To debate between hatred, friendship, love - with a foe, a friend, or a lover.

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

~ "I don't talk to sl*ts." Draco said coldly. "Now Malfoy, don't be butthurt because I'm not your little sl*t, you can dream though." ~ "Look at me while I f*cking destroy you." - Draco X OC (Stella Primrose) - Contains Smut (With warnings) I promise the writing gets better after a few chapters, just trust me. CONTAINS LOTS OF PLOT TWISTS! It's my thing and you have been warned. !!All credits go to JK ROWLING!! But I own the characters; Stella Primrose, Leon Primrose, Elias Henderson, Violet Nott. Slow burn? Don't know her.

Adreanna didn't know it then, but both her and Draco Malfoy were not so different from one another; willing to sacrifice one life to save another's.

To debate between hatred, friendship, love - with a foe, a friend, or a lover.

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