"I bought you for charity, put your shirt back on." In which Hermione's on a campaign to win the ex-games, and Draco's just trying to do enough good deeds to get into heaven. Or something.

Laxus is constantly holding Cana's drinks. It's really not a big deal. Headcanons galore.

Tired of playing puppet, and carrying the burden as Magical Britain's most famous token Muggle-born; a night of lust with the social pariah of a ruined House sets her on the course to getting back everything that was taken from her. The war is over, but Hermione's reign has just begun.

"Let's assume for the moment that everyone here likes me." She snorted. "Ambitious, aren't we?"

Stuck on the graveyard shift filling out paperwork in the same office as his swotty co-worker, Draco craves distraction. Obviously, Granger must comply.

"You as my Healer; me as your patient; arrived under the circumstances of my noteworthy occupation with a broken nose, only to be fixed by you, the girl who once despised me, and coincidentally, broke my nose when we were children."/ "Will you be narrating the rest of our encounter, Malfoy?"/ "Oh, is there more?" [Healer Granger/Quidditch player Malfoy] [COMPLETE]

She deals in dead bodies and he annoys everyone. Sometimes they solve crimes and other times he just convinces her to steal organs for him. A Dramione remix, of sorts.

Hermione Granger is in possession of a clever mind, a reassuring presence and a terrible bedside manner. Draco would know. [Post-Hogwarts Dramione]

Ren confesses, and it doesn't go the way anyone expects. A compromise, a game, and constant drowning; it's all in the name of love. Eventual M.

A lady's reputation is an important thing, but what of a gentleman's? The problem with being in the same sphere as Elizabeth Bennet is that she thinks him being compromised is the funniest thing yet. Until she is the one compromising him. ON INDEFINITE HIATUS.

Luna knows how to unhinge even the most logical of people. Blaise Zabini never stood a chance. Rated T for safety.

After surviving the Wizarding War, Hermione Granger finds herself waiting for a moment, or rather The Moment.

She embodied his element far better than he ever could.

She was going to jump. He was going to do the same. The only reason they hadn't yet was because they were too busy arguing about who was going to do it first.

It's a conversation between two strangers in a bar. Because of a breakup he didn't see coming and alcohol. Mainly because of alcohol. God bless the beautiful bartender. Modern one-shot.

She isn't dead yet. But it certainly feels like it.

Death changes nothing, even when Neji is gone; Tenten is still trying to reach him. Implied NejTen.

When they get obliterated they leave nothing behind. Just Otonishi.