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A Very Important Note!
At some point in the not too distant future, The World of Wait and Hope will be removed from Ao3. As soon as I have a specific date, I'll be sure to update! In the meantime, please feel free to download copies of the series to save for yourself if you'd like to have them! You can find me (and more information on my traditional publishing journey!) on instagram as @amandagaylewrites. I owe this story and the fandom who has loved it a tremendous amount of gratitude, and I cannot wait for y'all to see it in its next iteration.“Harry,” Hermione began, voice very controlled, but she could feel the blade of panic slicing at her vocal cords. “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”
[In which Hermione loses the last six year's worth of her memories, including the entirety of her relationship and marriage to Draco.]
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i cant beleive i never hookmarked this this was mt very first fic in dramione fandom and i seriously loved it so much omg
“Is that it, then? Are you telling me to leave?”
“That’s not what I meant,” she said, some of her fight draining. It was like beating a wounded creature, like he expected her to hurt him.
“Because I would,” he said, looking past her, avoiding. “If you really wanted me to, needed me to, I would. Because it’s not difficult, doing anything for you.”
He stared at her like a man on the verge of starvation, ravenous for her flesh and fighting every instinct to reach for it. Something unspooled in Hermione’s chest, a heat winding its way outward, seeking purchase.
“Just be gentle with me, Granger,” he breathed, reeling her in with her own name, wielded like a different kind of weapon. “You’ve got me on the gallows here.”
He let the curl fall from his fingers. “But I’ll be damned if you’re not the most beautiful executioner I’ve ever seen.”
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for all of the times i never could by femme_ecrivain
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
03 Jun 2024
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Seven years ago, Hermione Granger gave evidence to the Wizengamot that helped keep Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban. Six years ago they completed their final year at Hogwarts - and since then there has been no contact between them. Hermione would be perfectly happy to keep it that way, but when a dangerous Dark object threatens the life of one of her dearest friends she has no choice but to seek Malfoy out and beg for his help.
What she discovers when she finds him is not at all what she expected and now she's intrigued - intrigued and determined not to let him disappear again before she's managed to uncover his secret. A secret Draco definitely does not want her finding out.
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its no longer a work in progress but i now forget what the plot is
if i remember correctly theres a ring thats like stuck to rons hand or something and it takes his magic and hermione needs to fix it and goes to draco for help except draco’s been in love with her also draco has been living in the muggle world
if i remember theres also a semi date day where they get ice cream and go out and its very cute and they dont see each other for a while after that until i think draco gets hurt or something happens and they see each other and confess
His restless mind replayed their day together on an endless, torturous loop, reminding him with every showing the simple delight of being with her. The gentle contentment, the warmth in his chest that had felt, terrifyingly, like happiness. He tried to shut the loop down but it refused to quit, refused to stop bombarding him with images of her—curled on his sofa with his blanket tucked around her legs, absently toying with the ends of her curls and her eyes fixed on the screen. Her clever insights on the films they’d watched. The damp sheen of mist on her skin as they’d walked through the garden; her absolutely bloody sinful delight as she ate her caramel panna cotta. How she’d closed her eyes to savour it, that little hum in her throat as she’d licked every morsel from her spoon. Draco rolled onto his back and fisted his hand in his hair. Merlin, how he wanted to wipe that memory from his mind completely… and also to live in its moment forever.
Dessert with her had been the best date he’d never had, he thought wryly. And oh, if he could actually date her… the places they could go together, the things he could show her. But there was no point in letting himself dream about that. Sitting with her in a little Muggle café, watching her lick cream off her spoon and from the corner of her lip as she drank her coffee, listening to the sound of her voice as they talked, admiring her smile and her eyes and the glow of the moonlight on her skin and her hair—it was far more than he’d ever imagined he could have.
It would be enough. He would make it last, for as many years as remained to him. He would tuck it away safely behind a special door and call it up again only when he was desperate, when he needed a little taste of a perfect memory to keep him going. It would be enough.
