Draco and Hermione reflect one the nineteen years that could have been. Compliant with the Seventh Book Epilogue.

“Why this, Granger?" He yelled, "Why now? Is the verge of death a convenient time for you?" DHr One-shot. DH/Epilogue Compliant.

Draco and his very, very sarcastic perspective of the events of the seventh book's epilogue. Short, sweet and to the point. Rated only for language.

Nothing else seemed to exist, not the dying warmth of the setting sun, or the phoenix lament in the distance, nor time itself. Nothing at all, but simply the bittersweet promise of tomorrow.DHr

Draco makes a vow he can't help but break.Time slowed and mere moments dragged on like a passing eternity. She had wanted this and she knew it, she hated it and wanted it. DHr

Night. There he sits on the top of one of Hogwarts' many roofs. Coincidentally, she joins him. She wants to be spontaneous and he helped her...what will happen? DHr Oneshot