A/N: Written for Dramione Valentine Exchange 2021 hosted by floorcoaster and dreamsofdramione! Thank you so much for hosting this fun little exchange!

I chose 3 different prompts and wrote short little ficlets in response to them. So they are all 3 included below.

No beta, only Grammarly.

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Ficlet #1 for Weestarmeggie

Title: After Party

Summary: Hermione and Draco reunite after their Hen and Stag do's.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Warnings: None

"Alright, Granger?" Hermione turned to find Draco standing behind her on the steps leading up to their flat. His hands were in his pockets. His hair was perfectly disheveled and he rocked back on his heels as he gave her a devastating grin.

"Oh, fine, Malfoy. And you?" Hermione asked, leaning back against their door, glad that she had kept her heels on, though her feet were aching from all the dancing she had done.

Draco held out his hand parallel to the ground and rocked it back and forth in a 'so-so' gesture. "My night could be better," he added.

Hermione pulled her lips between her teeth in an effort to keep from smiling. "Oh, yeah? And what would make your night better?"

"Depends on if the pretty witch I'm going to marry in a few weeks is planning to sleep in my bed tonight," he replied with a grin in full force now.

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned back to their door. With a tap of her wand and she had unlocked the door and disabled the wards. "Well, don't just stand there," she said to Draco over her shoulder as she entered their flat and kicked off her shoes. "Help a girl out of her dress, would you?"

Draco's laugh echoed before being cut off entirely by their wards as he entered the flat and shut the door.

"I can't wait until you're Mrs Malfoy," he murmured against her neck, sliding the zipper of her dress down and brushing it from her shoulders.

"Take me to bed," Hermione replied, spinning in his arms and reaching up to place a kiss against his lips.

"Thought you'd never ask," he said as he lifted her into his arms and carried her bridal style through their flat to the bedroom.

~Fin~

Ficlet #2 for Weestarmeggie

Title: Fertility

Summary: Draco and Hermione decide to perform a fertility ritual.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Warnings: Infertility

"It's worked for my family for generations," Draco assured her as he spread salt in the grooves of the ritual chamber they had prepared.

"I know, I've read the same books and accounts," Hermione replied. "Doesn't stop me from being nervous. You can't tell me you find this all that romantic." She made a face as she gestured around the bare stone chamber that was in the dungeons of Malfoy Manor.

"We don't have to," Draco began but Hermione shook her head, tears in her eyes.

"We've literally tried everything else," she reminded him. "Potions, charms, cycle tracking, Muggle drugs, everything. And I—" she stopped, cutting off a sob before it worked its way out of her throat. She swallowed hard, trying desperately to keep the tears at bay. She was sick of crying over this, but it seemed all she could do these days.

"Hey, it's okay," Draco said, as he finished with the salt. He muttered the incantation and a bubble of pearly-white magic popped into place around them. Then he pulled her to him and ran a soothing hand down her back. "We'll figure it out, just like we always do," he reminded her. "And this will work. It's worked for generations. It's not going to fail us."

"But most Malfoy brides weren't cursed by dark witches prior to marriage," Hermione whispered against his chest.

"No, but this is different. It's not just magic. It's the gods and goddesses too. Come on," he led her to the center of the circle and pushed the robe from his shoulders, baring his naked body. Then he pulled her robe from her and held her hands.

They looked into each other's eyes as they said the incantation for the goddesses Aphrodite and Demeter and the god Dyonisis to bless them, bless Hermione's womb, and bless their union. The circle around them flashed bright white, then dimmed.

All of Hermione's fears fell away as she looked into Draco's eyes. Her mind cleared itself of everything, except for her husband. Her darling, beautiful, perfect husband, who would do anything for her. Who did anything and everything she asked. She reached up, winding her hands around his neck, and placed a kiss on his lips. He was right. This ritual would work.

~Fin~

Ficlet #3 for floorcoaster

Title: Fleeting Moments

Summary: Hermione pines for Draco, who doesn't seem to know she exists.

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Rating: G

Warnings: Pining

Hermione sighed, her chin resting in her hand as she watched him make his way through the crowded cafe tables in the Ministry restaurant. This was one of the few places she could truly watch him and nobody would notice. She liked the way he filled out the dark gray suit he was wearing. His shoulders stretched the fabric deliciously. Though, when he bent slightly, to look at something in the bakery case, she had to swipe the drool from the corner of her mouth at the way his bum filled out his trousers.

What she wouldn't do to get her hands on a bum like that. A loud peal of laughter startled her out of her reverie and she quickly glanced around her. Her heart was pounding and she was sure she had been caught out staring at magical Britain's most eligible bachelor, but everyone was ignoring her, as usual. She sighed out a shaky breath as the adrenaline coursed through her. She knew she shouldn't be watching him the way she did. What would Harry and Ron think if they knew? Or Ginny? She shuddered to think of the tongue-lashing they would give, that she might even deserve. Who in the hell looked at their school bully and thought 'yum'?

She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. Hermione knew she needed to get over this silly crush, and she thought the same thing every day, but her heart was a stubborn thing. She didn't even think that she would have this crush if they didn't work in the same department together. If she didn't seem him be completely decent to everyone in her department, including her. Hell, she'd even heard him laugh. A real laugh, not one of those mean snickers he used to give at Hogwarts. And, oh boy, what a laugh it was. Deep and booming, the kind of laugh that made her want to laugh along with it.

She dropped her head into her crossed arms on the table before her. She had it bad if she was swooning over his damned laugh. Biting her lip and working up her courage to just stand up and go back to work when she felt someone pause next to the table.

"Alright, Granger?" his voice was deep and she thought she might detect a bit of concern. She should just nod her head and wave him on, but with him standing so close, she couldn't help herself. Slowly, she lifted her head, drinking in the sight of him as she raised her eyes up, and up, and up some more to meet his clear, ice-blue colored ones.

"Yep, I'm fine," she replied with a tight smile, even while her heart thumped loudly in her chest and saliva pooled in her mouth. "Just resting my eyes for a moment."

He hitched a corner of his mouth at her and Hermione's palms grew sweaty as he slid into the seat across from her. "Those damned spreadsheets, right?" he asked with a shake of his head. "Hurt my bloody eyes too."

"Yeah," Hermione agreed, barely breathing and trying to figure out why exactly he was sitting across from her, but at the same time, loving every fleeting moment of it.

~Fin~