Rescued, moments from death, by a mysterious Death Eater, Hermione becomes obsessed with figuring out which of Voldemort's supports risked his own demise just to save her life.

A five-year running prank war was not supposed to manifest in a heat-of-the-moment snog in the middle of the dressing sheds in a thunderstorm, but Thorfinn Rowle had never claimed that anything about his weird rivalry with Hermione Granger was logical.

Caught in the Potions classroom when Snape returns from a dangerous Death Eater meeting, Hermione is terrified until she sees he's wounded and in need of her help. Knowing she should leave before he realises her crush, but unable when he needs her, Hermione patches him up and is only too happy to show him how grateful she is for all he sacrifices.

When Ron finally moves on from Hermione, she is free to pursue the man she's been fascinated by since fourth year. Transferring to Romania to work alongside Charlie Weasley in Dragonsmeade, Hermione is in for a learning curve regarding three things. The true heat of dragon fire, the burning hatred of a lover scorned, and the slow, smouldering incineration of a man's love.

"This all started because of that damn purple vial that you handed me, Miss Granger!" Severus Snape snarled sinisterly over the small space separating the two of them, but for their thoroughly conjoined hands. Their irreparably joined hands, it seemed. Hermione sighed, dropping into the seat at his desk and forced to sit kitty-corner...

Fred had no idea what was wrong with him. He was supposed to be focusing on products for the line of wizard pranks he and George were developing with the money Harry had given them last year. That was he was supposed to be doing, but instead, ever since the summer they'd spent at Headquarters, Fred kept finding himself distracted by Hermione Granger.

**ONE-SHOT** "You're not as quiet as you think you are, you know?" Charlie said, cutting right to the chase, as he was so wont to do. Hermione typically admired him for it. His blunt honesty and his unwillingness to pussyfoot around a subject was one of the things she found most attractive about him. "In your room," Charlie clarified. "After everyone's asleep. You aren't quiet."

"You're not the only one who falls to pieces when we're together, little witch," he murmured into her neck, his nose buried against her skin while his tongue occasionally dipped out to taste the blood she expected he'd drawn with his bite. "Never met a female more capable of shattering me all to pieces with just a whiff of her delicious scent."

"Severus?" she called softly before he could slip out of the lab and to the flat he called home above it. He stopped, his back to her though she was certain he was listening closely to whatever she might have to say. "I wouldn't be opposed to real pillow talk someday, if you were so inclined," she admitted quietly.

**ONE-SHOT** "I have to be getting home," Hermione said when she was dressed as she slipped her feet back into her shoes. "Yeah, before your bloody husband notices," Thorfinn said, smirking. "Like he'd notice?" Antonin complained. "He's probably already in bed and snoring like he usually is when you come home late. Meanwhile, I lie awake and miss you every night you."

**ONE-SHOT** "How long have you been standing there?" she asked quietly, for though only the growl had sounded, Hermione could think of only one beast bold enough to stalk her by moonlight.

The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse.

Sent back in time to the Marauders era, Hermione must go to school with people she only knows as being dead, her Hogwarts Professors, and an Azkaban Escapee. Stuck in the 70s living a life where she is falling in love with a Marauder, Hermione will do anything to keep the friends she's made from the fate she knows will befall them without her interference.

When Hermione Granger is caught by Snape she must fake her death and assume a new identity and appearance as the illegitimate daughter of Severus Snape. Going by the name Mina Graziana-Snape, Hermione must navigate this new world where she's rubbing shoulders with Death Eaters, forced to participate in revels, marked as a Death Eater herself and balancing light and dark.

Hermione Granger finds herself pregnant and marked as belonging to Fenrir Greyback following an unfortunate encounter with him in the Forbidden Forest after the Battle of Hogwarts. Faced with the knowledge that keeping the child may tie her to Greyback for life, but struggling with her own conscience, she must decide the fate of the child in her womb and by extension, her own fate.

War breeds chaos, but no one ever imagined the Ministry would make a move like this. A law that every witch must marry two wizards seems a step too far in Hermione's opinion. Especially when it's her subconscious infatuations that see her paired with two wizards who would sooner kill each other than play nice.

Merlin, but they needed to stop doing this. They were supposed to be patrolling to corridors to prevent other people from shagging in dark corners, but every night this week when they'd been assigned to patrol together, they'd ended up naked and swearing and sweating on each other despite the frigid winter chill pervading the draughty corridors.

Hermione never expected she'd fall pregnant with a lovechild fathered by a mystery man to get back at Ron for cheating. Her drunken revenge leads to the birth of her son. 5 years later she is confronted by Draco Malfoy with a photo she thinks is of her son. Things get complicated when he tells her it's not.

An insatiable crush on Sirius Black, a yearning for Remus Lupin and a Pack Bond they aren't meant to have spells nothing but sinfully delicious trouble for Hermione. When things go awry at the Ministry, Hermione is foisted back in time where suddenly the jaded, bitter, broken men she knew are just funny boys she happens to be in love with. Boys she plans to save. SB/HG/RL Triad fic

On All Hallow's Eve pagan rite must be observed. Older than muggle hunting, the Witch Hunt is a time honoured tradition with one goal in mind. Binding witches and wizards for eternity. There's just one little problem, if you want to catch your witch, you've got to run her down. And just as the fox runs from the baying hounds, these witches are going to put up a fight for freedom.