"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

"You think I wanted this!?" I spit at him, "I didn't want any part of this. Yet I was dragged into it anyway! Do you know how exhausting it is!? Only being known as Voldemorts' daughter, the true heir of Slytherin!? If I could I would change everything but I can't. So I don't know what you want me to do about it." *** Solara Riddle, known to the outside world as Solara Steward is a girl with an...interesting past. Being the daughter of Bellatrix Lestrange and Tom Riddle comes with challenges on its own, besides being the true heir of Slytherin. What happens when she adds on the challenges of falling for a certain blonde haired Slytherin who claims to hate her? Draco Malfoy, known to most as the schools' bully, has never encountered anyone who wasn't afraid of him or his father. Until he met her. She both intrigued and infuriated him simultaneously. All he wanted was to break this mysterious outer layer to figure her out upon his fathers request. Instead he ends up falling for the enemy. *** This story contains mature themes. Proceed with caution. Possible Trigger Warnings: Panic attacks Depression Eating Disorder Abuse Torture Death Drinking *** #15 in mattheoriddle #30 in lorenzoberkshire #31 in adrianpucey #40 in voldemortsdaughter #92 in dracofanfic #96 in theodorenott #120 in bellatrixlestrange #342 in deatheaters #360 in pansyparkinson #382 in blaisezabini #441 in tomriddle

WARNING: EXPLICIT 18+ SMUT SCENES! (+ depictions of consensual sex, non con sex, violence, crude language, mature themes, etc...) The non con in this fic is strictly for plot and serves a purpose on the topics of trauma, healing, guilt, etc. In no way should any of it be taken as romantisization or glorification of SA. Some flames destroy. Others teach you how to burn. Calista Warrington has never belonged anywhere - not in the Muggle world she was raised in, not in the Slytherin common room, and certainly not in her own skin. She's built her life around keeping people out and keeping herself alive. But falling in love with George Weasley changes everything. Their connection is immediate, reckless, and real. Something neither of them were ready for in a world already breaking apart. As the Second Wizarding War brews, Calista's relationship with George becomes both her greatest strength and her deepest vulnerability. Together they face grief, family secrets, and the slow realization that her bloodline ties her to everything she fears. **Takes place starting in Prisoner of Azkaban all the way until post-Deathly Hallows** Prisoner of Azkaban - completed Goblet of Fire - completed Order of the Phoenix - completed Half Blood Prince - currently writing Deathly Hallows - tbd Post Deathly Hallows -tbd Ao3 tags: - angst - fluff -smut - protective/possessive George Weasley -past abuse -dark past -soulmates -infidelity -rough sex -threats of non-con -non-con -hurt/comfort -misunderstandings -angst with a happy ending -Fred Weasley lives