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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.

Sequel to "The Right Thing to Do" - Draco's POV. Part 2 of the "Rights and Wrongs" series.

Years. Broken into months into weeks into days—into hours, minutes, seconds—into moments. Simple at one end, complex at the other. In Draco’s experience, moments, even when simple, had a habit of becoming irretrievable. Moments grew, stretched, multiplied into ages and eras that defined whole stretches of measurable time. Draco regretted several moments in his life, some within his control, some without: all of them irretrievable in nature. At a certain point, wedged between ‘what-ifs’ of his own devising, he’d stopped trying to keep track of those regrettable moments: now and then, pushing and pulling, coming and going, beginning and end. Moments were only moments for just as long. After that, he had no control. [In which Draco is forced to work with Hermione, falls in love, makes many mistakes, and eventually becomes his own man. A Draco POV prequel to Wait and Hope.]

Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy never intended to blow up their life's work, but that's rather what they've gone and done. Now they're trapped 200 years in the past, with a broken Time Turner, a missing snuff box, a handful of overly-eligible daughters, and a House-elf in a cable knit cardigan. It will require the combined power of their keen intellects to get them home, if they'd stop arguing long enough to use them.As it turns out, history is just one damned accident after another. For fans of Harry Potter, Jane Austen, and Connie Willis, a historical romantic comedy all about time, and getting the hell out of it.

The day after his infamous victory at the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry Potter disappears without a trace. When the rest of the world gives up their search, Hermione Granger, an up-and-coming investigative journalist, is determined to do what they couldn’t: find him. After years of searching, she finally stumbles upon a clue that might just lead her to her best friend. She is determined to journey across Europe to solve the mystery and, naturally, write about it along the way. But when her intolerable co-worker Draco Malfoy is also assigned to the case, she must learn to set aside old grudges and accept their dysfunctional partnership in order to bring Harry home again. A slow-burn enemies to lovers fic with mystery, adventure, and our two favorite idiots in love.

Draco Malfoy has never uttered the words "I love you" to a single woman, but he knows how Hermione Granger takes her coffee and that she can't go a day without devouring a pumpkin scone.

Hermione was sick of adventure. She'd had her fair share, and taking a seat at the desk in the back of the DLME was all she could have dreamed of -- until it wasn't. One day Hermione is summoned to the bowels of the Ministry where she is met by the lead Unspeakable who has a rather odd situation that needs to be dealt with. Draco Malfoy has just arrived from twenty years in the future and insists on speaking to his wife, Hermione Granger. The only problem is that the Draco Malfoy she knows is still the snarky, button-pushing boy upstairs--and not the man in front of her now.

He remains silent at first, clearly unsure of what to say next. The temperature feels hot, he thinks, especially for the dungeon's standards. He feels as if he can see the air particles between them, perhaps even count how many separate them from one another. It feels odd for him to be alone with Granger in the potions lab after all this time. He catches the faint scent of strawberries and honey, reminding him to order the ingredients for his lesson on Amortentia for his NEWT classes next week. - A slow-burn, flashback-filled dramione fanfiction with a side of wolfstar.

There are wedding bells on the horizon. Resolutely single Hermione Granger finds herself under the relentless spotlight of the gossip magazines when the wedding of her ex, Ron, draws near. In a fit of desperation, she forges an alliance with her career antagonist, the serially single but tabloid eligible Draco Malfoy. Their plan is simple; spend two weeks pretending to be madly in love and then go their separate ways once the wedding’s over. It should be easy. They are, after all, cordial enemies. ON HIATUS.

Hermione Granger has a career she loves, friends she can depend on, and a nice set of hand towels for her new flat.She's single and tired of tiresome men, but that doesn't stop her from wearing beautiful lingerie underneath her serious Ministry skirts.Or having pictures taken in naughty knickers.Just once.For herself. Draco Malfoy doesn't get upset at the sight of blood, which is good, because he sees a lot of it.What he doesn't see a lot of is Hermione Granger in her unmentionables.Usually. A series of meetings and mix-ups in which one cannot possibly mean done.

