Emerson Wilmore was an exemplary Ravenclaw student, known for her unwavering dedication to academics and an unyielding moral compass. However, things took a twisted and deviated turn in her life after her boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, was murdered by Lord Voldemort during the Triwizard Tournament. Now, in her Fifth-Year at Hogwarts, she is trying to navigate through her overwhelming and mind-numbing grief. Unexpectedly for Emerson, she finds herself caught in an unwanted storm of chaos that is brought by Mattheo Riddle, the Slytherin son of the man who destroyed her entire world. With his rebellious yet enigmatic, bad-boy attitude, Mattheo is everything that Emerson despises. For Mattheo however, he cannot help but be drawn to the perfect and unblemished Ravenclaw. Despite her palpable disdain for Mattheo, an unusual interest flickers. As he tries to unravel the mystery of the girl in any shape or form he can attempt, their hostile exchanges finally burn into a magnetic connection. Amid their blinding animosity towards each other, the two slowly start to discover that the line between love and hate is precariously thin, a line that they both find terrifying to cross. #1 slowburn #2 enemies to lovers #4 Mattheoriddle #2 harrypotter

𝐰𝐚𝐫 rages louder than their silence, and still, six children of ancient bloodlines sharpen themselves into blades for the dark lord, they kill because they must and harden because they have to. they are cold, ruthless, and feared. but every act of violence leaves a crack in the armor they have built around their souls learning quickly that the greatest danger isn't the enemy in front of them, but what lingers after. 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 bleeds softness she cannot scrub away, even as she learns to make herself a weapon. mattheo riddle carries shadows in his veins, born of a legacy too dark to outrun. draco malfoy fractures under the weight of his name, while theodore nott drowns in silence no one else can hear. daphne greengrass burns brightest before she lets others see her fall, but lorenzo berkshire will follow her into any fire. 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 they are unstoppable, but alone they are breaking, their names will fade from the mouths of the living, but history will remember them differently, a title forged in shadow and despair: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ mid-war, seventh year // friends to lovers 950k words this story contains 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 themes surrounding suicide, and the psychology behind homicide-suicide 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

(UNDERGOING REWRITING!) 𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 feels the future on her skin, hears it in whisper through her veins and sees it burn behind her eyelids. but knowing what's coming has never saved her. not from the darkness blooming inside her like poison. not from the shadows of evan rosier's legacy. and certainly not from herself. 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 has known elle since they were young and vowed to always protect her, even if that meant putting his life on the line for the girl he loves. he would do it over and over again. but as the year passes, the girl he once knew seems to shatter right as he manages to feel her in his palms. how far would you go for love? as a war brews and bloodlines rot from the inside out, elle's visions drag her deeper into secrets that could change everything. under the skin she's so desperate to keep human, something terrible is waiting to break free. 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 friends to lovers // psychopath x m.r ✦480,000+ words 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐮𝐬𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 1 in #evanrosier 11/09

My chest exploded with excitement, his words making me clench my thighs together. Mattheo shoved his knee between my legs making me gasp, his touch finally returned to my body. "Don't do that." I squeezed my thighs around his thigh, making him groan. "Fuck Aurora." Mattheo rasped. I rolled my hips against him, a strangled moan escaping my lips. "You're pretty fucking pathetic." Mattheo spat releasing my neck, his hand moved down my chest, filling my stomach with anticipation. "You're really that needy?" Mattheo asked. His fingers brushed over my clit making me squeeze my eyes shut, holding back a moan. CONTAINS DRUGS/ SEXUAL CONTENT/VIOLENCE/TOXIC RELATIONSHIP Highest rankings #1 in Blaise zabini #4 in Mattheo Riddle #1 in Riddle #2 in kink #1 in book #9 in knifeplay #1 in hookup #2 in wizard #2 in wizarding world #1 in Ron Weasley

"Why don't you just leave me alone?" I spit at him, the anger laced in my voice angered him and I loved it. I watched as he clenched his jaw, staring at me as his eyes darkened; walking up to me, soon towering over me making me realize how small I was under him. "Because," he tilted his head, walking me back up against the stone wall, my back slamming against it, sending a shock down my body. "You're the only girl that doesn't beg on their knees for me," he leaned closer to me, his breath fanning my face, his curly hair brushing against my forehead. Suddenly his hand pounced onto my neck, tightly grabbing it, causing me to let out a loud gasp. I brought both of my hands to cover his, but he was much stronger than me-and watching him watch me struggle, I noticed a wicked grin crawl onto his face. He leaned in closer, his lip brushing against my ear, and I feel him smirk. "And it fucking infuriates me." All Rights Reserved to jegulusarcturus on Wattpad. Copyrighted 2021 best ranks #1 in spice #55 in hp #41 in draco malfoy #38 in harrypotterfanfic

