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

Hate. Love. Death. Mystery. Murder. After fourth year, everything changed. Everything had gone to shit. Everything. With the Dark Lord on the rise again, things were different now. With her parents, she was destined to be another one of Voldemort's followers. Stella needed the one thing to make her speak again. What will it be? Another death? An accident? The special blonde-haired boy? With the Horcrux Stella wore, and her prophecy - things can get complicated.

- 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.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

[BOOK TWO] in which the girl who lost it all reunites with the boy who took it all away from her. cover by @thirstymalfoy

in which the boy who had no choice meets the girl who's tasked to find out why. cover by @thirstymalfoy HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in draco malfoy

*UNDER MAJOR EDITING* He loosened his hand from around my neck teasing me with a walking motion of his two fingers travelling down my body he traced my subtle V line with the tips of his fingers making me buck my hips at the sensitivity. He lowered his head down to my ear "Fuck, Roberts. How'd you make me feel this way?" he whispered ____________ When the notorious, egocentric, Malfoy heirs attention diverts itself to Adeline Roberts, Draco Lucius Malfoy makes a point of constructing her time at Hogwarts to be a living hell. But the growing need to come back for more leaves Draco pondering wether his dislike for Adeline is genuine or not. After Adeline encounters a dark turn with an unravelling traumatic truth her need to protect those whom she cares for takes the reins as poor and questionable decisions are made. WARNING: contains heavy detailed sexual scenes, eighteenth plus content. DISSCLAIMER: The characters written into this book belong to Jk Rowling and I take no credit or acknowledgement for the ones whom are constructed by JK.

Draco Malfoy really hates Hermione Granger. Everything he gives two fucks about is entirely contingent on the decisions that she makes and she doesn't even know it. If he's not careful, she's going to fuck it up for the both of them and then they'll all wind up dead. He never thought his life would depend on having to get between her legs and into her head. _____________________________________________ "I should have known," he said, "It's always the good girls who like it rough. Do you like it rough, Granger? Be honest," he purred into her ear, his left hand rising to wrap itself around her throat as he continued to press his right hand up against her, "I really don't like liars." con•tin•gent: subject to chance; dependent on [all rights go to jkr yuck] [not appropriate for audiences under the age of 18]