if you play with fire, you're going to get burned... ── katiebeII, 2020 © ── cover by ivrypetals (& eyescream98 / nancyn142 on deviantart) ( previously titled TEMPUS INTERFICERE ) ( rewritten version ) ( ootp--dh )

"Do you not have the stomach for this, Miss Lippincott?"

"Then I defy you, stars!"

If there was one thing Ron Weasley would never do, it was associate himself with a Slytherin. Until Konstantinova Nott, who may be the only exception to the rule. [HP; OOTP | COVER BY AMANDA] [K. NOTT SERIES | BOOK ONE]

A story per night to save her life. Dramione, dystopian post-war AU. HEA. COMPLETE. [Cross-posting of all stories currently in progress from FFN and AO3.]

Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

all the wit in the world, but who are you without it?

How did it feel? It felt like he was barely holding it together. She, of all people, should shun him. Or yell at him. Curse him. Spit at him. Take out her wand and blast him off the face of the earth. It was crushing guilt and relief and confusion all at once when he looked at Hermione Granger. The monotony of Draco's daily routine had become both a lifeline and a noose. But this new habit of grabbing morning coffee with Hermione Granger is quickly becoming a reason to get out of bed and is unfortunately forcing him to re-evaluate his inconsequential existence. Hermione is living her life in fragments, separate pieces scattered about, and she can't find a way to step back and let the full picture form. Why is morning coffee with Draco Malfoy the only thing that makes sense anymore? *cover art created by @eternallyreadinggoodthings

━━ theodore nott is a difficult equation no one can solve. perhaps harper sharma is the answer in believing he has a future worth fighting for. theodore nott / oc half blood prince + © noctxrnals

He howls at the moon, hoping that his mate would hear the isolation in his voice. He was so tired of searching, of being alone. THEODORE NOTT © iimperius 2021