Theodore Nott has never had a thing for love and flowers, especially when it came down to particular girls his friends disliked. But when a hopeless romantic discovers to be more amusing than she seems, he can't help but enjoy having her around. Then when Mattheo Riddle begins to crave a bad romance with her, he can't help but intervene himself to go after her himself. Even if he's bad at romance.

"No strings.. no feelings... just sex." I point my finger at him, my brows raising. Dimple prominent, and a smirk on his face, he lifts his hands in the air "Just sex." "Deal?" He glanced down and my extended hand taking it in his and pulling me into his chest. "Deal." He whispered, before his lips crashed into mine.

𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦. "𝘓𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯, 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘺, 𝘴𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶," 𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦, "𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵." 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮, 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Since the moment Willow Sterling met the one and only Mattheo Riddle, her hatred towards him has only grown. However, now that she has to marry him, will they stop their petty disputes and actually try to like each other? Or will they forever be enemies?

"I'm sorry, thanks for the offer. But I'm not being your girlfriend." "Pretend." "What?" "Not my real one you twit. Just like a fake one." He shrugs, as if it's the most casual thing to say. "You must be insane." "That I am." ˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚˙༓࿇༓˙˚ Both Camila Dobrev and Mattheo Riddle promised to follow the most important rule - "Don't fall in love." This idea of fake dating benefited the both of them in many ways, but is it inevitable that true feelings will arise from this pretend relationship? Or will they forever be frenemies?

Hermione knew she was good with kids, but this was beyond the pale. She had been called down to Emergency for a 6 month old infant boy, the original diagnosis was splinching as he had been apparated in with an injured adult but the minute Hermione looked at him she knew better and immediately cast the counter curse and began healing the open wound on the child's chest. Someone had cast a sectumsempra on him. What sort of person would do that to a baby? It couldn't have been an accident. The hit had been dead on and with a target that small it had to have been done on purpose. The story is also posted on Archiveofourown.org https://archiveofourown.org/works/44188648 Podfic (Audiobook) can be found on Archive.org under TrillbySkinner Italian Translation by @HPTraduzioni Vietnamese Translation by @strwbnt3 Russian Translation (probably) on Ficbook (if anyone finds the link, please share it! I'd love to include the translator here!)

"I respect the darkness inside you, and I respect that you've changed, I respect...that you hate." Harry Potter is the infamous Boy-Who-Died, the twin brother of Luka Potter, the Boy who lived. One of them is forced into the light, while the other is shut into the dark. A darker Harry Potter goes to Hogwarts after living a painful life with his abusive Father, and falls in love with the one who made it all possible. Tom Riddle. Warnings: Abuse, Murder, Boy x Boy

{Their Family book 1} Harry Potter works as Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, but while picking Teddy up from the Primary Wizard Academy he notices a young crying child and decides to help. Draco Malfoy has had a pretty hard time trying to raise his son since his wife's death. While signing his son up for classes at the Primary Wizard Academy the young boy happens to wander away, luckily the Golden Boy is always there to help. Can they let the past be in the past to forge a better future? "Whose kid is this?" "He's mine, Potter." "No, seriously..." [COMPLETE || Rated Mature by Wattpad for some?reason?]

Regulus Arcturus Black didn't like most things. In fact, he rarely had an opinion on anything at all. I might've been a result of his upbringing. The horrific consequence of a childhood where one was never heard. Not because they chose to be silent...but because they had no voice. James Potter liked most things...loved them actually. Sunday mornings, broom polish, treacle tart, James' love knew no bounds. Endless and unwavering. His voice was always heard, loud and clear, a true born leader, nurtured from the second his first cry sounded in the world. Nature vs Nurture. A long standing debate. Which one will prevail? James Potter and Regulus Black. A destined tragedy.

Harry Potter was an orphan. Dumbledore took him to his uncle and aunt's house. He met McGonagall. It was the only way, he told her. She demanded why he must be raised by such awful people. "Minerva, it will keep him from becoming pampered." The woman had scoffed at him. "If you don't want him to be pampered, fine. I'LL take him." And that was that. ***I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER***

"Potter. Are you awake." "Yes Malfoy what the bloody hell is so important to wake me up at 2 in the morning for?!" "Whats your favorite color." "Green." Harry said rolling over so his back was facing the blond. "Oh" "Go to bed Malfoy." •Updates every few days, the writing gets better after the first few chapters, I promise•