A smutty dramione one shot featuring Victrola: One of Europes' most secretive and scandalous Brothels. "I wasn't going to touch you." He uttered without moving. "At least not in the way you were thinking unless you want me to." He smirked at his words. "If you even try and attempt anything I'll scratch and bite." She hissed "Oh you will crawl and beg to" (#1 - in secret societies)

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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

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

He wasn't who I expected. He was more than I ever could have imagined. My once loathed enemy... was now my beloved soulmate. Draco Malfoy saved my life in more ways than he would ever understand. This is another Dramione my darlings!!! I hope you'll love it as much as I do!! I don't want to give too much away here! So go read it hoe!! ?? Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned. I'm not fucking JK Rowling so don't expect this to be perfect. All characters and rights belong to the Harry Potter Queen herself... My cover was made by my lovely daughter @InsufferableKnowItAl love you darlin'! ?

"A Million Galleons..." Another Dramione concoction from yours truly!! Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned. I'm not fucking JK Rowling, so don't expect this to be perfect. I'm a storyteller and that's that. "It's not about the accidental typo. It's about the storyline." -Stephen King. All rights and characters belong to the Harry Potter Queen herself, JK Rowling. I write from my own personal perspective and my own interpretations of the Harry Potter World. I bring a fresh new look and I don't always follow the rules of magic, because in my world, there are no limitations to magic and your imagination... So sit back and relax... and drink some bloody giggle water! This is all in good fun! And reading about a romance we all love to dream about...

He was like a gravitational addiction, absorbing me in wanting supplemental endless amounts of his touch. He knew my body and my desires better than I ever could have imagined. He was an aphrodisiac taking over my entire existence. Our lust was out of control. And he wasn't even my husband... Smut from cover to cover... you've been warned 😜😘 All characters and rights belong to JK Rowling. My FABULOUS cover was created by the one and only InsufferableKnowItAl! Love you darling!! 😘😘

"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."

When Draco Malfoy turned up on the Order's doorstep with Harry, everyone welcomed him with open arms. They trusted him. But, not Hermione. She knew better; he was up to something. She wasn't quite prepared for what that something was. Or how she'd feel about it after.

"This isn't working." She was already halfway buttoned up when she turned to face him. His slacks still unbuttoned and his shirt open around his shoulder, which he gave no indication of closing anytime soon. Hermione rolled her eyes, continuing to do up her blouse. "We just finished. Give it a moment. Besides, I have to be-" "No, not this," Draco scoffs, gesturing to his open trousers. "This." She blinks carefully, watching his long fingers extend from his own chest to hers.