He loves her. He can't get over how much he loves her. But she's not his. Not completely, and that's something that has to change, or it will never be enough.

Antonin Dolohov had never loathed anyone so much in all his life. He'd certainly never wanted someone this much. He'd done terrible things, but kidnapping and blackmailing his favourite mudblood into shagging him was low, even for him. Too bad he can think of no other way to share his undisclosed desires.

'Shhh, kitten…' He hissed, letting his hand go down her body, using his finger to trace down the valley between her perky breasts. Hermione held her breath, feeling her whole body stiffen due to the contact of his fingertips with her heated skin and soon, he started to undo the buttons of her shirt, one by one, seductively. 'Don't talk, just feel…' Shameless smut/OoTP compliant

Following old traditions, Hermione Granger is offered as a sacrifice for the Kingdom of Hogwarts to flourish. (Tomione. Creature AU. Veela. Lemons.)

It's Harry's 25th Birthday and upon finding his wife in a very compromising position, he intends on enjoying his surprise present.

Hermione is kidnapped by Severus Snape and taken to Lord Voldemort, who behaves in a bizarrely familiar manner with Hermione. When she's rocketed back in time by Voldemort, she realises just why he knew her so well in the 1990s - it was because he'd known her very well indeed, as Tom Riddle, in an entirely different time. She had to go back because she'd been there. Re-upload.

Roman (non-magical) AU. When Draco Malfidus became the new Proconsul of Gallia Narbonensis, he thought he'd finally have a quiet year. He didn't think his wife would die, that he'd have to buy a new slave to take care of his son, and that this slave would bring such trouble to his home. Hermione lost all her family to the Romans and is out for revenge. (I blame Ariel Riddle.)

Antonin's eyes studied the picture of the girl in the soft blue dress, as she was twirled around by a boy in Durmstrang robes. Krum eyed the girl, Hermione, his mouth set in a grim line. Her face could not have been more different, her eyes twinkled when he bowed, and she erupted into fits of giggles every time she was lifted, lighting up the whole picture with her smile.

He hated that he agreed to this marriage. Ramsay hated her. Her face disgusted him. Her body disgusted him. Her beautiful screams were worse of all. He wanted to hate her, abuse her in the worse way, all because he didn't find her disgusting at all. In fact he enjoyed her. And that, was truly revolting. *Smut will be involved in later chapters*

The press of curved silver against her cheek. Sharp. Blood pulsing under the skin. And beneath that, dizzying ecstasy, a kind of sickening thrill. The whisper of breath against her mouth, cool and metallic. "Wendy."

Hermione is imprisoned in Malfoy Manor. Lucius Malfoy has needs. And if Lucius Malfoy wants something, he generally gets it. But someone is watching. Still, if you're Lucius Malfoy, that's not necessarily a bad thing. HG/LM. Bad Lucius. Innocent Hermione. For a while, at least. Mature readers only, please. Ongoing.

ONE-SHOT - Just another day at the Ministry for Hermione and Percy discussing new developments and improvements around the departments. As the swottiest of swots knows, lunchtime is clearly the best time of day to dig in and discuss such things. - Pervmione - PWP - BDSM themes.

..Happy/OC.. A series of one-shots involving Happy and Emily from "Man of Mayhem" and "Fear the Reaper". She didn't want to think about it at all because then she would have to admit to herself the type of man she found herself with and if she was with Happy and happy with him, what sort of person did that make her?

Preparing to leave the one you care for is never easy, even if it's only for a few days. Juice is headed out on a run and comes to an interesting realization. Throw in a pair of panties for good measure. Prequel to Cookies and Bath Time. Juice/OC

..Happy/OC.. A continuation of "Man of Mayhem". He absolutely terrified her and he did nothing to change her opinion of him.

"I was too wound up. Decided to bake some stuff." His fingers grazed her knee as she spoke and goose bumps pimpled her skin in their wake. "Looks like you're getting ready to open a storefront…you trying to get me fat?" She laughed as he continued his ministrations. The sound was music to his ears. Juice/OC

..Happy/OC.. She totaled his check and as she did with any other customer for their bill, she drew a quick smiley face at the bottom with a quick note. Please come again! Though with him, she wasn't sure she meant that.

Oberyn survives the duel against the Mountain, but it comes at a price. Lyanna is not happy about it. OberynxLyanna

Elizabeth hated him. Every part of him. But as much as she tried to deny it, he was her undoing and she was his prize. It was a power struggle. But she was breaking, and soon enough, all of her would be his. Lord Beckett would not stop until he shattered her and would ruthlessly pursue her until she was a piece in his realm of control and power. Beckabeth smut.

His obsession with her all started with a scarf, some perfume and a red dress. Anything that happened after that wasn't his fault, really it wasn't.

Much as he wanted to ignore the wolf that paced so impatiently inside him, he couldn't. Nor could he ignore the desire that wolf had for a witch he shouldn't but can't help wanting.