Not too long and not too short but definitely God-tier
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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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After six months in Azkaban, six months living without magic, and six months probation, Draco Malfoy reveled in the quiet. For five years working in a small bookshop in the Scottish isles gave him purpose and the silence he craved. Until the bell above the door chimed, and Hermione Granger started to make noise.
And maybe he liked the sounds she made.
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“What the fuck happened, Malfoy?!” She exploded, her voice cracking as she turned toward him. “One minute I’m being tortured, convinced that I’m going to die in your family’s tacky drawing room, there’s spellfire, a crash that felt like a ruddy earthquake, and then I wake up here, with you of all people!”
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What if each year, each Christmas, Fred Weasley and Hermione Granger shared a moment? Just one, fleeting moment. Would it be enough for them to see something beyond friendship in one another? Would it be enough to sway the fickle hands of fate?
Would it be enough?
We will be starting in 1991 and following our dear Fred and Hermione for (you guessed it), Nine Christmases.
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*A Fremione holiday rom-com*
Hermione had just sighed and picked her quill up again when the front door of the apothecary suddenly flew open, smacking the bell above it violently and letting in fat snowflakes, a gust of frigid wind, and a rather frazzled looking Fred Weasley.
“Merlin above, shut that!” she cried, desperately clutching at several sheets of parchment on the counter that were threatening to take flight.
The door closed almost immediately with a rather reserved snick considering the chaos it had admitted, at which point Hermione exhaled in relief and began restacking everything.
Once she had it back in some semblance of order, she pushed a few wayward curls out of her eyes and looked up at Fred. Annoyance turned to apprehension as she read the harried expression on his usually cheerful face; he looked about ready to be sick on his shoes.
She was just about to ask what was wrong when Fred opened his mouth and blurted out a series of words that made not one single iota of sense.
“I need you to marry me.”