Six years after the war, Hermione has the picture perfect life. She's married to a loving husband, has the Ministry job she always wanted, and friends that are loyal to the end. So why does she have to glamour away the bruises on her face, as she reaches for her bottle of Muggle pills? No, her life is far from perfect. Draco has lived his life day-to-day for the last six years. After taking over the Malfoy estate from his estranged father and spending most of his time rebuilding the Malfoy name, he realizes he's missing something in his life. That's how he finds himself working alongside a certain Golden Girl, who seems to have lost her fire. Post war Dramione. *COMPLETE* Being translated into Brazilian Portuguese here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/300909032?utm_source=android&utm_medium=link&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=Bru4150&wp_originator=pJ6rw8NWhqXQ9FYK0%2BtsX%2F1KOT%2FqZ2X4gfyaFpc%2FheFNSLaYK1Y4uREQIef2af8FGUQcl8D%2BrmVZbDMUGUvUZaBOo6RqwQL26RqkR34m%2BjK8cTBpKJz4zhVHg%2FjC5Dbr

"Would you die for me?" The easy option would be, to answer him. Tell him the truth. The truth that will bring music to his ears. But surely he knows her better than. Pulling away, she creates greater distance between them, allowing his touch to leave her lips. She cocks her head to the side, a smirk carving its way onto her lips "But would you die for me?" ~~~~~~~ when Hermione's life is surrounded by a man with platinum blond hair and a sinister attitude; hidden desires unfold along with bruised wounds, that she wishes were remain sealed. EXTREME ADULT CONTENT!! WARNING 18+ only!!! dark dramione AU | mafia/gangAU | no wizarding world | explicit content | drug use | slytherin ensemble | violence | blood and torture | lots of kinks | toxic dramione |

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

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

"Kiss me." He orders, slamming my locker shut. "Is she coming?" I ask, turning my head to look behind me, but he grabs my face and makes me look up at him. "Yes, now kiss me." I do as told, getting on my tippy toes as I lean up to kiss him. He kisses me back slowly, before he pins me against the lockers and deepens the kiss. My eyes widen and I try to push him away. This isn't part of the deal. He pulls away, a full on smirk plastered on his face. "I lied." He confesses, turning around. "She wasn't coming." Then, he walks away.