Snow Fall
DHr Advent 2020. The first holidays married should be perfect. If only it weren't for all those pesky social obligations that are almost impossible to get out of.
DHr Advent 2020. The first holidays married should be perfect. If only it weren't for all those pesky social obligations that are almost impossible to get out of.
Dramione. Hermione is determined to have her cake and eat it too. Since arriving at the Ministry, she's been on an unswerving path to the top. When a workplace accident leaves her with Veela wings attached to her back, her plans are derailed. Why is this happening to her? And why is Draco so interested?
The war grinds on, and Hermione Granger, lead intelligence for the Order of the Pheonix, is captured. Unable to crack her through interrogation without risking her mind, Voldemort conceives a cruel method of breaking her that involves a reluctant Draco Malfoy. "He stared at her in disgust. She looked-broken. The fire...
Elithien and SenLinYu's collaborative collection of art-inspired Dramione stories.
The Library of Alexandria is not for just any witch or wizard. Many bookworms may try but few are permitted to pass through its doors. The books residing there are ancient and powerful and, if one happens to make a mistake, the consequences can be rather-novel.
How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's...
This is the epilogue of Isolation by Bex-Chan. This orignal copy is written on fanfiction.net by Bex-Chan. I am just posting the epilogue here and not the full 48 chapters before this due to the fact that someone already posted the 48 chapters and not the epilogue. The first 48 chapters can be found on Wattpad by "uun...
Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secr...