Eleanor Blaylock is a transfer student from Ilvermorny who will be starting her 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. An old family myth causing concerns for her safety led Eleanor's parents to the decision to transfer schools, despite her opposition. Eleanor finds a new home and friends at Hogwarts, including a well-known blonde. But as in nature, if you run away from something, it will chase you. DISCLAIMER: All original Harry Potter character credit goes to J.K. Rowling -Some events/characters have been altered to fit the story. In this story, Draco did not get marked and become a Death Eater before their 6th year. The main character is an OC, but the reader can easily insert themselves. 🚨WARNINGS🚨 -Strong language -Alcohol & drugs -Abandonment triggers -Loss -Eventual sexual content -Others will be added as needed as the story progresses

"You're a goddamn catalyst, you know that?" He said slowly, the wind picking up and blowing his hair into his eyes. "Every single emotion I feel, they become whole damn explosions because of you." I sat there frozen, my breath caught in my throat. I make him feel explosions. I think of quicksilver eyes and pinkies brushing against one another and shared earbuds. You make me feel how I imagine touching the stars would be. Say it. Say it. Say it. Nothing comes out. Draco's expression shuttered closed, his spine going rigid. He stood up quickly, towering over me, and he held his broken arm out. "I know we bleed the same, Granger. I bled for you." _____ slowburn dramione starting fifth year book 1 in The Starlight Duology spotify book playlist: "the stars aligned" (each song in order fits every chapter) *I do not own any of these characters or this fictional world. All rights go to JK Rowling* Disclaimer: some parts towards the end are straight from the original Deathly Hallows book/movie, more towards the last few chapters becausa jkr wrote the scenes well and I didn't want to rewrite canon. This was to highlight the outcomes of the story that do not change despite Draco and Hermione's relationship and everything that entails. I added a few things such as changing it to Hermione's POV, adding her thoughts, and changing some details to fit the story.

Eighth year is supposed to heal her. That's what they tell her. She's not convinced. And then, a certain Gryffindor makes a bold move on her. It makes her feel conflicted. And horny. Awfully horny. +18 All characters except for Jade Gray belong to JKR. Harry Potter x OC (and sometimes x Draco Malfoy)

In which Milla Rosamund finds herself stuck in quite a compromising position beneath James Potter. - WARNING: This story will contain mature themes, scenes, and language such as profanity, drugs and/or alcohol, and sexual content. #SBRoadTo500k Rankings: #1 in Marauders Fanfiction as of May 12, 2018 #1 in Remus Lupin as of October 28, 2018 #1 in Harry Potter as of October 4, 2018 #1 in James Potter as of May 19, 2019 #1 in Peter Pettigrew as of January 31, 2019 #3 in Sirius Black as of December 5, 2018 #1 in Marauders as of March 17, 2019 Completed as of July 29, 2018

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.

Draco Malfoy really hates Hermione Granger. Everything he gives two fucks about is entirely contingent on the decisions that she makes and she doesn't even know it. If he's not careful, she's going to fuck it up for the both of them and then they'll all wind up dead. He never thought his life would depend on having to get between her legs and into her head. _____________________________________________ "I should have known," he said, "It's always the good girls who like it rough. Do you like it rough, Granger? Be honest," he purred into her ear, his left hand rising to wrap itself around her throat as he continued to press his right hand up against her, "I really don't like liars." con•tin•gent: subject to chance; dependent on [all rights go to jkr yuck] [not appropriate for audiences under the age of 18]

"If you weren't so important to The Dark Lord, I'd kill you right now" "If I still had my wand, you'd be dead already" Nine years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the war rages on. Voldemort is triumphant, but The Order continue to fight. Whilst on a rescue mission, Hermione Granger is captured and taken to The Dark Lord. When he cannot uncover her memories, or any secrets he can use to stamp The Order out once and for all, she's given to the most skilled Legillimens within his army.

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

❝𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞.❞ ❝𝐢 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧.❞ ❝𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮.❞ ❝𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭.❞ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: -𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 -𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬 -𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐞 -𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬 -𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥 -𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 -𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 -𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐒.