Malfoy had no more attention to spare for Hermione than for any of the expensive trinkets safely kept in glass cases and warded displays. She was simply one more thing he owned, and he owned a lot of things.

In which Natasha is a cat, Clint is pining, and Phil really needs to get a better lock.

In which wizards are known, the Order of the Phoenix is a spy agency, and everyone has the self-preservation instincts of lemmings.

Hermione would like to think that she was old enough and mature enough to have a handle on her temper, only clearly she didn't, because it was 1991 and she was eleven. Again. Over a stupid slur and Pansy Parkinson being her predictably spiteful self.

All Hermione wanted out of her evening was to close up the pub in peace and quiet. That plan sort of went out the window when she was kidnapped by Draco Malfoy, who proceeded to drop a baby on her lap. Also known as the one that's almost but not quite a Muggle AU.

The one where Hermione and Draco star in a musical. At Christmas.

The only thing it takes for someone to cave in is time and imagination — and often not much of either. Blaise has both of them in spades.

Being Minister for Magic is not easy, and things get even harder when Draco lets Blaise convince him that there's no one better for the job of Senior Undersecretary to the Minister for Magic than Hermione Granger, the woman who tore his heart out three years ago.

A witch walks into a wedding. A meddling friend, a stiff drink, and one ex-husband later, she walks out again.

He regarded her in silence for a few seconds. He had not known where they stood after coming back from summer break, but they had quickly fallen back into their old pattern of making out in secluded areas of the castle whenever they could find the time. He had no doubt - and he knew she didn't either - that it was a bad habit, but it was a bad habit that he had grown rather fond of

A tale of two Christmas Eves — the one that was and the one that might have been.

Charlie has put his wild years behind him. He's a prefect now. Quidditch Captain. He has responsibilities. There's no way he'd do anything that could even remotely be considered against the rules. No siree. Not him. Honest.

The war is over, but for Draco the fight is just beginning. Deceived and betrayed, he wants nothing more than to take revenge against Harry for stealing his powers. He finds a surprising ally in Hermione, whose memories were lost during the war.

A wizard and a witch walk into a bar. Tequila and bad life choices ensue.

Draco has problems. He's a Death Eater, Malfoy Manor is in the hands of the Order of the Phoenix, and the war doesn't seem to be dwindling down any time soon. Also, he's invisible. And he knows just who to blame for that.

Draco and Hermione fall under a sleeping curse and get thrown into a dream world filled with the fairy-tale version of their friends and family. ::Written for Hawthorn & Vine's Reverse Challenge 2014::

Set in Narcissa and Lucius' seventh year at Hogwarts. Narcissa has just learned of Andromeda's upcoming marriage to Edward Tonks.

Events at Malfoy Manor on the night of Voldemort's death at the end of the First Wizarding War.