"I hardly expect your disposition to sweeten, but I will be damned if I allow my future Empress to behave in a manner that reflects poorly on me and on the First Order!""If you allow?" She wrenched her arm out of his viselike grasp, batting his hand away for good measure. "I don't belong to you. I don't belong to anyone.""That might have been the case back when you were a scavenger on that pitiful scrap heap of a planet, but now?" His sardonic gaze flickered over her silk robes and the jewels woven through her elaborate braids. "Now you are the Chume'da, and the Chume'da belongs to her people. Their fate is entirely in your hands. Should you cross the line, it is they who will suffer for it. Am I making myself clear?""I hate you," she said bitterly.He sneered at her. "See? Already you are acclimatizing so well to married life."

    Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.Words: 113303

    It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realizes the uncomfortable truth: he's falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?Fanfiction for Harry Potter by J. K. Rowling. HP/DM.

    Louis is a soft omega with an abusive past and an alpha childA few months after getting a divorce, Louis meets Harry, an ex-military alpha wolf that offers him something -odd.In exchange for teaching him how to cook, Harry will babysit his son, AbrahamLouis really could use the help.

    So, when his ex-wife plans to take his son away, Draco asks the most unlikely person for help. Hermione must decide whether changing her entire life is worth helping the man she hates unconditionally.Words: 137,051

    Hermione hates Draco in the springtime, Hermione hates Draco in the fall, Hermione hates Draco 247.Words:65,887

    They hadn’t healed since the day she was maimed.————Dramione————

    When he notices his son's newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son's crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Draco tries to juggle awkward situations, parenthood, and his own budding interest in Hermione Granger.

    “Why was Draco Malfoy just screaming bloody murder about his,” and the word almost strangled her as she said it, “wife?”Harry's green eyes blew wide. Healer Lucas pinched the bridge of her nose, painfully displeased with the recent series of events.“He was referring to you, my dear,” she said. “That was the other question you got wrong. Your name is Hermione Jean Granger-Malfoy.”Hermione had to be sedated again.Post-Hogwarts. EWE. Memory fic. Dramione.Wordcount: 95,107

    He wants nothing to do with the bloodshed of good and evil, the heartless killing of both innocents and condemned, the constant establishment and disruption of order. What he wants is peace, to live his life in the same town he was born in, to spend his days in the beautiful forest, and to use the powers of his Blessed Rune to nurture the home he loves so dearly.But when his island is attacked by pirates, Jimin will have no other choice than to do as they command and leave all thoughts of peace behind in favor of boarding the Agust, a pirate ship captained by the infamous Min Yoongi, Black Fox of the East.Words: 255878

    

    Fandom: Harry PotterRelationship: Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger--------------------------------------------------One late night, hate turns to lust.

    When Hermione volunteers to take the role, both do their best to maintain the lie without letting each other know the truth: neither of them is acting.

    He lies in Scott’s bed and waits for Melissa to say she’s found someone to get it out of him, to cure him of the wrongness and the bad, and he dreams.God, he dreams.He dreams of fire and swollen bellies and that scene in Alien, of giving birth to jackals through his urethra, the whole horrific nine yards. His head is a terrible place to be, he can’t imagine his stomach is much better, why anyone would want to put a thing inside of it."Words:77138 complete

    He might as well just lay it out.“Oh, well,” said Brian into his hands. “Of course.”Words: 54,960 complete