"It doesn't have to be for real, we can just pretend."

Warnings: Smut, porn with plot, 18+, swearing, smoking, drinking, explicit sexual content, NSFW, angst, fluff, teasing, dirty jokes, enemies to lovers THIS IS A FRED WEASLEY FANFIC AND WILL CONTAIN HEAVY SEXUAL CONTENT Adrienne Ellis is the owner of a Magical cabin in the middle of the woods in Northern England. One day, a certain group of people come to stay at her lodge. One particular person from that group is someone who she can't stand to be around, Fred Weasley. What will ensue when they are all made to live in a cabin together in the middle of nowhere? Will Adrienne's secret stop her from going after who she wants? Rankings: #1 in fredweasley - Jan 3rd 2021 #1 in georgeweasley - Jan 7th 2021 #1 in hermionegranger - Jan 23rd 2021 #3 in ronweasley - Dec 20th 2020 Started: Nov 23rd 2020 Completed: Dec 26th 2020 Spanish, French, Hungarian, Portuguese, Polish and Italian translations out now! You can find them on my reading list titled 'Translations for AATR'

"whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same." ©PLVTONIC

Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy

Delphi felt it slip through her control the moment she looked at him, every carefully built restraint dissolving into something reckless and unrecognisable. He stood too close, too real, like temptation given shape - something warm and laughing that she had no right to want. And yet she did, sharply, helplessly, like a truth she could no longer lie about. He was her forbidden fruit, and she - tragically, hopelessly, was nothing but sinner in the face of him, standing on the edge of a desire she already knew she wouldn't be able to pretend away. "Fuck you, Fred Weasley," she cursed him. Then, she kissed him. Softly, like he might melt or flee at any given moment. · • -- ٠ ✤ ٠ -- • · Delphini Black had always known she was different. Raised in the quiet, vigilant care of Remus Lupin, she had learned early that the world's rules did not apply to her. Daughter of Regulus Black, her last name was a legacy she carried like a shadow she could never shake. Her magic was ancient, distinct, wild, fueled by the weight of prophecies whispered before even the stars had been born. She was marked by destiny. Yet, despite the shadows that clung to her past, there were moments of light - fragile, fleeting, and achingly human. Among those lights were the Weasley twins, who had welcomed her into their chaos and laughter. She had laughed more with them than anyone else, felt the rush of belonging she had almost forgotten existed. But Fred Weasley... he was a tangle of affection and frustration, of longing and fear, a pull that made every stolen glance and careless joke feel like both comfort and torment. And when it burned, it burned - inside her chest, in her blood, in the way she could never quite look away, never quite breathe right when he was near. And perhaps that was the cruelest part of all...