"...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

Harry Potter has been killed and Lord Voldemort now reigns. As the Second Wizarding War ends, the Dark Lord enacts a repopulation effort for the production of Death Eater children. Draco Malfoy has climbed up the ladder to become the Dark Lord's right hand - the High Reeve - and is sent a slave to be the surrogate for the promised Malfoy Heir. This is a dark work and readers discretion is advised. This book is inspired and written along side Manacled by SenLinYu with her permission and open book policy.

Draco's having a hard time coping with the world post-war, and he uses sex and alcohol to get by. It never occurred to him that Hermione might be coping in a similar fashion.

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]

Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy? Dramione, sequel to "Clean," book II in "This World or Any Other" series. HEA. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

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

"Y/N'' Draco's voice echoed bounced of the walls in the tower and hit you in the face, your pace instantly quickened. ''You better be good at hiding, because I am coming for you, and you're going to loose" "You see his bright white hair being swept away by the warm sunlight consuming all colours. The air from the vent is cold and sneaks up on you, sending goosbumps crawling across your skin" ''He gave you everything your soul hungered for, chaos, danger, violence and dominace." ''Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how it feels to loose'' ''Ask'' He said. His breath against your pulsating lips. His face was so close that if you puckered your lips you would touch his. ''I want to hear you say it'' He whispered and looked at your lips. ''I need to hear you beg for it''. ''Tell me what you want Y/N'' You stopped kissing him and opened your eyes to see him look at you with smug anticipation. You hated him trough your eyes but yearned for him in every single other way. You hated feeding in to his narcissisms and competetiveness. 'I want you to put a hand in my hair, and pull it every time you remember how much you hate me'' ''I want you to pleasure me in to submission''

"If you walk out that door I won't chase you." He warned in a low voice. "I expect nothing less from a Slytherin." She said as she walked out his door. A sequel to Three days. Not as risqué as three days though.