Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott
Characters: Hermione Granger Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott Astoria Greengrass Scorpius Malfoy Lyra Granger Gabrielle Delacour Daphne Greengrass Pansy Parkinson Harry Potter
Additional Tags: Accidental Pregnancy Secret Child Arranged Marriage Angst with a Happy Ending Smut Squib Scorpius Malfoy Bisexual Draco Malfoy Bisexual Theodore Nott Divorced Astoria Greengrass & Draco Malfoy Astoria Greengrass Bashing Beauxbatons Lyra Granger Auror Draco Malfoy Curse Breaker Hermione Granger Unspeakable Theodore Nott teenage children Stalker Greyback Lucius Malfoy Being an Asshole Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy Narcissa doesn't start off great
Summary: A five-year relationship between Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy end in heartbreak after Draco's engagement to Astoria Greengrass hits the news. With her life in shambles, Hermione is trying to figure out what she needs to do next, when on the eve of his wedding, Draco shows up at her house. After giving into her hear once more, Hermione flees to France the next morning after seeing Draco and Astoria's wedding picture.
Fifteen years later, there is an attack by a group of Dark Wizards in Paris while Scorpius Malfoy is there vacationing with his mother. Being a squib, the teenage boy is defenseless in the face of danger but is save from a stray spell by Lyra Granger, a girl with wild white curls and looks eerily like him. Upon being taken into protective custody by the French Aurors, the two teens are stuck waiting for their parents. When Scorpius's father and his husband, Theo Nott, arrive they are shocked to see Hermione picking up her daughter.
The pieces are put together and quickly the wizards realise that Hermione isn't as dead as they had thought she was, and when she'd left England, she'd taken something of Draco's with her.
Notes: In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the DreomioneFest2023 collection.
Prompt: Dreomione's children or grandchildren are the focus of the fic/art
Written in the Stars
By: SarahFraser
Chapter 1: Stag Night
Hermione Granger sat in her oversized reading chair that she'd thoughtfully placed next to her fireplace so that she had a view of her back garden. The faerie lights she'd placed in her little backyard oasis shined in the dark night allowing for her to still see, despite the late hour.
She'd tried to go to bed, truly she had, but sleep eluded her.
Tucking one of her curls behind her ear, Hermione pulled the blanket that she'd been using tighter around her shoulders to try and fend off the late October chill that had crept into her house.
Blasted tears, she furiously swiped her hand as her eyes, wanting to rid herself of the emotions that were boiling inside her. The problem was, she was heart broken. Five years she'd dedicated to Draco fucking Malfoy, five years she'd fallen in love with the wanker, and five years of believing that he was her everything and she was equally everything to him.
Oh, how wrong she'd been.
She'd given up the friends that didn't support her, being warmly welcomed by those in his circle. When she'd been left without a family from the choices she'd been forced to make in the war, they'd built one together, even if one of those people happened to be her ex-boyfriend, Theo Nott. They'd relied on each other and had been there to lend the support each of them needed at the time.
When his parents had thrown vicious words towards him about his decision to date her, he'd stood up straighter and doubled down on his devotion. He'd stepped down as the COO of Malfoy Enterprise, ignored invitations to galas and holidays from his mother, all to show how much Hermione meant to him. That he chose her.
It had been a dream come true. Her heart had been full, and she had finally truly been happy . All until a month ago. When he'd shattered her.
Taking another sip of her wine, Hermione's thoughts were dark, and her chest ached at the knowledge of what tomorrow was. How she wished to not know the date, but she couldn't very well ignore it when it was on the cover of every magazine and graced the front page of the paper.
A dead-end job, no friends, no family, and the love of her life marrying another woman. She looked around the small house she was renting, her lease for the place up in just a few more days. The thought of not renewing it and leaving England came back to her. The thought of getting to start a new life, where there were no expectations, and she could pave her own path sounded more appealing as the fire crackled next to her.
