Throughout her life, Diana Greengrass was raised to hate all Muggles and Muggleborns, fear half-breeds such as werewolves, believe that Divination was a useless class, and to detest the idea of romance and falling in love. Although Diana never expected that all her beliefs would change in a single year. That was until she met a mysterious boy in Diagon Alley, named Remus Lupin. It was mysterious, because on their first encounter, only a few weeks before the start of their fifth year, Diana experienced something that terrified her: the moment she accidentally touched Remus's hand for the first time, Diana felt a cold and dark feeling rush through her body. Thinking that the mysterious boy had probably jinxed or cursed her, Diana ran away from him, unaware that the vision she just had was going to change her life forever.

Don't you call her baby. We're not talking lately. Don't you call her what you used to call me... A story in which a girl who writes songs falls in love with the boy who sings them. "Color...What a deep and mysterious language, the language of dreams." - Paul Gauguin. DO NOT PRINT MY BOOKS! *TW: story contains mature topics such as mental abuse, PTSD, minor drug usage, and minor sexual content.*

Y/N Moonshine, the great granddaughter of Merlin himself. Her journey through Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry leave people slightly cautious of her, maybe because of her family tree? But Y/N still manages to catch the eye of a well known Slytherin boy, and he doesn't hesitate to get close to the student who's known as the Spoilt Little Rich Girl.

There was a prophecy that the unborn daughter to Arcturus and Lyra was to be born with extra ordinary abilities and when the time came she would be the one to fight the evil facing the wizarding world. The prophecy was much true, the young girl was born untraditionally. The rise of a dark wizard, seemingly plotting to take down the wizarding world had sparked the power hidden in her veins and she found herself ready to take on the most dangerous wizard of the time, using her new found abilities. She went down in wizarding history, vanquishing the wizard and freeing their world from what was to come. Hundreds of years later following the prominent rise of the Dark Lord a prophecy of the same kind states that history is to repeat itself in years to come and another baby girl was born, inheriting the rare gene of the family in hope that one day she along with a raven haired boy would save the wizarding world once again. (Draco Malfoy fan fiction) ----------------------------------------------------------------- BOOK ONE OF THE GOLDEN GIRL SERIES HARRY POTTER AND THE GOBLET OF FIRE

"Do I know you?" "No" "How come I haven't seen you before?" "Because Malfoy, I prefer to keep my reputation low." **************************************** In which a no body Ravenclaw attracts the attention of a certain Slytherin prince.

Hogwarts is inevitably vulnerable to the chaos brewing outside its walls. Without room for doubts concerning He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's return, the growing fear is bound to reach the student body. Though, it strikes them in the form of an unknown female voice, arriving with a shocking claim; all of their deepest, darkest secrets - it knows them all. As a proof of the voice's legitimacy - and the cleverest cover up - the middle Grimaldi sister's unrequited love for her house's Prefect, Draco Malfoy, is made public. [golden era] [friday updates]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He exhales a chuckle of cynical amusement, his footsteps getting every step clearer to my eardrums until I eventually sense body heat burning my back. "And why is that?" He whispers over my shoulder, hands inviting themselves to grip the railing in front of me so I become a prisoner between his inked arms. I swallow. "Because you'll be the one to kill me first." // Aven Brooks is hired to take pictures for the world-renown punk rock band known today as Duplicity; hoping the experience gets her into her most elite-dreamed university. However, when her lenses accidentally capture more than just cheeky sound checks and performances, she comes to a horrifying discovery that Duplicity is anything but a band. Appalled and frightened, she's trapped. *HIGHEST RANKINGS* #1 IN HARRYSTYLES #1 IN ONEDIRECTION ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO @happydays1d NOT ALLOWING TRANSLATIONS! CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE / DRUG ABUSE / SEXUAL CONTENT / DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE / MENTAL HEALTH READ AT OWN RISK!

it's the 60s baby, everybody smokes. in which a young girl develops lust for a complicated man.

He was a tattoo artist by day, a painter by night. He possessed what is commonly known as an addictive personality. Perhaps inherited. He had always been like that. He liked to ink his body. He liked to coat his lungs in smoke. He craved adrenalin rushes. He certainly enjoyed hot cups of coffee. Oh, and his paintings. No one would ever understand how much he loved to paint. And then, one night, a new sort of addiction walked into his life. One that would be more detrimental than any before, and yet none had seemed quite so captivating. highest ranking- #82 in fanfiction trailer by @sweetophelias all rights reserved to @derailedthoughts

"She has the looks of an angel, Something that made me so faithful, But what was most strange, Is how she turned me into something so deranged." ALL RIGHT RESERVED (®)