„I wish we could just go", Draco then whispered and broke my heart to the ground with the sadness he was showing me. „Just pack a few things, get on my broom and leave." „Where would we go?" „I don't know, where do you wanna go?" „I like the ocean", I said with a smile and immediately missed the smell of salty water and the fresh air on a summer morning. „I always dreamed about living at the ocean. Waking up early, drinking coffee on the porch. Did you ever saw the night sky in places like that? There are no lights distracting, it's breath taking. That's where I wanna go." „The ocean", Draco chuckled halfhearted. „Sounds nice to me." _________________ Tiara Fox knows how it feels to grow up in the public eye. Her life in Hogwarts is painted in gold and emerald green, the only thing to worry is how to ditch the Yule Ball without pulling a crisis with her mother - until the inevitable happens and her world is turned upside down. With the rise of the Dark Lord Tiara needs to decide if she stands her grounds against the darkness, or fight on her families side. And after a terrible discovery it's not only about disgrace and honor - it's a race against death. - Book 1 of the "The Fox" series - A Draco Malfoy fanfiction (18+) ⚠️⚠️ 🅃🅁🄸🄶🄶🄴🅁 🅆🄰🅁🄽🄸🄽🄶 ⚠️ ⚠️ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄, 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓, 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒. 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐑

A horrific wizarding war has finally concluded proceeding incredible loss and trauma: the dark lord Voldemort has finally been defeated. Both Draco and Madeleine have miraculously survived through their volatile roles as death eaters and double agents, albeit with terrible injuries. They shall be united once again when they wake in the Malfoy Manor. But the question remains: as wizarding society rebuilds itself, and the Malfoy's are framed as villainous outcasts, will they be able to reconnect a second time after such phenomenal damage has occurred? And is it possible to further endure, when a new, dramatically more powerful evil begins to 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲 in the background, waiting for the opportune moment to strike from within? ☙ Book One: Bequeathment ❧ ☙ Book Two: Obliviation ❧ ☙ Book Four: Supremacy ❧

He pushes me against one of the book shelves and I am glad that all students and Madam Pince have left. His lips trail to my neck, "Let me be honest, that mark above your breast, turns me on so much" he says biting the flesh of my breast. "Oh, and I am never that drunk to not know when a girl slaps me" His hand grabs around my neck as he lays me down, "That was quite a swing, princess" He's talking about how I slapped him when he got drunk after that match when him and I were in an argument. "Get over my knee" he orders adjusting his pants as he man-spreads on the chair. His lap teasing me to get over it for a night of my life. "What?" I blink innocently, "Over my knee. Now" I get over his knee without another question, because Draco Malfoy does not ask twice. Olivia was never just an ordinary girl. Muggle-born-or so she's told-she joins Hogwarts in her first year and quickly discovers that her powers go far beyond what any young witch should possess. As Olivia uncovers chilling secrets about her past, she finds herself drawn into the fight alongside the Golden Trio against the rising dark forces. But when her path collides with Draco Malfoy-her sworn rival turned reluctant ally-everything changes. Love sparks in the shadows, truths unravel, and Olivia is forced to confront the darkest secret of all... the one hidden inside herself. Power. Legacy. And a love that could destroy or save them both. All the copyrights and characters are owned by J.K. Rowling, except for the ones that I will create, which will be easy to identify. The general story idea is similar to HP movies, but with my own fanfiction spiciness. My story happens around this time, well not actually 2020s but not in 1900s too. So hope you enjoy a little magic, love and pain with modern tech! And a little warning - MATURE CONTENT. Contains harsh language, knife work, smut and fluff.

