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Hermione Granger wanted her company to succeed. She wanted to make a name for herself and her parents, even if that meant working herself half to death. Unfortunately, one of her best friends and best coworkers, Pansy Parkinson, refuses to allow Hermione to her the death of herself. After much arguing, Pansy managed to drag Hermione out of the office by her hair and demanded she attend an engagement party for one of their subordinates.
Irritated, tipsy, and more than a little stressed, Hermione stopped paying attention to her surroundings. Which ended with her bumping into a greasy looking man who immediately demands his spilt drinks be repaid with Hermione's body. Luckily for her, the rather attractive bartender doesn't take too kindly to harassment.
Unuckily for her, he has a terribly contagious smile and a sweet voice that Hermione is sure she could get addicted to.
When an accidental curse got released in the Hogwarts, the students start using the second floor abandoned bathroom for carnal purposes and they begins to suspect that they must have to cope with their heat and find their mates to find relief.
It has always been said that there is no place safer than Hogwarts... But that doesn’t apply when you’re the Dark Lord’s daughter and his most outspoken adversary is the school’s headmaster.
Returning to England after her seaside villa on the coast of the Albanian Riviera is attacked And her mother brutally murdered, Hermione Granger-Riddle is forced to enroll in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for her final year of education. Having to send his daughter deep behind enemy lines, Lord Voldemort decides to bend his own rules and recruit the most promising students into his daughter’s guard.
If chosen it’s a pass into the Inner Circle but there’s one catch...
Her guards won’t just bear the mark of a loyal Death Eater, they’ll become anchors to her unstable magic through means of marriage rites.
Hermione was just twelve years old when she decided she would follow Harry Potter anywhere. At thirty, she never would've imagined it would lead where it did. To a BDSM club in the middle of London. To kneeling on the floor by her Mistress.
Voldemort gives Draco, Lucius, and Severus to Fenrir. Instead of killing them, Fenrir turns them. On the other side of things, Harry is rescued by Hermione, Remus, and Luna, but are they fast enough to save his life. What happens when these two groups collide.
Hermione Granger--Malfoy's marriage life has been running into a bit of a…rut lately. So the couple open up their marriage and a chance to explore their sexual fantasies.
Draco Malfoy is devastated by his fiancée’s infidelity. He has to break her entirely in order to reclaim her. But will she be able to handle it? And which one of them will break first?
A plot? What plot? series about Draco and Hermione fucking. Oneshots that aren't necessarily connected. A little bit kinky, and mostly Dom!Draco and Sub!Hermione stuff.
Charlie Weasley is more than slightly suprised when Draco Malfoy is dumped on his living-room floor, hogtied and gagged. He quickly discovers that each of the Order of the Phoenix have been assigned a 'baby death eater' to rehabilitate, and Draco, fresh from his six months in Azkaban, is his... He's an experienced Dragon Tamer, and a Master Dom at the Reserve's BDSM club, but can he Tame this Dragon?
A Pure blood dark magic affected ron and his drastic measures to save pure blood lines from diminishing.
Hermione never planned on showing up at Harry's door so late. She hated having to bother the man when She and Ron's failing relationship became too much. But after a heated argument she can't stay in their flat any longer.
But she hadn't anticipated falling asleep against Harry after crying harder then she had in years. And she definitely didn't expect to wake up with his half hard cock pressed against her.
Draco and Hermione have already met, and neither of them have forgotten it.
Dramione Non-Con Short story AU- No Voldemort Post Hogwarts. Slightly older Draco Malfoy
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The friendship of Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley was not something anyone expected after the war - especially not Ron and Draco themselves.
The two unlikely friends test their friendship...with the help of their wives, Hermione and Pansy
There was something about catching the eye of an attractive stranger to make a girl feel special. She could feel her heart thud in her chest, and for a brief, striking moment, she felt like they were the only people in the room.
Or Hermione meets a mysterious singer in a bar.
Hermione signs the contract and spends her first night as Antonin's submissive.
After Sirius' death, Harry and Hermione got closer and closer. She became his and now the Chosen-one has someone to protect and he doesn't care about what's good or bad. He only cares about Mia.
Today was Sunday, Father’s Day, and Hermione wanted it to be perfect for her daddy.
Hermione is stressed and Luna has a solution.
A glimpse at the lives of Minerva Mcgonagall and Hermione Granger just after the war.
Inspired by the song Complex by Xana (https://open.spotify.com/track/5R1a0XN84btO27Bn5uV5BK?si=e541eb2818f44758 to listen - and please do its a great song!)
"Hermione didn’t dare move. She had never been alone in a room with Draco Malfoy before; their relationship had seemed to be hate-filled from the outside. Although, there was always a certain understanding between the two of them; even though they came from two completely different worlds, she felt empathy for him. Draco was wicked smart; people overlooked that about him. Hermione nearly killed herself with all the studying she crammed in to make sure she beat him in the top ranks of their year. He was the only person who ever challenged her intellectually. She always found him attractive, secretly. Attractive but irritating to say the least. He got on her nerves, thoroughly and often. She knew the feeling was mutual, but there was... a tension. Something she couldn’t explain."
