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After the murder of Albus Dumbledore, Draco never makes it out of Hogwarts. Instead, he is captured, interrogated, and placed in the temporary care of someone who can help him lie low until a more permanent solution can be found. His caretaker? None other than one Hermione Granger. Stripped of his status, his wand, and his dignity, can Draco Malfoy find solace in the company of the muggleborn he once tormented?
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- Part 1 of Gift Series
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He believed his heart belonged to only one woman. Then someone entered his life, quietly, unexpectedly, and everything within him began to beat again. Deeper, calmer, purer than ever before.
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joie de vivre
/ˌZHwä də ˈvēvrə/
noun.
A French expression used to describe a cheerful, high-spirited enjoyment of life.Some things arrive without warning. Some of them are joy.
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Aurors Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger survive dark magic for a living. Life takes root where neither expected it to.
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- Part 1 of l’art de vivre
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A fertility crisis. A ticking clock. A desperate Minister seeking creative solutions before the Wizengamot forces through a Marriage Law.
When standard fertility treatments fail to address the post-war population crisis, Professors Granger and Snape must explore… alternative methodologies.OR
What happens when you give two lonely overachievers an impossible deadline and tell them the fate of the wizarding world depends on their ability to get extremely thorough about procreation.
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In 2003 Lord Voldemort won the war against the Order of Phoenix, destroying what was left of it. Seventeen years later, Draco Malfoy is an alcoholic who lives alone in a decaying Malfoy Manor with nothing else to keep him company but his solitude. Everything changes when a long believed dead witch is dragged to Azkaban and to save her from a future worse than death, Draco must take her with him.
Excerpt from Chapter 1:
When his grey eyes found her, he felt his stomach twisting inside his body. Her small figure was sitting in the furthest corner of the cell, with her arms wrapped around the legs she had bent to cover her nudity. A cascade of dark tangled curls rounded her oval face. Her chin was resting on the limited space between her knees. Her jaw was set. Her wrists and her ankles were covered by manacles from which started the chains that ended on the walls. She was so immobile that she might as well be under some petrifying spell but, whatever they had done to her, they didn’t manage to extinguish the fire in her eyes.