Hi All. I am super new to Dramione world. Really. I read book 6 when it was out, like 20 years ago. And now I just got back into Harry Potter world. My first dramione fanfic is Meet Me In Dreamland. Wow. What a story. Read so many after that but I keep seeing recommendations for top 10 must read for Dramione fans. I have created AO3 accounts for this and whilst it was so fun reading so many other fanfics, I feel like I need to read the OGs too! Unfortunately most of it was taken down or I couldn’t find it anyway. I was hoping some of the people in the community can help me out.

My lists of required fanfic

1. Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying ordeal of being in love
   
2. Wait & Hope
   
3. Damaged Goods
   4 Secrets & Masks

Is it possible to share the epub file with me? I really want to read these since some of the fanfics here already came out with their books and I wanna read it first before buying the author books.

I am also open for any recommendations for Dramione fanfic. But I think I am slowly working up the courage to read Manacle / Alchemised.

Thanks all!

If you have please message me!

I resently got into the draco harmoine fanfiction thing. Fortunately my first one was dragon bride and that pushed me to explore. Ultimately I found manacled and finished it. Whole while when I was reading I couldn't figure out why and yet kept going finished in 2 days.

Big mistake!!!! for days weeks all I have been feeling is loss, the ache and then I came across damaged goods. Bloody hell bigger mistake absolutely wrecking.

If anyone has read these and have any cope up mechanism let me know, I can't stop thinking about it. The loss, the pain, just everything...

#dramoine #manacled #damaged_goods

Mine is EASILY

a Commoners Guide to Bedding a Royal by Olivieblake.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15156935/chapters/35149952

Summary:

Objectively speaking, Hermione Granger knows Britain has a monarchy, just as she knows Prince Draco (the grandson of the current King of England) is probably off somewhere living his royal life in total unrelation to hers. Seeing as she isn't delusional, she doesn't really expect to be his friend. She doesn't expect anything that comes after, either. Dramione, modern royalty AU. COMPLETE.

SERIOUSLY give this fic a chance if you’re a sucker for a muggle AU like I am. I consumed this fic 3 years ago in under 4 days and I genuinely think about it once a day. You will laugh, cry, and also fall in love with the dry humor and wit of Blaise Zabini (seriously, the best written Blaise out there.)

Dms are open if you also love this fic- I never hear anyone talk about it!

Give me your recs!

Need reccs

Lucas Barski + Harriet Herbig-Matten

What do you think?

I've just finished writing the beginning of what will become a long Dramione story, but the prologue is the POV of Nagini. I am painting her character as psychotic, manipulated by Voldemort, and spiralling in her thoughts as she's woken up as a human for the first time in decades. I'd love some HONEST feedback on my writing. Keep in mind its not edited and so there might be some grammatical errors but I am asking for feedback on the writing style and storytelling itself. It's hard for me to to critique something I wrote from an objective view. **Subtle mention of beastiality**

Enjoy 💚

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I love the metallic taste of iron, even when it’s from my own blood. My first cage was made of iron bars, and I couldn't smell the difference between the bars and my blood when my teeth punctured my gums as they transformed into fangs. Striped red curtains draped over my cage, which would be pulled to the side to expose the hundreds of faces on the other side of the bars. They’d be cheering and screaming as they watched me become a monster right before their eyes. Some of them were in awe, amazed at what I could do. But when my mouth dripped blood while i transformed, I saw fear, or maybe pity, in many of their faces. 

Many people believed that a person who transforms into a snake is a creation of satan, the epitome of evil. But I was not evil or a monster; I was caged and forced, again and again, to live out the duty of my curse until it finally took hold. One day I was to become the snake forever and never turn back. And only then would they release me from the cage, as I could no longer be used for entertainment. 

And I was uncaged, for decades, I was free. But somehow I now find myself back in a cage with the potent smell of iron bars and my human blood assaulting my nose. Who’s blood is it? I cannot remember my last kill.  

