Hermione L. Granger

Their eyes were locked purely on each other, an eternal love for each other binding them together. On the dance floor, no words are needed. H/Hr. Written Post-HBP

What if Hermione never went to Hogwarts? What if she went to Beauxbatons instead? This is the story of what happened when she went to Hogwarts in her fourth year and made friends with Harry and Ron.

This is a story of love. Platonic love, though. Love between friends. And the things in between. Friends are like flowers of quiet happiness but at times, they may turn out to be waves that cause you to be shipwrecked. And yet, friends are important. As always. Friends.

It is Harry's third year. Remus Lupin has returned to Hogwarts as a professor. However, every turn reminds him of her, and even some faces, make him think back to what he has lost. And on one night, he thinks back to what he has lost and can never get back. From Remus' point of view.

At the beginning, when everything is beautiful. At the start, where you have no idea whether the path before you is broad or narrow, and you don’t know where the bend in the road is. This is the story that happened at the beginning. It is when all evil has finally disappeared, and there is only peace. At the beginning, when peace reigns in the Wizarding World. Fluff abounds.

Supposed to be Valentine's Day fluff, but since it is long over, I suppose it can just be called a regular fluffy ficlet. H/Hr are in love, with each other. A night by the fire on V-day's eve reveals it all.

Just a very, very fluffy and late Christmas fic. Hope you enjoy it.

Just some late Halloween fluff. Harry, Hermione and lots of Pumpkin Pie.

When Hermione and Ron quarrel and break-up, she finds solace in ... a friend. Slightly Hr/SB