What If the Yule ball was a masquerade ? What if no one knew who anyone was until the unmasking at midnight? What would happen when, 7th year, Draco Malfoy asks masked Hermione Granger to dance not knowing their true identities ? And what would happen at the unmasking once they would be revealed ? Set during 7th year...
Hermione Granger wants revenge on Ron. The perfect person for her plan is Draco Malfoy. All she has to do is make him fall for her, easy as cake, right? But is it that easy to win Draco Malfoy's heart? All Draco Malfoy wants is for Pansy Parkinson to leave him alone. The only girl who'd make that happen is none other...
❝Potter is dead, the Order of the Phoenix is in ashes, and Hogwarts has fallen. Bury the dead, mourn your lost, and surrender yourselves to Lord Voldemort. Those who resist, will be killed.❞ warning: this is not a happy story.
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?
ON HOLD AS I FIGURE OUT WHERE THE STORY IS GOING. SORRY GUYS, JUST BE PATIENT AND I PROMISE I WILL COME BACK. SEQUEL TO FORBIDDEN FANTASY - DRAMIONE. Draco is now the target of the Death Eater rebellion, with Hermione by his side and a collection of unlikely allies will they be able to stay safe and put the Death Eate...
Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!
He was left broken, with no hope of ever putting himself together, until she entered his life. He never thought that life could be so rich and that she could make him feel the way she does. This is a love story about two people who were drawn together to fix each other, in ways that they never even knew they were brok...
