There's a new girl at Hogwarts and someone has an eye for her and so does she ....;-)

"Granger. You will tell me what that box was and why you threw it out," he whispered. "And if I don't?" "I have ways of making you speak," he whispered and Hermione shivered against his breath.

Dark poetry of my thoughts, love and relationships. this poetry belongs to me, but none of the art belongs to me. do not edit, copy, or repost my work.

A poem collection having poetry based on love, heartbreak, relationship, self-love and similar topics on love. Love is what gives us an infinite courage to move ahead it gives us the strength beyond our imaginations it is what we live for Many of the poets have become poets due to love. It could be love for nature, or parents, or someone or anything. So here's the Nightsky of our hearts where we all poets write poems based on the love. The beautiful nightsky is a place where our feelings dwell and live and spread to whoever watches it. Our eyes are towards those stars, those wishes, those hopes and dreams of our own love in life. Come here, let's gaze the stars in the nightsky Pour the love over the pages from our hearts Any feedback/suggestions/criticism is welcomed! Hope you all enjoy this book! Poems belong to their respective poets. Please do not steal their works or use it without their permission. No piracy! Note: This book is only published in wattpad. If you find it in any other site, please do not read there as it could contain harmful malware. Read this book only in Wattpad.com or the wattpad app.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Three students share something in common. They are all misunderstood and a big threat, but still children. Hermione Granger has been a werewolf since the age of one, and struggles with controlling herself and constantly avoiding contact with others. Then there's Draco Malfoy, who is the son of a death eater, racist, and proud pureblood father, and a loving mother. He's always believed that he was to be superior and grow as successful and knowledgeable as his father. The thing is, he's been lied to about his parentage. Lastly, there's the-boy-who-lived, Harry Potter, that has no idea he's the only hope for the wizarding world. All he knows is that his parents died by the hand of Voldemort, and his guardians, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black, are all he has left of them. - Characters belong to 𝖩̶.𝖪̶.𝖱̶𝗈̶𝗐̶𝗅̶𝗂̶𝗇̶𝗀̶ 𝘋𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘭 𝘙𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦 and plot is mine. Enjoy :)

a few poetries I've scrawled underneath my skin -» all rights reserved to the author

Reece smirked, "Trust me Chloe, the good girl always falls for the bad boy." Chloe Armel is a good girl. She never gets in trouble, gets excellent grades and is loved by everyone. Enter Reece. Wild, badass and has an ego that honestly couldn't get any bigger. He gets into fights, breaks every single rule and couldn't care less about the consequences that come with it. When Chloe's parents leave to treat sick children in Cambodia for two weeks, she is forced to stay at her neighbour's house. Her neighbour has a son, and it's Reece Carter. Sneaking out. Parties. Drinks. Hash Brownies. Flirting. Breaking the law...and road trips. Add a few shots of Cupid's arrows and what have we got? No clue. All we know is, it'll be unforgettable.

An anthology of rib-tickling short stories.