[abandoned] Draco Malfoy is many things. Last minute Light side ally. Sexy. TOTALLY AWESOME. He's also a writer. His story is of a surprising yet passionate love between two very different and independent people. Draco briefly wonders when his one muse will find out that she's HIS true love...

[abandoned] "Malfoy, do you believe in fireworks when people kiss?" I just couldn't help myself; I need to finish this now. "No, not really, Granger. Why do you ask?" His face was a mask, and it irritated me to not know what he was thinking or feeling.

"Undeniable; Our chemistry is perfect; yet it's all so wrong." A bunch of separate haikus, mainly Dramione.

Hermione gaped at him. "Are you trippin?" she asked incredulously. "No, I'm falling," he replied. "What?" Draco smirked at her confusion. "Falling for you, of course." Take an accident prone Hermione and Draco, and what happens? Dramione, because gravity wants them together, too!

Draco couldn't believe he agreed to this. Of course, the entire Golden Trio on your back is hard to refuse. The war had hurt them all, especially him, a known Death Eater. Everyone knew his rank, yet he agreed to speak. Bloody Gryffindors. - ONESHOT

Draco Malfoy demands a second opinion. Too bad he asks the wrong people. T for language. ONESHOT.

Harry stared at the pure white flower that stood out from the dark ground. "Good bye, Hermione. I hope for his sake, you forgive Malfoy all the way up in heaven." - T for language and character death, DMHG, epilogue compliant. Drabble.

"No one is as perfect as me for this quest. I'm just better. If I can't complete this quest, then I'm a failure, a fool." Hah, more like a fool in love, Draco. You just never realized it until now. OOC, seventh year, two-shot.

Hermione is sober in a pub of drunks. Single in a mass of couples. Lonely in a house of friends. Five minutes until the New Year. She needs a New Years resolution. And a friend. ONESHOT.

"You wanna marry me?" he asked in the most blasé tone I've ever heard. "Sure, why not?" she replied in the same tone, shrugging. - Draco muttered something about me owing him twenty Galleons before clean out fainting. I blame boredom. Oneshot.

A drabble sequel to the drabble Cowardice. "Crying isn't cowardice, Malfoy. If you can cry and admit your weaknesses, then I believe you're truly brave," Hermione said softly.

"Crying isn't cowardice. It's admitting weakness, which is something only a truly brave man can do," Hermione said determinedly, a fire blazing in her chocolate brown eyes. Draco scoffed. "Only a coward would say such a thing to make himself seem brave."

"Granger," he croaked. "Granger. Help me, I'm DYING!" Draco choked out in a weary tone, his face contorted into a pained expression. Hermione's smile instantly slid off her face. - T for language, one-shot.

A Halloween special for everyone here on FanFiction. Lots of Dramione, and other pairings as well. Happy Halloween!

In which Hermione and Draco play Hangman, The Boy Who Lived is "hung", and Draco is obsessed with the word asinine. Oh, and before you ask, it's a ONESHOT!

"Don't cry," Draco whispered softly. Hermione turned around to face him. "Are you te-telling the truth, M-malfoy?" Draco took a minute to think before answering. "Yes. I give you my word; I am," he replied solemnly. "How do I know your word is even true?"

-Hermione stood up violently. "Gosh dammit, Malfoy! My name is Hermione, Hermione freaking Granger! None of your stupid nicknames!" she bellowed.- Rated K plus for language and because I'm paranoid.

"When a girl takes a hat from a boy, she gives him a farewell kiss." Harry smiled. "Okay, Hermione. I'll wait for you." - As we both leaned away, panting for breath, I opened my eyes, yearning to see Harry's emerald green orbs one more time... "MALFOY!"

"I was hoping for a Prince Charming or a true love's kiss type thing. Some birthday." "Hm, I know a solution to that problem," Blaise said, smirking. Ginny whirled around. "Really?" she asked hopefully. "Yup." He grabbed her arm. "Happy birthday, Ginny."

T for language. 'I'm really glad,' I thought as I sat down and started to write another letter. And this time I had my lucky quills. I could do anything. "Dear Hermione,"