A/N: A collection of drabbles and other short fics revolving around Dramione. Because Brevity is the Soul of Wit, according to Shakespeare's Hamlet ;). As every chapter will be a work of its own, I'll mark the collection as complete after every upload.
Potential warnings will be in the chapter notes at the beginning of each fic. For now, this collection is rated T :).
Cross-posted from AO3 where my stories usually are uploaded a little earlier than on FFN. Over there, you'll also find any aesthetics for this collection, as FFN won't let me upload pictures for chapters. My pen name there is sarena :).
Disclaimer: All rights belong to JK Rowling and her publishers. I just borrow the characters and the world for a bit; the plot (as little as there is) is mine, though. This is a non-profit work, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Sunday
Written for the Dramione Fanfiction Writers group on fb for the #FunAndFancyFreeFriday challenge which called for a fluffy drabble of exactly 100 words :D.
Do you know how hard it is to stick to 100 words? Lol. Un-betaed, too.
A sliver of bright light peeked through the curtains, announcing a warm and sunny Sunday. Hermione stretched her back carefully to work out the kinks of the still-unfamiliar position she'd spent the night in.
Her… boyfriend, she supposed was the correct term she should use from now on, shifted a little and grunted in his sleep, his blond hair dishevelled from the frequent turning. It had woken her up each and every time during the night, and she felt her eyes falling shut again in exhaustion. She spooned him once more, arms wrapped tightly around him.
Life was good.
Please let me know what you think! Praise and constructive criticism is very welcome :). If you find a mistake, please don't hesitate to contact me on tumblr: o0sarena0o and I'll try to fix it as soon as I can.