DRAMIONE ONE-SHOTS by -_-

Malfoy

Inspired by Pinterest - A/N - it's been a while since I've last seen it. If anyone knows the artist please comment, I want to credit them for the inspiration. Thanks again.

P.s - SAD like abuse sad but like also HOT but not by the same person cause we not like that, i mean who wants to f**k ew men, we want the hot 🥵 big boy daddy material, with loads of cash,  😉  😉 if you catch my drift so yeah bye read now omgosh not this the sentence below, ok im waiting. Your still reading this bro. Im not even that interesting like chill. Yeah ok fine fr read bro. 

Also yeah i edited this because I'm back and when i read my writing it was like one of a 3 year old's but hopefully this now sounds ✨professional ✨ hopefully...still can't believe no one mentioned how cringe this was bro 😭 anyways i added flavour and seasoning. Yk gotta make it masaladar...comment bros idk how this sounds to you so like yeah...gotta love the feedback... Bye. Read. Omgosh. Readdd.

Words written like this are her thoughts

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The cold chills, ran though Hermione, jolting her awake, and aware. The sun barely passed the Horizons when her alarm turned on. She felt warm, brightful as she looked to the side, though finding it completely empty. The smile vanishing as realisation sinking in. Gone. Away. My fault. All the words running through her mind. All of which she would repeat on a loop, to forget, remember, suffer and forget again. 

Hermione Weasley, hasn't changed her name even after the incident, after the death of her husband 5 months ago. Everyone had come to the acceptance, all but her. Hermione had fooled everyone that she was ok, but really she had never been more alone. She must admit the events following his death weren't that great, words said, never meant. Words that can't be taken back nor forgiven. Only to accept the mistake and move on, but how can you move on when its the guilt that stays longer then the person ever has. How can you say one thing and mean the complete opposite. It's just not fair. Now she sufferers alone, to accept the fact she will be by herself, no-one will be there for her, only her cats, who have also found love. To spend there 9 lived together. A consitent reminder of her loss. Her only hope. 

She was making breakfast for herself and her dead husband in hopes he might be playing a pathetic prank on her, that he will come in this morning like he always does when his work takes up all night. His hair all over the place, shirt buttons ripped or slightly open. His tired face every time he saw her. Asking for his coffee and toast. Like a dying man seeking help but never letting go of his ego. She missed the way he would comfort her when he accidentally hit her or how some nights when he returned home he would wear her perfume brand, to show he cared. 

Hermione closed her eyes, concentrating upon her breathing, the cold air flowing through her nostrils, filling her like a balloon.  She held it in, like she weigh nothing but simple matter floating around in the sky. She blew the air out, creating a whisking sound, warm breath leaving her, mind fuzzy and calm. She felt angry, even though this illusion she created of him in her head was the 'perfect' man, it was the best she could get. She suddenly stood up, the chair creaking against the tile floor, flying back. The utensils rattled on the table as she picked up his coffee and toast. Opened the bin in a rush and slammed them inside. "That's more like it." She said to no-one particularly. 

It was like a burst of energy erupted from underneath her skin, like she was born again but with better knowledge. Only this time, she'd had enough. She went into her panic room. Look at all the stuff she once wanted to keep, the things that reminded her of him. Today was the day she would have enough. Hermione reached for her bat hitting the sofa until the fluff came out, releasing all the build up anger, tension, emotions, everything. Out. Free. She glanced at the beautiful gold plated plates, "Ok I'll spare you, but only because your expensive." She spoke laughing lightly. She glanced to the other side with the cheap glass plates and nodded 'That's more like it.' She thought. Hermione walked towards them, grabbing on tightly, and smashing it against the floor, the sound rapidly hitting the walls in high pitched sounds. Luckily the house was sound proof, inside and out. Every corner. No-one could hearse her angry screams, as she continued to break the cheap plates. 

All of a sudden, she felt proud, joyful, enlightened, achieved. She didn't want to waste her time cleaning right now, she would do that when she got back. Right now it was time to get her life back together. It's not the time to get into a relationship. It was time to get it together. 5 months is more then enough time, she convinced herself. Knowing deep down it was anything but the truth she wanted to believe. She did want someone to hold her, to be there for her but she had to be realistic. There would be no-one for her.

Walking upstairs to her cupboard she put her black simple shirt on with navy blue parachute cargo pants. Hermione then put on her dark brown French hat, with a windproof green coat, and a black scarf on the inside. She put her phone in her front pocket inside her coat, grabbing her umbrella (A/N: the wands in the umbrella like Draco's father but without the walking stick)

Each step she took, brought her more joy then any other she had experienced. Felt more free, more incharge, and capable of what she can do. She had been controlled emotionally, physically so much that she hadn't realised she was trapped in a hell hole. No matter how smart you are, when your in love your defences and logic fails, it comes the point that its not about smartness, its about your emotional strength. How capably someone is to get through that experience. 

This world has the illusion on love, and gives hate. It's about the greed, the want the desires. Not about the feelings, care, affection. Apparently its not good enough, it's not tough, or strong. Who cares though. I want love, affection, I want all of it. I'm greedy for someone to make feel special because I can't do it myself. I want to work along someone, achieve better heights together. Heck all I want is a family, to love, to heal, to make. I want all the goods and bads it comes with because that experience only some are lucky to have. To hold one of their own in their arms and look at their partner, smiling, silently the happiness flows amongst them. Creating a bond of such love, not even the worlds hate can cover. It's the love worth fighting for, it changes the person. It doesn't make then tougher, or stronger. It makes then happier. 

When people say happiness is the greatest medicine they have experienced that. They have understood that. Those who disagree haven't reached it and stop others from reaching it. Everyone on the inside just wants satisfaction. If there is one thing to learn its to enjoy each and every second, embrace it, love it, live it, if your going to die at some point, live it in the best possible way you can and be happy of every achievement. Like the achievement of your first steps. The first word. The first hug, first laugh, first cry. Everything, everywhere love flourishes. Honestly these experiences make us humans. So what if we make mistakes, live, love, and move on. Move on doesn't mean forget, it means to focus on the positivity, to learn from it. What was the meaning of this on my life, how does this affect me. How can I be happy again? There is hardly enough love on this world. We are slowly turning to unemotional beasts, when we only ever need is love. 

Hermione walked her way to the magical world, not realising the quiet and sneaky buff muscular, low key ugly man behind. (A/N: Guys the hero's coming patience)

Hermione Granger soon arrived at Hogsmead and went to Gladrags Wizardwear. She had planned to buy a dress for Halloween, for the party she was invited to by Harry and Ginny. This year she decided to wear mostly black and dark green. It would look different and attention grabbing. 

Glancing at the mirror she say the reflection of the sun hitting her eyes from the corner. She turned around quickly in her fight stance. Looking at this tall chad looking uglier man, with a cool scar running down his blind eye. The silver dagger on his right hand shimmering with the light reflection.

He chuckled in his deep voice, which would send shivers down your spine. "Hermione Granger huh? You husband sent me to kill you, said you were talking up his land. Now why don't we settle this down nice and quick hm?" Hermione couldn't even utter a word when a...