"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

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

*this is an old & cringey story. read at your own risk!* in which hermione granger falls in love with her best friend's worst enemy in the aftermath of a life-changing war. this story contains mild violence and some strong language.

STORY BY EVERYTHURSDAY!

- 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.

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

'He was a mystery and solving puzzles was a passion of hers.' It's the year 1996 and the wizarding world is on the brink of war. The Order of the Phoenix has assembled, preparing themselves to fight but they're missing something...someone. It was any other day when Hermione Granger was taken from the safety of Hogwarts and brought to Malfoy Manor where she was trained in combat and taught to duel. She was being prepared for treason as when she was considered ready, was going to be dropped onto a battlefield and forced to fight against The Order, standing amongst murderers and aiding everything she was against. She searched for light and comfort, unaware that it had been in front of her the whole time, in an unlikely form of a boy she had once known. _________________ TW!!! Mentions of suicide, kidnapping. -Yes, there is smut in the book but it's a big slow burn because of the circumstances so be prepared to wait a lil. -all characters are owned by jk Rowling!

Hermione could recognize those silver eyes anywhere. After all, they were the color her nightmares built themselves around. They were the color of her most cherished possession, too. But it couldn't be real. Draco Malfoy couldn't be sat in her favorite cafe -- not when he was serving a life sentence in Azkaban.

"You see, Draco Malfoy, without your sarcastic replies to endure each morning and that arrogance only you could carry, I find myself somewhat missing you." Draco thought the biggest problem living for a year under the same roof as Hermione Granger was the probability of them killing each other. He never thought it would be falling in love with her.