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Dancer Adjusting Her Shoulder Strap
Seven years after the Battle of Hogwarts and Harry's dropped a bombshell on everyone. Draco Malfoy's been recruited as his Auror Partner and 'he's not as bad as he used to be'. But if he's Harry's problem, why does it constantly seem to fall to Hermione to babysit that bloody ferret? And just how much babysitting is going to be expected of her?
PAIRING: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
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‘Well it doesn’t make any difference whether or not Malfoy wants a torrid love affair because he can’t have one on his own.’
‘Oh please. Are you trying to insinuate that if he rocked up to you with that face and that body, and said hey Granger let’s do something my Father will never hear about, you would walk away?!’
‘I am not going to have a torrid love affair with Malfoy!’
‘We’ll see.’ Ginny said knowingly.
PAIRING: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger
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‘Well it doesn’t make any difference whether or not Malfoy wants a torrid love affair because he can’t have one on his own.’
‘Oh please. Are you trying to insinuate that if he rocked up to you with that face and that body, and said hey Granger let’s do something my Father will never hear about, you would walk away?!’
‘I am not going to have a torrid love affair with Malfoy!’
‘We’ll see.’ Ginny said knowingly.
- GenresFan FictionFantasy
476 pages, ebook
Published January 29, 2018
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April 20, 2021
"As he walked out and headed next door to the bathroom.
She waited for the click of the lock after he shut the door, but it never came.
He’s left it unlocked.
Did he mean to?
Is he asking me to go in?
Nah, he’d just ask directly wouldn’t he?
Like fuck would he ask directly. It’s Malfoy, nothing here is direct.
Am I mad? Am I seriously considering pouncing on Malfoy in the shower?
I am."
Effing loved Hermione's inner ramblings, they were so hilarious and relatable.
She waited for the click of the lock after he shut the door, but it never came.
He’s left it unlocked.
Did he mean to?
Is he asking me to go in?
Nah, he’d just ask directly wouldn’t he?
Like fuck would he ask directly. It’s Malfoy, nothing here is direct.
Am I mad? Am I seriously considering pouncing on Malfoy in the shower?
I am."
Effing loved Hermione's inner ramblings, they were so hilarious and relatable.
February 18, 2026
3,75⭐️
March 11, 2026
Kinda cute, loved the banter, but whyyyy soooo loooong
What about you then Malfoy? Any witches waiting at home?’ He didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on Hermione. ‘Oh no, I’m quite unattached.’ Why is he still staring? Fuck off Malfoy.
All in all, the Dark Lord was a real scourge on my love life.’ ‘How inconsiderate.’ ‘Yes, inconsiderate. That was him in a nutshell.’ Malfoy said drily.
‘How do you know I haven’t finished my loop?’ ‘I’ve been watching you. Like you’ve been watching me.’ He said evenly.
‘Fine. Yes.’ Did I just say yes?! Holy shit. I can never be alone and drunk with this guy. Holy shit. I am currently alone and drunk with this guy.
‘I like this one best. Dancer adjusting her shoulder strap.’ He said thoughtfully without looking away from it. She stared at him. That’s my favourite. Not yours. Your favourite should be something more ostentatious, something that screams luxury or extravagance. ‘I like the way it’s completely stripped back. Just that pastel.’ He looked at it wistfully. ‘It’s my favourite.’ She mumbled, adding a hasty ‘too’ to the end of her sentence after hearing how possessive it sounded.
Kreacher snorted. ‘Kreacher is leaving. Goodbye.’ ‘Oh no Kreacher, stay!’ Tootsy cried. ‘No no, Kreacher must be getting on. Terribly busy.’ Liar.
‘Just one?’ ‘One drink.’ He nodded solemnly. ‘Not like last time it was one drink. Tonight it’s actually going to be one drink.’ ‘Of course, of course.’ He was still nodding but there was a glint in his eyes that put her on edge. It’s just one drink. Right?
You should come to mine some time-we can fly round Kensington Gardens when it gets dark.’ ‘Malfoy, that sounds like it’s probably in opposition to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.’ Harry said evenly. ‘Don’t be so boring Potter.’ ‘You go flying in London when it’s dark?’ Teddy asked, wide-eyed. ‘Well it’s only a park so it’s not like any Muggles see.’ ‘ Malfoy. ’ Harry sighed.
‘Are you a show off Draco?’ Teddy asked. Malfoy smiled at him. ‘I have been called one from time to time.’ ‘I’m a show off too.’ Teddy whispered, turning his hair neon green. ‘The best people are.’ Malfoy whispered back.
