A muggleborn and pureblood couple having their first child and the pureblood not knowing about ultrasounds so they don’t understand why their partner is dragging them to a muggle doctor until they get there and suddenly they see a physical picture of their newborn child and hear it’s little heartbeat and it’s better than any magic they’ve ever seen.
Not so very long ago he wouldn’t even have been able to tell the colour of her eyes. But now he knew. Her eyes were brown. A rich, golden brown when she was happy. A dark, almost black brown when she was angry. They were never golden when she looked at him…
the prince and the
rebelpeasant —a dramione au for wendy
"You have to go."
"Why? Because your father will have me arrested?"
"No." He met her gaze, his eyes unwavering. "Because I will."
Hermione ran to hold open the gate as Hagrid lifted Malfoy easily.
“You think he’ll be all right?” said Hermione nervously.
“Course he will. Madam Pomfrey can mend cuts in about a second,” said Harry, who had had far worse injuries mended magically by the nurse.
we all know where hermione really is but fuck that because dramione
"Have you noticed anything different about Malfoy this year?" Harry asked Ron, his voice barely above a whisper. "He’s been acting different, hasn’t he?"
“Are you still on that, mate?” Ron answered, looking around the crowded classroom for Hermione. “Hermione says he isn’t a Death Eater and I reckon she’s the smartest between us.”
Harry shook his head absently, his mind dancing with thought.
“No… that’s not what I meant…” his voice trailing off when Hermione slid into the chair next to him with a broad smile. He forced his thoughts onto Transfiguration, refusing to fixate on the fact that Draco had entered only a few meters behind her.