"What's her name?" Draco was already eager to know about the little girl, now that he found out that the child was hers, not a ward of her friend, Hermione Granger. "Is the child mine?" Heavy breaths escaped Y/n's lips as her hands gripped tightly on her coat. "Marigold..." She pursed her lips and her eyes were avoiding his. "Marigold Charlotte Bennett...and yes...she's your daughter." She finally answered, leaving Draco in an emotion that describes 'She named her after her favourite flower.' When Y/n Bennett found out she was pregnant with her beloved, Draco, who broke up with her, she chose to move away from the Wizarding and went to Northern France, where she decided to stay hidden from Draco for years. As months went by, Y/n gave birth to a beautiful, healthy baby girl and named her Marigold Bennett. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters and the other events from the original films and books of HP. J.K Rowling is the rightful owner of the characters and events. I only own the storyline and the other characters that are never mentioned in the original film or the book. All characters are fictitious! Start: April 3, 2022 Published : April 5, 2022 End: June 9, 2024

In which love lived to be lethal, and sin strived to heal all. "I will kill every soul that tries to scratch yours." They would constantly tear the world apart to keep each other in pieces. ____ A slow-burn Draco Malfoy love story with a heavy plot. Trigger warning. This story contains mature content. Such as violent actions, sexual actions, abuse, rape, character deaths, signs of self-harm, psychological trauma, and foul language, 18+ only, All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. I do own Amelie Avery and the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any characters or events in this story. All credit goes to J.K Rowling.

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ━━ 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋．𝖲𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗓𝖾，𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗂'𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗒𝖾𝖽． (𝖱𝖾𝗀𝗎𝗅𝗎𝗌 𝖡𝗅𝖺𝖼𝗄 x F𝖾𝗆!oc) Marauders Era I own the the 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝗎𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 Family, 𝖵𝗂𝗈𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇, and their storylines. All else belongs to JK Rowling.

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ━━ Lacuna (Noun), A blank space, a missing part, often in memory or knowledge, symbolizing a hidden truth. (Theodore Nott x F𝖾𝗆!oc) Golden Trio Era GOF ✓ OOTP ✓ HBP ✓ DH ✓ I own the Cecilia Gaunt, some other OCs, and their storylines. All else belongs to JK Rowling.

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐄𝐑𝐀 ━━ Nepenthe (Noun), A medicine for sorrow. It is a place, person or thing, which can aid in forgetting your pain and suffering. (Sirius Black x F𝖾𝗆!oc) Marauders Era I own the the Gaunt Family, some other OCs, and their storylines. All else belongs to JK Rowling.

Juliette Blackwell knows exactly what is expected of her. Draco Malfoy does too. Their families have been enemies for years, bound together by old money, broken alliances, public smiles and private resentment. As their final year at Hogwarts begins, the castle becomes a battlefield once again. Titles are up for grabs, alliances begin to shift and neither of them is willing to lose. But someone else is watching. For years, an anonymous voice has haunted Hogwarts, exposing secrets that were never meant to come to light. But beneath the rivalry lies something far more dangerous: a truth buried within their families' past. And only two enemies can uncover it. - Enemies to lovers - Slow burn - Forced proximity - Childhood friends - High society - Mystery - Spice Do NOT copy, repost, or translate my work without my permission.

Anais Beatriz Snape Amador was never meant to exist - not in the eyes of the Ministry, the Death Eaters, or even her own mother. Born of shadow and legacy, she arrives at Hogwarts cloaked in secrecy, her name whispered in pureblood halls and feared in others. A Slytherin by birthright, a weapon by design, Anais is as brilliant as she is dangerous. Her presence is cold, commanding, and calculated - perfectly curated to hide the truth no one can ever know: she is the illegitimate daughter of Severus Snape. But everything begins to unravel during the year of the Triwizard Tournament. As chaos descends on the castle and dark magic weaves its way back into the world, Anais finds herself drawn into a storm of secrets, seduction, and betrayal. At the heart of it all is Mattheo Riddle - the darkly magnetic son of Lord Voldemort, and every bit as cursed as the name he bears. Their rivalry simmers with unspoken tension, threatening to ignite into something far more destructive. But while Mattheo ignites the fire, it's Theodore Nott who watches it burn - silent, calculating, always two steps ahead. He sees through every mask Anais wears, every lie she tells herself, and offers something Mattheo never could: control. Between them, she's caught in a game of pull and push - chaos and calm, fury and stillness. And standing beside her, always, is Lorenzo Berkshire - her oldest friend, her steady compass in a world that seems intent on tearing her apart. As whispers of war rise from the ashes of the past, Anais must choose between legacy and loyalty, vengeance and vulnerability. Because the truth is coming. The masks are slipping. And when bloodlines are weapons and love is a liability, survival means becoming more than a name. He is the son of a monster. She is the girl bred to survive one. Neither asked to be pawns in this game. This isn't a fairytale. This is Slytherin love - sharp, seductive, and bound to ruin.

Eleven-year-old Cerise Weasley is not your typical Gryffindor. While her twin brother, Ronald, and the rest of her loud, red-headed family thrive on the chaotic thrill of flying and Quidditch, Cerise harbors a deep, silent trauma. A horrific fall from a broom a year and a half ago shattered her body, leaving her with permanent, jagged surgical scars and a fierce vow never to lift her feet off the ground again. Wrapped in an oversized black hoodie to hide her insecurities from the world, Cerise steps into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry determined to carve out her own path.

Fred Weasley was never supposed to get under her skin. He was loud where Effie Whitcombe was quiet. Reckless where she was careful. Chaotic in all the ways she spent years trying not to be. At Hogwarts, they learned how to argue before they learned how to understand each other. What started as irritation slowly became something far more complicated...hidden somewhere between unfinished conversations, years of nevers, and the strange aftermath of surviving a war that left neither of them entirely untouched. Some people find their way into your life slowly. Others are there before you realize you've been looking for them. A slow burn enemies(ish)-to-lovers Fred Weasley x OC story spanning from Hogwarts to after the war. Some distances are impossible to keep.