A loud knock pounding against her back door had Hermione splashing some of her wine on the floor as she stood from her seat, pulling her wand from her hair. With a steady hand, she pointed it towards the door, silently daring anyone to cross the threshold.
"Granger! Open up! Your floo wouldn't let me pass!" She heard Draco's words slurring on the other side.
Hermione didn't move, however, not wanting to come face to face with the man who'd ripped her heart apart. "Come on, Hermione, it's cold and I'm wet!" He yelled again, knocking. "I know you're awake, just open the door!"
Still, Hermione didn't move from her spot not wanting to see his stupid pale face, that white hair she loved to run her fingers through, or even those damn silver eyes that made her knees weak. No. He could stay out on her porch for all she cared and freeze to death.
"Hermione, I swear, I'll blast the door down!" He shouted when she still didn't give him a response to his nonsense. The threat, however, made Hermione's snarl deepen at the simple wooden door separating them. He wouldn't dare…
"I'll give you the count of three!" He warned, but Hermione held her ground.
"One…" Hermione stared at the door, it now looking much too flimsy.
"Two…" a subtle glow began to illuminate through the keyhole, and she took in a gulp of air, readying herself for what was to come.
"Three!" The door blew off its hinges, falling inwards, but Hermione was ready. Without a sound, she shot off a string of stinging hex, aiming for his favourite appendage.
"Don't act like I don't know your tricks!" Draco bellowed, stepping through the ruined doorway, a shield charm already in place. "I know everything about you!"
"If you knew everything about me, then you'd know coming here was the most ignorant thing you've ever done!" Hermione spat, as she continued to fire off spell after spell in his direction. Damn him for being an Auror. While she was a Curse Breaker, his skills were just far above those of her own and she just hoped that in his inebriated state she could keep the upper hand to make him regret coming here. "This is a rental and you're going to pay for that!"
"I'll buy the entire bloody house if that'll make you happy!"
"The only thing that will make me happy," Hermione yelled – curving her next hex so that it swung wide and came back towards him – "is if I never see your stupid pointy face again!"
Draco didn't respond, instead seeing exactly what she was trying to do and blocking her spell with ease. He dropped his shield, taking on an offensive position and began to advance. Damn him! He moved with a practised grace that she'd once upon a time admired, but now it just infuriated her.
"Malfoy!" She yelped when he finally managed to disarm her, following it up with binding her hands behind her. "I swear, I'll–"
"Do you ever stop shrieking? I just wanted to talk." Draco stalked forwards, tucking his wand.
back into his holster. A holster she'd bought him after he'd graduated from the academy.
"There's nothing for us to talk about, Malfoy," she spat his name, her face turned up into a sneer towards him.
"We do, you broke up with me in a bloody note attached to a box of my things – most of which were broken by the way." Hermione only shrugged; he should be lucky he'd gotten them back at all. "And then you barred me from being able to contact you!"
"You're getting married–"
"It's not my choice!"
"It is your choice, Draco! You always have a choice! You can't stand that bint, and yet here you are, doing exactly as your father commanded!"
"You don't understand–"
"No! I don't understand, nor do I want to. I loved you and you made me believe you loved me as well! Instead, you let me find out about your engagement, " Hermione scowled, the words tasting like ash on her tongue, "from a Rita bloody Skeeter article!"
"I didn't know about the article!" Draco bellowed, stepping closer to her. "My father invited me to lunch and the paparazzi were there waiting. I had no idea any of that was going to come out! Skeeter was just waiting for the photos; she already had the article written! I would have come straight over instead of going back for a private meeting with my father if I'd been aware!"
Hermione's chest was heaving with laboured breaths as she looked at the man she'd thought would never hurt her. The man who owned a part of her soul and the entirety of her heart. "Regardless, you stayed at that lunch with your father and her ."
"He forced my hand, why can't you get it through your thick skull that this isn't what I want!" Draco was nose to nose with her now and Hermione could feel her skin tingling at his closeness.
"And what is it that you need to get through my thick skull?" She seethed; her teeth gritted with her hands bound behind her back she could slap him the way she longed to. Hermione eyed his perfectly straight nose and was getting ready to headbutt him when he grabbed her by the throat to stop the assault. As if it were a reflex that she could no longer control, her cunt clenched around nothing, and her knickers were instantly wet.
"That I'm still desperately and madly in love with you, and you little wicked enchantress have ruined me," Hermione's eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open just slightly before Draco's lips crashed against hers.
A stronger woman than her might have protested against him, but Hermione admittedly was not a strong woman when it came to Draco Malfoy. He managed to get her to prove that time and time again.
"I hate you," she murmured against his lips, melting into the feeling of him pressed against her.
"I hate me too," he replied, deepening their kiss and the world was lost to them. Her restraints disappeared, and Hermione wrapped her arms around Draco's neck, holding him against her. Even if this was just for one more night, she would take it, even though she knew it would destroy her.
She was already wrecked anyway, what was one more night of pleasure to hang onto?
Draco was unhinged, his hand still pressing against her throat, squeezing a bit more causing Hermione to moan in pleasure. Fuck she'd missed him and the way he demanded her body to respond to him.
He pressed her backwards until she was laying on the floor in front of her dying fire, the light low and flickering over the two of them. It would have been romantic had Draco not looked like he was going to devour her.
He wasn't careful with his clothes, ripping them from his body, tearing the fine custom shirt he wore in his haste. He needed her as much as she needed him. It was obvious, they were forever doomed from the start, but their bodies didn't care.
Seeing the expanse of his pale scarred chest on full display, Hermione's trembling hands reached out as she began to track each line she knew so intimately. The ones from Harry, the ones from his deranged aunt, and especially the ones from his father. They stood out against his alabaster complexion, but beyond that was the hard body of a man who refused to be taken advantage of again. A man who refused to be that scared little boy that couldn't protect himself.
His fingers slid down to her shorts, slipping past the elastic waistband and fingering the slick already pooled there. He growled against her mouth at the feel of her hot centre, and Hermione was helpless but to allow him to take what he wanted from her body. His thick fingers slipped inside her, stretching her the way that he knew she liked.
His palm pressed against her clit as he moved in and out of her, pumping her full of pleasure that her body sang in joy at receiving. She'd missed him and was desperate to feel the release that only he could give her. She'd tried, in a desperate and drunken attempt to get over him by sleeping with a handful of men the previous month, but none of them had come close to what Draco could do to her.
"Draco!" Hermione screamed, her back arching off the floor as her climax slammed into her. Her body shook with such force that any thoughts about what was right and wrong fled from her. Any guilt that she might have had over doing these things with a man who was set to be married the next morning fled from her. The only thing she could care about was what she wanted and what he could give her right now.
As her body started to come down from the high that he'd given her, Draco fell back on his heels above her looking down and studying her still clothed body. "I'm going to fuck you now," he told her as he began to pull the buckle of his trousers free. "I'm going to fill that cunt, so you know who it belongs to. I'm going to make sure that you never forget it either," he promised, and despite how much she hated his words, she squirmed in anticipation.
Once he was free of the confinements of his garments and completely nude before her, Hermione's tongue darted out to wet her lips at the sight of him. His body was sculpted perfectly, as though the Gods had crafted him themselves. His strong legs from all his years of Quidditch made her weak and his thick member hard and heavy between his legs was mouth watering.
"Undress," he commanded her, and Hermione was so lost in her lust filled mind that she did exactly that. Wiggling out of her sleep shorts and the soft cotton top, she leaned back on her elbows to allow Draco to take in his fill of her body as well. She wasn't the only one trying to memorise the other, she realised as she watched his silver eyes soften as his gaze roamed over her nude form.
With a pang to her heart, she knew that this really truly was going to be their last night together. He was going to be married the next day and there was nothing to be done for it.
