He could shut out every bit of him that recognized her, but the most primitive part of him still did. That was the problem. She went too deep. It was all too easy to be cruel, and to hate her – but to forget her? To forget she was in the room? That was the part that still felt impossible. AU, DHr. WIP

There are burdens to being queen that have nothing to do with a curse. There are duties expected of the princess that have nothing to do with being a sister. And the course of true love never did run smooth.

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

He had made her into someone she was not. Oneshot. DracoHermione.