Draco X Hermione - Tumblr Posts

Inspired by 'Tabula Rasa' by @senlinyu

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20711507/chapters/50853052?view_adult=true

Hermione is perched on the arm of his desk chair.

Their faces are getting slowly closer and closer until he can feel her nervous breathing. She has the most beautiful eyes. Her hair falls forward as his nose brushes against her.

His hand ventures up until his fingertips trace along her cheek.

She smiles. Her eyes smile and the corner of her mouth curves faintly up as she dips her head lower.

Inspired by All the Wrong Things, chapter 22 by @lovesbitca8

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14452923/chapters/33387135

My blood is thundering. This fucking box ruining my life for five years, mocking me. Keeping her locked away like a pretty cream room in a manor. Can't touch her in her box. Won't be able to hurt her in her box.

Keep her in her box and she won't hurt you.

"Avada Kedavra."

It explodes in a shower of mirrors and brass and blue velvet. Something slices my cheek, blood mixing with the slide of tears down my face. It smokes. And quiets.

I stare at the hole in the ground, waiting. Waiting for something to feel different. Better.

A scrap of blue velvet flutters from the ceiling, sliding down to fall over my shoulder. I pluck it off my skin and run my fingers over it as I walk a wide circle around the blasted carpet, stepping on glass and brass in my bare feet, my blood mixing into the book pages and blue velvet.

I gather the remains, pulling the glass out of my feet, piling the brass and hinges, holding the fabric in trembling fingers.

And I piece it back together.

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Genre: Angst

Word Count: 1410

Summary: In the aftermath of the war, Draco Malfoy wrestles with a profound identity crisis, liberated from the weight of his family's expectations but adrift in a world without the darkness that once defined him. Desperate, he turns to the one person he thinks might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

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Without the looming shadow of his family’s expectations, he found himself in a profound identity crisis. Who was he without the pressure, without the darkness that had defined his life for so long?

Draco wandered through the halls of Malfoy Manor, a ghost in his own home. The once grand estate felt like a prison now, the silence echoing his inner turmoil. He’d tried to bury himself in books, in potions, in anything that could distract him from the gnawing emptiness inside.

But nothing worked.

Desperate, he turned to the one person he thought might understand, the one person who’d always seemed to have the answers.

Hermione Granger.

It had taken all his courage to send that owl. Hermione was busy with her work at the Ministry, tirelessly advocating for equality and justice.

She was everything he wasn’t—brave, strong, righteous. What right did he have to ask anything of her?

But he was drowning, and he needed help.

Hermione was surprised when she received Draco’s letter.

They hadn’t spoken much since the end of the war, their paths having diverged sharply. Still, she couldn’t ignore the plea in his words. Reluctantly, she agreed to meet him at a small café in Diagon Alley, away from prying eyes.

When she arrived, Draco was already there, looking pale and gaunt. His usual aristocratic composure was shattered, replaced by a haunted look in his eyes.

Hermione sat down across from him, unsure of what to say.

"Thank you for coming," Draco began, his voice barely above a whisper.

Hermione nodded, waiting for him to continue. She could sense the turmoil within him, and it unsettled her. Despite their history, she couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy.

" I don’t know who I am anymore," Draco confessed, staring into his cup of untouched tea. “Without my family’s influence, without the hatred that defined me for so long... I’m lost.”

Hermione’s heart ached at his admission. She knew the feeling all too well, the sense of being unmoored in a world that had changed so drastically.

She leaned forward, her expression softening.

"Draco, finding yourself takes time. It’s not something that happens overnight. You need to allow yourself to heal."

Draco clenched his fists, frustration bubbling to the surface. “But how? How do I move on from everything I’ve done? From the things I’ve seen?”

Hermione took a deep breath, choosing her words carefully. “You start by forgiving yourself. And then, you make amends where you can. You can’t change the past, but you can shape your future.”

Her words, though well-meaning, struck a nerve. Draco’s temper flared.

"Forgive myself? You make it sound so easy! You don’t understand what it’s like to be me, to carry this guilt, this shame!"

