"Her soft lips pulled into the corner of her cheek as she watched him mouth the lyrics to the song she claimed to love, and Richie couldn't help but hope that she'd begin to love him the way she loved that song. Maybe that was the whole point." ___________________________________________ published September 9th, 2019- December 31st, 2019 :) ❥this story is COMPLETED p.s. there's no dumb clown in this book.

the world is dying, maybe we should just let it completed august twentieth, 2O13.

The malfoys are your neighbors. You're just a muggle-born, until you find the truth out. Your parents know more about the Wizarding world then they would like to let you know. What are they hidding and why? Your house is Hufflepuff, just so you know. If you like the story please vote on each chapter you like. This story is based on the books, not the movies. If you find something that doesn't match the movie, that's why. I'm reading the books as I create my POV. Ps: I do not own the Harry Potter series or the fantastic beasts series. I also do not own any of the characters involved, except for Sam, Sebastian, Kathy and Dameon. This is just a fanfiction and should not in any way be considered canon as part of the Harry Potter series. I also do not own any of the photos used. Some of what the characters say is straight from the story and I do not own any of that either.

"I have always loved you and I don't think I'll ever stop." "Why? Look at me, I'm a mess." "It doesn't matter, it's just impossible for me to love anyone else." He said, locking eyes with me. "You're such a big softie." I said, chuckling. "Only for you." He stated, before kissing me gently. A Draco Malfoy's fanfiction. (Starts in 3rd year) This is a Y/N and Draco's pov story. For those of you who never read stories in which you're the main character: Y/N = your name Y/L/N= your last name Y/F/N= your full name Y/E/C= your eye colour Y/H/C= your hair colour LGBTQ+ content. Slow burn for the smut. TW: mature content including; smut, alcohol, sexual assault, abuse, eating disorder. When a chapter will include one or more of these topics I'll put a TW before. Some events in this story aren't accurate to the books/movies including the year that some characters will be introduced! So yes, some things might be a little bit different. I created and own the characters of: -Hydra Black -Ava Mcmillan -Grace Williams Enjoy!!

You Are A Girl Called Oula and upon your arrival to Hogwarts Station, you bump into an odd family of Red Heads. You don't much like the small one, Ron but you get on well with the two older twin brothers. It seems Like you are as a best friend to them and they treat you as a sister. But Wonder What happens as you go through school get to know each other more and have more of an interest in each other. Authors Note: This is a reupload of a story I did on a previous old account that no longer exists. This is why it says "By: DocterHooves12" On it, not this accounts name.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."