"-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

Hermione recieved her Secret Santa gift a little early that year. It was a simple request; to accompany her gift giver and participate in a 'bucket-list' style of various different yule-tide traditions... traditions that her Secret Santa had never had the chance to experience before. I DON'N 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

"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

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

Hermione and Draco end up trapped inside her Office Cupboard with no means of being able to escape for her to be able to go on her date with Adrian. Oh, and she has no knickers on ... just perfect. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

Her entire 5th year at Hogwarts felt like a cauldron boiling perilously out of control, ready to explode at any given point. So when Hermione catches the Weasley twins scheming their grand escape, she begs them to stay, just for the year. Little did she know her small request that stemmed from pure instinct would alter the course of the very war they'd been building up to. ༓ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: I clearly don't own HP or the Wizarding World, I just enjoy having fun with the world.

On a fateful mission gone wrong, Auror Draco Malfoy gets mauled by a werewolf in an attempt to save his partner's life. When they rush him into St. Mungo's, the only healer Harry Potter will trust near his partner is his best friend, Hermione Granger, the head of the Trauma Ward. Little did they realize, healing Draco Malfoy would not be the difficult part of her job. When he regains consciousness, Draco's impulses are frayed and his instincts keep pushing him towards Granger, the one friend from Potter's crew he'd always kept at a distance. But now his heightened senses won't allow him to escape her and his new and volatile wolf has decided she's his perfect match. ✧ 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 #1 hermione #5 dracomalfoy #4 harrypotter #2 dramione #194 fanfiction /1.2 M! #528 romance/1.8M! 🥇 1st PLACE (tied) in Post-War Era @ Seeker Awards 2019 🏅 2nd PLACE in Post-War Era @ Hogwarts Student Council Writing Contest ✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: • I clearly don't own HP or the Wizarding World, I just enjoy having fun with the world. • Rated M for later chapters. I DO NOT just write lemons without plot, so expect the characters to be three dimensional and a natural build to everything. Rated M chapters are clearly marked and can be easily skipped!

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