Some One-Shots Because why not?

[Dramione] [1]

*Sigh*. I can't finish the Jily part 2 properly so I'm doing... Dramione. I don't personally ship Dramione but I won't judge you if you do. You ship your ship and we spread the love of all ships! Unless there are ships no one ships but just exist because... fanfiction writers love new shipping fuel like Snape x Hermione.

But hey, Dramione isn't such a bad ship, I mean Draco does have a redemption arc. Technically. Whatever, anyway [insert begging for votes, comments, shares and followers] and enjoy!

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Hermione
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Hermione lifted her wand and absent-mindedly poured the water from the kettle into the cup while fishing through her bag. She zipped her bag up and grabbed the cup. She slowly stirred the cup into a dark black colour while thinking about t what she was going to write in her letter to her parents this time. Once got the idea, she grabbed the milk and poured a bit into her cup while picking up her quil. She dipped the quill in ink while quickly stirring the milk and picked up her now finished tea and began writing.

"Dear Mum and Dad,

"I am sincerely sorry to cancel the dinner at such late notice but something unexpected had aroused, causing me to do this. I was looking so very much to this dinner so I could catch up with you and talk you finally about work properly. You must be disappointed, and with right. Is it possible for us to meet instead another time next week? I understand that you might not be free next week but this is very important as I'm sure you understand.

"In other news, Ron's wife finally gave birth! How very exciting! Ron said the baby shower is yet to be scheduled so I will inform you later upon their decision. They said they will name the boy 'Solace' which I find both ironic and a perfect fit. The baby is quite adorable and also quite fighter too, just like Ron. I can'tbelieve how much we've all grown since the war. It felt only yesterday we ran into that brick wall through Platforms 9 and 10, does it not?

"Anyway, I must prepare so goodbye, lots of love from Hermīone!"

She sealed up the letter while sipping up the remains of her tea and tied it to the leg of her owl, Tom.

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She closed the door behind her as she left the flat while grabbing her umbrella and thin coat. She wore trainers, black tracksuits, a wollen jumper. (I wrote this sentence specifically to piss off all the American readers. Basically, sneakers, tack bottoms and a sweater.) Her hair was tied in a simple ponytail as she wore a thin, brown coat. She walked down the stairs and opened the door, the wind finally free in a quick moment of relief. Hermione quickly covered her face then moved her hand to the umbrella which she pointed in front of her and unlocked the clasp.

She slowly walked down the street, the rain clattering against the top of the umbrella and her feet stepping in a small puddle every other moment. The trees were swaying frantically as the branches seemed to keep hitting each other as if to say, "Why are you hitting yourself? Why are you hitting yourself?" She kept slugging through, watching as people cluttered their windows closed and cars skidding past her. The sky was a dark grey as was usual and the leaves made no satisfying crunch beneath her. (How I love my British home!)