Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.
a deep dive into an unknown person's journal and their journey through trauma, loss, and most importantly love. - when the actions of falling in love turn into the very reason for your existence. the very reason that drives your passions and keeps you up at night. when you know there's only one way in and one way o...
Theodore Nott and Scarlett Lestrange have been best friends forever, but is that all they were. One kiss could change everything for them. Scarlett is a regular wizard, but has some unexplainable powers. Ever since she was a baby, she could manipulate nature. She could produce wind, fire, water, snow, and more, but wa...
|NSFW STORY!| you and fred have been bestfriends since year one and you've always fancied him. but when you also start fancying his twin, things get a little different. i do not own any of the harry potter movies or characters!
*WARNING! This book contains mature themes such as drinking, drug use, explicit language, mentions of suicide, sexual content, abuse, and more. Please read at your own risk.* Vermilion "Millie" Barrett goes into her sixth year at Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry in a stable, happy relationship with Fred Wea...
Given the fact that she's Harry Potter's close friend, it's safe to say that Draco Malfoy and Isabelle Grimaldi despise each other, and always have. But Malfoy's hate towards her intensifies when she takes one of their little bickers way too far for his liking. So when Malfoy is offered the job to be Isabelle's tutor...
Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secr...
the boy scratched at the skin on his wrist so hard it bled. he'd been doing it all summer. so much so that the skin on his left arm was nothing but scabs and irritated skin. it itched. it constantly fucking itched and it hurt. but the subtle pain was a decent daily distraction from his mind. and harry liked that. ther...