Arya Sharma, a clever and determined Indian girl, never expected her phone to light up with a message from Fred Weasley, but there it was: a desperate plea for test answers. It was a wrong number... or so they thought. What starts as a simple mix-up soon grows into a whirlwind friendship filled with jokes, spells, and unexpected feelings. As Voldemort's dark power rises once again, Arya and Fred find themselves thrown together, forced to protect not only the wizarding world but Arya's brave best friend, who is like a brother to her, Harry Potter, whose unique gift of being the chosen one makes him a prime target. Together, they must combine their courage, wit, and growing bond to stand against the darkness. In a battle where trust and love could be their greatest weapons, Arya and Fred discover that sometimes the most powerful magic begins with a simple "wrong number." I own Arya Sharma, Alia Singh, Shruti Kapoor, and any other original characters, the plot is created and belongs to me, otherwise, I do not own any characters or events over the course of the story. All credit belongs to J.K Rowling.

{bonus chapters being added} If Hogwarts had phones. A group of friends, a lot of late-night texts, and a love story Delilah never saw coming. Between trauma she's still working through and a boy who's more patient and gentle than anyone expected, Delilah's learning that healing isn't linear, and love doesn't have to be perfect to be real. With group chats, girls hyping each other up, and feelings she can't quite name, this is what happens when magic meets modern-day messiness. "How did I get so lucky?" (Highest rankings) #2 -dracofanfic #7 -ginny #8 -neville #10 -draco #10 -dracomalfoy #14 -lunalovegood #30 -texting #30 -textmessages #47 -nevillelongbottom #50 -ravenclaw #69 -ginnyweasley I do not own any of these characters (other than my own) or Harry Potter all rights reserved to J. K. R*wling.

It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter

[COMPLETED] "𝘽𝙖𝙗𝙚 𝙄'𝙢 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙧𝙪𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮." Eleanor Snape loves Ron Weasley, and it's her biggest secret of all time. But with everyone's eyes on them, mistakes are bound to be made. She probably wasn't doing him much good anyways. Ron Weasley x fem OC all rights belong to J.K Rowling, creator of Harry Potter.