"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?

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.

He was like a gravitational addiction, absorbing me in wanting supplemental endless amounts of his touch. He knew my body and my desires better than I ever could have imagined. He was an aphrodisiac taking over my entire existence. Our lust was out of control. And he wasn't even my husband... Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned 😜😘 All characters and rights belong to JK Rowling. My FABULOUS cover was created by the one and only InsufferableKnowItAl! Love you darling!! 😘😘

Maybe Hermione Granger isn't all she is cut out to be when she is in the arms of Draco Malfoy. (Currently editing, slowly but surely.)

Hermione Granger the woman who has no luck when it comes to love, found her true love in Hogwarts. How would it be when she meets him again nine years later.. Perfect Two is a Dramione Love Story!

THIS IS NOT MINE originally from fanfiction.net so I've republished this because Dramionehub deleted this here awhile ago. and please enjoy the story as I did. Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

She wanders across him one night, not realizing that their chance encounter in a Hogwarts corridor will save both of their lives. A post-war Dramione fic about healing, friendship, second chances, and love. [Now complete!] [cover is the wonderful upthehillart who you should DEFINITELY follow on tumblr/insta because her HP art is everything]

Editing complete May 2025 After the Battle of Hogwarts, the survivors return home to the school of Which Craft and Wizardry to finish their remaining years. The returning students all seem to have different feelings as the day arrives... The Golden Trio is ready to return, happy to rebuild their home, and ready to finally feel some sense of safety after being consumed with nothing but the face of danger for as long as they can remember. However, as the year carries on, it's not all it was shaped up to be, as it never really is for them. When Dementors suddenly start appearing within the walls of their promised "safe" final year and people start going missing, one more final push may be required of them. What length will they have to go to in finally getting the life they want? What more must they do to be safe and to save the people they love? Best Ranking - #1 in Hermione & Draco -I do not own any characters or settings, only the plot- -Some Mature Content (for some language and darker themes)-

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