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]

A list of my favorite Dramione stories and what they are about. I will continue editing this after each ff that I read. cover art by: flyora

Most of these are *MATURE* books That may include; Sexual Scenes Profanity Etc. Trigger Warnings will be listed if the book has any.

They love him. They love him so much they hate each other. Or do they? TWs: CHARACTER DEATH, use of the word Mudblood (both negatively and affectionately), graphic depictions of sexual situations (including m/m and f/m/m), graphic depictions of violence

Set in sixth year. One late night, hate turns to lust. Not written by me!! Written by the wonderful @AkashaTheKitty on AO3! :)

"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

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.

I think the title is pretty much self explanatory. I own nothing except for the plotlines.