It all started with a lemon drop... Dead dove, do not eat 🕊️💔 ||All characters belong to JKR, but not the plot x||

*AU, non-canon compliant, gray!Hermione - I don't own these characters; just playing around in my favorite world* Beauxbaton student, Hermione Granger, is familiar with Hogwarts due to her potions apprenticeship with Professor Severus Snape. A tutelage that she loves despite the fact that his godson is a miserable individual to be around. When the Triwizard Tournament brings three schools together Hermione realizes that there's a lot she doesn't know - about magic, life, and the state of the wizarding world. Lapses in knowledge are not something the young witch is fond of having.

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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 daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

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 Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.