"You want this just as bad as I do, Berkshire." Draco says looking down at her "Stop." Faye demands. she does want him, bad. But she can never admit it.

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

*This story has a messy plot and unedited writing.* "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞" 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" Zelia has never had it easy. And it gets worse when she transfers to Hogwarts, where she will deal with rumours, lies, betrayal and danger. And as the war approaches, the ministry wants her dead, Voldermort wants to use her as a weapon and her cruel dad wants her power for himself. And she deals with all of this, all while falling in love with Draco Malfoy. He would set fire to the world around him for her, but would never let a flame touch her.

In which honesty had never been so missed and verity ever so falsified. "Then ruin me, Malfoy." - A Draco Malfoy fanfic with a messy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language, 18 + All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Clara Adams, Navy White, William White, Asher Lewis Dalton, and the plots created by me. But other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

"Come on Rose!" her friends called her back. Rose took one last look at her headmaster, but to her surprise he was already looking at her. "Don't be out past the prefect curfew," her headmaster scolded her, before turning on his heel to walk away. "No promises." she mumbled just in time for him to hear her. Draco Malfoy was indeed a very handsome man to stare at, but he made it nearly impossible to stay away from him despite being the schools headmaster.

••UNDERGOING MAJOR REWRITES!!•• ((currently editing chapter10)) "One day I looked at you, and it suddenly occurred to me how beautiful your smile was, I heard music in your laughter; I saw constellations in your eyes. You asked me why I had bothered to open my mouth to talk to you. The second I denied any feelings for you was the moment I realised. Willow, you are a free spirit, a wandering star, though you fit in my arms as if you were made to be there. Quite honestly, I'd let you drag me to Azkaban if it means you'll hold my hand." tw- anxiety//suicide

"All I wished for was to not be a Slytherin. Pure blood supremacy was woven into the material of those jade coloured ties and I would rather strangle myself with one than wear it." After returning from her time spent on the run, Lyra, unruly, sarcastic and sardonic, is sent to Hogwarts In hope it will keep her out of trouble and help her fulfil the future her pureblood parents have planned for her. She is determined not to fall into the pure blood, blood supremacy trap and is set on never marrying a Pureblood or succumbing to their dark, immoral ways. That is until she meets one particular blonde, who will change her insular life as she knows it. And with the war slowing looming will she choose her Family or her beliefs? •started 28th of December 2020•

18+ Elara Melody was a simple girl who lived a simple life. That was until she received her letter to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She meets and befriends the golden trio but also likes to keep herself separate from all the trouble they get into. Like i said, she was a simple girl. However, during her time at the school, she meets a boy called Draco Malfoy and he was anything but simple. Elara and Draco have a mutual hatred for each other, but how long does it take before the lines between hate and lust get blurred? ❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋ "Answer me Melody" he said, this time pushing my wrists further into the wall, starting to cause some pain. Bearable pain however, so I continued ignoring him. "You fucking answer me when I speak to you" he shouted at me, persistently pushing my wrists harder into the wall and getting close to my face in an attempt to intimidate me. ❋❋❋❋❋❋❋❋ Slowburn, enemies to lovers Goes between Elara's pov and Draco's pov Follows the normal timeline mostly PLEASE DON'T RE-UPLOAD ANYWHERE OR PRINT THIS STORY DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE CHARACTERS OTHER THAN ELARA MELODY AND JOE WHITTERS

"I scare myself sometimes, Part of me didn't want to hurt myself- thought it was stupid. However, a larger, Darker side of me thirsted for it. I never used to be like this: Depressed. Angry. Confused. I used to be kind, sweet, innocent... Happy."