― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

[BOOK TWO] in which the girl who lost it all reunites with the boy who took it all away from her. cover by @thirstymalfoy

this is a book of drelara drabbles. please do not read unless you've finished the second book in the series: the girl who lost it all. cover by @citruspotter

in which the boy who had no choice meets the girl who's tasked to find out why. cover by @thirstymalfoy HIGHEST RANKING: #1 in draco malfoy

People were going to paint the wrong narrative when it comes to the both of them; just like how historians painted the story of Persephone and Hades. The daughter of the monster people used to fear, the girl with a long line of villains before her; with venom and curse, and every cruel thing anyone could ever think of running through her vein, yet still, she endured. The son of a Death Eater who was destined to follow his ancestor's fate, the coward who believed he had his hands tied, the boy who had been fed with poison on a silver spoon; waiting for the day when skull and death were finally written on his skin. Their story was not about belonging, it might not even be as pretty as anyone wanted it to be; it was chaotic, they knew how doomed they were from the very start, and with every fibre in their beings, they swore they had tried to ignore their destiny that had already written by the Fates. But then again, even the cynic knew their story was the devil's favourite song. greek mythology metaphor/analogy is heavily used. slow-burn | enemies to lovers | | Prisoner of Azkaban - Deathly Hallows | © 2020 October highest rank: 1 in #dracofanfic 1 in #persephone

Hogwarts is inevitably vulnerable to the chaos brewing outside its walls. Without room for doubts concerning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return, the growing fear is bound to reach the student body. Though, it strikes them in the form of an unknown female voice, arriving with a shocking claim; all of their deepest, darkest secrets - it knows them all. As a proof of the voice's legitimacy - and the cleverest cover up - the middle Grimaldi sister's unrequited love for her house's Prefect, Draco Malfoy, is made public. [golden era] [friday updates]

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

khione is on the hunt for blood - draco is on the hunt for her. [summary inside] cover by @haruhiifowl

COMPLETED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❝ 𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮. ❞ ❝ 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. ❞ - 5th-7th YR. OOTP-TDH extended summary + triggers in intro #7 in dracomalfoy - 10/31/20 #2 in goldentrio - 11/10/20 #5 in zabini - 12/15/20 #10 in redemption - 12/26/20 #1 in wizard - 01/03/21 #1 in malfoyfamily - 01/07/21

𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 "I am not some girl that you fuck with when it's convenient for you." There wasn't a sign of heat in Odessa's voice, as if her heart was beating so steadily, even though she could risk all her stability by one fleeting glance into his eyes. Odessa had a whole speech in her mind, ready at her palms but around him everything seemed to melt away and she hated it. Her jaw fell slack as he reached outwards, tilting her head back. His eyes met hers and suddenly, the rain felt just as chilling. Each drop stuck on her skin like a puddle that wouldn't leave, perfectly formed and perfectly cold. "It's always convenient for me." He whispered. • • • hey sluts! my name's key and this is a rewrite of my previous story, mrs. arranged malfoy don't copy my story because of legal stuff and what not although im flattered that you think my writings good enough for you to copy (phewww real ego booster right there)