|18+| In one night of drunken, post-breakup passion, Lizbeth manages to hookup with the dominant boy of her dreams. It was supposed to be a one night stand, one and done, never seen again. Until she does see him again, as her professor. Private tutoring sessions never sounded so good. |This is a BDSM-themed, erotic romance. If that and other assorted pervy things do not appeal to you, take this as your warning.| × Highest Rankings × #1 in Breakup #1 in Kink #1 in Passion #1 in Professor #2 in teacherxstudent #32 in Romance

"Trouble in paradise Granger?" He drawled, smirking like he'd just insulted her again. Which in a way he had. "Shut your mouth Malfoy. You were a part of it too." She huffed back, puffing away the strand of hair on her face. "Part of what?! I'm not the one looking for reasons to dump Weasley!" He said, crossing his arms and looking at her directly. "That's not what I'm doing!" "Come off it Granger. That's exactly what your doing. Some are actually starting to notice" he was scanning his nails for dirt. She didn't comment on that. Obviously lost for words. "You should try something else" he said after a while. Then she looked at him and waited for him to continiue. He smirked again. "I have the perfect idea." New Dramione fic! Read my other book --> Kiss me Granger (Completed)

"Well, well Granger. Didn't think you could slip away that easily, did you?" a soft voice whispered in her ear. {Completed} + pictures (drawings) and front cov. copied from Deviantart.com & Tumblr.

I glared at the lifeless body of Weasel, "Back off Weasel, she's mine." --- Takes place after the war. Everyone in Hogwarts (Students, teachers, etc.) are still alive. Top rank #13 Thank you! This story is completely Edited.