Hero Green received her letter to Hogwarts when she turned 16. She has no idea why it was sent to her so late or why she even got a letter at all, considering her entire family is made up of muggles. Well, her foster family. Hero has no idea who her biological parents are. All she does know is nothing will stop her from being the best witch she can possibly be. Draco Malfoy isn't used to people talking back. So when the new girl finds a way under his skin he doesn't know how to feel. A Draco Malfoy love story.

THIS STORY DOES NOT BELONG TO ME! FULL CREDITS GO TO ROMANSHOME ON WATTPAD (she has now deleted her account) "Mr. Malfoy-" "Call me Draco. Please-say it." His tone was still even, unwavering. Piercing blue eyes bored down at her as he casually sipped on his black-cherry colored wine, a certain glint flickering into his hues as he slowly licked his lips. "Go on. Say it." With a thick swallow, she caved in. "Draco." The sound of her sweet, airy voice uttering his name was far more of a gift than the heavens raining down onto him. Setting the wine cup down stiffly, he realized the way she spoke his name was far more promising to get him drunk than the alcohol. After all, she was his drug. The only problem was that he was her boyfriend's father... [ Contains Mature Scenes, Sexual Content, Foul Language, Toxic Behavior, Cheating]

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.

Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name gives. Starting Hogwarts, Kally quickly learns the hate that comes with being a Slytherin. She finds comfort in her Slytherin friends who face similar responsibilities. A handsome blonde being one of those.

Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger return to Hogwarts for their 8th year, appointed as Head Boy and Head Girl-a decision that forces them into an awkward arrangement of sharing a common room. While the wizarding world seeks to rebuild after the war, tensions remain high between those on opposing sides. For Draco and Hermione, their shared living quarters ignite a fiery clash of personalities. Hermione views Draco with contempt for his past, while Draco carries his own burdens and guilt, masked by his signature sarcasm and cold demeanor. But amidst the late-night study sessions and accidental moments of vulnerability, something unexpected begins to shift. They slowly discover cracks in each other's armor-a truth hidden behind Hermione's fierce drive for justice and Draco's stoic facade. As walls come down, hatred turns into hesitant understanding, and understanding blossoms into something undeniable.

❝ 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐨𝐲'𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. ❞ "Do you want to know the truth? You're everything that I've been taught to hate... yet I can't fucking keep myself away from you." The realization hit me: I was 𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘥 of him. Afraid of how I loved him. Afraid of how easily he could hurt me. Afraid of how I knew I'd let him. After everything he had put me through, I still couldn't refuse my undeniable love for him. And that realization terrified me more than 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 else ever could. Soulmates aren't always the ones who make you happiest, not at all. They're the ones who make you feel the most. Burning edges and shadowy scars and glistening stars. Strange captivation and effortless beauty and deep desire. Sweetness and madness and surrender, all at the same time. They hurl you into the abyss, but they taste like hope. She believed in happy endings; he begged to differ.

1# inlove 3# fall 4# hotboys 21 year old Anastasia Eve Sanchez went out for a business of town, a little while after her boyfriend of 4 years had proposed to her. They'd been planing the wedding for months. As soon as she returns home, she learns her partners been unfaithful for almost 2 months. She kicks Issac out and takes custody of their 4 year old son Elijah. Heartbroken, she decides to rid all the men from her life. Living life as a 21 year old single parent. Though all her plans go right out the window once she lays her eyes upon Bruce Cameron. Multi billionaire Bruce Cameron 23 years old. He's never been attracted to a woman beyond her looks. He was known for the one night stands kind of guy. He's never been in a relationship. The second he sees Anastasia , he begins to crave her. From her brown hair to the way she crosses her legs. He knew he wanted her and was gonna have her. It becomes a bit of a challenge when she starts to refuse him. Everyone knows, he gets what he wants. Even if that means going to extreme lengths to get it. He isn't use to rejections so he makes it his mission to make her fall for him, but what happens when starts falling himself. ~•~•~ "Bruce..." "Just last week you were moaning that name." I found myself walking back as he stepped forward. "You know, I woke up that morning expecting the woman I just had fucked to be there sleeping next to me." He slowly backed me into the desk just enough so it didn't hurt. "But then I look and see nothing but my empty bed." He lifted me up and placed me on top of the desk. "Bruce, what are you even doing here?" He placed a finger on my lips quieting me. "Here to get what's mine." He was quick to claim my lips just like he had done that night. ~•~•~ Please give my book a chance. Understand this book will contain excessive language and content. If you are not comfortable don't read Sincerely, A

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

"Who ever said loving each other was easy?"

Imagine Harry Potter had a younger sister that he never knew about. The characters are not mine and I don't follow the story exactly. This is, I guess you could call it, a re-imagining. Cover by kenval214