"My name is Draco Lucius Malfoy. I was born on the fifth of June, 1980. My parents were Death Eaters and I am a war criminal." He didn't say anything else for a long time. By the tremors that wracked his body, she thought that perhaps he had succumbed to tears. But when he spoke, his voice was clear. "I should be dead," he said. DRAMIONE! Post-War Dystopian World.

SEQUEL TO WHEN A STRANGER CALLS. Draco and Hermione had thought they'd escaped the terror a madman had thrown into their lives, but when Hugo falls sick and they're trapped in a web of politics that seem impossible to get out of, will they manage to save themselves in time? Why won't the black blade ever leave them alone? DRAMIONE. MATURE CONTENT.

"I ingested veela blood last week and all I want to do now is fu- I mean have sex with you!" He really didn't seem pleased with the idea. DRAMIONE. Coarse Language, Sexual content.

"Please save my son, Malfoy. Please!" Hermione wept from her place on the floor near his feet. She clutched his robes. "I'll do anything," she sobbed. "Anything?" He arched his brow, his trademark smirk plastered on his face.DRAMIONE. Mature Content.

No one really knows what happened to the children of death eaters during the war, but when Hermione sees Malfoy halfway around the world, she's dying to find out. Abuse, death, angst, rape, violence. DRAMIONE. Dark content. Not compliant with epilogue.

One shot companion to Apathy: Love for the Broken. What happened to Luna after the war that she ended up so conveniently placed in New York? And what does Tom Riddle have to do with it?