Draco x reader WARNING: CONTAINS SMUT (18+) ~ "You don't make noise unless I tell you to," ~ He cuts you off, wrapping his large and strong fingers around your neck, backing you up against the wall. "I'm not finished with you," ~ "Couldn't resist me? Yea, I get it, that's how every girl is after they get a taste of me. They can't keep their hands off of me," ~ *Disclaimer* all original Harry Potter characters belong to Jk Rowling.

She wanders across him one night, not realizing that their chance encounter in a Hogwarts corridor will save both of their lives. A post-war Dramione fic about healing, friendship, second chances, and love. [Now complete!] [cover is the wonderful upthehillart who you should DEFINITELY follow on tumblr/insta because her HP art is everything]

Post Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort won and Harry Potter is dead. Hermione and Draco find themselves in Azkaban together able to talk through a vent in the wall. In order to survive they must be able to work together.

[eighth year post-war] Everyone has their vices. They just so happen to be each other's. {all rights go to JKR ew}

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.]

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

- dramione -ongoing -mature content - contains themes that aren't permissible in non-fiction - OOC sh*t. Paradox par·a·dox /ˈperəˌdäks/ a situation, person, or thing that combines contradictory features or qualities. When the devil and an angel make too much sense. A story of a demon looking for solace, and an angel looking for chaos. A story of utter redemption, healing, sexual awakening, and paradoxical curses that blanket darkness to the first light Draco Malfoy has seen in years.

"𝐈 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. "𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞," 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. ________ Contains: •Theo Nott x Draco Malfoy romances •love triangle x threesomes •Enemies to lovers •Dancing with the enemy •GIFS and photos •started: 13.1.2021 •ended: 1.4.2021 Trigger warning: This book contains mature content like sex descriptions, language, violence, sexual and physical abuse, death. If you're not comfortable with that, don't read. No translations allowed. Highest ranking: #1 in Draco #1 in Lorenzozurzolo #1 in Maturescenes #1 in Pansyparkinson #1 in Hogwarts #1 in Slytherin #1 in Potter #1 in Voldemortsdaughter #1 in Mature scenes #1 in Snape #1 in Theonott

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.

❀ FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S EDITORS' PICKS LIST ❀ [The Closer is intended for readers with an appetite for the dark and sexy. Read at your own discretion.] "What about that no fucking colleagues policy, huh? The one you so haughtily rubbed in my face?" The way to wound my heart is through my pride. The bastard knew that. But the look in Hans' eyes told me this wasn't a game to get me all riled up. "If your office ethics involve you getting into Tim's pants, then why don't I get to play too?" His hands flew down to my legs, tickling the bare skin on my legs and shocking me into stillness when I felt him pull up the corners of my dress till they were bunched up at my waist. "You can't," I breathlessly whispered as he forced my legs apart. One hand sauntered up to my neck, resting at my collarbone while the other snaked between my legs, parting my thighs until he had all of me resting at the tip of his fingers. "Is this cause of him," he growled, his finger dipping into my heat just slightly, circling the entrance, "or me?" He sounded so needing, so deprived. It turned me on knowing that I was the one making him feel this way, that despite being the one thrown up against a wall, I had the ultimate power over this man. "It's...It's you." I gulped and met his eyes. "It's all you." ● What happens when an unstoppable, hard-hitting business woman meets an unmovable, chauvinist, and utterly exhausting heir to a multi-million empire? Disaster, of course. For Tris, Hans Castellan proves to be more than a challenge of the heart and of the body. For Hans, Tris Henderson turns out to be a woman worth fighting for, despite a rocky start and more than a few broken hearts. Then again, no one said closing this deal would be easy. ● © Beatrice Manuel, All Rights Reserved