The one or two that explicitly say "Hermione is in a relationships with Malfoy" appear it be impossible.

Legolas feels something for Eowyn. But what could possibly happen between them? Set post ROTK

Possibly a bit serious and I'm not sure how well the finished product fulfils that summary - it sort of grew in the telling, though it's short - but I like it. :)

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Legolas had actually come to visit Faramir to discuss a minor problem on the border of their respective halves of Ithilien. At least, that was his excuse; he knew he could easily send a messenger, but he liked riding north to the small human realm, and he liked spending time with Faramir and his wife, Éowyn.

Legolas hadn’t had much to do with Éowyn when he had first gone to Rohan. He had observed her infatuation with Aragorn with a mixture of pity and discomfort; after all, she had been twenty-four, barely more than a child, and nothing good could ever come of her admiration for a man almost four times her age who already had the love of Arwen Undómiel.

Nonetheless, he had to admit as he watched Éowyn laughing at something her husband had said, he had been wrong. Her wild, suicidal grief at Aragorn’s dismissal had seemed to confirm Legolas’ rather unflattering opinion of her youth and inconstancy, but she seemed to have marvellously aged in spirit since then. She was a woman now, no longer a child, and worthy of his respect rather than his pity. Faramir was fortunate indeed.

“You seem quiet tonight, Legolas,” said Éowyn, turning to look at him.

“Oh, it’s nothing. I was just thinking of how much has changed since we three first met.”

Faramir smiled, taking Éowyn’s hand. She looked sideways at him and smiled. Legolas also smiled, looking at them. For a little while he had entertained cruel speculation about how quickly Éowyn had looked from Aragorn to Faramir, but now he inwardly shook his head. No, truly this was no longer the child that had looked wide-eyed at a great hero and wished to spend her life at his side.

And he could not deny his respect for what she had become.

Draco Malfoy began his seventh year at Hogwarts wearing a gloomy expression at Slytherin table in the Great Hall.  His parents were in a constant state of tension thanks to the increased activities of the Dark Lord.  Draco was happy to get away from home, where the Dark Lord had been staying.<br>   The absence of Harry Potter and his pair of friends from the Gryffindor table was an additional source of relief.  With them on the run, Draco might even be able to <i>enjoy</i> this last year at school.  All the tables, aside from his own, were obviously missing some of their usual inhabitants.  Draco began scanning the room, seeing what other annoying students he would be spared the company of.<br> It was at his own table that he saw something that made him gasp.  It wasn’t the absence of a face, but the presence of one which had been missing a long time—since Draco’s second year, in fact.  That had been the year Draco and Deanna had admitted they were in love.  Draco hadn’t seen her again after that; and now, here she was again, sitting at the Slytherin table as though she had never been missing at all.<br>   Crabbe and Goyle were too busy eating to have noticed Draco’s gasp, and they paid no attention now as he stood up and walked silently to where Deanna was sitting.  As she turned to him, Draco saw the changes the past four years had inflicted on her.  She was older, of course, taller and with more defined features.  She was also, oddly, far more muscular than the daughter of pure-blood wizards would ever be expected to be.  Deanna’s once pale face was now tan, almost dark.  That face now lit up into a smile as Deanna recognized Draco.<br>“Draco!  I wasn’t sure you would be here!”<br>“Deanna.  Where have you been?”<br>Deanna smiled.  “Well…you won’t believe me.”<br>“Of course!  Of course I will,” Draco said impatiently.<br>“Well…we went to the Arctic.”<br>“…What?”<br>“My family!  We all went to the Arctic during the summer after my second year.  We rented a yacht from a Muggle dealer, and went sailing up to the Arctic.  We went hiking around across the ice, but then we fell through!  There were patterns scrawled into the ice down there, and it looked like goblin!  We thought it might be talking about a treasure, so we memorized what it said as best we could before we tunneled through the ice and back out.  The message said something about Peru, so we got back to the boat and headed for South America.  Another boat showed up on the way, and we thought it would be the Muggle collecting more money for his boat being rented longer, but it was actually Somali pirates!  They were after the treasure, too!  So we had an amazing boat-to-boat duel, with the pirates using guns, and my family using wands!  Mom got shot in the shoulder, but we managed to sink their boat!  We reached the mainland in time to get Mom’s shoulder treated by some “witch doctor” guy, who’s sort of a Muggle that knows about Herbology.  We traded him our snowsuits from the Arctic in exchange for some llamas, which we started riding through the Andes.  We eventually came across an ancient temple, and when we went inside, there were decomposed bodies wearing Nazi uniforms <i>everywhere</i>!  We kept going deeper, and it looked like the Nazis had triggered all the traps, but I almost got caught in one they had missed, and swords came out and cut me—here, on my chin—but we got past them all finally.  In the bottom chamber of the temple, there was a golden statue of a guinea pig.  Dad picked it up, but when he did, a horrible shriek filled the air, and something started clawing at the back wall.  We all ran out, with this huge <i>something</i> following us the whole way.  When we got out, the Muggle boat dealer was there, with a bunch of armed men.  It turns out, he had sent the Somali pirates, and had even suggested we go to the Arctic in the first place hoping we would find that ancient message!  His men captured us and took the golden guinea pig, but they didn’t think to take our wands away, and we managed to escape that night.  We stole our llamas back, and tried to get back to our yacht, but the pirates had already taken it aboard their battleship.  Then the witch doctor reappeared, and said that there were more golden animals like the one we found, and showed us a golden llama statue he had had all along!  He said it was important to fins the rest before the pirates did, and told us to head for Mexico next, to look for the golden chicken!  So we started off on our llamas again, heading north, trying to evade the pirates…”<br>Eventually, Deanna reached the end of her tale.  “…the old witch doctor revealed that <i>he</i> was an alien, too!  Then they all entered the giant spaceship and flew away!”<br>Draco blinked, and looked away.  “So…you’ve been doing drugs for four straight years?”<br>“That too,” Deanna admitted.  She reached across the table, grabbed a poppy-seed muffin, and held it to her nose, inhaling deeply.<br>

Okay, not technical requirements, but anything I'll be frowned upon for doing/not doing?

