Post DH fic. One-shot. Crookshanks passed away and Ron tries to cheer Hermione up a bit.

Hermione was still hurting from Bellatrix's torture at Malfoy Manor. She's alive, or at least that's what they keep telling her, but she is numb. She sits in a rocking chair next to the window. The rain is falling, and it is dark and cold, but she can't feel it. All she can do is to keep rocking herself, trying to keep from slipping away.

After an incident with Krum two days after the Yule ball, Hermione runs to Professor McGonagall for comfort.

Sometimes, all you need is a little rain to make the world look alright again.

Set during DH, after Malfoy Manor. They landed with a thud in the wet sand. In an instant Ron was back on his feet, carrying Hermione's unconscious form towards the cottage, pushing past his brother as he went. Inside he gently laid her ghostly pale form down on the bed. She was very light, but still felt heavy.

A series of oneshots concerning the sweet moments and challenges of the Granger-Weasley family after the birth of baby Rose. Warning: will contain water slides on stairs, snowmen, ridiculous bedtime stories and much more. Sorry for deleting but it didn't want to update at all.

Slight AU about Hermione before and during the war and then continues with her life after the war. Emerging from number 4 Privet Drive came seven Potters, each with their own guardian. Four got onto brooms, two onto thestrals, and one got into the sidecar of a motorbike. They took off into the night sky, each heading towards a different location.

The smell of cinnamon filled the air. The fireplace was lit and it was snowing outside. Redheads in thick jerseys filled the Burrow. A tree stood in the corner of the sitting room, waiting to be decorated. Everyone jumped when the metal bell hit the ground.

Professor McGonagall followed the cat, and was led right to a sleeping Hermione. She laid curled up in a far corner of the library, surrounded by books and notes. The girl appeared to have been crying, for she had dried tear tracks on her cheeks. Mass art post by me on tumblr 23/06/2018. Link on profile.

Professor McGonagall came rushing up the stairs. Her hair, for once, was hanging loose and she was wearing a purple nightgown. She went over to Hermione's bed and sat down on the mattress beside the sleeping girl. Hermione's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat; she was tossing and turning fitfully, muttering incoherently. Warning: sensitive topics are mentioned.

The spray blew into Ron's face as he landed. He sucked in a deep breath as his lungs expanded again. He was lying on his back, staring up at Hermione. "You moron, you could've spliched yourself again!" she yelled at him, yanking her hand out of his and stalking off.

The air was cold. Small snowflakes drifted slowly to the ground. Hermione was lying on her back, watching as each snowflake made its way down. She sighed, and her breath instantly became visible as it rose. Closing her eyes, she did her best to ignore the world outside.

"Don't tell me that there isn't some spell that could allow us to explore the inside of a snow globe" said Ron. He felt himself fly forward at an incredible speed before falling on the soft snow. Hermione was gasping for breath. He noticed the big bubbles rising as she exhaled. He saw the dome in the sky, the way that the water enveloped him, but never actually touched him.

Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione spend some time at the Burrow before the big family reunion. One afternoon the group is extremely bored, and Ginny suggests a game of touching...

Hermione has a snow globe collection. One day Ron came up with the idea of exploring them with her. A series of one-shots that can connect to The Bookworm and the King. Any suggestions or prompts welcome.

AU. Follows Hermione's life and view. Starts with before she goes to school and continues during and after Hogwarts. Follows some canon. becomes a romance later on. Rated M for safety as it contains themes some may not want to be reminded of/find offensive.