This was a social experiment, Hermione reminded herself. Nothing more. Nothing less... But, if that were the case, why were her palms sweating? / / WKND—the Prophet's hot new gossip rag—is throwing a party to celebrate its new sex and relationships column. The catch? It's also a blind dating event. / / EWE. Fluffy Novelette with strong romcom vibes. Dramione. Lesbian!Ginny.

What happens when you lock a bunch of spoiled Slytherins and the Golden Trio in a manor house for the weekend? Good food, good sex and good old-fashioned homicide.

Mirrors are queer things. They show us at our best moments, our most beautiful. They show us with our hearts on the line, with stinging red eyes and tear tracks carving a path down our cheeks. With dishevelled hair and lips that quiver. With fingers that grasp at the sink a bit too tight. At least, most of them do.

The Ministry makes a strategic move: reinstating the ancient Lupercalian contract previously utilised by only the most traditional families in the Sacred Twenty-Eight. At the forthcoming Ministry-sponsored Lupercalia Ball, all unmarried, of-age wizards and witches will be entered into a year-long relationship contract. Hermione is livid. A take on the marriage law trope.

"A venomous, insidious belief in our own grandiosity ate away at us. All of us. But, me especially. It swallowed my sanity whole, stopping not even to savour the last shreds left hanging from its grisly maw." Dark academia vibes with Slytherin politics and aged-up morally dark gray characters. Rating subject to change. Expect MLM and WLW representation.

We are not the heroes of this story. An aged-up AU exploring the themes of indoctrination and radical politics.

"Let me get one thing straight: I am second to no one. So you best not back down. Don't you dare go easy on me, Granger, because when I crush you like the tedious pixie that you are, I want to feel you struggle under the weight of my thumb knowing that you fought as hard as you could and still couldn't do anything to stop me." Enemies-to-lovers. Found Family. Wizarding Politics.

They say that when a prayer is answered it comes not in a mighty wind or devouring flame, but in a gentle whisper. Narcissa's prayer was answered that night not by a surge of magic or valiant young champion but by the whisper of the Goddess commanding the shadows of death. For such a priceless gift, she would have to pay. They would all pay.

"This doesn't have to be Harry Potter's adventure." "There is a war brewing. No more than two weeks ago were these very people hidden behind masks, trying to kill me." "Are you telling me that doesn't excite you even a little? I can see it in your eyes. You're more alive right now than I've ever seen you."

The whole world paused when Hermione walked down the stairwell in front of the Great Hall on the night of the Yule Ball. She had an uncommon air of confidence, her eyes shone with esoteric knowledge. She was a different girl — quite literally.

"Hermione Jean Granger," the strange man stepped too close to her, his breath mingling with her own, "Time itself is unraveling before us. But, in this last moment, I promise that I will give you the world."

Dumbledore had long been asleep when the door to his study creaked open on the cool summer night before students would once again arrive at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From the dark shadows beyond the door to Dumbledore's study emerged a shadowy figure, whose only hope was to ensure Hermione Granger learned of her true identity.

"Are you really telling me that Hermione Granger, Wizarding Britain's most eligible bachelorette, hasn't had a date in half a year?" This isn't just any coming out story. After coming to the conclusion that Hermione is not living her best life, Ginny nominates her to be a wizarding society debutante. Little does she know that this is about to be the most dramatic society ball yet.

Sixth year is hard for the average teen witch. Pimples, crushes and magic flares takeover her life. Try adding a secret identity and both sides of an ancient war fighting for your loyalty.

"If the world were to end right now... What would you regret?" A question that haunts Hermione for weeks brings her to question her own predictability. Enter an "Eighth Year" invitation to Hogwarts and a little romance. A Marriage Law Fic.

Back in the days of war, times were difficult: families were ripped apart, loves were destroyed, goodbyes were forced upon people. When Hermione was tortured at Malfoy Manner, Draco was forced to say a goodbye he was not ready to face.