The last thing Hermione Granger expected after the war was to suddenly be made responsible for a not-so-dead Severus Snape.

Hermione brings back Snape from the dead. He is not amused.

Hermione and Severus get to know each other in a way neither one of them expected.

If Severus was completely honest with himself, it was the shoes.

On the darkest night of the war, Severus Snape gets a visitor he does not expect.

"You are no longer a student, Miss Granger. Stop calling me sir." "In that case, you may call me Hermione. If you wish." She swallowed the urge to add a 'sir' to the end of her sentence.

They leave Britain after the war.

In the spring, she enjoys sitting in the garden.

The flowers cost him a fiver.

Nothing good ever comes out of following strange men into corridors. Or does it?

A fluffy drabble for Valentine's day. SSHG

In which Snape recieves an anonymous birthday present.

A series of prompt fics regarding the relationship between Severus Snape and Hermione Granger.

September 1st always brought back a lot of memories, as well as created new ones.

He stumbled upon her buried in a book.

It disgusted him. But he couldn't say anything; of course he couldn't. He was Cedric Diggory. The golden boy of Hogwarts. The boy who could do no wrong. Not even when he wanted to. Cedric/OC. WARNING: LEMON

"He hasn't allowed himself to grieve; grieve for the life that was lost, for the wedge it drove between them." Part Three in my Spencer/Natalie installment.

If she only would have told him, everything would be different now. He would be happy, content, and without the mark on his left forearm that would forever brand him a traitor. Marauders-era. Severus/OC. AU

Some fall fast, some fall slow, and some don't fall at all. OC/Cedric