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15 August 2007 @ 08:48 pm
Round 2; Challenge 1: Drabbles  

So here are the drabbles for the first challenge, for round two.

Just a reminder: do not vote for yourself, or ask people to vote for you.

Drabble 1.

Title: Legacy
Rating: G
Warnings: None, really.
Summary: "Even now, his words still haunt her, even the ones he never spoke."
Pairing: This is Gen, though Hermione/unspecified Weasley is implied.
Word Count: 353
Spoilers: To be safe: yes, for mention of a DH character death.


She never said goodbye to him.

She couldn't.

There wasn’t a body to pay her last respects to, only an empty casket and about a year later, a statue to honour him and the others who fell.

They lauded him a hero, and perhaps, given his sardonic sense of humour, he would have appreciated the irony of it all.

Looking back, she understands now what he was trying to do, why he kept on pushing her so vehemently to work harder.

She was too confident, thinking she already knew it all, and so she needed to be challenged into second-guessing herself.

Her skills and strength would soon be required for far more pressing and important matters than grades. Her friends’ lives would depend on them, and they would also help determine the outcome of pretty much everything.

Were he still around today, he would most certainly challenge her again.

This time, about the choices she has made and the roads she hasn’t yet travelled.

"Are you quite certain that this is what you want, Miss Granger: marriage? One would assume that someone with your capacities would aspire to greater things, like a career, for instance."

"Why wouldn’t I be able to have both?"

"Well, I do hope you realize that he’ll want children right away, considering the way the Weasley family feels about such matters.”

“With all due respect, Professor, but I don’t think you know his family at all.”

"Ah. And you presume you do?"

“I—I think so. Yes.”

In her mind’s eye, she can picture his condescending sneer quite vividly, and she has to admit that she sometimes misses it.

She misses him too, and she regrets how she never even had a chance to thank him.

Five years have gone by since his death and even now, his words still haunt her, even the ones he never spoke—

Or is guide really the word she’s looking for?

The following morning, she sends off her application.

Potions Apprentice at Arkham Apothecary.

And she can’t shake the feeling that somewhere out there, he must be smirking in something akin to almost-approval.


Drabble 2.

Title: Five Year Plan
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione tries to get on the right track, for once.
Pairing: (If relevant) Hermione/husband of your choice? Though it isn’t relevant.
Word Count: 345
Spoilers: None.

Hermione Granger hates Tuesdays. It's not that there is anything wrong with the day itself. Tuesday is only a day, albeit one that reminds her of insecurities she can't shed, no matter how many heroes she can call friends.

She looks down at her watch, a present from her mother-in-law intended to coincide with an important promotion that incidentally never happened, and sees the time without really looking at it. She sighs, stands up, and follows the herd already on the march to the weekly interdepartmental meeting. 10am, her least favorite hour of her least favorite day.

Whatever Hermione suggests in the course of these meetings, whether it’s an idea to stem the flow of dangerous magical objects into England from the former USSR or just a hint directed at the Muggle-Worthy Excuse Committee, remains completely disregarded, is scoffed at, or met with a chilly silence.

Hermione knows why this happens. From the time Alycee Henricks made a fuss about sharing the crayons in kindergarten to her first employee evaluation at the Ministry, she's known. Something about her was uncomfortable for others and remains so.

Smalltalk is not her forte. She has no interest in blathering away with some bigwig about children or degnoming. She refuses to lower her standards to brown nose, even though Ron and Harry practically beg her to do so. ("You could be the bloody Minister if you'd just-") Even Hermione would like to be different.

A step ahead of her, Hermione spots her direct superior and quickens her step.

Then there's the fact she's a woman as well. Nothing like the old glass ceiling to keep a career going at a teeth-clenching crawl.

“Good Morning Mr. Swallowtail. I wouldn’t have guessed it, but fuchsia suits you.”

It’s a lie she can live with. After five years at the Ministry, she feels she’s caught on and can find no joy in the fact. She can only hope this teensy fib will make the rest of the week at her job a bit less unbearable.

Makes no difference. She still hates Tuesdays.


Drabble 3.

Title: Happily Ever After
Rating: PG
Warnings: allusions to violence and torture and war
Summary: At first, there's hope.
Pairing: N/A
Word Count: 498 (rofl)
Spoilers: none, it's all very vague.


At first, there's hope.

Like Sleeping Beauty waking from a long, wistful slumber, senses once again perk up as if it's spring, unafraid to reemerge from their sanctuary.

The end of war.

But, then again, it's just like Harry said – no war is ever really over, secured within the hearts and minds and memories of those chosen and even those not.

That's in the beginning.


