(Draco story) Every time I felt good, I thought it'd last forever, but it never did. I'd always wanted the things I could never have. Originally it had never been anything in specific. Not until you. But by the time I realised what was most important to me, the world began to crumble at our feet. One year. That was all we had. Our moments together afterwards seemed different. You changed. You moved away from my reach. You were my escape and I was yours. Whether we wanted it or not, we were doomed from the start. the battle did nothing but destroy us. It tore away what remained and left nothing but a feeling of empty emotions and numbness.

"Because you have no idea what I'm capable of." He says, slowly gliding his finger along my breasts-causing a shiver to crawl up my spine while his hand still tightly wrapped around my neck. He leans in and seductively whispers into my ear "Do you understand Austin?" I slowly nod but that isn't good enough for him... __________________________ Leah has a secret that later on threatens her life, the days leading up to her birthday torment her and leave her wondering if she can truly survive this threat. WARNING: contains smut 🌶 Highest rankings: #1 in draco #1 in dracomalfoy #1 in blaisezabini #1 in tomfelton

Slow updates this is for a friend because I made her mad and she likes draco so yea so it's shit and it is wierd I don't own harry potter

this story is a redo of my other story- we meet again. I'm only redoing this, purely because the plot went to chaos and the concept slipped a bit. so for anyone who read my last story. I'm rewriting it to improve it now.

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a misunderstatement lead to a curse that change draco and charlotte's life forever. another life can conclude anothers ending. read the story of their challenging times and face a fateful curse that lead them to meet in another life.

The first words I said to him was that he was an Idiot. Now I am the idiot. I told myself to be good this year, but as I was slammed against the wall with his big hands gripping my waist, that thought was right out of my head

an abusive father. a loving mother. and a struggle for any kind of self-care. he's arrogant to others except one. but he was raised to be a bully. so that's what he was known as. the wealthy, rich boy with daddy issues and a wad of cash in his pocket. his wealth disgusted others, but he didn't care. he just wanted one person who could see him for who he was. and she did.