What if George and Hermione became friends from the get-go? Follow along as their friendship unfolds throughout their Hogwarts career. Rating increased to M.

Sirius and Hermione share a home, their friendship evolves into something more.

Fred volunteers to help Hermione with an uncomfortable situation. But what happens when playing pretend gets a little too real? Post-Hogwarts, AU, FW/HG

SiriusHermione - He swore to himself that he would play the gentleman. He wasn't used to the role and as she moved toward an equally-inebriated Charlie Weasley, he realized that he was really not fit for the role.

"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.

After the Unbreakable Vow incident which forever altered the state of Fred's left buttock George decides that maybe a slightly less dangerous vow might be just as much fun. Things don't quite turn out exactly as planned. FredxHermionexGeorge, but not twincest. Please remember, YKINMK. Ratings for language, mature content, some violence, and Umbridge.

Hermione's destiny is altered by the Powers that Be. She is cast back to the Marauder's Era where she is Hermione Potter, the pureblood fraternal twin sister of James Potter. She retains Hermione Granger's memories, and is determined to change her brother's fate for the better. Obviously AU. Starts in their 1st year. M for language, minor violence, etc.

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."

A few years after the War, George is in search of a flatmate. Coincidentally, Hermione's just kicked her out. Forced together, they have to see if they can live together without killing each other. Becoming friends? Now that's a laugh.

Hermione is not meant to be in 1976. She's not meant to be a slave for the Ancient House of Black. And she's not meant to succumb to Sirius Black.

It's the typical Head Boy and Head Girl setup. Good news though. While this story has all the makings of your standard, farfetched Hermione and Draco fan fic, it is devoid of the usual grammatical errors and poor writing. Yay. PreHBP. No spoilers

Hermione begins to question if there's something wrong with her. Fred shows her there definitely isn't. Set after the war (Fred is obviously not dead). Fair warning; this contains explicit sexual content.

"I...I love Ron." His lips brushed against her ear as he breathed softly, "Then tell me to stop." They thought the war was over. Little did they know it was only just beginning. Dramione fic (Complete Part 1 of 2)

"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."

During sixth year, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy are compelled by an ancient & powerful destiny to be together, but will their feelings for each other be enough to save Draco from the taint of his Dark Mark & his evil alter-ego, "Malfoy"? What happens when love and hate collide? Rev. 1 was a DRAMIONE AWARD WINNER in 4 categories! Rev. 2 underway-see profile for details.

Sirius Black is nineteen, practically at the prime of his life, fighting Death Eaters and helping the war effort. His mother - who, of course, only wants the absolute best for her family - has found the seemingly perfect girl for her eldest son to marry. "Tell me, what would my mother say if she found out you were a - ahh...?" "Mudblood? Oh, I'd quite like to find out."

"If I've harmed her?" He seethed, snaking into Harry's space, his voice dropping to a menacing hiss. "She comes to me crying and you have the nerve to question how I've treated her?"

"What Viktor and I decided to do during our time together was none of anyone else's concern." Her clipped tones only served to highlight the gasps that echoed throughout the kitchen once more. "I was talking about Oliver Wood." Sirius growled. No longer a OneShot.

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.