Draco turns away. He was aware they’re together, of course, or at least he’s heard the rumours, but that knowledge does little to lessen the ache of bearing firsthand witness to their love. Nor does it matter that even were she single he’d never actually try anything with Granger. She’s too far beyond his reach, too bright and heroic. All he hoped for was perhaps a little scrap of time with her, just the two of them, when he could look at her and listen to her talk. Get to know her a bit, perhaps even share something of himself. But now even that small hope is crushed.
A light, floral scent, primarily—her shampoo, he imagined—but underneath that he could smell her. The smell of hand-bound books and of a sun-warmed meadow with something sharp and crisp beneath them, reminiscent of the green apples he still ate every day. A comforting trio of scents and a familiar one; the exact aroma he detected every time he got a whiff of Amortentia.
Merlin, the Amortentia. He’d not thought of that in years.
CH 11
I have feelings for you,” he said slowly. “But not new ones. Ones I’ve had for quite a while. Since school, in fact. And I know that for you this is all new and exciting and when you say ‘maybe we could try for more’ all you mean is that you want to date a bit and see where a relationship between us might go. But that’s not how I function. I can’t be casual, not with you. It means too much to me. If I let myself open up to something more between us and it doesn’t work out… I don’t know if I could handle that.” He looked at her, at the warmth and compassion in her face, and had to clench his fists to stop himself reaching out, just to touch her. “I’d rather—” his voice broke “—I’d rather end things here before they even begin than try if you think there’s no chance that you might ever feel the way I do.”
Draco was in fact beginning to suspect that he may be one of those people, given the thoughts that had been creeping unbidden into his mind, far too often of late. Fancies of a miniature Hermione with her curls in Malfoy blonde, demanding and inquisitive like her mother. Of a boy with his face and her eyes, quiet and thoughtful and stubborn. Draco was fully prepared, eager even, to scale back his own work commitments if it meant he could have those children and raise them as he wished he had been raised, leaving Hermione free to pursue the career he knew she was determined to have. He couldn’t tell her that, of course, it was far too soon, though the thoughts sometimes felt like they were eating holes in him.
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Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control.
[In which Draco is forced to work with Hermione, falls in love, makes many mistakes, and eventually becomes his own man. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.]
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this si my personal favorited from the wait and hope seriess and oneof mt fist ever fics
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(just as long as i’m the name on) your tattooed heart by ukrainianironbelly
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
20 Feb 2025
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“Hi.” She was smiling at him tentatively. “Do you have an appointment?”
“Yes,” he croaked. Good. Great. He could speak normally. Even if it was just one-word replies.
“Are you Colin?,” she asked encouragingly. She clearly thought he was some type of lunatic.
“Yup,” he nodded vigorously.---
Colin Bridgerton is terrified of getting a tattoo -- until he meets his enchanting tattoo artist.
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cutest meet cute hes totally flustered
Hi! How can I help you?”
He turned. “Hi, yeah, I…”
Then he promptly forgot to speak.
Wow.
The prettiest girl he had ever seen stood in front of him, sporting an enchanting smile.
How do you know Eloise?” He was practically vibrating with excitement.
“We’re friends from college,” she laughed. “How about you?”
“We’re friends from… the womb. She’s my sister.”
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James Potter is determined to lead the Chudley Cannons to greatness this season, now that he finally has his best friend and (in his opinion) the best Keeper in the league, Atria Bones, on his team again.
Lucky Atria has a lifetime of practice managing her one-sided feelings, because James doesn’t date players, especially not his Keeper.
But when a meddlesome Seer and a charmed mask come into play, James isn’t willing to lose his new lucky charm, and Atria can’t resist a few stolen kisses… as long as he never finds out it’s her under the mask.
This story follows next-gen characters in the HPU: James Potter II (Harry’s son) and Susan Bones’ daughter, Atria (an original character). These two muddle through a hidden identity, lots of Quidditch, and some magic sexting on their rocky path from best friends and teammates to lovers.CONTENT: The vibes in this story are sweet, cheesy, and hella pining. There IS smut, but it’s all consensual and only between the two main characters. There are descriptions of physical injuries (from Bludgers) and burns.
