The fate of the realm hangs in the balance as King Draco battles for dominion over the Sacred Kingdoms with his new Queen, Lady Hermione, at his side. Forced to set aside her idealistic beliefs, she must embrace a reality where order and chaos reign in equal measure. Hermione craves peace, yet she is destined for war. Collab w/ Jaxxinabox

To truly know someone is to differentiate between who they once were, who they are now, and who they're capable of being. Hermione realises the duality of one man as she rectifies what she knows of the past and begins to understand the pieces of who Draco Malfoy is now: a father, a son, and a man.

"You misunderstand, Minister." Appreciative grey eyes drank her in like wine he wanted to savour. When he had his fill, a slow smirk curled the edges of his lips. "You don't need an escort. You need a partner." -giftfic for Dreamsofdramione's birthday

All Draco/Hermione. All drabbles. All written for a variety of reasons, even boredom.

Hermione is an expert at foiling Draco's plans.

Gradually, slowly, everything became more. Oneshot.

Draco's current mistake—well, it wasn't simply one, but three—was a chain of seemingly unconnected events that, when spliced together just so, made one hell of a shit storm.

Hermione believes that every problem has a solution, and that solution can be found in a book. That is, until Draco starts sitting to her right every Friday. She has no answers until help comes in the form of an unlikely source: Ron Weasley. Written for Fluff Fest 2020. Dramione.

Rose Weasley's life is all about routine and passing fancies; that is, until she witnesses something that changes everything. On her quest to find answers, Rose will learn that there are many ways to fall, and no way to avoid it.

“Let me be clear about something tonight, Granger. You're the only woman I’ve ever wanted...It’s always been you.” Draco steps in the fireplace, drops the floo powder, and disappears in a burst of green flames. Being re-written.

The snow fell, the wind blew, the trees swayed, and the blond man with a heavy heart just stared. Draco supposed it was fitting that the beginning of their story was at the end of another.

For a few hours in the night, the alcohol makes me numb. I’ve always thought that was an impossible feat. I’m a lot of things, but numb is not one of them.

She told him, "I don't want to be your girlfriend! I just want you to pay half of the rent." But sometimes, emotions have a way of blindsiding people when they least expect it. Three part drabble series.

She had vowed to love him through sickness and health, for better or worse, and all that other rubbish. And really, it couldn’t get any worse than those bloody driving lessons, at least not in her mind.

He didn’t want to have to spend this Christmas alone, not when he had spent the last one by himself. Surrounded by friends, but still a thousand miles away, distant and – alone.

Seventy-seven tiles comprise the ceiling; perfect squares that stretch from all four walls.

It all started with two words.

There's finding yourself, there's knowing yourself, and then there's seeing yourself through someone else's eyes.

It's the separate epilogue to my epic story, Broken. I kept the ratings the same

When Draco and Hermione join forces in an effort to mend a broken relationship, things instantly start to change. Before they know it, nothing is safe anymore. Not the margarine...or even their own hearts.