But then again, hope can never last too long, overtaken by a sort of despair and desperation that can only be caused when more is lost than was expected or prepared for.

So next, there's disillusionment.

Lethargy and inertia sweep in over the hills perhaps more unexpectedly than the war did – much like biting into a poisoned apple – about a year after it all ended.

After it all began.

"There's just no hope – people were asking for the miracle the minute he died," Ginny confides in Hermione one afternoon, the autumn leaves settled on the ground soggy and boring, not even crispy and crunchy as to make them at least fun to step on.

The little things in life.

"Don't think that's true," Hermione says, needing to contradict her for reasons not even she can quite place her finger on. "I just don't think they expected this amount of restoration. So much effort went into ending the war… people are tired."

"I'm tired," Ginny says, getting up and walking back inside, leaving Hermione to roll her eyes, bitter over how little Ginny contributed during the war, complaining about the fact night and day, only to prove herself more than useless when things less exciting than dying were going on.

Harry would know all about that, of course.


Harry does, and he doesn't complain the whole following year, until depression hits.

Death Eaters are still out and about, wreaking havoc, harming Muggles and Muggle-borns, even if they aren't as organized as they once were.

It'll take, Hermione thinks, something drastic.

When Harry tells her one day that he can't remember a time that she was wrong, she takes his word for it.

It's always easier when there's someone else to blame.

All it takes is for her to let her guard down just that little bit, loosen up the self-imposed step-sisterly and step-motherly restrictions...

She might as well be at a ball already.


It wasn't a ball.

Not ever.

It wasn't even fancy or painless or with glass slippers or anything, really.

Really, if it was anything, it was horrible, leaving her with a strange feeling of dread like coffee residue in the pit of her stomach.

But it left everyone else with a renewed sense of optimism, of anticipation.

Goldilocks before the bears arrive.

She's almost proud to have lived through it all.


Finally, there is a catharsis.

A renewal of sorts, the wolf's belly filled with stones, both Little Red and her grandmother alive and well and happy.

Happily ever after.

If only it wouldn't always take so long to get there.


Drabble 4.

Title: Happy Memories
Rating: PG
Warnings: None really. It's fluff, so a warning for that?
Summary: Hermione muses over the evening.
Pairing: (If relevant): Ron/Hermione, Harry/Ginny
Word Count: 418
Spoilers: Deathly Hallows

She sighed and dipped her quill back into her inkpot, resolutely signing her name at the bottom of the scrap of parchment. She folded it and gestured toward the tawny owl perched on the windowsill, tying the note with a wistful look on her face. “Make sure Ginny gets this, and no one else,” she ordered as the owl took flight out into the midnight sky.

The untold possibilities of the magical world she had imagined a little more than a decade was the only thing that got her through the past five years. Her two best friends were always there for her, and even more so for Ron. Ever since Harry resumed his relationship with Ginny about four years ago, she and Ron began to transform their friendship into a relationship.

But Harry and Ginny were married a month ago, and returned from their honeymoon earlier in the week. And only an hour ago, Ron had proposed on bended knee with a diamond solitaire that sparkled in the candlelight. Ron's face matched his hair as he stammered out the most important question in their relationship: “Hermione Jean Granger, will you marry me?”

She smiled, looking again to the ring on her finger, the symbol of Ron's and her love for each other. The end of the dance they played throughout their schooling and the permanence that hadn't been part of either of their lives since they were children.

She changed into a white cotton nightdress, and was making her way toward her bed when she heard an owl tap on her window. Hermione rose and crossed the room to open the window. She ushered the owl in, recognizing the tawny owl from earlier. When she was untying the parchment, she saw Ginny's loopy scrawl at the bottom of the parchment.

Dear Ginny,

I hope your honeymoon was all that you hoped it would be. I have a favor to ask of you, however. Ron proposed to me during our fourth anniversary dinner. Would you do me the privilege of being the matron of honor at my wedding?

Love and happiness,

Hermione, I would be honored. Congratulations. Love, Ginny

Hermione smiled as she flicked her wand toward the lights. Harry and Ginny were able to find happiness after the death and destruction that littered their mutual past. Maybe it was time to let go, and move onward. Nothing could ever make Hermione forget about the deaths and sorrows, but maybe she could replace them with something happier.


Drabble 5.

Title: Dawning
Rating: PG
Summary: It took Hermione a friendship of twelve years to figure it out.
Pairing: Harry/Hermione
Word Count: 499
Spoilers: None, except for Harry's profession post-DH.

Hermione's heart pounded in her chest as she was waiting for him to arrive. She slipped her hand into the pocket of her robe to search for the folded piece of parchment she had received earlier that evening. After having read the note again, her eyes lingered for a moment on the last sentence he had written. A faint smile lightened up her face.

