After years of captivity, Hermione Granger fights her way onto the streets of Voldemort's London with only the knife in her pocket and the blood on her hands. There's a checkpoint on every corner, a curfew enforced by Voldemort's most trusted followers, and the only way back to the Boy Who Lived is through the Death Eater responsible for her capture in the first place. All credits go to the amazing Lena Phoria. This is not my story I am just reuploading it to wattpad for easy access.

In the wake of the Dark Lord's triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort's new world, help-and hope-seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. THIS STORY IS BY Lovesbitca8 ON AO3!! I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR HER WORK WHATSOEVER!! - #83 on ao3 - 9|17|21 #31 on ao3 - 9|29|21 #33 on ao3 - 10|2|21 #445 on dramione - 10|6|21 #7 on ao3 - 5|14|22 #73 on wattpad - 7|31|23

Sequel to 'I Still Fucking hate you'. This story is set six months later. Second part of 'The Fucklust' series. ** Draco hadn't Forgotten about their previous encounter. Neither had Hermione. Can you really still resist someone who gave it to you that good? I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

First little story in the Fucklust Series. Fuck-lust; Draco had liked to call it. A state of tension whereby two people hated each other so much that one day they would implode all of these emotions and take them out on each other. The outcome would usually end in them both rutting like rabbits. Not him and Granger, though. No, they wouldn't just rut. They'd fuck. Hard. *Mature content from the start.* ** Draco and Hermione are the Bestman and Chief Bridesmaid at their friends wedding. Maybe there are some things that are better left unsaid. I DON'T OWN THIS! 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 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!

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

"-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

Everyone had ways to relieve tension. Their choice in choosing how to reduce it and only feel euphoria. What Hermione didn't expect was to be in the center of it, slowly loving her choice of sensation. Especially knowing a certain someone had their eyes on her the whole time. It was glorious, knowing the power one had over another. Especially at night, where people were most vulnerable.

Blaise was an amusing man; she threw her head back in laughter when a voice of sultry steel cut through the moment. The voice drawled, "Mate, do you mind if I cut in?" Blaise smirked and stepped back, "Sure Drake, but up to the lady though." Her tongue darted out to moisture the dryness of her bottom lip. Draco eyed her with growing interest and offered his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, Hermione let out a small laugh and took it. "Fucking cock block," Hermione heard Blaise hiss as he moved past them, and Draco hid a laugh. She felt his fingertips dancing across her skin. She leaned into his touch. He boldly looked into her eyes, "Well...look at you, Granger." Hermione refused to back down, "I saw you looking Malfoy, are you intrigued or surprised by what you see?" Draco smirked, "Never surprised where you are concerned. You were always pretty but tonight you're stunning." Hermione cocked her head to the side and asked, "How is Astoria?" He let out a laugh, "Low blow, Granger, she is in Australia with her sister." Her eyes travelled up his corded neck and settled on his luscious lips, "Ah...that would explain your boldness?"