Stories by rriddlemethis

Hermione had always been able to see transparent people with chains coming out of their chests. She just never thought she'd become one of those people. At eighteen years of age, no less.

REWRITTEN. It's the repeated Seventh Year at Hogwarts and Draco and Hermione have a bet going on. "Nine years later, as Hermione Malfoy was getting her daughter Alexia in bed, she thought that Maybe Betting Wasn't So Sad." One-shot. EWE.

It's the repeated Seventh Year at Hogwarts and Draco and Hermione have a bet going on. "Nine years later, as Hermione Malfoy was getting her daughter Alexia in bed, she thought that Maybe Betting Wasn't So Sad." One-shot. EWE.

And after all these years, she stands by him, because while she knows being with him is wrong, it just feels so, so right.