My Top 10 Dramione Fan Fictions

Hey there! 

So the other day, I had a great conversation with a friend who was a huge Harry Potter fan, like me, only that she was a legit Potterhead because she read the books (and I haven't). But I introduced her some fanfictions that I was reading, which were mostly Dramione (Draco x Hermione) because that's my favourite heterosexual ship in the HP series.

As most would already know, or not know, I have been reading fanfictions for a reeeeaally long time - no joke, its 7 years now - and I've written some too. But recently, for the past year, I've been hooked onto Dramione fanfictions thanks to some pictures I stumbled upon on Tumblr (no surprise there) and got me thinking about all the possibilities with this pairing. Of course, I ship other pairings too, but nothing compares my love to this one.

So, anyways, we bonded over good talk and promised her that I'd compile all my fave Dramione fanfictions that I'd recommend to her soon, which took me quite a while, but it is here! 

Here are my top 10 Dramione fanfictions!

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1) Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan (M)

grangerenchanted.com

77 chapters
Genre: Tragedy/Romance
Summary: It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny's daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Not fluffy.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7168800/1/Crimson-with-a-Silver-Lining

This is one of the best fan fictions I have ever read in my life, by far. It is a hefty read, to be really frank (I mean, 77 chapters?!) but every single chapter is worth every minute. It is so brilliantly written - the plot is deep and intricate, and you can clearly tell that the author, Lady Cailan, has put in a lot of effort in the characterization as well as plot depth. 

I must admit, I hesitated reading this story because of the warning in the first chapter, which states that this story is extremely dark and it has character death, etc. And at that point of time, I have only been reading happy and fluffy stories with maximum of 40 chapters, but eventually, I did it. And I did not regret it. Basically, its a risky commitment - to immerse in the dark alternate universe and character death - but its a great read as well to go through the entire journey, just like any other good novel out there. Props to Lady Cailan for this amazing work.

2) Broken by inadaze22 (M)

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36 chapters
Genre: Angst/Romance
Summary: He felt something close to pity for the woman in front of him. And while that disturbed Draco to no end, what really disgusted him most of all was the harrowing fact that someone or something had broken Hermione Granger's spirit beyond recognition.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4172243/1/Broken
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HNPhVbOUE2g

I cannot stress how much I love love love this genius piece of work. I loved every single minute reading this but I do have to admit that I was constantly in stress when reading, like I did in 'Crimson with a Silver Lining' - although 'Broken' wasn't that stressful.

Why I love this masterpiece? From the first paragraph of the first chapter of this story, I was hooked. Right from the start, the problem of the story was introduced and set in such a clear and vivid way and I was itching to know what exactly happened that made the situation so terrible at that point. But what I love the most is bit by bit, chapter by chapter, a little secret comes out and leaves me clinging for more, and while all that happens, Draco's and Hermione's relationship blossoms so beautifully - its just breathtaking.

One particular note that is pretty weird but I love about this novel is the fact that it turns the tables around - the 'Slytherins' are on the good side and the 'Gryffindors' are just plain nasty. So if you aren't into the whole shaming of the Gryffindors, you might not favour this story, but its such a fresh perspective of how things could have been if the situations were reversed. All in all, a great novel and I'll be rereading this work of art a million times.

3) The Fool, the Emperor and the Hanged Man by ianthe_waiting (MA/NC17)

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29 chapters
Genre: Suspense/Romance/Angst
Summary: Ten years after the fall of the Dark Lord, Hermione Granger leads a life of self-imposed obscurity, that is, until the day Headmistress McGonagall is murdered and a certain 'hero' is responsible.
Link: http://grangerenchanted.com/enchant/viewstory.php?sid=1364
(this story is on many websites but you need to be a registered member, just google the title and the author and you can choose whichever websites but I used grangerenchanted)
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DErAdw-NdRI

Just like the first one, this piece of work is intricately designed and beautifully written. It is pretty dark and angst though, I must say, and from the summary aforementioned, there's a lot of bad-shaming on this particular 'hero'.

A small teeny tiny spoiler, if you have been reading fanfictions with the use of Time-Turners, this one will boggle your mind - a lot. I love it when authors incorporate the use of this magical device in their stories and when the plot flows smoothly, you know they did their research and hard work on planning it all out. This one in particular, raises the bar even higher than I thought possible for fanfic writers, I can't say why because I don't want to spoil you too much. But I would say that the Time-Turner is a very essential part of this beautiful story.