I'm coming over to your place at 10 'o clock, no excuses. I haven't seen you since we had lunch together last week and I don't understand how that’s even possible when we work on the same floor. Anyway, looking forward to seeing you again. Harry.

If he had learned anything from their friendship, it was the amazing ability to see right through Hermione. Of course Harry had noticed her blush during that particular lunch.

"It's nothing," she had told him. "I'm still angry because of this case I'm working on."

Hermione had felt grateful when Harry just nodded and changed the subject to Quidditch.

Now, leaning against the wall of her flat, she tried to analyze the facts once more.


She'd always been very fond of him, of course, he was her best friend and partner and he'd been a constant in her life for more than twelve years now. Hermione cared for him a great deal more than she did for herself; she couldn't imagine living a normal life without their long conversations, his throaty laugh, his kind eyes, him.

But things had become more complicated the last time they went on an auror mission together, and that realization had slowly crept up on her, taking over her thoughts and dreams until they burst out into an explosion of reds and greens behind her eyelids and nearly made her choke on her drink during that embarrassing lunch. She had been too surprised to even think about why and how as she tried to hide her flushed face behind a menu.

Something had snapped in her head back then on that last mission a couple of weeks ago, when she saw Harry get hit square in the chest by a Cruciatus Curse, when she saw his face twisted in pain as he had staggered backwards into her arms.

"Hermione?" His voice startled her.

"Harry!" She didn't know what to do, felt cornered like a little hamster in its cage, so she took a step backwards. Confusion settled in her stomach as she searched for words.

"It’s all right, Hermione."

His eyes, glowing with affection and understanding, said it all. Hermione suddenly knew nothing could stop her from doing what she was about to do; there were no barriers anymore, no thoughts to make her worry about the consequences. She leaned forwards to press her lips against his. With a sense of peace she felt his smile against hers as they kissed deeply and softly for the first time in their lives. Yet it felt like they had done it a hundred times before.


Drabble 6.

Title: Choices
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Some days, it's your job to say no.
Word Count: 237
Spoilers: post-DH Rowling interviews

There were days when Hermione Granger loved having the Time Room of the Department of Mysteries within her area of responsibilities. Days when checking on the orderly progressions of times provided a soothingly arrhythmic counterpoint to her life.

There were also days when Hermione Granger was deeply grateful that her job as an Unspeakable gave her an excuse to not tell her friends exactly what her job was.

“I don’t see why they won’t let me have one. I mean, it can’t be that big a deal. You had one in fourth year.”

Ron Weasley wanted a time-turner. Wanted it badly enough that, when he received an extremely polite, detailed explanation of why he wouldn’t get one, he whined.

Hermione knew full well exactly how polite and detailed that letter was. She had, after all, written it herself. Not that Ron would ever know.

“Time-turners are really valuable. They can’t give them out to just anyone.”

Before the words had even left her mouth, she knew she should have been more tactful.

“Oh, I see. Your obsessive schoolwork was important, but my career isn’t.”

“Careers, Ron. Plural. You have every right to one, fabulous career that will make you rich and famous, but the Department isn’t going to hand over a time-turner just so you can have two.”

“But it’s not fair. No one could possibly choose between being an Auror and helping run Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes.”


Drabble 7.

Title: A Wizard's Bet
Rating: PG
Warnings: N/A
Summary: Hermione must fulfill the terms of a bet with Draco Malfoy.
Pairing: (If relevant) N/A
Word Count: 337
Spoilers: DH Spoilers

Hermione sat in The Three Broomsticks sulking. It was unfair that Ron and Harry weren't with her. They were responsible for this situation, but apparently the 'man-who-defeated-the-Dark-Lord' and the 'man-who-saved-the-life-of-the-man-who-defeated-the-Dark-Lord' needed to be present at the Fifth Anniversary Victory Celebration. She, on the other hand, was expendable.

"Hurry up, Granger. We don't have all night," Draco Malfoy drawled from the other end of the table. Surrounding the blond were a number of Slytherins, including Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Flint, and Blaise Zabini.

Giving a deep sigh, Hermione stood and cursed the day when Harry, Ron and she had run into Draco in London. Ron made some joke about Malfoy enjoying his last days of freedom before ending up in Azkaban.

"Weasley, you'll be wearing adult diapers long before I ever see the inside of a prison cell," Draco had replied.

From there the discussion degenerated until Draco suggested a wizard's bet to end the disagreement. The terms of the wager were vague, but Harry crossed wands with Malfoy and accepted before Hermione could stop him.

