Irenechoco
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Hermione shook her head violently, trembling with rage. “You’re mad. You’re selfish. You don’t love me, Draco, you just want to own me. You’ve twisted everything - your morals, your loyalty - just to justify this obsession.”
Draco’s jaw clenched. His hands curled into fists, but his voice was steady and cold.
“Maybe I am twisted. Maybe I am selfish. Fuck morals, fuck sides, fuck all of it. If you’re free when the Order wins, or mine if Voldemort does, then I can live with that. That’s all that matters.”
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After being captured and watching her friends die at the hands of Voldemort, Hermione continues to fight on her own. Her will to fight is her only chance of survival.
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- Part 2 of truly madly deeply 2025
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Draco devises a plan to get back into society’s good graces after the war: he simply needs to secure an optically favorable marriage and a halfblood heir.
His methods in binding Hermione Granger to his side are not quite above board, but who better than a little mudblood to pull his own family’s name out of the mud?
“Agh. G-granger. The puffer eyes. They got me.”
“What do you mean, ‘they got you’?” Hermione asked suspiciously. The eyes were used in swelling solution, but on their own, without direct skin contact, had very little effect to—
Malfoy was leaning heavily against the only stone wall that didn’t have shelving, the front of his robes tented obscenely.
"Oh, God! Merlin-"
“What, Granger? You don’t want to kiss it and make it better?”
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- Part 4 of Breeding Stock Multiverse
- Part 1 of Breeding Hermione
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He saw her again, for the first time since the war, in the bowels of the Ministry, a horrid place to be in general, and even worse when the breath was knocked out of you.
When Hermione Granger (dash Krum — he acknowledged this for one time only, and then refused to think it again) stepped into the conference room, Draco’s first thought was: tight.
Horrid, misogynistic, leering. He was no better than a wizard on the street. But it didn’t apply just to her body — wrapped in a combination of robes and a navy sheath dress, slightly pleated at the collar — but to her hair, which was coiled into a bun that drew out the planes of her face. Her eyes, tight. Her lips, tight. Her hands, which clutched a sheaf of parchment, tight. Her demeanour, which was utterly controlled.
Tight.
He wanted to break it. It lit him up, from the base of his spine to his brainstem, this desire.
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Or, Draco Malfoy sees what he wants, and pulls the strings to get it.
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Oh, she was so wrong. And Pansy was right.
Again.
It was the small things at first, Draco chipping at her sensibilities little by little.
It started just how it was with him, when he was making her mind and body melt with his aggressive and relentless attention to her body.
Just as Pansy said, Draco loved playing the long game. And boy did he thrive in that department.