[ completed ] In their four years of knowing each other, Draco Malfoy and Amora Buckley have never managed to see eye to eye. However, when the pair are locked in the library overnight together, things start to change between them- and neither of them like it. Throw in Harry Potter's not-so-subtle crush on Amora, the fact that her cousin is Hogwarts' golden boy Cedric Diggory, and that her mother is the Muggle Studies professor, and things are bound to get even more complicated... TROPES/EXTRA TAGS: enemies to lovers, secret relationship, forced proximity, forbidden love, opposites attract, slowburn. TRAINING WHEELS draco malfoy x oc goblet of fire - deathly hallows harry potter series.

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"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

Draco Malfoy fic in a Hogwarts universe where Voldy doesn't exist and everyone is alive and well. ✩ 𝙒𝙊𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇: Somebody who is the reason for your happiness; a soulmate; a forever lover. Somebody you find yourself thinking about constantly; you are completely infatuated by them. ✩ "𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘶𝘳." "𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰." 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺. "𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵," 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘥. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵?" "𝘔𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘦𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 '𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵'." 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵. ✩ (being partially/somewhat rewritten as of Sept 2025)

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my dearest darling love,

"She did not need to see life through rose-coloured glasses. Life with him was more beautiful than it can be." It's been 5 years after the war. The war that changed everything. Catherine Ariendra is a trainee healer at St. Mungo's. She's still trying her best to live her life, or what's left of it. With a broken past and a broken heart, she never really had someone she called home. Draco Malfoy is no stranger to hurt and despair. He's now only a shell of a boy he once was, ever since his father was sentenced to Azkaban. Two lonely souls, both needing to find a reason to keep on living. Maybe being with each other is what they truly need to heal. A Draco Malfoy Fan-fiction (Draco Malfoy x OC)

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

The war is over. The castle is quiet. And the girl who once saved the world with biscuits has to learn how to live in it. Faye Scamander is no longer fighting to survive - she is learning how to stay. With her grief. With her kindness. With the love she never expected to keep. Draco Malfoy has spent his life becoming what the world demanded. Now, for the first time, he is choosing who he wants to be. This is not a story about battles or heroes. It is about mornings after. About healing that comes slowly. About love that is careful, chosen, and brave in a quieter way. Because the hardest part of saving the world is deciding what to do once it's safe.

To debate between hatred, friendship, love - with a foe, a friend, or a lover.