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Hermione Granger is the last surviving member of the Order. After training around the world, she comes back to England in order to take down Voldemort once and for all. But when Voldemort accidentally flings Hermione into the past, how quickly can she end Voldemort before he has the chance to hurt any of those she loves? And how long can Hermione withstand an utterly besotted Sirius Black?
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Absolutely nothing about this fic is new or deep. It's simply a fun time and filled with the usual tropes. All chapter titles are named after Vines because I'm old and that's what I think is funny. Also, this is my first fic so please don't judge me too harshly (:
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When Bill and Fleur's wedding is interrupted by Death Eaters, a botched apparition attempt leaves Bill Weasley and Hermione Granger stranded in the middle of an unknown wilderness.
Wandless and forced to work together, the revelation of a Horcrux upends their plans to return to the Order. Instead they must venture further into the mountains in search of a legend on their quest to destroy the Horcrux, fighting Death Eaters, the cold, and their growing attraction for one another at every turn.
Perfect for fans of The Watergaw by smokybaltic!
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Depressed and adrift after the war, Hermione is suddenly taken by the hand and whisked away on a downtown London adventure.
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A fluffy Charmione comfort story.
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- Part 2 of The Weasley Saga
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Hermione Granger needed a change. Not a soulmark. Not a dragon-infested war zone. And definitely not Charlie Weasley—who, unfortunately, comes with all of the above.
Fresh off a breakup and burnt out from Ministry life, she signs up for a year at a Romanian dragon reserve. There, she finds fire, chaos, and a deeply inconvenient attraction to the tattooed lead handler who communicates exclusively in orders, sarcasm, and meaningful glances.
But as poachers close in, the past comes calling, and as fairy lights start reacting to foreign magic, Hermione begins to suspect the dragons aren’t the most dangerous thing here.
Welcome to the reserve. Try not to die.
[Charlie/Hermione]
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She knew that Fred had walked in before she even looked up. There was a sudden hush followed by a flurry of giggles and whispers suddenly sweeping the classroom, serving in stark contrast to the usual bustle of lunchtime. As she lifted her gaze from the papers in front of her, his eyes locked with hers and she felt a faint flutter in her belly as a wry grin twisted his lips.
“Come on now,” she chastised the students, trying, with some effort, to draw their attention, “finish eating your lunches and then we can get to work on our craft projects with Mr. Fred.”
It took several moments, but the children eventually turned back to their food, sitting in groups around the room and chattering excitedly as they ate.
“Hello, gorgeous,” Fred greeted her, having made his way to the front of the class to give her a hug. His arms snaked around her waist as he squeezed her gently. He smelled of cinnamon and nutmeg, tinged ever so slightly with gunpowder. It was a pleasant combination, to say the least.