They're sent stumbling back into the wall and his fingers are harsh against the tender skin of her neck. His killing hands. His killing hands wrapped around her throat. Dark thrill curls at the base of her spine. Here she is. At the mercy of a monster. A man without a soul.

"If your idea of seduction is trying to shag me with your mousy little eyes, Granger, then let me assure you that you are not going to get laid." A minor summer course in Literature turns out to be a lot more than Hermione expected. And it's all Tom Riddle's fault. (AU)

"The Ministry has a tight leash on you, Granger and if you're not careful, it's going to turn into a noose...and you won't even know it." / When Harry Potter is captured, a Final Plan is put into motion by a failing Resistance, involving a betrayed Malfoy, a treacherous Nott and one imprisoned Muggle witch. (AU War-fic)

"...You can't love me, can you?" His lips brush against hers, his voice husky and there's something like longing in his dark eyes. She pulls back a little, her hands pressing into his warm chest as she looks at him with those haunting green eyes. And she smiles this sad, broken smile. "...No, I don't think I can," (Dark, smutty and now complete. )

She was tired and weary, firewhiskey swirling in her veins. The ache between her legs magnified when she fell into bed. The cacophony of gasps and moans stuck her. And that night, Hermione Malfoy fell asleep to the sound of her husband making love to another woman.. Dark One-Shot with Lemon...not recommended for all audiences.. R&R please..

When he comes at night with his copper eyes and crimson hair, she is alive. When he touches her skin with lust and tremulous desire, she is real. When he pushes himself into her with betrayal and roughness, she is true. Because with him, she exists. And it only takes one man with onyx eyes to ruin all of it- to bring her back to nothing...One-Shot Lemon..RandR - First SakuSasoSasu