"Can you promise me something?" she asked. And because his heart was beating so fast and his head was swimming a bit from the firewhiskey, he said, "Anything." DHr, post HBP (not DH compliant).

The deep wound was weeping blood down Draco's side. "I need you to take this to Hermione Granger." He cupped the back of the bird's soft head and rested his own forehead against it. Saying goodbye. "Now go," he whispered. Post-war, twenty years later. DHr.

Fulfilling the Dark Lord’s task was torture for Draco Malfoy, but letting her go was even worse. Set during HBP. D/Hr.

He supposed he was meant to regret everything he'd done. Fleeing the Dark Lord, saving a life. Actually falling for the Mudblood. But at the end of Bellatrix's wand, all Draco could muster was sadness at the fact that he'd only had one week with her. DHr.

The War’s in full swing, and as people find the line between good and evil growing hazier by the minute, a bookish girl and a bitter boy find that they may very well hold the key to the others’ life. DHr.

Betrayal. Forbidden Love. Draco sexily eating an orange. Why is it we only want what we can't have? DMHG