Dramione Recco's

bookworrm1999:

So yes I’m really sorry about forgetting about Thursday last week. Which is weird because I usually forget Mondays. Anyways still love you guys. Enjoy!

Dramione:

Temporary Partnership M*

Draco catches Hermione doing something a Head Girl shouldn’t be doing. He blackmails her into pretending…

crownedtobeawsome:

When Draco flipping Mafloy in fanfictions suddenly touch Hermione’s cheeks so ever gently and whisper romantic shits. 

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE BEAUTIFUL MULTICHAPTERED HEART WRENCHINGLY ENTERTAINING FANFICTION THAT WE DEVOTED HOURS AND NIGHTS AND TOO MANY EMOTIONS INTO CUTS OFF AT THE CRAZY CLIMAX BECAUSE IT’S NOT COMPLETED YET AND HASN’T BEEN UPDATED FOR THE LAST FEW YEARS????"

Sincerely, PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME (via scrapsofobsession)
Anonymous asked:
What would you say was the defining moment that made you such a Dramione fan? Was there one specific story you read, making you exclaim, "Hallelujah," or was it the idea of them in general? If you had to chose what would you say is your favorite underrated Dramione story out there . . . one that is quite obscure but beautifully written?

rzzmg:

That was the first Dramione fanfic (first fanfic, in fact) I ever read. It was called "Unanswered" by Kyra4 and still has a place in my top 5 Dramione of all time. I love the premise (so original), and Kyra’s Draco in this fic is exactly how I love him — dark, not a nice guy, but the readership can read between the lines to see how he’s implicitly tormented by his unrequited, secret love for Hermione.

Here’s my favourite part of the fic:

"As for my motives-" he gave a casual one-shouldered shrug "-who knows? Maybe I was working on higher orders. Orders that clod McNair knew nothing about. Maybe the Dark Lord has other plans for you, close to Potter as you are." He paused for a moment, watching for her reaction. When she said nothing to this, merely tilting up her chin in silent, angry defiance, he went on. "Then again, maybe I was only looking out for myself. Maybe I saw a chance to get you under a life-debt, so I could use you as a trump card in the unlikely event that your side wins this bloody war. You’d make a hell of an insurance policy in that case, Granger." Once more he paused before continuing. When he spoke again his voice was lower, quieter; and yet somehow far more intense. His slate-grey gaze, too, now seemed to pierce right through her. "Or maybe, Granger, just maybe the truth is, I’ve actually been in love with you for years, and I’ve been shadowing you for the entire battle, trying to keep you from harm’s way. It’s possible." Those mercurial eyes were boring holes in hers. Her lips parted in shock - she almost felt as if she were underwater again; she could hardly breathe.

Slowly, never breaking eye contact with her, he bent to gather up the silvery puddle of cloth that was his invisibility cloak. Straightening up again, he graced her with a sardonic little smile as he turned once again towards the door. “Stranger things have happened. Right?”

She didn’t answer him. Her mind was reeling. She wasn’t at all sure that she could form coherent words at the moment. He shoved aside the crates that had been barricading the door, then swung it open. Outside, all was darkness, and eerie silence. The silence from a battlefield from whence the battle has largely moved on; a battlefield that is rapidly becoming a boneyard.

He didn’t step through the doorway yet - but he didn’t turn back toward her either. He seemed to hesitate like that for just a fraction of a moment. Then, “see you around, Granger,” he said softly. And vanished into the mist.

——-

"WAIT!"

She sat up straight in bed, as she had a hundred times before, gasping and shaking, with a cry on her lips and his voice - “See you around, Granger,” echoing in her head as clearly as if he’d just spoken those words a heartbeat ago, right there in her room.

"Wait," she whispered again, but the phantom Malfoy from her dreams was long gone; into the mists, into the ether, away beyond the veil. ‘See you around,’ he’d said, but she hadn’t seen him around; she’d never seen him again. He’d been killed the next day, in the climax of the battle… leaving her behind with the awful, gut-clenchingly cold feeling of a profound debt unpaid.

- "Unanswered" by Kyra4

<3

The unresolved chord in this fic had my heart clenching, seriously. I fell in love with the potential that Dramione represented right there and I’ve never looked back. 

The fic that’s beautifully written, but obscure… hmmm… there are a lot of them, actually. Here’s some that I really enjoyed and you might as well (this is FAR from a complete list… just some I pulled out of my FAVS on fanfiction.net):