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

"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

𝙀𝙘𝙘𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙖𝙨𝙩 (.𝙣) 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙚 - Olivia Windfoward was a loud, outspoken girl never afraid to speak her mind. But only one person ever left her speechless and that was Draco Malfoy. They had an unofficial hatred between each other, as close family friends they had to put that aside at the dinner table for the sake of themselves. Even though the two were always at each others throats most of the time she would deny the flustered feeling when around the blonde. Made her wonder if he felt it too? She wondered if they would ever get there chance, if she even stood a chance at happiness. It was like a curse one with no cure, but what if he was her cure and he simply slipped right through her fingers. - "I'm done playing your games Draco, its exhausting " I looked up at him with pleading eyes, I didn't deserve all of this. I gave him everything but it still wasn't enough. "Choose- me or her" His face scrunched up in shock at my statement, I've never seen him look more conflicted in my life. "Liv this isn't fair-" I cut him off with a stern 'no' I held back the tears that were threatening to pour out. "What you're doing isn't fair, to anyone and especially me" - Important: Voldy never came back fourth year so he isn't alive in this story. -

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.