For sixteen years Hermione's lived in bliss, but her past isn't quite finished with her yet. Or with her husband for that matter... *Sequel to Condemned with Reason, Part Three of the Condemned Series: A Dramione Trilogy*

Pathetic, he called himself once again, but no one was immune to the effects of love. It made you do foolish things. Rash things. Irrational things.

Draco didn't know what the consequences of his actions would be, but as the magic surged from his fingertips, up his arms, and to the rest of his limbs, he knew it would be nothing good.

A storm must be coming… She thought to herself, and then chuckled at it, thinking that it was the proper sendoff.Draco was running free when he was supposed to be in Azkaban and Hermione had let him go. That little secret won't be secret for long... *Sequel to Aurors vs. the Condemned, Part Two of The Condemned Series - A Dramione Trilogy*

A blood wedding sounded dark. It sounded unspeakable and dangerous, but it was the most beautiful thing that a person could ever do.

"I came to kill the man who murdered my mother." Draco's eyes grew wide as the girl whipped out a wand he couldn't have fathomed she had on her. Truth be told, he only knew she had a wand because the Killing Curse had flown from her direction and directly at him.

To the world they were taboo. Had they been together they would've been talked about endlessly and persecuted by both friends and strangers. Hermione felt that love shouldn't be kept secret, and if that's what had to be done to be with Draco, she'd rather just be friends. Best friends.

Hermione had never felt colder in Draco's arms than she did right at that moment. And every time Hermione made a move to climb out of bed, Draco's face nuzzled her neck and he sleepily pleaded with her not to go.

He blew another kiss at her and she turned her head, more than disgusted. She caught Draco's eye once more and instead of scowling, he mouthed two words to her. "Good luck." In this twisted little game, Hermione would sure need it. *Part One of The Condemned Series - A Dramione Trilogy*

With that, he left, and Hermione locked up the daycare for the evening and went home still in denial that Draco had a daughter.

Hermione bit the inside of her jaw mercilessly as she glared at Draco from across the cell. She didn't think that she could dislike someone so much.

Draco had one week. One week to endure someone else's pain and hope he didn't end up in Azkaban in the process...

What happens when you ask your Gryffindor mother and Slytherin father for advice? As little Josephine Malfoy found out, thrown food and detention so it seemed...

Hermione was stunned. Ginny, who had disappeared into the crowd after the previous dancing exercise, materialized next to her. She, too, had a look of surprise on her face. "Who would've thought Malfoy would've turned out to be a ballerina?" She scoffed.