Struggling with the consequences of the war, Hermione distances herself from the rest of the Golden Trio and returns to Hogwarts as Head Girl. Surrounded by constant noise, she finds her quiet in the company of the annoying blonde-haired Head Boy. Draco Malfoy is trapped behind his occlumency walls. Having kept them up for so long during the war, he can't bring himself to take them down. The only person who manages to get behind his walls just so happens to be the bushy-haired Head Girl. As each-other's only hope, can the two get along long enough to fix their problems?

Hermione Granger is lonely. Post-war, slugging through her 8th year at Hogwarts, she's struggling with herself. She's questioning her path in life, and is finding it hard to move on. She's also slowly feeling more and more left behind by the people she thought were her best friends. They're essentially moving on without her, and she could never be more jealous. She feels as though they don't know her anymore, especially because they're all in loving relationships, which is something Hermione craves so dearly. She just wants to be seen. But after being paired up for a class assignment, she finds unlikely companionship in the last person she would ever expect to... Draco Malfoy. And maybe she isn't so alone after all.

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

The war is won. Voldemort is dead. The trio, alongside all those who were in their same year, have returned to finish their eighth year and graduate once and for all. With McGonagall as their headmistress, nothing could go wrong. Right? Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, McGonagall explains how the school year will go, and much to their dismay, the headmistress had way too different plans. Those who didn't get to finish -or start- their seventh year and were under the mercy of the Carrow twins will have to be bound to one of the opposite houses. Sleeping together in one dorm, sharing their personal space and going to class together, will the Gryffindor princess and the fallen Slytherin prince be able to keep their hands to themselves? ***** Disclaimer - I do not own anything of the Harry Potter franchise, all of that belongs to JKR. Warning:- This story contains strong language and mature themes.

Hermione is the "Brightest Witch of her Age": she follows the rules and she only breaks curfew to fulfil her prefect duties. That is until one night in a dusty broom cupboard with a certain Slytherin. She may have just made the worst decision of her life. Or the best? *COMPLETED* Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter (unfortunately). Another Disclaimer: if you're looking for toxic Draco, you're probably NOT going to find him here but I hope you like him anyway! Three cheers for ✨soft✨ Draco!!!

Malfoy knocks into Granger. Granger snarls. Malfoy mocks. Granger retorts. The end. Except... Something in his chest cracked open. His limbs moved before his pride could catch up. He dropped to one knee beside her and began to collect the books. Hermione blinked, her fingers pausing on the spine of her Arithmancy notes. Her eyes darted to his face, confused. "You're actually helping?" she muttered, suspiciously. Draco didn't look at her. He picked up the thickest book, brushing some dust from the edge. His fingers trembled. And then, voice rough, soft-like it had scraped itself raw before speaking-he said: "I-I'm sorry." Hermione froze completely. What? Draco cleared his throat, handed her the book, and added, voice faltering just enough to betray him: "I didn't mean to, I wasn't paying attention-sorry, mudblood." Triggered Warning- Gore, violence,mentions of attempted suicide, torture, mentions of rape.

Who was Draco Malfoy? Hermione Granger thought she knew.

"Granger. You will tell me what that box was and why you threw it out," he whispered. "And if I don't?" "I have ways of making you speak," he whispered and Hermione shivered against his breath.

Era passato un anno da quando Voldemort era stato sconfitto .Hogwarts era stata ricostruita e ad ogni studente era stata inviata la lettera che annunciava un nuovo anno a Hogwarts. Anche Draco Malfoy l'aveva ricevuta. Per lui ritornare ad Hogwarts non sarà facile, ma con Hermione al suo fianco la sua vita e la sua persona avranno una svolta.

𝐢 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭. 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭. [ eighth year au ]