His hands slid down his chest, fingertips catching on hard muscle as he inched toward the waistband of his already unbuttoned jeans. Hermione couldn’t see past where his hands disappeared below her screen, but the way his body arched—chest rising and falling—was enough to give her an idea of what he was doing off camera. ”You’ve been gone all day, baby.” His voice sent an electric shock through her body, zinging to the pit of her stomach. ”Left me alone—alllll bored and pent up.”

Man holding a Ghostface mask away from his face. Chest is exposed, his head dipped back, wearing rings on his right hand and necklaces

I can finally participate in #dhrwipwednesday again!

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By the time she reaches Malfoy’s door, Darwin is in view, staring her down as if to say Come closer and I’ll scarper away. She slows, a whimper—not the cat’s—reaching her ear. She wants to check on her flatmate, but then she hears a decidedly more pleasured, less pained moan. “Oh, right there, just like that, yes.” Malfoy’s voice breaks through the quiet of the hall. There’s a guttural moan and then the mind-altering follow up of: “You’re so good, aren’t you? I knew it. Good fucking girl.” Hermione looks about the hall as though she might find someone to share in this horror with her. There’s only the feline menace and Malfoy’s voice, deep and desperate as he praises a witch for, to quote, “taking my cock so well.” One day she’ll die, ancient and hopefully surrounded by loved ones, and she just knows this moment will flash behind her eyes and ring through her age-deafened ears. The resonant hum of Malfoy’s voice saying the words my cock to someone who is apparently quite skilled at taking it. She ought not to intrude, but her second thought—after that more moribund one—is to wonder if there’s actually anyone in there with him, and if not, who Malfoy might get off imagining. Meanwhile, she glares at Darwin, who refuses to approach her crouched form, nor her outstretched offer of dried salmon. Instead, her shittiest fur son stays ready to sprint away, one paw lifted, eyes full of mischief. She hisses at him, to no avail. “Darwin, pspsps, you utter fuck.” The feline utter fuck in question looks on with cat-typical contempt. As she listens—because of course she’s listening very intently now—she realises it’s just Malfoy alone in his room, nearing his climax, and being really fucking mouthy about it. The sounds escaping his room are obscene. Slapping skin—his cock must be so wet, and she wonders if it’s precum or if he’s the sort who makes a real event of a wank with lotion or a lubrication charm—and little grunts, and god, delicious, debauching words. “Oh— I’m so close,…

#dramione #nsfw #dhrwipwednesday May I present my as-yet-untitled Manor Pet Rescue fic, ft my fav anime romcom tropes, forced cohabitation, and a Malfoy Manor overrun with animal friends of all kinds. cw: accidental voyeurism, asshole cat

#dhrwipwednesday sorry to censor, I couldn't give too much away 😈

chapter 4 coming tomorrow...

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“It's Shakespeare.” “Oh right, ‘The Winter's Tale.’” He taps his leg consideringly. “Your parents really knew what sort of child they were having in advance, didn't they?” His mouth turns mischievous, corners upturned. “Did you know Shakespeare was actually—” Hermione braces herself for the supremacist nonsense that asserts all talented historical figures, every enduring mind, must be magical. It happens so often with others, and he can't be so changed as to—- “Multiple people writing under the same name?” She’s stunned at first. And then she processes, and what he’s said is somehow more enraging. “You're an… anti-Stratfordian?” She squints at him, wondering if he’s having her on, or if he’s stupid. Those are the two options. He smirks at her, at how very obviously riled up she is. She suspects that was his intent. Oh, he's awful, is what he is. She smiles back.

#dhrwipwednesday #dramione

From a future chapter of RealVenus_FauxFurs. What am I even doing in this findomme fic if they don't also argue about literature?

Chapter 6 just updated--no books, but some smut, so. Please forgive me.

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A 🥺 excerpt for #dhrwipwednesday

Just a little snippet from the next chapter of A Taste of Sin for #dhrwipwednesday 🫣

If all goes well, I’ll post the chapter in the next few days!!