He's a regrettably barbarous, pureblood, Slytherin heir; 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲, unavailable, and that's the way he'd prefer it to remain. Draco Malfoy has much more important, particularly insidious business to attend to, rather than waste time worrying about altering the course of an already pre-determined marriage. No sense in lingering on an emotional connection with any witch deemed fit for the deplorable role, when one has a serpent's fangs buried deep in their skin, releasing venom at an alarming rate... Unfortunately for him (and for her), Madeleine Desrosiers cannot be reasoned with, and she has her golden eyes locked squarely on one wizard only. This hazardous enchantress is a terrifically stubborn French Beauxbatons transfer student with little knowledge about Hogwarts, a terribly inconvenient Parisian dialect, and a knack for touching things that definitely do 𝗻𝗼𝘁 belong to her. Finding herself drawn to him despite his inhospitable charm, Madeleine shall ultimately become the grand architect of her own personal prison. Sudden and involuntary bequeathment to the Malfoy family shield was definitely not the game plan. She is inevitably drawn deeper into a world darker than she'd ever imagined, and in order to navigate the shadows of her new apocalyptic life, she must discover the gift of 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲. ☙ Book Two: Obliviation ❧ ☙ Book Three: Aftermath ❧ ☙ Book Four: Supremacy ❧

His hands gripped her waist, and his head fit perfectly in the crook of her neck. She leaned back into his chest, a small smile spreading across her face as she tilted her head to one side, allowing him to lean down and plant light kisses down her neck. Her hand reached up and curled around the back of his neck, gently pulling him down because she wanted him even closer. Her hips began swaying with the music. He tightened his grip on her waist before moving his hips as well, pressing them tight against hers. She moved her hips from side to side, the friction sending a new wave of heat through Draco. "Fuck, do that again," he muttered against her neck. │MATURE CONTENT WARNING; ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+│ J.K. Rowling owns all of the characters except for Alora Lin. Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #1 in dracofanfic #1 in dracolovestory #1 in dracotok #1 in hermione #1 in ravenclaw #1 in ronweasley #1 in spice #2 in dracoluciusmalfoy #2 in dracomalfoy #2 in harrypotter #3 in fanfiction #3 in hufflepuff #7 in malfoy #8 in draco

"That was before she was my sun and I was the stars circling around her. I would do anything for her. She was my everything and I just lost everything. The only thing that kept me going everyday. The only person that would escape me from real life for a day. She could escape me from everything, and anything in the world and I screwed it up. She was that one perfect thing in Life that you could never believe actually happened to you but it did. It did happen to me, did." Draco thought to himself. Draco Malfoy love story, smut, enemies to lovers. •a/n: I DO NOT OWN ANY HARRY POTTER CHARACTERS THAT ARE MENTIONED

"What are you trying to say?" Mr. Malfoy questioned as the girl sat in her chair. "I've never- I've never actually-." She huffed, her cheeks heating up as she looked up at the person she never wanted to see again. "Are you saying he's never made you orgasm?" (Inspired by romanshome, credits go to her.)

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you... I don't think I can hold these feelings back anymore," he continued. I tried to brush it off with an awkward chuckle. "I'm sure your feelings only came back because we ran into each other after years of no contact." "Came back? Please..." he scoffed, licking his lips as he locked eyes with me. "They never left." He scooted closer, resting one of his hands on my ankle and gently rubbing his thumb back and forth. My back straightened as every muscle in my body tensed. I wordlessly watched as he softly glided his hand up my calf. My hand clasped around his as it neared my inner thigh, "What are you doing?" "I know you want this as much as I do," he breathed out. - SEQUEL TO MUFFLIATO | MATURE CONTENT WARNING | Highest Rankings: #1 in dm #3 in dracolovestory #9 in spice

*This story has a messy plot and unedited writing.* "𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞" 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐥. "𝐎𝐡, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" Zelia has never had it easy. And it gets worse when she transfers to Hogwarts, where she will deal with rumours, lies, betrayal and danger. And as the war approaches, the ministry wants her dead, Voldermort wants to use her as a weapon and her cruel dad wants her power for himself. And she deals with all of this, all while falling in love with Draco Malfoy. He would set fire to the world around him for her, but would never let a flame touch her.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches. Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but there will be a power the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies." Audrey Potter hates the technicalities that constantly drag her into trouble with her twin brother, Harry. But when she finally starts to prove herself by crawling from behind her brother's overbearing shadow during the Triwizard tournament, she begins realizing that it may have been better to just stay hidden... Story by Sphinx-legend on Fanfiction.Net