"Did you seriously just kidnap Potters sister?" Theodore Nott asked Draco Malfoy. He had his arm firmly around Ariella Potter, a gun pointed to her head with his other hand. Harry was going to pay for what he did- it didn't matter what lengths he had to go to. "Yes," Draco pushed the gun further into her head, a small whimper escaping her lips. "Potters going to pay."

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

WARNING: This is a sequel. Please read 'In love with the badboy' first if you don't want any spoilers! Things get even harder for Alice Potter as she sets of with Harry, Ron and Hermione on the mission of hunting horecruxes. With her being the chosen one, a heavy burden falls on her shoulders. How will they get on on their mission? How will Draco survive among the deatheaters. Will the circumstances get good enough for Alice and Draco to be together again? Read to find out!

Alice Potter's Hogwarts letter came six years too late. She is totally new in this world of magic and gets a tutor who needs to help her catch up for everything she missed... Draco Malfoy. What happens though if your tutor is a really annoying but handsome jerk? And what if you fall for him? On top of that she finds her long lost brother she didn't even know existed.

In order to secure her family's wealth and preserve the Pureblood bloodline, June is forced to marry into the Malfoy fortune. There is nothing her father wants more in the world than to see his eldest daughter marry the Malfoy heir. There's just one problem; June and Draco despise each other, and will stop at nothing to prevent the marriage from happening.

'She was his, and he was hers, now for eternity' All the Harry Potter characters contained belong to J.K Rolling. I created the characters Lara Blackwell, Charlotte Cleveland, Matthew Angelo, Elisabeth Blackwell and Abel Blackwell. Started on April 16th, 2021, completed on July 5th, 2021. #1 in dracolovestory, #10 in dracomalfoy, #1 in stars, #1 in malfoyfamily, #1 in dracofanfic, #5 in dracomalfoy, #1 in draco, #2 in star, #1 in slowburn, #2 in hogwarts, #4 in malfoy, #1 in astronomytower,

Nirvana Giannina's parents were always close friend with the Malfoy's. Nirvana and Draco were best friends growing up, but ever since they started going to Hogwarts they got distant from each other. Later on in the story they realize they love each other, but there's a lot of obstacles that keep them getting together. ---- "Do you still remember the night we danced to that one song?" I asked, I felt Draco smile and he nodded. He got up from the hospital bed and held out his hand. "What are you doing?" I asked with a chuckle. "Asking you to dance with me." "But there's no music." "You just need to imagine it's there." I smiled licking my lips and grabbed his hand with a nod. I got up from the bed and I giggled when Draco spun me around before grabbing my waist and pulling me close to him. ---- He wasn't heartless, he was caring. He just didn't know how to show his affection towards others. She wasn't a spoiled brat, she had to earn the things she had. She might've seemed happy all the time, but her life was a bumpy road. ---- I am a VERY dramatic author, so don't come for me when something over the top happens, thanks. ---- - Started September 10, 2020 • Finished November 22, 2020 -

Our world was so full of stereotypes; judgement being passed without concrete evidence. I lived my life right smacked in the middle of stereotypes. Every day, every breath was judgement. When I was born, I was judged to be a handful. When I was six, I was judged to be an outcast. When I was eleven, I was judged for being sorted into Slytherin. I lived every day and every waking moment in the midst of judgement. You couldn't be too rude, or too nice. Not too doubtful, yet not too trusting. This story has been written the day I first entered this world. It is still being written. I am Aria Weasley, and this is my story.

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