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

The Order has fallen. Voldemort has taken over, slowly enslaving the Wizarding World to each and every command. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione Granger has been enlisted as the Dark Lord's right-hand woman after she'd lost all hope on ever avenging her fallen comrades. Her once brilliant mind, now only used as a weapon for destruction. In the years leading to the Order's failure, she'd struck a deal with the Devil himself in order to survive and save all her friends. But when all else fails and there is nothing left of the once bold, bright and beautiful Hermione, it's hard to come back once you've shook hands with the Devil. Slow burn Dramione. Illustrated by the talented @avendellart Word count: 82,109 Best ratings: 24 in #hpfanfic, 32 in #granger, 107 in #death, 63 in #war, 6 in #deathlyhallows Start date: 20.01.21

Everyone dreams of being treated like a princess by a prince in a castle. don't they? but will her prince supply the satisfaction she needs? after all, not all princes are charming. read to find out more. (from Hermione Grangers POV)