When everything is going wrong; he's there. Lurking in the shadows. Helping her.

In the wake of the Dark Lord's triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort's new world, help-and hope-seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. THIS STORY IS BY Lovesbitca8 ON AO3!! I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR HER WORK WHATSOEVER!! - #83 on ao3 - 9|17|21 #31 on ao3 - 9|29|21 #33 on ao3 - 10|2|21 #445 on dramione - 10|6|21 #7 on ao3 - 5|14|22 #73 on wattpad - 7|31|23

"You're a goddamn catalyst, you know that?" He said slowly, the wind picking up and blowing his hair into his eyes. "Every single emotion I feel, they become whole damn explosions because of you." I sat there frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I make him feel explosions. I think of quicksilver eyes and pinkies brushing against one another and shared earbuds. You make me feel how I imagine touching the stars would be. Say it. Say it. Say it. Nothing comes out. Draco's expression shuttered closed, his spine going rigid. He stood up quickly, towering over me, and he held his broken arm out. "I know we bleed the same, Granger. I bled for you." _____ slowburn dramione starting fifth year book 1 in The Starlight Duology spotify book playlist: "the stars aligned" (each song in order fits every chapter) *I do not own any of these characters or this fictional world. All rights go to JK Rowling* Disclaimer: some parts towards the end are straight from the original Deathly Hallows book/movie, more towards the last few chapters becausa jkr wrote the scenes well and I didn't want to rewrite canon. This was to highlight the outcomes of the story that do not change despite Draco and Hermione's relationship and everything that entails. I added a few things such as changing it to Hermione's POV, adding her thoughts, and changing some details to fit the story.

Post HBP. Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so her and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give... Mature content and themes, and explicit language. ✨Feel free to comment✨ ❗Disclaimer: I do not own Isolation❗ The author of this incredible fan fiction is Bex-Chan. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series and Bex-Chan for writing this Fanfic based off the characters in said series. Here is a link to the original: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6291747/1/Isolation

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

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.