❝ 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. ❞ "Do you want to know the truth? You're everything that I've been taught to hate... yet I can't fucking keep myself away from you." The realization hit me: I was 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 of him. Afraid of how I loved him. Afraid of how easily he could hurt me. Afraid of how I knew I'd let him. After everything he had put me through, I still couldn't refuse my undeniable love for him. And that realization terrified me more than 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else ever could. Soulmates aren't always the ones who make you happiest, not at all. They're the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and shadowy scars and glistening stars. Strange captivation and effortless beauty and deep desire. Sweetness and madness and surrender, all at the same time. They hurl you into the abyss, but they taste like hope. She believed in happy endings; he begged to differ.

[MATURE CONTENT] "He can't make your body feel the way I can," he breathed, proving his point with a simple flick of his finger as I almost came right then and there. I forced myself to say, "I love him." "No, you don't," he said, easily. "And even if you were with him, you wouldn't be able to go a day without my touch." "You're wrong." He rammed his finger up into me. I was forced to hold onto him to keep steady, my chest heaving against his as I desperately tried to control myself. Those dark eyes stared into my own with amusement, eyebrow cocking as if asking, 'you sure about that?' His lips brushed mine, and I had to resist the temptation to push mine into his. Then they were at my ear, warm and hot and a reminder to the excruciating pleasure he could make me feel with just his mouth. "Now let's show that lover boy of yours just what it sounds like to make you come undone."

'𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩. 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪?' 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙙. '𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙨.. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚' - language, sexual scenes, underage drinking/drug use, ect. if these thing bother you, please do not read this story. highest ranks: #1 in pansy parkinson #4 in dm

A love story between Pansy Parkinson and a female oc. "She would never want to be friends with me, I mean why would she?" "Because she's a nice person and would give even Draco a chance to be her friend " All rights to most of the characters and the story go to J.K.Rowling. (i don't support her)