Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

"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.

*WINNER OF THE GOLDEN SNITCH FROM THE 2020 SEEKER AWARDS* Giving him a skeptical look, she stepped away and out of his arms, almost regretting it instantly but ignoring that feeling as she pushed past him. "You better not let your little girlfriend catch you holding me like that. "Are you jealous, Hermione?" She stopped and looked back at him. "What on earth gave you that idea?" He was smirking, his hands in his pockets as he slowly walked towards her. "Because I'm fairly certain that Pansy Parkinson is not and never will be my girlfriend." He stopped in front of her and she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight to one leg, almost losing her balance before catching it again. "Then what was that display at the Black Lake the other day?" "Were you watching me?" He grinned at her, and when she didn't respond, Draco could help but laugh. "You are jealous!" Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini are both Veelas, and they are trying to get close to their mates, Hermione and Ginny respectively. However, getting their girls will prove more difficult than they had hoped. Sequel is now up, titled 'Forever and Always'! WINNER OF THE GOLDEN SNITCH AWARD IN THE SEEKER AWARDS Characters do not belong to me! All characters used belong to JK Rowling *Edited as of January 26th, 2020*

"You're a good friend, Hermione." She narrowed her eyes at him. "So we're on a first-name basis now?" He shrugged. "I feel it's only fair after spending every moment of our free time in a lab together. Also," he scratched at his chin in thought, "I'm pretty sure you're dating my best mate." Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS OR WORLD, those belong to J.K. Rowling. I am writing this for fun, and for no monetary gain.

Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name gives. Starting Hogwarts, Kally quickly learns the hate that comes with being a Slytherin. She finds comfort in her Slytherin friends who face similar responsibilities. A handsome blonde being one of those.

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.

It is the start of their Seventh Year, the Dark Lord is dead, and the only commotion the Golden Trio expects is to have boring, mundane lives from here on out. The Ministry of Magic has other plans. Enter Marriage Law and Dramione.

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.