Messy. Actual enemies. Banter. Theo's grin deepens, sharp and calculating, like he's been waiting for this exact reaction. "Ah," he murmurs, almost approvingly. "Sour, isn't it? Not everything sweet comes easily." I cough slightly, trying to regain composure, the flavor clinging to my teeth like a reminder. "That is horrible," I manage between bites. "It's sour," he says. "Just like you." Enter Verity Young. The devil's incarnate, who was allergic to fun, and entitlement. And deeply, enthusiastically unimpressed by boys like Theodore. Someone who made more messes than he cleaned. As whispers of the Dark Lord's return slithered through Hogwarts-half-denied, half-feared-there was one thing Verity Young was entirely certain of: Theodore Nott was hiding something. Maybe his whole family was.

𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑 during the Marauder's Era In the glittering shadows of Slytherin House, four names rule Hogwarts like a whispered curse: Regulus Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, and Cressida Black-the youngest Black sister with a venomous tongue, dangerous beauty, and a wicked heart wrapped in silk and secrets. Together, they're the Unholy Four. Cressida flirts like a weapon and taunts like a queen. When Gryffindor's golden boy, James Potter, becomes the latest subject of a bet with Evan, she makes it her personal mission to bring him to his knees. Her goal? To make him fall helplessly for her-and win. She never expected the game to backfire. Because one mistake changes everything: a dream, too vivid to forget, of Evan touching her like she mattered. Ever since, her world shifts. He's supposed to be her best friend. Her chaos twin. Her rival in games of pride and sin. But Evan Rosier has always played with fire-and now, he wants to own it. Caught between ancient bloodlines, war-torn loyalties, and their own unraveling restraint, Evan and Cressida spiral into a forbidden obsession neither of them can control. It's not love. It's war. And they'd burn down the world just to win. #1 Evan Roiser                                              © 𝐌𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐢𝐢 ᵃˡˡ ʳⁱᵍʰᵗˢ ʳᵉˢᵉʳᵛᵉᵈ

"You're the last person I expected to save me from my disastrous date.", she placed her gloved hand on his, letting herself be pulled closer. His lips leaned just above her ear, sending shudders down her spine, "Ah, but I do have a penchant for rescuing damsels in distress, Lestrange. Just couldn't resist the opportunity." "Careful, Black, you might make people think we actually get along." "Wouldn't want to ruin our reputations, now, would we?", their torsos clashed with a strong pull on her waist. ---------- 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞. That's all Danica ever knew growing up. But when her world shattered with the abrupt end of her engagement to Regulus Black, she found herself standing at a crossroad, torn between a sweet illusion and the unforgiving truth. ---------- 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐨𝐜 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐫𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 ---------- #3 rab (April 2024), #1 darkmark (May 2024) #1 rab (May 2024), 1# harrypotterfanfiction (April 2025) ---------- All rights belong 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.

She's the new Hufflepuff princess. He's the ruthless Slytherin prince. When Angelina Sinclair transfers from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to Hogwarts for her final year, she expects a quiet fresh start-new classes, new friends, nothing more. What she doesn't expect is the unsettling gaze of Draco Malfoy. He's insufferable, arrogant and impossible to ignore. Yet every glare, sparks something they can't name. The closer their worlds collide, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and something far more dangerous begins. Enemies to lovers. The story gets better every chapter...

"You love me?" Said Theo. "Is there a problem with that?" "No. Not at all, my darling." Said Theo, kissing her cheek. Then her other cheek and then her lips. He kept her in place in front of him. Hands on her waist. "Theo," she started, "do you-" "There are not enough words." - Theodore Nott x Ravenclaw OC - Crushing hard/idiots/"We're just friends," "yeah right,"/ to lovers/ if I loved you less I'd be able to talk about it more Flips between perspective (third person but following one at a time) but most is from Theo's perspective.

౨ৎ " In June 1980, a daughter was born to the ill-fated union of Sirius Black and Rosalee Rosier. Tragically, Rosalee passed away and Sirius was imprisoned in Azkaban, leaving Viola at the mercy of her callous grandmother. Growing up in a world of vengeance Viola honed her cunning nature, keen observation, and haunting beauty. But things took a twist when a childhood friend turned enemy entered the scene, igniting a forbidden fire within her, as their desires intertwined. But then, a formidable force emerges, ready to unleash havoc upon their world. " THEODORE NOTT X FEM!OC

𝐀. "You've ruined me." Theodore spoke, words falling in a silent plea for further devastation, "And I'd give you the rest of me to ruin if you ask, Maya. I'd fucking break for you." And he did. Time after time, Theodore set himself aflame and hoped the warmth of his sacrifices would keep Maya close. Protected. For a 124 restless days, they'd lived under the confines of the same dorm. And still, the former Deatheater couldn't tell his girl had been a hopeless case from the very start. "Just stay with me." 💌 THEODORE NOTT X OC, POST WAR ᵉⁿᵉᵐⁱᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳˢ

"My baby's fit like a daydream" {THEODORE NOT X OC } {GOBLET OF FIRE - DEATHLY HALLOWS} 1#theodorenott 1# lorenzoberkshire 1# lorenzozurzolo 1#orderofthephoenix 1#amy 1#theonott 1#slytherin

Aurora the sleeping beauty, damned to a boundless doze. Only true loves kiss had the power to haul her from sleeps unfathoming depths. Aurora Flores hates her name, it reminds her of the frail princess, it reminds her of the parallels. Maybe the witch and cursed princess aren't so different. Aurora the forged beauty, damned to a counterfeit personality. Only a sharp rebuke from her true love had the power to haul her from her family renounced duty, destined to tire her soul to please others. She was raised to be the definition of perfection. She was raised to satisfy and create rapture for others. So he taught her a valuable lesson. It's okay to be selfish. | WARNING : CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT | |Theodore Nott x OC | |Universe : Harry Potter|