It took over her body. She felt it pump through her entire bloodstream in an instant, calming her. She didn't care that she won the War, she didn't care that her friends had good jobs that paid well and had families, she didn't care that Ron fell out of love with her because she developed a substance addiction, she didn't care that she was left alone to bask in the post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms that came after war. She was happy for her friends. Except they had left her. Left her alone to deal with everything. No, no. She wasn't alone. She was okay. She had what was currently pumping through her veins; whatever it was. The guy beside her placed it on her tongue and eagerly commanded her to swallowed it. "Granger?" A voice said. A silence followed after. Fuck, wasn't that her name? She lifted her head off the brick and tried to focus on the figure that stood before her. "M-my name is... that." - I own nothing, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. AU Dramione ⚠️This is a dark story with depictions of: mental illnesses, substance abuse, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, rape, and harmful actions to one's self. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU. Read at your own risk.⚠️

Six years after the war, Hermione has the picture perfect life. She's married to a loving husband, has the Ministry job she always wanted, and friends that are loyal to the end. So why does she have to glamour away the bruises on her face, as she reaches for her bottle of Muggle pills? No, her life is far from perfect. Draco has lived his life day-to-day for the last six years. After taking over the Malfoy estate from his estranged father and spending most of his time rebuilding the Malfoy name, he realizes he's missing something in his life. That's how he finds himself working alongside a certain Golden Girl, who seems to have lost her fire. Post war Dramione. *COMPLETE* Being translated into Brazilian Portuguese here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/300909032?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Bru4150&wp_originator=pJ6rw8NWhqXQ9FYK0%2BtsX%2F1KOT%2FqZ2X4gfyaFpc%2FheFNSLaYK1Y4uREQIef2af8FGUQcl8D%2BrmVZbDMUGUvUZaBOo6RqwQL26RqkR34m%2BjK8cTBpKJz4zhVHg%2FjC5Dbr

"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.

The Order has fallen. Voldemort has taken over, slowly enslaving the Wizarding World to each and every command. In the aftermath of the war, Hermione Granger has been enlisted as the Dark Lord's right-hand woman after she'd lost all hope on ever avenging her fallen comrades. Her once brilliant mind, now only used as a weapon for destruction. In the years leading to the Order's failure, she'd struck a deal with the Devil himself in order to survive and save all her friends. But when all else fails and there is nothing left of the once bold, bright and beautiful Hermione, it's hard to come back once you've shook hands with the Devil. Slow burn Dramione. Illustrated by the talented @avendellart Word count: 82,109 Best ratings: 24 in #hpfanfic, 32 in #granger, 107 in #death, 63 in #war, 6 in #deathlyhallows Start date: 20.01.21