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.⚠️

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

[ COMPLETE] Granger corners him one last time, pulling that bloody envelope from her robes. He lets it fall into his open palm. "You know the rules, don't you?" "Only for when I'm at my lowest point," he says. "And after I open it, I go straight to you." Ten years later, and he's falling in love with her. (NOT MY STORY) you can find this story on AO3 @orphan_account

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....

Harry Potter has been killed and Lord Voldemort now reigns. As the Second Wizarding War ends, the Dark Lord enacts a repopulation effort for the production of Death Eater children. Draco Malfoy has climbed up the ladder to become the Dark Lord's right hand - the High Reeve - and is sent a slave to be the surrogate for the promised Malfoy Heir. This is a dark work and readers discretion is advised. This book is inspired and written along side Manacled by SenLinYu with her permission and open book policy.

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

" She was only supposed to be gone five minutes. Five minutes turned into ten. Ten minutes turned into twenty. Before he knew it, she had been gone an hour and he knew something was wrong. "

"You know."She turned to face him and he went on."I still remember all the stupid things that I've said and done.But still you are here,helping me.Why?" She breathed and sat beside him on the bed. "Some years ago you thought that these things were right.Now you think that they were stupid." "So what?" "You have changed." "Not that much." "It's enough for me." She gazed at him,their eyes met and she smiled hoping that he would smile back.He didn't. But that was okay.

my dearest darling love,