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He didn't mean to find it and it wasn't his fault it was there and really you couldn't blame him because the entire house was made of wood and wood naturally had holes and he didn't build the damned house and technically if he hadn't found it, someone else surely would have and what were the odds that she was in the next room anyway? And mostly all of that was right. For instance, he did not mean to find it. But he had anyway.

Set in sixth year. One late night, hate turns to lust. Not written by me!! Written by the wonderful @AkashaTheKitty on AO3! :)

𝐃.𝐌|18+ ✨Paper&Hardback available through Amazon/link in bio After expulsion from Durmstrang, Mara thought that transferring to Hogwarts would finally be her big break. -And maybe it would've been, if she weren't caught between two boys, both polar opposites... And a dark past that seems to follow her no matter how far or fast she runs. [𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄/𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄] ⛈NO TRANSLATIONS Started 01/08/20 - Completed 15/01/21 #1 in #HarryPotter, #4 in #FanFiction

- 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.

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.

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

The year of 1997. The seventh year at Hogwarts for Claire Travers. Wizards and witches need allies, now more than ever. There's a side to choose, along with classes to take and hearts to break. [THE DEATHLY HALLOWS] © 2020 sqdgirl

for what should I do here, Like a decaying flower, still withering Under his bitter words, whose kindly heat Should give my poor heart life? - Mary Shelley warning: contains smut [ongoing] highest ranking: #1 in dracomalfoy #1 in malfoy #1 in slytherin