‘I’ve finished the book you know. Like I said I would. Want my feedback?’ ‘Not one bit.’ ‘Want my company then?’ ‘Not in the slightest.’ She knew she was smiling openly now. ‘You’re such a shitty liar, I don’t know why you bother.’
Without her brain’s permission, her gaze dropped to his lips and although she tried to drag her eyes back up as quickly as possible, his eyes were laughing by the time she met them again.
‘Would you stop me if I tried to kiss you?’ He whispered.
‘No.’ She whispered back. He pulled back so his eyes could flicker across her face, his lips slightly parted with disbelief and starting to curl into a smile. Then bewilderingly, instead of kissing her, he fucking smirked and said, ‘That’s very good to know.’ What the fuck. She stared at him for a long moment before spinning on her heel. I must not hit him. I must not hit him. I must not hit him. ‘ Granger.’ He caught her hand and pulled her back, probably harder than he’d intended to because she ended up smacking into his chest and glaring up at him, furious. ‘I was just savouring the moment you headstrong fool.’ He muttered.
‘There you go again, Draco Malfoy. Fucking hell Hermione Granger, why is it that when I’m around you I always come undone?’
‘How is your hair so blonde? It’s like the hair of angels. The hair of a tiny cherub.’ His smile disappeared. ‘A cherub.’ He repeated flatly. She laughed. ‘A sweet fat little baby angel.’ ‘Oh what the fuck Granger.’ He scowled. ‘I’ve never thought of it before but now, oh Merlin, it is angelic.’ ‘My hair is not angelic. I’m not angelic.’ He hissed.
She waited until she reached the door frame before turning around, one hand on her hip. She couldn’t have wished for a better sight. He was standing rooted to the spot, mouth slightly ajar. She bit her lip and they held each other’s eyes for a long moment. ‘Are you coming?’ ‘Of course I’m fucking coming.’ He practically ran across the room to follow her.
‘I don’t make people tea.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘I’m not an-’ He stopped sharply. ‘.. Intern.’
‘Surely Potter has some actual tea here somewhere?! This is the ancestral seat of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.’ ‘Nope.’ She said sweetly. ‘That is an absolute travesty . Of all the terrible things you two have done here, merrily tearing up centuries of tradition with no care, it is pretty fucking galling to learn you got rid of what I’m sure must’ve been absolutely priceless boxes of loose leaf.’
It was in that exact moment that she realised. I like him. As in, I like him . Not just his body. Oh shit.
‘You look so good, I’ve spent the best part of ten minutes wondering if you’d let me repeat last night’s kitchen table experience on Harry’s desk.’ Oh god.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. ‘I have 15 minutes before my next meeting. Reckon I can make you come in 10?’
‘More of Malfoy. That’s probably the limit of what I can do for you as a friend, so don’t go fancying anyone worse.’ ‘Who would be worse?’ He tapped his finger against his nose, thoughtful. ‘Actually, probably the only person who could top it would be his bloody father.’ ‘Ron!’ ‘Just saying, no love for Lucius here.’
‘I do not lurk.’ ‘Malfoy, you have always fucking lurked. It’s one of your greatest talents.’ ‘You’re the lurker! In your stupid cloak.’ ‘Oh, you’re not banging on about my cloak again are you? Green may be your colour Malfoy, but jealousy isn’t very becoming.’ ‘Lurky little Potter.’
‘Seriously, why the fuck would you say that to someone offering you an olive branch?’ ‘You do know my Mother and Father right?’
‘So you just stormed off immediately-’ ‘I did not storm off.’ ‘Really?’ Harry said with disbelief. ‘Fine. I did a very small amount of storming.’
‘Boss says you can go, let’s go.’ Theo said brightly. ‘He’s not my boss. We’re equals.’ ‘Right. Harry Fucking Potter is your equal.’ ‘Theo, I’m right here.’ Harry interjected.
‘You were never bad Draco.’ He stared at her and Hermione felt like the weight of her words were sinking into him. ‘I wasn’t?’ His voice cracked slightly. Luna shook her head. ‘Oh no. You were spiteful and arrogant and entitled, but you weren’t evil. It’s nice that you and Hermione have put aside your differences-you balance well.’
‘I want you. I’ve wanted you all evening. Fuck, I’ve basically wanted you non-stop since that little reunion in the Leakey.’
‘I could’ve flown myself.’ She lied. He made a funny noise that turned into a cough when she shot him a glare.