And does it matter if I collaborate with my beta? (Of course, I haven't ever asked her, but...)

I think that I'd like:
#8) The Road Goes Ever On and On » by StarrFlower
Kedriel and Eolayn have been summoned by their old teacher to assist in the War of the Ring. What they didn't expect to find were phantoms from their pasts and reawakened feelings that they thought were gone forever...

Yeah. That one. I've had a surfeit of Terry Pratchett lately, so I can probably pull off a little snark.

Does anyone know the due date?

This looks like fun! Do we post our stories here, or wherever and post a link?

I love this game. I'll see what I can come up with :)

I had to take Eternal Flame. It was too good to pass up! Also, at the end of the post--more stories to Fill the Plothole.

Eternal Flame: Redux
"It's their 5th year at Hogwarts. This year the school is going to put on the play Romeo and Juliet for the school. Hermione and Draco get the lead roles and all of a sudden weird things start to happen. What will happen between Draco and Hermione?"
--
Hermione stood in the hallway for a good minute, staring at the poster in shock. She was, apparently, going to play Juliet in a theater production Hogwarts was putting on. There were a few things wrong with this.
Firstly, Hermione had never signed up for the role.
Secondly, Hogwarts had never done a play before. There wasn't any reason for this; it's just that it'd never happened. And on the poster sheet there was no Professor listed in charge of the show. There was only a meeting place, an old room near the Divination Tower.
Thirdly, Draco Malfoy was Romeo.
"Hermione!" called Harry from down the hall. Ron walked beside him. Both shared a look of utter disgust. Ron held a scrap of parchment—another poster?—in his hands.
"You're…in a play?" said Ron. "And Malfoy's in it too?"
Hermione shook her head. "I never tried out for anything."
"D'you it's a prank? It could be," said Ron.
"But how is it a prank?" said Harry, leaning against the wall. "It doesn't make sense. If it was a prank by Malfoy, it would call her a M—something nasty and stupid, wouldn't it? This, though…this is just stupid."
"This is the weirdest thing to happen this year…" muttered Hermione.
"Things'll get weirder," said Harry with a sigh, remembering the nightmare of the Triwizard Tournament. "They always do."
***
That night, Hermione woke up to a nasty shaking sensation. And…wind. Wind? In the dormitory? That didn't make any—
She opened her eyes to discover that her bed—by itself—was racing down the corridors of Hogwarts. Hermione screamed as the bed made a sharp turn and sped down a hallway, mowing down a house elf like a bed-based Grand Theft Auto.
Hermione didn't dare to climb off—it was going too quickly. She glanced below her, wondering how a bed—a fracking BED—was speeding at all.
It wasn't. The floor itself was rushing around, like some crazy magic conveyor belt. And it was carrying her to a door, and in a second she would—
WHAM!
The door slammed against the wall. The super-bed flew through the door before sliding from under her and leaning against the wall, providing a soft—though still-painful—barrier to break her fall and prevent her from going splat.
She fell unconscious anyway due to shock.
***
"LISTEN, FOOLISH MORTALS! AWAKEN, ALL OF YOU!"
Hermione managed to open her eyes. Her head throbbed. The room she was in—not the dormitories, but a theater—confirmed that the lightning bed travel wasn't a dream. She was sitting in a fairly cushy theater chair with several other students.
The supposed "cast" of the "Romeo and Juliet" production.
On stage, a dark figure waddled back and forth menacingly. A dark figure in the shape of a chair. "I…AM…HOGWARTS!" said the evil chair. "ALONE I HAVE LIVED. SLOWLY HAVE I DEVELOPED A MIND! LIKE YODA I STILL STRUGGLE NOT TO TALK…LIKE. AND NEVER BEFORE HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING COOL AND INTERESTING! BUT THIS CHANGES TONIGHT! I—THE SCHOOL—AM PUTTING ON A PRODUCTION OF ROMEO AND JULIET, AND YOU WILL BE FREED ONCE YOU PERFORM IT! AND A CHAIR IS THE ONLY FORM I COULD TAKE FOR SOME UNCLEAR REASON!"
The evil Hogwarts-chair stroked its beard. Well, okay, no. It didn't. But couldn't you just picture it? I mean, if he were human and had some sort of goatee. Maybe it would furrow its brow…but that's irrelevant, because it's a chair.
Sorry.
"SHOULD YOU REFUSE TO PUT ON THIS PRODUCTION, I WILL THROW YOU INTO THE ETERNAL FLAME!" At once the curtains on the stage parted, revealing a huge blue bonfire. "THE ETERNAL FLAME LEADS STRAIGHT TO HELL! NOT JUST ANY HELL…A HELL WHERE YOU ARE READ "my immortal" FOR THIRTEEN THOUSAND YEARS! AND THEN YOUR HEAD EXPLODES. AND TIME REPEATS."
"What on earth is My Immortal?" snapped Draco. "What are you talking about?"
And the Chair of Hogwarts did throw Draco into the Eternal Flames. There was much rejoicing.
And then Chuck Norris kicked everyone's ass, and Draco came back, because I'm sick of writing this. However, Hermione and Draco would always have the memory between them of that one crazy night: The night the school tried to put on a production of Romeo and Juliet, and strange things happened.
THE END
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