Ever since monsters emerged from underground, public opinion has been divided. Many people embraced the idea that they weren't alone on the planet, and opened their hearts to the new citizens of earth. However, many humans also don't trust monsters. Monster hate crimes and other forms of monsterphobia exist the world over.When a new security guard at work is revealed to be a skeleton, your world expands, and you have to deal with problems you never expected. Including your feelings for him. Yes, there will be smut.

When Hermione Granger is accidentally cut by an old Malfoy Family Heirloom, a matrimonial blade, an ancient magic seems to think she is betrothed to the last Malfoy heir, and begins to pull her into Draco’s bed every night, at midnight. A non-epilogue compliant Dramione fan fiction. Binding queries: all binding requests of this fic have my blanket consent as long as they are for personal use only, with no intent to profit off the bind whatsoever.

Sirius Black and James Potter are successful and famous tattoo artists. Their manager Lily insists they hire a piercer to cover their busy schedules, and Sirius does not approve of that idea even slightly. This fic is now completed, but there's still sequel action going on at Marauder Ink 2: Black and Grey (if you think there's a tag missing/something I've overlooked, please get in touch - either comments or on tumblr (jennandblitz) and I can update things!)

"-I told them this wouldn’t work.” He cut in through gritted teeth as he kept his eyes onHermione, making her pulse quicken and she couldn’t help but clench her thighs together atthe rough, husky tone of his voice. He didn’t miss it; his eyes landed on her thighs and theydarkened even further. “I can’t help her when all I feel like I want to do is pin her down andfuck her into the mattress.” _______ Hermione gets into a little accident at work and is infected with a hybrid potion created tocause certain heightened side effects.Draco offers to stick around to give his work partner a little support ... if he can Occludelong enough to resist her...

“I need you to have sex with me.” Draco stared at her, sure he had misheard. “Pardon?” Hermione looked up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. “I have it on good— I have heard— oh bloody hell,” she muttered. “I’m bad in bed. I need practice.” His lungs had entirely stopped working. “Practice,” he repeated dully. “Yes, practice.” “At sex.” “At sex.” “And you came to me why?” “Because what else are we going to do here this month?”

“Three minutes to the lift, two to the board room. I believe that gives me”—he lifted his forearm to check his watch—“eight minutes to make you come.” Fire pooled in her belly. “A bit cocky, are we?” “I’ve gotten you off in less.” ** Something strange is up with Malfoy, Hermione's fellow Auror and secret shagging partner. Ready or not, she's about to find out.

Draco and Hermione are best friends, and she swears by it. So they've crossed a few lines together. They're just friends. Porn with plot.

"'You don’t go for married women.' 'I misspoke - I don’t go for happily married women. Devoted women.' No attachments, no consequences, just a few nights of uninhibited passion - that's all it was ever supposed to be between them. No longing or dreadful desire, nothing that would prompt a divorce. Just shameless, guiltless sex. Nothing more." After a decade of marriage and conflicting life goals, a struggling Hermione and Ron decide to take part in a rather extreme experiment to improve their relationship. Following the guidance of her sister-in-law, Hermione agrees to open their marriage, believing their issues stemmed from a lack of intimacy. But once she decides to participate herself - with a wizard who infuriates her husband like no other - Hermione realises just how recklessly naive they'd been all along. Spotify Playlist

Naughty cats in their natural habitat. 30 days of KuroKen smut.

In which Louis is a spoilt rich kid who’s always on the phone while he drives and Harry is a struggling musician making his way down the mountain. It’s just a matter of time before they crash and burn. (One-shot turned into a chaptered fic!)

She’s a novice Unspeakable trying to earn her stripes. He’s a shafted Auror desperate to prove himself. When they end up forced together on a shared assignment, neither is willing to back down. But when the mission pulls them into an ancient world of mystery and adventure, they find themselves depending on each other in a race against time. EWE Dramione.