Granger, Why does everyone think we’re dating? –Draco I’m handling it. –Hermione That doesn’t answer my question. Hermione starts a rumour, and Draco winds up with a pretend girlfriend. And when they break up, they can't help but get back together again, and again, and again.

"Draco Malfoy was always a fast learner, even more so when it came to pleasuring Hermione. He seemed to be taking note of every reaction, cataloguing every gasp and moan until he knew exactly what rhythm to maintain, how to curve his fingers, and how to rub her clit with his thumb to elicit the response he wanted. Hermione would have admired his talent and dedication, had her brain not stopped functioning from the extreme pleasure brought forth by the wizard on top of him." Or the one where Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy celebrate a successful mission with drinking games and confessions.

Near Halloween, the trio get stranded in an empty barn during a thunderstorm.

Highlights will start tomorrow!

The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle. “I need a bunny book Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. ------------------------------------------------------------ Draco is back in the UK after years spent in France at Beauxbatons. He sees a woman at the Rowena Ravenclaw Public Wizarding library and is desperate to know more about her.

Hermione and Draco’s relationship is too new to tell any of their friends, but that hasn’t stopped him from finding a place in her life. She finds she quite enjoys starting and ending her days with him at her side. The thought should scare her, but staying away sounds worse.

Professor Snape takes Harry's virginity in the back of the library.

His eyes stayed glued to the sky for less than two minutes before they slid back to the witch who had been ruling all his thoughts for years. He couldn’t stop himself: no matter how hard he tried his eyes always found her, even among a crowd of her doppelgangers his gaze would land on her, as if attracted by a magnet. The witch was curled up on her side, her right shoulder rising and lowering due to her regular breaths and, watching her so helpless and relaxed while sleeping, suddenly the urge to give in to his worst impulses became too strong. He drank three more long sips of Firewhisky and then stood up, checking to make sure that all the other participants in that sort of bonfire were asleep before stealthily approaching Granger’s sleeping bag