"Hermione" he pleaded, "Are you saying you'd let me die?" One tear ran down her cheek, as she looked him in the eye. "You broke my heart, Draco. It's only fair I break yours."

Her mind would not quiet down, and she had been overthinking way too much, which led her to drink an entire bottle of white wine. She thought it would ease her racing mind. Unfortunately, it had the exact opposite effect, making her ponder even more about what she wanted to do. And… For the sake of her sanity, she needed to forget.

Parenting is not easy. At all. Dirty diapers, wet snots, loud cries at night and accidental wandless magic by baby Scorpius make Draco and Hermione s lives rather difficult. The solution? Hire a nanny! „Oh it'll be fine, Harry. Scorpius sleeps all the time." - Lies, lies, lies.

Her name was Hermione Granger. His was Draco Malfoy. Theirs was a bittersweet love story, full with war, constant loss, shed tears, and a forbidden passionate desire. They were each other's perdition, as they were each other's salvation. And they would ever be, as they had sworn to Death.

Sin ought to be something exquisite, my dear lady. If you must, hate the sin, hate the sin as much as you want. – But commit the sin and love the sinner.

Lord Voldemort was dead. Draco Malfoy was his heir. And he was alive. It was time for a new era. A new era in which only survive one Mudblood was going to survive. A Mudblood destined to be The Darkest Lady. His Mudblood: Hermione Granger.

"What is love, Hermione?" "Love is…" I say. – Never did I end that sentence.

His unhealthy smile grew wider as he looked down at the corpse lying at his feet: Black, ripped, old, stinky robes. Bald head. Noseless face. It was the very same lifeless body of Tom Riddle. – Lord Voldemort was dead. Draco Malfoy was his heir. And he was alive. It was time for a new era. A new era in which only one Mudblood would survive: Hermione Granger.

The brightness of her eyes had to be illicit. The softness of her lips must be taboo. The sweetness of her flesh simply had to be prohibited. Her tender skin had to be a merciless sin. Her fervent, burning desire was a never satisfied hunger. – Hermione Granger was The Goddess of Seduction, forbidden and inaccessible for any man. – Except from Draco Malfoy.

Draco is married to Hermione. Harry is married to Ginny. Ron is a lonely waiter at 'Ginger's', a wizarding bar. Determined to ruin their happy lives with the two women he loves, Ronald Weasley pours a drop of a mysterious potion into Harry and Draco's fire whiskeys. And so craziness begins.

He could not stop thinking about her, Hermione Granger. Draco Malfoy knew it: He was obsessed. He was completely obsessed with her. He didn't know how, when or why, all he knew was that he suddenly felt the need to have her, to possess her. He wanted to keep her as his most precious treasure; he wanted her to belong to him and to him only. She was his.