Trailblazing And Stargazing Chapter 33 🔥

Trailblazing & stargazing. A dramione story of women empowering women, love, and growth. Chapter 9 is now online.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 39

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/152555209

Just because I need my mum to get better 🤞🏻

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter four

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/148002913

“Daph! You’re back!” Screeched Ginny as she sat down at their table at the Green Viper. “Tell us everything!”

“Well, my work there was done. Fredrik was absolutely wonderful, I honestly thought of staying, but I don’t think he was The One. I considered a few things and I decided to come back. My life is here. I missed my troublesome friends! And I see we have a new member!”

“We missed you too!” replied the others.

Luna introduced Willow, who had since become a well integrated member of the group. Daphne listened to her in awe as she told a few of her adventures on the hellmouth.

“I dated a werewolf, before I became a witch. My best friend dated two vampires. Not at the same time, obviously.” She told her very attentive audience.

“We had a werewolf teacher, he was the best.” Said Hermione. “But vampires? Aren’t they soulless beings?”

“Angel, the first one, was all handsome and broody and had been cursed with a soul because he was a real baddie. He was a puppy with Buffy though, still broody but with googly eyes. That is until he lost his soul because they had sex.” She shrugged “With Spike, we called him captain peroxide because of his bleached platinum hair, it was a perfect enemies to lovers story. They hated each other, then, when Buffy came back from the dead, they began fucking like rabbits and he went out and got himself a soul just to be worthy of her.” She sighed. “Oh, and my other best friend dated a one-thousand-year-old vengeance demon who had come to Sunnydale to kill him.”

“And I though Hogwarts was a dangerous place.” Said Daphne in shock. The others chuckled.

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 40

As I approach the end of my first long fiction, life is getting a bit in the way. Chapter 41 will probably be up in a couple of weeks. I'm unfortunately lagging behind with my other fic Of Drought and Downpour. Hopefully, I'll get back on track soon. Meanwhile, I hope you like this chapter. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/153206431

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 and Stargazing - Chapter 23

‘Minister of Magic turns Death-eater whore’

‘Hermione Granger gets down and dirty on the beach’

‘From Weasley to Malfoy, Granger plows through the pureblood families of Britain’

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.

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 29

The following Saturday afternoon, Draco flooed to Hermione’s house carrying a large ceramic pot with a vanilla orchid totem in full bloom and a bottle of elf-made wine. Hermione was nowhere to be seen. He called her but no reply came. He left the plant and wine on the dining table and ventured into her bedroom. There, he heard loud music blaring from the bathroom. He chuckled lightly. He could hear her voice butchering the tune as she sang at the top of her lungs. He walked back to the living room, not wanting to intrude. When he heard her walk back into the bedroom, he knocked to let her know he was there.

“Draco!” She said, opening the door. “I didn’t hear you floo in.” She was wrapped in a soft purple bathrobe, her hair tucked inside a matching towel, as she leaned in for a kiss.

“I heard you were holding a concert in the bathroom and didn’t want to disturb” A wet strand of hair had escaped her haphazard turban and he curled it around his finger. “Are you, per chance, related to Celestina Warbeck?”

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Hilarious, Mr Malfoy. I like to sing and I don’t give two hoots if I’m not good at it. I’ll do it anyway!” She scoffed, jabbing her finger to his chest.

“I’ll make sure to learn some tuning charms.” He kissed her lips gently. “Or, keep your mouth otherwise occupied.” He laughed and jumped away as she swatted him.

“You are vile!” She laughed.