When the Malfoys avoided prison for half a decade, it was time for a member of the Golden Trio to pay up. Hermione had received an owl that morning with the text of the apology she was bound by magic to make.

Taking a deep breath and trying to stop blushing, she began. "I, Hermione Granger, do hereby apologize to the Malfoy family for every mean-spirited, inaccurate, and stupid comment that Harry, Ron, or I ever made. I also acknowledge the good sense shown by the Ministry of Magic in finding the Malfoy family innocent of all suspicious actions taken during the Second War. Moreover, it is my sincere desire to see the Malfoy family and the House of Slytherin be recognized for their untiring efforts in times of turmoil."

Hermione sat down as Draco bowed to the crowd and the Slytherins hooted and cheered. She quietly plotted revenge on Ron and Harry for making her fulfill the terms of the bet alone.


Drabble 8.

Title: Staples
Rating: PG13
Warnings: None
Summary: Some would find it strange that she was his staple.
Pairing: Dramione
Word Count: 497
Spoilers: erm.. none

~*~*~ Staples ~*~*~

He slipped his hand into hers and smiled at her quizzical expression. He knew she was confused, Merlin, she was always confused lately, and who could blame her? He was never known for his outward displays of affection nor was she for that matter. But recently, after his father’s passing it seemed that casual touches here and there just weren’t enough anymore.

Her skin was always so soft and warm and he wasn’t ashamed to admit that he was addicted, to her smell and her taste. Her kisses were always slow and languid, taking her time and savouring him, and his feelings for her before they were forced back to reality, back a world that would shun their love.

Something inside the wizard had snapped, perhaps it was his father finally bestowing his blessing on the couple after years of hatred or the fact that he was sick of hiding her away, pretending to the world that he hated her when he wanted to shout his love from the Ministry rooftop. She was scared that her friends would abandon her, those damn Gryffindors who managed to come out of the war almost completely unscathed. He tried not to feel bitter over how much he had lost, how much time she spent with them, or the love they received. While she limited her time with him, bowed down to their every wish yet refused to go public with their relationship.

Her hand was shaking in his and he gave her a reassuring squeeze before kissing each knuckle tenderly. “It will be alright.” He murmured and pulled her into his arms, marvelling how she still looked as pretty as he remembered from the war. Some might think it strange he was focused on her and not the actual fighting but she was his staple, he knew she would always be there and latched onto that for dear life. When things were dark and his life seemed over, he would close his eyes and see her face, flushed and angry after slapping him and it still made him laugh.

“I’m not sure we can do this,” she replied, her voice muffled in his fine black dress robes.

“Don’t be silly. We have held off long enough and I sincerely doubt there will be any confusion in how I feel for you.”

She snorted and wrapped her pale arms around his waist. “They’ll never understand.”

“No, they won’t,” he would never lie to her, not her.

“I’m not sure I care,” she said it so softly he wasn’t sure if he had actually heard her.

“We’re going to be a family,” her sweet soft smile warmed his heart and it was all he could do not to snog her to pieces.

“We are.”

She stood on her toes and kissed him gently. “I love you, Draco.”

He smirked and led her out of the lift to the gathered Weasleys and Potter’s. “Remember that when they are tearing me a new one.”


Drabble 9.

Title: Never Been Better.
Rating: T.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Life is full of highs and lows; where is Hermione now?
Pairing: H/Hr.
Word Count: 486.
Spoilers: Mentions deaths from DH.

A quill sat precariously in her hand, and the parchment that lay on the table had every inch covered in her neat, lopsided, handwriting. She lit her wand; the parchment was bathed in the warm glow of light. Dropping her quill, she placed one hand upon her temple and began to rub it slowly, easing away the tension of the day.

It had been a long one. Working in the Department of Law Enforcement was never an easy job, especially when there were difficult cases to tend to. Today had been in one of the lowest courtrooms (Hermione suspected it was the one that Harry had his trial in, all those years ago) and a well-known Death Eater had been interrogated. Hermione had looked into the face of Antonin Dolohov and had seen nothing but a cold-blooded murderer who was responsible for the death of her dear friend, Remus Lupin.

It had brought all the horrid, terrible, memories of the war flooding back. Those memories that she had, for years, tried to hide at the back of her mind. Those memories that she had desperately tried to replace with happy ones. She sometimes wondered if there was a way of erasing that time from her mind but realised, even if she could, she would never want to.

She bit her lip absently and stared at the transcript for a few moments longer. The problem with Dolohov was that he was obviously unhinged; that’s why, five years later, they were finally having his trial. This was one of the most spectacular cases Hermione had been part of to date. A Daily Prophet report on it was issued daily to the world who wanted to be sure that these people would be locked away for eternity.

