Returning to Hogwarts, Hermione Granger never expected to find herself sharing a dorm with Draco Malfoy. Their interactions are tense at first, old rivalries lingering despite the war being over. But as they spend more time together-through forced partnerships and late-night encounters-Hermione begins to see a different side of Draco. On a cold December night, a shared walk leads to an unexpected kiss under the stars, altering everything between them. Some things were never meant to be-but maybe this was. Cover Credits: Shibani ❤️

Right after the end of the Wizarding War, the Dark Lord has won. There is no trace of Harry Potter, and the Death Eaters rule the magical world, eliminating anyone who opposes them. The survivors face two fates: imprisonment in labor camps or slavery. This is Hermione's fate-she is handed over to Draco Malfoy, a ruthless pureblood who will have no qualms about bending her to his will. But the blond Slytherin hides a dangerous secret, a curse lingers over him, and time is running out, mercilessly. A battle between Good and Evil, Love and Hatred, Light and Darkness unfolds against the backdrop of a war destined to change the wizarding world forever. A Dramione with intense themes, a dark setting, and minimal OOC My first story that I am trying with difficulty to translate from Italian. I hope it's all right and I especially hope you enjoy it! Comments and corrections are super welcome!

They sought her out for conversation sometimes, cornering her in the garden or at the park, not that they ever had much to say. Really, Harriet thought snakes were rather dull. --------- Harriet Potter has always been odd. Between having a shadow that moves on its own and chatting with grass snakes, learning she's a witch really isn't the strangest thing to happen to the bespectacled girl with a lightning scar on her neck. Harriet attends her first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where she makes new friends, encounters a prickly Potions Master, learns about the Boy Who Lived, and meets the enigmatic Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor, Professor Tom Slytherin. --------- An AU retelling of the original series. More tags and warnings included in the author's note. Book One.

Harriet returns to Hogwarts for her second year and finds that danger once more plagues the school's hallways. Something slithers in the dark, the walls whisper, and a nefarious plot threatens her best friend's life. Harriet, Hermione, and Elara will need every ounce of their cunning and ability if they hope to survive the Heir of Slytherin and his deadly plans.

It looked as if a rainbow was springing up right behind him. Or as if he was standing in the middle of one of the kaleidoscopes that Hermione used to hoard in her toy box. Or as if rays of sunshine were falling through stained glass and casting the prettiest prism on him. He was beautiful. It. It was beautiful. His aura, not him.

ᴅʀᴀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ • Draco didn't fall off his broom just like that, and thank you very much. As a matter of fact, he couldn't remember ever falling off his broom without some massive external force being involved. Tsk, leave it to Granger to literally knock him off his broom for the first time in his life.

ᴅʀᴀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛsᴛᴏʀʏ • Several times, in fact. As if one time wasn't bad enough. The worst thing was that she couldn't even blame him, the pompous git. / Or: the five times Hermione accidentally kneels in front of Draco Malfoy, and the one time she does it on purpose.

ᴅʀᴀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛ • When Draco looked up, he realized that the only reason her arse had greeted him first was because she was bent over Ronald Weasley's desk, feeding the undeserving git biscuits. He felt as if someone had ripped his heart from his chest, dipped it in black ink, left it to freeze on the snowy shore of the Black Lake, and then smashed it into a million pieces with a Beater's bat. Poetic, yes, but painful as fuck. 'Fall in love, they said. It'll be fun, they said,' he thought bitterly. 'Been there, done that, and it's nothing but a giant pile of shit.'

A Guide by Hermione Granger.

ᴅʀᴀᴍɪᴏɴᴇ sʜᴏʀᴛsᴛᴏʀʏ • Why was Malfoy in Marrakesh? In the very week the Ministry had chosen for her business trip? It had to be coincidence. Or maybe kismet. Which in the Islamic belief meant something like divine dispensation or predestined fate. But in relation to Malfoy and her, that didn't make much sense. And it was bollocks anyway.