[ completed and also on ao3 ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

WARNING: SMUT, 18+ READERS ONLY!- ; (contains heavy sexual content, language, drugs, violence) Camellia Larke has had a bit of a crush on Fred Weasley for a few years, but never had the courage to do anything about it... until one night at the Burrow, when suddenly, everything about their relationship changes, and being "just friends" is no longer a viable option. DISCLAIMER: All original Harry Potter character credit goes to J.K. Rowling. {- This is an AU where Fred survives the Battle of Hogwarts and continues to run Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes with his twin brother, George, as it should have been.}

'𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙, 𝐻𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛' 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙.' Hailey McClair's used to playing second. Second to her brother's moods. Second to her sister's dramatics. Still, she has a knack for charm, a habit of control, and a perfectly practiced smile. She tries to forget, to keep things light, pretend she has her shit together - and for the most part she hides it pretty well. But Cook's never been fooled by her. Not really. He's the kind of boy she's spent her whole life avoiding. Loud. Reckless. Impossible. Beautiful in all the wrong ways. And worst of all, he's her brother's best friend. Cook's trouble. Freddie's trying to keep her safe. And Hailey's just trying to make sense of the noise. When you've spent years watching everyone else fall apart, maybe chaos starts to look a little like comfort.