It's eighth year at Hogwarts, post-second Wizarding War. Hermione finds herself in the arms of someone she least expects... How will the nightly events play out? And Godric, how did she end up here?

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"Things are going to be different at Hogwarts this year..." thought Hermione Granger as she and Ginny stepped off the Hogwarts Express alongside a tide of younger students. Ron and Harry had decided to skip their seventh year at the wizarding school, but a horde of basilisks wouldn't keep Hermione away from following the rules to the letter - even if she would be the first nineteen year old to attend the school in recent memory. But as she stepped off the train she couldn't help but think of her two friends and how she would miss their hijinks.
Much of Hogwarts' magical protection had faded after the battle with Voldemort, and witches and wizards from various magical construction companies were still busy restoring the defenses. With the amount of devastation done to the castle it was a job that took time even for the best of spell casters.
In the great hall, a new professor sat at the high table - a striking woman with reddish black hair and piercing eyes. "Everyone," began Professor McGonagall with a stern look on her face. "I would like to introduce Professor Melina Carniss. The school's board of directors has decided to make Seduction Magic part of the mandatory curriculum for all female students starting in their 5th year. This change apparently comes from a wealthy anonymous donor who has been financing the reconstruction. Professor Carniss has studied with sirens and veela and comes highly regarded in training young witches in... matters of the womanly arcane..."
Hermione fidgeted in her seat as the crowd of students began eating, thinking of Ron (and in a dark corner of her mind of Harry) and how he would be appalled that he wouldn't be around to help her practice her homework.
As was her way with every Hogwarts class - Hermione proved to be very adapt at Seduction Magic. She learned the art of dispelling clothing the first try - standing naked and proud in front of her classmates, her svelte body on display. Her achievement proved to be somewhat to her embarrassment - as the spell for re-summoning clothes proved to be much more intricate. She had to borrow Ginny's overcoat and awkwardly shuffle back to the common room to change - with Peeves in hot pursuit, blasting her with updrafts of wind the entire way.
As the weeks went on, she learned allure spells, ancient druidic lust ritual dances, potions to remove body hair, how to cast charms with just her eyes, and how to jinx her breasts to stay firm and full, even without support.
"Remarkable!" said Professor Carniss as she groped at Hermione's backside after yet another perfectly executed toning spell had rounded it out to a state of near perfection. "Class, come her and look at Miss Granger's handy work. This is the kind of ass that could launch a few dozen warships!" The rest of the class glared at Hermione jealously. "Miss Granger please see me after class."
After the last of her classmates had put on their clothes and exited the room, Hermione approached Professor Carniss' desk. "Yes, Professor?"
"Granger. Did you know that the new graduation requirements require you to take three years of Seduction Magic in order for the student to graduate? This means that even though you came back to school, you'll still need to take make-up courses for another year or two to make up the credits."
Hermione was dumbfounded. "But I--"
Carniss held up a finger for silence. "I have good news, Granger, and your 'butt' is part of it. You show remarkable progress in all areas, and your sex appeal is ass-tounding, if you'll forgive the pun. Even Miss Weasley, the second-most gifted student in the class isn't half as good as you are. And so if you're interested - there is a special assignment you could complete for me. If you pass, I'll give you the credits you need to graduate this year."
"I'll do it." Hermione said immediately, proudly puffing out her chest at the high praise from a teacher. "What is the assignment?"
"It's a practical," said Carniss holding up a small collar. "Put this on. It's a portkey that will activate in three minutes. It will teleport you to an audience who will grade your skills in seduction magic. You'll need to do your best, hold nothing back." She snapped the color around Hermione's neck and locked it. "I'll hold on to your wand for you until after you're finished. Are you ready?"
As Professor Carniss said the last word, the portkey activated and Hermione was jerked away. The ride was longer than a usual portkey, and for a few minutes things were unusually cold and black. Then suddenly, Hermione found herself on the floor of a large audience chamber, with a crowd of shadowy figures standing around her. Wasting no time, she began casting her seduction magic, slowly removing her clothes and enhancing her beauty in time with music she summoned from thin air. It was a breathtaking performance - the best she had ever done, and from the sounds in the audience she was really heating things up. She ended her routine by snapping a pose, facing in no direction in particular and then glanced around to see what would happen next.
After a few minutes of applause and murmurs from the crowd, Hermione Granger was beginning to become concerned. As her nipples hardened in the cold auditorium air, her mind churned with questions. The portkey still wasn't activating... Where was Professor Carniss? Did she still need to cast more seduction magic? She'd cast everything she knew...
While she was still puzzling out what to do, a loud booming voice echoed from behind her in a deep laugh. "HOHOHO..." And with a loud metallic CLINK a chain shot out of the darkness and attached itself to the collar. Lights began to come on and she saw that holding the other end of the chain was a monstrosity the likes of which she hadn't seen in even the most horrific pages of the various bestiaries that she had read.
