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.

Throughout all the years of his cruelness, bullying, and self-superiority over everybody around him, she was Draco Malfoy's exception. [DRACO MALFOYxOC] Set in 6th year Hogwarts era whilst Draco is trying to fix the Vanishing Cabinet, then moves into 7th year Battle of Hogwarts era*

"Expelliarmus!" She screamed, eyes wide as Malfoy paced forward, unperturbed by the wand flying from his hands and the passing shouts of students and Death Eaters alike in the battle outside. "Lily, please, I don't-" he began to stutter, the bags under his eyes only becoming clearer as he stepped closer, and closer again. Her name leaving his lips like that was foreign, he had never called her by it - always Potter, sometimes 'Little Potter', but never Lily. "I'll hex you! I'll - I'll curse you, Malfoy!" She panicked, the back of her thighs now pressed against the porcelain sink, leaving her no more space to withdraw. Her wand was still pointed squarely at Draco, but her hands shook so badly she feared dropping it. "Kill me if you want, but just let me -" he murmured, now close enough to put his hands on her face, one holding each cheek as he bore his grey eyes into her green ones, before his gaze slid down to her lips. "Let me do this before I die." ************* Over a year had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts, and the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had reopened it's doors to students - including Prefect Lily E. Potter, sister of The Boy Who Lived, and her closest friends Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger and Neville Longbottom. But when the seventh and eighth-years found themselves sharing a common room (and a secret balcony) with the returning Prefects of every other house, things became even more complicated, as Lily found herself unable to explain Draco Malfoy's behaviour - and worse yet, found herself unwilling to avoid the boy that she knew should be her enemy. This is the story of the events that followed, in late 1998. Current word count: 52,557 (does this count as slow burn?) The characters and concepts mentioned in this story are not mine, they are the intellectual property of J.K. Rowling. This story does include sexual content, and all characters are above the age of 18.

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 straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown - to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn. - Please note that I am not the original author of this story, @isthisselfcare is. That being said, I am only reposting this story on Wattpad, as some people dislike reading it on it's original platform AO3. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series, and @isthisselfcare for writing this fanfiction based off the characters in said series. Covert art: @da.a_art on Instagram Original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952

CURRENTLY EDITING CHAPTER LAYOUT A story of heartache, devotion and lost memories. "Not tonight, maybe tomorrow though." ___ "Who are you?" Draco asked cautiously as he watched the woman rinse her soapy hands under the lukewarm water. The woman didn't even spare him a glance over her shoulder when she scoffed slightly. Draco didn't know what to think, but he demanded to know what was going on. "You don't remember me?" The woman finally spoke, her hands reaching for the faucet as she dried them with a towel. She turned to look at the blonde boy, a curious glint in her soft, brown eyes. "Good. That makes my job so much easier." ___ Draco Malfoy, believed to be murdered during the war, finds himself awakening from a coma seven years later during which all his memories had vanished. Healer Hermione Granger, heartbroken from the betrayal weighted upon her forces herself to cast her own emotions aside, and former resentment for the blonde wizard, to help him search for his lost memories and return to full recovery. TRIGGER WARNINGS IN AUTHOR'S NOTE Healer Silverspoon, Healer Avery Scamander, Healer Pedro Whitmore, Healer Aaron Abbott, and the plot is very much my own, while the other characters belong to J.K Rowling Post War. Started: August 27th 2021 Completed: September 4th 2022 Rankings: #1 in dramione - 9/9/2022 #1 in draco - 2/3/2022 #1 in hermione - 27/1/2022 #1 in dracoxhermione - 27/1/2022 #1 in hermionegranger - 9/2/2022 #2 in dracomalfoy - 9/2/2022 #8 in lost memories - 11/9/2022 #118 in amnesia - 15/9/2021 #33 in healer - 11/9/2022 #75 in postwar - 9/2/2022

my dearest darling love,

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