Healer Hermione Granger has spent years nursing her most beloved patient, even when everyone around her thinks he's a lost cause. When the possibility of a cure arises in Draco Malfoy, she knows that she'll stop at nothing to find it, but spending time with him brings its own share of unexpected side effects. A memory loss fic with a twist.

Since the war, Hogwarts castle has been left in a state of disrepair, not unlike some of the students within its crumbling walls. When Hermione decides to return for an eighth year of studies, she finds herself setting out on a restorative journey that might just fix more than a few broken windows. The one where Hermione and Draco rebuild the castle, themselves, and each other.

Blind dating is probably the worst decision Hermione Granger has made since, well... ever. But at least after eighteen months without so much as a well timed 'I'll see you around' from a member of the opposite sex, it can't get any worse, right? Oh wait. It can. Enter Draco Malfoy, stage left. (Dramione)

There were three things that Hermione Granger was aware of when she woke up on the morning of the most talked-about wizarding wedding of the century. One: Her head was throbbing so hard that she could barely think. Two: There was a bright pink wedding dress in her arms, and it definitely hadn't been that colour yesterday. Three: She was the worst bridesmaid ever. (Dramione)

Who?: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Where?: The Room of Requirement. Why?: Seven Minutes in Heaven, of course. What?: Well… Who's to say?

Hogmanay is a time for old friends and new beginnings, and for Hermione and Draco, it's all about starting the year as they mean to go on... Together. Originally posted on AO3 for KOKA's Devious & Diverse New Year Fest 2021.

Hermione has everything figured out. Sex is like food. Club nights are far too expensive. And men belong in the category of 'things that are more faff than they're worth'. You know, like hair straightening charms, lingerie, and mathematical integration. This is a story about food and sex, though not at the same time. Originally written for the SoundsLikeDramione collection on AO3.

I love you. There's no other way to put it. I can't shorten it to a simple offbeat sound that won't let you know at all, and I can't lengthen it, wrap it up in meaningless words until what I'm really trying to say is lost, and I can't tell you with my body language, blushing and turning my head and murmuring it under my breath because you won't see, and you won't hear. Not now.