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Hermione Granger has to attend a work gala...Draco Malfoy has a proposition for her.
“You made me flustered! You lied to me. We were alone in a fountain. I–”
“I was trying to kiss you, you insufferable witch. For Merlin’s sake, how are you this brilliant and also this dense?”
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As she looked around her living room - at the green velvet ottoman she didn't remember purchasing, the 14th century Wizarding texts on her bookshelf, the hideous and obnoxiously ostentatious grandfather clock that could only belong to a Malfoy - she pictured the toothbrush next to hers on her bathroom counter, the old Slytherin quidditch jersey she regularly tripped over in her bedroom, and the mint chocolate chip ice cream in her freezer - a flavour she abhorred, but that a particular, pale, pointy faced aristocrat sat across from her had a tragic fondness for.
Her chest burning, as if she drank a barrel of bubotuber pus, Hermione turned to him with narrowed, accusing eyes. "Malfoy...are we dating?"
If there's one thing Hermione Granger knows, it's that she simply doesn't have time to date. Draco decides to date her, anyway.
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- Part 1 of Grandfather Clocks and Ginger Biscuits
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What happens when a lonely, drunken night in the company of only each other turns into a quest to change the past and possibly the future?
The fic is based on the prompt B9-'Takes place during OotP; Remus and Sirius remember their time at Hogwarts over a bottle of Firewhiskey.' -
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Hermione was sick of adventure. She'd had her fair share, and taking a seat at the desk in the back of the DLME was all she could have dreamed of -- until it wasn't.
One day Hermione is summoned to the bowels of the Ministry where she is met by the lead Unspeakable who has a rather odd situation that needs to be dealt with.
Draco Malfoy has just arrived from twenty years in the future and insists on speaking to his wife, Hermione Granger.
The only problem is that the Draco Malfoy she knows is still the snarky, button-pushing boy upstairs--and not the man in front of her now.
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Merlin, but they needed to stop doing this. They were supposed to be patrolling to corridors to prevent other people from shagging in dark corners, but every night this week when they’d been assigned to patrol together, they’d ended up naked and swearing and sweating on each other despite the frigid winter chill pervading the draughty corridors