THE ALGORITHM

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Ginny frowned and impatiently summarised, "We are going to Hogwarts. Madam Hooch asked me to supervise a few lessons." Of course, she wouldn't detail Madam Hooch's injury and whatnot, but she said the words slowly as if explaining to a child.  

Harry's features contorted unpleasantly. His stony gaze fell on the other man in the room.

He pointed to Malfoy and almost barked, "And he's going with you?" The man had let Death Eaters into the castle. It was hard to forget that act of treason. 

Hermione squirmed uncomfortably, "Um, I never gave it much thought." She honestly hadn't, and now it was all she could think about. Thanks a bunch, Harry.  

Ginny busied herself with making Harry a roast beef sandwich. She sliced the meat into even-sized pieces before cutting up a ripe tomato.

Still, she listened intently and kept valid points on standby to defend Malfoy if needed. The ice blonde wasn't her favourite person, but she could see he was trying to make amends for his past misdeeds.

Harry elucidated, "He's not been back there since Voldemort died."

Draco took a deep breath to calm his inner thoughts and explained, "I've put my past behind me, Potter. I expect the visit to go smoothly." 

If anyone should feel uncomfortable about the whole thing, it should be him. Quite honestly, he dreaded facing Minerva McGonagall, a far worse disciplinarian than Dumbledore and much less forgiving. 

Harry laughed cynically and raised a curious brow, "Right, but has your past put you behind it? You might not get a grand welcome from the portraits or professors." Malfoy dared to walk into a place he had caused severe harm. 

24 Hour Diner

Dramione One-Shot

I might post this over on Ao3 tomorrow. I hope you enjoy!

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The dreams had been bad recently. So bad in fact that Draco dreaded trying to sleep. There was always dreamless sleep potion, but that could be a slippery slope if a wizard developed an addiction.

It was for this reason he found himself opening the glass doors of the twenty-four-hour diner a few streets away from his home in muggle London. He had never been able to bring himself to return to Malfoy Manor after the war, it was steeped in bad memories, many of which were fodder for said bad dreams. So, he began a new life in the one place he had never thought he would.

The contrast between the dark and bright fluorescent lighting made him shield his eyes for a moment as he entered, tripping over someone’s overly large and ill-placed lump of a bag in the aisle.

His hand slammed onto the back of the red leather of the booth to steady himself as he swore.

“Shit!”

“Oh God, I’m so sorry, I should’ve…Malfoy!” A familiar voice squeaked.

Chapter 3

I felt a need to justify this little two-shot. Of course, we all knew it was set in the muggle world and things were so easy and romantic for D & H. There were a few minor mentions of what Draco might do to help Hermione’s career, and I guess it wouldn’t be possible if they had stayed in their bubble in the muggle world. This is what happens when the wizarding world interferes in their budding relationship.

“I don’t know how to take all this in. I feel like someone might jump out from behind the door and tell me it was all a joke. There was this muggle television program once where the guy used to do just that….” She caught a note of hysteria in her voice and didn’t finish the explanation.  

Letting out a slight sniffle, she tried and failed to contain her emotions. This was possibly the best day of her life, and she now had to deal with the bitter feelings he had created in her. She knew she shouldn’t allow him to spoil this day for her, but she found herself a little bewildered and needed answers.

He knew she was annoyed but took the risk of passing her his hanky regardless.

“Here, wipe those tears,” he said gently. He wanted to mop them up for her, but the easy way when they had kissed and become close when last seen one another seemed to be lost. He hoped not for good.  

“Where were you?” she said lowly as she discreetly wiped away her tears, “and don’t think these tears are because of you,” she added grumpily.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare think that,” he chuckled.

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THE ALGORITHM

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Ron found his voice first, "Hermione is not going anywhere with you."  He yanked her towards him, and her attempts to escape and protests fell on stubborn, ruby red ears.

Draco held on and refuted with equal arrogance, "I wasn't aware she needed your permission. She is leaving with me." 

Hermione contained the need to scream to remind them of her presence and that she belonged and answered to no one, but the more she suffered, the heat from their hands seeped into her skin, she detached herself from reality, and the present ceased to exist.

Gone was her office. The dimly lit corridors of Hogwarts surrounded her. The stone walls seemed to close in on her. 

Hermione found herself wearing her old uniform and tie perfectly in place. Her hair was the bird's nest she managed at school. It fell in unmanageable strands over her face and cascaded untamed down her back. 

On one end, a slick-haired, pale, pointy faced arrogant boy with a permanent scowl and loosened green and white tie looked down his nose at her. He held on to her for whatever reason, perhaps to prove a point or worse, to fool her into believing he had changed.

Holding onto her with both hands almost possessively and with desperation was a gangly youth in hand me down robes, long red hair and fierce courage that had come to her defence on more than one occasion.