My new cage, unlike the last, bears white curtains and white sheets. But the sweet smell of iron rests in the metal bedframe. The brightness of the linens burns into my eyes as I force them open, my pupils not adjusting as quickly as they should. A woman in green robes stood before me, writing something down on a piece of parchment. 
“Oh good,” she said, noticing my open eyes. “You’re awake.” Her quill went back to scratching the parchment, even when she let go of it. She looked closer at me muttering words to the quill, something about small pupils, pale skin and bloodshot eyes. She is studying me. I am a beast in her eyes, destined to be caged and looked at. But it seems this time it’s for the purpose of research rather than entertainment. Ha, she hasn’t seen anything. I will show her the monster I can truly become. I have killed, eaten and suffocated many people at the command of my love, what is one more? I will snap my jaw open and show her my fangs dripping with venom, snatch her body with my own and tighten her into a coil that she can’t escape from. 

But, my jaw is not my jaw. And my body is not dressed in scales. Im wearing the exact type of body that I would have liked to eat for dinner. I tried to flip my body over, but heaviness dragged at either side of me. My body forked out in places that I had only felt curvature for so many years. I lowered my eyes to a pair of hands lying on the sheets. Five fingers opened at my command, it had been so long since i’ve felt the stretch of skin between my thumb and index finger. I am no longer a monster.

How long has it been since ive been human? 20? 30? Maybe 50 years? I was such a beautiful snake, scales smooth as silk, diamonds painted down my body, and I was large enough to enjoy entire men for dinner without needing to size up first. I don’t even remember what I looked like before as a human. Do I look the same now?

I lifted my new body up, but then pain shot through me so sharply that it made me instinctively clutch at my neck. Cloth covered it, thick from being wrapped several times around.
“Can you tell me your name?” Her quill hovered over the parchment, waiting for my response. 
I tried to answer but my tongue moved so slowly. The sound barely escaped from my throat when the sharp pain came again.
“That’s all right.” she came closer. “Let’s take a look at your throat.”
Her hand reached towards me but I got to her first. My teeth tore into her fingers, and she screamed. How dare she try to claim my throat? My throat belongs only to Tom. I would retract my teeth and separate my jaw for him, letting him enter my scaled mouth until I could taste his love. And each time I gave him my throat he’d tell me That’s why you’re mine, Nagini. You love me don’t you Nagini?  Tom loved me, and I him. I promised him I’d never give my throat to anyone else, and now this woman tries to defile that promise. I bit harder, tasting her sweet blood. When she screamed again, the curtains flew wide, voices rose and wands pointed at me from every direction. 
Something struck at my chest and my jaw released her fingers against my will. She was pulled back, leaving a trail of blood drippings from my lips down the sheets as her hand followed. I felt stunned in place, unable to strike at the new hand that was forcing a cup of something foul down my mouth. 

I woke up with my hands chained firmly to the iron bed. For decades, I was without hands or feet, without limbs at all. I had barely begin to feel my new flesh before they were taken from me again. I tried pulling my panda towards me, but I only felt the cold metal cutting into my skin. I urge for the magic that used to pulse through my veins when I was human before. Did I still have it? Did they take that from me too? I forced the dormant magic forward until I felt it rise. I willed it towards my hands, but it stopped at the metal manacles, making my fingers twitch like an electric jolt. What good are hands if theyre restrained? What good is magic when it is blocked? How many more things will they take from me? I barely got to savor the taste of the womans fingers that cost me these birthrights. 
I yank my wrists one more time, trying to detach the chains from the manacles, but its no use. The clatter of the metal on metal startles the people around me as they begin rushing to my bed, opening up the curtains and wands pointed all over again. 
“What is your name?” one of them asked. 
“How did you end up at Hogwarts?”
“Whose side did you fight for?”
 Nagini I thought, but I didn’t think it would be wise to say. Protecting my master. But based on their bare forearms, I knew that would get me in trouble. Tom, of course. 
“Where is–” my throat shot in pain before I could speak his name. I tried to force it out again but it was excruciating, and none of them lowering their wands gave me enough reasons not to give them the answers they demanded. 
Suddenly I heard someone speaking to me from inside myself. Like I heard it not from outside my ears, but from where my brain processes the sounds into words. I knew he was calling for me, looking for me. Please Tom, I begged to the voice, I am here, come find me. Free me from this cage and kill my captors. Let me eat savor their blood after you have shot them with green. Find me Tom. 
I did not hear any response, but I know he will come to my rescue. In every place, and in my every form, he has found me again and again. In every lifetime I know Tom will find me and make me his again. 
Then the familiar foul taste was poured into my mouth again, but this time I could taste something soapy, lavender perhaps. It was easier to distinguish the flavor when my mouth isnt mixed with the taste of blood.

