Sherlock has always loved John and John has always loved Sherlock. All it takes is a fall for them to realize.

"Don't look, just close your eyes... It won't last much longer. I'll find a way to make it stop, I promise." ____ The one thing Draco and Harry despise most? Each other. But the next thing? Discovering they're not just dreaming 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 each other but are trapped together in the same dreams every time they fall asleep─reliving their most painful, private memories side by side. Forced to uncover the cause of this twisted magic, they're drawn into a dangerous, ancient curse with ties to the deepest parts of the wizarding world. Now, as they race to break the bond between them, they find that the closer they get to the truth, the harder it is to pull away... and breaking free may mean facing something far darker─and far more intimate─than either of them ever imagined. ____ [Mystery|Romance] Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love. This is the Clean Version, which DOES NOT include smut, but it does still have references to it.

❛And do you know what's the stupidest thing about this?❜ said Draco and made an aggressive step towards me. ❛That after all this,❜ he grasped my forearm violently and made me backstep in fear. ❛After all this trouble,❜ he said and pushed me against the wall despite my tries to get away. ❛After all these fights,❜ he closed up and stuck his body on mine, putting his hand on my neck almost painfully. ❛I still want you so badly, it hurts,❜ he said and looked at me with both anger and lust and passion. ❛God, I want you so much and I want to kill you at the same time. You stupid, little girl, I fucking love you.❜ Despite being Voldemort's daughter, Dumbledore's goddaughter and destined to lead, Annalise Riddle was born in a world ordinary and plain. Thrown into a life full of magic and wonders, she stumbles upon her fate. This is not just a love story. This is a story of self-sacrifice and being brave enough to seek your destiny. ❛The Lost Daughter is now born. Lady she is meant to be and Lady she will be, and a Dark Lord's daughter. Beware, for only she knows the key to his collapse. Long may she reign and retribution shall be ours.❜ *Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction and #1 in draco* If you like this story, I am sure you would also like its prequel. Go to my profile and add Anne's mother's story ('Retribution Shall Be Ours') to your reading lists!

Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible." Now Complete!

It's been one year since Hermione had lost Ron. She's growing tired of friends and family treating her as if she could break at any second. All she wants to do is be there for her daughter, Rose. As life would have it, she gains a new friend, and maybe even a second chance at love. Draco has been a single parent for a while. He wants to be the best dad that he can be to Scorpius. His life has become even more complicated when he tries to help his new friend, his former boss, Hermione Jean Granger-Weasley. ~excerpt: How could Ginny do this to her? To her! They were supposed to be best friends, sisters even. A hand wrapped around her wrist. "Go away Ginny." She bit the words out. A low chuckle rumbled behind her. "Too bad I'm not the Potter." Why did he have to follow after her! "Go away, Malfoy." The hand dropped away from her wrist. "So, it's Malfoy again." The pain in his words brought Hermione to a halt. "Why did you follow after me?" She whispered without turning around. Draco chuckled and she could imagine him running his hand through his hair. "It's quite obvious why Ginny did this." Hermione turned around to look at him, stunned that he had called Ginny by her name. He brought his eyes to meet hers and laughed. "Apparently, not that obvious." He continued when she remained quiet. "She's playing matchmaker." Ginny was doing what! Hermione was going to have to have a long chat with her friend. "I'll tell her to stop." She said tersely. "Why?" Did he really just ask her why? He should be the one to know why, Hermione had told him the reason why they would never be together. Then she remembered his words from that day, he had told her that she was worth the wait. . . . . . . . Characters belong to J.K Rowling.

"YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT ME!" He yelled as his whole body trembled in front of me. His breath hit me in the face, a sweet and cool scent. But deadly. Heat rose in my body as I felt how close his body was to mine. "Then tell me why you hate me so much!" I cried back. Rage radiated through his skin. He forced his hand onto my throat and pressed it just enough for me to let blows of air slip through. I felt his cold rings dig into my skin as he leaned even closer. "I HATE YOU BECAUSE YOU HAVE EVERYTHING!" he roared. I didn't have a chance to speak as he continued. "Ever since you started here, you've just strolled through the halls as if no insecurities lay beneath your skin. I hate the way you laugh like the world is fine as it is. The way you breathe like you know it isn't your last." I met his gaze as the last words blurted out. "I hate you because you make it look easy." This story is not set in the usual magical world as you know it. Instead, this story will bring the characters we dearly love closer to home by bringing them into our own world. But what happens when the world suddenly seems heavy? When love, friendship, and hatred enter the life of Harry Potter. A/N: This book contains sexual content, MLM, and cursing. If you are not comfortable with that, I wouldn't recommend this book to you. ! NONE OF THE CHARACTERS ARE MY OWN AND THEY BELONG TO JK ROWLING! Idk, I think that's what you're supposed to say

Nico di Angelo, is a busy man. Don't get him wrong, he loves his job, he's good at it. He loves to write, he loves to sell his songs and hear them come to life with so many talented musicians. And now he has ANGEL, he can release his own music without any of the nepotism allegations. Because the last thing his father would do is give him extra attention - but if he keeps winning awards, maybe he just might get his attention. That's what he used to tell himself, and then he won a literal Grammy and his father still didn't care. But by that point, Nico had worked himself up the DOA Records ladder first as a musician and then becoming an award winning artist and he loved it enough he could forget his father's opinion (or lack thereof). Nico wasn't blind. He could admit that Will Solace was easy on the eyes (read: super fucking hot) but they were both young artists competing for the same awards and Nico didn't have the luxury of supportive, knowledgeable parents to help him out. So sue him, if he doesn't love Will Solace who seems to be trying separate himself from everything Nico ever wanted.

Vendetta di Angelo is the daughter of Maria di Angelo as well as the older sister to Nico and Bianca di Angelo. She is protective over he siblings and will do anything to protect them. When she was visiting her father in hell she met Laena who had died from childbirth. She makes a deal with the girl telling her she can revive her if she takes her away from Camp Half-blood. Laena agrees eagerly and eventually they head back to Laena's home. When they got there everyone watched as the princess they thought had died, walked past them. "Mother, father." Laena said, and her parents both look up and stare at their daughter who they thought, to be dead. "L-Laena. . ." Rhaenys stuttered. "Hi, mother." Laena said with a smile. "H-how are you alive?" Corlys asks. "My friend, Vendetta." Laena said as Vendetta walked in and stood next to Laena. "How can you do that?" Rhaenys asks. "I'm a demigod which means my father is Hades god of the underworld and my mother is human. I'm able to resurrect the dead." Vendetta answered before she felt someone hug her tightly. "Thank you." Rhaenys said with tears in her eyes.

"Out of all the shadows though, it was the boy on the end that caught my attention the most. He had black hair, a pale, olive complection, was wearing black clothes covered by an aviator jacket that matched mine, and a skull ring on his finger, but what really struck me were his eyes. They were on the border of chocolate brown and black, the type of eyes that can hold both warmth and coldness in them. They were truly beautiful and they were trained right on me. When he looked at me they held a type of sorrow that I would think would be unbearable, the sadness that comes with losing someone who you love. And the strangest part was I felt like I had looked into these eyes a million times but I had never seen this boy in my life. I watched as his thin but full lips formed a single word, one that I had heard a thousand times before. 'Shelby...'" *** Disclaimer: I'm not Rick Riordan so I don't own any of the Percy Jackson characters.