Evangel Sol Rosier, a 16yr old girl struggling with her reality gets pulled into the Harry Potter world through a mysterious bookstore and finds herself trapped inside the story. She soon realizes that she is the only one who can change Draco Malfoy's fate, guided by strange signs and a fate she never asked for. Now faced with a life that is not her own, she must decide...𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚑? Will Evangel return to her original world, or be stuck inside the book forever... Or perhaps, a plot twist awaits her? the 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺? {The Half-Blood Prince} ⋆˚࿔ 𝐸𝓋𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓁 (𝑜𝒸) 𝓍 𝒟𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑜 𝑀𝒶𝓁𝒻𝑜𝓎

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

― "You'd look exquisite in my undoing." ― Flora Moreau spoke in soft syllables and sharp truths. A Ravenclaw with ink-stained hands, she sketched the world as she saw it - not as it wished to be seen. Daughter of an ancient French bloodline, she had walked Hogwarts' halls for years, quiet as moonlight, untouchable as frost. Draco Malfoy loathed her. Her composure, her defiance, her refusal to give him the satisfaction of a single flinch. He provoked; she dismissed. He sneered; she smiled. And yet, she was in his mind - carved there like an etching he could not erase. She was everything he had been raised to hate, and everything he did not understand about himself. Their battles were fought in glances and words, in wit that cut deeper than curses, in the space between cruelty and longing - where the line between wanting her and destroying her blurred into damnation. ☽｡⋆

❛And do you know what's the stupidest thing about this?❜ said Draco and made an aggressive step towards me. ❛That after all this,❜ he grasped my forearm violently and made me backstep in fear. ❛After all this trouble,❜ he said and pushed me against the wall despite my tries to get away. ❛After all these fights,❜ he closed up and stuck his body on mine, putting his hand on my neck almost painfully. ❛I still want you so badly, it hurts,❜ he said and looked at me with both anger and lust and passion. ❛God, I want you so much and I want to kill you at the same time. You stupid, little girl, I fucking love you.❜ Despite being Voldemort's daughter, Dumbledore's goddaughter and destined to lead, Annalise Riddle was born in a world ordinary and plain. Thrown into a life full of magic and wonders, she stumbles upon her fate. This is not just a love story. This is a story of self-sacrifice and being brave enough to seek your destiny. ❛The Lost Daughter is now born. Lady she is meant to be and Lady she will be, and a Dark Lord's daughter. Beware, for only she knows the key to his collapse. Long may she reign and retribution shall be ours.❜ *Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction and #1 in draco* If you like this story, I am sure you would also like its prequel. Go to my profile and add Anne's mother's story ('Retribution Shall Be Ours') to your reading lists!

Kallista Emrys was born into the ruthless world of pure-blood high society. As one of the last living descendants of Merlin - the greatest wizard of all time - the weight of her family name comes with impossible expectations, constant scrutiny, and a legacy she never asked for. When Kally starts at Hogwarts, she quickly learns the kind of hatred that follows anyone sorted into Slytherin. Surrounded by fellow pure-blood heirs burdened with their own family expectations, she finally finds people who understand her... until one infuriatingly arrogant - and undeniably handsome - blond boy becomes the distraction she never saw coming. Or... A rewrite of The Slytherin Royals featuring altered plotlines, a reimagined Yule Ball, darker more mature (wink wink) tensions, and, most importantly, enemies-to-lovers instead of friends-to-lovers.

This particular story, with chapters, that follows the timeline of the original books, but centers around Harry Potter's sister born 8 months apart. Draco Malfoy serves as her love interest. I've done my best to stay true to the canon events and overall tone of the series. I hope you enjoy reading it! Extract: Harry sat up slowly, nose dripping red, eyes furious and wounded. "You think I've changed?" Ivory's voice dropped, calm as a blade. "I didn't change, Harry. I just stopped being nice while you disrespected me and ignored everything I did." She stepped closer, wand still steady, but her voice trembled with something raw. "You want to know the real difference between us? You Gryffindors chase glory like it's your birthright. But Slytherins-we protect what's ours. Even if we have to do it from the shadows. Even if it means we're seen as the villain."

From the moment Lady Prideful crosses paths with Mr Arrogant, sparks don't fly, they detonate. To each other, they are utterly insufferable, waging a war of verbal blows, vicious hexes, and petty sabotage, where surrender would mean total humiliation. But hatred is supposed to feel cold, not dangerously hot. It isn't meant to burn beneath the skin like a fever that won't break, or leave hearts racing long after the argument ends. So when all is said and done and there's nothing left to fight but their feelings, what then? Well, Adria Harlow has always had a taste for fire, and she knows exactly how to fan Draco Malfoy's temper, igniting an Inferno. Word Count: 455k

Eleanor Selwyn and Draco Malfoy had three things in common: a high, pure-blood status, academic talents and Slytherin house. Other than that, they were complete opposites and hated each other. That was rather unfortunate, as the Selwyns and the Malfoys had been part of the same social circle for decades. They went to the same parties, visited the same shops and restaurants and visited each other far more than Eleanor would have liked. If it were up to their mothers, they'd already have been betrothed, but ever since birth, the two were like fire and ice. But what happens when ice gets too close to fire?

He stepped back, eyes glued to my arm. "What a magnificent sight," he grabbed my jaw gently and moved my head back straight. His boney grey fingers whipped the tears trapped on my eyelashes. "Oh, don't be upset, my dear girl. You and your power will be of excellent use to us." Stepping back once more, he now turned to my father. I glanced down at my arm to see the dark skull and snake laid across my arm. It was official now. I was one of them. "Speaking of," I looked back up before anymore signs of weakness showed. "We need to mention the boy and her." My father stood up straight and glanced at me before falling back on the dark lord. "My lord, i feel as though we should wait. At least until she's enrolled and has her letter." Voldemort tapped his wand in his hand, pacing back and forth between my father and I. "mm. Well, I suppose. that way it will be fresh in our little Legies mind. Very well. However as soon as that letter comes, she must be told straight away." He stalked towards my father and raised his wand slightly, "Do not think I won't know if you fail to mention it, Severus. You know I see all."

It's dark in the closet, I can just vaguely see his features and realise how close we're standing. Like, really close. My chest is toughing his and my hand is resting on his shoulder. As I realise that, I quickly remove it. "Cozy", he whispers in my ear, which make chills run down my spine. "Shut up", I whisper. "McGonagall's class starts in ten minutes, I guess you'll be stuck in here until then", he says smirking. "I can leave at any moment", I say, glaring at him. "And then I'd follow you, and what would people think when they see us leaving a tiny closet like this, together", he whispers and God his voice makes me shiver. "You're such an arrogant git". "And you're a sad nerd". "Stupid sod!" "Pathetic halfblood" "Useless, stuck-up brat!" And then his lips collide with mine, all of the sudden, filled with passion. And I kiss him back. - This was my first HP fanfiction EVER. It's not great, but it's a quick, fun read I guess. If you want something a little more in depth and less ... cringy, I recommend checking out my other works haha All characters are owned by JK Rowling. I do NOT support JKR at all, but I wrote this fan fiction years ago when I didn't know any better, and the Harry Potter universe was a big part of my teen life. #1 in malfoyxreader #1 in dracoxreader #1 in Malfoy #1 in Pureblood #1 in Potter