The writer has designed the plot so intricately and the development of the characters and their relationships are equally beautiful. I love this story to bits, but I must say I hated some parts because it was so unexpected and I didn't like it, but eventually I did see the reason behind why it was written in that way. I love it. Need I say more?

4) We Learned The Sea by luckei1 (M)

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37 chapters
Genre: Drama/Romance
Summary: Draco Malfoy turns himself in after a very successful career as a Death Eater, then enlists Harry and Hermione to help him in a scheme to bring down the Dark Lord. A story of forgiveness.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3144908/1/We-Learned-the-Sea
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3flOEAsAJww

Now this story is brilliant and wonderful because when you read the first chapter, you wouldn't expect the ending to be the way it is. Basically, this piece has many surprises waiting in store. 

What I love about this story too, is that Hermione still has her feisty attitude towards Draco from the beginning. Most Dramione fanfictions that I've read - that are post-Hogwarts - usually have Hermione naturally forgiving, or feisty just simply of pure childhood hatred. But in this story, there was a particular incident that made Hermione hate him even more.

But of course, like every other Dramione fan novel, Hermione soon learns to accept the feelings she bears for the man she utterly hates. This story warms my heart a lot because, as stated above, it is a story of forgiveness. :')

5) Heavy Lies the Crown by luckei1 (M)

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36 chapters
Genre: Mystery/Romance
Summary: For seven years, Draco has carried the weight of the world on his shoulders, and just when he thinks he'll be released, something happens that will make him seek help from the last person he could have imagined.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/4797492/1/Heavy-Lies-the-Crown
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k-G8XA6PrM

Now, this one isn't fancy schmancy like the previous ones. Its the basic Malfoy-turns-to-light agenda but then father-malfoy-tries-to-ruin-his-chances kinda story. This story has the same plot pattern like the ones above, in a way that right from the start, there are some secrets that are hidden and it hooks you right in to know why they're keeping it a secret. 

And along the way, a huge problem is brewing and its up to Draco to save the day, and the love of his life. Basically, who doesn't love a resenting Malfoy who tries to fight for what is right? 

And who doesn't love a Malfoy who fights for the woman he loves, am I right?

6) A Wonderful Caricature of Intimacy by Countess of Abe (M)

miagainstheworld.wordpress.com

25 chapters
Genre: Romance/Drama
Summary: Draco loves his son more than anything in the world. So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3878384/1/A-Wonderful-Caricature-of-Intimacy
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zb2ibx-qdFE

I absolutely fell in love with this masterpiece. I've read this two times already and I enjoyed every bit of it. First, spoiler alert, Hermione is in a profession that is similar to mine which I can relate to easily and if I weren't, I'd actually respect her choice of field. 

As stated in the summary, yes, Draco was married and now divorced, and yes, he has a son. And trust me when I say, spoiler alert, he is a wonderful, awesome father, and you will know why he is in the middle of the story. 

This is really fun to read because Hermione and Draco still bore their childhood hatred against each other, after all these years, and there were other kinds of comic relief as well in between. Then again, it is a heart-warming read to experience how their feelings evolve into love and care for each other, despite their insistent denial. Its a cute story, who wouldn't not read it?

7) Questions of Science by Countess of Abe (M)

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18 chapters
Genre: Romance
Summary: Hermione is living a content life working at St. Mungo's when an unexpected assignment from the chief of medicine sends her to the home of Draco Malfoy. What will happen to the pragmatic brunette as she explores what science cannot answer?
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/3551218/1/Questions-of-Science

Okay, first, the above picture is not the fanfiction cover art, it is just a simple edit of Dramione I found on tumblr, which I thought suited the story very much. Second, would you agree with me that intelligent Hermione, who loves to prove every phenomenon with a science theory or fact, is kind of a turn on? Even for a girl?

I adored her when she always proves everything right and wrong with her knowledge, and I still do. And this fanfiction did that justice. Spoiler alert, Hermione is a Healer (I'm sure you must've figured that out by now) and that is my favourite post-Hogwarts Hermione character.

Alright, moving on, this story is utterly beautiful because Hermione has to commit to take care and treat of a person who Draco cares for (if you figured out who, a cookie for you!). Honestly, this is a very simple read. Nothing to dramatic like the first few. Its simple yet such a sweet and moving story. Like every Dramione fanfiction, they encounter multiple obstacles once they realized their feelings for each other, and that's what we're here for - to see how they conquer each challenge so that they can be together in the end.

