Draco is a single dad trying to raise a teenager on his own. When he notices his son's newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son's crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts...
It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.
Hermione is determined to give meaningful Christmas gifts to everyone in her Ministry department. Everyone. Even that anti-social arse Malfoy. DHr Advent 2019
Draco non può andarsene dalla stanza. Dalla sua stanza. Ed è tutta colpa dell'Ordine. Confinato in uno spazio minuscolo con solo la Mezzosangue come compagnia. Qualcosa andrà storto. Magari la sua sanità mentale, magari no. "Ecco" sbottò lei "Ora anche il tuo sangue è sporco!". (DM/HG. Eventi successivi al "Principe...
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 Secr...
Hermione keeps running into Draco Malfoy. Will anything other than disaster come from these chance encounters? Originally published in fanfiction.net as Geeky-DMHG-Fan