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The 100 FanFiction! Bellarke!

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

"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."

I was born with the Inner Eye, a Seer like Sybill Trelawney. Her power was more profound and respected, while I was mocked by my classmates for being connected to the spirit world. After the Second Wizarding War, I decided to run from Hogwarts and turn my back to magic. I opened my own voodoo shop and sold to wandering locals in a small town. Since the muggle world was already profiting off manipulation and secrets, I thought it was time I would too. I changed my name, changed my title and used my powers solely to spook my customers. My life was great until a stranger showed up to bring me back. To bring me back to face the past and help Hogwarts, or so I thought. ~~ "The Sight is a rare and sought out gift. You are a Seer, a master of the most difficult of all magical arts. Hogwarts needs you to come back to help once more." Highest ranking: 7 in perspectives [10.3.2020]

"No pogue on pogue macking." "It was a stupid rule anyways"