=I didn't know you had another sister, Weasley= -Draco Malfoy x reader Currently editing

Mia Potter was the other Potter. Looking almost identical to her mother, she was a force to be reckoned with. But there was only one person who could reckon with her, and his name was Draco Malfoy. In which the youngest Potter twin finds herself falling for the pureblood Slytherin.

This is the second book in The Last Riddle series. Please read The Last Riddle before this. Spoilers for The Last Riddle below! His Final Riddle. No longer Harry Potter's twin sister. No longer Lily and James Potter's orphan daughter. No longer an orphan at all. My father is alive. My father is Lord Voldemort, The Dark Lord and the most feared wizard of our time. So who the hell does that make me? Angelica Potter...Angelica Riddle. Neither name truly belongs to me, neither feels truly right. Perhaps that's because I do not fit to either family, I do not belong with either of them. Perhaps I was always destined to be alone. To be born alone, live alone and to die alone.

What is it that makes a person good? Is it who they are, or how they are raised? The people around me are a mixture of good and bad, my twin brother Harry is the good and the Dursley's? Well they are the bad. If Harry and I have the same parents surely we should both be good, right? So why is it that I feel bad, that some part of me seems rotten to the core? What's wrong with me? Angelica Flora Potter. That's the name I have always had for myself. Twin sister of Harry Potter, orphaned child of Lily and James Potter. The odd niece of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. What is my truth though? Who am I beyond all of that? There has always been an evil streak within me, there has always been something slightly odd about me. When facing the battle of light over dark, I'm not sure I can always going to keep choosing the side of light. !!!I own none of these characters except for Angelica and Poppy they all belong to jK Rowling.!!!

[discontinued] ((DRACO MALFOY X READER)) "Hello, Malfoy." Nathaniel Greene greeted. "I was just asking (Y/n) here for a dance." He gave a smile. "Right.." he held the door as Nathaniel held his hand out to me. Draco saw the hesitation as I grabbed Nathaniel's hand. Nathaniel led me through the door and back into the ballroom, surrounded by the eyes of snobby old women and their sons that were all waiting to pounce on the opportunity to dance with me. I gulped as we awaited the previous song's end, dreading the fact that I'd have to dance with this creep, and when the song finally came... I was pulled into the middle of the floor, and I gasped loudly at the sudden jerk. Only, it wasn't Nathaniel. "Draco!" I gasped as he gave a snarky smile at Nathaniel from over my shoulder, spinning with me to the upbeat tune. "Apologies, may I have this dance?" He asked, chuckling as people gathered for the song.

"Y/n, you know I would never hurt you," he took a step forward, but I kept stepping backward. "Yeah I know," I said hesitantly. "Then why are you backing up!?" He raised his voice. "I'm not, I-I just," I couldn't get words out of my mouth. "You fucking are!" He continued in a louder tone. °° When Y/n needs to transfer to Hogwarts after getting expelled from Beauxbatons, things are about to stir up. She finds out that, a seemingly nice school with nice teachers, has surprises for her. Plenty. Feeling helpless and not getting along with everyone is not new for Y/n, but she never expected things to get this out of hand. Will she be able to handle it, or will she have someone to help her? Don't forget to vote and comment Highest ranks: 1# hp 1# draco 1# dracotok 1# malfoyy 1# dracostories 2# slytherin

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.

"𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒹𝒾𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓋𝑒" |a story in which a boy and a girl have to sacrifice everything for the dark side a draco malfoy love story --Rankings-- #1 in harrypotter - September 7, 2020 #1 in rowling - October 19, 2018

Y/N Hartwood was an average girl in London. She lived with her Aunt in a small home since her parents died from unknown reasons. She went to an average middle school and she was about to start eighth grade until she received a letter in the mail. A letter that would change everything. Her life changed in ways she only thought was possible in fairytales. The change was hard and the boy with blonde hair and eyes as cold as stone didn't help. [FINISHED] Spoilers so read at your own risk. ALL RIGHTS GO TO THE GOLDEN TRIO + HAGRID ~True enemy to lovers slow burn~