She is a Slytherin. But she is also a Muggle-born. Rosie Carter finds herself in a world where she's not wanted. Especially not by the Slytherin Prince himself. ---- A Draco Malfoy love story From enemies to lovers ***** TRIGGER WARNINGS: Contains mature language and sexual scenes throughout Mentions of alcohol misuse Violence, death and grief ***** Translations in Spanish, Italian and German can be found in my reading lists on my profile.

"all i've done is cause you trouble." "maybe i like trouble." sixteen year old venus just wants one normal year, is that too much to ask? school has always been a safe place for her, she has friends that she'd consider family, teachers that have high hopes for her, and a good view from the hufflepuff table. the one thing that Venus doesn't need is draco sodding malfoy ruining her potions mark. - draco malfoy X original female character - hbp era - started november 1st 2020 completed november 26th 2020 51K words - highest rankings #1 in fanfiction #1 in potionsclass #1 in novoldemort #1 in sixth year #2 in chemistry #3 in slow burn

There was never a moment where I realized I love him. I hadn't even realized that I had became attached to him as much as I was. I was in denial of my everlasting, growing dependency for Draco Malfoy. After all, he was the enemy, how could I? Maybe Draco and I confused the line between addiction and love. I wish I realized sooner. ~ Draco stands me up, his eyes locking with mine makes my knees buckle. He runs his thumb over my cheek bone, stabilizing and captivating me by the second. We stay in this position as seconds go by, making me melt. He's right of course, he has me around his finger. "You're truly addicting, Y/n." He doesn't slur his words, but only drags them out. I stand up. I craved him. His touch. The way his words melt off his tongue. The need was becoming overpowering. ~

"Draco, you may think this world is black and white, but it's not. I'm seeing grey. Together we're grey, we go perfectly" I rest my hands on his chest and look into the broken boy, he's already broken but I can mend him, I'll help him help himself. {18+ MATURE CONTENT AND POTENTIAL TRIGGERS!} He's is so determined to hide his feelings and true emotions from everyone but from her. She makes everything feel better. He trusts her. - {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} - {Mature Content, might be some triggers (I will say before very chapter if need!); Viewer Discretion is Advised, might be a slower burner, not too sure yet} Started 16th November 2020.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I don't think I can hold these feelings back anymore," he continued. I tried to brush it off with an awkward chuckle. "I'm sure your feelings only came back because we ran into each other after years of no contact." "Came back? Please..." he scoffed, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me. "They never left." He scooted closer, resting one of his hands on my ankle and gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. My back straightened as every muscle in my body tensed. I wordlessly watched as he softly glided his hand up my calf. My hand clasped around his as it neared my inner thigh, "What are you doing?" "I know you want this as much as I do," he breathed out. - SEQUEL TO MUFFLIATO | MATURE CONTENT WARNING | Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #3 in dracolovestory #9 in spice

His cold hand snakes up to my neck and I gulp, his cold rings that decorates his hand cools my neck. My body however, reacts rather weird to this as it begins to set the butterflies free to roam. I look into his eyes as he brings himself closer, making me smell his expensive scent. "I'm on to you" Is all what Draco said before violently letting me free. My head jerks back from the force before I place my hands onto my now cold neck. I sit there in silence with confusion as Draco walks away with a smug look. ꧁ 𓆙 ꧂ Draco Malfoy, the coldest wizard that is known to man. Everything about him is cold; his glacier stare, frosty locks, icy eyes, his ice cold rings, and his touch, he is brutally cold. Celeste Saloux, the new witch who just wants a fresh start, her angelic yet fierce personality appeals to many. ꧁ 𓆙 ꧂ 𓆙𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒?𓆙 𓆙𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑐𝑦 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑦𓆙 (There will be a lot to details, I warned you)

-UNDER EDITING- Bella Diggory starts her fifth year as a muggle born Slytherin at Hogwarts, not knowing and understanding why she was ever sorted into Slytherin. All of Slytherin despises her for this and bully her because of this, especially Draco Malfoy and his friends. The rest of the houses don't want to hang out with her, since Malfoy and his friends manage to break every friendship or relationship she ever tries to have in the worst ways. Things get complicated when Bella starts to have a thing with Oliver Wood. Malfoy seems to take more interest in Bella, not knowing what ride he got himself into when everything takes a completely different turn. ~|~ "She was supposed to be a distraction. She was supposed to be a simple thing I could scratch of my bucket list. She was supposed to be a one time thing. A good or decent fuck. It was supposed to be another thing I could ruin her with. Making her desperate for the person she hates the most. It was all supposed to be a joke. But the joke got out of hand. Big time." ~|~ Year 5, 6 (including battle) | OC and Draco POV

"Come on Rose!" her friends called her back. Rose took one last look at her headmaster, but to her surprise he was already looking at her. "Don't be out past the prefect curfew," her headmaster scolded her, before turning on his heel to walk away. "No promises." she mumbled just in time for him to hear her. Draco Malfoy was indeed a very handsome man to stare at, but he made it nearly impossible to stay away from him despite being the schools headmaster.

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

[COMPLETED] I know this concept is a bit overdone but I promise to make it interesting. This takes place a few years after the war. Just to clarify, the story is better than the description. I suck at writing descriptions. Highest rankings: #1 in Hermione, #1 in Dramione, #1 in Kinsley, #1 in GinnyPotter, #6 in DracoMalfoy, #175 in Magic, and others but I keep forgetting to keep track