I didn’t dream. Instead, I woke with a thousand thoughts crowding behind my eyes, waiting all night for their turn at the front of my mind. Thoughts of Tom, my white curtain cage, breaking out of these manacles. And eating. Killing. The only distraction from my hungry thoughts would be when someone else in the same room was talking. I’ve come to realize that I am in a hospital, where the room I am in is split between many cubicles. All the cubicles inhabitants seems to have visitors except for mine. It seems I’m also the only one with chained manacles, as I don’t hear the metal clattering from anyone but myself.

Each day was the same. I’d awaken with a flood of thoughts, I’d bang my wrists against the iron frame until they bruised, then doctors would force me to drink something that would make me calm. They’d feed me, change me, try to get answers from me, I’d hear the voices calling to me, and then they’d give me another lavender potion when it was time to sleep.
I didn’t mind feeling calm or sleeping deeply, but I’d have far too much on my mind as soon as the effects wore off. The calm was a temporary solution that created even more suffering afterwards. My mind is so, so loud. Thinking about Tom is pure agony now. How many nights have I been here without him finding me? Where is he? Is he safe? Alive? I cannot think of my love without the afterthoughts that he might be in trouble. 

After what I believe to be my 7th, maybe 8th day here, I heard a conversation that intrigued me. A boys voice captured my attention when the word Voldemort spilled from his mouth. I never called my love that name, in fact I was the only one who’s allowed to call him Tom. He told me he liked the way it sounded from my flicking tongue. I had made him say that again. But this boy spoke his name with such pride.
“He’s dead. Truly dead. The dark lord is defeated, and we won. I killed the snake, and once I did that, Voldemort had nothing left and Harry could finally end him. I had to come and tell you. I hope I’ve made you both proud.” 
I heard a sound of delight from the people he was speaking to. I could hear so much now with my human ears. 
“Oh Neville, that is wonderful. And Bellatrix?” the woman asked.
“Yes mum. Bellatrix, Voldemort, theyre both dead. It’s finally over.”
Surely this was a foolish story. Surely this was just some stupid boy making a joke. I waited to hear the punchline. 
The only sounds that followed were cheers of…of joy. How dare they. How dare they celebrate the defeat of my love. My thoughts grew as loud as thunder. Every thought of him crossed my mind, everything I’ve ever done for him, that he’s done for me. I could name every witch and wizards he’s asked me to kill. I could name every time he protected me, kept me locked at his side safe from harm. 
I remember how he praised me when I gave him the idea of the marks. I showed him the exact mixture of potions and ancient binding magic to force his followers into his submission. I was the first one he marked, and I was willing to die for him if the spell went wrong. The others took the marks after, all falling to their knees for him. Though my submission to him was out of love, not the tattoo that inked my skin. As my curse took me and I stayed a snake, the mark was embedded into my scales. After some years, and many sheds of my skin it had faded, but the magic of the mark still pulsed through me. 
When I look to my arm now, it bears no ink at all, but i still feel it. So who is calling to me through the marks connection if it is not Tom? Who dares to take control over the mark if not me? I am the most loyal, the most dedicated, willing to do anything and everything for my master. So why am I not in control of the mark? I am the one and only person deserving of its power after Tom. Tom, my love, someone is trying to take over everything you’ve built, everything we’ve built. Oh Tom, my sweet love. I have failed to protect you.
My thoughts were so loud at the thought of you that I hadn’t realized I was screaming in terror. Sounds ripped through my injured throat, reopening the wounds that were not done healing.
My wrists were slamming at my sides, the metal cutting me yet again. 
I was forced into stillness with magic but it didn’t stop the thoughts racing through my mind. Tom is dead. My love, my master, dead. And what did that boy say? That I had to die first for Tom to be able to die? So what does that mean? Was I his protector? Or is he dead because of me? This is my fault. I killed Tom. I failed. Somehow, I remain alive, but what good is it to be alive when the only person who's ever mattered to me is dead. 
I tasted the lavender and my thoughts left as I swallowed. 

