Adreanna didn't know it then, but both her and Draco Malfoy were not so different from one another; willing to sacrifice one life to save another's.

⚠️*PLEASE READ WARNINGS/TAGS!* "No?" He feigned hurt for a second, but his lips eventually twitched. "Hmm, how'd you explain this then?" Keeping one hand curled around the apex of my stiffened thigh, he freed the other from around my throat and swept two of his fingers across my burning cheek, down until they brushed against my parted lips. I tried and failed to formulate a verbal response. "No need to be shy about it," His voice was half-way between a sneer and mock assurance. "I tend to have that effect on people," The pad of his thumb was smooth against my parted lips. He kept brushing it back and forth, back and forth- I went to bite him. "Fucking- Bloody hell!" He pulled his hand away just in time, securing it in a pissed off grip around my jaw again. My glare became seething, yet still, I remained silent. "Didn't realize I was talking to a fucking Piranha," Draco huffed. I tried to ignore the aching feeling that came from the sensation of his hand still up my thigh, and instead began shooting out my insults. "Why the fuck would I want to do anything with you?" The only response I earned was a cocked eyebrow. So arrogant. "You- you're a pervert!" Draco didn't miss a beat. "And you're a fucking Mudblood slut." His smirk widened. "Aren't we just the pair?" My head began throbbing. "Fuck you." I intended to sound intimidating but you could practically hear me quivering -- buckling. "Fuck you. Fuck your little manipulation games. I'm not Astoria. Or Pansy. I'd rather open my legs to a chainsaw than to you." All this evoked from his stupid face, was a brief glimmer of amusement in his eye. This spark suddenly died - and then he was studying me. Thinking, deciding, calculating; and I was too busy ranting to pay much attention to what he could be plotting... "Fuck your petty, bullying threats. Fuck your stupid, stupid friends. Fuck your poxy little piece of Jewellery and fuck- oh god---!"

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Hermione straddles the Muggle and Magical worlds as a medical researcher and Healer about to make a big discovery. Draco is an Auror assigned to protect her from forces unknown - to both of their displeasure. Features hyper-competent, fiery Hermione and lazy, yet dangerous, Draco. Slow burn. - Please note that I am not the original author of this story, @isthisselfcare is. That being said, I am only reposting this story on Wattpad, as some people dislike reading it on it's original platform AO3. All credits go to J.K. Rowling for writing the Harry Potter series, and @isthisselfcare for writing this fanfiction based off the characters in said series. Covert art: @da.a_art on Instagram Original link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34500952

Juliette Blackwell knows exactly what is expected of her. Draco Malfoy does too. Their families have been enemies for years, bound together by old money, broken alliances, public smiles and private resentment. As their final year at Hogwarts begins, the castle becomes a battlefield once again. Titles are up for grabs, alliances begin to shift and neither of them is willing to lose. But someone else is watching. For years, an anonymous voice has haunted Hogwarts, exposing secrets that were never meant to come to light. But beneath the rivalry lies something far more dangerous: a truth buried within their families' past. And only two enemies can uncover it. - Enemies to lovers - Slow burn - Forced proximity - Childhood friends - High society - Mystery - Spice Do NOT copy, repost, or translate my work without my permission.

Six long years after the Battle of Hogwarts, war and bloodshed rages on and widowed Hermione Granger is practically the Order's personal martyr. The head soldier and spy, her days consist of nonstop trials of taking down Voldemort's army and going on secret missions to uncover secrets to ending the war once and for all. When her mission fails and she meets Reaper, Voldemort's right hand man, she learns just how far she is willing to go for the cause. Especially when he bears an uncanny resemblance to her dead husband, Draco Malfoy.

❝𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐫𝐞❞ Alice Webster is perfectly content with the life she has, and she was happy to be attending Ilvenmory school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school where the best witches and wizards from all over North America come to learn magic. With almost perfect grades and a knack for Charms and Herbology; she was turning the heads of all her teachers. Everything was going great in the life of Alice Webster That is, until her parents break the news to her. She has to move schools. Her parents both received jobs in the Ministry of Magic; in London. Alice is not happy about this. Switching school half way through her schooling career? Moving to a new continent? Meeting a whole new group of people? This did not bode well with Alice at all. From what her Parents (Hogwarts Alumni's) told her, there were four houses; much like Ilvenmory. Alice was not looking forward to getting sorted once again; and receiving a whole new identity. Little did she know, her life at Hogwarts was going to be filled with much more excitement than the life she had at Ilvenmory; especially when she meets Draco Malfoy. (All chapters with a ☾ symbol have been edited. Please comment if you see an error, I really appreciate it!) (I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS EXCEPT MY OWN CHARACTERS. ALL RIGHTS GO TO J. K. ROWLING) COMPLETED: OCT. 28 2018 Rankings: #1 in Draco (Dec. 17 2018) #1 in Deatheaters (Dec. 3 2018) #1 in Potter (Feb 19 2019)

Two kids. One from a family of blood traitors, the other from a family of blood supremacist. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Vinnie Weasley had lived her life not knowing who her real parents is. Not knowing who she truly belong to, Whom she's got her traits and features from. But one this was certain for her. She belong to him. Him - Draco Malfoy

The war is over. The castle is quiet. And the girl who once saved the world with biscuits has to learn how to live in it. Faye Scamander is no longer fighting to survive - she is learning how to stay. With her grief. With her kindness. With the love she never expected to keep. Draco Malfoy has spent his life becoming what the world demanded. Now, for the first time, he is choosing who he wants to be. This is not a story about battles or heroes. It is about mornings after. About healing that comes slowly. About love that is careful, chosen, and brave in a quieter way. Because the hardest part of saving the world is deciding what to do once it's safe.

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming