"NO. Granger, you need me." "I could never NEED you, you git. Go away!" She knew she should be uncomfortable with the situation playing out in front of her, but she only felt exhilarated.

Thunder wasn't harmful, but the images it conjured were like jagged knives. Draco hated them, and so did she. They both hated thunder, but they both liked their sitting room and a warm fire. Written for a flash comp on Dumbledore's Armada Discord channel! *Winner - Overall Favorite

Draco Malfoy is Hermione's best friend above all else. And he's to wed a woman he'd known scarcely more than a month in two brief, excruciating hours. She refused. Draco couldn't marry a bimbo he'd known for less time than it took to brew some potions. Admitting her feelings for him was the only logical way forward that Hermione could see.

Sequel to Amanda from America (recommend reading it first.) Hermione Granger wakes up in none other than Draco Malfoy's bed, mouth dry, core sore, and eyes unable to leave the pale chest by her side. One night. That's all it was supposed to be. One evening with him between her thighs, then seek never to see him again. But what happens when you wake a slumbering dragon in his lair?

Ginny is home from the Harpies this weekend, and she wants to dance. So Hermione applies her well tuned glamour for a night on the town, where she can dance and be free. And maybe get laid. But an unexpected suitor shows up at the bar, and Hermione finds herself unable to say no. PWP. Rated M for a reason.

Blaise Zabini is gone, according to the somewhat deranged looking Draco Malfoy who has invaded her self-date at Flourish and Blotts this Friday evening. Why does he seem so on edge? What information is he seeking? And frankly, why does he smell so awful? A scavenger hunt of sorts leads them down an odd road as anonymous notes keep pushing them further South. TW: death by cancer SC

Draco hadn't seen her in nearly six weeks, after spending every weekend with her for the past two years. Then as if showing up from the ether, she appeared back at work this morning wholly ignoring him. But if there were even a slight potential that she'd be at Theo's tonight, so would he. He'd meet her at 12:05 a.m. and fuck her again. Inspired by MGK's song by the same name

The last 12 years of her memory gone. Hermione is lead to believe life before her accident was pristine. But nagging in her gut told her something important was left out. Who can she turn to for real answers? Enter a mysterious man, Malfoy, willing to shed light on a war torn past. Her friends aren't trustworthy, her former enemy her only desire. Life moves as memories returns.

For the third year in a row, Hermione finds herself in the Malfoy Manor ballroom on New Year's Eve. But what she didn't expect was to find herself on the arms of a shaggy blonde man underneath a breathtaking starry sky. Breathtaking revelations, a bit of sensuality, and a firm grasp pull her down into her ultimate pleasure. PWP. M for reasons.