Draco Malfoy is Voldemort's head Death-Eater, and Hermione Granger holds the key to his redemption. Together, they have to find a way to end the war in a world governed by draconian laws. Copyright © 2015 by Noelle N.

He was left broken, with no hope of ever putting himself together, until she entered his life. He never thought that life could be so rich and that she could make him feel the way she does. This is a love story about two people who were drawn together to fix each other, in ways that they never even knew they were broken. This is a Draco Hermione love story. This is now a completed story. I thank my readers for continuing until the very end, and hopefully you'll follow on to the sequel (as soon as I begin writing it!)

Author's note: I am currently in an awkward editing process, breaking up paragraphs, making corrections and revising. Please forgive me. Halloween 1998, the first since Voldemort's demise and Hogwarts is celebrating with it's first annual costume ball. Hermione Granger has returned to Hogwarts, and so has Draco Malfoy who has become something of a wallflower. Despite it being Hermione's favorite time of year, she is distracted by Malfoy's odd reclusiveness. Perhaps something's in the air or someone spiked the cider, but something is definitely brewing between these two. Little fluff/little angst, touch of humor & some 90's pop culture references. This is my first published Dramione fic, go easy on me! 4 chapters + epilogue (I do not own these characters or setting, they belong to J.K. Rowling!)

~ W A T T P A D F E A T U R E D ~ A Natasha Romanoff & Clint Barton origin story. ❝My name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova and I work for the KGB. But my life is something of a lie. I work for no one. I work for myself. And I always work alone. I have a very specific skill set. I have charm. I have wit. I have sex appeal. I play to the common weaknesses of men, pulling them in on an invisible thread, ensnaring them in my inescapable web and striking mercilessly like a poisonous spider. For that reason, they call me the Black Widow. I'm cunning, ruthless and utterly unstoppable. I am a one woman fighting machine. I can do more damaged unarmed than most people could do armed. ❞ ❝My name is Clinton Francis Barton and I work for S.H.I.E.L.D. I'm the deadliest agent they have on a squad of suits and scientists. I'm the masked vigilante with a bow and arrow and I never miss. I have keen eyes. I have perfect aim. I have agility. I can shoot down any adversary from any distance, and they never see me coming. They call me Hawkeye, because I have the vision of a bird of prey and I strike just as precisely. I'm strong, I'm dexterous and utterly remarkable. I'm a one man invasion. I can cause more destruction with a Palaeolithic weapon than most people can do with a gun.❞ Two nomadic souls; one American, one Russian. Completely unlike one another. Or so they think. This is a tale of prejudice, politics and passion in Budapest. #60 in Fanfiction (23/10/2015)

count to three, you said. so that’s what i did. by three, you were lost and i was already running away. // an imperfection dare entry + luke hemmings au

Oliver and Felicity have just triumphed in killing The Count. Now, they face a new challenge: Oliver has started to finally develop feelings for Felicity but what happened while Felicity was with The Count? Even if it was for a few moments, a few moments was enough to ensure Oliver's doom if he ever... (PLEASE COMMENT AND VOTE!)

❝ my thoughts are stars i cannot fathom into constellations. but you, hazel grace, you’re a supernova. ❞ // based on john green’s “the fault in our stars”