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Years after the war, Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts under a veil of soft-spoken brilliance and deliberate restraint. She’s not here to be a symbol. She’s here to teach Transfiguration, avoid political entanglements, and quietly rebuild her life far from the spotlight she never asked for.
Pansy Parkinson—Head of Slytherin, Potions Professor, and recovering menace—is building something too: a private Slytherin renaissance beneath the castle’s notice, equal parts mentorship, mischief, and carefully guarded ambition. She doesn’t have time to fall for the school’s most terrifying Gryffindor. Not again. Not really.
But Hogwarts is humming with change. First-years are forming underground alliances. The Ministry is watching. And in the shadows of reform, old war wounds still bleed.
This is a slow-burn romance about power, privacy, and the unbearable pull of someone who sees through your armor. It’s about what you owe to the future. And what you might still claim for yourself.
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- Part 1 of The Hermione Archives
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As she reflected on how the young Slytherin had said the girl's name, a brief flicker of something stirred in her chest. 'Hermione Granger'. Not just 'Granger'. Not just a Gryffindor. Not 'someone' but Hermione Granger.
In Slytherin, calling someone by their first name, especially someone outside of their house, was a sign of…respect. And that, above all, made Pansy smile.
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Tasked by her parents to sort out her own 'alliance', and with her previous arrangements in tatters following the war, Pansy must choose someone notable to bring the Parkinson name into the light and overwrite her greatest mistake. With options limited, Potter and Weasley gone to become aurors, and Longbottom focused squarely on Lovegood, who better than the brain behind the Golden Trio, the Brightest Witch of her Age? Though she wasn't into witches, she was into power and like any elite Sacred Twenty-Eight witch, she'd been taught to ensnare even the most obstinate man. So, who's to say she couldn't capture the affection of the quiet, inexperienced, and very likely un-kissed Hermione Granger?
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The Battle of Hogwarts is over, but the scars of war remain. As Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for an unprecedented 8th year, she is determined to rebuild, heal, and move forward. But when she’s forced to share a dormitory—and her daily life—with Pansy Parkinson, the sharp-tongued Slytherin who once stood against everything she believed in, Hermione finds herself drawn into an unexpected storm of tension, rivalry, and self-discovery.
Haunted by the past and burdened by their choices, both Hermione and Pansy must navigate a Hogwarts that feels both familiar and foreign. Through reluctant alliances, clashing ideals, and moments of vulnerability, they begin to unravel the facades they’ve built to protect themselves. But as walls crumble, they’ll face questions neither of them is ready to answer: Can forgiveness mend what’s been broken? And is there more to their connection than either of them is willing to admit?
Amid the chaos of rebuilding a school—and a world—they thought they knew, Hermione and Pansy must confront their differences, their shared history, and the growing storm between them. Sometimes, the only way to heal is to step into the tempest.
Enemies. Allies. Something more?
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- Part 1 of Tales of the Storm
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Hermione survived Bellatrix, but didn't come out unscathed. She's been cursed. Fleur does her best to manage the symptoms and research possible solutions, while also healing Hermione's battered body and soothing her traumatized mind. But time is against them. There are missions to accomplish, to finish, and Hermione can't wait any longer to help Harry. She soon learns the full extent of The Lestrange Curse, and knows she is changed forever.
There's also that little thing about falling in love with Fleur...
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- Part 1 of The Symmetry Series
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Hermione was desperate.
Desperate to get away from the all-consuming feelings of lust that stamped through her. She needed to get away. She should be used to it at this point, but that damn Thrall was calling her like the siren she was.
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Fleur stalked the halls. Heard the call that put her on edge. Her Siren was desperate. Her Veela thrashed inside of her. Her world.
Months had stretched since the last time she had felt the press of her mate against her. She could not deny her mate anymore.