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 Granger did not know just what she was getting into when she made friends with a pointy faced, blond boy during her first year. Draco Malfoy did not know how utterly in love he'd become with the bushy haired muggle born girl. Both of them thought they knew what they could expect when they returned to Hogwarts for their final year, but after a freak encounter with some werewolves and an unfortunate incident with wannabe Death Eaters, things turn out much, much different than either of them could have ever imagined. Written in 2018

A Gryffindor girl, finally making her return to Hogwarts after being away for 5 years. A Slytherin boy, cocky, arrogant and lonely. The two unexpectedly form a bond, not knowing that it will change both of their lives forever.

Echo wasn't like her sisters. She knew that when people talked about the famous and fabulous Reid sisters, they weren't referring to her. Quiet, homely, plain and riddled with social anxiety that made it hard for her to leave the house, she could never have known what was about to happen, she never dreamed she'd live such an adventure. Luke Farina was the most dangerous man around- spoiled, selfish, extremely conceited- he didn't take no for an answer and always got what he wanted. He just never expected that the strange and ridiculous little Echo would be the one to say no and somehow become the one he had to have most. -- NOTE: Hi everyone! I really hope you take the time to read this story. It's already complete for the most part, in just taking it slow in publishing it. It's my first story and I'd love to hear your comments and feedback. I hope you decide to give it a chance! This is also part one of a series and I'm already midway through the next book which can't be released unless this one gets some positive feedback. Thank you and enjoy!

Highest rank: 4 in #Teen Three best friends, one bad boy on the run from the police and the 'killer' sleepover none of them saw coming. *** The whole town wasn't surprised when Julian Grey was charged and then sentenced for the murders of his two schoolmates. After all he was the resident bad boy - smoking in hallways, regular detention, always getting into fights. But no one expected the van taking him to prison to crash, allowing him to escape. On a night when most of her schoolmates were partying, uninvited and unpopular Lola was busy minding her own business, watching her favourite kdrama when Julian broke into her not so secure room, claimed that he's been framed and begged her to hide him from the police. With someone's life now on her hands, Lola must decide if this is a risk worth taking. Should she help Julian or will this sleepover turn out to be a deadly one? 3rd place in the Seasonal Contests Teen fic genre :)

Selena is the 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍. The villain destined to lose her football-star boyfriend to the shy, innocent nerd. Everyone watches in silent awe as he replaces her in the name of love. It was the perfect fairytale ending, just like the movies... But not for long. Because this breakup awakens admirers long held back. Particularly one who's made her his quiet obsession: Noel Casper. The neglected genius assigned to be her tutor. What begins as study sessions develops into a friendship neither of them expected. Behind closed doors, Selena cooks for him, upgrades his wardrobe, and supports his dreams. But to the outside world, he's just a boy being used by the mean girl, especially when they see him carrying her books, tying her shoes, and driving her all around. What they don't know, is that Noel has been watching her for years. And the more Selena takes care of him, the more he becomes 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅. When his research catapults him to international success, the world suddenly notices the boy they once overlooked. Now Selena's ex is begging for a second chance, and the rival who started this all is determined to "rescue" Noel. But Noel doesn't want to be saved. He only wants one person. Selena. And he will do whatever it takes to ensure she never leaves his side. ***UNDERGOING STRUCTURAL EDITS*** ─ ⊹ ⊱ ⊰ ⊹ ─ 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝑩𝒆𝒆 𝒙 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒖𝒔 𝚃𝚘𝚙 𝚁𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: #1 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 #1 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗ess #2 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 #2 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜

Christina. I swear I hate him. Ethan Carter with his stupid dimples and neat black hair, always sitting in the front row like the professor personally adopted him. He writes everything down, color-codes it, breathes it. Meanwhile, I'm in the back, half-awake, half-bored, living for the chaos of anything but lectures. And yet he watches me. Not in the judgmental way everyone else does. Not like I'm a disaster waiting to happen. His brown eyes are steady, calculating, almost amused. Like he knows something I don't. We got paired for the semester. Same goddamn dorm room. Of course we did. The universe loves tormenting me. But he didn't flinch. He just smiled slightly, dimples showing, like he was the one entertained. He thinks he can fix me. That's cute. What he doesn't know is I don't want fixing. Still... when he leans over my desk, lowering his voice so only I can hear, telling me exactly what I'm going to do and when, something tight coils in my stomach. I hate that I listen. I hate that I want to. Ethan. Christina Emerson is chaos in human form. Dirty blonde hair never brushed the same way twice. Gray eyes that challenge everything. She pretends not to care about anything, especially not me. But she notices me. She notices when I don't look at her. She notices when I do. Everyone thinks I'm boring. The quiet nerd. The safe one. They don't see the way I study people the same way I study books. Christina is reckless, but she's not stupid. She just runs from effort the way others run from fear. And she runs from me. I don't try to change her. I just corner her with expectations. Deadlines. Eye contact that lasts a second too long. She rolls her eyes, calls me names under her breath. Yet she shows up. Late, dramatic-but she shows up. Her breath stuttered. She does hate me. She just hates that I see through her. And I'm patient. Very patient.

Dakota: I ran the moment I turned twenty-one. Not because I was reckless. Not because I was ungrateful. Because staying would have killed me. My family called it love. I called it survival. They dressed me up, paraded me, whispered filth about me when they thought I couldn't hear. Treated me like something to be traded. Used. Owned. So I left. No plan. No protection. Just hope. The night of the ball was supposed to be a fresh start. Chandeliers like fallen stars, music floating through silk and champagne. For the first time, I felt almost free. Then I felt his eyes. He stood across the ballroom like sin given a body. Black hair, sharp jaw, broad shoulders that filled his suit perfectly. Green eyes that didn't look-they measured. They owned. When he looked at me, I should have been afraid. Instead, I felt chosen. Dangerous felt safer than going back home. ⸻ Ashton: I don't believe in coincidence. I believe in opportunity. I went to that ball to secure alliances, smile at men I despise, remind my family I am no pawn. They want obedience. Quiet. A wife who keeps me exactly where they want me. I don't do obedience. Then I saw her. Brown hair down her back, soft eyes too soft for a room like that. Five-foot-five of light in a world of wolves. She didn't belong. Which meant she belonged to me. She looked at me like I wasn't a monster. Her first mistake. I'm not a good man. Men twice her size fear me. My own family watches me like I'm a loaded weapon. But she didn't flinch. She smiled. God help her, she smiled. I need a wife. Someone untouched by my family's poison. Someone I can marry fast, claim faster, and use as a shield. She needs protection. I took her. Cold. Clean. She thinks I saved her. She doesn't know she's just stepped into a cage far worse than the one she ran from.

Draco Malfoy stole my first kiss. So then I stole his heart. **** Dramione fanfic **** Translations can be found on my reading lists. !!!WARNINGS IN THE INTRODUCTION!!!

Two years after the death of Voldemort, Kingsley Shaklebolt announces that the wizarding population has had a significant decrease since the war and to rectify the situation the wizengamot has decided to pass a law that states all unmarried witches and wizards between the ages of 17 and 30 will be married and have 3 years to produce a child. When Hermione goes to the ministry for her husband selection, the very last name she expects to see is Draco Malfoy. Also on AO3