Not my story just posting it on here as it is much easier to read here than on the original website. Author: Taylorikari Summary: Hermione Granger comes back to Hogwarts for her eighth year. She has no idea how she ends up on the radar of Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott but once she does, she realizes her life quite possibly will never be the same. +++ "Draco." She whispered. A small smile, cold impassive grey eyes looked up. "Cheers, Hermione." Then the door slammed close in her face, the sound reverberating throughout the empty corridor. She just stood there, completely stock-still. And she knew for absolute certain that he had cast a silencio. Because right before it went into effect, she heard the beginning of a yell that rattled her bones, doused her in the pain that she heard in the chords. Hermoine stood there, outside of the room, watching over the door as Draco silently fell apart.

After the War, there is a boom of marriage and divorce. Hermione finds herself among the statistics of war heroes who couldn't save their marriages. When she receives the invoice from her solicitor, she has no choice but to answer an ad in The Daily Prophet: Malfoy Heir Seeking Nanny.

*WINNER OF THE GOLDEN SNITCH FROM THE 2020 SEEKER AWARDS* Giving him a skeptical look, she stepped away and out of his arms, almost regretting it instantly but ignoring that feeling as she pushed past him. "You better not let your little girlfriend catch you holding me like that. "Are you jealous, Hermione?" She stopped and looked back at him. "What on earth gave you that idea?" He was smirking, his hands in his pockets as he slowly walked towards her. "Because I'm fairly certain that Pansy Parkinson is not and never will be my girlfriend." He stopped in front of her and she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest as she shifted her weight to one leg, almost losing her balance before catching it again. "Then what was that display at the Black Lake the other day?" "Were you watching me?" He grinned at her, and when she didn't respond, Draco could help but laugh. "You are jealous!" Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini are both Veelas, and they are trying to get close to their mates, Hermione and Ginny respectively. However, getting their girls will prove more difficult than they had hoped. Sequel is now up, titled 'Forever and Always'! WINNER OF THE GOLDEN SNITCH AWARD IN THE SEEKER AWARDS Characters do not belong to me! All characters used belong to JK Rowling *Edited as of January 26th, 2020*

Not my story posting g it on here so it's easier to read Summary: When Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her eighth year, she finds herself re-sorted into Slytherin. +++ "Take off that fucking dress, Hermione." Theo snapped as he kicked off his trainers and tore his jumper off with ease. There was just an expanse of olive skin and sculpted chest, his body making Hermione pant. "Granger, I would listen to Theo, he's really not pleased with you," Draco said, his trainers being neatly placed by the sofa as he stripped off his jumper, throwing it onto the floor next to Theo's. Hermione was sitting there, the naked torso of Draco with his seeker body and Sectumsempra scars on one side and Theo with his bedroom eyes and pouty mouth on the other. So she did what any witch with half a brain would do at that moment. She took off her fucking dress. Notes: I wrote this story about 3 years ago and while I really enjoyed writing it, there were a few BDSM/kink things that I didn't fully understand as I wasn't immersed in the culture at that time. Because of that, I've deleted a chapter that a few people expressed concerns over because re-reading it myself, I didn't like it. So if you notice something missing, that's why! So sorry and remember to take care of yourselves <3 (2/22/24)

Hermione's day gets weird fast when an adult shows up at St. Mungo's and calls her Mum. Then another one. And another. All claiming Draco Malfoy is their dad. Now, Hermione and Draco have to deal with their future kids-and the mess they've brought with them.

In the wake of the Dark Lord's triumph over Harry Potter, the defeated must learn their new place. Hermione Granger, former Golden Girl, has been captured and reduced to human chattel. Sold to the highest bidder as the top prize at an auction of Order members and sympathizers, she is thrust into the rabid, waiting hands of the Death Eaters. But despite the horrors of Voldemort's new world, help-and hope-seem to arise from the most unlikely of places. PART 3 of the RIGHTS AND WRONGS series. THIS STORY IS BY Lovesbitca8 ON AO3!! I DO NOT TAKE CREDIT FOR HER WORK WHATSOEVER!! - #83 on ao3 - 9|17|21 #31 on ao3 - 9|29|21 #33 on ao3 - 10|2|21 #445 on dramione - 10|6|21 #7 on ao3 - 5|14|22 #73 on wattpad - 7|31|23

5 years after the war. 5 years of celebrating their success. 5 years of living with indescribable loss. The Golden Trio hasn't been able to let go. And their golden girl? She's been questioning all of it. Her closest friends have become her only family, and seeing them live with this anguish was enough to drive her to unimaginable lengths to take that hurt away. An unexpected discovery is exactly what ends up pushing her to dangerous limits.

After years of captivity, Hermione Granger fights her way onto the streets of Voldemort's London with only the knife in her pocket and the blood on her hands. There's a checkpoint on every corner, a curfew enforced by Voldemort's most trusted followers, and the only way back to the Boy Who Lived is through the Death Eater who let her be captured in the first place. WRITTEN BY LENA PHORIA Reposting it for all the Dramione fans.

She had only given in because she was lonely. He realised that. But Draco couldn't help taking advantage of the affection she willingly gave. It wasn't a secret that he had consistently been a selfish man, and with her-his greed knew no bounds. The time spent together-under the darkness of night-always felt fleeting, stolen, just seconds away from being out of grasp. So he continued feigning sleep every night; unsure fingers would burn paths into his skin as if she needed to memorise him, too. Themes of grief - dramione hea