[Remus' face was at once heartwrenchingly familiar and unsettlingly young. He did not know her yet, this Remus. He had seen her at once, however, and now he glanced at her, a question in his tired eyes.] Hermione is trapped in the past––or something like it. There, she and a young, lonely Remus quickly grow close, unaware of the efforts to bring her back into her own reality...

He just stared at her. It was all he could do. She made him breathless and awake all at once. His heart was beating so hard against his chest, he was sure it would slip through the bone and escape from his ribcage. Draco didn't think that would be such a problem because he knew exactly where it would go. It would run back to her. [Post-war Dramione]

Hermione Granger has a problem. She can't seem to extinguish the attraction she has for the very person she most certainly shouldn't. Lucius Malfoy has a game. Bored of the straight and narrow his second chance of a life demands, he's taken to Legilimency for amusement and self-gain. The Ministry's Annual Fundraiser Ball for St. Mungo's is looking to be an eventful evening…

A ten-year-old foster child named Tom Riddle showed up on the Granger's front doorstep with his social worker in the summer of 1990. Hermione spent the following years adjusting to life with her new foster brother; so, she never realized how often he kept an eye on her. "I've always watched you, Hermione; and you've always been mine." [Magical AU]

When you can't change time, but you can't go forward, what is left? Hermione learns how to be the protagonist of her own story. [Tomione WIP]

Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV.

And when her halo broke, she carved the two halves into horns.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

It had been ten years, and the thought of him made her heart race just as much as it had at the tender age of sixteen. But he was little more than a memory now, a whisper at the back of her mind, begging to be spoken aloud. One shot.

It takes the unexpected engagement of their children to get Draco and Hermione in a room together, but only the selfish acts of their estranged spouses and a 300 Galleon bottle of firewhiskey will get them in a bedroom. What starts out as a one time mistake soon becomes a full-blown affair with a deadline; the day their children say 'I do'. But things rarely go according to plan.

After the war, Hogwarts is haunted by those who died... and those who lived. Hermione Granger returns to complete her eighth year, and develops an interesting relationship with the Potions Master. Slowly, they help each other remember that they are human. Severus Snape/Hermione Granger. Hermione is at least 18.

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.

SS/HG. Post-Deathly Hallows. Severus Snape survives, only to find himself entangled in an enchantment he never expected. COMPLETE.

In a whirlwind of pleasure and angst, can Draco and Hermoine end up happy and together? Or are they destined forever to keep their relationship physical and above all secret?