ɪᴛ's ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴏʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs. ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴡs ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ; ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғᴀᴍᴏᴜs sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ. ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ʜᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ. ᴘᴀɴsʏ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ɢᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ʙʟᴀɪsᴇ ᴢᴀʙɪɴɪ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇʀs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ

"How am I supposed to be a better person, when all my life I've buried the last bit of good in me?" Harry's life changes completely when he accidentally becomes responsible for the nearing death of Draco Malfoy (Fifth Year)

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

*Unedited* In Autumn Tuffins' last summer as a Head Counsellor at Beaver Falls Summer Camp, she meets the newest recruit, Ace Beckett. He is a overconfident know-it-all, and she can't stand to be around him. He acts like he owns the place, when in reality, he has only been there five minutes. However, Autumn has no time to deal with the newbie as the threat of her summer home being bought by the camp across the lake is hanging over her head. In this story of adventure, romance, and new beginnings, will Autumn be able to save her home from being taken and deal with Ace? Or will the summer clock run out? ⚠️TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ rape, sexual assault, sexual harassment !!Please read at your own discretion!!

Three things. A boy who loves to piss her off. A girl who loves to annoy him. And them understanding what it's like to feel love, while being scared of it at the same time [I flick his forehead with my pointer finger, "You're an ass," He leans down further near my ear so only I can hear him. "Y'know you're kinda cute when you're pissed."]