Hermione recieved her Secret Santa gift a little early that year. It was a simple request; to accompany her gift giver and participate in a 'bucket-list' style of various different yule-tide traditions... traditions that her Secret Santa had never had the chance to experience before. I DON'N OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

First little story in the Fucklust Series. Fuck-lust; Draco had liked to call it. A state of tension whereby two people hated each other so much that one day they would implode all of these emotions and take them out on each other. The outcome would usually end in them both rutting like rabbits. Not him and Granger, though. No, they wouldn't just rut. They'd fuck. Hard. *Mature content from the start.* ** Draco and Hermione are the Bestman and Chief Bridesmaid at their friends wedding. Maybe there are some things that are better left unsaid. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

"-I told them this wouldn't work." He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes on Hermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn't help but clench her thighs together at the rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn't miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and they darkened even further. "I can't help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down and fuck her into the mattress." _______________ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created to cause certain heightened side effects. Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occlude long enough to resist her... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

"...he's twenty-six years old, and to this day I don't think he's ever finished himself off inside of a woman..." --- Hermione and Pansy work in a shop together. Draco, Harry, Theo and Blaise all work together at the Ministry. They all meet up every Friday at the pub to have drinks. Pansy has a new fantasy potion that she likes to call 'The Erised Effect' that she's keen to try out on willing participants ... Boys are so easy to manipulate when alcohol is involved .... I DON'T OWN THIS STORY! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Sequel to 'I Still Fucking hate you'. This story is set six months later. Second part of 'The Fucklust' series. ** Draco hadn't Forgotten about their previous encounter. Neither had Hermione. Can you really still resist someone who gave it to you that good? I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

The Halloween Ball is fast approaching with Hermione at the helm. ... What a delightful time to suddenly learn of a centuries old secret sex-game club that is currently ran by a Blonde haired Slytherin. Oh, and it only happens once a year every October, when the winner takes all at the Halloween Ball ... The First Rule of Carnal Club: You do not talk about Carnal Club. I DON'T OWN THIS STORY. IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

Seventh year Pre-War AU. None of 6th year happened. Draco mistakenly picks up a dirty story that Hermione has dropped and decides to read it ... What a dirty, dirty mind she has... I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX

-Female OC X Draco Malfoy -Smut included - - "So you're telling me.." I said getting up and making my way over to him. "That if I told you right now." I sat on his lap and put my mouth to his ear. "That I wanted you to fuck me right now." I whispered into his ear. "You would wait till hogwarts?" I asked now looking him in the eye.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.

Draco Malfoy really hates Hermione Granger. Everything he gives two fucks about is entirely contingent on the decisions that she makes and she doesn't even know it. If he's not careful, she's going to fuck it up for the both of them and then they'll all wind up dead. He never thought his life would depend on having to get between her legs and into her head. _____________________________________________ "I should have known," he said, "It's always the good girls who like it rough. Do you like it rough, Granger? Be honest," he purred into her ear, his left hand rising to wrap itself around her throat as he continued to press his right hand up against her, "I really don't like liars." con•tin•gent: subject to chance; dependent on [all rights go to jkr yuck] [not appropriate for audiences under the age of 18]