"Are you a virgin?" "Sir, is that appropriate?" ____

Y/N's laughs echoed through the empty corridors of Hogwarts as she runs hand in hand with Draco. He couldn't help but smile, he's done something he hasn't done before. His eyes sparkled as he look at her face, it was full of happiness. Draco didn't know what he felt, but it was like his stomach turned around. And he knew it wasn't because of the adrenaline of pranking Filch, he knew, it was because of her. He knew, he was falling for her, Y/N Black. Falling for her was a risk, and even if it's the other way around it still was. But what's life without a little risk? • • • • • • • • • [disclaimer, i do not own the Harry Potter franchise, or you, i only own the plot This story starts at year five, and it just goes on. Also, in this story, the Malfoys, and the Blacks are not related, for obvious reasons. Highest rankings: #1 on #siriusblack Started writing (in drafts): 04/18/20 Published: 05/20/20 Finished: 08/13/21]

Life is dismal in war. Every day is the same for the medics. Constant flow of people to treat, or send for better treatment. Y/n knew this when she signed up for a nursing position in the war. She wanted the routine that it brought, not that she would have been able to do anything else. In the 3 years that she has been nursing, nothing has changed apart from the amount of patients. But one patient ends up catching her eye. Short story Completed