She needed him for the pain he gave her. He needed her for the love she didn't give him. She wanted relief from her guilt; he just wanted someone to love him. They reveled in their shared pain. D/Hr. Very, very dark.

If life were a scrapbook, this would be Draco Malfoy's, he thinks, and screws his face up in disgust. Some life, he mutters, and tosses it aside.

It wasn't true. It was just a dream, and if she kept screaming loud enough, long enough, it would stop and she would wake up. She did care. Remix of Raining-Spells' story. Published with her permission.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger have a conversation, in which ferrets, morons, the Weasley twins, and fantastic hexes that banish certain important body parts are mentioned. Oh, no. Warning: Cheesiness, Fluff, Sappiness, and a bit of silly Angst.

I swear to God, Harry, I thought I was doing the right thing. You have to forgive me, oh god, I swear I swear I swear...

And you must keep your soul, like a secret in your throat, and if they come and get me, can you put this spike in my heart! I'll never let them hurt you love, tonight. But someone, please save my soul...D/Hr

But I can still love him, and kill for him--do anything for him. I have always done that.

I'll come for you. I promise." But somewhere along the way, Draco Malfoy had stopped believing promises. D/Hr. Warning: No happy ending.

Bwahahaha...I am Lord Voldemort, I have returned!"..."Oh," said Draco blankly. "Who's that?"

She would never tell him how she cried at night, curling up in a small ball to relieve the pain of the dreams where she relived how he walked away from her, just walked away like she was nothing. And Harry would never know. H/Hr

Hermione loses her memory...please try to trust me when I say this is as uncliche as possible for a Dramione fic, of which, after all, there are thousands and there are only so many plots, you know.

He was so pretty...he begged her, and she frowned. Couldn't he see that she was doing this for him? He should be grateful. Very, very dark. Be warned, and do not read if you can't handle dark stories...but then, we all know she's insane so not my fault.

Hermione Granger was dead. And it was not a nice day after all. Slight DHr if you squint. Oneshot.

Because maybe it was the frame that was wrong and twigs and porcelain didn't go with each other after all...and twigs and rags did. Only it HURT to see her like a china doll because china and porcelain did go with each other. Everyone knew that. DHr onesh

To save her Harry, she'll do anything, say anything. Give up anything. Even Draco. Dramione Oneshot.

She'd been selfish. Selfish, and scared, and stupid. And now he was paying the price for it. I'm sorry, Draco, she whispered, but only the walls heard, and they had nothing to say to her.

He smiled. Couldn't she see that none of it mattered, that he didn't care about any of it. And all of it centered around the fact that You came. Dramione OneShot.

Scrap of parchment found in Draco Malfoy's cell after the War.

She made a mistake...but not all mistakes can be crossed out. Dramione OneShot

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Draco, friends after the War, stumble across a piece of parchment and pick it up...leads to hilarious but disastrous consequences....what will happen next? Implied DracoHermione and SnapeMinerva McGonagall. OneShot. Complete.