Narcissa and Lucius take a walk in the woods beneath the moonlight, and question what, exactly, binds them together.

“Goodbye, my love,” she whispered in his ear, knowing he would never hear her. [HD]

Before she knows what she’s doing, Ghealdan Jorj draws Hermione into the darkest of all darkness -- to raise Ghealdan’s dead lover. When Draco is entrapped, it turns into a deadly web: and there’s no way to tell who’s the spider pulling the thread

A fiery slap, tearful accusations, ice-cream and kisses shared, a dreamy ramble down Diagon Alley... it didn't go where either Draco or Hermione expected -- but doing the forbidden had always appealed to the both of them...

Hermione has proven herself time and time again to be a valuable witch of knowledge and power... yet she throws away what she has been working so hard for in one impulsive move, for magic was what killed her love.

Both midnight wanderers that trawl the halls long after lights-out: Hermione to muse upon a nightmare, Draco for a taste of freedom he longs for -- and confess to themselves the disturbing attraction to the other.

A nearly invisible line separates affection and hatred. Draco walks along this tightrope, unable to feel, after a curse was laid upon him. Not until he seeks to learn how to hate, first, by approaching a certain Gryffindor...

She's trapped in Azkaban for a murder that she didn't commit... and is gradually losing her sanity. One-shot fic, shouldn't be too long to read. R&R, please. :)

Transfiguration Professor Hermione Granger isn't surprised when she finds out that Draco Malfoy's a Death Eater. What really surprises her is that he is willing to change; war is on the brink of the horizon; Cho Chang's a Death Eater... chaos ensue.

Sometimes it's the flaws in one's character that makes her perfect ...