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Hermione Granger never went to Hogwarts. She gave up a life of magic to stay by her ailing father's side.
Draco Malfoy never knew his father. Lucius Malfoy was sentenced to Azkaban as a Death Eater and punished accordingly after the Order defeated the Dark Lord (for the first and last time).
Years later, their paths cross at King's Cross Station. Hermione is a ticket attendant, working several jobs to make ends meet, and Draco is a Hogwarts professor, commuting weekly on the Hogwarts Express. And then there's Theodore Nott: Draco's best friend, and the man Hermione has fallen hopelessly in love with at first sight (much to Draco's dismay).
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Working at King's Cross station has its perks:
- It gives Hermione plenty of time to read
- She gets to see her "Handsome Stranger" (the charming man she's certain she's fallen for)Working at King's Cross station has its drawbacks, too:
- Namely, "Jack Frost" (her "Handsome Stranger's" incredibly rude friend, whose frigid glare could turn someone's heart to ice with one glance)A Dramione retelling of: While You Were Sleeping.
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24 Dec 2025
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Rey holds the key to finding Luke Skywalker in her mind. Taken from Jakku and made prisoner on the Finalizer, she faces the famed Kylo Ren. It is the Master of the Knights of Ren who is tasked with extricating this integral information. But more than just Skywalker's location is locked in the scavenger's head. And what's hidden there, even from Rey herself, may change the course of the war.
A canon verse fic from the days of old
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17 Nov 2025
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“Mother... if I were... In the event that one found oneself... shall we say interested in interacting with someone who was not normally included in our social circles, would that... would one find oneself quite dismissed from the family, do you suppose?”
The first wizarding war didn't end. It just changed tactics.
Hidden in bureaucracy, buried in laws, and baked into bloodlines, wizarding society is still divided into those who belong, and those who don't. But Hermione Granger has never backed down from a challenge, and she's never wanted anything more than to belong.
Not every war is fought with battles and curses. Some are fought with hushed conversations, careful compromises, and a revolution that begins in a library.
[This story begins in third year and updates Sundays and Tuesdays.]
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- Part 1 of The Quiet War
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26 Aug 2025
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Five years after the war, a quiet return to England. A nearly empty charity ball. A name that still divides the Wizarding World.
When Hermione Granger-Potter and Harry Granger-Potter accept an invitation to a charity ball hosted by Narcissa Malfoy, they become unexpected catalysts for change in a society still haunted by its past. And in the shadows of the ballroom, Draco Malfoy steps forward, no longer the boy they once knew, but a man who could alter everything.
A story of redemption, second chances, and the power of rebuild!
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01 Aug 2025
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“Fuck you,” he snarls, leaning into the space between them until every breath she takes mingles with his own. Until his forehead brushes the brim of the hat she now wears like a dare. “You think just because you dress like that it means you can keep up? Wake up, little girl. You’re just a fuckin’ kid.”
She thinks to slap him; to take him down a peg and show him just how childish she can be. But then his eyes drift, like he can’t seem to help himself from looking. They skim down, down, down over her breasts and to the sliver of skin where her hips flare out. He looks agitated; looks annoyed—with her or himself she isn’t sure. All she knows is that when she presses her palms to the brick behind her and arches her chest up towards his gaze, his pupils expand and his teeth grind.
“I may just be a fuckin’ kid,” she spits the words like venom from between her teeth. “But I’m a kid you want to fuck.”
OR: A new farmhand comes to town and the owner's granddaughter gets more than she bargained for.
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14 Jul 2025