When she looked at that man she thought of his beating heart and realised it represented all the beats that Remus would never have. The beats where his heart would thud as he saw his son take his first steps, or say his first words.

“Hermione?” asked a voice.

She jumped in her seat, spilling her pot of ink all over her desk. She clapped a hand to her mouth, and turned to the voice. Harry’s head had popped into her fire, and there was a look of pure worry upon his face

“What’s wrong?”

“James fell off his toy broom.”

“Harry, how many times have you done the same?”

“I never had to see me looking like that, did I?”

Hermione rolled her eyes slightly at the note of hysteria in his voice and wondered if he’d ever stop being the over protective parent. She shook her head at her husband and grinned slightly. Things were looking up; the family would be brought back to Earth eventually, as James had shown, but right now Hermione was floating upon a cloud.

Things had never been better.

“I’m coming home,” she said finally.


Drabble 10.

Title: Celebration
Rating: Universal
Warnings: None
Summary: At the five year anniversary of the battle of Hogwarts, Hermione has a quick word with Harry.
Pairing: HHr, if you squint real hard.
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: DH, but ignoring the epilogue basically.

The silver wands, crossed in duel, stood by the great lake as a shining beacon.
Beyond it the white tomb stood, framed by the statue, and those in mourning, standing around.
The five year anniversary of the final battle, and the six year anniversary of Professor Dumbledore’s death had heralded the ministry, under the watchful eye of Kingsley Shacklebot, to hold a mourning of sorts to celebrate those who had fought for the good. Under the two considerable crossed wands mourners could stand and read the list of those who had been lost, where their ashes kept watch forever more over the great castle of Hogwarts.
Here Hermione found Harry, his hands together behind his back staring beyond the white tomb over the lake. Approaching him she smiled and snaked her arm around his waist.
“We did good Harry, and so did everyone listed beneath us. They fought for us, the mudbloods, the half-bloods, for you Harry. Let’s not allow that go to waste.”
Hermione took his hand from behind his back and placing it in her own led him of to see Andromeda, who with five-year old Teddy Tonks was busy looking into the lake for the giant squid.


Drabble 11.

Title: Hiding
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione hides in the forest.
Pairing: None
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: DH (children)

She was leaving footprints in the snow. She knew it, but there wasn't much she could do about it. Not for the first time, she wished she'd remembered her wand, but she hadn't expected this hunt on such an ordinary day. Perhaps her pursuers wouldn't notice them.

Or perhaps...she veered into the forest. The ground here was drier, with only a few patches of snow; she avoided them carefully, weaving through the trees, until she dropped behind the gnarled roots of a huge oak.

And now she waited, heart in her mouth, ignoring the baby kicking inside her, hoping she'd hidden well enough...

She'd caught her breath by the time she heard a twig crack.

She froze, wondering who it was, whether they'd seen her or were just looking, if they could hear her breathing...

A few running steps, the scrape of rubber on wood, and someone landed on their feet in front of her.

Someone very short, with bright green hair.

"Teddy!" Hermione whispered. "You found me!"

He grinned. "I'm fost?"

"Yes! Is everybody searching this forest?"

"Nope. Uncle Hawwy's lookin' in the twees, though."

"Well, come over here and be very quiet so he doesn't hear us."


Drabble 12.

Title: Senses
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione studies her reflection
Pairing: (If relevant) D/Hr (slight)
Word Count: 237
Spoilers: Epilogue ignored

Hermione studied her reflection in the mirror, looking for any outward signs of the happiness she felt.

In her ears was a set of small, silver hoops that went perfectly with the dress she was wearing to the celebration that night. Many different sounds has passed through her ears: the Potters’ first child crying, a posthumous pardon for Severus Snape. Especially painful had been hearing another woman screaming her fiancé’s name at her release.

Her nose bore light freckles sprinkled across it. She remembered the smell of new books that filled her senses as she unloading boxes of them with Harry, Ginny and Ron when she prepared her bookshop for its grand opening.

Her brown eyes had seen much pain and suffering during the war, and they had catalogued a number of both painful and joyous moments since. The memory of the sunrise on the first morning after the war still brought her to tears.

She glanced at her lips and smiled. Even now she could feel the ghost of the kiss from the night before with a grey-eyed man she had once counted an enemy.

Her heart had been broken and mended and now she was ready to give it away again. Hermione had experienced every emotion she could imagine since the end of the war and had come through stronger. Her date would be there any moment and she smiled at her reflection, completely satisfied.


Drabble 13.

