8 years after the death of Voldemort at the Battle of Hogwarts, Shacklebolt is dead and John Dawlish has become Minister of Magic. All was well until the Daily Prophet began a fear campaign around another dark magic uprising. With Wiggenweld also becoming exceptionally hard to come by, Peace and Order were the most prominent words being thrown around magical Britain. A ministry-led program, Magical Matches, was created to force marriages between magically compatible witches and wizards. The Ministry had declared that strong magic bonds would be the key to prevent another dark uprising in the future, placing emphasis on the need for a stronger magical population. When Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy are paired together as Magical Matches, they are forced to face their true feelings about themselves and each other. Trigger Warnings: TPOBDM is a mature story intended for 18+ audiences. Reader discretion is advised. This story includes explicit sexual scenes involving exhibitionism, voyeurism, primal play, and mask play. Other triggers include: graphic violence, attempted sexual assault, minor character death

[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to you." Ten years later, and he's falling in love with her. (NOT MY STORY) you can find this story on AO3 @orphan_account

(I DID NOT WRITE THIS STORY) this lovely work is made by EveryThursday Summary: Hermione learns about growing up through the redemption of Draco Malfoy Warnings: Graphic, Psychological Trauma, Character Death, Strong Profanity, Torture Disclaimer: In its use of property and characters belonging to JK Rowling, Warner Bros, Bloomsbury Publishing. No profit is being made from this work.

The Death Eaters are an outlaw motorcycle club run by Tom Riddle, a notoriously ruthless leader who works the brotherhood into high stakes criminal activity after the death of their previous president. Draco Malfoy is heir to the throne, but his life abruptly changes when fate lands him in the hands of a young doctor. Dramione, muggle AU. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

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

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

The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm. ... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ... The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

[Complete] UNDER REVISION Draco Malfoy had always known that he was going to be an Alpha, like his father and his father's father. What he didn't know was that the day Hermione was tortured under his eyes something never seen before in the magical world happened: their magic created a bond. Being an omega was a rare privilege among young purebloods girls. The gene was disappearing even in the oldest and purest families. So how was it possible for that trait to show up in a muggleborn girl?

[eighth year post-war] Everyone has their vices. They just so happen to be each other's. {all rights go to JKR ew}

Draco Malfoy really hates Hermione Granger. Everything he gives two fucks about is entirely contingent on the decisions that she makes and she doesn't even know it. If he's not careful, she's going to fuck it up for the both of them and then they'll all wind up dead. He never thought his life would depend on having to get between her legs and into her head. _____________________________________________ "I should have known," he said, "It's always the good girls who like it rough. Do you like it rough, Granger? Be honest," he purred into her ear, his left hand rising to wrap itself around her throat as he continued to press his right hand up against her, "I really don't like liars." con•tin•gent: subject to chance; dependent on [all rights go to jkr yuck] [not appropriate for audiences under the age of 18]