Without another word, Draco slotted himself between her thighs and let his cock brush against her core. Hermione held his gaze, wanting to remember the look of his face when he sank into her. The look of pure bliss that overtook him made her soul scream, but Hermione bit it back as he fully seated himself inside her.
They stayed like that, unmoving and just looking into the depths of each other's eyes, their unspoken words and promises that they'd both broken hanging heavy in the air. They weren't meant to be together, and it was a truth that lurked in the dark corners of her sitting room. A truth that neither of them wished to acknowledge.
When Draco finally began to rock in and out of her, Hermione met each of his thrusts, pushing her hips up. Desperate for what he could give her, she chased her climax, taking from him as he took from her, damn the consequences.
The faster and harder they went; the sound of their skin slapping filled the room along with their moans and cries. Hermione's thighs burned with the efforts and her core ached, but she didn't stop. Her nails dug into Draco's back, anchoring herself to him and marking him for his bride to see. It was petty, but she couldn't bring herself to care.
"Hermione," he moaned, and she knew he was close. Hermione doubled her efforts, wanting to feel the warmth of him spilling inside her just once more, as if holding onto that little bit of him would keep him with her forever.
"Don't stop," she panted, her eyes locked on Draco as his face began to screw up. With a shout, Draco pumped himself in her, filling her and pushing his seed deeper towards her womb. Her greedy cunt milked him for everything he was worth, taking everything he had to give that she wanted.
With their bodies spent, Draco and Hermione collapsed into a heap on the floor. Between the alcohol and the incredible shag, Hermione's body hummed with the release she'd gotten, completely sated. The warmth of Draco's strong arms wrapping around her paired with the heat from the fire, Hermione pulled the blanket she'd been wrapped in earlier over them and together they fell into a deep sleep.
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The afternoon sun was bright, shining directly into her face and Hermione groaned at the headache forming. Rolling her body, she sat up realising that she wasn't in her bed at all, but instead on the hard wooden floor of her sitting room.
When she saw her discarded sleep shirt in a heap near her chair, the memories of the night before flooded back to her.
Draco…
A look at the clock on her mantel said that it was half past one in the afternoon and Hermione leapt from the floor to search the house. It was useless though, as there was no sign of the man who'd graced her presence the night before. The only evidence being her backdoor, hanging limply off the hinges and broken from where he'd used his spell to blast it open.
An owl pecking on the window of her small kitchen drew her attention. She ran to the space that was hardly large enough to stand in, much less cook in, frantic to get whatever the bird was delivering. When she went to let the bird inside, she noticed a rolled-up copy of the morning paper attached to its leg with a note included.
It'd been a long time since she'd had a subscription to the Prophet, not wanting to support the news that fabricated and spread their own narrative to the public. Pulling the paper free, Hermione gave the owl a treat and it was off, leaving her utterly alone again.
I'm sorry.
The note read, it wasn't signed, but Hermione knew who it was from. Unrolling the paper, Hermione's sob caught in her throat as she looked at the front page. A stoic looking Draco stood next to his bride, a binding ceremony happening. The magic visibly wrapped around their wrists all she needed to see.
He was never going to be hers again.
She dropped the paper to the floor before racing back into the sitting room. Hermione snatched her wand from the floor and began waving it about the house, causing all her worldly possessions to fly into the little beaded bag she still owned. There wasn't much, but what she did have flew with precision, carefully packing itself away until Hermione was standing in a completely empty house.
Jotting down a quick note to her landlord that she would not be renewing her lease, Hermione grabbed her bag and headed out. The Goblins wouldn't give a shit about her not giving a proper notice, they'd never been particularly fond of her anyway.
As her hand rested on the doorknob of her house, Hermione took one last look at the paper that sat unmoving on the floor. With that, Hermione left the house, ready to leave the entirety of England behind and start her new life away from the reaches of Draco Malfoy.