In short, its a simple, short, sweet and snuggly read, for you 'fluff' seekers out there.

8) Redemption by anondracomalfoy (M)

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23 chapters
Genre: Romance/Mystery
Summary: Hermione works at St. Mungo's and the fourth floor has recently made a discovery and inadvertently retrieved her biggest regret - her lost and seemingly Obliviated husband, Draco Malfoy. Draco is forced to return to her, and strange things begin to occur.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7580458/1/Redemption

Now, don't you agree that the summary already entices you into the story? It did when I first found this story, and trust me when I say I got hooked right at the first chapter. I was constantly wondering why did Hermione obliviate Draco, who is apparently her husband? What made her do that? Did they have a fight? Did something happen that she doesn't want Draco to know?

Eventually, Draco will regain his memory piece by piece and it is a very heart-warming and lovely story of Draco and Hermione. Of course, it is a painful read from the start, especially if you have always been reading Dramione fanfics which usually starts off cute and awkward. But this one, it was a bitch slap in the face and you can't help but sympathize for Hermione, as well as Draco.

Oops that's a spoiler already. Go read and get hooked!

9) Isolation by Bex-chan (M)

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48 chapters

Genre: Romance/Angst
Summary: Post HBP. Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so her and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give...
(Mature content and themes, and explicit language)
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/6291747/1/Isolation
Video trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b8fkjo580JE

This is one of my favourites to read. Its definitely the typical trap-Hermione-and-Draco-in-a-room-and-they-will-fall-in-love-with-each-other kinda story but its exciting because both Hermione and Draco still hate each other, despite their situations.

But what I love the most of this story, and most others who've read this would agree, is this particular part (this is not exactly a spoiler because it is part of the summary not stated above): 
"There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" 
It is every Hermione Granger fan to see her stand up to the Malfoy heir and trust me, you will love her in this story. Draco too, but he has issues (like all other stories, not surprised there). So it is pretty evident the Slytherin prince and Gryffindor princess clash so bad, don't you wonder how they worked out in the end?

10) The Boy in the Hammock by galfoy (M)

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18 chapters
Genre: Romance/Adventures
Summary: Hermione tugged at the string holding the hood onto the boy's head, gingerly pulling the fabric back to reveal his face. Lying before her, barely recognizable beyond the swelling and the blood, but still very much himself, was Draco Malfoy.
Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/7232564/1/The-Boy-in-the-Hammock

This was a sweet yet dark one because it is still during the war, so you get the adrenaline rush right from the start. This story is pretty much the typical trap-Hermione-and-Draco-in-a-room-and-they-will-fall-in-love-with-each-other kinda story but with a twist, which I won't say. Of course there are many typical stories with twists in them but this one gave me a lot of fluffies and heart-warming feels that I had to mention it in my top 10.

I must add that this is one of my go-to stories that I would read when I have the urge to read some fluff, but not too fluff - a good balance between the bitter and the sweet. 

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And those are my top 10 Dramione fanfictions. I hope it gave you the inspiration of what to read next. Maybe you are not a fan of fanfictions or maybe you just don't ship Dramione. Give any of these a go. I promise you, it will change your life (for the better, of course). 

Thank you for reading, and have a wonderful day ahead.

Mischief managed,
Izzie xo

AN EXPECTED VISIT | A Dramione Story (M)

 - Rated M for mature and sexual themes. Reader discretion is advised. - 

It was a frosty-cold December afternoon. The sun was high up in the sky but I would've seen it if not for the thick unforgiving clouds floating above. If only those clouds would let a little ray of sunlight down, it would look a little more chirpier and warmer here.

I buried my mitten-clad hands into the pockets of my thick fur coat as I continued the journey down the concrete pavement, like I always have the previous four years. Every year, on this day, I always make it a habit to take a journey down this path to the abandoned manor house situated beside a private lake.

I could already see the edge of the lake, with some fishermen taking up some spots by the edge. One of them noticed me and I managed a polite smile and a slight bow as he bid me a good afternoon. My hand felt a scrap piece of paper in my coat pocket and I took it out. My eyes laid on the familiar handwriting written on it and I was instantly taken back to the night when everything changed.

"Don’t leave.” 

“I have to. It’s not safe when you’re with me.” 

There was a pregnant pause before I managed to find my voice again, cracking a little. “When will you come back?” 

