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Chapter 5: "I didn't want you anyway" from Maneater! by ethereal_mads

Comission by @ Idiotbox

Commission by me by @ idiotbox for "Maneater!" by ethereal_mads

New cover by the lovely @bekazimi for "The Sex Agenda" by ethereal_mads

New cover art by @bekazimi for "The Dating Plan" by ethereal_mads

New cover art by Idiotbox for "Maneater!" by ethereal_mads

Cover art for "The Shape of Hunger" by ethereal_mads

Written for Death Eaters Do It Better Fest 2026 (fics revealed on March 20th)

Summary:

He was supposed to be the Dark Lord’s greatest weapon.

Instead, he became a monster that only craved her.

New cover art for The Sex Agenda

Created in Cavna by me. Image via Pinterest (old advertisement)

New chaper live on THE VIRGIN METHOD by ethereal_mads on ao3

Summary:

Draco Malfoy had survived ten years of working with Hermione Granger without once confessing his attraction, his inexperience, or his increasingly alarming thoughts about her snog-able mouth.

All it took to ruin that streak was one drunken night and a single, ill-advised offer.

Now, there’s a seven-day sex agenda, a baffling number of lessons for his deflowering, and the discovery that Hermione Granger—queen of the swots, trusted colleague, long-time friend, and carefully catalogued as strictly platonic—is a variable no amount of planning can account for.

Love, it turns out, does not follow methodology.

The Virgin Method by ethereal_mads

Summary:

Draco Malfoy had survived ten years of working with Hermione Granger without once confessing his attraction, his inexperience, or his increasingly alarming thoughts about her snog-able mouth.

All it took to ruin that streak was one drunken night and a single, ill-advised offer.

Now, there’s a seven-day sex agenda, a baffling number of lessons for his deflowering, and the discovery that Hermione Granger—queen of the swots, trusted colleague, long-time friend, and carefully catalogued as strictly platonic—is a variable no amount of planning can account for.

Fic: Forgive Me, Father (by ethereal_mads on Ao3)

Summary:

Father Draco hadn't known what he was inviting into his parish the day he first met Hermione Granger. If he had, he never would've offered her the confessional—much less on his knees at the altar, praying into the heat between her thighs.

Fic: "forgive me, father" by ethereal_mads (on ao3)

Summary:

Father Draco hadn't known what he was inviting into his parish the day he first met Hermione Granger. If he had, he never would've offered her the confessional—much less on his knees at the altar, praying into the heat between her thighs.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/74807826

Fic: forgive me, father by ethereal_mads (on ao3)

Summary:

Father Draco hadn't known what he was inviting into his parish the day he first met Hermione Granger. If he had, he never would've offered her the confessional—much less on his knees at the altar, praying into the heat between her thighs.

Or Draco is just trying to be a good little priest, and Hermione is determined to be on Father Draco's naughty list this year.

New chapter out in ❤️‍🔥THE DATING PLAN❤️‍🔥 by ethereal_mads, and this one is a deliciously spicy one.

✨THE DATING PLAN✨

Chapter 9: Courtship Conditioning Metrics

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"So let me court you," Draco went on, the sigh in his chest shaking both of them. "Let me just try—with you and us and everything. The sooner we check off all the boxes, the sooner we will be done—" his mouth twitched knowingly "—the sooner it will just be us. You and me." 

Unable to help herself, she arched a brow. "Boxes? So what am I then? A checklist?" 

"Not at all." 

"Then what?" 

Another long breath escaped him, warmer this time as color rose high on his cheekbones, making him look awfully boyish and unarmoured. Godric, she'd never get tired of that, or rather, the innocence of him that came forward every now and then. 

"Hermione, you know you're more than a stupid box for me to check," Draco swore. "I—? That's—Salazar, that's not what I meant. I just—" He shook his head, almost laughing at himself. "Look, no matter what, I'm going to put you at the top of my list, Hermione Granger. Any hour. Any day. I'm going to always put you and your well-being and just… just… everything that you need first." 

Something tender unfurled in her chest, like a bloom cracking open during the first taste of springtime. 

And gods, for all the ridiculousness—Purebloodian contracts, archaic rules, meddling mothers, sharp-toothed house-elves—there was still this: Draco trying. 

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