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]

A Golden Girl missing A Slytherin Prince trapped An Order holding secrets And a Dark Lord ruling. ____________________________________ WARNING: Dark AU with deep discussions of trauma caused by physical, emotional and sexual abuse. Explicit language and content. This story starts out in the midst of the darkness, and shows the trauma, and healing journeys of each character as they fight to keep as much of themselves as possible, in a world trying to take it all. ____________________________________ Please refer to AO3 for: Translations, Art, Updated Policy, Newer Edited Version

Hermione Granger has gone back to Hogwarts after the Second Wizard War, but her friends have not. She fears she is all alone, until she meets a depressed Draco Malfoy on the train. When they are titled Head Boy and Head Girl, receive their own common room, and have similar classes, they will learn that they might have to work together. ~This is a collab I did with @writingbooknerd7 Go check out her account!

To defeat fear, Wizarding Schools are hosting a Tri-wizard tournament. Three finalists are chosen from each school, with the Hogwarts Trio being the most unusual. What happens when new friendships are born, new feelings arise, and hearts are broken? An eighth year Dramione fanfiction. Harry Potter belongs to JK. Rowling.

Late night thoughts put into beautiful words; my own little art project. - - only mature because who knows what will spill out of this organ my mind calls home - - Highest rank #6 in freeverse #7 in sadpoems #9 in thoughtsandfeelings #13 in late #16 in latenight #17 in poetry #31 in poetrycollection