"They line us up like animals at a market, choosing us to be something we are unprepared for and forcing us to deal with it. Husbands can kill their wives because we are but pieces of property to them. I want to change that! I want a choice! I do not want to be seen and not heard- touched then tossed aside. Women were meant for more... I intend to see our choices given back to us!"
She gets dragged to speed dating by her friend. He makes a bet that he can pick her up in 60 seconds or less. Welcome to the world of men who desperately need a girlfriend, women who throw themselves at any man that has a pulse, and extremely cheesy pick up lines that both sides use. Buckle up, it's gonna be a bumpy ride from table to table.
"So you're saying that you're my real father, I'm an alien who is to be king of a planet whose inhabitants are at war with another planet because some guy killed this other guy's family and pissed him off, my father is my uncle, and I'm supposed to choose a wife within the next 72 hours or I can't rule?" "It's a good thing that human fell from the sky, then. She'll be a good wife."
He had the strong urge to take hold of her hand and comfort her, but that would lead nowhere. Although he thought she was undeniably beautiful and amazingly intelligent, he had a wife. He made a promise and was not going to potentially break it by giving in to his desires and touching the woman who gave him such strange feelings. This would have to be their last time together.
When a man accidentally-on-purpose plunges the wizarding world into a zombie apocalypse, Hermione and her daughter try to get to the only known human civilization left. Little does she know, there's another trying to do the same thing. "You can kill me," He chuckled, my blade digging into his neck. "But I think you'd miss me, Granger. If you think you have the nerve, I dare you."
"The mudblood-loving king! Oh, but where is your filthy queen?" Draco blinked away tears and looked to the ceiling where Hermione and their son lay hidden. "Where you will never find her." Draco looked into the eyes of his soon-to-be murderer and spat blood at her. "So do your worst." He saw Bellatrix's head fall to the floor a moment later where his would- and should- have been.
When I think about that night, how happy you were just to be there, my chest feels tight and it's like I forget how to breathe. Not because I wish I could forget, but because it never gets any easier. They told me it would, but it's been ten years, love, and everything still stings the same. You deserved so much more. -ONE SHOT-
"If I win, you have to come clean my house without magic for the next 2 months." I smiled. He smirked. "Fine. But if I win, you have to sleep with me." Both doctors, Draco and Hermione have a lot on their minds. They'll do anything to win this bet- it's time to play dirty. Stitches won't fix this one. (Really ust a story about jokes, unrealistic situations and misguided gambling)
When you become pregnant, you see a healthy baby sleeping in your arms. You don't see a baby small enough to fit in the palm of your hand: blind and underdeveloped. When Hermione and Draco are forced to deliver at 21 weeks, there isn't much hope. "Her hand barely fits around my finger. She can wear my ring as a bracelet. Don't tell it's fine." ADOPTED BY AVOLINE MALFOY
"Um, hi. I'm sure you can guess who I am. My name is -was- Hermione Granger. If you're listening to these tapes, then you get to hear about my life, and most importantly, how it ended. You're one of the reasons why I'm dead." Her voice sounded through the speakers. "This was no spur of the moment decision. Do not take me for granted again." No, she's dead. This can't be.
Sequel to 7 Reasons Why. "Hi. I'm sure you know who this is. My name is- was- Hermione Malfoy. If you're listening to these tapes, then you get to hear about my life, and most importantly, how it came to be this way. If you're listening, then I'm dead," Her voice sounded through the speakers. "But... a good kind of dead. A peaceful kind. This is my- no, this is our story."
There on the window, written in blood red lipstick, were seven words from the girl who stole my heart, along with other things: Please don't fall in love with her. "I can't dump Astoria for my ex; Hermione's a criminal for crying out loud! I don't know who she works for, but if I take her back, she'll put a bullet through my head when she finds out she missed the picasso." AH - HEA
Previously 'No Broken Hearted Girl' Ron has broken up with hermione, taken her engagement ring, & kicked her out of the house. When she's shoved out into the rain, draco comes to help. But is she willing to let sparks fly, after having her heart broken?
Will you go out with me? Check yes or no "I'm not eleven. Ask me like you mean it." Written for a Druna challenge. Draco freaks out when he starts to notice Loony Lovegood. Then, there's a dream, and detention.