November 9, 1989. There's been a major 'Magical Incident' that has The Darkness and The Light scrambling. The rumour of a weapon that can end it all threatens everything. Trust, already hard to find, becomes hard to keep, and new alliances impossible to conceive. Before long, hope starts to feel like a long forgotten dream.

She couldn't decide if moving into Gimmauld Place had been the best or the worst decision she had ever made. "Who would have thought Miss Granger had such a dirty mouth." His hands were drawing circles around her abdomen, igniting every nerve on his way. "But even with all those well-spoken words, we'll see who's going to be begging, after all is said and done." RE-IMAGINED.

When Hermione brings her new boyfriend to a Sunday dinner at The Burrow for the first time, she figures a lot of things can go wrong, and yet... she couldn't have predicted all that followed when her boyfriend met her ex, Charlie. HG/CW, HG/?

The legendary dragon Ancalagon has apparently been found. In much need of a change of scenery, Hermione decides to go Romania and see for herself if the rumours are true. A dream team of extraordinary Tamers, Researchers and Magizoologist is assembled to tackle on the find of the century. Old magics are awakened and strange occurrences unveil that not all is as it seems.

"A sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something." It only took a moment for the wolf to know, but in the end it was his choice. Birthday gift for Sableunstable.

Reinventing her life at 28 wasn't something Hermione had ever expected to do. Divorced and unemployed, she goes back to England full of rage and resentment, fearing her best years are behind her. Just as she's about to lose hope, a chance encounter can change everything. HG/?

She should have known. Her brain kept playing that phrase on repeat. It was bound to happen, she knew. She hadn't had any expectations about them as a couple. They weren't even a couple. So how on earth could she have been so blind?

You never know how or when you'll meet your future spouse. That is especially true if you got spectacularly drunk and you can't remember the wedding… or who's the bride. With love for Ash-Catle

Hallucinations are funny things, the most unexpected things can happen. "Is this what I think you looked like when you had a nose? You're almost unbearably handsome. Why this face? Is it because the contrast is so absurd?" He remained silent as she spoke her thoughts aloud, more curious, a reflexion of her own curiosity she assumed. A thing for Colubrina.

She couldn't decide if moving into Gimmauld Place had been the best or the worst decision she had ever made. "You've been playing a dangerous game, little witch, and now… you might just find out what happens when all bets are off." he sentenced. She supposed she was about to find out.