in which the boy who had no choice meets the girl who's tasked to find out why. cover by @thirstymalfoy HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in draco malfoy

Sometimes love isn't enough to save someone. ~ - Contains the Following - Mature Language Mature Explicit Content Mental Illness Self Harm Violence Graphic Injuries ~ R A N K I N G S #1 in enemiestolovers 12/23/20 #2 in dracolovestory 12/30/20 #2 in deatheaters 2/21/21 #2 in dracosmut 1/3/21 #2 in wizardingworld 1/8/21 #3 in spells 6/9/21 #5 in pureblood 1/22/21 #5 in slytherin 3/14/21 #1 in wizardsandwitches 5/12/21 #39 in dracomalfoyfanfic 12/27/20 #39 in dracomalfoy 12/27/20 cover by: me

"All I wished for was to not be a Slytherin. Pure blood supremacy was woven into the material of those jade coloured ties and I would rather strangle myself with one than wear it." After returning from her time spent on the run, Lyra, unruly, sarcastic and sardonic, is sent to Hogwarts In hope it will keep her out of trouble and help her fulfil the future her pureblood parents have planned for her. She is determined not to fall into the pure blood, blood supremacy trap and is set on never marrying a Pureblood or succumbing to their dark, immoral ways. That is until she meets one particular blonde, who will change her insular life as she knows it. And with the war slowing looming will she choose her Family or her beliefs? •started 28th of December 2020•

The war is over. This is a time for new beginnings. This is the time for redemption. When Draco Malfoy receives his letter, he knows he has to go back. Draco Malfoy goes back to Hogwarts, seeing it as a second chance, willing to undo the harm he's done over the years. He meets Stiorra Roper again, the girl he once loved intensely and passionately, and now more than ever does the boy wish he could go back in time and choose a different path. Will Stiorra ever forgive him? Will he ever get a second chance? Is a year enough to redeem himself? Draco Malfoy learns what true love is, and friendships he never thought were possible surprisingly come his way. Disclaimer: some chapters contain s*x scenes, read at your own risks. AND: I do not own the characters apart from Stiorra Roper and her story that I made up from scratch. (ranked #79 out of 20,5k stories on #different on the 13.12.2020) (#2 on #sisterandbrother on the 22.01.2021 and #1 on the 25.01.2021)

Draco Malfoy love story. Friendship, smut, love, hate, trauma, broken hearts. MATURE CONTENT! 15+ ~ "You make me feel like I'm stuck, Emelia! Like I'm never going to be able to live my life how I want to. You make me feel like I'm stuck with you and only you!" Draco yelled at me fiercely as tears welled up in my hazel eyes. "You don't mean that." I whispered, my stomach churning from the words he spat at me. "Like hell I don't." ~ Highest rankings🥰: #1 in DracoFanfic #1 in WizardingWorld #1 in HermioneGranger #1 in Hogwarts #2 in Hufflepuff #2 in Dracolovestory #3 in DeathlyHallows #3 in writing This book is complete/ in process of editing. Some characters belong to J.K. Rowling as well as some plot points.

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?

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

'𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩. 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪?' 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙜𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙙. '𝙢𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚. 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙚𝙡𝙨𝙚𝙨.. 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚' - language, sexual scenes, underage drinking/drug use, ect. if these thing bother you, please do not read this story. highest ranks: #1 in pansy parkinson #4 in dm

My eyes glazed over the tall boy, taking in every detail of his face. His expression was marked with concentration and vulnerability as he recalled the notes to the song. I took a step forward, resting my elbows on the large piano he was seated at, ignoring the people around it. I met the eyes of the musician, and it was as if, for a moment.. His eyes were not his typical icey-blue, it was as though they were the deep blue of an ocean. He hesitated as he noticed my presence, pausing ever so slightly before the next note of the song. It was barely noticeable. Nevertheless, he continued on, looking back down at the keys and going through with his song, as if it were a personal. When he had finished, the crowd broke into a delicate applause, careful not to spill their drinks. I waited for the boy to look up at me, to meet my eyes once again, but they remained on the keys to his precious instrument, as though he had never noticed me at all. Important notes/ Alterations I've made: Luna Lovegood and Oliver Wood are the same age as the golden trio, Mirabelle ect. Bellatrix Lestrange and Narcissa Malfoy aren't related, instead they are close childhood friends (Sorry I realised Draco and Mirabelle would be related like 10 chapters in, lmfaoo)

« When our eyes first locked I felt my body shiver, I never knew I could want someone so badly » *** Maybe it's wrong Maybe it's toxic Maybe we're too young But it's love. Rough love *** DracoXreader 16 and up (viewers discretion is advised) A love fanfiction with a spicy turn. Year 4 to undefined (but they are 16) Smut warning Kind of a slow (yet still fast) burn Highest rank: #1 dracofanfic #4 draco #18 fanfiction #1 dracoxreader #2 bold #1 daddydraco #5 16andup #12 wizards #1 tease #3 spicy #2 hogwarts #40 dracomalfoy #1 dracolovestory