"'I thought I had grown up.' he whispered to himself, bringing his knees to his chest; arms going around his legs. It was a tight fit, the alcove almost too small to fit his tall frame, but somehow he managed. He always managed."

"When I first met you, it was like an explosion. A ginormous, life-changing explosion that burned everything in its path and for a while it blinded me. It might sound like it, but it wasn't love at first sight."

He sat still, trying desperately to hold in the roar of joy at her confession; wanting nothing more than claim what is rightfully his. His grip tightened slightly on her hand, lacing his fingers with hers as he tried to come up with some kind of answer that wouldn't be unintelligible caveman-talk. *Companion-piece to "The Yule Ball", though it can be read independently.

Hermione receives detention for failing to complete a potion, but during that detention, something sparks between teacher and student. Will it lead to more, or is it just the Amortentia that is robbing them of any sane thought?

'You may not believe me Professor, but I have grown very fond of you after the time spent together. Please -' Her voice cracked and his heart too.

"I'm your best friend Harry, I should know." It hurt, to know that she would never be more than a friend to him.

The war has been won, but instead of it being Harry who is the last to stand, Lord Voldemort is ruling the world, and Hermione is struggling to cope. But what if she was sent back in time, way back in time to change it all?

This is Hermione Granger's story, and it is her true story. Nothing's been altered, and she is not the brains of the Golden Trio. Will be rated M later on.

Harry cheats on Hermione, and this is a conversation between them afterwards. "You loved her once. How am I to believe that you still don't?" Silence. Nothing. She knew it; she knew that he would go back to her.

"What makes her so special?" In stumped silence, you watch her, looking at her as if she were crazy *One-shot, AU. It is meant to be written in past tense and present.

Tears trickled down her face as she heard a soft wail, which came from the room above her head, but luckily for her, the others didn't seem to hear it. If anything happened to them, at least their boy would be safe. *Torture of Frank and Alice Longbottom.

"You mean the world to me." He whispered, his mercury eyes staring deeply into her brown. "I don't care that you aren't pureblood. I don't care that what we have isn't supposed to exist. I love you more than life itself."

The story of Severus Snape until his last breath. *Rated T to be safe. One shot

She'd always wondered why she couldn't shake her dreams off as easily as everyone else seemed to. Why she was the only one to see everything that was invisible to everyone else. *OOC, slightly AU. Romance if you squint.

Pleading, she stared at him, her brown eyes rimmed with tears threatening to spill. Her throat was constricting, and her heart was beating loudly in her chest, a small part breaking as she watched him angrily stalk away. *Canon.

A poem about H/Hr. *DH Dance-scene. AU.

I'm colour-blind. I cannot see what everyone else sees, when they describe the sky that has the deepest blue shade nor can I see the soft green grass. *AU, OOC. The impossible made possible.

Though it was his mistake to want to be in favor with the Dark Lord that killed her in the end. *DH, Canon.

"So... You like someone older?" Hermione blushed as her mind wandered to a certain black-haired man with the most captivating black eyes, and even though he wasn't attractive to most eyes, she found him very handsome. *AU, slightly OOC.

Severus held onto her hand more tightly, and she could feel the prickling sensation take over her skin, her hand going numb. But she didn't care, wanting to be close to the man she loves these last moments of her life. *Rated T to be safe.