Dramione two part oneshot. Draco struggles to reciprocate her love when he doesn't understand love itself. But once he does, he knows it's all too late. Inspired by 'Water Fountain' by Alec Benjamin. I highly recommend you listening to the music while reading this. Thankyou so much for reading and enjoy! Also a heads up, there is suicide mentioned in this story so please be cautious. Also found on ao3 @/B_snowdrop -- Obvs JK owns the HP world and characters Please do not copy and repost this onto this or another platform such as ao3 or FanFiction.Net. #2 unhappiness 31/07 #4 emotional hurt 31/07

Narcissa wants to meet her, so Hermione and Draco go to Malfoy Manor for a simple, dignified dinner. But after Narcissa releases an uncharacteristic slip of the tongue, Hermione realizes that Draco has bigger plans for her beyond merely meeting his mother. Sequel to High!

Draco has always wondered what it would be like to have Hermione Granger call him 'Professor' and submit to him. After a series of clandestine meetings around the castle, he finally finds the courage to suggest that these fantasies become realities.

Hermione hadn't meant for this to become the focus of her evening. She had plenty of other, more professional, more productive things toward which she should direct her focus. Glasses. And an open collar. No, not those things. Hermione sipped her drink and tried to set her mind to rights. She needed to plan her conversations with donors tonight. She needed to concentrate on networking and pitching her latest ideas. She needed to stop ogling Draco Malfoy. For mightbewriting's birthday.

My Advent contribution for the LightofEvolution Let Your Heart Be Light fest. When it comes to love, Hermione is a Grade-A Grinch. She sets standards most men simply cannot meet and gives them no quarter when they fail her. This holiday season, Harry and Ginny feel the need to intervene by setting her up with Draco Malfoy.

Focusing at work is impossible when you're crazy about your coworker. Maybe Draco should learn to shut his door. Or maybe not?

Sequel to "How the Granger Won Christmas"! Hermione has been gone for nearly two months since that fateful night when she and Draco Malfoy discovered one another. And she's ready to come home. But will he be able to crack her prickly exterior?

"I just don't understand. Why... why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three. "He's..." From her peripheral she watched him run a shaking hand through his hair. "He's just everything I'm not. Everything I've always wanted to be."

He didn't mean to find it and it wasn't his fault it was there and really you couldn't blame him because the entire house was made of wood and wood naturally had holes and he didn't build the damned house and technically if he hadn't found it, someone else surely would have and what were the odds that she was in the next room anyway? And mostly all of that was right. For instance, he did not mean to find it. But he had anyway.

"This isn't working." She was already halfway buttoned up when she turned to face him. His slacks still unbuttoned and his shirt open around his shoulder, which he gave no indication of closing anytime soon. Hermione rolled her eyes, continuing to do up her blouse. "We just finished. Give it a moment. Besides, I have to be-" "No, not this," Draco scoffs, gesturing to his open trousers. "This." She blinks carefully, watching his long fingers extend from his own chest to hers.