hogwarts eighth year

Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic.

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise. (Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.) AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP REPOSTING THIS ON WATTPAD. I DO NOT WANT IT ON WATTPAD. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON WATTPAD.

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love. THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION AND THE PREFERRED VERSION FOR YOU TO READ.

"All her growth was the conveying of a corpse of hope." (From 'The Rainbow', D.H. Lawrence) This is a story about coming into one's own, a meditation on the twilight of girlhood and the violence of crash-landing into womanhood. Follow Hermione as she navigates through the quagmire: Saving the world, getting top grades, falling in love, lust, and a whole lot of trouble, and comes out of it hopefully (at least) partially sane.

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco. Smuffy little piece written for the universal darling's birthday celebrations!

As an Alpha who presented later in his life, Harry struggles to understand how it all works, especially when it comes to Malfoy and his incredibly captivating scent. But that doesn’t mean he’s attracted to Malfoy. Not at all. Right?

It had happened in the library at one of the sets of couches along the back wall. He’d been struggling with an essay for Arithmancy while Theo sat beside him on the couch, relaxed back against the armrest, and reading a book for Muggle Studies. In a moment of frustration, Harry leaned back and ended up somehow resting on Theo’s chest rather than the back of the couch. Or: The time in Eighth Year when Harry realizes he might have feelings for Theo.

War is over. Voldemort defeated. Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts for her Eighth Year. It’s where she belongs. Isn’t it? Hermione is having nightmares. A certain sandy haired Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor might be the one to soothe them away, but our favourite werewolf has his own problems. Very slow burn / Will-they-won’t-they (they will).

“Please, I beg you Granger. Do not start preaching your Gryffindor propaganda. Love does not fix everything.” “I never said it would fix anything. I just mean that it pushes people to act when they otherwise may not. You see reason, Malfoy. You know that the old ways are wrong. But love could push you to actually want change.” “I desire change without your childish sentiments.” “Will you fight for it though?” Hermione was never one to admit when she was wrong. Every ounce of dark magic spent, and she still didn’t quite regret it. The ache in her bones, in her heart. It wasn’t enough to regret the outcome of this war. She is alive. Those that she loves are alive. That’s all that mattered. Right? All Hermione wishes for in her eighth year at Hogwarts is to overcome the residuals of the war. Make amends with her classmates. Find the love she once shared with her friends. All she wishes is for things to return to how they once were. All Draco wants is to find normalcy in the aftermath of some of his greatest mistakes. All he wants is for someone to see his choices as what they truly were. A ploy to keep his friends, his family alive. He desires peace.