Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

❝ 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐲𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝. ❞ ❝ 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠? 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. ❞

It took over her body. She felt it pump through her entire bloodstream in an instant, calming her. She didn't care that she won the War, she didn't care that her friends had good jobs that paid well and had families, she didn't care that Ron fell out of love with her because she developed a substance addiction, she didn't care that she was left alone to bask in the post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms that came after war. She was happy for her friends. Except they had left her. Left her alone to deal with everything. No, no. She wasn't alone. She was okay. She had what was currently pumping through her veins; whatever it was. The guy beside her placed it on her tongue and eagerly commanded her to swallowed it. "Granger?" A voice said. A silence followed after. Fuck, wasn't that her name? She lifted her head off the brick and tried to focus on the figure that stood before her. "M-my name is... that." - I own nothing, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. AU Dramione ⚠️This is a dark story with depictions of: mental illnesses, substance abuse, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, rape, and harmful actions to one's self. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU. Read at your own risk.⚠️

Eighth year of Hogwarts Pansy Parkinson had loved and lost during the war; lost, more than anything. Now, forced to go back to Hogwarts by the Wizengamot, all eyes on her during her ten-year probation, she fully intends to have a quiet year with the friends she has left. But that damned Weasley. He won't leave her alone; his scent, his hair, his tattoos... he's everywhere, always. Maybe she wants him to be.

It's the screams that catch him. The screams he can't escape. The screams that follow him, rip at him, tear apart his very soul and soak into his bones. It's the screams that keep him awake at night. It's the screams that make him think he is going mad. He's determined to avoid getting killed, to make the most of his second chance. But he has to find the screams, to prove to himself he's sane. And in doing so, maybe he'll figure out why Hermione Granger looks like she's as mad as he is.

Seven years post-war, Iris Knightley is transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry of Magic to work as an Unspeakable in the Love Chamber. Everyone she meets seems to have some sort of warning for her against her new partner, Draco Malfoy. A former Death Eater and current alchemist, he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. Unfortunately, he also happens to be incredibly attractive. But that's just the Amortentia talking. Right? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson have been together longer than he can remember. No matter how many engagements she goes through or how many random girls he tosses aside, they both know that they're meant for each other. Iris is just a distraction, a plaything. So why do her eyes keep catching him off guard? (updates mon.)

[eighth year post-war] Everyone has their vices. They just so happen to be each other's. {all rights go to JKR ew}

"You're good at that," she said. "What?" he asked. "Making people believe they are more important to you than they actually are." Harry Potter x Pansy Parkinson ••• This fanfiction takes place post-war, specifically the very next year where Harry Potter has been reported as dead. Trigger warnings apply, see the introduction for more. This fanfiction is 18+ All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Beta love from xchasingmoonlightx

[BOOK TWO] in which the girl who lost it all reunites with the boy who took it all away from her. cover by @thirstymalfoy

the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+