A Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger fanfiction. Some people are meant to be enemies. Hermione Granger a scholarship student, relentless overachiever, fighting for every opportunity. Draco Malfoy a legacy admission, born into privilege, fighting against expectations he never asked for. They've perfected the art of mutual disdain. But when an internship forces them into uncomfortably close quarters thousands of miles from home, the foundations of their rivalry begin to crack. A romance born in secrecy and soaked in pain, will Hermione and Draco find a way, or will the world tear them apart?

In an alternate universe, Voldemort was never born. Despite this, dark figures still rise to prominence. Once a young slytherin, Draco Malfoy's hatred for wizards and witches who are anything but pure-blooded drove him to evil: he spent several years rampaging to produce a 'clean' generation of magic-wielders, earning him the name 'Mudmutilator'. After her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were captured and killed, Hermione is on the run from being Malfoy's next victim. What happens when she's ultimately captured and held captive as Draco's latest trophy? This story contains dark and sensitive themes, please be cautious when beginning this book if you are uncomfortable.

Eighth year. Christmas. Secret Merlin-a magical version of a Muggle-born tradition. Draco Malfoy draws Hermione Granger's name and realizes: an ordinary gift won't do. Not for her. Not after what happened in his house. Sometimes redemption begins with one journey to the other side of the world. With searching for someone who forgot. And with nineteen pieces of evidence that memory is stronger than any magic.

She's assigned to tutor him. He's falling apart in silence. Neither expects what's buried beneath Hogwarts. Not in the stone. Not in each other. A forgotten House. A cursed legacy. A truth that was never supposed to resurface. This isn't the story you remember. This is Aquaris. (6th year all over again, pureblood hermione, light hermione, dramione)

WIP Weekly Chapters When the wizarding world collapses, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger disappear into New York with nothing but each other. In a city ruled by violence and debt, Draco learns how far he's willing to go to survive and how much blood he's willing to spill to keep Hermione safe. Love was never part of the plan, nor was obsession. They have simply traded one battlefield for another.

The future. My future. The boy has beautiful blond curls and rosy cheeks. He has piercing gray eyes and large front teeth. He has his mother's excitement and his father's air of shrewdness, even though he is only four. He is joy, pure and unadulterated. Laughter bubbles out of his mouth as he spins in a circle, trying to grab the magical canaries his mother, me, has conjured out of midair, his face alight. She watches him with a look of rapture on her face, contentment making the lines in her face appear graceful, rather than haggard. Behind her, her husband comes up, watching her with a tender expression on his face. His arm settles around her shoulders, his lips on her cheek. I've never seen anything so disturbing and terrible in my life. "Hermione," Harry breathed, his voice choked as he stares at my husband, who is now kissing me, unashamedly, on the mouth. "That's Malfoy."

It was scary, in Draco's opinion, how quickly things could change. One moment he's in his room, praying to whatever higher power to be left alone for once, the next, he's sitting in Uncle Severus' dinning room, having dinner across from his childhood enemy. To Harry, change is a dream come true. All his life he's prayed for change. But when he gets it, it's not exactly what he had in mind. × NOT a Drarry fic, Draco and Harry are going to be foster brothers and will eventually develop a brotherly bond. Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Tw: • Mentions/Descriptions of abuse (physical, mental, emotional, and sexual) • Depictions of PTSD and other mental illnesses (depression, anxiety, eating disorders, OCD, etc.) • Suicidal thoughts/actions • Abuse recovery • Mentions/Descriptions of torture • Discussion of things such as: low self worth, self hatred, depression, suicidal ideation, abuse, (self) victim blaming, and unhealthy eating habits • Suicide attempt(s) • Swearing • Underage smoking/drinking • Blasphemy

Hermione Granger, Gryffindor's Good Girl, Head Girl, Cleverest Witch of her Age, Nice to even the lowest of the low, Charity starter, Best Friend, Savior of the World, Best Auror in the making...Wanted for MURDER. Now, how does that even make sense? Draco wants to know...don't you?

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