Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy

The war is won. Voldemort is dead. The trio, alongside all those who were in their same year, have returned to finish their eighth year and graduate once and for all. With McGonagall as their headmistress, nothing could go wrong. Right? Upon their arrival at Hogwarts, McGonagall explains how the school year will go, and much to their dismay, the headmistress had way too different plans. Those who didn't get to finish -or start- their seventh year and were under the mercy of the Carrow twins will have to be bound to one of the opposite houses. Sleeping together in one dorm, sharing their personal space and going to class together, will the Gryffindor princess and the fallen Slytherin prince be able to keep their hands to themselves? ***** Disclaimer - I do not own anything of the Harry Potter franchise, all of that belongs to JKR. Warning:- This story contains strong language and mature themes.

His hands gripped her waist, and his head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck. She leaned back into his chest, a small smile spreading across her face as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him to lean down and plant light kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up and curled around the back of his neck, gently pulling him down because she wanted him even closer. Her hips began swaying with the music. He tightened his grip on her waist before moving his hips as well, pressing them tight against hers. She moved her hips from side to side, the friction sending a new wave of heat through Draco. "Fuck, do that again," he muttered against her neck. │MATURE CONTENT WARNING; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+│ J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters except for Alora Lin. Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #1 in dracofanfic #1 in dracolovestory #1 in dracotok #1 in hermione #1 in ravenclaw #1 in ronweasley #1 in spice #2 in dracoluciusmalfoy #2 in dracomalfoy #2 in harrypotter #3 in fanfiction #3 in hufflepuff #7 in malfoy #8 in draco

It was the boy she grew up to hate more than anything, until she found herself slowly falling for his bruised soul and haunted mind. "I just hate myself a little less when I'm with you." Trigger Warning: This story contains mature content, scenes of abuse, violence, sexual assault, and drug abuse - please read with caution! The characters Olive Winters and Samuel Sapphirus and the story line belongs to me, other than that, all credit goes to J.K. Rowling.