he stood up, ❝ i don't want money. ❞ he came closer to me, smirking. his scent of sandalwood flowered over me, ❝ i want you. ❞ he came even closer to me, deviously. i became nervous again. ❝ w- what do you mean? ❞ i stuttered nervously. he put his lips right by my ear, ❝ i want you all to myself. ❞ • 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨/𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦 • 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: [ 𝚢𝚝: 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚒𝚘 (𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚜) 𝚝𝚒𝚔𝚝𝚘𝚔: @𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚒𝚐: @𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛_𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 ]

Andréa Labonair Mikaelson, a 15-year-old young woman with the attitude of her dad. She was sent to Hogwarts instead of The Salvatore School when she was eleven.

Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

'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

some draco malfoy one shots for you to read while you're procrastinating on your hw ♡

⚠️WARNING⚠️ 18+ DRUG, ALCOHOL USE SEXUAL CONTENT Please don't read if you aren't Comfortable with any of these things

Not my best kind of works. Please read my other Fanfictions instead: Birth of Hell || Riddle Draco's Revival || Malfoy *Discontinued* "It was beautiful how broken they both were. Beaten down by their own families, and cursed on the streets by their rich blood. They had no choice, they had no chance, and they for damn sure had no reason to live." ••• Featured in the official Harry Potter Fanfiction Reading List since Oct. 1, 2015 ••• What other readers think of the story: "I really like this! You did an awesome job of showing a different perspective of Draco without changing his character. Your writing is amazing - it's a good mix of descriptions of dialogue and makes me want to read more! Can't wait to read the next chapter :)" ~ @kyliejab "This story is amazing. I really love it so far and it's different to any other Draco fanfict I've read." ~ @ItsMeChevy "I love the different outlook on Slytherin and just this story in general is amazing!!" ~ @ThatOneSlytherin "This was...INCREDIBLE! :D I love how you captured Draco in a new light, showing the unseen and untold feelings of him. ♥" ~ @1DizzleLand ••• All characters and settings belong to J.K Rowling except for additional (obvious) things. This is strictly fanfiction. Cover Photo Credits: Brooke Shaden

You were a Potter. You grew up with Harry, your twin brother, in the same dreadful situation. You had the same lightning bolt scar, but on your neck. And you had the same blood, or so you thought. When you entered Hogwarts and were sorted into Slytherin house, your world fell apart. You found out you weren't like your parents, and were a disgrace to your family name. Then a blonde haired boy, who had seemed to hate you for your half blood statues, helped you through the transition. "But you hate Half bloods." You sniffled. "Well apparently not all of them." You looked up at the warm smile he gave you and accepted his hand standing up. "Thank you Malfoy." "Anytime, Potter." WARNING! •if you skip sections you might get confused •this is just as much a Harry Potter fanfic as it is a Malfoy •you will see the Malfoy relations get more tense as the story goes, don't get anxious!

The first words I said to him was that he was an Idiot. Now I am the idiot. I told myself to be good this year, but as I was slammed against the wall with his big hands gripping my waist, that thought was right out of my head