Kayleigh Allen. from the most known and powerful Slytherin family of all time and comes to Hogwarts when she turns eleven. What's Draco gonna say when his Slytherin competition is a girl from a more powerful bloodline?

This is kind of the first thing I've ever written and shown to the world ever, so it's a bit iffy (in my opinion). Many have said that it's fine the way it is, but I will be editing after I post the entire story. This is simply another Draco Malfoy x Reader story. Enjoy!

He was falling for you. Now he understood why they called it 'falling' in love. Like falling off a broomstick, it was happening very quickly and the ground was rushing up to meet him, before he had a chance to react or cast a spell to protect himself. The collision would be inevitable and nobody knew how much it could hurt. There was no slowing down.

'How can I believe you after everything you've said to me was a lie?' ~ You lived a quiet life at Hogwarts. Not really talking too much with anyone. You were friends with the golden trio and refused to interfere in their fights and business. But when you come across the enemy of your friends in your 6th year, you soon become enemies with him too. Yet you can't seem to help but feel interested in him. But when you realise that all he can say to you are lies? What if you're stuck between your feelings and the pain he gives you? Does he really love you? Or was it all just a lie?

❌ This is my first work so I apologize for any inconsistencies and mistakes. I am also not touching this with a ten foot pole. It is an abomination so I am leaving it alone.❌ An untold story where (Your first name) Potter Riddle was only a year old when Harry Potter survived the vicious attack of Voldemort or her oldest brother, Tom Marvolo Riddle. While Harry was put into the hands of his abusive aunt and uncle, Your name was put into the hands of the unalterable professor, Severus Snape after her foster parents died due to Tom's uncontrolled anger of where his sister was and how he could not be able to be with her. P.S.: THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION THAT I THOUGHT UP SO PLEASE BE KIND ENOUGH NOT TO PIRATE/COPY THIS WORK OF LITERACY, THANKS-R.W.

Draco and reader fan fiction!! Your in your sixth year at Hogwarts when you begin to like Draco Malfoy. Your also in Slytherin house but you've been outcasted because you don't have prejudice against muggle borns. ---Disclaimer--- I do not own any of these characters! This is also my first reader fanfic so it might not be that good!

"She's like a snake charmer." "Maybe she is." _______________________________________________________________________ Y/n Cultven. Pureblooded Slytherin. Just like the many gerenrations of her family. But unlike her fellow Slytherins. She was raised to believe Voldemort was bad, and blood status didn't matter. Through twist, turns, and dark secrets. Who knows whats going to happen to her.

Fortsetzung von "In Love With A Death Eater"❤ Was passiert, wenn du für den schlimmsten Magier aller Zeiten arbeitest? Was geschieht, wenn du dich entscheiden musst, für welche Seite du kämpfst? Was passiert, wenn du mehr über deine eigene dunkle Vergangenheit erfährst und was wird geschehen, wenn du mit deinem Freund ein Risiko eingehen musst, das dich dein Leben kosten könnte?

Was ist, wenn du dich entscheiden musst, ob du den leichten oder den richtigen Weg nimmst? Was ist, wenn du einfach im 6. Schuljahr nach Hogwarts kommst, und nach Slytherin gesteckt wirst? Was passiert, wenn du von einem Jungen angestarrt wirst, der von allen anderen als "Eisprinz von Slytherin" bezeichnet wird? Und was ist, wenn du dich dann noch Hals über Kopf in ihn verliebst?

"Draco, komm.", rief nun auch Narzissa und er zögerte. Kurz darauf liess er meine Hand los und lief nach vorne. Er sah noch einmal kurz zu mir und sah mich traurig an. Danach drehte er sich wieder um und Voldemort umarmte ihn. "Ah gut gemacht Draco, gut gemacht." Er stellte sich neben Narzissa und sah starr auf den Boden. Ich bemerkte die stechenden Blicke und wie mein Herz in tausende Scherben zersprang. Ich hatte das Gefühl, keine Luft mehr zu bekommen und liess meinen Tränen freien Lauf. Sie rollten über meine Wangen und tropften dann auf meinen grauen Pullover. Blaise nahm nun meine Hand in seine und noch mehr Tränen fanden ihren Weg auf meine Wangen. Er hatte sich gegen uns und somit gegen mich entschieden. *Alle Rechte liegen bei J.K Rowling bis auf die Personen, Handlungen und Orte die ich selbst erfunden habe* Anfang: 1.5.17 Ende: 1.5.18 Überarbetet: 1.8.22