Bertie Bott

Cautiously, she tilted her head back, staring emotionlessly at the lidless, taunting glare of the Dark Mark. And it stared back at her, silently laughing and mocking her pain and grief. And as that sinister laughter echoed throughout her mind, Hermione Granger returned her wide eyes back down to the smoldering ruins and, in a moment of sudden clear insight, knew that her parents were still there, right where she had left them, in her home... The only difference was that they were now dead.

Severus snapped his head to look down at the girl with a startled frown, the next words that Albus Dumbledore would calmly say ricocheting throughout his mind with a reverberating echo that would cause his head to ache for quite some time afterwards. ``“You are looking at the girl who turned Tom Riddle into Lord Voldemort...”

'...Anyway, you’re not reading this to learn about me. You merely want the story that I have to tell you, or really, the story behind that which you already know. It’s not a particularly interesting tale, in my opinion, but far be it from me to withhold it from the people...Okay, enough of what I think and more of the story. I’ll try to keep it as simple and uncomplicated as possible, but let’s face it, folks; love is never simple and uncomplicated...'

His grip tightened protectively around the book. It wasn't that he cared about the thing; for all he cared it could be torn up and used for toilet paper, but Hermione seemed to care a great deal about it. And, well, if it meant so much to Hermione, it was only right that he took care of it for her…right?

'...Suddenly, he became serious again. "Granger, you must either be entirely naïve or utterly dimwitted to not see that Harry Potter, super hero, do-gooder extraordinaire, is helplessly in love with you," he stated wryly...'

Sequel to "The Waiting Game"-- 'When he looked up from the nothingness, it was only to find it surrounding him. Everywhere he turned, the same sticky, thick darkness was there. He couldn’t escape it. It was everywhere and nowhere at once, and it felt as though it was reaching out to him, calling to him...'

'It’s all just a crock if you ask me, dying, that is. I’ve come face to face with the reaper countless times; so many, in fact, that we are now on a first name basis, and I have yet to see my existence stop, rewind and then replay before me. But there are exceptions, I suppose. Take yourself for example, Potter. You seem to be the one bloody exception to everything...' Just a Riddle rant...

Extremely unique (in my opinion)-- 'Lucius Malfoy had no illusions. He knew he was probably the least likely candidate to win Father of the Year, but he had only acted in his son’s best interests. But what if he had been wrong all this time? What if his son didn’t need power or money; what if he only needed her? That was the precise moment that Lucius Malfoy changed. For better or worse, this girl had affected him. She had unknowingly saved a drowning man that had not even known he was drowning...'

"...Harry and Ron smiling at her and laughing with her, and then it was just Harry. Just Harry smiling at her, his eyes a brilliant, radiant green. Just Harry sitting with her by the fire in that comfortable silence. And just Harry, looking at her as if she were the only girl in the world; as if he loved her as much as she had loved him."

A pretty dark fic where we get to see Hermione's part in the great war against Voldemort, partly told in Hermione's point of view. Some H/Hr pairing, romance and dark times.

Voldemort has finally found the key to destroying Harry Potter, and it just so happens to be Hermione Granger. A special Death Eater is charged with the task of destroying her, mentally, physically and emotionally... but what happens when he starts having feelings for his target? She is falling out of his reach, but will he be able reach out to her with love? And are his feelings reciprocated?

He was crying. Hermione hated it when Harry cried. She wanted to reach out her hand and sweep away his tears and tell him everything was going to be alright, tell him not to cry anymore, but her arms felt weighted down for some reason; she couldn't lift either of them.

Sequel to "Alone Together."-- 'I believe that we will make it. I believe that we will find a way. I believe that, together, we will conquer all; I believe in love.'

'In the space of a few heart beats, Hermione Granger had forever changed my life, without uttering a single word...Resting my cheek on the top of her head, I finally realize that she and I were meant to be alone…together.'