It began as a way for Hermione to remember her parents, to honour a part of her childhood. But now every Christmas season, Draco Malfoy finds a way into her holiday tradition of attending a performance of The Nutcracker. Written for D/Hr Advent 2020.

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

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

ON HIATUS || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. ---- We aren't born into evil, but we're pushed past the checkpoint. Hermione Granger-Malfoy had unraveled at the touch of Draco Malfoy, and he loved her all the more for it. He couldn't help but love how wicked she could be, for the Golden Girl couldn't help but love the serpent that began to seep through the surface. He couldn't help, but love his beloved wife. [ cover by @acciobrekker ]

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.

What If the Yule ball was a masquerade ? What if no one knew who anyone was until the unmasking at midnight? What would happen when, 7th year, Draco Malfoy asks masked Hermione Granger to dance not knowing their true identities ? And what would happen at the unmasking once they would be revealed ? Set during 7th year loosely! It's not exactly like the books, it's my own timeline and my own spin. This story was originally on my Instagram and now I'm going to put it on watt pad. I love your comments but don't complain please. Enjoy *THIS DOES NOT FOLLOW THE BOOKS!!! YES I KNOW THAT ITS DIFFERENT. The plot in the books is usually ignored and rewritten my own way. It is set Seventh year (their last year at hogwarts during the war.) Please stop commenting that my writing is wrong.*