"Hermione thought hard, narrowing her eyes when she recalled the first quidditch match of the season. She had only gone to please Ginny, who had to beg her to come in the first place. Hermione remembered how she'd snuck a book in her robes, and she remembered how she'd dropped her book when the players had flown out into the sky." Post-war, 8th year one-shot. Dramione.

His other hand came up to her face, hovering a moment in hesitation before placing his thumb on her bottom lip and wrenching her mouth open roughly."How would you like your teeth enlarged again, Granger?" Malfoy asked in a whispery voice. Hermione's eyes narrowed, and in a moment of pure hatred for the boy in front of her, she bit his thumb. Hard. *Dramione*

The sight of Malfoy's sunken cheeks and pale complexion-all which brought her unpleasantly back to sixth year-shocked Hermione into silence. She shuddered when Malfoy's lifeless eyes collided with her own. It was only a moment, but Hermione couldn't unsee how unseeing his gaze was. The most frightening thing, however, was how much of herself she saw in his eyes. Dramione post-war

"You can't just barge into my flat unannounced, and besides, how do you know where I live?" I spluttered after a few seconds of hatefully staring on both our parts. He gave me a strained smile and tapped his nose. "My secret, darling, and don't you mean our flat? What's yours is mine, and what's mine is yours. This is what happens when people get married." Dramione. Rewrote Chap23!

-"It's upside down," Granger said. I frowned slightly at her. "What?" I asked. Thinking she was talking about my appearance, I started to check everything from my hair to my shoes. She laughed softly at me. I love her laugh. I mentally punched myself. Mudblood. She's a Mudblood... "Your book; it's upside down," she clarified with an amused smile- Dramione. Epilogue coming soon.

"This is the type of Gryffindor thinking that gets people killed, you know," Malfoy muttered darkly as the party of Slytherins slowly crept back to the hallway. Hermione looked up, locked eyes with Parkinson, and promptly decided that she must've done something very bad in a previous life. *One-shot written for HP Creature Fest. Dr/Hr, post war. T because I'm parinoid.*