THIS IS NOT MY STORY. But yea Harry goes back in time.

The Slytherin Clique's teens are just as ruthless. Just as close. Just as. But what happens when things soon start to unravel? [Post-War Children] + INTENDED FOR MATURE AUDIENCES + SPIN-OFF TO Filthy ; Draco Malfoy NOT a Draco Malfoy Fanfic

"Wha-How-how did you do that?" Malfoy questioned furiously. I gave him a cocky smirk. "Just a few simple jinxes. Guess I'm not that much of a Mudblood after all, hm?" His brow furrowed. "No-you're still a Mudblood. Do you not know what Mudblood means?" Her Muggle brothers never thought anything odd of Lainey Fitzroy until finding out that she's a witch at age eleven. Determined to learn and succeed, Lainey goes to Hogwarts, where she meets an array of life changing people, like the famous Harry Potter, the notorious Draco Malfoy, and the ever-faithful Ginny Weasley. Lainey has a few secrets, though, some she doesn't even know about, along with a plethora of decisions to make as her years pass at Hogwarts. Cover made by my lovely sister. I do not own anything in the Harry Potter world. All rights to J.K. Rowling.

Call this non-fiction because there is nothing fiction about my life. This book, story, or piece of writing is 100% authentic memories from my desired reality. NOTE THAT I AM NOT A PROFESSIONAL OR GOOD WRITER, this is just for my fellow shifters. Read this story as I live my life in my DR since my first shift in November 2020 and to now as I shift every week. I will try to update every time I shift. Get ready to feel what it feels like to go home. To go to the reality you belong in. The right reality.

even the stars believed in us.

Malfoy's handsome face was contoured into a condescending smirk. "No faith in that giant brain of yours, Granger?" She looked up at him defiantly. "Maybe I don't have any faith in you!" she said, raising her voice. Malfoy only looked at her. You'll find I'm very surprising. Dramione AU, canon divergence, year 6 with a slow burn and a killer twist. Book I of "This World or Any Other" Series. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

Y/N Moonshine, the great granddaughter of Merlin himself. Her journey through Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry leave people slightly cautious of her, maybe because of her family tree? But Y/N still manages to catch the eye of a well known Slytherin boy, and he doesn't hesitate to get close to the student who's known as the Spoilt Little Rich Girl.

Draco Malfoy is Hogwarts' notorious bad boy. Emotionally detached, cold and arrogant, Draco has never let anyone close... until the most unlikely one night stand leaves him hungry for another taste of the feisty hufflepuff girl. Unable to get her out of his mind, Draco makes it his mission to not let any other boy touch her, to keep her all to himself. he thought it was just possessive lust he was feeling, but never did he think love would be in the question...

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

E lui poteva appendermi a testa in giù tutte le volte che ne aveva voglia, ma questo non sarebbe mai cambiato. Perché Lily sorrideva a me e non a lui. ~ Severus Piton [...] "Attenta, Evans. Volevi cavarmi un occhio?" "Non negherò che mi arrecherebbe un grande piacere mutilarti, Potter," ammetto immediatamente, abbassando la bacchetta: tanto non esistono incantesimi in grado di bloccare la sua idiozia. "Anche se io inizierei dalla lingua, così magari staresti zitto." Tagliare la lingua ad una persona non è un'azione pulita, ne sono sicura: dev'essere coinvolto un sacco di sangue e ci sarebbe di mezzo anche della saliva e sarebbe appropriato indossare dei guanti protettivi, anche se la plastica renderebbe il tutto ancora più scivoloso e disagevole. Il fatto è che essere la persona a cui la lingua viene tagliata dev'essere ancora peggio e nessuno sano di mente la riterrebbe un'esperienza piacevole, ma ora io ho detto lingua e Potter sta sorridendo sornione, quasi sopraffatto dal bisogno di replicare. Non riesce a credere che io abbia detto lingua davanti a lui e nemmeno io ci riesco, perché è stato davvero un errore da principianti e mentre Potter si sporge verso di me, scoprendosi ulteriormente, incrocio rassegnata le braccia al petto con un sospiro. "Tutto quello che ho sentito, Evans," Potter scandisce bene le parole, enfatizzando ogni movimento delle labbra come a prolungare questo momento il più possibile. "È che la mia lingua ti arrecherebbe un grande piacere." "Sì, lo so, Potter. C'era una mutilazione di mezzo che il tuo cervello ha censurato, ma è ok, non è colpa tua se sei nato così: non ti arrivava abbastanza ossigeno quando eri nel pancione o qualcosa del genere."