Juliette Blackwell knows exactly what is expected of her. Draco Malfoy does too. Their families have been enemies for years, bound together by old money, broken alliances, public smiles and private resentment. As their final year at Hogwarts begins, the castle becomes a battlefield once again. Titles are up for grabs, alliances begin to shift and neither of them is willing to lose. But someone else is watching. For years, an anonymous voice has haunted Hogwarts, exposing secrets that were never meant to come to light. But beneath the rivalry lies something far more dangerous: a truth buried within their families' past. And only two enemies can uncover it. - Enemies to lovers - Slow burn - Forced proximity - Childhood friends - High society - Mystery - Spice Do NOT copy, repost, or translate my work without my permission.

TWs: 18+, graphic violence (torture, etc.) mature language, sexual content, drug use Emotional damage may be caused, read at your own risk🤗 ••••• Katherine Black was born to rule. To command. Order and control were the rhythm she lived by, the structure she built her world upon. She knew exactly who she was, and so did everyone else. What she inspired wasn't fear, nor was it blind admiration. It was either respect, or a nasty type of jealousy. But there was always one exception. One infuriating, impossible, red-haired exception who refused to bow to her presence. Fred Weasley. So the question becomes: what happens when the Trickster falls for the untouchable Heiress? And what happens when he realises her destiny is far too great to comprehend?

WARNING WARNING DONT READ THIS ITS SO FCKIN CRINGE I WROTE THIS TWO YEARS AGO AHHH ☘︎︎☘︎︎ ~ Fred Weasley x fem!oc 10.10.2020-01.18.2021 Warnings: Smut (chapters that contain will be marked in the chapter title)

Living in a little picturesque town by the beach, Lena's life seemed perfect. If it weren't for her traditional parents who tried to decide her future, she would daydream underneath the big willow tree in her garden, crochet in her squeaking hammock or bake chocolate chip cookies just for herself. Everything changed this summer break when mysterious things occurred and a strangely dressed, white bearded man invited her to talk. A cozy Harry Potter reads ☾ #1 in fredweasley #1 in georgeweasley #1 in theonott #1 in harrypotter #1 in fanfiction #1 in weasleytwins #1 in weasley #1 in muggle #1 in fredandgeorge #1 in ronweasley #1 in remuslupin #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in slowburn #1 in hermione #1 in ronweasley #1 in wolfstar #1 in twins #1 in gryffindor #2 in hogwarts #2 in marauders

Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name gives. Starting Hogwarts, Kally quickly learns the hate that comes with being a Slytherin. She finds comfort in her Slytherin friends who face similar responsibilities. A handsome blonde being one of those.

"I promised myself to never fall in love again, even if that leaves me to be alone for the rest of my existence. I don't really see the point now you know. Devoting yourself and giving everything that you have to give to someone who will eventually shatter you to pieces. What's the use, really?" "The thrill of it all I suppose. Having your heart on the line, the power that the person that you love holds over you. Maybe it's like living on a permanent state of adrenaline. Pathetic. If I wanted to do something thrilling I would throw myself off the astronomy tower and do Arresto Momentum before I hit the ground" "Well then, heaven help the fools who fall in love" "Agree. Heaven help the fools who fall in love" Disclaimer: I only own the characters that I created, everything else belongs to she who must not be named. This fanfic follows the events of the books but the story revolves around Madeleine. We do not support JKR's beliefs in this household so if you do please kindly get out. Started: 30/12/20 Completed: 11/09/21 Word count: 601905

❝ 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦, 𝘎𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘰𝘯. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦? ❞ I asked him, for the first time in my life, I've never felt more confused. ❝ 𝘞𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢. 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. ❞ He says calmly, without a doubt, and looking straight into my eyes. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ In the quiet moments between pranks and chaos, something unspoken lingers. 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆, the infamous jokester of Gryffindor, is used to hiding his true self behind laughter. 𝗔𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗮 𝗗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗲, sharp-witted and reserved, is the kind of girl who watches the world from the shadows, never quite letting it in. They never talk about it. They don't have to. It's in the way Fred softens when she's near, in the way Alethea's guard drops only for him. They're best friends, nothing more-at least, that's the lie they keep telling everyone. Especially themselves. But as war creeps into the walls of Hogwarts and everything safe begins to crumble, the lines between laughter and longing begin to blur. Can they truly remain just friends after all the moments and memories they've shared, even as they deny their feelings for each other? But can their actions really hide what their hearts refuse to admit? This book is a heart-aching story of friendship, feelings unspoken, and the war that forces them to choose-between what's easy, and what's real. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝟏𝟖+).

From the moment Lady Prideful crosses paths with Mr Arrogant, sparks don't fly, they detonate. To each other, they are utterly insufferable, waging a war of verbal blows, vicious hexes, and petty sabotage, where surrender would mean total humiliation. But hatred is supposed to feel cold, not dangerously hot. It isn't meant to burn beneath the skin like a fever that won't break, or leave hearts racing long after the argument ends. So when all is said and done and there's nothing left to fight but their feelings, what then? Well, Adria Harlow has always had a taste for fire, and she knows exactly how to fan Draco Malfoy's temper, igniting an Inferno. Word Count: 455k

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