• Smut Warning • Completed • ~ Aria Rowen, A 7th year Hufflepuff returning after the Battle of Hogwarts. A certain Slytherin, coming back for his 8th year... ~ After the war, Hogwarts graduates were offered a chance to return and repeat the year when everything went wrong. Friends were killed- friendships were lost- relationships fell apart... What will happen when two groups of broken teens cross paths? ~ Contains: -Smut -Language -Mental Illness -Strong Drinking/Drug Use -Violence -Toxic Relationships (Not OC) ~ (No big plot- mostly teen drama) cover made by: me ~ Rankings: #1 in draco 5/12/21 #1 in dracomalfoy 8/19/21 #1 in dracofanfic 8/19/21 #1 in hogwarts 2/16/21 #1 in witchesandwizards 2/27 #1 in hpfanfic 1/30/21 #1 in dracomalfoysmut 2/7/21 #1 in ravenclaw 4/22/21 #1 in slytherin 2/16/21 #1 in dracolovestory 3/27/21 #1 in harrypotterfanfic 12/7/21 #2 in hufflepuff 2/7/21 #2 in gryffindor 2/21/21 #2 in spells 4/21/22 ~ Started: January 9th, 2021 Finished: June 3rd, 2021

Oh, man. Here we go. This is Filthy rewritten. Lucille is way smarter... it's not as rushed.... uhhh...and Naomi hardly uses 'cooed' or 'coos'. Treat this book as an alternate universe. Slow updates because I'm a uni student with hardly any time now. Yes, it is still very explicit. Yes, it is toxic. Yes, Lucille uses her inner Granger. No, I cannot tell you who she ends up with in this book for I have no idea, either. (Or do I?). OH, and I introduce you to a new character, Silas Laurent Berkshire. WHO IS HEEEEE?

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐." 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎. "𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢? 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝?" 𝙸 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍. "𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎? 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗." 𝙸 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. "𝙵𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝." 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛, 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚖e.