REWRITING!! In which time would never be enough, and vows lived to be broken. | "Always such a good girl for me, aren't you?" Draco groaned into my parted lips, earning a moan from me as he forced himself deeper, rougher by the feeling of my body trembling in his grip, "Such a good girl," | "It seemed so perfect, but ended so soon." ___ A Draco Malfoy love story with a bunch of messy plots. Highest ranking; #2 in harrypotter #3 in malfoy #1 in dracofanfic ___ Trigger warning, This book contains mature content. Such as sexual relationships, violent actions, signs of sexual abuse, foul language, and character death. 18+ only. All the characters in this book are over the age of 17. I do own Leiah and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling,

He hated her with every single inch of his entire being. She hated him just as much. He was a ex-Death Eater and she was the daughter of the most notorious dark wizards. The first moment he laid eyes on her, Draco knew she was going to be trouble. The bane of his existence and he was hers. Her dark blood was the reason he resented her. Armena Riddle-Lestrange has always been secluded from the Wizarding World, due to being the unwanted child of Voldemort and Bellatrix Lestrange. That was until both of her parents were killed in the war. That was when everything changed for Armena. After being invited to join the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry by Dumbledore himself, she was soon placed in the middle of a tight knit circle of Slytherin's. She tried to stay away from him but she found herself drawn towards him in ways she would never begin to understand. He was the wizard she had been trying so hard to avoid. Armena battles her demons within, as she embarks on her journey through romance, friendships and hatred. She will soon learn just how far will she go to seek the truth and how deep will loyalties lie. *** A.N. Please read introduction before reading to understand that Draco and Armena are NOT related. Since I am the author, I have made it so Bellatrix is a born into the Lestrange family. I know this is not how the Harry Potter series works but thats the magical world of story telling! I have also included the trigger warnings as well so please review! Anyways enjoy ✨ Overall Rankings: #2 Draco Malfoy, #9 Draco

"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•

slowburn enemies to lovers. - PG 16, explicit content. - "I love this book so much oh my god Draco is literally exactly as you'd expect him to be" "this is literally the only y/n girl that hasn't made me cringe i love it here" "OKAY I AM CALLING IT NOW THIS IS THE BEST WHATTPAD BOOK EVER." "The attention to detail is EVERYTHING" "THIS BOOK IS ELITE." "I think I just had an orgasm reading that" "When I say I gasped, I GASPED BITCH" "Pressing his arm and elbow in my chest, he thrusted me forward and up against the icy crystalline wall. The back of my head was the first to feel the wrath of his push as it slowly began to slide back down, leaving bits of my snarled hair upwards. He wrapped his left silver ringed hand on my pulsating neck. His hands piercingly cold, contrasting with the warmth of the newly bruised skin on my nape. As he began to loosen his grip, his bitter grey stoned eyes stared up at mine. I could tell he knew he had lost control and dare I say, I even picked up on a hint of regret. "

Казалось бы, что может пойти не так, когда ты буквально выстрадала себе счастливую жизнь? Но попаданка Кейт не учла, что не только она хочет заполучить себе право на счастье. По прошествии четырёх лет после жестокой войны снова всё перевернётся с ног на голову, а героям придётся вновь отправиться на поиски места под солнцем.

1956 год. Тёмный Лорд пришёл к власти над магической Британией, тучи над волшебным миром сгущаются, а попаданка Кейт в бегах. Сможет ли она, пересилив себя, сделать то, что давно должна была сделать? Сможет ли Том удержать власть в своих руках и подавить растущее сопротивление? И кто наконец выиграет злосчастную борьбу за то самое место под солнцем?

Итак, представим картину: вы после бурной вечеринки просыпаетесь в незнакомом месте и не понимаете, что происходит вокруг. И хорошо, если это место - кровать вашего друга, да даже другой город в вашей стране. А что если это койка в сиротском приюте в Англии, на дворе Вторая мировая и всё, что у вас есть - это ум и случайный человек, который хочет просто-напросто вас использовать? Имеем - молодой врач, который оказался непойми где и ищет своё место под солнцем.

Том Марволо Редлл вырос в приюте и единственным верным спутником его была девушка Грейс Грин. Что если темный лорд не был таким уж бесчувственным? Что если его сердце просто разбилось раз и на всегда?

Это мой океан стекла, Тео,- вымученно улыбнувшись, произнесла Тея. Она почти вплотную подошла к парню и продолжила, - когда-нибудь он затянет меня на дно, но пока мне приходится плыть, и уже совершенно плевать на боль, которую причиняет это плавание. Знаешь, на протяжении многих месяцев я плыла в полной темноте, почти отчаялась выбраться из него, но потом появился маяк. Ты стал моим маяком Теодор Нотт. И либо я наконец смогу выбраться из этих стеклянных вод, либо же свет маяка будет только отдаляться и вскоре совсем потухнет. И если это всё таки произойдёт, я наконец смогу остановиться, Тео, ведь я чертовски устала...