Stories by Lucystrn

They bump into each other, meet at work, at events, in shops, bars and even the street. She can't be left in peace. At the lowest point in her life, Hermione Granger decides that at least, the former Slytherins aren't playing the pity card with her. Maybe it's what she needs. Dramione story.

It's intoxicating. In a bad way. She feels intoxicated. Attracted. Pulled to him and pushed away all at once. Desired and hated. Cared for and neglected. She can't help it. Like some muggle drug. Addicted. Warning for adultery, explicit sexual content, smoking, depression. One-shot.

Draco Malfoy is, of course, present for Ron's funeral. It is the least to say that what he sees there, changes everything.

The tip of his fingers tastes like cigarettes. The so many cigarettes he smokes all day long. One after the other. Pulling them out of the pack between his teeth. As though his life depended on it. As if it could burn his despair away.

Dramione one shots, each chapter a new story. The title explains the form.

"That's the first time I saw him again. The last is right now. But I am too weak and drunk to even attempt to shove the covers off his bed, stand and go away. Weak emotionally I mean, because I know that I should be running away from this thing." Rough Dramione short story.

In a post-war world where nothing went as planned, Hermione Granger had to become an auror. As if fighting constantly weren't enough, she finds herself stuck working with an old childhood nemesis when Mrs Zabini gets murdered. A slow dramione story.

In a dimension where Snape and Dumbledore didn't die during the war, one where Draco stayed a little pretentious brat, one where Hermione still was a war heroine, they found themselves redoing their seventh year as Head boy and girl, and it doesn't start well. Dramione one shot, the tittle gives the form.

The war is still raging. One Horcrux is still to find. More have fallen. She believed he was one of them. He will help her. She will help him. Dramione one shot.