The Things Nobody Says

Of Drought and Downpour - Chapter 6

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57564421/chapters/146469688

The sky was clear, blue and endless, not a single cloud in sight. A warm breeze made the treetops sway and carried the smell of flowers, resin and pine needles. The sun shone bright, warming her skin as she walked towards the Quidditch pitch. Hogwarts was showing her its sweetest, most welcoming side on this glorious summer day.

“Ms Granger!” She heard a deep voice calling her. She turned around and saw Firenze, quietly approaching her at a languid pace.

“Professor Firenze, how are you?”

“Mercury crosses the Dragon’s path again. Venus is aligned, at last.” The centaur said.

“Ah, yes, absolutely. Have a good day, Professor.” And here she was, thinking he would say something useful, for once.

“Have a good day, Ms Granger. Perfect weather for Quidditch.” He smiled looking at the cloudless sky.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she continued on her path. She climbed the many stairs to the top of the stands, Daphne and Astoria were already sitting at the far back and waved at her, smiling. She walked towards them, shooting a glance behind her, towards the pitch. Ginny had just joined Harry and Ron and they were tossing the quaffle back and forth as they hovered on their brooms, not far from where Hermione was standing. 

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.

Trailblazing & Stargazing

It's time for another year of Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest!

Claiming is now open

All HP Pairings welcome.

Entries due: Fri, Nov 15, 9am GMT

Reveal: Sat, Nov 16, 9am GMT

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 39

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

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 38

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/152100664

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/147780226

Eventually, the children came home for Easter break. Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Harry met at platform 9 ¾. Ron’s portkey was set to arrive later that evening.

“Oi, ferret!” said Harry as he and Ginny arrived. “You lost me 100 Galleons.”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me, Potter.” Drawled Draco.

“Don’t mind him, ferret. He has nothing to complain about. I spent those galleons at a muggle sexy shop and he has been enjoying every sickle of it.” Said Ginny with a wide grin. Harry turned the color of a ripe tomato, his scar remaining shockingly white in contrast.

Draco turned towards Hermione. “Why have you taken me to the science museum, and ballet and pubs and I’ve never heard of sexy shops? You’ve showed me chemists, a toy shop and Costa Coffee, something called sexy shop definitely sounds more interesting. What do they sell?” 

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express put an end to that conversation. “We’ll talk about it when the children go back to school.” Smiled Hermione, blushing.

The four of them stood together waiting for the children to get off the train. Albus was the first to reach them. 

“Hey mum, dad. Auntie ‘Mione, Rose may be a while. Last I saw her she was snogging Scorp. Oh, hey Mr Malfoy! So it’s true, you two are together. Can I be there when you tell uncle Ron? Please!” Albus, apparently, still, had no filter.

“Albus, darling.” Ginny hugged her middle child, rolling her eyes. “How are you?”

Fics I loved - part 1

This series was my introduction to fan fiction. I had just finished the umpteenth re-read of the Harry Potter books and I thought I wanted to know more about Hermione. Google brought me to this series and I was immediately in love. The series is not yet complete, book 5, Hermione Granger and the Order of the Phoenix, was published a few days ago. If you love Hermione, go read this series.

Of drought and downpour - chapter one

Inspired by the song "It's raining men"

Last night's plot bunny brought me here, more to follow over the next few weeks.

Hermione and Luna were sitting at the Sugar & Spice, a muggle-style coffee shop on the corner between Knockturn and Diagon Alley. A muggle born witch, who had graduated from Hogwarts a couple of years after they had, owned it and it had been a smashing success since it had opened a little over a year ago. It had become their safe haven for Saturday morning chats. Coffee tables and mismatched armchairs were distributed in small clusters, each area was enclosed in a privacy charm that allowed patrons to enjoy their time there without being ogled or overheard. People could see that someone was sitting but they could not focus their attention on anyone who didn’t want them to. White bookcases lined the lower part of the walls, everyone was free to take or donate books. Beautiful posters of magical and muggle cities as well as natural landscapes decorated the top part of the sage-green walls.

Hermione sipped her pumpkin spice latte and nibbled on a blueberry scone as she listened attentively as Luna recounted her date with Ernie McMillan.

"Hermione, believe me, it will take me a week to get rid of all the wrackspurts I caught. I can feel them crawling all over my head!” She scratched her scalp with an annoyed scoff. “He was 15 minutes late, and that alone is never a good sign. He was wearing dragon-hide boots! Can you believe it? They seemed vintage so I tried to ignore them. Vintage is the only exception I make, you know. We went to that posh French restaurant just beside Gringotts and he ordered for me, the audacity! He insisted I should really try the erumpent fillet! Me! Eat an erumpent fillet! I stood up and left." With a scowl and a sigh, Luna took a long sip of her double caramel oat latte followed by an indulgent bite of her triple chocolate vegan brownie.

Hermione shook her head disbelievingly. "It’s as if they don't even care to know anything about us. Everyone knows you became a vegan in seventh year! Ernie was with us, sat at the same bloody table!” she protested. “I went out with Hercules Monroe last night, he graduated from Hogwarts in 1994, Ravenclaw. As we were walking, he asked me what I thought of the House Elf Liberation Act. And before I could even reply, he started berating it and saying that whoever had written it had never met a house elf. We didn't even reach the theatre, we were going to watch the Phantom of the Opera in muggle London. I left him alone in the middle of Leicester Square." She scoffed.

Luna was shocked. “He is a solicitor, he should know who had that law passed! Was he just trying to insult you or is he that much of a moron?”

Just as they both resumed their breakfast, Ginny stormed through the door and headed towards the counter. When her order had been taken, she crossed the crowded sitting area and reached their table, throwing herself down onto the plush armchair her friends had kept for her and tossing a copy of the Daily Prophet on the small table. The words ‘The boy who lived to be dumped’ flashing in bold letters above a picture of Ginny stomping out of Grimmauld Place as Harry stood on the doorstep looking puzzled.

"I. Am. Done. The Boy Who Lived can go fuck himself! Why did I even start dating him? Why did nobody tell me I was idolising him for all the wrong reasons and he was only with me because he wanted to be a Weasley?"

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I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.