“When I am sure of your safety.” 

A tear slipped past my lashes and he noticed. Wrapping his arms around my shoulders, he pulled me in for a tight embrace, kissing my cheek and neck. He buried his nose into my brown locks and took a deep breath, memorizing my scent. 

“It hurts for me to leave you, but I have to do this. You are always in danger in my proximity. I don’t want anything to happen to you.’ He pulled away slightly and brushed the lone tear on my cheek with his thumb, cupping my chin and placing a light kiss on my lips. “I love you and I promise I will be back.” 

Later that night, we made love for the last time and when I woke up after, I was tangled in the sheets, naked and alone. I glanced over to the spot where he last laid and couldn't help but slowly broke down in silent tears, pulling my legs into my chest. I took his pillow and buried my face in it, deeply inhaling his scent that still lingered fresh and strong on the fabric. Five minutes later, slightly cooled down, I noticed a small piece of note that fell from the pillow just beside my shoulder on the bed. It had the familiar cursive handwriting of his, where he wrote: ‘December 31’.

“December 31,” 

I read the now crumpled and slightly tattered piece of paper and sighed as I folded the note back neatly into two and stuffed it into my front jeans pocket. As I walked down the concrete pavement with the vast lake by her left, the private manor came into view. It still looked magnificent as ever, a majestic grey and brown English country house, despite being abandoned for the past few years. It looked rather dreary in the dull and cold weather, with the clouds hanging low above, not letting any warm sunshine through. In the summer, it would look inviting with the vibrant flowers blooming in the gardens in front.

A couple of minutes later, I finally reached the two-meter tall iron gates, complete with the creepy-looking gargoyles embossed at the top of the archway. I got the key out of my pocket and shoved it into the rusty lock, unlocking the heavy chains that locked the gates tight. Letting the chains fall into a heap on the ground, I pushed the gate open, creaking loudly on the rusted hinge, and walked inside.

The grasses in the front garden were already growing past my knees and the neat hedges that framed the walkway I was walking on were in dire need of trimming. There were a few birds floating around the row of apple trees along the garden and a couple of squirrels scrambling about near the oak tree on the other side. It was rather pleasing to see some signs of life in this dead-looking place.

Reaching the massive front porch, I unlocked and pushed open one of the heavy oak doors with a lot of effort. The door creaked loudly as I stepped inside, the sound of my footsteps echoing throughout the foyer and main hallway. It was slightly dark and dusty inside so I drew open the first set of curtains in the foyer, letting some light from outside into the mansion.

Satisfied with the amount of natural light filtering in through the windows, I walked down the main hallway into the living room. Everything was as it was a year ago – white sheets draped over all the furniture and the paintings were placed on the floor below where they were supposed to be mounted, leaning against the wall.

After that brief inspection, I headed straight for the east wing as I always had the previous years. I went up the grand staircase, my footsteps against the marble floor echoing off the empty walls, until I reached the third level and opened the first door in the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, I observed my surroundings and memories flooded my mind of all the times spent in this room five years ago. Both happy and sad memories involved every piece of furniture that was covered by the white sheets. Letting my breath out, I placed my bag by the side of the door and took off my fur coat, rolling up my sleeves to get ready for some room sprucing up. I drew the curtains and opened the windows first, letting the cool fresh air seep into the meek and dusty room. I removed all the white sheets from all the furniture and chucked it on top of a chest in the corner. I took the paintings that were stacked upright beside the fireplace and mounted them back onto the walls at their respective places.

After about a good 45 minutes, I took a quick look around the room and was rather pleased that it looked at least a little more habitable. I rested on the bed and glanced at the bedtable, where there was a photo frame placed face down. I knew what photo it was but I picked it up anyway and saw that it was a picture of me and him, arm in arm with beautiful fireworks in the background during a New Year’s Eve party five years ago. I willed myself not to get emotional by all the fond memories that suddenly flooded her mind, but how she missed all those happy times spent together with him. I quickly placed the frame back onto the bedtable before walking towards the window seat, where I sat for some time staring into the far distance.



It was a quarter past five and I was starting to get hungry. Grabbing my bag from where I left it by the door, I made my way to the kitchen, which was all the way in the west wing. With the fresh food I packed from home, I managed to cook a bowl of cheddar and mushroom soup with some croutons. Placing my dinner on a tray, I walked back to the east wing, passing by the living room, when I noticed something different.

