― "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. ☽｡⋆

Hidden deep in the forests of Scotland, a boarding school for troubled teens resides and some say it's hidden for a reason. When Davina Arden is sent to Hogwarts-given a second chance to prove she can better her destructive and fierce behaviour, she discovers the dark secrets of not only the school but its students as well. But things take a dark turn when Hogwarts students are murdered by a mysterious killer wearing a ghost face mask. And of course, the new girl is to blame. However she isn't hated by everyone-Davina found the only person who believed she wasn't the killer, was a much older, handsome priest with secrets of his own. Yet, when she discovers who is behind the mask, she has two options-join them and seek revenge on everyone who has wronged her, or do the right thing to finally receive her redemption. -But she's always had a thing for the darker side. ♱ 18+ | doesn't follow the Harry Potter plot. This is purely a fun fanfic | all characters are 19+ ~playlist linked in bio!~

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