Oh, with you I got to get bolder... :: Hermione hasn't let go of his hand yet. She looks at him through her lashes, biting her lower lip again in quiet contemplation. "Do you really want to meet up with them?" Draco has to remind himself to breathe. He squeezes her fingers. "I'm listening." :: Post-Hogwarts, EWE, one-shot. M for swears and suggestions.

When finally it happens, the moment is blessedly uncomplicated. :: Post-Hogwarts, EWE, OS. Light on plot.

It's becoming harder and harder not to kiss him. :: EWE OS Dramione lemon in which they're Hogwarts professors.

Hermione Granger is simply not interested in seventh-year traditions, least of all the Slytherin Spectacle, no matter what Ginny Weasley or anyone else says. That is, until she receives a very specific invitation... :: A seventh-year-in-a-world-without-Voldy fic. Mild adult themes. More than a little ridiculous, almost a crack-taken-seriously vibe. OS.

He's careful to keep a tease in his voice, to act as if he doesn't really care. It's how they play the game. :: Rated M for language. Dramione, EWE, OS.

"This was supposed to be the glue, or the plaster—whatever metaphor is best for mending. This was supposed to smooth things over." After breaking up with Ron, Hermione gets a chilly reception from her other friends. :: Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments) :: Post-Hogwarts, EWE.

"Name one thing she doesn't excel at." "Quidditch," Draco replies immediately. Daphne laughs again—it's sudden, high-pitched, attention-grabbing. "Allow me to revise that: one thing that matters." :: Written for Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry (Challenges & Assignments): Write about being obsessed with something. :: 4th year, mostly canon.

in which a non-conversation is had. :: Post-Hogwarts. EWE. Oneshot.

Ron would just get upset if he knew she was friends with Draco, and Auror training was stressful enough. It was a good reason she had not to mention Draco, she confirmed to herself. -Except maybe that wasn't the only reason. :: Eighth-year fic, basically epilogue-compliant.

I want your midnights / but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day :: Hermione wakes up in Malfoy Manor the morning after Draco's annual New Year's party. One-shot. M just to be safe. Post-Hogwarts, EWE.

"I call it—'heat-seeking mistletoe.' Get you right in the holiday spirit! But ignore it for too long, you'll be hit with, shall we say, a surprise..." A fluffy one-shot Dramione with background Harry and Ginny. Post-Hogwarts. EWE.

"All I wanted to say," he said gently, breaking the eye contact to look somewhere in the room behind her, "is that—if we're neither of us taking our potions, maybe we don't have to sneak around with it anymore." Post-traumatic Hermione and Draco share a common room at Hogwarts. What could go wrong? 8th-year fic. EWE. Uploading in pieces but it's a finished story, so never fear!