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.

"So in effect you want me to save the woman who betrayed me and the man she betrayed me with" he scoffed at this notion. "And what Granger, should I expect in return for performing such a selfless and noble deed?" he finished sarcastically. Dramione.

'"They tore her apart and then wiped me out of her mind to send me a message. To mess up my life. To break..." he trailed off. Blaise nodded his head with understanding. "To break your heart," he finished for him.' Dramione. One-shot.

"Princess," Draco's voice sliced through the silence, dangerously close to where she was hiding, "I know you're here somewhere." Hermione muffled her ragged breaths. He was clearly enjoying this. "Come out, come out, wherever you are..." A sequel to HBHE

Potter was going to say that he wasn't my boyfriend. I couldn't let him do that. For the love of Merlin, I could not let him do that. I had to stop him. He couldn't tell her the truth. So I did the only conceivable thing I could think of. I kissed him.

Draco pushed her to the wall, kissed her roughly on the lips, then punched the glass window beside her head. It smashed into pieces and the crowd who had parted for him seconds ago gasped. Hermione couldn't. She couldn't even breathe. What have you done?

Tired of her husband being unfaithful, Hermione turns to the arms of the least likely person… her one time enemy and her husband's best friend. Sometimes remembering the person who has loved you most is the hardest thing to do. HGDM. COMPLETE!

COMPLETE. Multi awardwinning DracoHermione. PostHogwarts tale of the war with Voldemort and the unexpected contributions of one Draco Malfoy. Drama, War violence, Character death.