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A snippet from chapter 1 of Trailblazing & Stargazing

Voldemort was dead. Again. They had made it back to present day, safe and sound. The children had gone back to Hogwarts. The grownups, including none other than reformed Death Eater, former school bully, overall nightmare of their childhood Draco Malfoy, had spent a few hours at Grimmauld Place going over the latest events. Harry and Ginny seemed to have finally accepted that Albus was a Slytherin and Scorpius Malfoy was his best friend. They were going to have to deal with the ferret more in the future and were trying to digest that. Ron still didn’t like Draco one bit, but Hermione appreciated the fact that they had both been civil to each other. 

She dreaded the moment Ron would realize that Scorpius had a huge crush on Rose, and the feeling was probably mutual, although Rose herself didn’t seem to be aware of that just yet. She thought Malfoy had changed dramatically, long gone was the spoiled racist brat he had been in school. The war had changed him, just like it had changed them, and the whole tragedy of his wife’s blood curse and subsequent death had left deep scars on him. He was now a generous man and he was still trying to atone for his sins, most of society had forgiven him but he couldn’t seem to forgive himself. Scorpius was a nice kid as well, he looked just like his dad at that age but had a kind smile instead of a mean smirk. He’d grow up to be a good man, without his father’s traumatic past. Draco was a good dad, much unlike Lucius.

Hermione and Ron apparated back into the garden and walked inside their empty two-story brick house. When they had married they had chosen to live in a muggle town on the outskirts of London, similar to where she had grown up. They had muggle technology, like a fridge and a TV, and magical commodities such as floo connection and owl post. Both she and Ron had gotten driving licenses and the children had attended muggle primary school, together with the Potters, before going to Hogwarts. They had the best of both worlds and Hermione really wanted to make it easier for other wizarding families to do the same.

“I’ll make some tea. Are you hungry?” asked Ron, nervously threading his hand through his slightly thinning, but still very brightly ginger, hair. 

“Yes please! I’m starving, really! I’m too old for battling evil wizards, I’m afraid.” Replied Hermione sitting down on the sofa. 

Her hair was still wild, as if it struggled to contain her energy, but some strands here and there were turning grey and she had a few thin lines at the corners of her eyes. She was never one to care about glamour charms or muggle make-up. She showed the signs of her age proudly, she had earned every one of them through the pain, joy, loss and achievement she had gone through in her 41 years of life. Not that she was old, but society always expected women to look like horny teenagers and she would have none of that rubbish.

She picked up one of the many scrolls of parchment her personal assistant had left on the coffee table, as per previous agreement, for her to review. The wizarding world hadn't stopped while the Golden Trio was traveling through time to prevent history from changing for the worst, she had to keep up. She took her job as Minister of Magic very seriously, she was trying to change the future, thank you very much.

Ron handed her a steaming cup of tea and, not finding any room on the table, sat down balancing a plate of samosas on his knee. 

“You know I love you, right?” he said with a deep sigh while nervously tapping his fingers on a cushion. 

“Of course I do, I love you too Ron, you are my best friend.” Her eyes never lifted from the parchment as she replied and took a samosa from the plate. She took a bite, enjoying the spicy goodness within and then sipped her tea, still reading. 

“You are my best friend too ‘Mione.” He stopped for a second and swallowed air, his Adam’s apple slightly bobbing. “That’s why I think we should get a divorce.”

Trailblazing & Stargazing - Chapter 30

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53573164/chapters/147780226

Eventually, the children came home for Easter break. Hermione, Draco, Ginny and Harry met at platform 9 ¾. Ron’s portkey was set to arrive later that evening.

“Oi, ferret!” said Harry as he and Ginny arrived. “You lost me 100 Galleons.”

“It’s not my fault you underestimated me, Potter.” Drawled Draco.

“Don’t mind him, ferret. He has nothing to complain about. I spent those galleons at a muggle sexy shop and he has been enjoying every sickle of it.” Said Ginny with a wide grin. Harry turned the color of a ripe tomato, his scar remaining shockingly white in contrast.

Draco turned towards Hermione. “Why have you taken me to the science museum, and ballet and pubs and I’ve never heard of sexy shops? You’ve showed me chemists, a toy shop and Costa Coffee, something called sexy shop definitely sounds more interesting. What do they sell?” 

The whistle of the Hogwarts Express put an end to that conversation. “We’ll talk about it when the children go back to school.” Smiled Hermione, blushing.

The four of them stood together waiting for the children to get off the train. Albus was the first to reach them. 

“Hey mum, dad. Auntie ‘Mione, Rose may be a while. Last I saw her she was snogging Scorp. Oh, hey Mr Malfoy! So it’s true, you two are together. Can I be there when you tell uncle Ron? Please!” Albus, apparently, still, had no filter.

“Albus, darling.” Ginny hugged her middle child, rolling her eyes. “How are you?”

Communtatio Conscientiae - Dramione Month day 23

Life has been stretching me rather thin lately, but a couple of weeks ago I managed to write this. The main ingredients are Unspeakable Draco, Unspeakable Hermione and an unrepentant Lucius, always up to no good. Add just a sprinkle of NottPott and a generous pinch of brave house elf. Stir often while it simmers, enjoy hot with a glass of fire whiskey. 

Trailblazing & Stargazing - chapter 26

I followed a plot bunny, again. It was supposed to be a one shot, but I may have to split it in 2 chapters since I'm 6k words in and I still need to write the climax (The climax of the story! Merlin's beard! Get your mind out of the gutter!) and then wrap it up nicely. 

This comment right here made me smile. I will get back to this story, it's not abandoned, just on hold.

Hi, sorry if this is an annoying question but do you have a masterlist of your text fic? I keep trying to find a tag that will get me all of them parts but it’s not working for me haha I really want to read it!!

Hi! I'm afraid not. I'm new to tumbler and still figuring out how it works. But I have it all in my highlights on Instagram. I'm sorry it's messed up here. I'll try to figure out a way to put it in some order.

Thank you for your interest, I'm really happy you like it!

The things nobody says

Chapter 2 is now up

She slept less and less every night. She managed to focus on work when she was in the office, but as soon as she was done for the day, she would start spiralling. Episodes like the one she’d had when she first found out started happening more often. By the end of the third trimester, she had at least one a day when Steve was away and two or three times a week when he was home.

Until, one day, she had a very ugly episode at work. She panicked after one of those endless, useless, meetings that could have been an email. She was about to leave the conference room, thinking how it had all been a waste of time and she should have left hours ago. A voice in her head had said that if the babies had already been born she would have been in trouble. She would have been late picking them up from day-care and, if that happened too often, social services would have to be called and her children would be taken away from her because she was a terrible mother. Then, her children would hate her forever and they would get into bad friendships, and then they would get addicted to drugs or alcohol and they would get in trouble with the law and end up in jail and it would all be her fault.

She collapsed on a chair, her pupils dilated, her breath frantic. She tried to get back in control of her body but people where all over her, touching her, telling her what to do, shouting over one another. An ambulance was called and she was taken to a hospital. After her breathing and heartrate had been brought back to normal, she had been taken to the psychiatric ward.

Great, now everyone would think she was crazy!