On a fateful mission gone wrong, Auror Draco Malfoy gets mauled by a werewolf in an attempt to save his partner's life. When they rush him into St. Mungo's, the only healer Harry Potter will trust near his partner is his best friend, Hermione Granger, the head of the Trauma Ward. Little did they realize, healing Draco Malfoy would not be the difficult part of her job. When he regains consciousness, Draco's impulses are frayed and his instincts keep pushing him towards Granger, the one friend from Potter's crew he'd always kept at a distance. But now his heightened senses won't allow him to escape her and his new and volatile wolf has decided she's his perfect match. ✧ 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤 #1 hermione #5 dracomalfoy #4 harrypotter #2 dramione #194 fanfiction /1.2 M! #528 romance/1.8M! 🥇 1st PLACE (tied) in Post-War Era @ Seeker Awards 2019 🏅 2nd PLACE in Post-War Era @ Hogwarts Student Council Writing Contest ✦ 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐑: • I clearly don't own HP or the Wizarding World, I just enjoy having fun with the world. • Rated M for later chapters. I DO NOT just write lemons without plot, so expect the characters to be three dimensional and a natural build to everything. Rated M chapters are clearly marked and can be easily skipped!

Draco Malfoy jumped at the noise an owl knocking on his window made. He opened the window, took the piece of paper. He read it once, than twice but aloud this time to let the words sink in. ''Your suspect stroke again. Please come fast to your office. It's Granger. - Zabini. '' // ''Lads,'' he whispered in a hurt hush,'' We've got 21 days before Crucio, 28 before death. Pray Merlin we will find her sooner than that.''

*New cover and title I was running. My bare, bloody feet were screaming at me to stop, to rest. The cold breeze freezing my barely clothed body. He was right behind me, getting closer by the second. My stomach ached from hunger and my legs threatened to give out any moment. I screamed as I was slammed to the ground by a rough body. He knelt on my back nearly breaking my weak back. "Ron! Please, let me go," I sobbed as he tied me up. Disclaimer- I don't own the Harry Potter characters they belong to J.k. Rowling.

Alright, this is the edited and twisted version. I completely changed it, but at the same time, I kept everything that was there before. Description: I was running. My bare, bloody feet were screaming at me to stop and rest. The cold breeze freezing my barely covered body. My stomach ached from hunger, and my legs threatened to give out at any moment. He was right behind me, getting closer by the second. I knew I lost. I couldn't escape him. He was much faster than me; he was only pretending to put up a struggle. I screamed as he tripped me and pinned me to the ground. The rough pavement scratched my soft skin. He knelt on my back, so I couldn't move. "Ron, please," I sobbed, "let me go." This is a version of Harry Potter where Harry died instead of Voldemort. Mudbloods were inslaved. Purebloods ruled the world. Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or places. I do own the plot, so back off please. Highest Ranking - #1 Mudblood

"No, i'm not going to tell them." She said. She could feel Draco stiffen next to her so she quickly continued. "But i'm not going to pretend we aren't together." Now Draco looked at her in question. "What do you mean, Mia?" "If they would have bothered to reply to any of my letters I would have told them like I planned. Now, I don't care wether they know or not." She said with a shrug. "Im going to act how I always act with you, it's up to them if they can figure it out." Draco smiled and gave her a quick kiss before turning to the rest of the group with a smirk. "You know, I think we can have some fun with this." Blaise, Theo and Pansy and returned the smirk and nodded. Ginny just looked at them all and then turned to Hermione. Hermione just chuckled and rolled her eyes. "Slytherins." Ginny grinned. Jk Rowling owns all characters!

Draco didn't want the child Hermione left London and had her son on her own Six years later Hermione goes back to London with a little boy of platinum blond hair and brown eyes Draco does everything in his power to have his family back in his life again (All copyright goes to JK Rowling, I only own some characters and settings)

Hermione Malfoy nee Granger hasn't seen her extended family since she was 11. The 27 year old has run out of excuses to why she can't attend the reunion. With spoiled, bratty cousins and similar aunts and uncles, how will the reunion go? How will Hermione's cousins react when their bushy-haired, beaver-toothed cousin shows up with a husband and 3 children- not to mention that her husband is the "most eligible bachelor in England"?

"Well if it isn't the smartest witch of her year, Granger... Where's my hug?" He smirked at her "You missed me didn't you?" Hermione scrunched her eyebrows at him, "I think the word 'missed' is a stretch." A story full of cute moments, anger, odd relationships, and all the drama. Draco has befriended the Weasleys and has decided to stay for the summer while he figures out where to buy a house. This is unknown to Hermione. The couple is surprised to find out that neither of them are as terrible as they thought. They help each other out during their worst struggles and though they may split, nothing will keep them from bringing themselves back into each other's lives. P.s. covers and songs will never belong to me. Cover drawn by CaptBexx Deviant Art May include real quotes from the Harry Potter series both books and movies which belong to J.K. Rowling.

A Dramione Story. Hermione Granger had the perfect life. But when she finds out her fiancé, Ron Weasley, has been cheating on her for the duration of their relationship, her life takes a drastic turn. She moves in with her coworker Blaise Zabini, only to find that they're not alone. She has to room with Blaise and none other than - you guessed it - Draco Malfoy.

"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.