time is running out. there is no time left for hesitation, only the constant reminder of how little time they have left. the battle has begun, dumbledore is dead. giovanna potter is faced with the constant urge of darkness that has never been stronger than it is now. people are forced to make sacrifices and choices; draco malfoy and giovanna potter worst of all.

sixth year approaches too closely for giovanna potter's liking. her, along with many others, are faced with the challenge of growing... and making decisions.

" You're not innocent as you seem. " true evil is, above all, seductive. harry and giovanna potter return for their fifth year of school at hogwarts. times are changing and the air is fogging and the lights are dimming and going dark.

yule ball. triwizard tournament. the return of an enemy. two sides. two lovers. what's to come of them?

in which everyone grows up a teensy bit more, and a teensy bit more truths are revealed

Harry Potter, all his life, believed he was alone. That was before he met his twin sister, of course. Giovanna Potter, all her life, believed nothing could distract her from school and family That was before she met Draco Malfoy, of course.

"NO I NEVER SOLD MY SOUL, IF I EVER DO, THROW MY BONES TO THE WOLVES ." - [post war] copyright 2016 © melødy [UNDER EDITING] [word count: 91544] [contains sexual themes, swearing and violence]

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

Draco Malfoy is Hogwarts' notorious bad boy. Emotionally detached, cold and arrogant, Draco has never let anyone close... until the most unlikely one night stand leaves him hungry for another taste of the feisty hufflepuff girl. Unable to get her out of his mind, Draco makes it his mission to not let any other boy touch her, to keep her all to himself. he thought it was just possessive lust he was feeling, but never did he think love would be in the question...