🔗: archiveofourown.org/works/591909...

#dramione #dramionefic

“Wait just one godsdamned second.” He points at her. “You're saying my sexual proclivities are problematic?” “Ha, no.” She considers. “Well actually, yes.” “Are you kink shaming me Granger?” His face is a delightful combination of disbelieving and smug. She huffs. “No, obviously not. Fuck off? I’m not saying submission is inherently wrong. I'm just saying that as a path to your personal salvation, it's not gonna cut it.” “What do you mean?” He looks like he’s taking her seriously, finally. “I'm saying, if you want change in your life, you're going to have to figure out what that looks like outside of my bedroom. Venus can tell you you've done well, I can personally forgive you, but…” “But?” “Ugh. I do know how this sounds, I do. Just. You're going to have to forgive yourself, Draco.” “Oh, stitch that on a pillow.” “Draco.” “No really, that's quite profound.” “I swear to go—” “I think you're onto something here actually.” Annnnd he’s smirking again. Wanker. “Do I also need to learn to love myself? Embrace the journey? What about committing to progress, not perfection?” She really wishes that one didn't get to her, but, alas. She's laughing and then he is too. “Get the fuck out of my house, Malfoy.” She starts pushing him to the front door. “Are you sure you wouldn't rather continue this fruitful conversation? I think I'm getting close to a breakthrough. Don't you care about my self actualization, Gra–” “Out, now.” She shoves just a little, and he moves as though there were real force behind it, ever the perfect scene partner, willing to play into her bit. “I have to study for my finals, your psychological awakening can wait. Off you go.” When she closes the door, it's on the sight of Draco, hand over heart, feigning dramatic offense.

#dhrwipwednesday #dramione

Back to our usual (irregularly scheduled) programming with RealVenus_FauxFurs -- in which sub!Draco gets shoved into his character arc with not nearly as much force as he deserves

Hiii! I know I haven’t been active lately, but I’m back for #dhrwipwednesday and finally posted update for my soulmate AU 🥹 If you’re still reading, thank you ❤️

This is the last chapter of their second year at Hogwarts… so you might guess what’s about to happen 😭

#dhr #dramione

Chapter Title: If You Know Heaven Hence the saying: If you know the enemy and know yourself, your victory will not stand in doubt; if you know Heaven and know Earth, you may make your victory complete. The Art of War X.31.

Excerpt: The road is long, and barren, and black. No light to guide him but a tideway of stars overhead, in a waltz without end. Nothing to see but the Stygian ribbon of midnight at his boot soles, laid over emptiness ahead as it rises to meet him. For ages he walks, listening to the sound of his own footsteps, and the flux of his blood, and a breeze, dark and dreamy. The breeze speaks, and its words become steps that match his own.

Excerpt: She turns her head away for a moment and looks out at the dark edge of the world where light grows steadily. The silhouettes of a pair of massive dogs chase each other in the distance, backlit against the broad expanse of a moon. It draws ever larger as it rises at the horizon line—bright and blinding in its beauty. It’s a Worm moon. A Lenten moon. Maybe. Is it still March where she is? She senses it won’t be if she lingers much longer, and perhaps this moon will become all the moons. Her dad gets to his feet and stretches out a hand to help her to hers. There is warmth there, and surety, and faith in her in his grip and things are caving in inside the chambers of her heart once again, at what she’s lost, in the face of having it for one moment’s breath.

From Chapter 55 of The Lights That Burn (a little sad that this is the last one of these I’ll be doing). After this chapter posts on Sunday it’s just the epilogue left.

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Baby himbo draco the man that you are!!! 😩

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#dhrwipwednesday What is Hermione in store for this week?

Our favorite Gryffindor gets her first dare…

Read chapter one here: archiveofourown.org/works/673493...

Chapter Title: Overthrow Their Kingdoms Thus he is able to capture their cities and overthrow their kingdoms. The Art of War XI.55.

