"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

Violet Blishen's an 18 year old foreign exchange student at Hogwarts, coming a long way from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Her French accent and innocent schoolgirl ways catch her professors attention. But what starts off as an angry kiss will lead into something ruining a marriage. She hopes for their happy ending while he fights to keep her from the shuns of the wizarding world. But not every story has a happy ending... Story cover created by jdrachoe on instagram<3

MATURE CONTENT - slow burn 'I never knew you were an actual freak, Rosalie.' 'just in bed, I guess.' {Fifth year - sixth year} - very slow burn! like the mature shit won't start happing for AWHILE. 😛

"You look gorgeous, my Princess," he whispered in her ear as their bodies moved to the music. His Princess. 'My Princess.' His Princess. She didn't know if it was the alcohol in her system, but she could've sworn she felt butterflies in her stomach. "I know," she breathed. His hands slid down to her ass, tugging her closer as if they weren't already pressed against each other. Her fingers laced in his soft, platinum hair, dancing to the music as though there was no one else in the room. ~ Do not read if you're younger than 14!

"Seriously? This is my assistant?" Mr. Malfoy complained as he stared at the girl in front of him. "You could've chosen anybody except Diggorys sister?" The women at the front desk just looked down ashamed, but not once did Mr. Malfoys eyes leave Lucille Diggorys figure.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I don't think I can hold these feelings back anymore," he continued. I tried to brush it off with an awkward chuckle. "I'm sure your feelings only came back because we ran into each other after years of no contact." "Came back? Please..." he scoffed, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me. "They never left." He scooted closer, resting one of his hands on my ankle and gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. My back straightened as every muscle in my body tensed. I wordlessly watched as he softly glided his hand up my calf. My hand clasped around his as it neared my inner thigh, "What are you doing?" "I know you want this as much as I do," he breathed out. - SEQUEL TO MUFFLIATO | MATURE CONTENT WARNING | Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #3 in dracolovestory #9 in spice

DISCLAIMER THIS IS NOT MY STORY FULL CREDIT GOES TO IAMYOURGODMOTHER I JUST WANTED TO REPOST WHAT SHE USE TO HAVE POSTED FOR OTHER PEOPLE. I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK! this story also contains very much smut so please do not read if you don't like smut or are not of age

POST WAR DRACO, THEO, BLAISE + MORE He says, "Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges. I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon. There's a light in the crack that's separating your thighs.. 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙜𝙤 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩." Congratulations, you've survived the war. Now live with the trauma. Eighth-year Slytherins Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Marley Kingsley, and Lydia Longbottom have to manage their new life and close relationships post Battle of Hogwarts to piece together what happened to cause the downfall of their friend group. This is not a slow burn!! Multiple POV + smut. hp/ post-war very PLL, high school drama style book *I do not take credit for any Harry Potter plots, series, characters, or writing.* 18+ ***READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED*** ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

"Draco, you may think this world is black and white, but it's not. I'm seeing grey. Together we're grey, we go perfectly" I rest my hands on his chest and look into the broken boy, he's already broken but I can mend him, I'll help him help himself. {18+ MATURE CONTENT AND POTENTIAL TRIGGERS!} He's is so determined to hide his feelings and true emotions from everyone but from her. She makes everything feel better. He trusts her. - {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} - {Mature Content, might be some triggers (I will say before very chapter if need!); Viewer Discretion is Advised, might be a slower burner, not too sure yet} Started 16th November 2020.

"Come on Rose!" her friends called her back. Rose took one last look at her headmaster, but to her surprise he was already looking at her. "Don't be out past the prefect curfew," her headmaster scolded her, before turning on his heel to walk away. "No promises." she mumbled just in time for him to hear her. Draco Malfoy was indeed a very handsome man to stare at, but he made it nearly impossible to stay away from him despite being the schools headmaster.