Four years had passed since she last saw him, and to her knowledge, no one else in Britain had either. Rumours had sprouted like plants under a Herbivicus Charm after he failed to return for the second half of their final year at Hogwarts. Even Hermione hadn't been able to resist the question in every student's mind: Where had Draco Malfoy gone? Apparently, she now had the answer.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were stranded. On Christmas Eve. In the French Alps. With nothing but their wits and their wands. No way home until morning, their only option was to spend the night at a cabin they passed on their way up the mountain—if they could survive sharing the guest room. [D/Hr Advent 2021. One Shot.]

Hogwarts' Head Girl and Head Boy have a secret: one that they should be more mindful of if they don't intend for everyone to find out. [One shot.]

It was the eve of their children returning home from Hogwarts for the final time, yet Draco's mind was elsewhere. A farmers market. Draco Malfoy was going to a farmers market. Of his own volition, in Godric's Hollow, with Hermione Granger. And gods damn it if he wasn't looking forward to it. [A gift fic for HeyJude19 and imightbewriting.] [One shot.]

Azkaban was a freezing fortress in the middle of the North Sea that devoid all prisoners of warmth. Or so Draco was told. The howling winds never bothered him. Nor the supposed chill emitting from the stone walls. He hadn't felt cold since a lick of Fiendfyre scarred his flesh. [Two shot.]

With Christmas just one week away, Hermione heads to Hogsmeade to complete her holiday shopping. She doesn't expect to run into Malfoy along the way. Now, there will be one more person joining them for Christmas dinner. [D/Hr Advent 2020. One Shot.]

She owns a children's bookstore. He runs a corporation buying significant shares of small businesses. Never in their lives have Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy gotten along — or so they think. [Dramione RomCom Fest. Short Story.] [A You've Got Mail AU.]

Spending her Saturday volunteering at St. Mungo's was Hermione Granger's favourite part of the week. Nothing would ruin that, not even Draco Malfoy showing up to complete his community service hours. [HP Fluff Fest 2020. One Shot.]

Everyone was busy the night of Hermione's thirtieth birthday. Everyone, except Draco Malfoy. [One Shot.]

Their secret shag sessions were a means to an end — mutually beneficial and nothing more. But when jealousy takes over, Draco Malfoy should have known better than to think it could have ever stopped there. [Sounds Like Dramione 2020. One Shot.]

"Why don't we strike up a deal?" Ginny proposed. "Something to get you out of your comfort zone? I'll allow you to wear whatever style bridesmaid dress you like if you vow to agree to not one, but two dates with the next wizard who asks you out." Hermione's jaw dropped, indignation flaring in her chest. "I don't even know who that will be!" Ginny grinned. "That's half the fun."

Draco Malfoy's memoir recounting the war is the book everyone is talking about, and even the war heroine herself can't wait to get her hands on it. But as Hermione and Draco start to see a different side of each other, Draco's parents are in the midst of setting him up with the perfect pureblood wife. Just once in his life, Draco would like to be in control of his own decisions.

As if the anxiety leading up to his mother's trial wasn't already bad enough, it deepens once the Wizengamot denies Draco's request to leave Hogwarts to attend. His life only gets more frustrating when the aftermath of a Quidditch accident forces him to interact with the witch he's been ignoring all year—stirring the question of why she was present at the match in the first place.

Obscuro charms, voice alterations, and no exchanging of names. It was the ideal opportunity for Hermione to meet someone who didn't just see her as one-third of the lauded Golden Trio — except for one catch. The only way to reveal the identity of any wizard she potentially liked was by inviting him upstairs to one of the inn rooms. And there was little chance of *that* happening!

After an evening out, Hermione ends up back at Malfoy's place. And things don't end... as hoped. Rated M for language and lemons.

It should have been a wand with a dragon heartstring core. Or at least, that's what a young Draco Malfoy had always expected would happen when he stepped into Ollivanders at age eleven. But life hadn't turned out the way he had anticipated. And in his eighth year at Hogwarts, his problems haven't gone away.

Draco Malfoy is alone. He didn't return to Hogwarts, he has no interest in his old friends, and he is incapable of seeing either of his parents. As the holidays approach, any hope for a happy Christmas seems long lost. Little does he know, he isn't the only one struggling this holiday season. [A Christmas One-Shot, D/Hr Advent 2019]

The rules were simple: one week of work, five days of anonymous presents. And Hermione is determined to figure out who her Secret Santa is before tonight's reveal.

A collection of Dramione drabbles, all 500 words or less. Ranging in theme, trope, and topic, but always ending with a hint of more.

In the middle of the Malfoy family's Halloween soireé, Theo is tasked with ensuring that Narcissa stays in the ballroom while Draco goes off to find the recently disappeared Hermione. His resolution to help Draco is tested, however, when a different young witch approaches him. [A Somewhere Down the Line companion story.]