Leaving France was never part of Eudora Fawley's plan. Forced to transfer from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts halfway through her third year, she finds herself surrounded by unfamiliar faces, impossible expectations, and a castle that refuses to feel like home. Between difficult classes, a family determined to protect their reputation, and the quiet loneliness of starting over, Eudora convinces herself that keeping her head down is the safest option. It almost works. Until a certain red-haired Gryffindor decides she is far too serious for her own good.

❝𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬. ❞ ❝𝙄 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪. ❞ ❝Destiny is an awfully difficult thing to avoid. It is uncertain what the future holds for two teenagers that have had their fates written in the stars. Their love may well be their salvation or the emotion that leads them towards their inevitable end. ❞ {Harry J. Potter x OC} {Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows} {Book based} {Slow-burn} Don't report this book, let's all spread love <3 Originally published: January 2021 Most recent rewrite/reupload started : April 2026

A young girl called Bella dursely, who's Harry Potter's cousin, suddently gats a letter for hogwarts, and her adventure's begin.

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.

Antara Malfoy was never supposed to fall for someone like Fred Weasley. He's chaos wrapped in laughter, defiance, and fire-everything she's been warned to stay away from. She's the Malfoy heir, the perfect pureblood daughter, raised to wear her pride like armor and her emotions like secrets. But the war has a way of tearing masks apart. When a series of dangerous circumstances force Fred and Antara onto the same side, hatred turns to banter, banter turns to tension, and tension... becomes something neither of them can control. Every stolen glance feels like a sin, every touch a betrayal. He's light. She's darkness. And somewhere between loyalty and longing, they start to blur the lines. As blood is spilled and loyalties are tested, they'll have to decide if love can survive in a world built to destroy it-or if they'll burn together trying. ... "Get out of my face Fred!" I scream pushing his chest. "Then get the fuck out of my head!" ... "Do you want me?" I whisper. "Want you?" He chuckles while tightening his hand in my hair, tilting my head more upwards. "I'm way beyond that love. I'm between need and desperate." He whispers against my lips. ... AN: The story starts in The Goblet of fire.

Anais Beatriz Snape Amador was never meant to exist - not in the eyes of the Ministry, the Death Eaters, or even her own mother. Born of shadow and legacy, she arrives at Hogwarts cloaked in secrecy, her name whispered in pureblood halls and feared in others. A Slytherin by birthright, a weapon by design, Anais is as brilliant as she is dangerous. Her presence is cold, commanding, and calculated - perfectly curated to hide the truth no one can ever know: she is the illegitimate daughter of Severus Snape. But everything begins to unravel during the year of the Triwizard Tournament. As chaos descends on the castle and dark magic weaves its way back into the world, Anais finds herself drawn into a storm of secrets, seduction, and betrayal. At the heart of it all is Mattheo Riddle - the darkly magnetic son of Lord Voldemort, and every bit as cursed as the name he bears. Their rivalry simmers with unspoken tension, threatening to ignite into something far more destructive. But while Mattheo ignites the fire, it's Theodore Nott who watches it burn - silent, calculating, always two steps ahead. He sees through every mask Anais wears, every lie she tells herself, and offers something Mattheo never could: control. Between them, she's caught in a game of pull and push - chaos and calm, fury and stillness. And standing beside her, always, is Lorenzo Berkshire - her oldest friend, her steady compass in a world that seems intent on tearing her apart. As whispers of war rise from the ashes of the past, Anais must choose between legacy and loyalty, vengeance and vulnerability. Because the truth is coming. The masks are slipping. And when bloodlines are weapons and love is a liability, survival means becoming more than a name. He is the son of a monster. She is the girl bred to survive one. Neither asked to be pawns in this game. This isn't a fairytale. This is Slytherin love - sharp, seductive, and bound to ruin.

Eleanor Selwyn and Draco Malfoy had three things in common: a high, pure-blood status, academic talents and Slytherin house. Other than that, they were complete opposites and hated each other. That was rather unfortunate, as the Selwyns and the Malfoys had been part of the same social circle for decades. They went to the same parties, visited the same shops and restaurants and visited each other far more than Eleanor would have liked. If it were up to their mothers, they'd already have been betrothed, but ever since birth, the two were like fire and ice. But what happens when ice gets too close to fire?

BEING REWRITTEN AS OF JAN 3RD 2025 - ON HIATUS, MARKED AS COMPLETED JULY 25TH 2023. 18+ 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮. 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨. !all characters in this story are 18+! 𝙄 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙞𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙘𝙘𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜/𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨. Y/N is best friends with Ron Weasley, and they are both about to start their sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry. Y/N has had a questionable relationship with Ron's twin brothers Fred & George. The twin menaces love to tease and prank Y/N endlessly, and have only ever sought to annoy her since she became friends with Ron. The twins & y/n have only ever known to irritate one another. Could their relationship ever change? 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚘𝟹! 𝚊𝚘𝟹 𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜 (to name a few): • jealous fred weasley • jealous george weasley • threesome - fmm • light bdsm • alternative universe - hogwarts • aged up character(s) • drunken shenanigans • mutual pining • tooth rotting fluff • restricted magical use • polyamory • cringefest

❛❛ I hate that I made you love me. ❞ Viola Winslet and Draco Malfoy have spent years pretending to be polite family friends to please their parents. They pretend to enjoy each other's company at the pureblood balls they're forced to attend. After summer break, they despise each other at Hogwarts and aren't afraid to show it. Every encounter turns into a battle of insults, pride, and control. But when forced proximity and family expectations keep throwing them together, their hatred starts to blur into something neither of them is willing to name. disclaimer : these are my ideas, I will not tolerate any sort of copying or extreme heavy inspo. I also will not tolerate nonconsensual translating ! - enemies to lovers - slow burn - family friends - childhood "friends" - accurate/canon draco - mature themes - mature language - spoilers - spice Started: 06/13/26 Ended: ? tags: #1 dracomalfoy #1 malfoy #1 dracofanfic #1 dracotok #1 pureblood #1 hagrid © xeylio

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming