Draco Malfoy's memoir recounting the war is the book everyone is talking about, and even the war heroine herself can't wait to get her hands on it. But as Hermione and Draco start to see a different side of each other, Draco's parents are in the midst of setting him up with the perfect pureblood wife. Just once in his life, Draco would like to be in control of his own decisions.

"This can never happen again," he warned quietly, waving a hand between the two of them indicatively. Hermione nodded emphatically in agreement, not daring to say a word lest she be terribly rude. Or vomit. Either was an option. Hermione wondered why she had a terrible sinking feeling inside to think that it still might.

Objectively speaking, Hermione Granger knows Britain has a monarchy, just as she knows Prince Draco (the grandson of the King of England) is probably off somewhere living his royal life in total unrelation to hers. Seeing as she isn't delusional, she doesn't really expect to be his friend. She doesn't expect anything that comes after, either. Dramione, modern royalty AU. COMPLETE.

Once upon a time Hermione Granger literally ran into Draco Malfoy in a bookshop. His mother sees a connection between her son and the muggleborn that she can't ignore and determines to get to know the girl. An imagining of how things could have gone if Hermione had been taken under the wing of the Malfoy family.

Hermione convinces Draco to join her team of curse-breakers and it leads to travels all over the world. Despite their obliviousness to the obvious attraction between them, a love unlike any she ever expected to find begins to smolder. Pure romance and fluff.

After Hermione left her post-Hogwarts education, she never expected to run into Draco Malfoy in South America on her holiday. But she did. She never expected to fall in love with him during that holiday. But she did. She never in a million years expected to return to London to the Prophet announcing his engagement to Astoria Greengrass. But... she did.