Hermione is in the wrong place at the right time when she walks past the Slytherin changing rooms after a Match against Slytherin and Gryffindor ... ________ The Slytherin changing rooms. There was a crack open in the door. His laugh. Hermione saw the alabaster skin and the blonde hair before she saw anything else. He was a good ten or so feet back from the door and therefore a little harder to take in but... Oh, my... Hermione's breath left her slightly as she managed to take him in properly now through the small crack in the door. He was wet from what she assumed was a shower, the droplets of water clinging to his skin like they were refusing to drop away from his perfectly formed, muscular features. Malfoy was built. ____________ I DON'T OWN THIS! I 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!

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!

Summary: After Voldemort wins, the wizarding world realizes he's not quite the best choice for a leader and the community falls into chaos...economy crumbling, crime and violence. Hermione Granger is caught embezzling funds from Lucius Malfoy's accounts and thrown in jail. Draco comes to offer her a chance at freedom if she agrees to come work for him...at The Shattered Dragon...a brothel outside London. I do not own this story.

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

Hermione and Draco end up trapped inside her Office Cupboard with no means of being able to escape for her to be able to go on her date with Adrian. Oh, and she has no knickers on ... just perfect. I DON'T OWN THIS! IT BELONGS TO ADA_P_RIX!

Draco Malfoy is in love with a Muggleborn. No, not that Muggleborn. Well... Maybe.

Assassin!Draco They knew. They knew when they released him who he was, how he'd work. He was the perfect hunting machine; fearless. Relentless. She was his opposite in every way. The angel on the other shoulder of fate and the absolute pain in his ass. She held him back, just as they knew she would when they assigned them together as partners. She, who believed in the value of every life; even the scum that they hunted on a daily basis. She, who disapproved of his rather effective method of disposal.

It was quite simple. If you wanted to meet your soulmate, you attended Draco Malfoy's Christmas celebration. Ms. Hermione Granger, Mr. Draco Malfoy formally invites you to a Christmas celebration to be hosted at his residence, Malfoy Manor, December the 25th at 6 p.m. Please arrive by floo in the main parlour. Dress code is black tie preferred. Mr. Malfoy hopes to see you soon.

"I just don't understand. Why... why Malfoy?" She was scrubbing the dishes in front of her the muggle way, a habit she did when she was nervous, uncomfortable, or angry. And now, with her fiancé red in the face and not meeting her eye, she was all three. "He's..." From her peripheral she watched him run a shaking hand through his hair. "He's just everything I'm not. Everything I've always wanted to be."