All five sets of curtains were drawn. That was odd. I couldn't remember if I had actually done it earlier when I arrived in the afternoon, but I knew that drawing those heavy curtains was a difficult chore for someone petite like me. 

“I couldn't have possibly done it myself,” I thought. “Or maybe I did. How odd.”

I shrugged and tried not to think too much about it as I made my way to the west wing and back to the room. I had my meal by the window, looking out at the vast lake, as the sky slowly turned dark. After dinner, I felt like having a book to read. Placing my empty bowl on the coffee table in front of the fireplace, I walked out of the room and into the study, which was at the other end of the hallway.

I stepped inside and noticed immediately that the curtains were drawn, letting in natural light from outside. That's strange. I clearly remembered that I did not step into this room the entire day. I frowned and wondered if they were open the entire time since last year when I last visited, but that was highly impossible because first, I was not a careless person to leave the windows open for a whole year and second, there were no signs of nature in the study despite the recent windy rainstorms.

My mind was totally boggled with all the theories for her 'carelessness' as I closed the windows and picked out a book from a bookcase. I didn't want to bother about it anymore as I walked back to the room when I immediately noticed the fireplace was lit. Now something was truly strange.

I started to think quickly of what might be happening. First it was the windows in the living room, then it was the windows in the study and now the fireplace in his room. Through all my rational theories, I can only conclude with two possible reasons: either a ghost has inhabited the mansion or someone has broken into it. My bet was on the latter.

Instinctively, my hand clasped around my wand in my pocket and I pulled it out. Suddenly I heard a sound from behind and I whirled around, wand out in front of me. The door was ajar and I rushed over, peeking out into the hallway, where I managed to spot a shadow, or a silhouette rather, from the end of the hallway. Not quick enough, sucker, I thought.

My heart was beating rapidly that it felt like bursting out of my chest. It told me not to go but my legs were already automatically following the suspicious being, where I found the door to the study opened slightly.

I pushed the door open to enter and that’s when I realized that the room was dark – there wasn't enough light from the windows. I quickly went to the nearest window and drew the curtain open when my eyes caught the faint reflection on the glass. I gasped at the sight and my breath was momentarily taken away but his name managed to slip past my lips in a soft whisper.

“Draco.”

I turned around and my eyes landed on the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes upon. His skin glowed an eerie ghostly white, even though he was still in the shadows between the bookcases. My eyes met his steel grey orbs, which were slightly dark around the edges, from fatigue and lack of sleep perhaps. Oh, how I missed looking into those eyes. His eyebrows were arched in an apologetic look, which intensified the cool intensity of his silver orbs while still warm with love. I could just submerge into those depths and never resurface. His platinum blonde hair had grown, falling slightly over his eyebrows and covering his ears a little. He also had some messy stubble growing along his jawline.

I stared and inspected every detail of him for a good ten seconds, when his voice broke my train of thoughts. 

“Hermione…”

The distance between us wasn't far but I ran to him and flung my arms around him, locking him in a tight embrace, in which he returned with the same amount of passion.

“Oh, I missed you so much!” I cried, my voice muffled by his shirt, tears pouring out of my eyes.

“I missed you more, so much more!” he said, kissing my cheek, ear and neck as he lifted me off the floor.

I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, locking my feet at the ankles, as I sobbed silently into his shoulder. Draco pulled me away slightly to kiss gently on my lips. My hands were instantly in his hair, pulling him closer as I returned his kiss passionately. I missed the feel of his lips on mine, how gentle and passionate he could be, despite his looks. We broke apart momentarily, foreheads touching and breathing heavily as I finally broke into a teary-eyed smile. “You came back, Draco.”

“I promised, didn't I?" Draco said lovingly, tucking my hair behind my ear, before stealing my lips again for a brief kiss. "And you waited for me. All these years, you waited for me."

“Because I love you so much, Draco.”

“And I love you more, Hermione.”



Nothing could describe how elated I was to see and have my lover back with me, in my arms. Nothing could describe how much I missed him, how much love I have for him. All these years I patiently waited for him to return. I continuously believed that he would keep his promise and return to me, despite everybody's advice stop hoping and believing after the second year of his absence.

We barely spent ten minutes hugging and kissing when I found out that Draco hadn't been eating well the past week so I decided to make some food for him, despite his refusals. As I cooked up a meal with the remaining food I had, Draco sat on top of the kitchen island and entertained me with his adventure tales on how he ended up helping the Ministry and the Aurors eliminate the last remaining Death Eaters and sympathizers of the Dark Lord,. I made a mental note to question Harry on his account of working with his childhood nemesis. He also talked about why it took so long for him to track down the growing group of Death Eaters.

