**one-shot add-on to The Erised Effect** Christmas in the Granger-Malfoy household... Hermione knows what she wants for Christmas .... ------ Hermione nuzzled into his neck, hearing him sigh and chuckle darkly as she nipped at his pulse point... she knew how much he loved that. Hermione could hear Scorpius and Thea chattering away to each other, Thea still looking at the book on Draco's lap and flicking through the pages herself. Her lips met his ear and she felt Draco shudder in need against her at the contact. "I want another baby." She whispered into him, and she heard him take in a breath. "Fuck me so hard tonight that you put another baby inside of me, Draco..." I DON'T OWN THIS. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Hermione is in the wrong place at the right time when she walks past the Slytherin changing rooms after a Match against Slytherin and Gryffindor ... ________ The Slytherin changing rooms. There was a crack open in the door. His laugh. Hermione saw the alabaster skin and the blonde hair before she saw anything else. He was a good ten or so feet back from the door and therefore a little harder to take in but... Oh, my... Hermione's breath left her slightly as she managed to take him in properly now through the small crack in the door. He was wet from what she assumed was a shower, the droplets of water clinging to his skin like they were refusing to drop away from his perfectly formed, muscular features. Malfoy was built. ____________ I DON'T OWN THIS! I BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

"Hello?" The bottom fell out of her stomach. He had answered the phone. He had answered the phone while he was still inside of her and showed no sign of pulling out. 'Don't fucking move.' He mouthed at her silently, his free hand reaching up to fist her hair. Fuck. He was going to do it. He was really going to do it. He pumped his hips into her slowly, making her moan slightly at the movement. He gave her a dangerous look. 'Don't make one fucking sound...' he mouthed at her and deepened his thrust. One small noise and the game was up. Draco Malfoy was going to fuck her while he was on the phone. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Sequel to 'I Still Fucking hate you'. This story is set six months later. Second part of 'The Fucklust' series. ** Draco hadn't Forgotten about their previous encounter. Neither had Hermione. Can you really still resist someone who gave it to you that good? I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

First little story in the Fucklust Series. Fuck-lust; Draco had liked to call it. A state of tension whereby two people hated each other so much that one day they would implode all of these emotions and take them out on each other. The outcome would usually end in them both rutting like rabbits. Not him and Granger, though. No, they wouldn't just rut. They'd fuck. Hard. *Mature content from the start.* ** Draco and Hermione are the Bestman and Chief Bridesmaid at their friends wedding. Maybe there are some things that are better left unsaid. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

"-I told them this wouldn't work." He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn't help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn't miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. "I can't help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress." _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

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

"I hate you." I hissed between kisses, my fingers tangling eagerly in his locks. "Hatred and desire fall into the same catagory." He whispered against my lips, nudging his knee between my thighs. 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞, 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐎𝐕 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞. 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬: 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒚 𝑺𝑴//𝑻, 𝒅𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔, 𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒂𝒃𝒖𝒔𝒆, 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚.

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