Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.

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

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

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 Granger and Draco Malfoy's soul had been switched with Emma Watson and Tom Felton's, the actors who played their roles in the Harry Potter franchise for ten years. How can two Hogwarts students survive this madness without their wands? Meanwhile, Tom and Emma were trap inside the world of the characters they're playing in a movie - completely bewildered by the fact that the movie they were making was REAL. Literally . . . THEY. ARE. IN. THE. WIZARDING. WORLD. Now, will they manage to escape? or will they be stuck at each other's alternate universe? A Story for all Muggles, Wizards and Witches. | Dramione • Feltson AU

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.