Percy ignored her sudden stiffness, he didn't care what the state of her injuries were, Hermione was so tough, so brave, he almost couldn't focus on something as every day as skin when he was blinded by her radiance, the beauty that shone from her eyes, from the set of her mouth, in all the little noises she made.

Forced to end her relationship with Draco because of a betrothal contract, Hermione launches herself into her work, traveling the world, & working towards eradicating all remaining Pureblood laws. In the process, Hermione battles inner demons & learns more about herself than she ever could have imagined. *part of the Wolves without Teeth series*

Hermione returns for an optional 8th year after the war and Draco Malfoy, also back at Hogwarts at his mother's request, notices she's changed. A brief dip into the 'makeover' trope AND the 'goth' trope in one fic. ONE SHOT. Dramione.

Sometimes, the last thing a person wants to be is the only thing everyone else expects. Superpower AU, Villain AU. Slight Dramione. Written for the 85 Shades of AU challenge on HPFC. Warning for implied abuse.

He could not stop thinking about her, Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy knew it: He was obsessed. He was completely obsessed with her. He didn't know how, when or why, all he knew was that he suddenly felt the need to have her, to possess her. He wanted to keep her as his most precious treasure; he wanted her to belong to him and to him only. She was his.

What begins as Severus' anger at Sirius Black's attempts to seduce Hermione leads to a life he never thought he deserved to live. The past and the present mesh together in a story of protection, betrayal and trust, and how the Battle of Hogwarts might have been fought. Rated MA for tender sensibilities.

He sliced her forearm and then sliced his own. He pressed them together and chanted. He was sharing his lifeforce with her, his very soul, binding them together for the rest of their lives. If one died, then so would the other. They were irreversibly linked. He only hoped that she wouldn't hate him for it.

The future is explained through the past and everything happens for a reason. Hermione becomes an active part of the history she studies so diligently in class. A dream come true, right? Nothing is as it seems...

"Dear Santa," the five year old read, his steel eyes flickering over the page, reading as he wrote, "I was a pretty good boy this year. Well, not to Blaise, but since Blaise is annoying, I don't think that should count. So this year for Christmas, I want Hermione Granger." One-shot. R&R.

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."

Every year on Christmas Eve, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy would meet under the Christmas tree at King's Cross Station, London, England.

There is a man who lives on the edge of the sea. Rumours say he loves a mermaid.

Hermione quite literally crashes her way back through time by roughly twenty years. There is no going back; the only way is to go forward. And when one unwittingly interferes with time, what one expects may not be what time finds...

They say babies are born with guardian angels to protect them. When these babies grow up, they become less connected and aware of their angels. But there are cases when grownups find their guardian angels in their time of need.

Hermione and Draco's five year old daughter visits her mommy's grave. This kind of shows how much love a five year old can give, how much she can observe. Okay, I admit, I suck at this, R and R!

Hermione Granger has a secret. Deep down inside she longs to submit to a dominant man. Remus Lupin has a similar secret, his passions pull him towards domination. When a new fetish club opens it looks like the answer to both their prayers. Sex BDSM.

He'd always loved her. Said he'd marry her one day. And then, suddenly, out of the blue, he's there next to her cousin - on a wedding invitation. RW/SM/LP.

The air was blistering cold. She sat on the frost covered bench, playing with the ring around her index finger. She looked uneasily as the train pulled in and a man stepped off. And I could only watch their love blossom again.