Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?

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

In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all. "I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours." They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces. ____ A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as violent actions, sexual actions, abuse, rape, character deaths, signs of self-harm, psychological trauma, and foul language, 18+ only, All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Amelie Avery and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

Imagine Harry Potter had a younger sister that he never knew about. The characters are not mine and I don't follow the story exactly. This is, I guess you could call it, a re-imagining. Cover by kenval214

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEvguFLTJGI "How could you? I loved you! How could you do this to me?" I cried, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the boy I thought was my true love. "Jen. You're got to listen to me. I-" Draco started walked towards me and I backed up. "Don't come any closer. I don't want you anywhere near me. Dumbledore my last family left and you took him from me! I'll never forgive you for this. Never!" I cried. "Jen, please listen to me. I didn't kill him-" "Liar! I don't want to hear any more of your lies. I saw you with Dumbledore and I heard the spell so don't even try to lie to me! Did you even love me at all? Or did you just get close to me so you could find out my grandfather's weakness?" Draco looked shocked and he took another step towards me. "Of course not! I love you, Jen and I always will. I had no idea that Dumbledore was your grandfather-" "Liar! Just stay away from me. I'll never forgive for this. You can go rot in hell, Malfoy." "Jen-" "NO! Stay away from me! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You bastard!"

Isabella Geller has been attending Beauxbatons for as long as she can remember. Ballet has been Isabella's number one priority since she could remember herself. Now for the past year or two Isabella has been tired from all the exercise through ballet, she always wanted to attend Hogwarts but her parents encouraged her to stay in Beauxbatons because of her mothers long line of women attending that school. Finally Isabella was allowed to attend to Hogwarts, she packed her bags all excited and made her way to platform 9 and 3/4...... What happens when she meets a cold hearted boy who plays with everyone's feelings? You will have to read to find out.

When Draco Malfoy stumbles across a Muggle, he has to rethink everything that he was brought up to believe in. ***WARNING!*** THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY DARK THEMES AND MAY CAUSE UPSET. Trigger warnings: Themes of rape/sexual abuse and violence Mature language Sexual scenes **** Spanish translation by @-nixskyy

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.

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