Post HBP. Ron and Harry are Horcrux hunting and Hermione has been left at Hogwarts to help the Order make it safe for the other students. Draco is forced by Snape to stay in Hogwarts for his own protection, but he can't leave the room he is given; Granger's room. Hermione is the only student trusted with this information, so her and Malfoy share the small space, and Draco tries to avoid insanity as he becomes increasingly isolated with only the Mudblood for company. Something's going to give... Mature content and themes, and explicit language. ✨Feel free to comment✨ ❗Disclaimer: I do not own Isolation❗ The author of this incredible fan fiction is Bex-Chan. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series and Bex-Chan for writing this Fanfic based off the characters in said series. Here is a link to the original: https://m.fanfiction.net/s/6291747/1/Isolation

"Tall? That's what you think I should notice about Malfoy? His height?" Ginny quirked an eyebrow and licked the tip of her quill suggestively. "Well, isn't that your thing? Lockhart. Krum. McLaggen. Ron. The only thing they have in common is being tall enough to give me a neck ache." Hermione felt her ears grow hot, and she gripped her book tighter. "I don't have a thing for tall men. Their height is-completely coincidental." Dramione Height Differences Minifest 2020. Cover art by Jaxx-art-box: https://instagram.com/jaxx_art_box

Set in sixth year. One late night, hate turns to lust. Not written by me!! Written by the wonderful @AkashaTheKitty on AO3! :)

Draco Malfoy is in love with a Muggleborn. No, not that Muggleborn. Well... Maybe.

He made a frustrated noise. "You have cat ears, Granger." She whirled on him, wand levelled at his throat. "Keep your voice down." "You have cat ears," he said again in a stage whisper. "You cannot possibly expect me to pretend I don't know that. Am I supposed to believe that Potter and Weasley simply accepted this news when they found out?" In which Hermione has cat ears in 8th Year and Draco finds out.

"This isn't working." She was already halfway buttoned up when she turned to face him. His slacks still unbuttoned and his shirt open around his shoulder, which he gave no indication of closing anytime soon. Hermione rolled her eyes, continuing to do up her blouse. "We just finished. Give it a moment. Besides, I have to be-" "No, not this," Draco scoffs, gesturing to his open trousers. "This." She blinks carefully, watching his long fingers extend from his own chest to hers.

When Draco Malfoy turned up on the Order's doorstep with Harry, everyone welcomed him with open arms. They trusted him. But, not Hermione. She knew better; he was up to something. She wasn't quite prepared for what that something was. Or how she'd feel about it after.

Names: A Dramione One Shot In which Draco and Hermione argue...discuss what to name their first child- with interesting results. A short story told only through speech...

"What the hell would you know? You're just a filthy little mudblood!" He regretted his words, he truly did, the moment he said them. The moment he saw the disappointed, broken look in her caramel brown eyes, glinting with the anger at his words, he regretted it. But he was too caught up in the moment to apologize, too angry, confused, even sad by everything that was happening to say that he didn't mean it. That such a thing was something he didn't even believe in anymore. A one shot Dramione Fan-fiction.

It was the news that shocked the Wizarding World. Hermione Granger, the War Heroine of the Second Wizarding War is DEAD. Taken by an illness, she leaves behind a newborn daughter to the care of the Potters. Fifteen years later, her daughter, as kind and beautiful as her mother and as determined and witty as her father, transfers to Hogwarts to finish her education and a new beginning. The past begins to catch up. Two innocent souls are pushed and pulled by the waves of revelations and he beginning her daughter wanted turned out to be the long await climax of the past. #MyDaughter #CurrentlyUpdatingEachChapter