Fred and Y/n have been the best of friends since their first year. Both of them have fancied each other for a long time, but neither acted upon their feelings. Their sixth year is starting and Fred knows that he needs to act fast. Will he finally be able to confess his love for her? Or would she do it first? What would their future bring, the future leading them to the Second Wizarding War? - - - [word count: 67K+] highest ranks: - #1 in fred - #1 in fanfiction - #2 in hogwarts - #5 in fredweasley - #2 in weasley - #1 in harrypotterfanfiction - #2 in george - #9 in harrypotter available in: - vietnamese by @vanaanh_2210 - spanish by @theweaslevs - portuguese by @iyakuthins all rights go to j. k. rowling, i only own the parts made by myself! cover art is not mine!

Five slammed his butter knife into the table, not breaking eye contact with their father, unable to see everyone's horrified stares. Y/n tore her eyes away from him to the knife that had landed not far from her hand. "I have a question." Five stated bitterly, letting go of the knife that jutted out of the table. "Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules. No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson." Reginald dismissed turning back to his meal. Their father's unwillingness to listen or care made Five's blood boil. He pushed his plate away and turned back to their father. "I want to time travel." Five demanded threateningly. Their father looked at him unalarmed at his outburst. "No." He said, no longer entertained by the matter not that he shown he was before. Just him replying to Five was enough for everyone to feel shocked. "But I'm ready. I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five argued appearing beside their father. "See?" He gestured to himself as proof. Reginald didn't even look up from his plate, unamazed with Five's gift. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice, the other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn." Reginald said waving a hand. Everyone went back to their meals and Five looked angrily at them before locking eyes with Y/n, who gave him a pleading look. She hoped he would just sit down before the situation escalated. "Well, I don't get it." Five mumbled. "Hence the reason you're not ready." Reginald replied. "I'm not afraid." Five countered. "Fear isn't the issue. The effects it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far too unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore." Reginald said turning to Five. Five shook his head before turning to run. "Number Five!" Y/n quickly stood going after him. "Number Eight!"

"I'm not letting you get hurt again." "Even at the cost of the world?" "Even at the cost of the world." | book one | season one | | total word count: 67k |

A man, a felon - a Death Eater. Belle's graciousness blew in her face the moment she let him pass through the border of her cabin. A woman who'd been destined to cherish life. To save it. And only then, did the real nightmare begin, for the world was not ready to welcome a duo so corrupt. CURRENTLY UNDERGOING REMASTERING #1 on dracomalfoy #1 on draco #1 on dracoxreader #1 on spicy #1 on dracofanfic #1 on harrypotternextgeneration --------------- This is a dark Voldemort wins story. Warning's apply at the start of each chapter. Be sensible with what you read and don't push yourself. *I do not own any characters other than my own. Full character credits to J.K Rowling. This story also does not follow any original timeline. This plot, is mine, however. ©*

'How can I believe you after everything you've said to me was a lie?' ~ You lived a quiet life at Hogwarts. Not really talking too much with anyone. You were friends with the golden trio and refused to interfere in their fights and business. But when you come across the enemy of your friends in your 6th year, you soon become enemies with him too. Yet you can't seem to help but feel interested in him. But when you realise that all he can say to you are lies? What if you're stuck between your feelings and the pain he gives you? Does he really love you? Or was it all just a lie?

It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter