"Why did you have to pick me? Do you enjoy my misery or something?" Hermione yelled. "I picked you to protect you!" Draco screamed. "Why would you want to protect me?" She asked with tears threatening too fall. Draco became silent for a moment. All his rage left as he looked into Hermione's eyes. "Because I made a promise to Saint Potter. I would protect you if he wasn't here to protect you anymore." Draco said seriously. "Because he knew I loved you, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." "Y..you love me..." Hermione mumbled in awe. "Until the very end." Draco said breathlessly ~~~~~ This is my first Hp fanfic, if I misspelled something please tell me. I won't get upset if anything they make me happy.

Hogwarts had been rebuilt and Headmistress McGonagall had accepted any 7th years from before the war to return if they wanted for their last year. Draco returned for reasons only known to him and his family, he was part Veela, and all this time he had known who his Mate was, but was selfish. He only wanted someone like him, but after the war He realized how awful it would be to have someone similar to him. As Half-Veela, his Veela senses were heightened emotions and feeling as if his heart could burst with joy whenever he saw her, but he had been able to control it and hide it until this year. Half Veela won't fully come into their 'inheritance' of being most like full Veela until their seventeenth year. It was his last year to get her to fall in love with him or he would die on his 18th birthday.

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

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.

The war is over. The Golden trio and others return for their final year at Hogwarts. The war still leaving an impact on many people. However now the ministry have created a law stating that every witch between the age of 17-25 must wed another to keep the magical blood flowing. Yet Hermione Granger is less than pleased when she is paired with none other than Draco Malfoy I don't own Harry Potter. This is just a little story I wanted to make about it. All rights are J.K Rowling's. Highest Position : #740 in fanfiction.

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]

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.

"Just answer the damn question Malfoy!" Hermione yelled. "I said no. Deal with knowing you don't get everything you want in life, Granger!" "Just Answer!" She yelled. And then he was stepping forward and grabbing her upper arms his face inches from hers he could feel her breath against his skin. Eyes flying across her face stalling on her slightly ajar lips and then flicking back up to her golden eyes searching. "Why do you think I did it Granger?" He spat. Before turning on his heal and storming out of the classroom. Leaving Hermione alone to question what he meant. WARNING: violence, foul language, sexual content

Post Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort won and Harry Potter is dead. Hermione and Draco find themselves in Azkaban together able to talk through a vent in the wall. In order to survive they must be able to work together.

It's the screams that catch him. The screams he can't escape. The screams that follow him, rip at him, tear apart his very soul and soak into his bones. It's the screams that keep him awake at night. It's the screams that make him think he is going mad. He's determined to avoid getting killed, to make the most of his second chance. But he has to find the screams, to prove to himself he's sane. And in doing so, maybe he'll figure out why Hermione Granger looks like she's as mad as he is.