possessive draco malfoy

Eighth Year at Hogwarts was supposed to be Hermione’s. And it is, just not in the way she expects. Omegaverse fic.

Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are his true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself. WINNER: 2022 Top Dramione Fics on Reddit4th Place Wartime2nd Place BAMF!Hermione .............................................................. Draco cut her off. “You may have my wand, but you're not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.” Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.” “So. Is. Mine.” He growled back. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.” She narrowed her eyes. “I already told you I'd be more careful next time.” She better be. “One more thing.” “What, Malfoy?” she snapped, still angry she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted. He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.” She stared back in defiance. “We both are.” He couldn’t argue with that. She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.

Hermione Granger wanted to lose control. And Draco Malfoy wanted to take it.

“In my humble opinion there’s only three things that men should be and that is bloody, slutty, and pathetic.” And, on a good day, Draco Malfoy can be all three. When war heroine Hermione Granger and Azkaban-tattooed war criminal Draco Malfoy are forced to wed as part of Shacklebolt’s controversial Reconciliation Act, they openly fight the match and each other—their public brawls breathlessly reported by the press. Secretly, a deeply traumatized Draco delights in Hermione’s attention and pines for a real marriage with her—even as her forced proximity to the Black family magic irritates the cursed scar Bellatrix left on her arm, reminding her why she can never truly trust or forgive him. Then Hermione discovers that Draco’s blood will soothe the scar . . . and Draco is willing to trade his blood for her body. (With post-war blood purity politics, black market potioneers, Pansy Parkinson’s career advice, the Malfoys blackmailing Hermione’s Wizengamot opposition, BDE Neville Longbottom hunting Death Eaters, a slutty Theo Nott serving as Draco’s right-hand man, and Crookshanks loose in Malfoy Manor.)

After the war, Draco Malfoy seeks refuge from infamy in the Muggle world. A friendly Muggle couple takes him under their wing, but there’s a problem: they are intent on setting him up with their best friend, Hermione Granger. Or, in which the Muggle friends Hermione Granger undoubtedly would have had will not take no for an answer.

If there’s one thing Hermione Granger is good at, it’s using magic to fix her problems. And this time, her problem is sex. Luckily, she has the perfect solution: a locket enchanted with the Patented Daydream Charm. Whenever she opens it, she’ll find herself in Dreamland, where she can live out all her filthiest fantasies risk-free. The magic is a bit tricky, though. For some reason, Malfoy keeps showing up there with her. Thank goodness it’s only an illusion—if that was really him, she would never live it down. Meanwhile, Draco is determined to figure out who the fuck is cursing him to suffer through highly realistic, erotic hallucinations of his secret childhood crush. When he finds the culprit, there will be hell to pay.

Hermione, now in her mid-20s, is back at Hogwarts to pursue higher education. Trying to forget the trauma carved into her by the war, she spends one lust-filled night with a certain pureblood. But that night will have consequences.While her personal life unravels, a string of mysterious murders forces her to work together with Draco Malfoy, who himself seems to carry many secrets. "He scared her. Not because he wielded killing curses like they were nothing, but because he seemed to understand her in a way that even she didn’t. The more she let him in, the more power he had to destroy her." Come for the smut, stay for the plot. Read if you like:- Murder mystery- Dark Arts- Hurt/ Comfort- Hermione and Draco both deal with PTSD- Angst, so much angst

“Your hoodie.” “Pardon me?” Draco’s eyes lit up at her bluntness. “Your. Hoodie.” Her fingers played around the edge of his collar, letting her nails scrape the inside of his neck. “What about it, Granger?” “I like it. I want it. You’re going to give it to me.” “Oh is that so?” He laughed, enamored by her demand. “And why would I do that, hmm?” “You said, and I quote, ‘Scream my name and I’ll give you anything you want’. Well I did just that, tenfold…so what I want,” Hermione pulled on the fabric until her chest collided with his, until her lips were a breath away from his ear, “is to rip this godsforsaken piece of clothing off your body, and wear it for myself while you fuck me into your expensive sheets.” ———OR——— The one where Hermione Granger gets shagged thoroughly by Professional Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy in his favorite hoodie…and other shenanigans!

Post-war wizarding Britain is struggling and the population is dwindling. It’s 2009 and Hermione Granger is on the fast track to becoming the youngest Minister for Magic. But power in magical Britain is precarious. In a second, Hermione's world comes crashing down. A marriage law is invoked. Hermione must pioneer it or risk everything she holds dear. One way or another, she would be Minister. She just didn't expect to be doing it with Draco Malfoy at her side. OR If no one would let her be Minister, she was going to take it. And Draco Malfoy was going to help her do it.

“You’d have better luck with the tipsy blonde by the door,” she jutted her chin that way. A petite blonde that had obviously had one drink too many swayed softly by the door – flashing pouty lips in Theo’s direction. “Maybe,” Theo crooned, mixing a long island. “But I want you. Come on, beautiful, stop fighting it. I see the way your body responds to me. But I’m a patient man – I can wait,” he added, seeing the retort on her tongue. “It can be fun, no strings attached. Or bring the bloody strings, Hermione. I think you’ll find I’m the open for anything sort.” “You make it really hard to tell you no, Theo,” she laughed, thinking about the reason why she always told him no. “Is that a yes, then?” he asked, a faint twinkle in his eye. “No.”

Heiress Harriet Potter never would have agreed to auction a Courtship Date for charity all those months ago if she knew that Heir Draco Malfoy intended to offer her a courtship.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” she’d said, and who was he to refuse Granger promising him something possibly sexy or salacious. Or In which Hermione gives Draco a muggle cell phone and he learns about the joys of receiving nudes.

Hermione Granger decides to play a game of Veritaserum on Valentine's night with her two boyfriends, Draco and Theo… and Mattheo Riddle.