As she laid on the Malfoy Manor floor, peering at her own bloody, unrecognizable reflection she briefly wondered, "Is this what it means to be a hero?" She lolled her head over, her neck shaking with the strain to hold it up. Draco Malfoy bent over her, horror carved into his sharp features. He whispered to her, "I'm sorry. I have to." Set during DH.

The fire whiskey was for mere insurance. Unsure, but hopeful, about how kinky she could be, the bottles of the sticky amber liquid might come in handy. RemusHermione One Shot Grammar Revised

Her world changed with a sickening crack. Her life, gone in bits of sand and glass. The longer that Hermione and Draco are stuck in 1973 the more the question becomes should they be sent back, rather than can they at all. After all, Death Eater's roam the halls of Hogwarts, living ghosts walk onward to their untimely demises and Voldemort breathes fresh air.

Hermione knew the rules. She knew the consequences. She was playing with fire and far too close to the flame. Nevertheless, that familiar pair of green eyes, light brown hair and youthful grin made her enjoy the burn anyway. Time-Turner!Fic Maraders Era.

Sometimes the best things in life happen when you least expect it. RmHr OneShot Revised.

Everything has to start somewhere. Everything has to end somewhere too. RmHr Oneshot Grammar Revised