It's been five years since Draco and Hermione have seen each other. Five years since they were forced apart. Now that they've been reunited, a tangle web of rekindled love and death follow them both. (Previously a drabble, but a now multi-chapter romance, angst, & drama)

The Ministry is offering rewards for having children. They've got a list of unconventional pairings and their willing to give certain people the thing they want most. When Ron overreacts to the idea of Hermione being paired with Mafloy and does something stupid, Hermione's life is set on a new path. One that involves having a baby with Draco Malfoy.

"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."

"It's a veritable PTSD tour. With pastries. And hand-skimmed clotted cream. And Hermione has no idea why she's doing it, but it's becoming very apparent that she is." Sometimes you're sad. Sometimes you need dessert. And sometimes, it's a little of both. [COMPLETE, DRAMIONE]

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.

Astoria was never a fan of Hermione Granger, but pretty soon, she would be gone, and Draco was going to need all the help he could get. Rated M for future chapters.