In which insatiable hunger meets psychopathy, and the midst of it works within malicious minds like the devil himself. | "Everything I have been doing is for you!"

Oh, man. Here we go. This is Filthy rewritten. Lucille is way smarter... it's not as rushed.... uhhh...and Naomi hardly uses 'cooed' or 'coos'. Treat this book as an alternate universe. Slow updates because I'm a uni student with hardly any time now. Yes, it is still very explicit. Yes, it is toxic. Yes, Lucille uses her inner Granger. No, I cannot tell you who she ends up with in this book for I have no idea, either. (Or do I?). OH, and I introduce you to a new character, Silas Laurent Berkshire. WHO IS HEEEEE?

In which Harry Potter's name was never chosen from the Goblet of Fire and there were actually only three champions. A mystique soul, who is willing to do anything in order to keep her past hidden, thrown into a dangerous game of surprises while also being a pawn in another game to amuse a certain Slytherin clique. | "I'd choose you in every lifetime." "Every lifetime?" "Every single one."

"It's kill or be killed" A thrilling and dark twist. Lord Voldemort has won. Harry Potter is dead. He takes in the students who can fight and students who can work. The students taken in to fight will have one year to prove themselves worthy and loyal in training. If not they will be killed. Ava Green is chosen to fight. Will she prove her worth? Will she escape? Will she survive? Or will she become one of Voldemort's most loyal? All will be answered when she notices the eyes of Voldemort's most dangerous assassins, Draco Malfoy. At the end of the year Ava and the other students will be required to do a series of tests. If they fail. They die.

Toxic Draco. Dumb Lucille. The book with a messy plot full of smut. You might fall in love with Lorenzo Berkshire. Oh, and I wrote this in under a month, so enjoy that *rushed* and *minimal effort* taste. + A book that takes unexpected turns of events. + More than just your regular mature fanfiction. {Half-Blood Prince | Deathly Hallows | Post-War} [Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised; This book is semi-slow burn but once the mature content appears, it's very frequent.| Highest Rankings #1 draco #1 malfoy #1 mature #3 dracomalfoy #7 in fanfiction #9 in louispartridge started: september 30th, 2020 ended: october 23rd, 2020

"I will never ever let anything happen to you, you hear me? I would never let anyone or anything hurt you, and if anyone does hurt you, they'll never live to see another day." She was completely melting under his fingertips, every molecule in her body giving into his cold, but gentle touch. "You're mine and I'll kill everyone in the whole fucking world in an instant if it meant you'll be safe, got it?" "Got it," she nodded, sniffling. "Good." ~ In a million years, one would never see them look at each other the way they do now. Care for each other the way they do now Protect each other the way they do now. Love each other the way they do now. They were a beautiful mistake.

"Sit. The fuck. Down," she said instead, her voice dropping into a warning tone. But he only matched her and lowered his head just a tiny bit, so their eyes were perfectly levelled. His face was about three inches from hers, and she could study all the sharp and non-boyish features of his face. "Why. Do. You. Avoid. Me." It wasn't a question anymore. "Because you scare me." | This is no love story. This is simply a story where love is taken as less than a minor factor. | Check author's note for trigger warnings and more information!

Oshun's eyebrows were drawn together deeply. She studied the ink on her card, perplexed. Even reread the words to make sure she read it properly. "Who'd you get, Oshun?" Forest stood from her bed to sit next to her roommate. She peeked over to see Oshun's card. "Oh?" "I got Fred Weasley and Draco Malfoy." | With the redhead, she felt wanted and held. With blond, she felt alive and thrilled. Those were things she constantly sought for, things she didn't fancy more than the other. She yearned for them all equally, almost as if they were her serotonin. And the fact that these two boys were both able to quench her thirst for these things was beyond magical. She wouldn't want to be alluringly entwined with anybody else.