The Ministry enacts a Marriage Law, magically pairing couples who'd never in a million years agree to even speak, let alone wed. Paired off with Malfoy, Hermione has to suffer the added indignity of the Ministry banning all contraception and forcing fertility treatment and aphrodisiacs on them all. Draco's secret makes it worse.

Avaline and Connor have made a great team in the past year since she moved to the homestead to help carry out his missions... even if his insistent need for silence was incredibly irritating. (smut... but cute smut)

He grabbed her wrist with his left hand and pinned it above her head, pressing their forearms together, Dark Mark against Mudblood scar. Death Eater against Muggle-born. "The war left scars on both of us that we didn't ask for. But you still flinch when you see mine. And what's why I will never deserve to have you." Slow-burn Dramione. Canon compliant. EWE.

*COMPLETE* Dragged to Malfoy Manor, Hermione is tortured for information on Harry's whereabouts. When the Cruciatus curse proves useless, Bellatrix settles on a heinous course of action to loosen her tongue. Forced to come together under threat of death, Draco and Hermione are about to learn there is more to their relationship than hatred.

Simba sets off on a quest to help a stranded human named Daniel return to his people, and hopefully to prevent the Pride Lands from being discovered by mankind. A sequel to my fan fiction The Lion King V: Man Comes to the Pride Lands, this fan fiction is written in collaboration with Dreaming18, Haradion, Incarnate Firefly, the almighty alphamon, and TRON0602.

It was morning in Roanapur, and the great Revy Two-Hands was hunched over in the bathroom hurling her guts out. It was a ritual she was all too familiar with, waking up in the morning only to discover that her body had its limit with the liquor. Only this time, it wasn't due to drinking. M for language.

He can't leave the room. Her room. And it's all the Order's fault. Confined to a small space with only the Mudblood for company, something's going to give. Maybe his sanity. Maybe not. "There," she spat. "Now your Blood's filthy too!" DM/HG. PostHBP.