"You look as beautiful as the day I left you," Draco said suddenly in the midst of his story-telling.

I laughed lightly as I continued stirring the sauce in the pan. "Thank you, love. You still look dashingly handsome, despite the hair growth."

A pair of strong arms slid around my waist and I felt his lips brush lightly against my cheek, his stubble prickling my skin. "You don't like it?" he whispered.

I turned down the heat a little before turning in his arms, draping my arms around his broad shoulders. I looked up into his warm grey eyes and smiled, running my fingers through his soft blonde locks, "Actually, I love it. Though I would appreciate a shave because I don't want to feel like I'm kissing a cactus."

Draco laughed and leaned down to place a short but sweet kiss on my lips before I continued cooking. He didn't let go of me the entire time, even when his food was served on the table. He pulled me onto his lap and secured a strong hold around my waist so I wouldn't escape. I watched as he ate, noticing the sparkle in his eyes as he finally gets to eat good food after five years of being on the run and living like a beggar.

Once he was full and satisfied, I levitated the dirty dishes into the sink with my wand and sent a cleaning spell to get the dishes cleaned. We returned back into his room and sat on the couch by the warm fireplace while looking out the window, that overlooked the dark sky. I've never felt this contented in such a long time and just by being in his arms, in his warmth, gives me the best feeling of euphoria.

"Tell me about how you spent the past few New Year's Eve," Draco said quietly, and then added, "while I was gone."

My heart stopped beating for a moment as my mind took a trip down memory lane and I recalled the past years, how they all had been the same miserable days of lost hope. I laced my fingers through his and I felt him give my hand a gentle squeeze.

"Every afternoon would be the same as today. I'd draw the curtains, open the windows and let some light and fresh air in. I'd go straight to your room and remove all the sheets and dust everything. Most of the time, I would be sitting there," I pointed towards the chaise lounge directly beside the tall window. "I'll sit there and cry quietly, holding a framed picture of us in my hands and watch the fireworks in the distance at midnight."

Draco tightened his hold around me and kissed my cheek. "I'm sorry I made you go through all that," he murmured against her ear.

I turned slightly in his arms and placed my hand on his cheek, looking into his eyes. "I'm just happy that you've returned, safe and sound. Really happy that you're here with me today, tonight, on New Year's Eve once again."

I lifted my chin and kissed him sweetly on the lips. We kissed several times until after a minute or two, he pulled away and said, "I have something for you."

I sat up and watched as he dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a small black box with intricate vintage designs. He turned the box around in his hands for a moment before speaking.

"Before the Malfoy Manor was demolished, I managed to find this to give it to you."

He turned towards me and opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring - a silver band and a bright emerald gemstone centerpiece with smaller diamonds adorned around it. I gasped at the sight of it and I knew it was a heirloom from his family.

"Draco..."

"This belongs to my mother. It is worn by all the wives of every Malfoy firstborn male. She told me that she wanted me to give this to the woman I love, the woman I intend to spend the rest of my life with, the woman I want to have a future with. I love you and I want you to have it, so marry me, Hermione Jean Granger."

By this time, Draco had slid down from the couch to one knee, holding the box with the ring in one hand and mine in the other. I couldn't stop the tears as they slipped down my cheeks. I smiled, trying my best to hide the excitement bubbling in my chest, and looked into his eyes for a moment before nodding my head as my approval and agreement.

Draco broke into the widest smile I have ever seen him and wore the ring for me, which magically fit my slender ring finger. As Draco returned to the couch, I flung myself on him, straddling his lap, as I embraced him tightly, sobbing into his shoulder for the second time that day. Wrapping his arms around my abdomen, he kissed my cheek and wiped the tears from my face before bringing his lips onto mine. As we kissed, we could hear the loud noises of fireworks from the far distance, signalling the new year.

"Happy new year, love," he said, pulling back slightly and wiping my tears with his thumbs.

"Happy new year, Draco."

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A walk in the park.

Yellow. Red. Orange. Brown. Autumn’s here. 

White cotton candy clouds scattered across the bright blue sky as the sun rays filtered through the gaps, warming the ground beneath despite the cold weather. A light wind breezed by, swirling the leaves of warm hues littered all over the stone pathway and messing up my brown locks again.