The pain in her arm intensified. A sinister cackling bounced off the walls of her troubled mind, "Pick the blood traitor. My spineless nephew watched you bleed. He did nothing to stop me from mutilating you."

Hermione staggered but came crashing back to reality. The decision was a simple one, wasn’t it?

Draco Malfoy portrait - digital oil painting practice inspired by Rembrandt paintings

A Gift for Draco Malfoy (art)

A Gift for Draco Malfoy (0 words) by jaxxinabox Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: D/Hr Advent 2021, dramione - Freeform, Naughty List, longest night, Spanking, Light Bondage, NSFW, NSFW Fanart, Fanart Summary:

Hermione has found herself in a bit of a bind, and Draco couldn’t be any happier.

Elf Prince Draco + Elf Mage Hermione AU

I’ve been neglecting tumblr, soz :’)

Ministry co-workers in a not-so-secret relationship? Yes please. :) 

 Loosely based off this Suits episode (last slide)

Draco convincing Hermione to face one of her worst fears 😂😂

Draco Malfoy

THE ALGORITHM

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The Alsatian dug its claws into the earth and barred his teeth in a low menacing growl. The bushes rustled, and out of the thick brush, a majestic white peacock glided out without a care in the world oblivious to the strangers intruding on his nightly stroll.

Draco stared at the beautiful creature in awe. It was a common sight around the Manor since the magnificent birds had been one of Lucius's prized possessions. Still, the appreciation for such an exquisite creature heightened in the darkness and fall of moonlight.

Slowly, he slipped his fingers under Max’s black studded collar, tightened his hold, preventing the angry dog from pouncing and pulled him back gently, “Come on, Max. Let's find another spot.”

Though the astute dog kept his eyes on the bird preening his feathers and strutting around the courtyard with an elevated sense of purpose, he heeded his master's command.

Draco released the dog once they were away and near the angelic fountain, sat heavily on the marble bench, and threw the ball in his grasp for Max to fetch.

He stretched his legs out and stared at the night sky. Hardly any stars were visible except for a few sparkling dots millions of miles away. Astronomy like Alchemy intrigued him.

Draco thought hard about the day's events, and a smile slowly worked its way onto his face. He decided seeing Granger come undone was a sight he could indeed get used to. His fingers twitched with the remembrance of her wetness that coated them.

THE ALGORITHM

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Ron yelled into the phone, "How could you be so bloody careless, Hermione?"

Hermione wished she had never answered the phone. She desperately wanted to hang up, but he kept shouting and blaming her as if she had brought it on herself.

Hermione pleaded in desperation, "Ron, please. I don't need this right now."

He brusquely ignored her pleas and accused through gritted teeth, "Why are you still wearing his bloody ring? Chuck it!" Clearly, he considered it the ultimate betrayal and showed no remorse in pointing it out bluntly.

Get rid of the ring? No, it was incomprehensible. She felt an allegiance to it. They were one.

Despite the unfavourable circumstances that led her to be in possession of the enchanted ring, she could not part with it. The very thought left a gaping hole in her heart, and at that point, she could not fathom why she could feel excruciating pain at her centre.

Hermione refused, "No, I can't..." I need it. I need…him.

Ron insisted desperately, "Leave him, Hermione, before he destroys everything you've worked so hard to build."

If only it were that easy. Ron had lost all common sense and forgotten about the fundamental clauses of The Algorithm.

His voice was heavy with longing, "Everything we stood for."

Hermione reminded him firmly, "You know it's not that easy."

Ron could not help but sound vindictive, "It sounds like you've developed feelings for the bastard." He was so caught up in his emotional turmoil he apportioned blame without a shred of thought for Hermione's feelings, "Are you that blind to what is happening? Since when are you this bloody naive?"

Hermione swallowed hard, held back the tears, and said weakly, "I have to get back to work, Ronald." She included in barely a whisper, "You are just being cruel."

Ron wasn't easily discouraged, "I won't stand by and let you destroy yourself. I care too much about you."

Hermione held onto the phone tightly and implored, "Please stop..." She did not hear the door open or the purposeful steps that approached. His intoxicating scent invaded her space long before his fingers did.

She felt the light brush of his thumb across her sensitive earlobe as he took the phone from her grasp and spoke firmly into it, "Weasley, Hermione will call you back shortly." It was clear from his harsh tone of voice that he was displeased.  

Ron barely got a word in edgewise before the line went dead, "Malf..."

The Awakening- Draco discovers early on that he has a slapping kink. What he doesn’t know is that the object of his fantasies does too…

Rating: E Warnings: Rough play, Explicit Sexual Content, Language, Toxic relationship, Sub/Dom undertones Pairing: Draco and Hermione Word count: 3400

A sketch of Draco and Hermione enjoying themselves in Hogwarts.