Excerpt: She wanted to touch him for as long as she possibly could. There had been mornings like this at Montfort. A precious handful that she had wallpapered her memories with afterwards for years. Warm skin and soft sheets and the blushing light after dawn. It was close to noon now, and the air was brighter and sharper. She skimmed her hands over him everywhere, both craving and reassuring, as though if she somehow made the contact real enough she could keep things like this forever. She would live inside this for the rest of her life.

Excerpt: The demanding drag of lips that said you’re taking part of me with you—keep it safe. His hands cupping her face and hers at the back of his neck and I need you I love you I’ll follow you. The shared breath between them where her edges met his and We don’t get to know the end. There’s hope here in the margins. And when she had kissed all the words she could kiss, and he had done the same, they each took a step away from each other, into the sun that fell bright on pampas grass, and blinked away into the quiet breeze.

From Chapter 54 of The Lights That Burn

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Selfishly continuing to find ways to make this Draco even more fun to write 🤭

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Chapter Title: A Single United Body We can form a single united body, while the enemy must split up into fractions. Hence there will be a whole pitted against separate parts of a whole, which means that we shall be many to the enemy's few. The Art of War VI.14.

Chapter Excerpt: Draco awoke dozens of times. The cool light of the afternoon with her nose in his neck. The caramel glow at sunset and her elbows an insistence in his ribs. The dim, deep blues of late evening, breathing her hair in his face. Never quite able to leave her, even to sleep. He lingered at the cliff’s edge of consciousness, dragging her closer into his body at every opportunity and slipping in and out of a liminal awareness.

Chapter Excerpt: They lay there for several moments, heartbeats the only sounds between them. He buried his face in the soft part of her between neck and shoulder and filled his nose with the scent of her. He had missed the smell of sunshine.

From Chapter 53 of The Lights That Burn, only a few more left!

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First lines of my new wip 'Mine' Coming this Friday. I'm so excited to be posting these sneak peeks again! 🥰

#dhrwipwednesday

Chapter title: The Movements of the Stars In every army, the five developments connected with fire must be known, the movements of the stars calculated, and a watch kept for the proper days. The Art of War XII.12.

Excerpt: He moved with a mechanical intention, as though his body had been made for this purpose. If he’d had wings he would have flown, but all he was equipped with was charms and bad ideas and the knowledge that he’d follow her into an inferno if she needed him to. He threw himself over the edge of the balcony.

Excerpt: This couldn’t be happening. Surely fate wasn’t so cruel as to see her returned to him for one frozen moment only to watch her die again. It would have been Promethean in the magnitude of its punishment, although the depths of his guilt never ceased to whisper to him. *She was the stolen fire that you were never allowed to keep. Enjoy an eternity of being viciously ripped apart.*

Excerpt from Ch 52 of The Lights That Burn, on Sunday.

This chapter was one that I figured out halfway through drafting was going to require me to reread most of the fic up through that point, and it ending up taking me weeks to write.

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Here’s the entire opening scene of chapter five as a snippet because I have no self control!! 🙃 Continuing to be obsessed with baby soft draco and hermione who can banter with her eyes closed (literally 😌).

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She stands on jelly-jinxed legs, all wobbly and disconcerted as he releases his hold on her. Isn't he going to fuck her now? But he just steps back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He's looking at her like he’s not finished eating her, like he lives with a hunger so all-consuming no single act will ever leave him well fed. “I used to wank to that,” he blurts. “To… giving head in the library?” “To you, letting me.” “Oh, erm, that’s—” ‘Yeah, sorry, too much. I know. But if you can't tell the people you want to fuck that you want to fuck them when you're dead, when can you?”

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Incubus Draco being an absolute disaster (probably posting this Sunday if I finish it in time but who! Knows!!!)

Chapter title: To Crush An Army Whether the object be to crush an army, to storm a city, or to assassinate an individual, it is always necessary to begin by finding out the names of the attendants… The Art of War XIII.20.

