⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

She's the new Hufflepuff princess. He's the ruthless Slytherin prince. When Angelina Sinclair transfers from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to Hogwarts for her final year, she expects a quiet fresh start-new classes, new friends, nothing more. What she doesn't expect is the unsettling gaze of Draco Malfoy. He's insufferable, arrogant and impossible to ignore. Yet every glare, sparks something they can't name. The closer their worlds collide, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and something far more dangerous begins. Enemies to lovers. The story gets better every chapter... Crazy plots

Hermione Granger did her duty. She finished Hogwarts, she tracked down her parents, and she spent a year healing the cracks in her family. But when she steps back into the Wizarding World, the war-torn London she left behind has transformed into something unrecognizable. This transition is made even more dizzying by Draco Malfoy, who has traded his sneers for soft smiles and a permanent seat at her friends' table. But as their initial, tentative truce blossoms into a genuine friendship, the boundaries she spent years building begin to fail. Draco on the other hand, is fighting a different battle. Having harbored a secret crush on Hermione for years, he finally has her in his life - only to find himself trapped in the one place he never expected: the friend zone. He must now decide how much he's willing to risk to prove they could be something much more than friends.

Astrid Ninomae had never expected this would be what she'd become. Yet it made an awful lot of sense being that... a villain. "You're a monster!" Draco gasped, despite his best efforts to look more angry than hurt. "Yes," she nodded, tilting her head in a challenge as they stood chest to chest. "And I don't intend to apologize for being one. Why should I when no one ever apologized for making me into one? So get this," she paused to clear her throat, "screw you, dearest, and not in the way you always imagined you would." ••• [slowburn ; year 6 - future} [lovers to enemies to...] [mature themes] [daily updates] [the writing and plot only get better as the story progresses and the characters grow up] ••• this is a second part to 'they were just kids' read 'dear reader' of this book or the previous one for more info //The boy who had no choice and the girl who made all the wrong ones// ••• All characters and settings in the Harry Potter world are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own Astrid and a few other select characters. All the other pictures or videos used in the book belong to their respectful owners.

//The boy who had no choice and the girl who made all the wrong ones// ••• [slowburn} [enemies to lovers] [mature themes] [daily updates] [the writing and plot only get better as the story progresses and the characters grow up] ••• Certainty and precision were what Draco Malfoy had known for the entirety of his life. Uncertainty was what Astrid Ninomae had always liked to search for. Where Draco was a predicted snowstorm, Astrid was an unexpected ray of sunshine. Where he was a peaceful Christmas morning, she was the spontaneous decision of running down a grassy hill at dawn. Astrid was everything Draco had been certain his life at Hogwarts would be like. Draco was everything Astrid had not expected. ••• All characters and setting in the Harry Potter world are owned by J.K. Rowling. I only own Astrid and a few other select characters. The cover is mine but all the other pictures or videos used in the book belong to their respectful owners.

"You drive me mad" he said, his voice hoarse, unsteady in a way I had never heard before. "Do you know that?" "Yes" I admitted, my lips grazing his ear, my heart racing so fast it hurt. "Because you do the same to me." ******** The Triwizard Tournament has returned, and danger stalks the castle's every corner. For Ivette Leroux, a sharp-witted Gryffindor, this year was supposed to be about friendship, house pride, and survival. What starts as sharp words and rivalry spirals into stolen glances, secret meetings, and a kiss she can't forget. Draco is arrogant, infuriating and the one person who sees past her carefully built walls. Yet the closer Ivette gets to him, the more shadows of her past begin to emerge. All the original story of Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rolling. My original characters and storyline belong to me.

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

"Maybe I can fuck you too, since you're not that hard to get." He led his hand between her knees "Is this how he touched you before fucking you?" - A Draco Malfoy fanfiction- ⚠️ This story contains violent, sexual and upsetting scenes. 18+

In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all. "I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours." They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces. ____ A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as violent actions, sexual actions, abuse, rape, character deaths, signs of self-harm, psychological trauma, and foul language, 18+ only, All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Amelie Avery 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.