Title: Late Nighter
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Ron interrupts Hermione's study session.
Pairing: R/Hr
Word Count: 200
Spoilers: vague for Deathly Hallows

Hermione squinted in the dim light of the den, trying to make out the words on the page. She sighed at the book she was studying, wondering if it would somehow be imprinted in memory. She picked up a nearby cup and took a sip, and then grimaced when she realized the tea was cold.

She started a little when she felt a touch on her shoulder, but then relaxed as Ron’s lips caressed her neck.

“You know I have to study,” she whined.

“It’s three in the morning. Don’t you need to sleep before your bar exam?”

“Yes, but, what if I’m not ready? What if I don’t know enough?”

He looked her in the eyes. “You’re the smartest person I know. Aren’t you the woman who got Os on all her N.E.W.T.s, even though you missed a whole year of classes?”

“Well, that’s true, but they let me make up the work and studying over the summer…”

“You’ll be great. Brilliant, even.” He kissed her cheek. “Come to bed.”

She smiled up at him, and placed her hand in his outstretched one. They stumbled their way back to the bedroom, she leaning her head on his solid shoulder.


Drabble 14.

Title: Defence
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: It's five years after Voldemort's defeat. Instead of the defending the world from one man, Hermione is defending one man from the world.
Pairing: None
Word Count: 367
Spoilers: Kind of for DH

"I don't know how much more ridiculous you can get," Hermione snapped. The sixth year student standing in front of her desk flinched, almost unconciously edging away from his irate teacher. Professor Weasley sat behind her mahogany desk in the Potions classroom, frowning heavily. "If you think you deserve points for this--this--contemptible excuse for an essay, you're even less intelligent than I assumed. I asked to see you only so I could say this to you in person."

She paused, then continued, "Severus Snape was not the man you think he is. He was much more."

Angrily, she shoved an essay paper across the desk, towards the student. "You receive no credit for this assignment. If there was a way to give you less than no credit, I would. And 30 points will be taken from Gryffindor. If you ever, ever dare to write about that man in that way again I will--I will--" She paused momentarily, struggling for words. With an ugly grimace on her face, she spat, "I will do more than take away house points, young man."

The student believed her. Grabbing his paper, he fled for his life, nearly running into the door in his haste to remove himself from the classroom.

When he was gone, Hermione sighed and sat down at her desk. She put her head in her hands, desperately fighting the urge to weep. Five years after Voldemort's defeat, five years of people knowing Severus Snape's true allegiance and ignoring it, five years of Hermione's personal crusade to educate people on Severus' life, and students were still so willing to believe in only the bad side of Severus. It angered her and saddened her that even after everything she and Harry had said, even after all the information that had been uncovered, even after all the time that had passed, people still hated him.

For five years, Hermione had been fighting for Snape. Fighting in the classroom, primarily, trying to convince a new generation of students to respect Snape's life and legacy and sacrifice. For five years, Hermione had fought--and she would continue to fight for five hundred more, if that was what it would take.


Drabble 15.

Title: A Kindred Spirit
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Summary: Hermione meets a kindred spirit in the Bookstore
Pairing: Gen, Vaguely implied Hermione/Ron
Word Count: 498
Spoilers: Minor reference to an event in Deathly Hallows


Hermione took a deep breath, savoring the comforting musty smell of her surroundings. She always felt her troubles melt away when she wandered through the many stacks of books in Flourish and Blotts. There were scores of neglected books that lined these shelves; their vibrant pages full of life, just waiting to reveal their secrets. Hermione never knew when she would be lucky enough to unearth a new treasure.

Though she was lost in thought, Hermione was soon snapped out of her reverie as she heard a voice from behind her ask, “You’re Hermione Granger, aren’t you?”

Hermione turned around and saw a wide-eyed little girl, who was tightly clutching a heavy volume to her chest. Smiling cheerfully at the girl she answered, “Yes, I am. What’s your name?”

The girl’s face beamed with excitement as she replied, “Oh, I’m Melody Portersmith. I’ll be starting Hogwarts this year. I’m really delighted to meet you. I’ve read all about you. They dedicated a whole chapter to you in Hogwarts, A History.”

‘A whole chapter?’ Hermione thought as her eyes went wide with surprise. If Ron ever found out she didn’t know there was a whole chapter written about her in one of her favorite books, she would never live it down.

“Oh goodness, didn’t you know?” Melody asked, “It tells all about all of your contributions to The Battle of Hogwarts. I’d have wanted to find out everything I could if it were me.”

Hermione bit back a laugh as she recalled saying something similar to Harry, many years ago. She suddenly wondered if this is how she had seemed to Harry and Ron the first time they met. Smiling softly at Melody she said, “Five years have gone by since the Battle of Hogwarts. I guess I never really thought to read about it from a history perspective, since I lived through it.”

