Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf with a grudge. It will require the combined power of their intellects to get them home. Too bad they despise each other

Draco and Hermione have a lazy snuggle in the grass behind the Quidditch pitch.

Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat. She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts. Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers. Just once. For herself. Draco Malfoy's not complaining.

He should tell her to stop. He really, truly should. Because it's against the rules. But he can't. He wants her to keep going. Just like that.P Part of the Twistmas 2019: A Dark Remix Xmas Fest. Prompt: Candy Canes This piece is not at all dark and not even really particularly twisted. Oops. Rated M for suggestive themes and implied sexual activity.

The greenhouse is shadowed and quiet, and she's alone, pressed into the very darkest corner she can find. She doesn't know he's there until he touches the back of her right hand with a fingertip. "Tea?"