REWRITING!! In which time would never be enough, and vows lived to be broken. | "Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Draco groaned into my parted lips, earning a moan from me as he forced himself deeper, rougher by the feeling of my body trembling in his grip, "Such a good girl," | "It seemed so perfect, but ended so soon." ___ A Draco Malfoy love story with a bunch of messy plots. Highest ranking; #2 in harrypotter #3 in malfoy #1 in dracofanfic ___ Trigger warning, This book contains mature content. Such as sexual relationships, violent actions, signs of sexual abuse, foul language, and character death. 18+ only. All the characters in this book are over the age of 17. I do own Leiah and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling,

In which honesty had never been so missed and verity ever so falsified. "Then ruin me, Malfoy." - A Draco Malfoy fanfic with a messy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, alcohol, emotional trauma, cheating, drugs, and foul language, 18 + All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Clara Adams, Navy White, William White, Asher Lewis Dalton, and the plots created by me. But other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all. "I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours." They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces. ____ A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as violent actions, sexual actions, abuse, rape, character deaths, signs of self-harm, psychological trauma, and foul language, 18+ only, All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Amelie Avery and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

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.

** THIS IS A TRANSLATION TO @allonmyhead 's BOOK 'FUCKING FEELINGS' ! THIS DOES NOT BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY ** After the relationship with Draco I decided to take a break from the boys, because I did not need anyone, much less a concentrate of problems, a sociopath, narcissist, self-centered, addicted to smoking, problematic, as much asshole as good as he thinks he has. The world at his feet and makes the surname Riddle. But I knew I couldn't resist. To those dark and magnetic eyes, perpetually lost and confused surrounded by red, the curly hair more messed up than ever, the fleshy, split lip and the bleeding cut on the nose, consequences of his latest fight and the green-silver tie, badly fastened, to accentuate his bad boy reputation. Indeed, that the surname of him, has given him. But when I look at him, all my troubles seem to weigh less, because that's exactly how he feels. And that's probably always been what attracted me like a fucking magnet. [ From the story . . . ] «Should I fucking bitch?» I see his dark eyes wandering all over my figure, lingering on my pouting lips, until they get closer and closer, throwing me defiant looks. I gasp when I feel his warm breath on my neck, giving way to a rush of shivers «Should I be afraid of you?» he whispers touching my earlobe with his tongue just for the sheer pleasure of annoying and provoking me. «You make me want to crash you so much» I answer back with my eyes focused on him, not giving in to his game. «Crashing me with kisses, right?» he announces with such confidence as to increase my desire to bribe him with the worst of spells, and then why not, while we're punching him. Especially when I feel his leg touch my thigh purposely left uncovered by the short skirt of the uniform, and do not stop. Credits for Mattheo Riddle, Jacob Nawaro, and Odeya Sayre go to @yasmineamaro / @juneekarl And the rest at JK Rowling