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.

"Comparatively, he was a wolf and she was a sparrow." A story without an ending, but a story nonetheless. A story about Firewhiskey, tea, and murder. Dramione one-shot. Warfic.

"That incident, their first kiss, always reminded her of a car crash; people often described how they could recall every moment before and every moment after, but the impact itself was lost or hazy, like when you find a new bruise and can't remember where it came from. And Hermione could genuinely remember every detail that followed the impact. Every detail." Dramione. One-shot.

"He would've known her silhouette in a room made of shadows." A ghost story that's not about ghosts at all. Dramione one-shot. EWE.

Seven years later, and she's there. Right there. Seven years of questions and scribbling her name onto parchment, and she's close enough to touch, close enough to grab her hand, like he should have the first time. Warfic. 6 years post-Hogwarts. One-shot.

Hermione thought she was the only person in the world who would spend Valentine's Day in a Graveyard, but she was wrong. He's there. Every single year, with his gloves, roses, and answers. Dramione Valentine's Day one-shot. Post-Hogwarts. EWE.

With the war still casting a shadow over the Wizarding World, Draco tries to understand why Christmas is so important to Hermione. Even if it takes him years to learn. Christmas one-shot. Dramione.