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

Without Harry and Ron, Hermione has fallen into a state of darkness. The only light she sees, was once her enemy.

"If she went, that was it. Everyone would know." Promiscuous, irreverent, but quick witted; Draco Malfoy seems to glide through life unbothered, yet never quite satisfied. But when he meets his match in the sharp tongued Hermione Granger, a newfound curiosity blossoms from their rivalry. Perhaps all it took to ignite the flame inside him was a little bit of a challenge... - COMPLETED - ⭒ 3rd place in the Draco Malfoy category of The Wizarding World Award 2020 ⭒ This fanfiction is set in the seventh and final year of Hogwarts. PLEASE note that many aspects of this fanfiction are not true to the story. Also I'm aware this story is low key kinda cheesy and has a lot of cliches OK I wrote it when I was 15 don't judge me -_- I do not own these characters. All credits go to J.K. Rowling. Cover art by me :) - Opalcitys

Alright, this is the edited and twisted version. I completely changed it, but at the same time, I kept everything that was there before. Description: I was running. My bare, bloody feet were screaming at me to stop and rest. The cold breeze freezing my barely covered body. My stomach ached from hunger, and my legs threatened to give out at any moment. He was right behind me, getting closer by the second. I knew I lost. I couldn't escape him. He was much faster than me; he was only pretending to put up a struggle. I screamed as he tripped me and pinned me to the ground. The rough pavement scratched my soft skin. He knelt on my back, so I couldn't move. "Ron, please," I sobbed, "let me go." This is a version of Harry Potter where Harry died instead of Voldemort. Mudbloods were inslaved. Purebloods ruled the world. Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or places. I do own the plot, so back off please. Highest Ranking - #1 Mudblood

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]

When Hermione visits her favorite muggle cafe in London she never expects to run into Draco Malfoy for the first time in three or four years and he has some information that Hermione desperately needs. Together they embark on an adventure and Hermione starts to feel a little different about the man who mocked her all those years.

"Since when do I, Draco Malfoy, Play fair?" Draco said with one brow cocked, and a smile playing on the corners of his lips. What would the series look like if Hermione hadn't ended up with Ron? A Draco and Hermione Fan Fiction. Anything that you recognize from the Harry Potter series, belongs to J.K. Rowling. NOT RECOMMENDED TO READ IF YOU HAVE NOT FINISHED THE HARRY POTTER SERIES!

Sequel to Tutoring A Malfoy. Please read that story first before starting this one :) Hermione Granger's apparent death really took its toll on Draco Malfoy. Nightmares of Hermione dying with blood pouring out and staining the steps of the Astronomy tower haunted Draco. Draco was locked in a room for years where he took up drawing pictures of Hermione to keep himself going. When he finally escapes to Australia with a girl called Eva, he doesn't believe his eyes when he sees a girl that looks exactly like Hermione. Could she really be alive? If so, can Draco make her fall in love with him?