"Malfoy?" I repeated. "Kiss me." He said, suddenly. "Might as well start now." He looked at me expectantly, so full of desire, that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The emotion in Draco's eyes was something far different from the need I had grown used to seeing in Ron's eyes. Draco was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that very moment, his eyes devouring me hungrily as if they couldn't believe that I was really in front of him. In spite of myself, I stepped further into his embrace, pressing a hand to his chest. His hand remained on my face, still but a whisper of a touch, as if afraid that if he pushed, this fragile moment would shatter beyond repair. I stared up at him, confused by his hesitation. These were just lessons, right? I was so used to kissing Ron that this was strange, what made it even stranger was that it was Malfoy I was going to kiss. His hand unconsciously drifted to my waist, and he pulled me closer gently, making it clear that this was my choice, and I could break the embrace if I wished. His face came closer to mine, slowly but steadily, and it stopped just centimeters from mine. He was so close now, that I could see a faint scar on his lower lip. If I just moved my head a bit... ••••• When Ron cheats on Hermione because she won't satisfy him sexually, Hermione makes a deal with Draco Malfoy that will change her life forever, for better ...or worse. ••••• Warning: Contains mature content such as bad language and sexual themes. Also, mentions of rape and triggering themes. Now in editing by SirenSong55 Highest rank: #1 in Dramione #50 in fanfiction #1 in romance Cover by @khmbrleya

[COMPLETED] The Battle changed everyone, there was no doubt in that. Hermione was still returning to Hogwarts despite this, in the hope she would be able to get her NEWTs and move on. Nightmares haunt her, and it will be difficult to forget all that has happened. Draco was a Death Eater, despised and feared. Now he has to contend with the hate he helped breed, and make it to the end of his exams before he can escape it. But all he did has taken it's toll, and he's not the only one dealing with the awful memories. They say misery loves company, but maybe broken people can learn to fix each other... WARNING: Themes of self-harm, panic attacks and suicide feature prominently in this story. Trigger warnings are put at the start of chapters for self-harm, suicide and death, but many chapters feature panic attacks or references to panic attacks. If any of these things upset or trigger you, I recommend you avoid these signposted chapters or the book as a whole.

"You're the goodest bad girl I've ever met."

"Cry! Take that whip cream out of your mouth this instant!" The loud and fake obnoxious voice echoes across the Gryffindor table. The intended girl, Cry, laughs and yells back, "Shut up, Padfoot!" - She frowned. Her dress dampened with water and her feet sunk into the sand. My rage grew the more I looked at her. How can she be so untouchable? When she looks like me? Why can't I? I leaned in, my hot tears dripping from my jaw and teeth slightly bared. My temper seethed the longer I reside here. "I would burn everything and anyone until I get him," I spat.