Charlotte Matheson was the one woman Bass was never allowed to have. She was also the creature catting in and out of his house, his bed, and his life whenever it suited her. And damn him if he didn't hope she always would.

All Hermione wants on a Friday night is a cocktail and to unwind with a good book. But when a handsome stranger approaches her in a dive bar promising a pocket full of orgasms and for the gentleman to be gone by sun-up, she lets a certain blond-haired wizard lure her into bed with him. Things take a turn when she spies the Dark Mark stamped on his forearm.

No one said you have to like your soulmate. Alecto Carrow certainly despised Antonin Dolohov, and if his fantasies about murdering her were anything to go by, she'd say the feeling was mutual.

With the Order desperate for a way to overthrow Voldemort after Ginny is killed & Harry & Ron are left comatose, Dumbledore invokes a new plan. Like the succubus, Morgana, Hermione must harvest the magical essence of the wizards around her. With eight powerful wizards frequenting her bed & sharing her magic, Hermione will find out what it's like to get a little closer than most

"How did you get in here?" she asked quietly, her voice husky from sleep as she worked to keep him from hearing the fear festering in her heart. "The doggie-door," he answered sarcastically and Hermione closed her eyes, shaking her head to herself and adjusting her grip on the knife.

When Draco's wife is caught cheating and pregnant to another man, Draco must fight for custody of his son, Scorpius. Hermione, determined to ensure her son, Aurelian, grows up knowing his brother without Draco finding out, somehow winds up tangled into the middle of Draco's impending divorce. Can she help it if she also keeps finding herself tangled in his embrace, and liking it?

"Oh... my..." Hermione breathed when he flung her back against the wall once more, realising she knew why he'd come; knew how he'd survived when even her healing efforts ought not to have saved him from his well-earned oblivion. "Tethered Souls," he snarled in her face, looming over her threateningly. "You tethered our fucking souls, Granger!"

Antonin Dolohov had never loathed anyone so much in all his life. He'd certainly never wanted someone this much. He'd done terrible things, but kidnapping and blackmailing his favourite mudblood into shagging him was low, even for him. Too bad he can think of no other way to share his undisclosed desires.

Convicted of her crimes in the lead up to and during the war, Hermione Granger is carted off to serve life in Azkaban. Rubbing shoulders with her fellow convicts, Thorfinn Rowle, Antonin Dolohov and Rabastan Lestrange, Hermione does everything she can to hang onto her sanity, her dignity and her magic. Even caged birds sing. No matter how bad things look from behind bars.

Every Halloween, Severus Snape mourns Lily Evans and her untimely death, but this year, Hermione Granger has an idea to mend his broken heart... at the expense of her own.

Thorfinn Rowle had a mission: Ruin Hermione Granger's life like she'd almost ruined his. To trap a lion cub is easy, but when this little lioness grows up Thorfinn will have to walk a knife-edge between hate and love to avoid her sharp claws. Revenge is a dish best served cold and unspoken promises are deadly.

The Ministry is offering rewards for having children. They've got a list of unconventional pairings and their willing to give certain people the thing they want most. When Ron overreacts to the idea of Hermione being paired with Mafloy and does something stupid, Hermione's life is set on a new path. One that involves having a baby with Draco Malfoy.

The mission should have been simple. Seduce a Death Eater for capture and interrogation by the Order, who would hold him hostage until such time that his usefulness ran out. Hermione had agreed to help with the seduction part of that mission. She didn't agree to babysitting an angry Death Eater in a remote safe house. And she sure as hell didn't agree to Thorfinn Rowle.

"Very well," Theo said quietly. "But fair warning, Ms. Granger. As of Monday, that excuse is also at its expiration."

It was their seventh year, and seven was the most magical of numbers. Seven, like the number of Horcruxes she knew he would end up making. Seven, like the number of times he'd made her come last night. Seven, like the number of times she'd tried to kill him since her return. Seven, the number of times she'd failed. Seven times he'd lied to her tonight... seven was a powerful number

Turning his wand on the witch at his feet, Viktor reached for the darkest parts of his magic, and though it felt as though it would split his very soul, he uttered the spells that would torment the poor witch beyond comprehension, yearning all the while to scoop her up and take her away from all this.

"You forget about this?" he asked, reaching for something on her skin and Hermione whined in agony when he dug a claw into something painful on her right shoulder. "What? What did you...? Did you bite me last night?" she gasped in horror.

Paroled to preserve their magical bloodlines, Thorfinn Rowle and Antonin Dolohov are just trying to get on with their lives. A drunken one night stand between Hermione and Thorfinn, coupled with Dolohov's obsession with the curly haired witch, lead them toward a series of unexpected, but not entirely unfortunate events.

An act of kismet whilst herb gathering sees Hermione interacting with an unknown werewolf. When he bites her while she is in her animagus form, he sets into motion a twisted destiny that binds them together as mates. With Remus and Sirius there to help her through, Hermione's biggest worry is finding out the identity of the werewolf who marked her.

Hermione applies to foster the children of Thorfinn Rowle, Antonin Dolohov, and Fenrir Greyback while the convicted Death Eaters are in prison. The Ministry is more than willing to let her take up the role no one else wants, there's just one catch. She's got to gain 'permission' from their father's to raise the boys. And she will. By whatever means necessary.