[eighth year post-war] Everyone has their vices. They just so happen to be each other's. {all rights go to JKR ew}

It's the screams that catch him. The screams he can't escape. The screams that follow him, rip at him, tear apart his very soul and soak into his bones. It's the screams that keep him awake at night. It's the screams that make him think he is going mad. He's determined to avoid getting killed, to make the most of his second chance. But he has to find the screams, to prove to himself he's sane. And in doing so, maybe he'll figure out why Hermione Granger looks like she's as mad as he is.

The camera continued its slow zoom until the only thing within the screen was his face. For a moment, the camera stilled. The ghost of a mischievous smirk pulled at his lips before everything cut to black. The 24th tribute. A Hunger Games x Dramione AU.

When Hogwarts opens its doors after the war to allow students back in, the previous Seventh Years are told they must return to complete their final year. Harry is enraged, Ron is confused, and Hermione really just wants to have a normal year for the first time in her life. But with a mysterious creature from the woods appears far too often to be a coincidence and a tense relationship with her parents, Hermione realizes all too quickly that her life is never going to be anything except odd.

Home to books and home again. Therapy on Sundays. This was Hermione's routine and she did a damn good job of sticking to it. That is until the Ministry decided to invoke a centuries-old law that upended said routine. This fic takes place post-Battle of Hogwarts about 4 years later. I obviously do not own any of Rowling's characters or major plot points.

Post Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort won and Harry Potter is dead. Hermione and Draco find themselves in Azkaban together able to talk through a vent in the wall. In order to survive they must be able to work together.

Just once did he want to speak something of kind. Just once did he want to look at her and not scream words of hate. Maybe if they had more time. Just maybe he could have.

" She was only supposed to be gone five minutes. Five minutes turned into ten. Ten minutes turned into twenty. Before he knew it, she had been gone an hour and he knew something was wrong. "

Draco Malfoy has been sentenced to spend an entire year in the muggle world, without his magic. He will be taught how to live like the muggles do by the one person he hates more than any other, Hermione Granger. But times have changed and no one is the same after the war.

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.