#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\

To say that Oliver Wood had a slight obsession with Quidditch was an understatement. It was borderline unhealthy. He loved the sport, but he hated losing. While he hated losing to any team, there was one team he hated losing to the most. Surprisingly enough, it was the Ravenclaw team. But it wasn't for reasons that many would suspect, it was because of who played on the Ravenclaw team. Melanie Anderson has been playing for the Ravenclaw Quidditch team as Chaser since her second year. What started off as friendly competition turned into rivalry as she and Oliver Wood made it their sole mission to have their teams beat each other every year. Oliver wants to win for the sake of winning, but Melanie wants to win just to see the frustrated look on Oliver's face because it's just so damn cute. Plus, who wouldn't want to hear the sexy Scottish voice curse their name?

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"Do you really not know how to kiss? You're seriously more innocent than I thought, Park Jimin." Ranked #2 in #슈가 COVER BY @yoonienetflix <3

*TRAILER IN FIRST CHAPTER* One day whilst writing the next chapter for your latest fanfiction you get a message from kik saying that they read your fanfictions. What if the guy you've been texting for a year is one of your ultimate biases? Highest rank in fanfiction: #30 17/12/16 in Fanfiction.

Kim Namjoon is the ugliest professor at Bulletproof University... ...or so they thought. #96 in Fanfiction 170512 #1 in NamJin 170827 #4 in Yoonseok 171026 #1 in angst 180711 Managed to stay ranked #842 in Fanfiction for 19 days straight. 161106-25 #44 in BTS 180513 (Cross-posted to AO3)

Sooo I started this series and I'm actually kinda happy with it. I hope other people like it as much as I do (if not, even more so). As always, this will be on my Instagram @dreaming.of.oppa EDIT: Oh my god. Y'all actually like this? Here I am, rereading it 2 years after writing it and I want to GOUGE my eyes out. It's so cringy and I'm sO sorry. I want to rewrite this story, make it readable. Please don't read this thinking this is how I still write, how my mind still functions. Because I promise you I've improved. Read at your own risk, but please know I WILL be rewriting this to make it amazing like I originally planned. I love y'all for the support ❤️

His hands. The hands that keep the whole band together. How much I wished to hold them. His eyes. The beautiful forest green orbs that watched over us, both on the field and off. How much I wanted them to look into my own, drowning me in endless happiness. My name is Scarlet Miller, and I'm here to tell you how I fell in love with the drum major. (This will contain a lot of band vocabulary, as it is a book greatly involving band, if you don't know what a term means, don't be afraid to ask! I don't bite!)

Every author has their humble beginnings, and I am most definitely not excluded. This one-shot collection starts with the very first story I ever wrote on this website, A Snowy Winter's Day. However, because it was written roughly two years ago, the writing style is quite a bit different than how it is today. Taking down my earlier works to attract a bigger audience is something I've often considered, but it would mean getting rid of a part of me. So, as you read through this book, you are reading 2 years worth of writing, which has been developed over time to how it is now. Please enjoy.