The War is won, and Hermione Granger is back at Hogwarts as an Eighth Year, feeling reckless and determined to shed her prim bookworm persona. Also returning is Draco Malfoy, universally hated but determined to restore his family's name. Hermione's hopes for a quiet school year are quickly dashed as she contends with mischievous First Years, killer plants, enchanted hair accessories, a totally inappropriate Moaning Myrtle, renegade Death Eaters, a nice vampire, a poorly named study group, a depraved party, and mysterious, threatening blood messages on the castle walls. We have redemption, partial redemption and (sadly or hilariously) no redemption at all. Throw in a snarky, disturbingly attractive Draco with his own secret agenda, and we have a very slow-burn Dramione with a side of who-dun-it. COMPLETE!

Dopo anni di schiavitù, Hermione Granger si ritrova per le strade di una Londra caduta sotto il dominio di Voldemort con solamente un coltello in tasca e sangue sulle sue mani. A ogni angolo c'è un posto di blocco, un coprifuoco che viene forzato da i più fidati seguaci di Voldemort e l'unico modo per tornare dal Ragazzo che è Sopravvissuto è attraverso il Mangiamorte che ha fatto in modo che fosse catturata in primo luogo. //////// questa è solo una traduzione il lavoro originale appartiene a Lena Phoria

"Malfoy?" I repeated. "Kiss me." He said, suddenly. "Might as well start now." He looked at me expectantly, so full of desire, that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The emotion in Draco's eyes was something far different from the need I had grown used to seeing in Ron's eyes. Draco was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that very moment, his eyes devouring me hungrily as if they couldn't believe that I was really in front of him. In spite of myself, I stepped further into his embrace, pressing a hand to his chest. His hand remained on my face, still but a whisper of a touch, as if afraid that if he pushed, this fragile moment would shatter beyond repair. I stared up at him, confused by his hesitation. These were just lessons, right? I was so used to kissing Ron that this was strange, what made it even stranger was that it was Malfoy I was going to kiss. His hand unconsciously drifted to my waist, and he pulled me closer gently, making it clear that this was my choice, and I could break the embrace if I wished. His face came closer to mine, slowly but steadily, and it stopped just centimeters from mine. He was so close now, that I could see a faint scar on his lower lip. If I just moved my head a bit... ••••• When Ron cheats on Hermione because she won't satisfy him sexually, Hermione makes a deal with Draco Malfoy that will change her life forever, for better ...or worse. ••••• Warning: Contains mature content such as bad language and sexual themes. Also, mentions of rape and triggering themes. Now in editing by SirenSong55 Highest rank: #1 in Dramione #50 in fanfiction #1 in romance Cover by @khmbrleya

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

The Order has fallen. Voldemort has taken over, slowly enslaving the Wizarding World to each and every command. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione Granger has been enlisted as the Dark Lord's right-hand woman after she'd lost all hope on ever avenging her fallen comrades. Her once brilliant mind, now only used as a weapon for destruction. In the years leading to the Order's failure, she'd struck a deal with the Devil himself in order to survive and save all her friends. But when all else fails and there is nothing left of the once bold, bright and beautiful Hermione, it's hard to come back once you've shook hands with the Devil. Slow burn Dramione. Illustrated by the talented @avendellart Word count: 82,109 Best ratings: 24 in #hpfanfic, 32 in #granger, 107 in #death, 63 in #war, 6 in #deathlyhallows Start date: 20.01.21

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

ON HIATUS || 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 || 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐕𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬 & 𝐦𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞. ---- We aren't born into evil, but we're pushed past the checkpoint. Hermione Granger-Malfoy had unraveled at the touch of Draco Malfoy, and he loved her all the more for it. He couldn't help but love how wicked she could be, for the Golden Girl couldn't help but love the serpent that began to seep through the surface. He couldn't help, but love his beloved wife. [ cover by @acciobrekker ]

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Y/n Avery was a part of the one of the last pureblood families of America. Her life was on track until her father lost their families money and took a deal with the Malfoy's. In their seventh year they decided that Draco and y/n were to be married. The Malfoy's wanted to keep their bloodline pure. The Avery's wanted money. Will y/n and Draco escape the grasp of their families wants? Or will they be forced to live this lie forever. ________ #1 dracofanfic 11.23.2020 #2 malfoyfamily 11.23.2020