This is not my story. Got tired of paying so I am trying to be nice and let everyone read without a struggle. No mistakes everything is proofread.

I thought our arranged marriage had turned into love for both of us. I discovered how wrong I was the day I gave birth to our premature son and found my husband taking comfort from another woman. The woman he loved.

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 broken. This is a Draco Hermione love story. This is now a completed story. I thank my readers for continuing until the very end, and hopefully you'll follow on to the sequel (as soon as I begin writing it!)

The Battle of Hogwarts has ended. The damage has been repaired and the school is re opening. Life in the wizarding world is resuming and everyone is trying to move on. As Hermoine prepares for her 7th and final year at Hogwarts, she is left feeling confused as she develops feelings for someone she believed she hated, and he for her. Things seem to be changing for her, but is it for the better? **This is only fanfiction. The characters and places given in this story are the creation of JKR, and it is based from her Harry Potter series. Just for fun!**

Newly Headgirl Hermione Granger returns to Hogwarts for her final year without Harry and Ron. She is eager for a stress free year but her happiness comes crashing down around her when Draco Malfoy is made Headboy. On the outside he still comes across as the same arrogant, cruel selfish person she knows all too well. However after a series of events where Draco saves her life and comforts her unexpectedly, Hermione realizes that he isn't the man she thinks he is. She knows he is tortured by painful memories from his past but he is determined to keep that hidden. As the unlikely pairings relationship develops, Hermione is unaware of the heartache, choices and new feelings she will come to discover. ******************************************************** DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the character's such as Hermione, Draco, Harry, Ginny, Ron etc as they all rightfully belong to the very talented JK Rowling. I am merely a huge HP fan who enjoys writing fanfic stories from my perspective. However, I AM responsible for the story-line s/character developments/scenario's etc that come with this book and I take any cases of copying very seriously.

Draco and Hermione find themselves in a very unfortunate situation, one where they'll be forced to trust one another with their deepest secrets. Because how does a relationship between enemies change when they have full access to each other's mind? When they discover each other's darkest secrets? And how will they be able to use it as their advantage? Cover by: @FRUMPOLOGIST on tumblr

******************************** "I could never hate you, do you understand? Never. All that mudblood business; it means nothing to me. I care for you Hermione, more then I let on." His hot breath traced fiery patterns on my skin as he breathed the words I would remember until my dying day. That day might now be closer than I had anticipated. "Why then?" I croaked out. Why isolate yourself?" "Because," he replied, his grey eyes shining silver in the moonlight."Because of the curse." ******************************** Hermione Granger thought it would all be okay now. I mean, Voldemort was dead, they might have a way to get Fred back from the dead; and Harry and Ginny were definitely together. Things were finally starting to look up. But when a mysterious blonde suddenly reappears in her life, and she runs into her parents and their CHILD, things start to get more than a little bit topsy-turvy. #Dramione

Edited and polished version published!!! Kindle link https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0DFQ7W8JF When Cari can no longer contain the pain of her mate being with someone else her pack falls apart. For ten years Carissa Mason has had to endure the pain of feeling her mate making love to another each night. Her soul is broken but an alpha command keeps her from leaving the pack and another from telling anyone who her mate is. Her mate is none other than the second alpha, the current Alpha's grandson and someday pack Alpha. No one knows but her mate, his grandfather and her own grandparents who all made sure she wouldn't Be the second luna. Or so she thought. "If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad you're very likely to be at risk of a malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form, please go to Wattpad @jtoughkat. Thank you."

Alpha's aren't all that. Trust me.

❝She kills without second thought.❞ • Micajah's PoV: "Ah!" I shout out in pain, unable to hold it in any longer. I clutch my hand to my injured leg and cry out desperately when another blow is landed to my other leg. Tears of pain gather in the corners of my eyes, and I curl into a ball of humiliation, trying to shield myself from the bullies. "You worthless piece of shit," He says menacingly, his muddy brown eyes set in a hard glare aimed at me. I flinch when I see Chance pulling back his fist, raising my arms in defense. But to my utter surprise, the blow never comes. Instead, a sickening 'crunch' resonates through the hallway, surprising me. I tentatively open my eyes once again, cautiously peeking from behind raised arms. What- or more correctly who I see takes my breath away, every fiber of my being stirring at the incandescent sight. There, standing there like an avenging angel over the groaning body of Chance in the floor is a girl. But 'girl' would be too simple of a word to describe her. Her red hair flows down in luscious curls, framing her heart-shaped face, which is set in a furious scowl. Her feline eyes are a stormy grey, the electricity in them, static. Her sharp, straight nose accenting her full pink lips that are shaped like a cupid's bow with such a perfection, giving her an ethereal look. No, the person before me is not a girl. She's a Goddess. The jocks bow their heads in submission, murmurs of "Alpha," passing around the group. My Wolf gets agitated and keeps on saying something but I ignore his persistent calls, as my fogged brain is unable to register anything except the exotic beauty standing before me. Her steel grey eyes roam around the circle in one swift movement before they settle on me, darkening, yet instantly softening at the same time. Finally, her pink lips part to let one word escape them, the one word that changes my life. "Mine," • Completed ✔️ MICAJAH IS A GUY's NAME #5 in WEREWOLF #1 in TEEN FICTION