Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

❝𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞❞ Alice Webster is perfectly content with the life she has, and she was happy to be attending Ilvenmory school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school where the best witches and wizards from all over North America come to learn magic. With almost perfect grades and a knack for Charms and Herbology; she was turning the heads of all her teachers. Everything was going great in the life of Alice Webster That is, until her parents break the news to her. She has to move schools. Her parents both received jobs in the Ministry of Magic; in London. Alice is not happy about this. Switching school half way through her schooling career? Moving to a new continent? Meeting a whole new group of people? This did not bode well with Alice at all. From what her Parents (Hogwarts Alumni's) told her, there were four houses; much like Ilvenmory. Alice was not looking forward to getting sorted once again; and receiving a whole new identity. Little did she know, her life at Hogwarts was going to be filled with much more excitement than the life she had at Ilvenmory; especially when she meets Draco Malfoy. (All chapters with a ☾ symbol have been edited. Please comment if you see an error, I really appreciate it!) (I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OWN CHARACTERS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO J. K. ROWLING) COMPLETED: OCT. 28 2018 Rankings: #1 in Draco (Dec. 17 2018) #1 in Deatheaters (Dec. 3 2018) #1 in Potter (Feb 19 2019)

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

love /lʌv/Submit noun 1. an intense feeling of deep affection. 2. a great interest and pleasure in something. ♡ "Every Prince needs his Princess" Melody Robinson descendant of one of the wealthiest pure blood wizard families in the wizarding world. Best friends with none other than a familiar blonde wizard, Draco Malfoy Follow Melody's journey during her Hogwarts experience as she seems to have joined Hogwarts just when all the excitement is starting! (Harry Potter Series Fanfic) (Draco Fanfic) ♡ Highest ranks • #1 - Wizard - 16/06/19 • #1 - Draco Malfoy - 17/06/19 • #1 - Draco - 17/06/19 • # 2 - Muggle -10/07/19 • # 1 - Melody - 29/12/19 • # 5 - The One - 9/07/19 • # 4 - Wizards and Witches - 10/07/19 • # 1 - Half blood - 24/11/19 • # 2 - Slytherin - 16/07/19 • # 1 - Theonott - 15/11/2020 • #2 - Hogwarts - 23/08/19 • #1 - Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry- 15/6/2020 • #1 - Lord Voldemort - 12/10/2020 • #1 - Pugface - 12/10/2020 • #2 - Pureblood - 13/10/2020

Kallista Zenia Emrys is born in the world of high society pure bloods. Being one of the last remaining descendants of Merlin- the Greatest Wizard of all time- she finds herself being weighed down by the extremely high expectations that her name gives. Starting Hogwarts, Kally quickly learns the hate that comes with being a Slytherin. She finds comfort in her Slytherin friends who face similar responsibilities. A handsome blonde being one of those.

[COMPLETED] I bite my lower lip, my emotions warring within me. A charged silence now hung in the air, the weight of unspoken words and untamed feelings threatening to envelop us. "You're infuriating, you know," I whisper, my voice trembling as I calmed down. Draco's expression softens as he gently tucks a strand of hair away from my face. "And you're maddening." ------- Angitia, a Slytherin outcast, guards a dark secret that could shatter her world, and it's a burden that she carries in silence. Her life, a relentless torment at the hands of her peers, becomes further complicated when amidst the shadows of the castle, a tempestuous rivalry with Draco Malfoy ignites into a passionate affair. As the line between enemies and lovers blurs, a web of deceit unravels in a world where promises are just as treacherous as the shadows they conceal. *I do not own any of the characters in this story other than Angitia Dom Volter nor do I own anything from the Harry Potter movies and books. All rights go to where they belong.

- ᴀ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ғᴀɴғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ Draco lifts his head up, shooting a glance towards his left to the witch staring shamelessly at him, his pale eyes settling on her, grunting irritably, "Do you ever mind your own business?" Oonagh pondered silently, tucking loose strands of her chocolatey waves behind her ear, surprising the Slytherin when she answers honestly, "Not often, no. Would you like me to?" 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ʀᴇғᴜsᴇs ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪs ʀᴇᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ ʟᴏᴜᴅ, ᴜɴᴛɪʟ ʜᴇ ᴄʀᴏssᴇs ᴘᴀᴛʜ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏᴏɴᴀɢʜ ᴏ'ᴄᴏɴɴᴏʀ. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ (This story may include mature content and emotional triggers that could cause distress towards the reader)

It was the boy she grew up to hate more than anything, until she found herself slowly falling for his bruised soul and haunted mind. "I just hate myself a little less when I'm with you." Trigger Warning: This story contains mature content, scenes of abuse, violence, sexual assault, and drug abuse - please read with caution! The characters Olive Winters and Samuel Sapphirus and the story line belongs to me, other than that, all credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

Ophelia Delacour is unwilling to return to Beauxbaton after a series of devastating events. Turning to Hogwarts for refuge and answers, she finds something she least expects. Boys were the last thing on her mind. Answers for her mother's death is what she intended to find. But her discoveries will challenge everything she thought she knew. How could someone she loved, be linked to her greatest source of pain? And what will she do if the nightmares don't stop?

MATURE CONTENT Draco Malfoy despises anyone that is not pure. So when a half-blood rises up to his challenges, his not sure whether he should be impressed or enraged. Draco Malfoy and Aster Flint can't seem to work out whether their anger rises from their hatred for each other or from something more. Highest rankings: #1 in dracosmut #2 in funny #3 in slow burn #2 in spicy