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In the middle of a war, Hermione is stuck in the middle of nowhere.
With Draco Malfoy.
Without her friends, her magic, or her books, she has only her wits to rely on to survive her plight- to say nothing of her company. They've declared a truce, but somehow Draco keeps slipping past all her defences.Stranded together in the wilderness, Hermione and Draco are in for cold nights, endless snark, bad wine, and some interesting scars.
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Hermione Granger wasn’t planning to offer to deflower her colleague and friend, Draco Malfoy. Nor did she expect him to accept the odd proposal.
Now, they're drafting sex agendas, negotiating terms and limits, and scheduling orgasms like it's one of their curse-breaking Ministry projects. It's strictly professional (of course), except Draco is painfully hot in that nerdy way, tragically inexperienced, and has these eyeglasses that should be illegal.
Seven days. One thirty-year-old virgin. Zero chance of staying just friends.
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- Part 1 of The Agenda Series
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"I don't want your pity, Granger," he seethes. "I'm still in your debt. I haven't made amends yet."
"Oh, so you're planning to?" she asks more cheekily than she is feeling.
Malfoy's eyes flash as if she had challenged him to a duel.
"Is there something you need? Just say the word and I'll give it to you. Or do you prefer actions? I'm willing to do fucking anything..."
Hermione's heart is beating indecently fast. She masks her fascination with a sceptically raised eyebrow.
"Anything," she echoes.
"Anything," he confirms.
"All right, then. For starters, I'd like you to stop crowding me against this bookshelf."
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- Part 1 of Anything Universe
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How to Hopelessly Confuse Detachment with Indifference by TheDae
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
11 Oct 2023
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When Draco looked up, he realized that the only reason her arse had greeted him first was because she was bent over Ronald Weasley's desk, feeding the undeserving git biscuits. He felt as if someone had ripped his heart from his chest, dipped it in black ink, left it to freeze on the snowy shore of the Black Lake, and then smashed it into a million pieces with a Beater's bat. Poetic, yes, but painful as fuck.
Fall in love, they said. It'll be fun, they said, he thought bitterly. Been there, done that, and it's nothing but a giant pile of shit.
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- Part 2 of Fucking Up for Beginners