Death Eaten

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

Asphodel and Wormwood

*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 ind...

dear draco,

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Remain Nameless

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...

All You Want

Dramione A/B/O. Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione's. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Cover by nadiapolyakova89: https://instagram.com/nadiapolyakova89

A Slow Cruel Descent

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...

Height

"Tall? That's what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?" Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. "Well, isn't that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache." Hermione felt her ears grow hot, a...

The Right Thing To Do

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...