in which two rivals return to the school they once called home as professors, and are brought together by the meddling of two trios. © 2017 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction

Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like magnets. On the other hand, if two magical signatures mesh well together, well there are no stronger relationships in all the world. In a sample of a thousand people, the average witch or wizard will be slightly repelled by four or five people and strongly repelled by only one, at the most. The opposite is true for attraction. But Harry Potter can't kiss anyone at all.

Four weeks. That's all the time Victoria Hemmings has to fall in love. Or, at least, find someone who's willing to play pretend. When a girl on a mission collides with a boy desperate for a date, things seem to be looking up. But when lies and fake kisses reveal the truth that, despite everything, there's an unmistakable chemistry between the two, neither one knows what to do. Will they continue to play the game of cat-and-mouse, waltzing around the inevitable? Or will they finally give in to their fragile, paper hearts? 《SAMPLE》 ➵ NaNoWriMo 09 | TF WINNER OF "Best Writing" IN ABBAS 2017 FULL STORY EXCLUSIVELY ON DREAME

"I'm scared" I whisper as a tear trails down my cheek. Hayden's eyes soften as he stares down at me. He pulls me into his chest, resting his head on mine as he rubs small circles along my back. "Don't be scared. Don't you dare ever be scared. There's no reason for it. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you." He sighs out, voice raspy. ~~~~~~~ Isobel Loving and Hayden Arcane are two different people. But as you know, opposites attract. When they get paired up for a photography project, Isobel doesn't know how she's going to get the mysterious boy to open up to her. But Who would want to tell someone about a broken family in a broken home? Who would want to tell anyone that they fight everyday to keep themselves sane?..Who would want to tell someone that they don't feel the need to live any longer? Not Hayden Arcane. He would never be caught spilling his emotions out. And who would want to tell someone about a dad who didn't want his daughter? Who would want to tell someone about a boyfriend who felt the need to tear you apart, piece by piece? They have more in common than they think. All Rights Reserved ©

Poppy Rose's life changed six years ago when her mother died in an accident caused by her. After grief, blame, depression and suicide attempts came a difficult case of selective mutism. Now, at eighteen, she refuses to speak due to the shame she felt for being responsible. However, things take a turn for the worst when she comes back to school for her senior year. Her life changes when a specific adult comes into the picture, a man who had no intentions of creating a problem. But the fact is, he's her teacher, as well as her cross country coach.

After the war, Harry is lost. He doesn't know what the future will bring because he's only ever thought about surviving. Yet, somehow, he finds himself in an overly domestic relationship with one Draco Malfoy. Written in 2012 - Edited in 2019.

Draco is in the closet but is still quite curious about the gay lifestyle. What happens when the first Muggle gay club Draco picks to attend, he runs into the last person he wished to see?

Draco Malfoy is struggling to balance life running his father's company and time at home with his son. Can Harry Potter, his new au pair, do anything to change this? Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Non-magic AU. No smut. 10.5K words.

One thing I'll always remember is my parents saying "Everyone has a story" "Everyone has a story with a past, tragic or not. Everyone has a story that is meant to go unjudged, even if it was never told" But sometimes we forget that. Like when I though that my guardian was the devil. Even though he taught me how to laugh, how to protect, and even possible how to love. I only asked one thing "Why?" I still remember the one phrase that changed my life"Let me carry her" This one single and normal phrase was said by none other than Cooper Kingsley, our school's and town's bad boy. He was the championship boxer who drove a motorcycle and got into trouble frequently. He's the guy with brown hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through, the guy with irresistible cold blue eyes and the guy with a built and strong body that made girls crazy. He wasn't your typical player either; no he was just hard to get- A complete tease. And the fact that he would volunteer to help a girl like this, was not normal. So what did Cooper Kingsley want anything to do with the bland and boring me? I was completely and utterly average. Or so I thought. So why did the devil suddenly become my guardian? Let's find out. Copyright © 2014 | All Rights Reserved | brech33se

It is amazing what all can happen in just one night. That is how I am going to start my story. It was a simple night, at least I guess that's what you could say. That is until I got a call from my best friend wanting me to go on one last adventure with him before we split ways and go to college the very next day. Add in egging a couple of houses, a homemade stink bomb, some late night ice cream, a unexpected kiss, and maybe even running a few red lights and you might have yourself a night like we did. Maybe just maybe.