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Nothing is as it seems.
A splinching incident lands Hermione Granger in the arms of someone wholly unexpected... and they might not let her go.
A dramione story based off of Beauty and the Beast with a twist.
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Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the folder Robards was holding out to him. His eyes caught on the words stamped across the top: Judicial Assigned — Hermione Granger.
Fuck.
Every bloody Auror in the DMLE knew that getting Granger assigned to their cases meant one thing—your life was about to get ten times harder. She was relentless. Nitpicking. Righteous. She wanted every last detail cross-examined from both sides. She was rigid, uptight, and exhausting to work with. But she also had a ninety-seven percent conviction rate, and this case was Draco’s biggest yet.
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What might unfold when Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger are paired up on a DMLE case and find themselves stuck in a cabin for three nights?
A playful and steamy one-shot
Enjoy :)
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The Lessening by littlewolfsyndrome for CalliopeCrowe
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
08 Apr 2026
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Hermione Granger just wants an orgasm.
A perfectly reasonable aspiration after a brutal shift in St. Mungo’s trauma ward, most would agree. Her trusty vibrator, Hamish, hasn’t let her down yet, and she really—really—needs to come.
But when a half-dead Auror shows up on her doorstep, requiring her life-saving services, Hermione’s dream of getting in a cathartic, satisfactory wank before dawn begins to feel like it might not be in the cards for her—which is seriously unacceptable, because (have I mentioned?) she really, sort of desperately, needs to fucking come.
I suppose it’s a good thing, then, that the aforementioned half-dead Auror knows just what to do.
An ode to mental health and female pleasure.
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“I need you to have sex with me.”
Draco stared at her, sure he had misheard. “Pardon?”
Hermione looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “I have it on good— I have heard— oh bloody hell,” she muttered. “I’m bad in bed. I need practice.”
His lungs had entirely stopped working. “Practice,” he repeated dully.
“Yes, practice.”
“At sex.”
“At sex.”
“And you came to me why?”
“Because what else are we going to do here this month?”
Series
- Part 1 of call it what you want