"loving you was like loving the dead" (black no. 1, type 0 negative) victoria belladonna was raised to be perfect. pureblood, powerful, untouchable. feared in slytherin. whispered about in the dark. fred weasley was everything she wasn't supposed to want. loud, reckless, impossible. but he looked at her like he saw through every mask. the goblet of fire, 1994-1995 ✓ the order of the phoenix, 1995-1996 ✓ the half-blood prince, 1996-1997 ✓ the deathly hallows, 1997-1998 ✓ fred weasley x victoria belladonna lowercase intended #1 - fredweasley (08/01/26) #1 - hermionegranger (03/10/2025) #2 - slytherin (20/08/2025) #3 - georgeweasley (08/01/26) #4 - gryffindor (23/08/2025)a

A Fred Weasley FanFiction Heléna Victoria Granger, Hermione Granger's little sister, gets sorted into Gryffindor with her best friend Ginny Weasley. For Heléna, Fred has always been an impossible love, just a crush for her bestfriend's brother. Everything changes when he really notices her, and she can't escape anymore. ✧˖°. ⋆｡˚ ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, sorry for eventual mistakes. Slow Burn, deals with topics that may offend sensitivity. The story contains explicit scenes. All characters belong to JK. Rowling, except Heléna, who was created by me. All rights reserved.

Being best friends with Fred Weasley means three things: detention, chaos and zero peace. Florence has survived years of pranks, secret passages and being dragged into trouble she definitely didn't plan. Fred is loud, reckless, impossible to say no to, and somehow he's also her safest place. Then fifth year hits, and everything feels different. Laughs last longer. Glances mean more. And Florence realises the worst possible thing she could ever realise: she's falling for her best friend. A boy who flirts with everyone, fears nothing, and would never, ever feel the same. Content Warning: This story contains mature themes, including explicit sexual content. "Since when did you get wise?" Fred shrugs. "Watching someone you care about come frighteningly close to not getting back up again tends to rearrange your priorities." I glance back at him then-and something in his expression softens, like he's relieved I'm still here, still talking, still breathing. "And just for the record," he adds, tone easy, almost offhand, though his eyes are anything but, "if a Dementor so much as drifts in your direction again, I'll personally see it launched into the lake." I can't stop the small laugh that escapes me. "You really think you can single-handedly protect me from every dangerous thing in the world?" "I'd bloody well try." I lift my eyes to his, properly this time. It's only then that I realise how close he is-how his whole focus is fixed entirely on me like nothing else in the room matters. And something aches in my chest-sharp and soft all at once. The kind of ache that reminds you you're alive. That you've survived worse. That maybe you're allowed moments like this. Highest Rankings: #1 in fredweasley #5 in fredandgeorge #5 in harrypotterfanfiction #10 in gryffindor All characters belong to J.K. Rowling except for the original ones created by me.

❝ 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘎𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦? ❞ I asked him, for the first time in my life, I've never felt more confused. ❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ He says calmly, without a doubt, and looking straight into my eyes. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In the quiet moments between pranks and chaos, something unspoken lingers. 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆, the infamous jokester of Gryffindor, is used to hiding his true self behind laughter. 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮 𝗗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲, sharp-witted and reserved, is the kind of girl who watches the world from the shadows, never quite letting it in. They never talk about it. They don't have to. It's in the way Fred softens when she's near, in the way Alethea's guard drops only for him. They're best friends, nothing more-at least, that's the lie they keep telling everyone. Especially themselves. But as war creeps into the walls of Hogwarts and everything safe begins to crumble, the lines between laughter and longing begin to blur. Can they truly remain just friends after all the moments and memories they've shared, even as they deny their feelings for each other? But can their actions really hide what their hearts refuse to admit? This book is a heart-aching story of friendship, feelings unspoken, and the war that forces them to choose-between what's easy, and what's real. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+).

Delphi felt it slip through her control the moment she looked at him, every carefully built restraint dissolving into something reckless and unrecognisable. He stood too close, too real, like temptation given shape - something warm and laughing that she had no right to want. And yet she did, sharply, helplessly, like a truth she could no longer lie about. He was her forbidden fruit, and she - tragically, hopelessly, was nothing but sinner in the face of him, standing on the edge of a desire she already knew she wouldn't be able to pretend away. "Fuck you, Fred Weasley," she cursed him. Then, she kissed him. Softly, like he might melt or flee at any given moment. · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · Delphini Black had always known she was different. Raised in the quiet, vigilant care of Remus Lupin, she had learned early that the world's rules did not apply to her. Daughter of Regulus Black, her last name was a legacy she carried like a shadow she could never shake. Her magic was ancient, distinct, wild, fueled by the weight of prophecies whispered before even the stars had been born. She was marked by destiny. Yet, despite the shadows that clung to her past, there were moments of light - fragile, fleeting, and achingly human. Among those lights were the Weasley twins, who had welcomed her into their mischief and laughter. She had laughed more with them than anyone else, felt the rush of belonging she had almost forgotten existed. But Fred Weasley... he was a tangle of affection and frustration, of longing and fear, a pull that made every stolen glance and careless joke feel like both comfort and torment. And when it burned, it burned. Inside her chest, in her blood, in the way she could never quite look away, never quite breathe right when he was near. And perhaps that was the cruelest part of all...