Hermione Granger has brains, as everyone knows, so it's not very odd that she would be tutoring a few Hogwarts students who perhaps lack in their studies. But what happens when the student she is tutoring is no other than Draco Malfoy? Why is Dumbledore so keen on Hermione tutoring Draco even though it's against his will? And why is Draco feeling a little warmer towards Hermione despite his usual cocky, arrogant, and sarcastic comments? Well, all the answers are in this story of course!

Hermione Granger wants revenge on Ron. The perfect person for her plan is Draco Malfoy. All she has to do is make him fall for her, easy as cake, right? But is it that easy to win Draco Malfoy's heart? All Draco Malfoy wants is for Pansy Parkinson to leave him alone. The only girl who'd make that happen is none other than Hermione Granger. All he has to do is use his Malfoy charms and seduce her, right? And then she's his? » all copyright belongs to FigmentofAnnie / ihootanniex3 /escapism- 2014© « **Featured in the official Wattpad @Fanfic Harry Potter Fanfiction reading list** ** lovelycover by @cloudstars **

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]

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.