Lake doesn't like parties, he especially doesn't like getting drunk by drinking the alcoholic punch on accident, and he really doesn't enjoy following his friends to go trick or treating and somehow finding himself lost and alone in a graveyard. There is a tall figure sitting calmly on a large gravestone, so dark he appears as a silhouette, his tapered cloak moving in the wind as though suspended in water. Lake walks up to him, made of curiosity, bravery and booze. The tall man stands to tower over him, in his left hand a scythe is raised and the blade glints in the moonlight, darkness reaching out from him like a thick fog. Cold red eyes pin Lake down. "Who disturbs this halfway realm of death? Who dares to approach the harbinger..." But the little human in front of him seems unafraid. His large blue eyes squint as he reaches through the black fog and presses his hand on his chest. "Wow, that's really cool, how do you do that?"

When an incident causes the Slytherin dorm rooms to be destroyed, Draco Malfoy and his fellow Slytherins are temporarily placed in the other three Houses. And, as luck, or misfortune in this case, should have it, Draco just so happens to be placed in Gryffindor; home of the one and only Harry Potter. Can he survive living along side his worst enemy? Note: This takes place in an alternate timeline. So if some characters who should be dead are still alive, that's why.

In a dingy karaoke bar, sparks fly. - Amirah Begum has always believed in happy endings. Even after everything she's been through, whether it be years ago when she lost her favourite pair of light-up sneakers or three days ago, when she got dumped by the girl she thought was the one of her dreams, she hasn't lost her dream of a happy ending. So, when she finds a brooding stranger doing the exact opposite of what she lives her life by, she makes a pact to help them get their happy ending, and maybe re-evaluate her own definition of a happy ending in the process. - started: february 3rd, 2022. completed: april 24th, 2022.

harry and draco have always been rivals. that's just the way things were. were. past tense. everything is different now. the war is over but harry is broken. he has been broken so many times that he cannot begin to place back together his shattered pieces. he is a mess of torn photographs, faded and drained of color. he isn't sure how to escape the nightmares that have become his reality, dreams that are simply memories of times he has refused to think of, to dwell on. but somehow, when he's with draco, he feels everything he's refused to feel. draco, who he has hated all his life. draco, who has always hated him. draco, who is broken too. he never expected to find solace in the boy he was sure he'd never call his friend. but in him, he was finding so much more than he'd ever imagined. lowercase intended ☆2nd Place Winner in the 2020 Harry Potter Fanfic Awards for the Golden Trio Era ☆

A follow-up to "Malfoy Flavor". Harry and Draco's bonding/wedding with a mix of Muggle and Pureblood traditions.

"It's one of the commandments after all Harry, love thy enemy." "I'm pretty sure that's not one of the commandments Ginny." "Oh whatever, he knows what I mean." ---- One final year at Hogwarts. That's all that stands in the way between Harry Potter and the rest of his life. Except, he's not even sure what he wants to do with the rest of his life. Hell, he hadn't even expected to live this long if he was being honest. But here he was, alive and well and completely unsure of himself. Everyone keeps telling him that he can relax now, have a normal life, but normal flew out the window the day he learned he was a wizard. Voldemort is gone, (for good this time) and Harry is struggling with his purpose, his fate, his future. The one thing that Harry thought he could count on, the one thing Harry actually considered a part of his normal life, was the constant arguments, high tensions, and general teasing that Draco Malfoy would inflict upon him. But even that's changed. Draco Malfoy is different. He's quiet, reserved. Harry's not sure what to make of the new Draco and when they're paired up as partners in potions, Harry is anything but excited. But as the two enemies talk, as they get to know one another, their relationship takes a turn. A turn that neither of them could have expected. Harry Potter Fanfic Drarry Fanfic Highest Ranking Given: #187 in Drarry #349 in Wizards

on the surface, the two couldn't have been more different. he was cruel, arrogant, and cold; she was quiet, mellow, and kind. however, the two students would soon be made aware of how they wore matching scars on their skin and in their souls. // "I have scars too, remember?" Draco said after a moment. He tugged off his shirt, making Lorelei blush, but he showed her all of the long white scars on his arms, back, and torso. She gently touched one of them, making Draco breathe deeper, but her heart slowed and shoulders uncoiled to see them. With shaky hands and averted eyes, Lorelei carefully pulled back the hem of her dress until it rested just above her knees. She didn't look at his face, not wanting to see his reaction. She flinched just slightly when Draco's cold finger trailed over one of her scars, just as she had done to his a moment before. "They're beautiful, princess. A sign of your strength and resilience." SOULMATE AU // HP FANFIC Highest Rankings: #1 in Soulmate #1 in Slytherin #1 in Hufflepuff #1 in AlternateUniverse #2 in DracoMalfoy #2 in Angst #4 in SoulmateAU #6 in LunaLovegood #11 in FanFiction #16 in HarryPotter /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own Lorelei Jones and Briar Davies./ [started - may 2021; finished - december 2021]

Harry's ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.

{Book Two In : The Alpha's Trilogy} Alister Clayert-Phoenix was not born an Alpha, and as a rare golden wolf, he hasn't been dealt an easy hand. When he reaches teenhood, he's lucky enough to be rescued by the Alpha and Beta of Autumn Falls. They do everything they can to keep Star happy and safe, but the biggest threat to their adoptive son is Star himself?

My fingers going through your hair, watching you fall asleep. Your legs behind mine. Your arm laying on top of me. Hearing you breathe. Taking my hands into yours, trying to warm them up without me asking for it. From kissing your left cheek to kissing your right cheek. Kissing your forehead to kissing the tip of your nose. Smiling in between until I reach your lips. Maybe we can have what our fathers never had the courage to build. Maybe we can close those unhealed wounds. Maybe we can love each other like they never did. disclaimer: I'm not English or American but I study English since I was seven so I try my best. However, if there are some errors, please don't hesitate to contact me. LAVINIA MORGANTE ON WATTPAD @2020