one shot. Draco struggles to get over his heartbreak, and Hermione falls hopelessly in love with him. originally only on ao3. this was obviously inspired by washing machine heart by mitski. i highly recommend u listen to it while reading. tysm and enjoy! :)

A small drabble. Set Pre-Erised Effect during AU Seventh year at Hogwarts. ________ The Erised Effect " Hermione took in a breath and tried to shake off the tension that was clinging to the air around them. "I was hardly anything to write home about in school." She put out casually with a smile and a shake of her head. "All hair and teeth and ink-blots." Draco raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. "Oh you were at the top of a few lists, believe me." He said with a chuckle as she frowned at him in confusion. "Lists?" she asked him. He shook his head, muttering something about Blaise and telling her another time. " __________ Blaise has got a list... I DON'T OWN THIS. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

He needed a shower. He needed a shower and a good wank. He needed a shower and a good wank over Granger's tits. He needed a cold shower and an obliviation spell. He didn't want the memory of Granger and that silk peach bra with those virginal white French knickers to be etched into his brain for all eternity. Even if she did look outstanding in them. What was the French word for 'French knickers', anyway? Les knickers? Granger's Les Knickers ... Oh, mon dieu! He was fucked. *** Draco loses a bet and to his utter bewilderment has to endure an hour in potions class looking at the Hogwarts girls in their underwear. Even Granger. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Sequel to 'I Still Fucking hate you'. This story is set six months later. Second part of 'The Fucklust' series. ** Draco hadn't Forgotten about their previous encounter. Neither had Hermione. Can you really still resist someone who gave it to you that good? I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

First little story in the Fucklust Series. Fuck-lust; Draco had liked to call it. A state of tension whereby two people hated each other so much that one day they would implode all of these emotions and take them out on each other. The outcome would usually end in them both rutting like rabbits. Not him and Granger, though. No, they wouldn't just rut. They'd fuck. Hard. *Mature content from the start.* ** Draco and Hermione are the Bestman and Chief Bridesmaid at their friends wedding. Maybe there are some things that are better left unsaid. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

Seventh year Pre-War AU. None of 6th year happened. Draco mistakenly picks up a dirty story that Hermione has dropped and decides to read it ... What a dirty, dirty mind she has... I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Blaise has bought Draco the best present ever to celebrate his 40th Birthday. An evening in the 'Blackout Room' at an exclusive club called 'Bon Appetit'. Anonymous in the darkness ... Draco gets to live out his most recent fantasy. Guess who he's been thinking about .... I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

"Hello?" The bottom fell out of her stomach. He had answered the phone. He had answered the phone while he was still inside of her and showed no sign of pulling out. 'Don't fucking move.' He mouthed at her silently, his free hand reaching up to fist her hair. Fuck. He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. He pumped his hips into her slowly, making her moan slightly at the movement. He gave her a dangerous look. 'Don't make one fucking sound...' he mouthed at her and deepened his thrust. One small noise and the game was up. Draco Malfoy was going to fuck her while he was on the phone. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Hermione and Draco end up trapped inside her Office Cupboard with no means of being able to escape for her to be able to go on her date with Adrian. Oh, and she has no knickers on ... just perfect. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

Hermione is in the wrong place at the right time when she walks past the Slytherin changing rooms after a Match against Slytherin and Gryffindor ... ________ The Slytherin changing rooms. There was a crack open in the door. His laugh. Hermione saw the alabaster skin and the blonde hair before she saw anything else. He was a good ten or so feet back from the door and therefore a little harder to take in but... Oh, my... Hermione's breath left her slightly as she managed to take him in properly now through the small crack in the door. He was wet from what she assumed was a shower, the droplets of water clinging to his skin like they were refusing to drop away from his perfectly formed, muscular features. Malfoy was built. ____________ I DON'T OWN THIS! I BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX