She was the girl who convinced her father to let her go to work with him at the Ministry. He was the boy who went for fear of disappointing his father. She stood to the right and a little behind her father, trying to stand tall as they walked through the halls of the Ministry of Magic. The building had turned out to be more intimidating than she expected. He walked beside his father, one hand itching to grab at his coat. He stood tall instead, but maybe his head drooped a bit, and his eyes on the floor. She was the girl who stared straight ahead as she walked, eyes too big for her face taking in everything she could. He only looked up, sharply, when his father called out to another. She stood up straighter, her gaze already cool and calculating at so young an age. He only stared, but tried to sharpen his features. Look strong, boy.

You have just made a bet with Draco that if he gets you to fall for him by the end of the year, he wins. Your determined to win. But how strong is the Malfoy Charm

You and Draco have always been close since your first year at Hogwarts, considering you were a pureblood and a Slytherin. Being best friends meant that you were always together, however starting your third year you notice that friendship wasn't going to be enough. Your blossoming love tries it's best to flourish but you and Draco end up getting caught in 'family situations' causing things to get a bit shaky. You both end up having yet another reason to connect with one another. Will it bring you closer together or force you both apart nearly breaking a 6 year bond? (Warning: It's gonna get angsty)

After bumping into him in the train, Y/n L/n heard Draco Malfoy whispering about her to Blaise Zabini. Doesn't go by a certain year, you can imagine it as any year you want. WARNINGS : -extremely cliche and predictable -keep in mind that I wrote this when my writing skills were not as developed

The first paper bird landed the book next to your hand. You ignored it, pushing it off your desk so it would fly back to its sender. After that another one came, and another, and another, until six or seven birds sat on your book because you had given up swiping them off the desk. By now your annoyance was starting to get the better of you. You stood up from your seat, walked to the waste bin, and dumped all but one of the birds into it. Whispers erupted in the room around you.

Another year at Hogwarts, a certain blonde notices you on the first day of school. He thinks the world of you and would do anything for you. All he wants to do is keep you to himself. Does he succeed?💚