Hermione was feeling very lonely and hurt but she had no one to talk to. She could not tell Ron since he was the reason why she's hurt, not Harry because he was too occupied with the Half Blood Prince's potions book, not Ginny since she was Ron's sister. So she just spent her time in the Room of Requirement when a certain someone enters it.

Its been five years since the war. Five years since the terrible tragedies occurred. Five years since Harry Potter, along with Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley, saved the Wizarding World. Everything had settled down, and life was perfect. Until Hermione's world began to unravel, that is. Hearts will be broken. A Malfoy will fall in love. Surprises are waiting, impatiently, around the corner. Friendship will be tested. Betrayals are abound. Reader, you have been warned. Enter at your own risk. A Dramione Fan Fiction Based off of "Simply Irresistible."

When Hermione Granger receives a mysterious letter, she feels the need to reply. Even without knowing the writer personally, she slowly begins to find out who they may be. But where will it lead her? Maybe into the unknown depths of her heart.... The first book in the Love Through Letters series which will bring a new light to JK's most treasured characters. NOTE: Very short chapters but complete!! Also it may be a good idea to grab some Kleenex so I'm told... ;3

"I wonder… can you handle me Malfoy?" She whispered into his ear. "The question here, Granger is, can you handle me?" He smirked.

Draco and Hermione returned for their 8th year. It all started during Potions. Ginny and Blaise seemed to be planning something, and suddenly, Hermione and Draco found themselves stuck inside a broom closet! Very funny, I promise!

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

Hermione skipped lightly through the dewy grass, spinning and twirling as she recalled the dance steps she had learnt as a child years ago. She finished the whole sequence with a curtsey for her imaginary audience – only not so imaginary when she heard a lone person clapping. “Malfoy? What are you doing here?”