He was like a gravitational addiction, absorbing me in wanting supplemental endless amounts of his touch. He knew my body and my desires better than I ever could have imagined. He was an aphrodisiac taking over my entire existence. Our lust was out of control. And he wasn't even my husband... Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned 😜😘 All characters and rights belong to JK Rowling. My FABULOUS cover was created by the one and only InsufferableKnowItAl! Love you darling!! 😘😘

A story per night to save her life. Dramione, dystopian post-war AU. HEA. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

It was quite simple. If you wanted to meet your soulmate, you attended Draco Malfoy's Christmas celebration. Ms. Hermione Granger, Mr. Draco Malfoy formally invites you to a Christmas celebration to be hosted at his residence, Malfoy Manor, December the 25th at 6 p.m. Please arrive by floo in the main parlour. Dress code is black tie preferred. Mr. Malfoy hopes to see you soon.

Draco Malfoy is in love with a Muggleborn. No, not that Muggleborn. Well... Maybe.

When everything is going wrong; he's there. Lurking in the shadows. Helping her.

"I just don't understand. Why... why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three. "He's..." From her peripheral she watched him run a shaking hand through his hair. "He's just everything I'm not. Everything I've always wanted to be."

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.]

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

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]