I read this fanfic a few years back and I don’t even remember the title or the author who wrote it. But it was a Hermione x Antonin Dolohov ship. The only thing I remember is that Dolohov met with Hermione’s parents, but one of her parents are Anastasia Romanov and Dolohov has like a vow to the Romanov family or something I JUST WANNA READ IT AGAIN pls if anyone knows the name I’ll love ya forever 🥺❤️
Draco shows up injured at the portrait to the Eighth Year combined dorm, which he was disallowed from joining as punishment for his role in the war. With Parvati's help, he makes it to Hermione, who has a lot to say about what happened to him.
“Hermione!” Knocks sounded on her bedroom door.
The witch in question shot out of bed, throwing open the door to her room to reveal the bewildered face of Parvati with her arm raised to knock again. Her brunette hair was askew, with flyaways trying to escape her double braids.
“Are you alright?” Hermione asked softly.
Parvati breathed out in relief. “Good. You’re awake. I’m fine. It’s just...”
“Yes? What time is it?” Hermione scrubbed her face.
"I silenced the hallway," Parvati said, ignoring the question. "Figured you wouldn't necessarily want an audience..." She stepped to the side, and gestured behind her. Against the stone wall opposite Hermione’s door sat a slumped figure--a tall person, who was folded in on themselves, but there was no mistaking that shock of white-blonde hair.
When Draco Malfoy is infected with a terrible Muggle plague*, the only person brave enough to risk death to care for him is his colleague Hermione Granger.
*DISCLAIMER: Draco has a cold.
Review: This fic made me die with laughter while all the same making my heart skip a beat! I really enjoyed it. It is only 5 chapters so it is a quick and short read. I also really enjoyed how protective Harry is in this:)
“He had been good. He had been so fucking good all night standing there beside her while she wore that tight little dress and not pushing it up around her hips and fucking her over the table like he had played over and over in his mind when her friends kept droning on about something he hadn't even cared to listen to because her dress had a slit in the back and he kept thinking about slowly sliding his hand up it and watching her shake in her high fucking heels.”