Hermione’s eyes flashed with anger. “Don’t you dare tell me I don’t understand! I’ve spent years fighting for justice, for people like you to have a second chance. But you have to want it, Draco. You have to be willing to work for it!”

The tension between them crackled like lightning. Draco stood up abruptly, knocking over his chair. “I knew this was a mistake,” he spat, turning to leave.

Hermione was on her feet in an instant, grabbing his arm. “No, you don’t get to walk away! Not this time!” Her grip was firm, and for a moment, Draco saw a flicker of something in her eyes—compassion, understanding, maybe even a hint of her own pain.

Draco pulled away, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “What do you want from me, Granger? I’m trying, but it’s not enough!”

“Then try harder!” Hermione shot back, her voice rising. “You can’t just give up because it’s difficult. We all have our demons, Draco. You’re not the only one suffering.”

Something in her words broke through his defences. Draco’s shoulders slumped, the fight draining out of him. “I don’t know how,” he whispered, his voice cracking. “I don’t know how to be better.”

Hermione’s expression softened again, and she reached out, taking his hand in hers. “Then let me help you. We can figure it out together.”

Draco looked at her, the anger fading from his eyes, replaced by a glimmer of hope. He nodded slowly, the weight of his struggles momentarily lifting.

"Okay,” he said quietly. “Together.”

Later that evening as a rainstorm waged outside, Draco found himself restless. He paced the quiet halls of Malfoy Manor, his mind swirling with thoughts of his conversation with Hermione. Her words echoed in his ears, challenging him to confront his past and strive for a better future.

As Draco paced the grand halls of Malfoy Manor, the rain intensified outside, drumming against the windows like a persistent reminder of his inner turmoil. He couldn't shake the weight of his conversation with Hermione earlier that day.

Her words had pierced through his defences, stirring emotions he had long buried beneath the facade of Malfoy pride.

With each step, he felt the walls of his ancestral home closing in on him. He needed air, space—anything to escape the suffocating silence that echoed his uncertainty.

Without a plan, he found himself drawn to the large oak doors leading to the garden. Pushing them open, he stepped into the cool night air, the scent of rain and earth mingling around him.

Lost in thought, Draco almost didn't notice the figure standing at the edge of the garden, her silhouette illuminated by flashes of lightning.

Hermione stood there, her hair dampened by the rain, staring out into the darkness with a contemplative expression.

Their eyes met across the distance, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Draco hesitated, unsure whether to approach her. But as another crack of thunder echoed through the sky, Hermione turned towards him, her gaze searching his face.

"Draco," she called out softly, her voice barely audible over the storm.

He took a hesitant step forward, his heart pounding with a mix of apprehension and longing.

"Hermione," he replied, his voice carrying a rare vulnerability.

She didn’t respond with words. Instead, she closed the distance between them, pressing her lips to his in a desperate kiss. Draco responded immediately, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her against him.

The kiss was a release of all the pent-up emotions, the pain, the longing, the unspoken desire. It was rough, urgent, filled with years of suppressed feelings. Hermione’s hands tangled in his hair, while Draco’s grip on her waist tightened, anchoring himself to her.

She gasped into his mouth as he trailed fiery kisses down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. Her back arched, pressing her body against his, feeling the heat radiating off him. His hands roamed over her wet clothes, sliding under her shirt to feel the warmth of her skin.

"Draco,” she breathed, her voice barely audible over the sound of the rain. “We shouldn’t...”

"Stop me,” he whispered back, his breath hot against her ear. “If you don’t want this, stop me now.”

But she couldn’t. She didn’t want to. Instead, she pulled him closer, her nails scraping lightly across his back as she kissed him with a renewed intensity. His hands slipped under her shirt, pushing it up, his fingers skimming over her bare skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

Hermione’s head fell back, her eyes fluttering shut as Draco’s lips found the sensitive spot just below her ear. She could feel his heart pounding against her chest, matching the frantic rhythm of her own. His hands were everywhere—her waist, her back, sliding down to grip her thigh and lift her leg around his waist.

"Gods, Hermione,” Draco groaned, his voice raw with desire. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

She let out a small sigh, hoping he couldn't hear it against the thunder-rain as his lips moved to her neck, sucking and nibbling on her sensitive skin.

