𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐢𝐭. 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐫; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡, 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐝. {Mature Content; Viewer Discretion is Advised} 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. #10 in drugaddiction ( 20/09/21)

Adreanna didn't know it then, but both her and Draco Malfoy were not so different from one another; willing to sacrifice one life to save another's.

Alexandria Kaplan had been useless all her life. She was raised by hatred where there was meant to be love, and now she was condemned to watch all those around her be felled by unstoppable cruelty. Draco Malfoy was bound by his loyalty. It was known that out of self-preservation, the man wouldn't hesitate to burn the world down, even if it meant living the rest of his life alone. Loneliness was familiar to both of them, after all. The struggle between power and humanity was never-ending and was a struggle they knew well. It was impossible to have both, and it was impossible for there to be a balance. Sometimes, however, even the most dependable truths could be proven false. The sky was down, the black was white, the bad were good, perhaps - and only perhaps - power and humanity could coexist. Perhaps they could be found where they were least expected. Or perhaps where they never existed at all.

He stared at me for a minute longer, tilting his head to the side as he watched me. For the first time I wanted him to kiss me, I wanted him to lean in and press his lips against mine, to touch me and completely devour me right here, on this damn desk. I know he was aware I was thinking this - the way he was looking at me with his eyes tracing down at me, he was an excellent legilimens. Love and hate are both rooted in passion, so what's the difference?

'Draco let his shock slip through the dense barrier of calm he had constructed, and Snape, the bastard, had the gall to look smug. "I pride myself in being rather adept at spotting imposters, Ms. Adler, and you certainly are a snake hiding in the eagle's nest, are you not?" '"Yes," I was forced to say, even as my stomach churned. I was, I realized. I was, and I had done a damn good job of fooling everyone, even myself.'

"I've never...ever in my whole fucking life let someone in, but you have managed to infiltrate me in every sense of the word. I hate more than anything that you are my weakness, Rose, but you are and I need you to realize that and admit that I am the same to you before I lose my fucking mind." His eyes squinted with tear of frustration and desperation. Why did I have the urge to wipe them away as one slid down his cheek? (TWs in AN) *DO NOT REPOST OR PRINT WITHOUT PERMISSION* *THE CHARACTERS I OWN ARE ROSE EROS, LEONARDO RILEY, CELIA RILEY, FLORA AND VICTOR EROS! ALL OTHER CHARACTERS BELONG TO JKR!!*

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒. 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐊. ❝𝙒𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙄 𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪?❞ A war between the souls. For each soul holds another story. And each story holds another love. But not all souls love in the same realm. Not all souls love. ❝𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧.❞

*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.

Hate. Love. Death. Mystery. Murder. After fourth year, everything changed. Everything had gone to shit. Everything. With the Dark Lord on the rise again, things were different now. With her parents, she was destined to be another one of Voldemort's followers. Stella needed the one thing to make her speak again. What will it be? Another death? An accident? The special blonde-haired boy? With the Horcrux Stella wore, and her prophecy - things can get complicated.