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i love pining but jesus james is an idiot i thought harry was oblivious but this dude is worse
okay basically theres also secondary plot with john the quidditch team owner who might be sabotaging his own team if i remember correctly its because paul was selling the team so john tried to fix matches but paul ended up being the real villain due to greed
additionally james is also in love with atria but so deep in the denial rabbit hole that he can’t imagine her that way bc hes conditioned himself out of it
Atria laughed, and my adrenaline waned from a hurricane to a tropical storm. I let myself relax somewhat on my broom as I watched her group-hug two sets of uniforms at once.
And yet, I didn’t immediately descend to the base of the goalposts where a crew was gathering. I didn’t check in with Coach, and I didn’t scan the stands for the fans’ reaction.
I hovered there and watched her, checking the set of her shoulders as she spread her arms around each Falmouth player in turn. But she wasn’t injured. She wasn’t rattled anymore. She rallied. Didn’t need me clinging onto her and fussing.
She had hugged every player from both teams before I wrenched my gaze away.
A long, long time ago, on an ordinary day, I first realized that Atria was a woman—a beautiful, warm, vibrant woman who made me want things, things I barely understood as a gangly teenager with feet and hormones too big for my body. I saw two options, two paths: the first, to be Atria’s friend and teammate (leading to lifelong success and happiness) or the second, to snog Atria (leading to a brief, lustful burst before it likely fizzled out, losing my access to the first path forever, losing my best friend, my partner, my key to carving a slice of Quidditch greatness with my life).
The decision was easy: only an idiot would kiss his best friend, if his best friend was as spectacular as mine. Only an idiot would risk the odds when there was so much to lose.
I made the decision, and I meticulously stuck by it, avoiding anything that caused me to doubt it, burying the matter in a mental grave with no marker.
Look at me, I’m a mess, I’m… terrified—of you, of a broom, I’m scared of your bedroom, and now I’m scared of Apparating—“
“What?” she asked with wide, worried eyes. “My bedroom?”
“No! I mean, yes, I mean—shit, I’m not good at words, I swing a bat for a living,” I groaned. “The last time I was in your room, I was young and stupid and… I got hard. So I ran and never went back.”
She blinked, startled enough to stop hiding her face, her lips parted in a small confused ‘o’.
I winced, but I was in this far. I had to keep digging. “You were changing behind your closet door, talking, and your bra fell to the floor, and… I didn’t even see you, I just, I dunno, it freaked me out—not the getting hard, but it happening then, with you.”
Her brows pinched. “What does that even mean? Were you… scarred from this or something? I don’t remember it at all.”
“No—I’m explaining this all wrong.” I forced a breath. “It became an automatic rule: don’t go into your room. Never think about your bras. There was no such thing as snogging you. I got really good at blocking anything close to crossing that line. I saw you how I needed to see you. You’re the Keeper. You had to be permanent. I couldn’t get confused and wreck it, not with you.”
She shook her head slowly. “Wreck it how?”
I slid one hand up her spine and held firm. She’d float away if I didn’t keep her tight enough. “Nobody stays with the first idiot they snog. I would have blown it. Look what’s happened now! We went there, and I blew it.” I exhaled through my nose, looking solemnly into her shaded eyes. “I’ve wanted to be back on your team for years, and I finally got it, and ruined it.”
“Need you, period. I need to dance with you. I need you throwing gnomes at me. I need your tea collection infecting my cabinets. And I need to kiss you, Atria, fuck. You're my best friend. My best friend. If I lose you, I’ll collapse. There’s only one way this can go. You’re marrying me, because this is forever and I can’t go back.”
Oh, yeah, it’s definitely him.” Manoj said. “He looks like a niffler spotting gold every time you step outta the changing rooms.”
Ector added, “When the whistle blows, he doesn’t let anyone celebrate with you until after he’s had his hands on you. We caught on after the third match. He was furious when I beat him to it.”