*8th year Dramione* TW: PTSD, sexual content Also available on AO3! Rated #5 in Dramione 12/21/21 Cover courtesy of Claudia @ ruckyartstudio

"A slow burn fic about Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy taking dance lessons to learn the Tango. As the comedy builds, so does the tension -too bad Draco's set to marry Astoria. Dramione." by MrBenzedrine89 on ao3

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

After her parents passed away, Hermione Granger found a letter that addresses to her and learned a secret about her life Draco Malfoy moved back to England after 2 years of living in France. And it brought him to stay with Hermione for a couple of days. What worst could happen?

Most of these are *MATURE* books That may include; Sexual Scenes Profanity Etc. Trigger Warnings will be listed if the book has any.

"I'm giving you an out right now," he pants. Granger's fingers tighten in his hair, and confusion etches in her face. She tries to rock into his hips, and he has to forcefully stop her. "N-no," she stutters, panting like she's run a marathon. She tries to grind on Draco again, but his grip stops her, much to his irritation. "I'll ruin you, Golden Girl." She stares into his silver irises, breaths coming in almost evenly. He searches her face for a reaction or sign that she might want to stop. Inspired by 'Friends' by Chase Atlantic No infringement intended. Read the warnings.

A smutty dramione one shot featuring Victrola: One of Europes' most secretive and scandalous Brothels. "I wasn't going to touch you." He uttered without moving. "At least not in the way you were thinking unless you want me to." He smirked at his words. "If you even try and attempt anything I'll scratch and bite." She hissed "Oh you will crawl and beg to" (#1 - in secret societies)

When the killing curse rebounded twice, stealing the souls of both Voldemort and Harry, the intoxicating fumes of death and magic burned through her fragile lungs. There can only be one Dark Lord, one Master, one Dominus, yet when the magic subsided to a ruler refusing to accept this power, another evil began to manifest its way, from the darkest of souls to the purest of hearts. Hermione is the only one who can change the course of this ongoing war, yet no one is aware of the power she holds, no one except him....

It took over her body. She felt it pump through her entire bloodstream in an instant, calming her. She didn't care that she won the War, she didn't care that her friends had good jobs that paid well and had families, she didn't care that Ron fell out of love with her because she developed a substance addiction, she didn't care that she was left alone to bask in the post-traumatic stress disorder symptoms that came after war. She was happy for her friends. Except they had left her. Left her alone to deal with everything. No, no. She wasn't alone. She was okay. She had what was currently pumping through her veins; whatever it was. The guy beside her placed it on her tongue and eagerly commanded her to swallowed it. "Granger?" A voice said. A silence followed after. Fuck, wasn't that her name? She lifted her head off the brick and tried to focus on the figure that stood before her. "M-my name is... that." - I own nothing, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling. AU Dramione ⚠️This is a dark story with depictions of: mental illnesses, substance abuse, suicidal thoughts/tendencies, rape, and harmful actions to one's self. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU. Read at your own risk.⚠️