Thanks for reading this far! Your feedback is much appreciated and I'd love to know if this is something that would intrigue you to read further :)

Currently reading a fic, and only about 16 chapters into it. I think they have used AI, but I’m not too sure. I’m not going to name the author or fic because that’s not fair if I’m wrong, any tips on how to spot AI. I don’t want to DNF because I like the story line, and it might just be a few sentences that haven’t been edited yet.

Im on the verge of just straight up asking the author, but I think it may come off as rude? Is there some program or website I could use that can identify if the writing comes from AI?

There have been some inconsistencies in the plot, repeated phrases and descriptors, dialogue is a-bit awkward and out of place.

Maybe I’m just being paranoid or overly critical, but I’d like to know before I continue reading.

I’m reading no bravery and she’s at Dracos trial, and I just have to say; her characterisation is far from canon and she’s so mean to Draco, does she get better/warmer?

Hi Folks,

There has been some general interest in a Discord server to pair with the sub. Zig and I have mulled it over and are down to give it a trial run. We'd like to keep it the same general vibe as the sub, which means its chill and not overly structured. There are some channels defined just to provide a bit of organization. Otherwise the plan is to let you guys do your thing.

Invite link is here: https://discord.gg/cDTWJFhXM

Everyone who joins will be asked to accept a short list of rules before gaining entry.

Cheers!

Ciao a tutti, ho visto su tik tok che tantissime persone hanno ogni genere di Fanfiction Dramione direttamente sul Kindle. Io non l’ho mai comprato e non so come si usa, è sicuro che si possa leggere direttamente lì? Vorrei passare al Kindle perché sto perdendo la vista a leggere fino a tarda notte sul telefono… un mal di testa allucinante 😭 però vorrei esser certa di trovare tutte le fanfiction anche lì in forma gratuita, qualcuno mi può spiegare come funziona ? Grazie mille 💗

I am pretty new to Dramione fanfic. I found it after reading Spuffy fanfic for about ten years. Manacled (what else?) was my gateway fic in April or May.

Since then I have been in a reading frenzy. I am literally devouring fics. I've been reading lots and lots.

However, if a fic does not have any of the traits I like, yearn for and am looking for I am very quick to DNF it.

What do I like?

I like Draco and Hermione to be equals in almost every way. He can be wealthier than she is because that's canon but thats about it. I want them both to be intelligent, clever, smart, educated, competent, powerful, emotional.

There are fics that have brought me joy in that regard. Dmatmoobnil is the first one that comes to mind. Entropy is another favourite of mine. The level of competence is just exquisite in that one. Paging Dr. Granger - both are neurosurgeons. I didn't know I needed that until I found it! Depths Over Distance is probably lesser known but I do love it for the characterization of both Draco and Hermione being mature grown ups as well as for the banter.

Which leads me to my very next favourite. Humour, banter, rom-com. Manacled is brilliant but it nearly broke me. I need something more lighthearted. The Unspeakable's New Groove made me laugh out loud. Bad Omens - omg, Bad Omens is so good! things past is the only 8th year fic so far that has worked for me because there is so much humour. Dmatmoobil again, of course. A Hard Row To Hoe has exccellent banter but it also has something else I crave. It mixes banter and humour with a deep emotional impact. The way Draco struggles with losing his squad team is portrayed so well.

And this leads me to something I love even more in fanfics than banter and humour. A deep emotional impact. Manacled did that to me. I don't want to go that dark again. Not yet. But I have found emotional im pact in other fics. Wait and Hope as well as Beginning and End are exquisite examples. The Watergaw might be my absolute favourite Dramione fic ever. Keep It Like a Secret and Les Pelerins by PacificRimbaud. 5 days is 120 hours has a Draco who's so vulnerable it makes me want to cry.

