The Order has fallen. Voldemort has taken over, slowly enslaving the Wizarding World to each and every command. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione Granger has been enlisted as the Dark Lord's right-hand woman after she'd lost all hope on ever avenging her fallen comrades. Her once brilliant mind, now only used as a weapon for destruction. In the years leading to the Order's failure, she'd struck a deal with the Devil himself in order to survive and save all her friends. But when all else fails and there is nothing left of the once bold, bright and beautiful Hermione, it's hard to come back once you've shook hands with the Devil. Slow burn Dramione. Illustrated by the talented @avendellart Word count: 82,109 Best ratings: 24 in #hpfanfic, 32 in #granger, 107 in #death, 63 in #war, 6 in #deathlyhallows Start date: 20.01.21

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

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.

The Wizarding World was saved. Voldemort was dead all thanks to the Golden Trio, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione Granger. The trio had basked in the glow of being heroes and saving their loved ones, however fate had terrible plans for them. As a final act of vengeance, the few remaining Deatheaters created a potion which granted a fate far worse than death. It caused the drinker to die...slowly, knowing everyday that they were to die. The Deatheaters poisoned the Trio, leaving the Wizarding World in a state of grief. Ron Weasley was the first to go. Giving one last painful goodbye to his family, friends, and the love of his life, Hermione, he died after just 3 months. Harry Potter was the next. Chaos stuck among the Ministry and St. Mungo's as they desperately searched for a cure. They couldn't bear to live without their precious savior, but before they could even run tests, he too died in the arms of his loved one, Ginny Weasley, 5 months after he drank the fatal poison. Now, Hermione Granger was the only one left. Her days were numbered and she spent most of the time in isolation, having just witnessed the death of her two best friends, parents completely unaware of her existence, and in a complete stage of depression. But what happens when she is admitted in to St. Mungo's and taken under the wing of one Healer, Draco Malfoy?

"Why did you have to pick me? Do you enjoy my misery or something?" Hermione yelled. "I picked you to protect you!" Draco screamed. "Why would you want to protect me?" She asked with tears threatening too fall. Draco became silent for a moment. All his rage left as he looked into Hermione's eyes. "Because I made a promise to Saint Potter. I would protect you if he wasn't here to protect you anymore." Draco said seriously. "Because he knew I loved you, and I wouldn't let anyone hurt you." "Y..you love me..." Hermione mumbled in awe. "Until the very end." Draco said breathlessly ~~~~~ This is my first Hp fanfic, if I misspelled something please tell me. I won't get upset if anything they make me happy.

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]

THIS IS NOT MINE originally from fanfiction.net so I've republished this because Dramionehub deleted this here awhile ago. and please enjoy the story as I did. Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war turns the world upside down. Hermione's quiet, post-war life will never be the same.

It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.