"𝙄 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤." - 𝙔/𝙉 💍♡ @bookcoffeeworm on tiktok @I_love_rjl_lupin on c.ai started: 11-10-24 finished: work in progress ✮⋆˙ Top achievements #3 in dracotok #34 in Hermione #1 in Dracoxyn #42 in malfoy

» I didn't know you had a sister, Potter. «

She's the new Hufflepuff princess. He's the ruthless Slytherin prince. When Angelina Sinclair transfers from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic to Hogwarts for her final year, she expects a quiet fresh start-new classes, new friends, nothing more. What she doesn't expect is the unsettling gaze of Draco Malfoy. He's insufferable, arrogant and impossible to ignore. Yet every glare, sparks something they can't name. The closer their worlds collide, the harder it becomes to tell where hatred ends and something far more dangerous begins. Enemies to lovers. The story gets better every chapter... Crazy plots

― "You are my ruin - and my salvation." ― Lilith Vale was born different - too sharp, too cold, and far too powerful for someone so young. Raised on dark magic and haunted by her father's death, she's spent her life searching for the spell that destroyed him... and nearly took her with it. Now in her final year at Hogwarts, she wears the badge of Head Girl like a mask. To the rest of the school, she's brilliant, distant, untouchable. But underneath, Lilith is spiraling - unraveling under the weight of secrets, survivor's guilt, and a hunger for knowledge that no book seems able to satisfy. Then comes him.. Tom Riddle - charming, calculated, and dangerously intelligent. He's the only one who sees her as more than a quiet storm. And the only one whose mind she can't seem to read. He wants to know what she's hiding. She wants to know why he's watching. Their connection is a game of power and proximity. A cold war wrapped in stolen glances and veiled threats. But something dark is stirring at Hogwarts - students are disappearing, ancient symbols are resurfacing, and Lilith is getting too close to the truth. To the truth about her father. To the truth about Tom. And to the truth about herself. Because some magic isn't meant to be studied. Some obsessions aren't meant to be survived. And some love stories are written only to end in destruction. ☽｡⋆

― "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. ☽｡⋆