on the surface, the two couldn't have been more different. he was cruel, arrogant, and cold; she was quiet, mellow, and kind. however, the two students would soon be made aware of how they wore matching scars on their skin and in their souls. // "I have scars too, remember?" Draco said after a moment. He tugged off his shirt, making Lorelei blush, but he showed her all of the long white scars on his arms, back, and torso. She gently touched one of them, making Draco breathe deeper, but her heart slowed and shoulders uncoiled to see them. With shaky hands and averted eyes, Lorelei carefully pulled back the hem of her dress until it rested just above her knees. She didn't look at his face, not wanting to see his reaction. She flinched just slightly when Draco's cold finger trailed over one of her scars, just as she had done to his a moment before. "They're beautiful, princess. A sign of your strength and resilience." SOULMATE AU // HP FANFIC Highest Rankings: #1 in Soulmate #1 in Slytherin #1 in Hufflepuff #1 in AlternateUniverse #2 in DracoMalfoy #2 in Angst #4 in SoulmateAU #6 in LunaLovegood #11 in FanFiction #16 in HarryPotter /disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or that universe. I only own Lorelei Jones and Briar Davies./ [started - may 2021; finished - december 2021]

Seven years post-war, Iris Knightley is transferred from MACUSA to the British Ministry of Magic to work as an Unspeakable in the Love Chamber. Everyone she meets seems to have some sort of warning for her against her new partner, Draco Malfoy. A former Death Eater and current alchemist, he's the most arrogant man she's ever met. Unfortunately, he also happens to be incredibly attractive. But that's just the Amortentia talking. Right? Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson have been together longer than he can remember. No matter how many engagements she goes through or how many random girls he tosses aside, they both know that they're meant for each other. Iris is just a distraction, a plaything. So why do her eyes keep catching him off guard? (updates mon.)

After the war Y/N spent her time as a healer at St Mungos, she enjoyed her job and most importantly enjoyed being by herself. The haunting memories of the war replayed continuously in her mind, so she distanced herself from any past friends' and lovers. She spent her Friday evenings in the local bar close to her house, this was her time. Time to let go off the memories and time to drown in her sorrows. Little did she know, she had was being watched the whole time, for the past two years by the Slytherin Prince. *Based on my one shot 'one more drink'* **All characters belong to JK Rowling** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 19+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed**

Arabella Roseberry was kicked out from Beauxbatons Wizarding school to Hogwarts in her 5th year. She has her whole future ahead of her and will let nothing stop her from achieving what she wants. Until she meets the Slytherin Prince, her world turns upside down and so does his. **All characters belong to JK Rowling, I own the character Arabella Roseberry** **Names, ages and storyline will not all be accurate, all characters are 17+. This story contains mature smut, please don't read if you are not of age, or if you are easily cringed** Highest rankings: #1 in Draco #2 in fanfiction #1 in maturelanguage #1 in Slytherin #1 in Dracomalfoy

It was the boy she grew up to hate more than anything, until she found herself slowly falling for his bruised soul and haunted mind. "I just hate myself a little less when I'm with you." Trigger Warning: This story contains mature content, scenes of abuse, violence, sexual assault, and drug abuse - please read with caution! The characters Olive Winters and Samuel Sapphirus and the story line belongs to me, other than that, all credit goes to J.K. Rowling.

"What are you trying to say?" Mr. Malfoy questioned as the girl sat in her chair. "I've never- I've never actually-." She huffed, her cheeks heating up as she looked up at the person she never wanted to see again. "Are you saying he's never made you orgasm?" (Inspired by romanshome, credits go to her.)

If he was the devil, she was his creator. For her angelic stance lasted so long- until his demons twisted her to become the saviour of his sins. Then she too was the devil, and he was her creator.

"It's alright, darling. I'll have you screaming my name in no time." ~ "I want to help you, why won't you let me help you?" ~ "I can't stay away from you." ___________________________________________ ON HOLD This story can be very dark and deals with some unsettling topics that could be disturbing for some readers. This is a slow burn Draco Malfoy fanfiction about a girl called Athea Avalon who is in an unhealthy relationship and thinks everything that is happening to her is acceptable. Draco thinks otherwise. Athea struggles with the mention of her being involved with Voldemort, she wants nothing more than to shield herself from any more darkness threatening to enter her life. Somehow, everything seems to fall apart. ~Mature content ~Self harm ~Abuse ~Violence ~Alcohol and drugs ~Mention of suicide ~Rape

"Come on Rose!" her friends called her back. Rose took one last look at her headmaster, but to her surprise he was already looking at her. "Don't be out past the prefect curfew," her headmaster scolded her, before turning on his heel to walk away. "No promises." she mumbled just in time for him to hear her. Draco Malfoy was indeed a very handsome man to stare at, but he made it nearly impossible to stay away from him despite being the schools headmaster.

Draco Malfoy's rise to fame was quick after the war. The ladies loved his rough past, his tortured soul, and his charming personality. Draco thought he would love the spotlight. He was wrong. All that fame brought him was fake friends, hangovers, and a revolving door of women whose names he couldn't remember. He really only had one constant in his life. One person that understood him like no other. His assistant. Maisie Carrington