This is a story between y/n Malfoy and Mattheo Riddle. It is a slow burn love story which involves smut and sensitive subjects so I will give a trigger warning in an advance. The story will also involve the characters (which I don't own) such as Theodore Nott, Draco Mallory, enzo Berkshire and many more from the original Harry Potter characters. I also am using so to help me write some sections of this . This is my first whatpadd story so I really hope you like it, I will try to come out with a new chapter at least every two days but it will depend on how busy I am. The first chapter isn't very good but I promise it gets a lot better from there and I will rewrite it when I get time TW: rape, abuse, torture, ED, smut and other things of the sort

laia sorrentino is top of her year. she keeps to herself, does her work, and stays in her lane. at least... that's what everyone thinks. what she doesn't know is that she's become the newest obsession for mattheo riddle and his friends. not because she stands out - but because she doesn't. her silence, her perfect little routine, the way she barely glances at them. it bothered them more than it should. and so a bet is made.

𝐰𝐚𝐫 rages louder than their silence, and still, six children of ancient bloodlines sharpen themselves into blades for the dark lord, they kill because they must and harden because they have to. they are cold, ruthless, and feared. but every act of violence leaves a crack in the armor they have built around their souls learning quickly that the greatest danger isn't the enemy in front of them, but what lingers after. 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 bleeds softness she cannot scrub away, even as she learns to make herself a weapon. mattheo riddle carries shadows in his veins, born of a legacy too dark to outrun. draco malfoy fractures under the weight of his name, while theodore nott drowns in silence no one else can hear. daphne greengrass burns brightest before she lets others see her fall, but lorenzo berkshire will follow her into any fire. 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 they are unstoppable, but alone they are breaking, their names will fade from the mouths of the living, but history will remember them differently, a title forged in shadow and despair: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐱 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 ✦ 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 ✦ mid-war, seventh year // friends to lovers 950k words this story contains 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 themes surrounding suicide, and the psychology behind homicide-suicide 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Ava Rowe never expected Theodore Nott to notice her. But somehow, after one party during seventh year, he did. And after that, everything changed. What starts as attraction quickly becomes something impossible to ignore. Late nights at Hogwarts. Memories. A friendship group that slowly turns into family. And Theodore Nott- reckless, charming, and far more intense than people realize suddenly becoming part of Ava's everyday life. Neither of them plans on falling as hard as they do. But some people enter your life quietly and then suddenly become part of everything. Set during the same timeline as His Hufflepuff, this story follows Ava and Theo through their final years at Hogwarts.

Viktoria Euphemia Potter grew up far away from the war. On the night James Potter and Lily Potter died, Lily's magic sent a final message that saved her daughter's life. Her aunt Charlotte ran, taking Viktoria out of England and hiding with her in a small village in Germany. While her twin brother, Harry Potter, grew up in the aftermath of that night, Viktoria grew up safe. Loved. Raised on stories of her parents that made them feel real instead of gone. For sixteen years, that was enough. Until her aunt fell ill. With no other choice, Viktoria is sent to Hogwarts, the place her parents once called home. Sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Gryffindor, she already feels like she does not quite belong. Not in her house, not in her brother's world, not in the life she has suddenly been thrown into. And then Hogwarts begins to change around her. Doors open when they should not. Ancient magic stirs in her presence. Wards weaken without explanation. At first it seems like coincidence. It isn't. Only a few people know what is happening. Anna, her new found friend. Theodore Nott, who becomes far more important to her than he should. And eventually Harry, who realises that whatever is happening to his sister is not something they can ignore. As Viktoria searches for answers, she is forced to question everything she thought she knew about herself and where she belongs. Because far beyond Hogwarts, someone else is paying attention. When the disturbances reach Lord Voldemort, he understands what others do not. Viktoria Potter is not just part of the war. She is something he has been looking for.

Alexia Blackwater is untouchable. She has made sure of it. Mattheo Riddle finds this the most interesting thing about her. She is the sole heir to the oldest bloodline in the wizarding world. He is the Dark Lord's son. They are academic rivals, enemies by every available metric, and completely unable to stay out of each other's orbit. Something is pulling them together. It might be the prophecy buried in her blood. It might be him. It might be the specific, maddening chemistry of two people who are perfectly matched and know it and refuse to admit what that means. Some walls don't fall. They are taken This book is a slow burn. It is hot and it is angry and it takes its time but is worth it. (MAJOR EDITING)

Bridget Callaway grew up with them. Long summers, family dinners, shared traditions, she knew them before Hogwarts, before reputations, before they became them. But people change. And Bridget refused to stay around long enough to become one of them. So she walked away. No explanations. No goodbyes. No second chances. Years later, it starts with a number written in the Slytherin common room, and a group chat that was never meant to matter. Except it does. Because Mattheo Riddle, Draco Malfoy, Theo Nott and Alec Larcia don't treat her like a stranger. They treat her like she never left. What begins as messages turns into something else entirely, late nights, tension, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Bridget wants nothing to do with them. They don't care. They watch her. Follow her. Stay close enough to remind her they're still there. And no matter how many times she blocks them, they always find their way back. Especially Mattheo. Cold. Controlled. Possessive. Except when it comes to her. Because with Bridget Callaway, he doesn't let go of what's his.

Juliette Blackwell was raised to win in legacy and in power. Draco Malfoy was born for the same. Their families have been at war for years, old money and broken alliances held together by public smiles and private resentment. As their final year at Hogwarts begins, the castle becomes a battlefield again. Titles are up for grabs and alliances are changing. But someone is watching even closer. For years, a nameless voice has moved through Hogwarts, exposing secrets meant to stay buried. Because behind the rivalry lies something far more dangerous - a truth buried deep in family legacies. In a world where reputation is currency and loyalty is transactional, neither of them can afford to lose control.

Note : I have changed my username from YoursFerretMalfoy to AMBITIONINK Feedbacks are important, guys!! Please give feedbacks!! ------------- Draco raised an eyebrow, his lip curling into a smirk. "Well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence. If it isn't little Miss Sinclair. Do you think your bangs will distract people from the rest of your unfortunate face?" Aria's eyes narrowed, and she shot back without missing a beat. "Funny you mention faces, Malfoy. Yours hasn't improved over the summer. Still looks like a hippogriff sat on it." They stared each other down, the tension palpable as the others exchanged amused glances. There was a begrudging admiration buried beneath the insults, though neither of them would admit it. __________________________________ "You always know exactly how to get to me," she breathed, her voice shaky with desire. Draco chuckled against her neck, his hands sliding up her back as he whispered, "It's not exactly difficult, Aria. You're as stubborn as they come, but you melt the second I touch you." She laughed breathlessly, pulling back slightly to look him in the eye, her own filled with challenge. "Melt? I'd say you're the one who can't resist." __________________________________ An Enemies to Lovers trope, in no Voldemort AU * I do not own harry potter franchise * It is owned by JK Rowling *Smut included