoon, I was at home minding my own business. I’m allowed to dress comfortably. I left Parkinson’s stilts at home. These are Rose’s sneakers.” She replied with a challenging look in her eyes. “I wasn’t making fun of you. I’m not exceedingly tall myself. I suppose this version is more… you. I’m just glad you didn’t feel the need to put on your Minister mask.” He reassured her. He took her down another grand staircase and accessed a huge room with white marble floors and an indoor pool (insert eye-roll here). They sat down at a large round table underneath a vaulted glass ceiling, right next to a beautiful papyrus plant that jutted out from a round hole in the pristine white floor.

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Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 20

The month of February was a whirlwind. The Grangers had moved back into their home in Hampstead Garden Suburb, the reform was brought to the Wizengamot for a third time and, as expected, rejected. It would, hopefully, be approved in the second week of March. The Werewolf Integration Act had caused quite a stir and the Ministry had, again, received several howlers.

Her life had been, overall, hectic, but on Friday the 26th she had time to meet with Ginny and Luna for lunch. They met at the Leaky Cauldron because, as lovely as she was, Luna had a tendency to risk breaching the statute of secrecy when out around muggles. Her friends were already sitting at a table when Hermione arrived, she stopped at the bar to order her drink before joining them.

“Hello Hermione!” Said Luna in her dreamy, tinkling voice as she lowered her Spectrespecs from her head to her nose. “You are surprisingly wrackspurt-free. I’m glad to see things are turning out all right.”

“Hello Luna! I am, in fact, doing rather well, all things considered. How are you?” Hermione said as she sat down with her friends at the wooden table, hanging her bag on the back of her chair.

“I’m doing well, settling down in Hogsmeade, I’ve already met with Minerva and Hagrid about my teaching position next year. But Ginny has news. Her head is full of wrackspurts but she won’t tell me why, she wanted to wait for you and not have to repeat it.”

“What news, Ginny?” Asked Hermione as she accepted her butterbeer from the waiter.

“I’ve received an offer from the Harpies. They want to hire me as second coach, I’d become Head Coach when Sylvie Goray retires next year.” Said Ginny before taking a long sip of her butter beer.

“That is great Ginny!” Exclaimed Hermione.

“Oh, yes. A thrilling prospect!” Chimed Luna.

“It is, and I’m honored. But I’m not sure. I haven’t told Harry yet.” Ginny sighed, slouching.

“Why not? Surely he’d support you.” Hermione placed a comforting hand on Ginny’s arm.

“He would, but working as a coach would mean I’d be away most weekends. During the week Harry comes home late every night. We would hardly see each other anymore.”

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Trailblazing and Stargazing - Chapter 24 (here comes the smut)

Hermione was still dancing in the living room, Bon Jovi’s ‘It’s my Life’ blaring in her earphones, when the floo activated and Draco emerged through the green flames. He stood there, leaning against the mantle, looking at her as she swayed her hips, with her hands up in the air, singing along, slightly off-key. Whatever muggle ensemble she was wearing left very little to the imagination and Draco felt his cock stir just by looking at her arse clad inside a very tight, very thin, layer of black fabric as it hypnotizingly swayed left and right.

The following day, Hermione had a two-period class with 6th year Hufflepuffs and Slytherins. Snakes and Badgers seemed to share an obsession for Professor Malfoy. Whenever she turned her back to the class to write on the board, which she usually did by hand to give the students time to copy, she would hear whispered words about her and Malfoy. About how he was in love with her, had been for a long time. Apparently, the school had a running wager about the two of them.

Every class she taught, no matter the year or the house, someone whispered behind her back. The younger students talked of hand-holding and walks by the lake. The seveth years said things that made Hermione blush. She would have never dared to think such things about McGonagall or Snape, let alone say them out loud!

The situation was getting out of hand, she thought of making a scene and telling everyone to shut up, but she knew that making a scene never, in the history of mankind, helped gossip die down.

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Mr Stewart spoke “Lyn, did you sign June up for some fancy school?”

“No, I did not.” She paused and took in the sight of Hermione and Draco, standing in the middle of her living room, wearing clothes that would have been perfect in a museum exhibition.

Hermione was seriously reconsidering her choice of clothing,. “Hello Ms Stewart, June. I’m Professor Hermione Granger, this is Professor Draco Malfoy and we teach at…” June cut in excitedly “Hogwarts! You teach at Hogwarts! But, wait, aren’t you supposed to work at the Ministry of Magic and become the youngest Minister ever? It said so in the epilogue! And why is HE with you? Didn’t he bully you? You’re friends now? How is Harry doing, by the way?” The girl looked expectantly at Hermione, who was totally speechless. Ms Stewart tried to talk to her daughter. “June dear, Hogwarts doesn’t exist, these people are actors, they are probably here to advertise something. I’m sorry, but we’re not interested in buying anything.” Ms Stewart was ushering them towards the door when Hermione pulled herself together.

“I’m sorry, you took me by surprise there, but I really need to talk to you. Your daughter has, indeed, been selected for Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Which you should know nothing about, by the way. May I ask where you got all this information?” June took Hermione’s hand and led her to the sofa, leaving her mother and Draco behind. Mr Stewart was still staring from the kitchen door. Eventually the other adults recovered enough to go sit in the living room.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 19

The following morning she went back to her office to get caught up with everything that had passed while she had been gone. She payed a quick visit to the muggle liaison office to arrange for her parents’ new passports and then went to see Cho about the reform.

“Hermione! Welcome back! Is everything alright? You’ve been gone a few days.”

“Hi, Cho. I had to rush to Australia, my parents weren’t well. But now everything is fine and they’ll be moving back here soon.” Hermione said with a broad smile. “How is the second draft coming along? When will you take it to the Wizengamot again?”

“The second draft is ready, we had most of it ready even before the first hearing, we just tweaked it with some help from the Slytherins and Neville. Tomorrow we’ll go in for the second time, I’m aware it will be another farce so I won’t get my hopes up.” Cho sighed, resigned to move on with the game of snakes and ladders that was having anything approved by the Wizengamot.

“Let me know how it goes. It will take time but I’m sure you can have it passed. It’s a good reform, it will change things for the better.” Hermione said encouragingly.

“Let’s just hope we can get the concept to sink into those bearded skulls!” Chuckled Cho.

After a full day at work, Hermione flooed back to her house. She changed into dark blue muggle skinny-jeans, white trainers and a soft, merino wool jumper in emerald green,  all courtesy of Pansy Parkinson, minus the sneakers. She pulled her hair up in a messy bun, grabbed two bottles of wine and flooed to Grimmauld Place.

“Honey! I’m home!” She shouted as she exited from the fireplace at her friends’ kitchen. She heard steps coming down the stairs and Harry popped his head through the door, his hair sticking up in every direction, even more so than it usually was.

“Hey ‘Mione! Welcome back! Ginny’s still getting dressed, we were… er… delayed.” He blushed.

“You know, I could have survived without knowing you just finished shagging. I’m sort of going through a dry spell.” She huffed. Harry shrugged and wrapped her shoulders in a hug before taking her to the living room. A few minutes later, Ginny came down the stairs.

“Did you bring me a baby kangaroo?!” Ginny joked as she hugged her friend.

“I’m afraid that would have been illegal, and impractical too. But I brought wine.”

“That’s even better than a kangaroo! Sit down, to celebrate your return from down under, we’re having your favorite food. Paella!” Ginny shouted enthusiastically.