"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

Hermione Granger wanted to lose control. And Draco Malfoy wanted to take it. : Takes place in HBP. Enemies to Lovers. Dark, possessive, smutty, and everything you want it to be. ;)

Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown - to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn. - Please note that I am not the original author of this story, @isthisselfcare is. That being said, I am only reposting this story on Wattpad, as some people dislike reading it on it's original platform AO3. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series, and @isthisselfcare for writing this fanfiction based off the characters in said series. Covert art: @da.a_art on Instagram Original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952

The night that Harry and Dumbledore return from the cave, the Death Eaters are delayed from reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower for one more minute. Draco Malfoy lowers his wand. A Deathly Hallows rewrite in which Draco accepts Dumbledore's offer to fake his death and go into hiding with the Order of the Phoenix. - Please note that I am not the original author of this story, @speechwriter is. That being said, I am only reposting this story on Wattpad, as some people dislike reading it on it's original platform AO3. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series, and @speechwriter for writing this fanfiction based off the characters in said series. Covert art: @da.a_art on Instagram Original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23296162

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

UNDER MAJOR EDITING Here are some dramione fics I, or other people reccomend. Some will be here on wattpad and others will be on ao3 or other platforms. *I will tell whichever platform it's on* For some of the stories, check TW before reading them. Some of these stories are dark. Also, please don't read any of these if your not experienced to mature themes. Most of these stories you can find in my reading lists. ART COVER BY AVENDELL

"Get on your fucking knees Iris." ---------- "You... don't ... know ... what ... it's ... like." He breathed between each stroke, "being ... inside you... I'd rather die... than never... feel this again." ---------- "Well how do I look?" Iris teased as she span around in front of him. He took her hand with a smirk, "Like you belong to me." ---------- ~ draco malfoy x OC ~ filthy love story of two seven year slytherins ~ ~ mature readers only, contains lots of spice and dark themes~ ~ contains toxic possessive behaviours which may be triggering ~ credit for characters and universe to JK Rowling

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.