Snuff-Dramione - The Return.
CONTINUED FROM FANFIC SNUFF-DRAMIONE: https://fanfiction.com.br/historia/212815/Snuff_-_Dramione/ It is recommended that you read Snuff before reading the comeback. However, you can take a risk to see if you like the writing and then read Snuff. x-x THE SYNOPSIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR SNUFF-DRAMIONE, PART I. x-x ~POST HOGWARTS FIC~ Despite the mutual hatred they felt for each other, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy developed a contentious affair. At first it was just sex, nothing more. But as time passed, they both realized that things weren't as simple as they would have liked... On Hermione Granger's wedding to Ronald Weasley thirteen years ago, Draco had confessed to her, hoping to have her. there for you. That day, they consummated their love for each other. However, despite promising to give up the marriage, the chestnut chose to abandon Malfoy to spend his days with Ron Weasley. He just didn't trust the blonde enough and didn't want to let all his friends down. After nearly dying of depression over the chestnut decision, Draco moved on with his life. Until, twelve years later, at Kings Cross station, he saw her again accompanied by a boy who, unusually in the Weasley family, did not have red hair. Faced with this situation, he returned to hate her intensely, because she had done something even more unforgivable than simply leaving him behind. She had stolen for herself something that also belonged to him. Now, thirteen years later, Hermione had decided to return. What the hell did she want with him? Where could this reunion take them? Was it possible that he could feel anything but hate for her again? And she, was she regretting her decisions? Did she still have feelings for Draco? Just reading to find out.
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Blood. From the wounded of the War between your Side and His side. Blood. From the abyss that distinguished them as if they were of another species. Blood. That her heart pumped so hard every time he kissed her. Blood. Pain oozed from their soul every time they reaffirmed their mutual hatred. And since when do bloody stories have happy endings? x-x Hermione is in her seventh year at Hogwarts. She is happy to have become Head Girl, but is extremely frustrated when she discovers that she will have to make nightly rounds with Draco Malfoy, her worst enemy. The two argue all the time and hate each other to the last hair. Combined with the tense atmosphere in the Wizarding World from Voldemort's return and frequent Death Eater attacks, what she wants most is distance from her best friend Harry Potter's enemies. Furthermore, she is in love with Ron Weasley, who never seems to realize this fact. Things couldn't get any worse for her, could they? Oh, and how could they! She was just too innocent to know in that moment what hate would become... She was a mudblood. He was a pureblood. And in the end, it would always be a matter of blood.
CONTINUED FROM FANFIC https://fanfiction.com.br/historia/779568/Snuff-_Dramione_-_O_Retorno/ They never thought they would have something one day. But that day came. Without both of them being able to avoid it. It was just too vicious, too necessary. It was more than sex, it was…No, it couldn't be love. Hermione Granger loved Ron Weasley. She had agreed to marry him. It couldn't be love. So what made it hurt like a knife to his soul? Draco Malfoy didn't know if he even wanted to find out.
Após o Baile de Inverno, Harry Potter e Draconia Malfoy começaram um relacionamento que ninguém em Hogwarts poderia descobrir. Entre provocações, encontros escondidos e regras que vivem quebrando, a Sala Precisa se tornou o único lugar onde podem simplesmente ser Harry e Draconia. Mas depois de uma noite que deveria durar apenas mais cinco minutos , os dois acordam juntos, atrasados e perigosamente confortáveis demais um com o outro. Agora precisam recuperar a dignidade, organizar os uniformes e atravessar Hogwarts sem levantar suspeitas. O problema? Chegar juntos à aula de McGonagall pode ser mais arriscado do que qualquer duelo.
What if Draco Malfoy had been born a girl? Summer, 1996. Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban, the Dark Lord has moved into Malfoy Manor, and the family's heiress, who was supposed to be a son, has just been given the Dark Mark and a task: kill Albus Dumbledore before the school year is out. If she fails, her father will have nothing left to come home to. Draconia Malfoy is twenty. Her aunt Bellatrix taught her Occlumency by screaming at her, and there's one memory she hides even from the Dark Lord: at the Yule Ball, she dragged Harry Potter onto the dance floor and, for a few minutes, told him the truth. It ended badly. A year and a half later, Harry helped send her father to Azkaban. Now, in sixth year, Harry is sure she's become a Death Eater. He's right. And he can't stop following her. Half-Blood Prince, retold from both sides: enemies to lovers, a redemption that comes at a price, and a love that doesn't absolve. It forces a choice. (Genderswap AU. Everyone is four years older than in canon, so twenty in sixth year, and there's no romance before eighteen.) Dual POV: Harry and Draconia.
Rosalinda Fox está no último ano em Hogwarts, dividida entre o sonho de se tornar curandeira, as amizades que tornam seus dias mais leves e um sentimento antigo que nunca conseguiu abandonar: sua paixão por Draco Malfoy. O problema é que o garoto que ela guarda na memória não parece ter muito em comum com o rapaz arrogante e cruel que ele se tornou. E, depois de um confronto que nenhum dos dois parece disposto a esquecer, Rosalinda descobre que despertar a atenção de um Malfoy pode ser muito mais perigoso do que continuar amando-o em silêncio... Afinal, seu pai trabalha para Lucius Malfoy há anos. Uma ligação que trouxe conforto à família Fox, mas que também a colocou em uma posição da qual talvez não seja tão fácil escapar. Entre lembranças da infância, sentimentos contraditórios e segredos que ameaçam ir além dos corredores de Hogwarts, Rosalinda precisará descobrir se o tempo transforma as pessoas (ou apenas revela quem elas sempre foram). Porque algumas histórias começam muito antes dos protagonistas se darem conta. E nem todo sentimento guardado está destinado a florescer.
Draco Malfoy had an excellent opinion of Harry Potter. Living with him was beginning to change that. With his Mayfair flat under renovation, staying with the famous swimmer had seemed like a sensible suggestion from his best friend, Hélène Blanche. Potter was disciplined, polite, and had inconveniently lovely green eyes. What Hélène hadn’t mentioned were the mugs, the overnight guests, and the irritating ease with which Harry made him laugh. Between afternoon teas, research that kept no office hours, and an Olympic qualifier, Draco was discovering that he might like Harry even better once he stopped seeming perfect.