"Fuck, Evan," Draco groaned, tilting his head back. He looked back down at her, his eyes darting from her eyes to her lips to her fingers. She was playing with herself with renewed enthusiasm, her face screwed up as she laid, splayed before him, on the common room couch. "Faster, babygirl." Draco froze in horror, slamming the breaks. He stared at Blackwood as if she had just spontaneously combusted before his eyes. Wait-what in the flying fuck did he just call her?! - - - Sequel to Fuckboy, Draco's POV. This is more cringey than the first one. *DracoMalfoyxOC* *SlytherinShenanigans* *Whywontdracojuststfu?*

This is NOT MY STORY. All right go to the author - Anondracomalfoy If the author wants me to take this down, I will. I wanted to add it on here so you guys could read this amazing dramione fanfic too ! The author of this book is Anondracomalfoy You can find them on fanfiction.net All rights go to Anondracomalfoy and J.K. Rowling! The cover of the story IS NOT MINE. You can find it on Pinterest under the username veneralv

Eighteen years ago, Hermione Granger caught her boyfriend Ronald Weasley cheating on her. She vanished from the wizarding world, or so everyone thought. Now she's back, but is she the same Hermione who disappeared, or has she got a new personality and life that nobody who knew her before expected?

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.

Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*

Seventh year Pre-War AU. None of 6th year happened. Draco mistakenly picks up a dirty story that Hermione has dropped and decides to read it ... What a dirty, dirty mind she has... I DON'T OWN THIS! 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

This is the unedited version, there is an edited one on my profile, which is still underway. I'm keeping the unedited version on a separate book so my readers can still read it. Enjoy Highest rankings: #1 in dramione #6 in Draco Malfoy

"...he's twenty-six years old, and to this day I don't think he's ever finished himself off inside of a woman..." --- Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX