This is NOT MY STORY. This is written by Lovesbitca8. I own none of this writing. All the credits go to the author of this story: Lovesbitca8. Also credits to jkr for the wonderful world of hp. also feel free to comment. Also I was confused when i first tried to read the series so heres a brief explanation. The Right Thing To Do is the first book in the series. Its in Hermione's POV. The next book in the Series is All the Wrong Thing and its in Dracos POV of the story and the third book is The Auction and its a dark universe version of the story. I think lol. I only posted this because i know that not everyone has A03 and i cant seem to find this story here on wattpad. 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.

Draco Malfoy disappears into the Vanishing Cabinet on that terrible night of June 1997, changing the curse of events irreparably. Lord Voldemort kills Harry Potter and becomes a nightmare for wizards and muggles alike. An unexpected alliance between Muggles and the remaining members of the Order of the Phoenix brings the Dark Lord to his demise, but betrayals drags the Wizarding World into a bleak destiny where magic is illegal and hunted down fiercely. Alone and determined to fix things, Hermione Granger goes back to an abandoned Hogwarts to do the only thing that might save magic from dying: bringing back Malfoy and force him to clean up the mess he involuntary created. Little does she know he has been living in a future where things are even worse and when he steps out of the Cabinet, revenge is the only thing on his mind.

He needed a shower. He needed a shower and a good wank. He needed a shower and a good wank over Granger's tits. He needed a cold shower and an obliviation spell. He didn't want the memory of Granger and that silk peach bra with those virginal white French knickers to be etched into his brain for all eternity. Even if she did look outstanding in them. What was the French word for 'French knickers', anyway? Les knickers? Granger's Les Knickers ... Oh, mon dieu! He was fucked. *** Draco loses a bet and to his utter bewilderment has to endure an hour in potions class looking at the Hogwarts girls in their underwear. Even Granger. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Hermione, now in her mid-20s, is back at Hogwarts to pursue higher education. Trying to forget the trauma carved into her by the war, she spends one lust-filled night with a certain pureblood. But that night will have consequences. While her personal life unravels, a string of mysterious murders forces her to work together with Draco Malfoy, who himself seems to carry many secrets. "He scared her. Not because he wielded killing curses like they were nothing, but because he seemed to understand her in a way that even she didn't. The more she let him in, the more power he had to destroy her." Come for the smut, stay for the plot. Read if you like: - Murder mystery - Dark Arts - Hurt/ Comfort - Hermione and Draco both deal with PTSD - Angst, so much angst ‼️‼️NOT MY STORY!! ALL CREDITS TO @slytherin_after_dark ON A03!!

BLOODY, SLUTTY, AND PATHETIC by WhatMurdah "In my humble opinion there's only three things that men should be and that is bloody, slutty, and pathetic." And, on a good day, Draco Malfoy can be all three. When war heroine Hermione Granger and Azkaban-tattooed war criminal Draco Malfoy are forced to wed as part of Shacklebolt's controversial Reconciliation Act, they openly fight the match and each other-their public brawls breathlessly reported by the press. Secretly, a deeply traumatized Draco delights in Hermione's attention and pines for a real marriage with her-even as her forced proximity to the Black family magic irritates the cursed scar Bellatrix left on her arm, reminding her why she can never truly trust or forgive him. Then Hermione discovers that Draco's blood will soothe the scar . . . and Draco is willing to trade his blood for her body. (With post-war blood purity politics, black market potioneers, Pansy Parkinson's career advice, the Malfoys blackmailing Hermione's Wizengamot opposition, BDE Neville Longbottom hunting Death Eaters, a slutty Theo Nott serving as Draco's right-hand man, and Crookshanks loose in Malfoy Manor.) NOTE: this is not my work i just know people like reading it here better than ao3

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.

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

"A King is not complete without his Queen." This is a story. A story that is far too unreal for anyone believe. A story that everyone should believe in. A story about love and death. A story so powerful that even the greatest and scariest leaders will kneel for it. A story about a woman and a man. A story of how a tiny mere human girl who made the werewolf King kneel in front of her because she shed a tear. This is not the fairytale that you thought you knew COMPLETED

"I chose you, and I'm never changing my mind, because your eyes... they hold everything my soul thirsts for. Every thing I want and need, is you, and you only." I whispered, placing my lips on hers for a kiss when she whimpered. "I adore you." * * * Heather Elias is like the girl next door. Sweet, but bad ass. Her second year in college is bound to stir up some drama, even when she vowed not to take any part in it. With the perfect best friend, an overprotective brother and a loving father, what more could she possibly need? But when she interrupts the famed Roman Angelo by laughing, she doesn't know how much she has him hooked at first sight. Roman Angelo, the Don of the Italian Mafia. He's known to be ruthless, cold, domineering and heartless. But when a certain girl with eyes like the ocean draws him in, will he be able to resist her and give in? When green meets blue, sparks fly and they can't seem to stay away. But will Roman's long list of enemies keep him from her? Or will her morals bend for him only? Keep reading to find out! #1 in Green Eyes #1 in Sexy #1 in College Stories #2 in Mafia Princess #2 in Artist #3 in Crime #2 in Bad Past #3 in Blue Eyes #4 in Passion #4 in Donna #6 in Friends & Family #8 in College Student #9 in Jealousy #12 in Bad Ass #12 in Handsome #14 in College Romance #19 in College #24 in Over Protective #24 in Leader #38 in Possessive

[Chen Ju Fen] The chrysanthemum fragrant blooms at dawn. At the age of 22, she died by the hands of her so-called husband and at the feet of her 'sworn' sister. Dying regretfully for wasting her life on a man who had thrown her away so easily like an used tissue, she opens her eyes to the familiar sight of her bedroom at the age of 16; it was exactly one year before she married him. Now she makes a choice: follow with the original story or take another route. NOT A TRANSLATION: this is my own humble story. All rights reserved. Do not plagiarize. Cover picture belongs to me while other photos used throughout the chapters do not, and I don't claim them. They belong to their rightful owners. Viewer's discretion is advised. Story contains usage of strong language, violence, and heavy sexual contents. Read at your own risk! Highest Rankings reached: #1 Novel #1 Revenge #1 Short story #1 Mature