From the moment Lady Prideful crosses paths with Mr Arrogant, sparks don't fly, they detonate. To each other, they are utterly insufferable, waging a war of verbal blows, vicious hexes, and petty sabotage, where surrender would mean total humiliation. But hatred is supposed to feel cold, not dangerously hot. It isn't meant to burn beneath the skin like a fever that won't break, or leave hearts racing long after the argument ends. So when all is said and done and there's nothing left to fight but their feelings, what then? Well, Adria Harlow has always had a taste for fire, and she knows exactly how to fan Draco Malfoy's temper, igniting an Inferno. Word Count: 455k

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*

❝𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐨❞ Y/N Larkspur arrives at Hogwarts with a disgraceful family name to be sorted into the house her father scorns. Her world suddenly collides with Draco Malfoy's, a boy who shares the same dislikable reputation; however, he can't decide if he hates her of loves her. •started: 9/10/20 •ended: 10/25/20 Highest rankings (thank you)!! #1 in slowburn #1 in enemiestolovers #2 in harrypotter #2 in dracoxreader #19 in dracomalfoy