Melody blushed, “Sorry, I didn’t think of it like that.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Hermione said, smiling at the girl who reminded her so much of herself. “It’s certainly nice to know, and when I first started school, Hogwarts, A History, was my favorite book.”

The girl’s confidence was restored and she broke out into a brilliant smile as she asked, “Are there any other books you think I should read before I start school? I’m a muggleborn, like you, and I don’t want to be behind before we even start.”

“Let me tell you a secret,” Hermione whispered, “The most important thing I learned at school is that there’s no one book that can tell you all the answers. Sometimes you can learn more important things from your friends.”

A voice called from across the store, “Melody!”

“Sorry, mom’s calling. I have to go.”

Hermione watched the girl as she walked away, and wondered who she would meet on the train ride to Hogwarts. Hermione had been fated to meet her Knight; she hoped that Melody would be fortunate enough to find the same.


Drabble 16.

Title: Almost Lover
Rating: G
Warnings: Angst
Summary: Just another tragic love story.
Pairing: Left deliberately ambiguous
Word Count: 208
Spoilers: None

She drove without seeing, taking whatever road was in front of her. Forgetting magic, forgetting home, forgetting every instinct she’d ever had – her only thought was to get away, far away from the place where her heart had been ripped to pieces.

Her love for him was unrivaled, untouchable, and her repayment was heartbreak. They’d announced the engagement tonight…he’d chosen someone else.

Not that he’d known there was a choice. He had never made the startling realization that she had – that they would have been perfect together, like the wind and the sea. They could have had it all.

And now, what ached worst was the aching despair, the knowledge that she could never have so much to hope for again. She would never lose so much again, and she would never be completely happy again. Any chance of that was long gone, downed with the champagne they’d brought out to toast the happy couple.

She drove to the sea cliffs and looked out over the endless gray sea, trying to piece together the frayed scraps of her shredded dreams. Hermione Granger was a fighter. She would not be defeated by nothing more than a broken heart.

If only she knew what there was left to fight for.


Drabble 17.

Title: Paperwork
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Summary: Hermione reflects on her job.
Pairing: (If relevant) R/Hr
Word Count: 430
Spoilers: JKR post-DH interview.

Hermione sighs, and dumps another armful of paperwork onto her already cluttered desk. She sits down at her desk, and stares at the paper.
I love my job, she says silently to herself, I love my job, and I love helping people, and I couldn’t be happier.

And it’s true, for the most part. Working for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is interesting, and reminds her sometimes of her days back at Hogwarts – fighting for the rights of the downtrodden, working for the greater good, stopping wizards who abused their magic. Sometimes, she can’t believe how incredibly lucky she is.

But other days, when the paperwork is at an all time high, when she has to suffer through her colleagues’ indignation (she just got the job because she’s Hermione Granger. Didn’t even finish school!), she hates it.
She never really wanted to go into this Department anyway. She pulls the first piece of paper off the stack in front of her, and picks up a quill. But before she can start to fill out the form, there’s a commotion outside her office, and she sees two serious looking women wearing dark robes walk by, talking in magically reduced whispers.

Hermione sighs, and scratches her head with the quill. She always wanted to be an Unspeakable, ever since she learned what one was, back in second year, when the wizarding world was still bright and beautiful to her. The job sounded so exciting – doing things that no one else had the security to talk about, conducting research on some of the most mysterious areas of magic, being part of making history. But after the end of Voldemort’s reign, after she and Harry and Ron (she glances down at her left finger, still not used to the small gold band that rests there) got back to normal life, they never approached her. And you can’t apply to become an Unspeakable.

Hermione knows that the way things are – with her sitting behind a load of necessary, but dull, paperwork, with Ron and Harry working as Aurors – is the way things should be. She always was the one who did the research, checked their homework, made sure everything was in order so they were safe to burst in, wands flying. No matter how much she might miss the old days, when she still felt like part of the three of them (even if sometimes she felt like little more than a glorified research assistant) she knew that wasn’t the life that was meant for her. Some are born to greatness, and some are born to make sure the great succeed.

Hermione takes the quill out of her hair, and starts on the form.


Drabble 18.

Title: Time to Have a Baby!
Rating: G
Warnings: DH Spoilers
Summary: Hermione's first child.
Pairing: Ron/Hermione
Word Count: 388 Words
Spoilers: DH Spoilers... kind of.


Hermione’s yell echoed through the house, No, this can’t be happening, it’s too soon!

There were hurried footsteps and Ron emerged, panting, look of terror on his face. His voice was loud, and panicked as he asked, “What is it? Is it the baby?’ When she gave a faint nod, he took three steps towards her and gently guided her towards a chair.

