the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. there's only so much dark magic a person can suffer before it leaves a mark. harry potter 8th year fanfic WARNING: 18+

This is the Dramione spinoff to my story All That Jazz. (It's alright if you haven't read that story!) Draco Malfoy has been away ever since the war, living a pleasant and nerdy life in Germany. One day, in his favorite library, he finds himself recommending books to none other than Hermione Granger. A few years later the same thing is repeated, only to have some very different consequences. Follow the story of Draco Malfoy chasing his dream girl, convincing her that he is madly in love with her and worthy of her love. Oh, did I mention there are a lot of library scenes?! (Cover courtesy: http://upthehillart.tumblr.com/)

The Death Eaters are an outlaw motorcycle club run by Tom Riddle, a notoriously ruthless leader who works the brotherhood into high stakes criminal activity after the death of their previous president. Draco Malfoy is heir to the throne, but his life abruptly changes when fate lands him in the hands of a young doctor. Dramione, muggle AU. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

POST WAR 17years old Slytherin Cleo Williams He bought his hand up to my neck and pushed me against the wall. I could feel his cold rings digging into my throat. He brought his face right next to me ear and i could feel his warm breath on my neck. Hi slips gently glide over my ear as he whispered "Regarde ce que tu dis ma Cherie, tu n'aimeras pas ce qui arrive aux filles quand elles se conduisent mal pour moi'' (Watch what you say sweetheart, you won't like what happens to girls when they misbehave for me) I could smell his intoxicating aftershave as he still had his grip on my neck. I could feel my heat getting wet and this aggravated me why was he having this impact on me. I couldn't form any words to come out of my mouth what was wrong with me. "Eh bien ai-je laisse ma princesse sans voix'' (well well have i left my princess speechless) and with that he let go of my neck and left without saying another word. What the hell had just happened? Why was I speechless? This isn't normal for me Draco has never once had that effect on me why was it different now. I decided to ignore it and continue to breakfast after Draco, so it didn't seem to weird. I do not own right to any of the Harry Potter characters. My only character is Cleo Williams and her family. ⚠️⚠️Will include: ⚠️Smut ⚠️knife play ⚠️Gun play ⚠️Bondage ⚠️Suicidal thoughts ⚠️Self harm ⚠️abuse

[COMPLETED] I bite my lower lip, my emotions warring within me. A charged silence now hung in the air, the weight of unspoken words and untamed feelings threatening to envelop us. "You're infuriating, you know," I whisper, my voice trembling as I calmed down. Draco's expression softens as he gently tucks a strand of hair away from my face. "And you're maddening." ------- Angitia, a Slytherin outcast, guards a dark secret that could shatter her world, and it's a burden that she carries in silence. Her life, a relentless torment at the hands of her peers, becomes further complicated when amidst the shadows of the castle, a tempestuous rivalry with Draco Malfoy ignites into a passionate affair. As the line between enemies and lovers blurs, a web of deceit unravels in a world where promises are just as treacherous as the shadows they conceal. *I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Angitia Dom Volter nor do I own anything from the Harry Potter movies and books. All rights go to where they belong.

"Would you die for me?" The easy option would be, to answer him. Tell him the truth. The truth that will bring music to his ears. But surely he knows her better than. Pulling away, she creates greater distance between them, allowing his touch to leave her lips. She cocks her head to the side, a smirk carving its way onto her lips "But would you die for me?" ~~~~~~~ when Hermione's life is surrounded by a man with platinum blond hair and a sinister attitude; hidden desires unfold along with bruised wounds, that she wishes were remain sealed. EXTREME ADULT CONTENT!! WARNING 18+ only!!! dark dramione AU | mafia/gangAU | no wizarding world | explicit content | drug use | slytherin ensemble | violence | blood and torture | lots of kinks | toxic dramione |

Hermione is the "Brightest Witch of her Age": she follows the rules and she only breaks curfew to fulfil her prefect duties. That is until one night in a dusty broom cupboard with a certain Slytherin. She may have just made the worst decision of her life. Or the best? *COMPLETED* Disclaimer: I don't own the world of Harry Potter (unfortunately). Another Disclaimer: if you're looking for toxic Draco, you're probably NOT going to find him here but I hope you like him anyway! Three cheers for ✨soft✨ Draco!!!

"Granger. You will tell me what that box was and why you threw it out," he whispered. "And if I don't?" "I have ways of making you speak," he whispered and Hermione shivered against his breath.

❝WOAH, WOAH, WOAH, THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL IM GOING TO DATE YOU❞ in which a two enemies agree to fake date one another. [draco malfoy x fem!reader] © 2016 sameezyy

Post Battle of Hogwarts. Voldemort won and Harry Potter is dead. Hermione and Draco find themselves in Azkaban together able to talk through a vent in the wall. In order to survive they must be able to work together.