‘If this is true, then this is bad.’ He said slowly. ‘Well yes.’ Malfoy replied flatly.
‘I.. you don’t need to..’ Draco stared at it. ‘Go on, open it up.’ Molly urged. With a mystified expression he started pulling back the layers of tissue. Sat nestled within was a jumper. A hand-knitted, sky blue jumper with a silver ‘D’ on the front. A Weasley jumper.
‘No no I want to. I like it.’ Draco said abruptly, flushing pink.
‘Thank you Mrs Weasley.’ He said quietly. Molly beamed back at him. Oh Draco Malfoy.
What about you then Malfoy? Any witches waiting at home?’ He didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on Hermione. ‘Oh no, I’m quite unattached.’ Why is he still staring? Fuck off Malfoy.
All in all, the Dark Lord was a real scourge on my love life.’ ‘How inconsiderate.’ ‘Yes, inconsiderate. That was him in a nutshell.’ Malfoy said drily.
‘How do you know I haven’t finished my loop?’ ‘I’ve been watching you. Like you’ve been watching me.’ He said evenly.
‘Fine. Yes.’ Did I just say yes?! Holy shit. I can never be alone and drunk with this guy. Holy shit. I am currently alone and drunk with this guy.
‘I like this one best. Dancer adjusting her shoulder strap.’ He said thoughtfully without looking away from it. She stared at him. That’s my favourite. Not yours. Your favourite should be something more ostentatious, something that screams luxury or extravagance. ‘I like the way it’s completely stripped back. Just that pastel.’ He looked at it wistfully. ‘It’s my favourite.’ She mumbled, adding a hasty ‘too’ to the end of her sentence after hearing how possessive it sounded.
Kreacher snorted. ‘Kreacher is leaving. Goodbye.’ ‘Oh no Kreacher, stay!’ Tootsy cried. ‘No no, Kreacher must be getting on. Terribly busy.’ Liar.
‘Just one?’ ‘One drink.’ He nodded solemnly. ‘Not like last time it was one drink. Tonight it’s actually going to be one drink.’ ‘Of course, of course.’ He was still nodding but there was a glint in his eyes that put her on edge. It’s just one drink. Right?
You should come to mine some time-we can fly round Kensington Gardens when it gets dark.’ ‘Malfoy, that sounds like it’s probably in opposition to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy.’ Harry said evenly. ‘Don’t be so boring Potter.’ ‘You go flying in London when it’s dark?’ Teddy asked, wide-eyed. ‘Well it’s only a park so it’s not like any Muggles see.’ ‘ Malfoy. ’ Harry sighed.
‘Are you a show off Draco?’ Teddy asked. Malfoy smiled at him. ‘I have been called one from time to time.’ ‘I’m a show off too.’ Teddy whispered, turning his hair neon green. ‘The best people are.’ Malfoy whispered back.
‘I’ve finished the book you know. Like I said I would. Want my feedback?’ ‘Not one bit.’ ‘Want my company then?’ ‘Not in the slightest.’ She knew she was smiling openly now. ‘You’re such a shitty liar, I don’t know why you bother.’
Without her brain’s permission, her gaze dropped to his lips and although she tried to drag her eyes back up as quickly as possible, his eyes were laughing by the time she met them again.
‘Would you stop me if I tried to kiss you?’ He whispered.
‘No.’ She whispered back. He pulled back so his eyes could flicker across her face, his lips slightly parted with disbelief and starting to curl into a smile. Then bewilderingly, instead of kissing her, he fucking smirked and said, ‘That’s very good to know.’ What the fuck. She stared at him for a long moment before spinning on her heel. I must not hit him. I must not hit him. I must not hit him. ‘ Granger.’ He caught her hand and pulled her back, probably harder than he’d intended to because she ended up smacking into his chest and glaring up at him, furious. ‘I was just savouring the moment you headstrong fool.’ He muttered.
‘There you go again, Draco Malfoy. Fucking hell Hermione Granger, why is it that when I’m around you I always come undone?’
‘How is your hair so blonde? It’s like the hair of angels. The hair of a tiny cherub.’ His smile disappeared. ‘A cherub.’ He repeated flatly. She laughed. ‘A sweet fat little baby angel.’ ‘Oh what the fuck Granger.’ He scowled. ‘I’ve never thought of it before but now, oh Merlin, it is angelic.’ ‘My hair is not angelic. I’m not angelic.’ He hissed.
She waited until she reached the door frame before turning around, one hand on her hip. She couldn’t have wished for a better sight. He was standing rooted to the spot, mouth slightly ajar. She bit her lip and they held each other’s eyes for a long moment. ‘Are you coming?’ ‘Of course I’m fucking coming.’ He practically ran across the room to follow her.
‘I don’t make people tea.’ He rolled his eyes. ‘I’m not an-’ He stopped sharply. ‘.. Intern.’
‘Surely Potter has some actual tea here somewhere?! This is the ancestral seat of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.’ ‘Nope.’ She said sweetly. ‘That is an absolute travesty . Of all the terrible things you two have done here, merrily tearing up centuries of tradition with no care, it is pretty fucking galling to learn you got rid of what I’m sure must’ve been absolutely priceless boxes of loose leaf.’
It was in that exact moment that she realised. I like him. As in, I like him . Not just his body. Oh shit.
‘You look so good, I’ve spent the best part of ten minutes wondering if you’d let me repeat last night’s kitchen table experience on Harry’s desk.’ Oh god.
He glanced at the clock on the wall. ‘I have 15 minutes before my next meeting. Reckon I can make you come in 10?’
‘More of Malfoy. That’s probably the limit of what I can do for you as a friend, so don’t go fancying anyone worse.’ ‘Who would be worse?’ He tapped his finger against his nose, thoughtful. ‘Actually, probably the only person who could top it would be his bloody father.’ ‘Ron!’ ‘Just saying, no love for Lucius here.’
‘I do not lurk.’ ‘Malfoy, you have always fucking lurked. It’s one of your greatest talents.’ ‘You’re the lurker! In your stupid cloak.’ ‘Oh, you’re not banging on about my cloak again are you? Green may be your colour Malfoy, but jealousy isn’t very becoming.’ ‘Lurky little Potter.’
‘Seriously, why the fuck would you say that to someone offering you an olive branch?’ ‘You do know my Mother and Father right?’
‘So you just stormed off immediately-’ ‘I did not storm off.’ ‘Really?’ Harry said with disbelief. ‘Fine. I did a very small amount of storming.’
‘Boss says you can go, let’s go.’ Theo said brightly. ‘He’s not my boss. We’re equals.’ ‘Right. Harry Fucking Potter is your equal.’ ‘Theo, I’m right here.’ Harry interjected.
‘You were never bad Draco.’ He stared at her and Hermione felt like the weight of her words were sinking into him. ‘I wasn’t?’ His voice cracked slightly. Luna shook her head. ‘Oh no. You were spiteful and arrogant and entitled, but you weren’t evil. It’s nice that you and Hermione have put aside your differences-you balance well.’
‘I want you. I’ve wanted you all evening. Fuck, I’ve basically wanted you non-stop since that little reunion in the Leakey.’
‘I could’ve flown myself.’ She lied. He made a funny noise that turned into a cough when she shot him a glare.
‘If this is true, then this is bad.’ He said slowly. ‘Well yes.’ Malfoy replied flatly.
‘I.. you don’t need to..’ Draco stared at it. ‘Go on, open it up.’ Molly urged. With a mystified expression he started pulling back the layers of tissue. Sat nestled within was a jumper. A hand-knitted, sky blue jumper with a silver ‘D’ on the front. A Weasley jumper.
‘No no I want to. I like it.’ Draco said abruptly, flushing pink.
‘Thank you Mrs Weasley.’ He said quietly. Molly beamed back at him. Oh Draco Malfoy.
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January 10, 2026
Such a good read!! 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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‘Would you stop me if I tried to kiss you?’ He whispered.
‘No.’ She whispered back.
Then bewilderingly, instead of kissing her, he smirked and said, ‘That’s very good to know.’
😫😫:
‘Would you stop me if I tried to kiss you?’ He whispered.
‘No.’ She whispered back.
Then bewilderingly, instead of kissing her, he smirked and said, ‘That’s very good to know.’
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
February 13, 2025
DNF at 73%
Lost interest - it was just meh.
Lost interest - it was just meh.
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March 14, 2025We don’t rate fanfics in this house because it is HELLA disrespectful to these authors that do this for free in their free time
September 7, 2025
Kind of a wild ride with some surprises but I loved it
September 21, 2025
Cute little thing
December 5, 2025
A 3.5 stars tbh! Cute and fun with some action but just a tad OOC
December 13, 2025
Desperate to meet my goal so I have to log my ff... but let's be real, if I logged all my ff I'd be wellll over the goal.
February 25, 2026
It’s funny how a silly Dramione fanfic is better than half of the published books I’ve read
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