Stories by allofthelights11

The unpredictable nature of love. Making it, being in it. Falling into it, arse over tit. Head over heels. It's May of their sixth year. All hell is about to break loose, both inside the Castle and out: Sectumsempra, Vanishing Cabinets, and a war. Where do their allegiances lie, if not with each other?

Hermione runs a confidential lab, trying to unravel Dolohov's curse from the fifth-year battle in the Department of Mysteries. No one knows it's slowly killing her - least of all Draco Malfoy's loyal friends, who can no longer tolerate his insufferable crush and hand deliver him to Hermione at last.

Voldemort's won. Captured Resistance fighters are held in a venue for the entertainment of Death Eaters and sympathisers alike, obliviated after every encounter to prepare for the next. Draco POV. Dark but HEA.

Three months until his mission has to be finished, must be, or else. The clock ticks down. His stress levels rise and Draco looks for a way to reduce them. But now he has a way. He has something good, at last, at long last. No one is going to take it from him. Sequel to 'Five Months Until Summer'

She's tried three times over holiday break and it hasn't worked out. Now she has a little more than five months until summer when she can try again. It can't be Ron. Even if were someone she was less close to, she can't shag someone she knows, someone she's known since they were all eleven, and have it get around the school.

This picks up at the premature conclusion of Mine, by Curiositykils, on . Veela Fic set Ten Years after the War. Draco is a Veela. Hermione isn't his Healer. She's just his.

Hermione knows where in the library gets the best light and where will have the darkest corners, which tables wobble slightly, where she can have the best privacy. Where almost no one goes.

The door bangs open and Hermione gasps in horror. "You didn't lock it?" she hisses at him and Draco has to shrug in panic. He thought he had. He really thought he had. But he must have forgotten, completely sidetracked by the sight of Granger already in the bath.