Excerpt: He carried a passenger with him, in an oversized pocket of his cloak. One whose evil seeped and oozed into his pores, and burned the mark on his forearm. It made his nerves sting; made him gag. And yet it drew him too, and that was worse. Like the desire to claw one’s skin off to end an unbearable itch. Another hour, maybe. He reminded himself that he could endure it for just one more hour, as he stepped through the shattered remnants of a door and over a razed threshold.

Excerpt: He still had some time. Right now the gears and wheels of Shacklebolt’s plans for the Palace of Westminster would be stirring. Pawns and rooks moving into position—munitions being cautiously laid. The first steps of careful infiltration that would allow the Order to advance further into the Ministry. And elsewhere, five other sets of hands: donning cloaks, readying magical explosives, setting out on the same initial task as he.

From Chapter 51 of The Lights That Burn

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Excerpt from the next chapter of Good Reason for #dhrwipwednesday

The only thing more fun than writing a golden retriever Draco is writing from inside his head. Lots of room to stretch out; it’s not too crowded in there 😅

To catch up: archiveofourown.org/works/660018...

snippet from my eternal WIP #dhrwipwednesday

A Taste of Sin 🔥

Been working on this for months when I’ve had time, and now I’m finally posting! Not just for #dhrwipwednesday but it’s been exactly 8 months since I posted the first ch. 😭

And now… we’re 44k words in… How’d that happen?????

Thank you to anyone who reads or leaves a comment! 🥹

Chapter Title: A Most Important Element Spies are a most important element in war, because on them depends an army's ability to move. The Art of War XIII.27.

Excerpt: She understood why both he and Kingsley had required this—no one in this scenario was ever going to fully trust the other—but to watch him inscribe his name was to comprehend how redundant it was. It was strikingly obvious from the nature of his own demands he had already fully committed himself to this path. He’d bound himself more completely than a blood oath ever could.

Excerpt: The first night she’d ever met him he’d reminded her of an ophanim. Of a dragon. All of that celestial ferocity was there in his face now. “She was everything to me. She still is. She’s the last reason. The only reason. If I’m still breathing it’s only because I loved her enough to finish this for her.”

Chapter 50 Excerpts from The Lights That Burn

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Abs coming at you with a #dhrwipwednesday 😱

(Let's ignore that it's thursday, maternity leave is fuckin with me)

This is so so early, and I'm gonna finish it all before posting, but I'm so excited 🥲

#DHRwipwednesday #wandsandwastelands

I didn’t format this for here but open the graphic lol

Hermione??? With a hand kink???? I don’t know what you’re talking about 🙂‍↔️

Also, I SWEAR to god this chapter will be out in the next few days!!! I promise 😩 For now, here’s the last snippet of it for #dhrwipwednesday!

I wonder what Draco is doing for her to be watching his hands so intently 😌

The ‘it’s too thick to form a fist around it’ microtrope but it’s draco trying to hold hermione’s hair 🤭

A little nsfw bj snippet for #dhrwipwednesday

#dhrwipwednesday #wandsandwastelands

SO CLOSE TO THE END! Cant wait for you to read it ☢️

Chapter Title: The Art of Handling This is the art of handling large masses of men. The Art of War VII.25.

Excerpt: Opening up the green front door and stepping into the dim still air inside that house was a cannonball right into several vital organs. If her nervous system had been operational enough to let her look down, she ought to have seen a smoking hole right through the centre of her. She couldn’t breathe. He wasn’t here yet—he wasn’t waiting for her. But she was. Her ghost was everywhere.

Excerpt: Hermione had neither given him up, nor given up on him. She never would. She’d believed him when he’d told her it was the same for him. Some covenants, once formed, were not made for sundering. *I won’t let you go. Not ever.*

From Chapter 47 of The Lights That Burn, up on Sunday

(If you thought there was angst before…)

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