― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

― "I love you more than life itself," ― Althea Potter had always been a light. Where James burned wild and reckless, she glowed warm and steady, drawing people in with her laughter, her kindness, and her stubborn belief that everyone carried a spark worth loving. She was the sister who brightened shadows, the girl who never let anyone feel unseen. Regulus Black, on the other hand, was born of shadows. Cold where she was warm, distant where she was tender, sharp where she was soft-he was a boy sculpted by duty, drowning beneath the weight of a name that demanded silence, obedience, sacrifice. They were opposites, orbiting each other in disdain. She saw him as cruel and unfeeling, and he saw her as naïve and foolish. Yet the world has a way of binding the unwilling, and war makes strange companions of enemies. Slowly, through whispered arguments and stolen glances, Althea discovered the boy beneath the mask, and Regulus found himself yearning for the light he had spent his life rejecting. But love in times of war is fragile. It does not always save. Sometimes it destroys, quietly, beautifully, tragically. And when the end came-as it always would-they both learned that hatred can turn to love, and love can burn into something fiercer still. Something unshakable. Something eternal. Something that could only be called devotion. ☽｡⋆

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

When Colette Andromeda Black wants to live freely, without the culmination of marriage. or When Evan Rosier finds himself relating to James Potter, chasing after a girl who wants nothing to do with him. - mature content (18+), drug use, canon compliant, major character death, arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence, available on Ao3. © 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖑𝖞_𝖍_𝖇𝖑𝖚𝖊

"Shut up." His voice was different this time-stripped of its usual cockiness, replaced by something colder, something dangerous. Oh. She saw it then-the flicker of something raw in his eyes, quickly buried. A weak spot. A wound still fresh beneath the layers of arrogance and indifference. And she struck again. "Did I hit a nerve?" she mocked him. "You're a joke, Nott." She let out a sharp, humorless laugh. "You act like you're all cool and breezy, but it's all a lie." "You don't know what-" "I do, actually. I'm a very good observant and let me tell you," She pressed her finger into his chest again, each word deliberate. "Of all the people I've observed I have never encountered someone as shallow," Another jab. His chest rose and fell, his breathing heavier than before. "Empty," Again. This time, his eyes flashed with something dangerously close to anger. She should stop. She knew she should. But she didn't. "And pathetic as-" The words caught in her throat and Theodore's lips were on hers. Ophelia Selwyn wondered if it was too late to choose a life as a fugitive. Her previous concerns about where she would go or how she would survive all on her own were looking more and more unimportant and attainable. Anything would be better than being betrothed to Theodore Nott. At least she knew the feeling was reciprocated.

𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥... 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳... The Malfoy's have decided it's time for Draco to settle down, eyeing the Ravenclaw pureblood he invited to their annual Christmas party. Unswayed by Draco's insistence that he and Grace are only friends, the Malfoy's and the Abbot's are in agreement: the two make a perfect match. The only issue? Draco doesn't agree, and neither does Theodore Nott.

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥. - - 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝟏𝟖+; 𝐬𝐞𝐱, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐬, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥, 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞. 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐟 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠.

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

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.