Granger's Unhinged Writing Department
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putting the pieces together by Wanderingfair for elcieford
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
23 Jan 2026
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Hermione Granger is blackout drunk.
Ginny Potter needs to get home to care for her 1-year-old. Luckily, the pub is packed with more revelers than just for the birthday girl, including a healer Ginny has trusted in the past.
She’s fairly certain Hermione won’t remember anyway.
*A Dramione Textfic*
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“This is my event— Our coworkers—”
“Know you’re married,” he finishes. “And it’s Valentine’s Day. No one can possibly expect me to look at my wife in this dress and not want to feel her around my cock before the party’s over.”
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Hermione agrees to sneak away with Draco at a party. But she demands one concession: just the tip.
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An Unexpected Valentine by Wanderingfair for Dizzle00
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
21 Jan 2026
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“This wasn’t the Valentine’s Day I imagined,” she murmurs against his chest. He stills, arms hovering just before wrapping her in his embrace. The swift February winds whip around them, stars making their first appearance across the blue hour of the night sky.
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Hermione Granger has planned the perfect Valentine's Day for her boyfriend, Roger Davies. When Roger gets stuck on a mission, Draco fills in.
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Resigned to his eventual death at the hands of the very monster he serves, Draco Malfoy stumbles onto another way out—out of the war, out of the Death Eaters, maybe even out of his inevitable demise…
Hermione Granger: The Girl Who Went Mad.
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keep your head up by ThornedHuntress
Fandoms: Heated Rivalry (TV), Game Changers Series - Rachel Reid
18 Jan 2026
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Shane Hollander had it all. Until he didn't.
Because he could see it there, in Ilya’s gaze as he prowled across the room. That awareness that everything was different, that everything was wrong, that everything was ruined.
Because Shane Hollander was a fucking omega and, in the work of an instant, with a single, stupid burst of perfume, the decades he’d spent trying to hide his designation—the diets, the bruising physicality, the stress—all of it was for fucking nothing.