Now she was sitting down, Hermione’s thoughts began to flow more freely and she placed her hand on her stomach. Ron was hovering, impatient and unsure, and asked again, ‘What is it? Do we need to go to St. Mungo’s?’

‘Yes.’ Hermione’s voice was strong, though Ron detected a hint of panic, and he forced himself to remain calm.

‘Has it- started?’

‘I think so.’

There was silence as both tried to process these words, until Hermione burst out, ‘It’s not due for another month! What if something’s gone wrong? What if-' As soon as the panic came, it died down, I will do this.

‘Right. Bag – I think I left it in our room, Ron could you-‘

But before she could finish the sentence Ron was gone, and he came back a second later, grabbing her emergency bag. He was still white, but a look of firm determination was fixed on his face.

‘Okay, we have the bag. That’s all we need… right?’ He looked at his wife, uncertain for a moment, but her small nod told him all he needed to know.

‘Good, let’s go.’

He grabbed hold of Hermione’s spare hand, and gave it a quick squeeze, one, two-


Startled, he looked over at Hermione, whose face was white, and was now holding onto the chair for dear life.

‘Can you do that?’


‘Side-along apparation. I mean, it’ll take me – but what about the baby? What if we just go, and she-‘ She gave a sharp intake of breath, and Ron grinned.

‘Get her out quicker.’


Grinning sheepishly, he replied, ‘Sorry. But don’t worry – I looked it up, we’ll be fine.’

Hermione’s face relaxed, and she found herself looking upon the sweetest man she had ever known.

‘You looked it up? Ron!’

‘I know. Now c’mon, time to have a baby!’

He grabbed her hand again, and as he apparated, he heard her say, ‘I love you.’


Drabble 19.

Title: Reading Material
Rating: PG
Warnings: very mild adult theme
Summary: Hermione and Ginny are comparing romance novels.
Pairing: possible, Fred/Hermione/George
Word Count: 499

Hermione groaned and rolled her eyes as Ginny giggled and sighed for what felt like the hundredth time as she read what looked like the cheesiest romance novel ever written. The cover held a scantily dressed, voluptuous woman with long flowing blonde hair, flying wild and free in the wind, her hands gripping the long, muscled legs of a bare chested Adonis.

Was that really what the witch thought love was? Woman dropping to their knees for enormous, obviously vain, and even more possibly homosexual men?

Ginny sighed again, a goofy grin spreading over her pretty face and Hermione simply couldn’t take it any more. With a cry she jumped to her feet and ripped the book out of the younger woman’s hands.

“Ginny Weasley, how can you read this - this - trash!” Hermione said, outraged as she flicked to the page Ginny had just been reading, holding the book higher and deftly dodging the redheads attempts to snatch it back. “Her lips were pouting flowers, just begging to be touched, ever so gently, ever so passionately by his long, weather-worn fingers and taken by his ravishing mouth.” she made show of gagging dramatically, and laughing when Ginny finally managed to jump and grab her book back.

“I’ll have you know this book is very romantic.” Ginny cried, sitting back in her seat with a loud thump still glaring at her friend. “Just because you have decided to dedicate your life to a career instead of family, doesn’t mean we all want to. But it‘s been five years since the war ended, and I know that you don‘t like romance but doesn‘t mean that the rest of us don‘t crave it.”

“I do too like romance! I just like it real, and not that cheesy bull with the pouty flowery lips and ravishing mouths.” Hermione cackled, pulled a book out of her bag and started to read. “Eliza smiled shyly and bit her lip as she took her lover’s hand. “Please don’t leave, you have nothing to apologise for, it just makes me love you more. I love how tender you are with me but I also love the way you look at him, like a starving dog, you gaze at James and I love it because I look at him that way too.””

The sound of two men simultaneously spitting their drinks made her turn, finally noticing that Ginny had collapsed into giggles and that Fred and George had entered while she had been reading. With a gasp the muggleborn threw the book back into her bag.

“Oh no you bloody don’t!” Ginny dived and grabbed the book, “I want yours.”

Hermione turned to see the twins, both with a single brow raised and a way too amused expression on their faces.

“Oh bugger off.” She muttered, face flaming as she sat back in her chair and pulled out an old copy of Jane Eyre.


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floorcoasterfloorcoaster on August 15th, 2007 01:37 pm (UTC)
Hey there, when does voting end? Two days like last time? Thought you might want to say that on here. :D
a girl with the best intentionssellthelie on August 15th, 2007 01:40 pm (UTC)
Ah! It was weird doing this again, forgot some stuff! It's been awhile, I will put that in. But yeah, two days. ♥