Hermione Granger is sent by Dumbledore to go undercover as a Death Eater for Voldemort. Living every day in fear her true identity will be revealed, Hermione discovers Voldemort has big plans for her. [Hermione/Voldemort]

Professor Riddle is the newest Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts. Hermione finds herself steadily becoming attracted to the handsome, brilliant, yet considerably dark man. Obviously, this is an AU fic.

What happens when Hermione is thrust into the world of Lord Voldemort, but better yet, what happens when she learns about man underneath all the evil? There's a fine line between love and hate. M for a reason. A huge thanks to Redshadow43 for the beautiful cover image.

She loved him first.

It is 1895 in England. Purebloods are the supremacy. Dumbledore rules them all. Lord Malfoy, one of his many devout followers, has a daughter no one has ever seen. The daughter herself, Hermione Malfoy, never questions the strict rules standing between her and everyone else – that is, until Master Riddle arrives and makes her think twice. AU/OOC/Rated M for dark themes.

Tom Riddle tries a few mirror spells from a book he found in the restricted section with some very unexpected results. Tom/Hermione rated M for a reason...

Sequel to Here I Dreamt I Was A Rosier. Hermione has left the Order, but now she needs to learn to navigate fully grown Death Eaters and the Dark Lord himself. Is there anything left of the Tom Riddle that she fell in love with in the volatile Lord Voldemort?

Ultima ratio - the last resort. At last the day of the Final Battle against Lord Voldemort has come. Harry, Ron and Hermione fight bravely against their nemesis - but then something goes wrong. And Hermione finds herself alone in a precarious situation.

Severus Snape didn't think his life could get any worse until Neville's cauldron explodes and turns him into a toddler. To make things worse, Albus decides to place him in the care of none other than Hermione Granger.

Hermione is killed by Voldemort, and is now dead. Well, sort of. Turns out that death is a little more complex than she knew. Ignores epilogue and last 50ish pages of DH.

But I consoled myself through the tacky, overdone reception and the saccharine cake with one thought, one question for you, Mr. Weasley: Do you know what she likes? I know what she likes.