Hermione shuffled through her disaster of a purse, mumbling to herself about traffic and punctuality and the unreliability of the trains while Draco leaned on the rail next to her. He let her go for a while before he reached down and hooked a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up.

“Problem, Weasley?” #dramione #harrypotterfanart

// NSFW, bondage, light bdsm

"We really do need to talk about this," Granger said.
"Hm," Draco hummed absently as he double checked his enchantments.
"Yes, this /jealousy/ thing of yours is getting out of hand."
"I'm not sure I follow."

#DHr #Dramione, minister of magic + her cheeky assistant

“Oi! Granger!”

When she blinked awake, it was Malfoy’s crotch that greeted her. She groaned, slinging an arm over her face.

“This is not what I meant when I asked you for a morning briefing, Malfoy."

✨ #dhr ✨ Just crack here

“What exactly are you feeding my child, Granger?” Draco demanded, snatching the plate from her hands.

“/Our/ child, darling,” Hermione corrected with a raised eyebrow. “And it’s a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Where’s the problem in that?”

#Dramione #DHR

An owl knocked on the window, the darkness of the night was still covering the Manor and Draco Malfoy refused to give any attention to the noise coming from outside.

“This better be urgent or I will make the orange demon eat you bloody bird”