Sweeping my hair from my face and tucking it behind my ear, I sipped on my still-warm Starbucks latte as I strolled down towards the other end of the park. I glanced down and watched the leaves float about around my brown knee-high boots, kicking the small piles and scattering them all about. As I reached the turn, a couple of kids – a 7-year old on a training bicycle and a 5-year-old on a tricycle – came pedaling and I managed to avoid them before they barreled into me.

I smiled at them before continuing to walk, where the view of the ocean was already visible. The breeze was strong coming from the ocean, whipping my hair all about, and I pulled my coat tighter around me, tucking my hand into my pocket. Reaching the white concrete railing separating the park from the rocky coast, I placed my Starbucks cup down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the salty breeze.

It’s been so long.

The strong waves crashed upon the rough rocks, water splashing everywhere and the breeze carrying the water droplets, dispersing them further into air. Before I could get wet any further, I grabbed my cup of latter and sipped on the warm beverage as I walked down the pathway towards a particular bench. 

Glancing at my watch, I was five minutes early from the time that was agreed upon.

I took my time to get there, walking slowly and watching other people at the park. A couple of joggers running past each other and managing a smile to each other. A group of teenage boys racing down the pathway on their skateboards. A young family of three sitting on a bench reading a storybook while munching on some sandwiches. An elderly couple walking hand-in-hand with wide smiles on their faces. Two 6-year-old twin boys teaching their young Siberian husky to play fetch. A couple sitting on the parapet and gazing at the horizon. Finally, I reached the bench and it was unoccupied.

Taking a seat, I placed my bag down and dug through for my book. With my latte seated safely beside my lap, I started reading. Not even five minutes later I noticed a presence to my left. Glancing through my peripheral vision, it was a man, roughly the same age as me, wearing an expensive-looking high-collared black coat with black pants. He had black Ray-Ban shades perched on the bridge of his tall and sharp nose, and he’d been keeping some facial hair for some time. But none of that mattered into identifying the said person – his platinum blonde hair was all the proof I needed.

“You’re late.” 

The man leaned back and chuckled – that wonderful low-tone laugh. Oh, how I’ve missed that.

“I got held back.”

He lifted his hand and took off his shades, slipping them into the inner pocket of his coat. I kept my eyes on my book as he turned around in his seat, hitching his right foot on his left knee and placing his arm on the back of the bench. He reached out and took the book out of my grasp easily, carefully closing it and placing it down on my lap.

I kept my eyes forward, trying my best to keep myself cool despite the weather. His finger grazed my cheekbone and trailed along my jaw before he tucked it under my chin and turned my face towards him. Finally, I looked up at him and I immediately forgot how to breathe.

His face had changed over the two years and the scruffy beard definitely changed his appearance drastically. Despite almost looking like a complete stranger, some things never change. His eyes, his beautiful blue-gray almost silver eyes. Even after such a long time, I can get lost in that stunning abyss for eternity.

And that smirk – that trademark of his that he donned on ever since his childhood days. Of course, at that point of time, I despised him, but right now, a lot has changed and this smirk is what melts me into a puddle every time.

“Oh, I missed you so much.”

His warm breath brushed against my lips for a second as he whispered and before I realized it, he leaned in and took my breath away with his lips. Turning my head slightly for easier access, I felt his hands drape around my body. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing him flushed against my body. As he slipped his tongue past my lips, I tilted my chin higher and let my hand run through his soft blonde locks.

A passionate minute later, I pulled away, gasping for air and finding myself on his lap, while my eyes stay locked on his beautiful silver orbs. He flashed a small pearly smile while trying to regain his breathing and I returned it, reaching up to cradle his face in my hands.

“It’s been too long.”

“Way too long.”

I started pushing against his chest to get off his lap but his arms stayed intact around me. He managed another quick kiss before letting go of me. I sat back down on the bench and tried to recollect myself, running my hand through my hair and brushing my coat from non-existent debris.

As I kept my book back into my purse, I noticed a pair of mahogany John Lobb’s in front of me. I looked up and noticed him standing with a hand extended and warm smile on his lips.

“Shall we have a proper catch-up session over lunch, Miss Granger?”

I smiled at him, slinging my purse and grabbing my forgotten Starbucks cup, and placed my hand in his, letting him pull me up on my feet.

“Of course, we shall, Mr. Malfoy.”