"Goldie Dove? She's way, way to sweet for that bitter Malfoy. She's in Hufflepuff anyways." "Really? Well then you don't know her." FAST PACED STORY [Highest rank]: #7 IN FANFICTION #10 IN MAGIC #21 HOGWARTS #4 IN HERMIONEGRANGER #5 IN MALFOY #17 IN HARRYPOTTER #4 IN HUFFLEPUFF #5 IN SLYTHERIN #3 IN RAVENCLAW #1 IN GRYFFINDOR #1 IN BLAISEZABINI [HALF-BLOOD PRINCE] © 2016 sqdgirl

From the moment Lady Prideful crosses paths with Mr Arrogant, sparks don't fly, they detonate. To each other, they are utterly insufferable, waging a war of verbal blows, vicious hexes, and petty sabotage, where surrender would mean total humiliation. But hatred is supposed to feel cold, not dangerously hot. It isn't meant to burn beneath the skin like a fever that won't break, or leave hearts racing long after the argument ends. So when all is said and done and there's nothing left to fight but their feelings, what then? Well, Adria Harlow has always had a taste for fire, and she knows exactly how to fan Draco Malfoy's temper, igniting an Inferno. Word Count: 455k