Jabba the Hutt licked his lips at his latest prize and began to pull the nude and struggling witch closer to his slimy bulk, his tail thrashing with arousal and his eyes burning with lust.
Desperately Hermione tried to apparate away, but failed each time - the chain glowing blue with each attempt. Reaching into her vast library of wandless magic she began trying out spells at random, trying first to sever the chain, then to transfigure the monster, then to confund the whole audience chamber, but every spell was cancelled by the mysterious glowing chain.
Her only defense proved to be her thigh muscles: powerful, toned and firm from last week's Seduction homework. Planting her feet firmly she grabbed the chain and pulled back, trying to keep the beast from choking her with his savage jerks. But even so she was slowly losing ground as Jabba chucked and drooled - his vile tongue slurping his craggy lips as his red eyes crawled over her magically enhanced breasts and then went lower lingering at the spot between her straining thighs.
When she reached the edge of the throne, Hermione was able to use the edge as leverage against the beast and thought for a moment they had reached stalemate. But then Jabba boomed out a word, "SALACIOUS!"
From nowhere a hideously misshapen house elf materialized in front of Hermione. With an evil cackle the elf reached up and twisted Hermione's nipples with his tiny hands. Surprised and revolted, Hermione swatted at the spindly hands as they pinched and prodded her before remembering the chain--
The distraction was enough. With a pull that throttled the young witch, Jabba hauled her up onto his belly, wrapping his arms around her nubile body and pressing it into his fat. His hand went exploring near her backside. Slime greased her breasts as she squirmed, and Jabba laughed again - he enjoyed the feel of her pert nipples pressing against his scaly hide.
As she realized that all hope was lost she finally lost her cool - neither logic nor magic would help her. She screamed for half a second before Jabba's tongue crossed her lips, causing her to choke as his massive mouth muscle began to caress her own tongue.
But then it all came to her, quick as magic - a way out. As the Hutt's throbbing tail began to worm between her thighs Hermione began to remember...
Far away, in Hogwarts, Professor Flitwick knew something was wrong as soon as the bell signaled the start of class. Not once in all of her years as a student had Hermione Granger arrived less than 10 minutes early for class. While some professors complained at length about this precocious habit of the blossoming Gryffindor, Flitwick didn't mind. He admired his student's sharp mind and - when she wasn't looking - her shapely behind. He would never act on these feelings of course, his true love was his work. Usually inappropriate feelings such as those were prevented altogether by charms blocking the triggering of such emotions between teacher and student. However Hermione had passed the barrier into legal adulthood, and such wards no longer held true for her, even if the taboo remained.
During those chats before class-time Hermione would talk at length with the charms instructor on her other classes, while simultaneously helping him redesign and update his lesson plans for the week. Without her assistance he found himself unprepared to teach his upcoming lesson, and quickly excused himself - instructing the students to read chapter 47 & 3/5 from their textbook.
Once outside the classroom, he cast a patronus whispering, "Mr. Potter, would you mind using that map of yours to ascertain the location of Miss. Granger? She is late for my class, a statement that is nearly equivalent with the phrase 'hell is freezing over.' With the war less than a year from ending better to be safe than sorry, no?"
The response was not an answering patronus, but rather a flash of phoenix fire as Harry Potter and Ron Weasley appeared in the hallway. "She's not in Hogwarts!" exclaimed the young man still called the Boy Who Lived. "Quickly! We need to retrace her steps. What other classes does she have today?"
The boy who lived got his name from a special form of magic - a ritual sacrifice charm that originated from the love of a mother, dying in the place of her child. It's an ancient magic, and not something that Professors felt can or should be taught at Hogwards. There was no class for "rituals" at Britain's magical school, though Hermione had learned that it was offered as a sixth year elective at Durmstrang.
The sacrificial aspect of rituals was what shoehorned this branch of magic into the dark arts. Often animals would be killed, sometimes body parts removed, or unbreakable vows forged. But it was the sacrificing of a virgin's innocence that Hermione kept in mind, as Jabba's scaly tongue slurped at her breasts, her nipples painfully erect at the sensation. Apparently, one of the great mysteries of magic was contained between a woman's legs, a one-time source of power so great that wizards and witches have gone darker than Grindlewald to access it. In ancient times, druids would find virgin witches and "tap" them in more ways than one, Chinese sorcerers would disguise their daughters as sons until they were married, and Babylonian Warlock-Kings built incredible empires, by claiming the power of thousands of virgin slave-brides.
The sources didn't all agree on the exact details of such magic - it seemed that the power was often wild and hard to direct. The strength of the magic varied from woman to woman, but seemed to be strongest when the woman was at her most nubile age. Hermione knew that at 19, she was a bit young, but the energy would still be there, she'd just have to pray that she'd be able to focus it.
Cringing briefly at the thought of using her deflowering to escape from a hideous slug monster intent on violating her body, Hermione then pushed the thought out of her mind, as the tail continued to inch its way up, stroking her womanly li
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