Hermione's voice was a rough whisper as she pressed her forehead against hers. “Draco, I...”

Before she could finish, a loud clap of thunder echoed through the alley, startling them both. They jumped apart, their hearts racing with a mixture of desire and uncertainty.

"I... I should go," Draco stammered, his cheeks flushed.

Hermione nodded silently, unable to meet his eyes. Without another word, Draco turned and hurried away into the rain, leaving her standing alone in downpour, as the darkness slowly consumed her, the taste of his kiss still lingering on her lips.

“Run,” he whispered immediately and took his wand in his hand. “Run immediately. He is back.”

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Chapter 4: BENEATH DESPAIR

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"You've got some nerve showing your face here," Ginny spat.

Draco's smirk widened into a mocking grin as he effortlessly sidestepped another spell. "Ah, but you see, dear Ginny, people like us never really change, do we? You should know that by now."

Chapter 2: HE IS BACK

Chapter 4 is up!! :) I hope you enjoy it!

"A decade has passed since the Wizarding War, and Hermione Granger finds solace in the routines of her mundane muggle life while preparing for her final exams to became a field healer and potion maker.

However, everything changes when the past resurfaces in the form of a dark figure thought long gone."

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The question burst out of her. Malfoy stopped and raised his hand to his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his two fingers and slowly began massaging it while taking two deep breaths. "Do you really want to die, or are you just addicted to the Cruciatus?" he asked finally. "Oh yes, I enjoyed it very much; it was a good round, but you didn't seem like someone who enjoys using it."

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A low, guttural growl escaped Malfoy's lips, manifesting his frustration and rage. Animalistic. His arm crashed down onto the armrest of Hermione's chair as he launched yet another assault on her mind, seeking to breach her defenses.

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Hello everyone! I'm back with Chapter 7, which might be a bit shorter than the previous ones because I decided to split what I had already written. This, of course, means that Chapter 8 will be coming soon :)

I really hope you'll enjoy it! Hermione and Draco might get a little closer, but of course, just a tiny bit; we're not rushing anywhere :D. Happy reading to everyone!

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"Are you alright?" The question burst forth from the girl's lips, laced with genuine concern. Malfoy slowly turned back to her, his features etched with a mixture of suspicion and curiosity. With furrowed brows, he peered down at the girl sitting on the floor. "Why?" His response sounded almost like a growl.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978154/chapters/140014660

Fractured Virtue - Chapter 7: DREAMING DARKNESS

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Annoyance flickered across Malfoy's face as he ran a hand through his tousled hair, a tumult of emotions swirling on his face. He took a deep breath. He seemed almost desperate, as if he were wrestling with something. His eyes darted towards the door, then back to the girl before him. Slowly, he opened his mouth to speak, only to close it again in silence. Hermione remained still, allowing him the space to grapple with his inner turmoil. She could almost see his internal struggle raging.

He looked torn, and tired and worn. As he looked into her eyes, she saw a reflection of her own inner battles mirrored back at her, a silent plea for understanding.

Malfoy turned away, his steps carrying him towards the wall where he leaned with a heavy sigh. He lowered his head. His broad shoulders rose and fell as he took a deep breath. His whole body trembled. Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him. The otherwise strong and fearsome figure now leaned against the wall, almost broken. She felt she had to do something, anything to help him.

She rose from her spot, her movements were tentative and quiet. With trembling fingers, she reached out towards him. After a moment's hesitation, she gently touched him. As her hand made contact with his back, a soft exhale escaped Malfoy, almost like a relieved sigh. Her hand almost merged with Malfoy's. She felt the trembling subside. She felt the warmth of his body, the muscles, and the anger coursing through him. It seemed as if the man too almost comfortably melted into the timid touch.

She could almost feel the loneliness, the lack of kindness, and the absence of touch roiling within him. She sensed the ache of his unspoken pain.

But the fragile moment shattered quickly as Malfoy pushed himself away from the wall, his eyes locking onto hers with a mix of fear and defiance. He stepped back.

"What are you doing, Mudblood?" His voice quivered with a vulnerability that belied his mocking face. With each word exchanged between them, tension crackled in the air.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54978154/chapters/140014660