"Perhaps it's time for me to give you that lesson," he smirked at her mischievously, "you know, since you have the motor skills of a six-year old. How could I leave that innocent fruit with you? It's a moral dilemma, Granger." He plucked the plum out of her hand. Longer than a one shot and shorter than a plot-fuelled story; Hermione mistreats fruit and Draco finds it arousing.

She felt fabric sag over her ears, stinking of decades worth of anxious sweat. It was a hideous thing… she never thought it would be placed on her head a second time. The violently slanted roof in her Ravenclaw room was like living in the Hogwarts equivalent of an attic. Only one other door stood across from hers.

While assembling the Christmas tree in the great hall, Draco and Hermione discuss the ins and outs of their anti-relationship. Safe to say, it's complicated. DM/HG, smut/fluff, one-shot.

Her lips enunciating pleasure. He stalled. Licked his own. "Depends what's up for offer," he murmured, grey eyes perusing the menu. He didn't dare look at her. "Another beverage, perhaps? Something more suited to dusk instead of dawn?" Their eyes met and the waiter arrived. A one-shot where Hermione and Draco indulge themselves outside the office.

The war left it's mark on everyone. Now all that's left to do is recover. 7th year Hogwarts fic. DMHG