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[Elle]

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[quik_wit]

Fanfiction Username:quik_wit
Title:the Lioness Diaries
Rating:PG-13
Chapters:22 (and getting larger)
Words:22,440 (like I said, and counting)
Summary: Hermione Granger has a problem. It's effecting her studies, her friendships, in short, her whole life. That problem's name is Draco Malfoy, and he's Head boy. What's a book- worm bad-arse extraodinaire to do? Journal, of course! AU-ish no 6th/7th books
Extract: (words in extract: 290)This was when the absolute highlight of the night came upon me. As we danced Lucius Malfoy also was dancing with a lovely old women Draco had introduced to me as his Grandmother.
“Lucius,” she told him briskly in a tone I swear I’ve hear Malfoy use, “Don’t let that boy lose her. She is Malfoy material that girl.”
I know! How completely awesome is that?
Malfoy heard what she said as well and smirked brightly as Lucius commenced to turn twelve shades of purple and choke out some gibberish his mother took as an assent.
After that there was a good deal more dancing but we had to be back at school by twelve thirty and the time simply escaped me.
After we apparated back, we had a long trek to castle in which we laughed and talked and joked and I trip over my heels several times. He was charming and cute and perfect (Darn him! Darn him, Darn him! Why couldn’t he’ve been an awful date? That would’ve cured my crush quick.)!
The only weirdness was once we got back to our common room. It seemed to dawn on us both that we were supposed to hate each other and we both got oddly quiet and tense.
“Good night, Granger,” Malfoy said, collected as always.
“G’night, Dra- er Malfoy,” I said smiling at him timidly.
“You can still can me Draco if you want to. I wouldn’t be adverse to it.”
“Thanks,” I’m not sure why I thanked him but it seem important so I did, “You can call me Hermione if you want.”
“Is that what Potter and Weasly call you?”
“Yes, that and Mione sometimes.”
“Then I think I’ll stick to Granger. It’s our thing.”
The Lioness Diaries (link to chapter one, extract from chapter 15)

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[SerpentInRed]

Fanfiction Username: se0127
Title: All He Saw
Rating: T
Chapters: 1
Links: Fanfiction.net Link
LiveJournal Link
NOTE: The Fanfiction.net version is the collection version, which means that I will update it with the different one-shots that I'm writing for the 5x10prompts challenge. "All He Saw" itself is a one-shot.
Words: 2,247
Summary: AU. The war was over. Hermione did not want to live, but she knew that she had to keep fighting no matter what.

Extract:

He was trying to tempt her. As alluring as the deal seemed to her, Hermione was not going to give in. She already felt guilty for living while others perished. She was not going to let another issue haunt her conscious.

“You are as stubborn as Bella had told me,” he snarled as he threw her on to the floor. Hermione grimaced when she hit the floor but she was not going to give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream. “I could kill you as easily as I had killed the others. Don’t forget that you are a Mudblood. I’m only allowing you to live because I see the potential inside of you.”

“Then kill me,” she answered as she turned around and looked at him venomously. To her surprise, a high, cold laugh replied to her instead of the infamous green light.

“Ms. Granger,” he said softly as he bent down towards her. “You are truly naïve. Why would I kill you when there are many, many more things to be done to you?” He stood up again and waved his wand at her, cleaning her up. “You are to follow beside me from now on.” Hermione looked at him in disbelief. He looked at her with his crimson eyes. “You shall see the magnificence of the Dark Arts with your own eyes.”

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[TheDeepEnd]

Fanfiction Username: TheDeepEnd
Title: Unholy Confessions
Rating: R
Chapters: 1
Words: 411 extract, 1544 full word fic
Summary: Secrets are revealed within one night.
Extract:



He watched her from across the room, raised his glass, and took a small sip of wine. The liquid was bitter on his tongue, but he didn’t mind it. What he did mind, however, was the fact that his wife was standing so close to another man. Draco watched with narrowed eyes as the gorgeous redheaded laughed, and a hand that was not her own was placed on the small of her back, its fingers caressing bare skin.

He could barely keep his composure, and he found that irritating as he stepped forward, brushing his hand across Ginny’s shoulder. “Might I have a word with you?” he whispered. Clearly, she missed his hard expression.

“Is everything all right?” she asked when they were out of earshot.

“I don’t like the way he was touching you,” Draco said sternly. “You’re my wife.”

“I know who I am,” said Ginny coolly. “Besides, he was just being polite.”

Draco opened his mouth to retort when a figure caught his eye. He smiled thinly and watched the woman come towards them. She stopped beside Ginny and gave him a flirtatious smile before leaning over to kiss his cheek.

“It’s been a long time. How are you?”

Her voice was soft, and it bothered Ginny.

“I’m very well, thank you. Ginny, love, you remember Daphne?” Draco touched his wife’s hand.

“Sure,” said the redhead. “Hi.”

It was a very awkward few moments, and it was only saved when someone tapped Ginny on the shoulder. She turned and saw Blaise Zabini standing there, smirking and holding out his hand. Without a word to her husband, she grabbed his hand as he led her onto the dance floor, his other hand curled around her waist.

“Thank you,” said Ginny weakly.

“My pleasure,” he said. “You looked in need of a handsome man to come rescue you.”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I am married to your best friend.”

“Yes, I know,” Blaise mumbled, still pulling her closer. When his hand touched her leg and moved a little higher, he aimed a grin at her. “Oh, come on, I’m just having some fun.”

Having someone else’s hands on her body was making her nervous. She stepped with him and kept the rhythm, but her head was swimming from all the wine she had been drinking, and when the music stopped she had begun to feel a little lightheaded. She untangled herself from him and wandered back to find her husband.