The fall of Lord Voldemort was supposed to mark the end of the dark days but it was only the beginning. A far more powerful wizard would become their newest threat. The boy who lived obsessed with escaping death, eager to bring about his own reign of terror, betrays them all. All they know and love seems unfamiliar whilst the unfamiliar becomes all they have left. Some will break under the pressure and some will come into their element but who will survive? Draco and Hermione along with Ron, Neville, Luna, Dean and Seamus take to a life on the run as they desperately try to work out what it is Harry desires, and what it will take to reclaim the peace they came so close to tasting.

"Why is it that I can't stop thinking about you? About how absolutely breathtaking you are? About how beautiful you look on those pretty little knees of yours?" "You'd think you'd keep these comments to yourself, Mr. Malfoy, especially with your wife on the other side of the door." - in which Draco Malfoy grows affectionate for his assistant, Annabelle Moore, despite being married to Astoria Greengrass. - TOP RATINGS: #1 in Tom #1 in Tom Felton #4 in Mature #17 in Spicy #25 in Slytherin #50 in Draco Malfoy #51 in Draco

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

- dramione -ongoing -mature content - contains themes that aren't permissible in non-fiction - OOC sh*t. Paradox par·a·dox /ˈperəˌdäks/ a situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities. When the devil and an angel make too much sense. A story of a demon looking for solace, and an angel looking for chaos. A story of utter redemption, healing, sexual awakening, and paradoxical curses that blanket darkness to the first light Draco Malfoy has seen in years.

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.]

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Winner of the 2016 Fanfiction Awards! Things will be different for Estela this year at Hogwarts. Having seen the catastrophic future that lies ahead, Albus Dumbledore has given her a task. Foreseen to be a monster, Estela must change a certain student named Tom Riddle. He's arrogant, manipulative, independent and powerful, and Estela is at a loss of how she should approach the situation, but soon realises that they're not so different after all. Secrets will be revealed as she attempts to reconstruct the future Dark Lord's fate. As featured on Wattpad's 'Harry Potter' reading list. #1 in Fantasy October/2019 #15 in Fanfiction 18/09/2015 #71 in Fanficition 9/10/2015 #52 in Fanfiction 10/10/2015

And this is where he kills me. BOOK I of OF RUINED MUSES TOM RIDDLE © 2020 murderarts

She was the secret he would never tell. Since childhood, he had a plan for world domination, yet, she stumbled across his path as the unexpected variable that he had never previously considered. She awakened the part of him that he never even realized existed, yet, he never showed her mercy. She was the constant fire, burning to melt the glaciers he built. She was the sinking ship, destroying her own grandeur so she could kiss the sand at the bottom of his stormy seas. She was an angel, content to be condemned to hell as long as he was right beside her.