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

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are both invited back to Hogwarts to complete their Seventh Year. After some time and a few chance meetings, they realize there may be more to each other than what they believed for so long. Will they be able to come together when the need calls for it? All of these characters and this wonderful world belong to JK Rowling! I'm only borrowing them :)

"Malfoy?" I repeated. "Kiss me." He said, suddenly. "Might as well start now." He looked at me expectantly, so full of desire, that I couldn't breathe for a moment. The emotion in Draco's eyes was something far different from the need I had grown used to seeing in Ron's eyes. Draco was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered at that very moment, his eyes devouring me hungrily as if they couldn't believe that I was really in front of him. In spite of myself, I stepped further into his embrace, pressing a hand to his chest. His hand remained on my face, still but a whisper of a touch, as if afraid that if he pushed, this fragile moment would shatter beyond repair. I stared up at him, confused by his hesitation. These were just lessons, right? I was so used to kissing Ron that this was strange, what made it even stranger was that it was Malfoy I was going to kiss. His hand unconsciously drifted to my waist, and he pulled me closer gently, making it clear that this was my choice, and I could break the embrace if I wished. His face came closer to mine, slowly but steadily, and it stopped just centimeters from mine. He was so close now, that I could see a faint scar on his lower lip. If I just moved my head a bit... ••••• When Ron cheats on Hermione because she won't satisfy him sexually, Hermione makes a deal with Draco Malfoy that will change her life forever, for better ...or worse. ••••• Warning: Contains mature content such as bad language and sexual themes. Also, mentions of rape and triggering themes. Now in editing by SirenSong55 Highest rank: #1 in Dramione #50 in fanfiction #1 in romance Cover by @khmbrleya

Book One in the Hex Me or Kiss Me Series What happens when Harry finds Draco in the room of requirements and what is Draco doing in there.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

"𝙝𝝄𝒘 𝒂𝒓𝙚 𝒘𝙚 𝙜𝝄𝒊𝒏𝙜 𝙩𝝄 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝙚 𝒂 𝙗𝒂𝙗𝒚, 𝙝𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚? 𝒚𝝄𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝙙 𝒊 𝒂𝒓𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝒍𝒊𝙩𝙚𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝒊𝒏𝒊𝙩𝒊𝝄𝒏 𝝄𝙛 𝙙𝒂𝙙𝙙𝒚 𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒖𝙚𝒔." *completed* When Hermione falls unexpectedly pregnant with Viktor Krum's baby in the summer of 4th year, she knows she isn't equipped to be a mother. They're fifteen. Clueless. Dripping in daddy issues. But regardless, Harry and Draco step up to the huge challenge of parenthood and raising a baby at Hogwarts. And now there's a war brewing. How long can their fatherhood be kept a secret? Will it bring the boys closer or tear them apart forever?

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘

READ DESCRIPTION FIRST TO AVOID CONFUSION. -currently under revision, my grammar sucks- Joy Deveroux, the last descendant of the wealthy, pure-blooded Deveroux's, transfers to Hogwarts. What happens when she realizes she has a more twisted fate than the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy? Will she be the light in the sea of darkness? (Starts in Year 3: PoA. They are 15, instead of 13.) - Contains: Mature language, Smut/Lemon, and violence. Toxic/Asshole Draco. Not possessive, not abusive. Emotional trauma is involved. Just an overall asshole, who still makes the wrong choices. - I have a few OC in this story, but I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters, storylines, references, or language. All rights go to JK Rowling. Sept 27, 2020-Nov 23, 2020