"We were meant to cross paths, and even if we die this very instant, we'll find each other again. Our souls are connected. Enemies, friends, lovers, whatever it may be." With nothing more than a faded dream directing her, Hermione flees her safe harbor on an altering journey to re-discover herself and the mysterious man that still calls to her in her dreams. Sequel to Destiny.

The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse.

"This can never happen again," he warned quietly, waving a hand between the two of them indicatively. Hermione nodded emphatically in agreement, not daring to say a word lest she be terribly rude. Or vomit. Either was an option. Hermione wondered why she had a terrible sinking feeling inside to think that it still might.

Hermione and Ron's marriage fails after the loss of their first child. Over a year later she is given the chance to try and start over. Will she take it? Can a new love mend the pain of an old one, or are there some scars that never heal?

Draco's mouth popped open. He'd seen hair like that before in his other life, all curling golden-brown madness, rippling and crackling with an intensity that matched the gold fire in its owner's eyes. Her eyes. Her…Mione. Draco stumbled forward on disbelieving feet. "Granger?"

Jump right into the middle of a marriage law fic with Fred and Hermione. A story of firsts. It's awkward, it's sweet, it's fluffy, and it's all in the name of an outrageous law.

When Hermione embarks on a path of revenge against Ron, she doesn't expect it to give her anything but the secure knowledge that Ron had suffered some consequences for his behavior, even if he never found out. She could never have foreseen that Draco Malfoy would be exactly what she needed. But then, who knew he had a streak of such disarming sweetness, buried under all his spite.

We tend to focus on the light, refusing to acknowledge that truth is most often revealed in the shadows. A combination of darkness and fluff, angst and romance. Set at the end of season 5, though it takes a wildly different path from the finale.

The ketamine has worn off and House has to find a way to deal with the loss of freedom. Again. He's struggling. Medical mysteries, clinic duty, friendship and pain, laced with a little humor and sarcasm. Focus on House/Wilson/Cuddy.