Summary: After Voldemort wins, the wizarding world realizes he's not quite the best choice for a leader and the community falls into chaos...economy crumbling, crime and violence. Hermione Granger is caught embezzling funds from Lucius Malfoy's accounts and thrown in jail. Draco comes to offer her a chance at freedom if she agrees to come work for him...at The Shattered Dragon...a brothel outside London. I do not own this story.

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

Hermione granger has it all, or does she? Her boyfriend cheats, her friends forgot her so what does she do. She does what any sensible witch would have done. She moves away to a new country, cutting off all contact with her previous and reinvents herself. She find love and a family in the most unexpected people. She's happy. What happens when she is invited to her Hogwarts reunion?

The war is won. Voldemort is dead. The trio, alongside all those who were in their same year, have returned to finish their eighth year and graduate once and for all. With McGonagall as their headmistress, nothing could go wrong. Right? Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, McGonagall explains how the school year will go, and much to their dismay, the headmistress had way too different plans. Those who didn't get to finish -or start- their seventh year and were under the mercy of the Carrow twins will have to be bound to one of the opposite houses. Sleeping together in one dorm, sharing their personal space and going to class together, will the Gryffindor princess and the fallen Slytherin prince be able to keep their hands to themselves? ***** Disclaimer - I do not own anything of the Harry Potter franchise, all of that belongs to JKR. Warning:- This story contains strong language and mature themes.

This is a twist of Harry potter series where Draco is a Veela and needs to find his mate. The plot begins after the war. As Hermione and Draco work on accepting each other and the mate bond, new enemies make themselves known. Enemies are lurking round the corner while a love story blooms. Join the HP characters in a romantic adventure. All characters belong to JK Rowling except for the ones I made. The chapter quality improves and the length of chapter increases with the latest chapters. I hope you give this story a chance!

"-I told them this wouldn't work." He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn't help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn't miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. "I can't help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress." _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. 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

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!

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!

"...he's twenty-six years old, and to this day I don't think he's ever finished himself off inside of a woman..." --- Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX