Everyone has a morning routine that they act out once they've woken up - Hermione's routine drives Draco to the brink of insanity, but through it all, he can't seem to silence his room; almost starting to like hearing her horrid screeching singing voice breaking into his silence.

"Please Draco." She called him Draco. He would abandon his own mother for her at this point, if she asked him to. She had no idea what she just did to him. It was impossible - Draco Malfoy fell in love. "Please what, Hermione?"

Hermione enjoys seeing Draco up to his elbows in turkey guts. Why is she scared of Pansy's cooking? And whats this of Draco loving Molly's cornbread? Just a cute fluffy one-shot of Dramione prepping for their 1st thanksgiving together! Happy Thanksgiving!

Hermione has had enough of Draco so she decides to hex his room pink. Draco won't let her get away with this so he traps her in his room until she removes the spell she placed on his walls. When Hermione's Gryffindor pride gets in the way of her giving him what he wants, Draco thinks back to when they first met.

Her mum's homemade coconut jelly filled doughnuts were what she lived for - the one sweet that she loved more than anything in the world, even more than books or her own... her own life, even. How dare Harry and Ron make her feel guilty for loving something more than her own life!

She loved him. The day had come that Hermione Granger, Gryffindor bookworm, had fell in love with Draco Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin. And she would NOT allow him to be stuck in a loveless marriage with Pansy Parkinson! She was the one on his mind, and she would fight fire with fire. She would get him, anyway that she had to.

Who was she right now - the brave lion that somewhere along the way fell in love with the snake? And who was he - the cowardly snake that always knew he loved the lion? It showed in their eyes, neither of them knew who the other person was. They were a complete stranger - just as strange as the person in their own mirror was to them. But this felt right.

Everyone turned to stare at James, but once the girl was out of the office, his legs were chasing after her. He didn't care how long it took him, years if it had to be, he would run after her for eternity. There was a silly piece of hope left in his heart that the reason she didn't want to talk to him was because she still loved him. -Dramione's daughter and James Sirius Potter.