A smile tickled the corners of Hermione's mouth as she clicked Send. She listened to the whoosh of the message and then turned off her computer. When the ping! had come in, she'd had one foot half-out the door of her flat. She'd dropped her coat and darted for her computer desk, a wide grin blossoming at her inbox. You've Got Mail.

Narcissa Black learned how to glide from her mother. Her sister Andromeda taught her how to feel, and Bella taught her how to lie. She learned strategy from her father. And from her husband… Well. She was still trying to discern what lesson Lucius Malfoy was teaching her. LUCISSA set in The Right Thing to Do universe.

And in the heartbeat that he didn't return the kiss, Hermione saw the rest of her school year flash before her eyes. The embarrassment, the teasing. Her chest constricted at this terribly awful thing she just did — kissing Draco Malfoy. / Two-Shot

Something blurred in front of her eyes — some refraction of the light, like a prism of colors splashing over him. She remembered him from school so clearly for a moment. As if he had ever swept his arm out and allowed her to walk in front of him anywhere. It felt like another life. A different universe of events. "Granger?" She blinked, and it vanished. Malfoy was frowning at her.

A collection of drabbles and short stories Post-TRTTD/ATWT. Marriage, kids, Grandpa Lucius, babysitter Harry, Draco raising a teenage girl, etc.

The one thing Draco Malfoy hated more than Christmas was snow. Snow had a habit of ruining your plans, causing delays, and generally making you damp. But this Christmas Day blesses him with his third and fourth least favorite things as well: crying girls and Hermione Granger. 13 GOING ON 30 AU x A CHRISTMAS CAROL

"I'm not going anywhere, Granger." He gave her a smile that crept up his pointed features. "I am living in my court-ordered exile in my court-ordered flat. You're the one choosing to live here." "I'm not leaving, Malfoy." She planted her hands on her hips and her feet on the floor. "We'll see."

"You are at St. Mungo's. You were in a coma." He looks me over again, taking a pause. "I am a Healer here now," he says, like it explains something. My fingers stretch, drifting across his sleeve. He looks down, like I've thrown mud at him. Forcing my vocal chords together for the first time, I whisper, "What's your name?"

A love story between Draco Malfoy and his socks. Oh, and his girlfriend is there too.

Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV.

Witch Weekly's "129 Ways to Woo Your Wizard" has some pretty outlandish suggestions. But Hermione is determined to woo her recently divorced co-worker. Even if she has to drag him to a different continent.

It has become common knowledge that Hermione Granger cannot have an orgasm. Many have tried, none have succeeded. Can Draco Malfoy offer his assistance? / 8th Year AU - Complete

The unintentional annual seduction of Draco Malfoy through a series of ribbons and bows - or - Christmas Fluff with a dash of Secret Santa.

At the Ministry's Christmas Masquerade, the enchanted mistletoe branches are fun in theory... A grumpy Hermione resigns herself to standing alone and un-harassed, watching Draco Malfoy enjoy himself, and decidedly NOT thinking about what an excellent shag he'd been.

"So," she said, and her voice was just as he'd remembered it, "you've chosen to haunt the castle as well?" She lifted her brows. "I'm dead. What's your excuse?" * Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts as Potions Master to find the ghost of Hermione Granger floating through the halls. Oneshot.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.