"You're a goddamn catalyst, you know that?" He said slowly, the wind picking up and blowing his hair into his eyes. "Every single emotion I feel, they become whole damn explosions because of you." I sat there frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I make him feel explosions. I think of quicksilver eyes and pinkies brushing against one another and shared earbuds. You make me feel how I imagine touching the stars would be. Say it. Say it. Say it. Nothing comes out. Draco's expression shuttered closed, his spine going rigid. He stood up quickly, towering over me, and he held his broken arm out. "I know we bleed the same, Granger. I bled for you." _____ slowburn dramione starting fifth year book 1 in The Starlight Duology spotify book playlist: "the stars aligned" (each song in order fits every chapter) *I do not own any of these characters or this fictional world. All rights go to JK Rowling* Disclaimer: some parts towards the end are straight from the original Deathly Hallows book/movie, more towards the last few chapters becausa jkr wrote the scenes well and I didn't want to rewrite canon. This was to highlight the outcomes of the story that do not change despite Draco and Hermione's relationship and everything that entails. I added a few things such as changing it to Hermione's POV, adding her thoughts, and changing some details to fit the story.

Two dead. Three missing. The Order is down a leader and another innocent takes the Mark. Where is the Chosen One, and who killed Draco Malfoy? Dramione, sequel to "Clean," book II in "This World or Any Other" series. HEA. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

They love him. They love him so much they hate each other. Or do they? TWs: CHARACTER DEATH, use of the word Mudblood (both negatively and affectionately), graphic depictions of sexual situations (including m/m and f/m/m), graphic depictions of violence

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

[DRAMIONE] Post-war fic. Voldemort is dead. 8th year. The war is over but even a year later, lingering scars make it hard to forget. Hermione battles with the demons in her head and makes the terrible discovery that her scars were poisoned by Bellatrix Lestrange's dagger the day she was tortured. After Voldemort's death triggers an irreversible process, Hermione must find a way to rid her arm of the dark magic before it's too late. Afraid of the burden she'd pose on her friends, she isolates herself from everyone. Except him. ~ Draco Malfoy had always been cold and heartless. Hermione Granger was always so stubborn and put together. But war changes even the best and worst of us. After two worlds collide, things finally start to make sense again but will the old wounds ever fully be healed? All characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Please do not republish or copy. Thank you!

{Mature Content; viewer discretion is advised!} All characters that are not mine, rightfully belong to the author J.K Rowling Era: (Order of the Phoenix, Half Blood Prince, Deathly Hallows part 1, Deathly Hallows part 2) - A story with a plot - Unexpected twists Draco Malfoy, her first love and Harry Potter, the boy who would never leave her side. Torn between her traumatic past or her promising future. What happens when shes given the chance to rekindle her love, redemption or revenge? What happens when the secrets of her parents are revealed. Started: December 7, 2020

"You are mine!" He roars. "I will do whatever it takes to make you know that. Whether it means I lock you up in a prison and throw away the key." Footsteps come rushing into the dining room, and I turn to see multiple men--guards I suppose, flanking one another. Each of their hands rest on things within their jackets. Which i can only guess are guns. What else would they be? He waves them off and stalks towards me, standing behind my chair. I try to turn my head to look behind me, at him, but his hands move to the sides of my face, stopping me. "I can give you the world Mia. I am no fool. I know that love takes time, and I will give you as much as it takes. But you are mine." He says so calmly. -------------------------- When Mia Jones, a College student from Australia with a mysterious past is offered the opportunity to work as a translator for a man she had never heard of in New York City, she had assumed it would be a normal job, little did she know it would be the end of her freedom. Matteo Giovanni is the most feared Mafia leader in New York, and the whole country, heir to the Italian Mafia, he is used to getting what he wants. And when he sees Mia walk into his office for a job interview, he knows he wants her. She is his light, and he is her darkness. Will Mia ever be able to escape Matteo and the Mafia, or will she fall in love before she can stop herself? WARNING: Within this story there is coarse language, themes and violence. ______________________ #1 in Romance 29/10/2020 ----------------------------------- Began: 21/08/2020 Completed: 13/01/2021

It was dark until he lit the match. I thought he was lighting the way, but little did I know he was leading me to my death. **** Luna Ludwig is one of the most average girls that you will ever meet. Tate Marks is one of the most dangerous guys that you will ever meet. They hate each other right away. They fight. They prank each other. They are just plain mean. When Luna's ex moves back into town... well let's just say all men are territorial, even over their enemy. Gangs, Lust. Betrayal, and Secrets lead to someone's untimely death.

She lay on her bed, blood seeping through her skin, a fractured rib. She knew there would be no doctor, no way for anyone to find out. She knew she would not be saved. From the outside, Isabelle Thompson had the perfect family. A protective brother, a hard-working father and a nurturing mother. Everyone knew who they were, and everyone knew they wouldn't kill a fly. But they had a secret, and big fat juicy one too. Isabelle was always quiet. She never spoke, she always wore dark clothing, and she had no friends. It was easier that way. No one would find out, no one knew her. Until a bright sparkle of Adam Black came fluttering into her life. Always remember: 'Stay hidden, and remain unseen.' - (Trigger Warning) All rights reserved to Elyse-ri © 2017 Completed Happy reading :)

"Who ever said loving each other was easy?"