It has been two months since Hermione's world clashed with the brooding vampire and dark sensual fae running the Emerald Palace club in Horizontal Alley, two months of decadence and pleasure. But something is missing for her, an intimacy that she is craving but isn't sure how to ask for. Will they be able to reach an understanding or were they doomed from the start?

It was a tradition, the last full moon before Christmas, they all got together, taking turns to host the whole group for an evening of fun. While she has no grand manor to host her friends and found family, Hermione's secret family recipe certainly makes for a magical experience. She never thought that Pansy Parkinson would want to taste more than just her dandelion wine.

Seven years on from the war, the Magical society in Britain is slowly recovering, or at least socially so. The birth rates are however frightening and Hermione stands before a difficult choice. At this point, she'll have to comply but her options are her gay best friend, the elusive acerbic Headmaster of Hogwarts, or the Minister of Magic and the pressure of public opinion.

Draco is looking forward to their holiday, which took an incredible amount of time to organise. But what he finds in the kitchen is worth taking a little bit more Tim with his beta and omega before their portkey.

Draco Malfoy faced an insurmountable task - getting on with monstrous muggle technology and moving the wet clothes from the washing machine to the dryer. Crookshanks is thankfully on hand to help. Or is he?

Her voice was taken from her and yet the taste of her thoughts was the sweetest ambrosia his blackened heart had ever known. A tale of two young people marked by war and loneliness finding true intimacy and closeness in each other's mind.

There was something equally frightening and exciting about leaving your twenties behind and welcoming your thirties. Hermione has a day to herself on her Thirtieth. Incoming, two ex-Death Eater best friends who would rather share than walk away from her. Will she agree to their proposition?

The blue moon on June 30th 2007 had been the day that everything changed for her, and for the four men living peacefully in a cabin in the woods until that very day. That was nearly a year ago, and though it had been a tough ride, she could confidently say three ey were her future. They completed her like no-one else in her life. And yes, she was one twisted witch.

They'd been together six months now and they were mostly working. Mostly. If only he could find her clit, and better yet, figure out what to do with it. Despite her guidance, Draco Malfoy continued to disappoint her. Could she really be blamed for her curiosity about the Lord of the Manor whose prowess she'd heard so much about?

Fuck expectations, she was Ginny fucking Weasley and they will have a stellar night tonight. She didn't know just how stellar it would turn out though, especially with the gorgeous barmaid who smelled of aniseed and oranges, her favourite fruit.

Resolved to never feel the incredible bond and love so many others shared, years later she finds not one but two soulmates for herself barely a week after returning to Britain after her studies. And not just any soulmates but the Weasley magical twins to boot. The fates had a funny way about them...

Her name was Hermione Granger. She was a war heroine, Order of Merlin First Class, muggleborn witch, but most of all, she was a wife, a good friend, and despite pain being a part of her daily existence, she was still herself. And when she wavered, he was there to remind her of who she was. A tale of living with chronic pain and finding a way to love yourself despite the bad days.

Hermione has never fallen in love in 81 days but with Narcissa, she had a feeling nothing would be quite as straight-forward as she liked to believe with this one. Written for Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest 2021/2022.

Successful entrepreneur, socialite and trailblazer, Pansy Parkinson has everything one could want or need. But is she happy? Will she find out just what she's missing when her paths cross once again with the Gryffindor princess? Pride month contribution, Pansy/Hermione

There was the typical Hollywood drama kind of love where enemies turn into lovers as Harry and Draco did. Then there's the Love Actually kind of love she could see that every time she looked at Neville and Pansy. And Ginny? She wasn't sure her life was worthy of a protagonist in any Christmas film but she will finally get to know Daphne like she had been wanting to.

If someone had told him a few years ago that he would consider Hermione Granger a colleague, and dare he say, a friend these days, he would refer them to the Janus Thickey ward post-haste. Returning to his life after she was turned into a creature of the night, will sharing very close quarters and only one bed finally make them face up to their attraction and reveal a hidden truth?

Traveling for a conference in one of her favourite cities, Hermione not only ends up meeting the two men she'd desired for years, but a mishap with her booking means they only have one bed to share. Will she manage to hide her attraction long enough to get through the rip, or will this be the beginning of something magical?

"If you continue to fidget, you'll spill your morning tea and I can assure you, Miss Granger, I will not be providing you with a burn paste," his acerbic comment hit home and she stilled, clenching her hand into a fist. or how Severus Snape got called an arse and found himself utterly baffled and half-way enamoured with the Gryffindor Princess.

He'd been living, or rather trying his utmost to live at Grimmauld Place again now that the war was over, feeling a need to renovate the place and do something good with it. Right now, Harry was rather inclined to get a box of matches and burn the place down instead. It was like the bloody house was fighting him every step of the way. Or how a family home in Islington helps Harry.

Her mum used to say that she was born under a lucky star. Her dad liked to say it wasn't just lucky but also special, bringing her the special gifts that she possessed. Luna wasn't quite sure what to think. To some it was a gift, to others a curse.