When Hermione returns to Hogwarts alongside many of her peers to complete her 8th year, she is not expecting the course of events that will lead her into a game of seduction, lies, deceit and mind-blowing sex. She certainly never expected it to have anything to do with what Draco Malfoy did to her at Malfoy Manor during the war.

Post-war, eighth-year marriage law fic. In a world where pureblood pomp collides with muggleborn sass not everything is as it seems. As the pairings unfold in the most peculiar matches, the current and former students of Hogwarts have a learning curve ahead of them. Little do they know that those people they called enemies might turn out to be their perfect match.

There is a magical Vegas, and it's pretty damn awesome. Hermione goes partying for Ginny's hennight, gets drunk and wakes up married to someone unexpected. Unfortunately, Magical divorce isn't as easy as the Muggle version, and when the papers get wind of what happened... Well, let's just say that Hermione's eighth year is not going to be what she expected it to be.

"I'm going to make buttons out of your bones, Malfoy!" Hermione gritted out as she thrashed about trying dislodge his grip on her wrists. Draco chuckled darkly. "I don't think so, Granger. I recall telling you a few moments ago that I was going to show you how hard things could be. I aim to deliver on that promise." A veela Dramione drabble fic.