science fiction & fantasy

When Hermione Granger is accidentally cut by an old Malfoy Family Heirloom, a matrimonial blade, an ancient magic seems to think she is betrothed to the last Malfoy heir, and begins to pull her into Draco’s bed every night, at midnight. A non-epilogue compliant Dramione fan fiction. Binding queries: all binding requests of this fic have my blanket consent as long as they are for personal use only, with no intent to profit off the bind whatsoever.

It was a long shot, an extremely long shot, but it was his only hope. He slammed the photo down and looked around for something to write with, but Vernon had locked up all his things to prevent him from talking to his friends. Desperate, Harry used the blood dripping from his nose and his shaky fingers to scrawl a few words. There wasn’t much space, and he could hear Vernon breaking through the door, so he had to be quick. He wrote three words and signed his name. Please help me—Harry. Just as he handed the photo to Hedwig and pushed her through the bars with a disgruntled squawk, Vernon finally broke down the door. His face was purple, and he was breathing heavily, looking more menacing than Harry had ever seen him. Harry turned to Hedwig and told her, in a raspy voice, “T-take it to Professor Snape.” ~~~Author note: I update at least every other day. This will be a longfic folks so buckle in.

Rather than stand idly by, Draco Malfoy throws himself in front of the knife that would have killed Dobby, and is then whisked away to Shell Cottage. Dramione-centric Deathly Hallows re-write, with an ensemble cast and some fun side-pairings. Adventure, humor, a touch of angst, and a bunch of lemons for taste.

Evangeline Oleander, dubbed "Evie" by Hogwarts's infamous Marauders, never saw the world through the same lens as her friends. Maybe this is why she disappeared with Regulus Black and never returned. A friends to lovers, pining for years, slow burn Marauders fan fiction 1975-2004