Kylo Ren attempts to interrogate Rey, but finds a power in her unlike any other. Intrigued, he sets out to teach her, and make her his, despite the Light that shines so fiercely through her. Rey wants no part of the Dark side, but not everything about her captor seems Dark. In the end, who will be the one who changes the other? Rated M in advance for later content.

After their lightsabor battle Rey is recaptured by Kylo Ren. Now she must either die or reluctantly accept the training of a too eager teacher.

After her first encounter with Kylo Ren, Rey just can't seem to get him out of her head. Or her dreams.

The past four years have built up to the moment that will define everything for Damon and Elena. When reality comes crashing down around them, they find themselves looking back on the past and trying to decide where to go from here. AU. AH.

"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.

"That incident, their first kiss, always reminded her of a car crash; people often described how they could recall every moment before and every moment after, but the impact itself was lost or hazy, like when you find a new bruise and can't remember where it came from. And Hermione could genuinely remember every detail that followed the impact. Every detail." Dramione. One-shot.

Its Hermione Granger's 7th year. Voldermort is dead, she is Head Girl, and she is about to start a real relationship with Ron. Everything is perfect, or so she thinks. When everything goes wrong and the unthinkable happens, who will help her survive.

Draco pushed her to the wall, kissed her roughly on the lips, then punched the glass window beside her head. It smashed into pieces and the crowd who had parted for him seconds ago gasped. Hermione couldn't. She couldn't even breathe. What have you done?