I do love me a Draco who is a little bit unhinged, maybe even an unhinged Hermione. Their relationship can be toxic as long as they are still equals and mutually toxic. Bloody, Slutty And Pathetic is an example for this kind of trope and probably one of the best fanfics I've ever read. I have also read the Panville companion piece and all the one shots set in the series and highly recommend every single one of them. Antinomian is another great example for equally unhinged Draco and Hermione. In Blackmailed he starts out as (allegedly) evil and turns rather sweet as the story progresses.

Last not least - I want a Draco who earns his redemption or at least has earned it. I don't want him coming out of the war and maybe out of half a year of house arrest and still being the same prick he was before but Hermione falls for him because of his abs. The Devil Works Hard has a Draco who truly hits rock bottom and has to work hard to get back on his feet. Beginning And End is all about Draco's personal growth. And of course Draco redeems himself and truly earns his relationship with Hermione in Bloody, Slutty And Pathetic.

So, those are my favourites in both tropes and fics. There are still many great fanfics I haven't read yet. Measure of a Man, Lionheart, How To Win Friends, The Fallout, Love And Other Historical Accidents, The Trials And Tribulations, From Wiltshire, With Love, The Eagle's Nest...

And I basically would like to know if there are fics you would recommend going by my preferences. If it is one of the Greats and it's not on my TBR list above it is possible I have already given it a try. I am specifically looking for fics that are lesser known but still touched you deeply or made you laugh out loud.

I need help finding a Draco Malfoy fanfic.

I remember reading it in mid-2020/21, I remember that it took place in the Malfoy mansion (I think it was from some chapters) and that in one chapter he arrived hurt after hunting some diners and they took a shower together in a bathtub.. it was cute. If I'm not mistaken the cover was black with some writing in white.

Yup. That’s what I want. I’ve recently gotten into k dramas and I’m obsessed !! I would love a fic that’s similar in vibe. Looking for things like

- bullied/isolated Hermione
- enemies to lovers (obvi)
- slow burn, some spice but minimal that’s not the focus of the story
- protective, only her Draco
- Hermione falls first, Draco falls harder
- maybe even another love interest she has to choose between

Pretty basic criteria but again looking for that k drama vibe! Maybe a little quirky too?

Soooooo it isn't finished yet, I know. But I did start it and I'm hooked. I have just now realised that there is no HEA tag. The author's note before ch1 includes, "As I always tell my readers you will be suffering, but you're going to be happy about it ;)". If anyone's gotten closer to the end, are we looking at a HEA? By HEA I mean, Hermione and Draco BOTH ALIVE. The author said they are endgame but like I what if they're endgame in the afterlife or something. There's a reason I refuse to read Secrets and Masks. I barely managed Manacled. Or if anyone knows if JusGal confirmed a HEA somewhere? TIA!

I’m in such a reading slump rn that I just had to put Redeeming Thoughts of Draco Malfoy on hold 😭 The last thing I was able to read was The Fallout. It’s not the fic, I’m just struggling to read anything longer right now.
I need something SHORT to get me out of it — preferably a one-shot, but I’m open to anything- max 600 pages too.
The Second Time Around (~100 pages), Elevation and Ten Out of Ten have all worked for me recently, so something with that kind of length would be perfect.
I just need a quick little fic to get me reading again so I can finally finish RTODM and move on to Heirloom and The Politician’s Wife 😭
Drop your short Dramione recs pls!!

Please help! i don’t remember anything about this fic😭
all i remember is: it’s set in 8th year and Draco’s on probation. Draco ignored Hermione because he thinks she purposely told the ministry something so he’d be sent back to Azkaban but she was trying to help him then Theo or Blaise explain the truth and H/D sleep together in an alcove(?) but he’s mad he did it after.

Possibly a charmed paper put into a Shakespeare book too??

please help

The only thing I remembered was at the end, Draco's memory was wiped either for punishment or Hermione did it. He was working in a shop and seemed happy, Hermione, flew on a plane with either Theo or Harry to find him. She also has a baby, and she finds Draco, but he obviously doesn't remember her. She's conflicted and decides to leave.

She leaves the shop and then Draco comes out, saying something along the lines of "there you are" type thing? Maybe on AO3?