Our world was so full of stereotypes; judgement being passed without concrete evidence. I lived my life right smacked in the middle of stereotypes. Every day, every breath was judgement. When I was born, I was judged to be a handful. When I was six, I was judged to be an outcast. When I was eleven, I was judged for being sorted into Slytherin. I lived every day and every waking moment in the midst of judgement. You couldn't be too rude, or too nice. Not too doubtful, yet not too trusting. This story has been written the day I first entered this world. It is still being written. I am Aria Weasley, and this is my story.

" If you knew, knew what the blue bird sang at you, you would never sing along " Davis Anne Nine is entering her sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry alongside her three best friends: Hannah Abbott, Ernest Macmillan, and Zacharias Smith. Muggle-born, she's very bright and absolutely adores Fall Out Boy. But there's something, or rather someone, this year that will capture more than simply her admiration: Draco Malfoy. [ Half Blood Prince --- Deathly Hallows ] •All rights to J. K. Rowling except Davis, her family, and her plot line• •I do not own any of the attached videos• Published : July 15th, 2015 Completed : September 18th, 2016

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"Why do you love that ring so much?" "Because it was given by her," He said, tears were now flowing through his eyes. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒓. 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 draco malfoy x reader *** DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, all credits go to the author herself, J.K Rowling. In this book, I changed a lot of things. So, if you're wondering why the scenes aren't like in the book or movie, might I remind you that I changed it. That's all, hope you had a good day xx

You were a Potter. You grew up with Harry, your twin brother, in the same dreadful situation. You had the same lightning bolt scar, but on your neck. And you had the same blood, or so you thought. When you entered Hogwarts and were sorted into Slytherin house, your world fell apart. You found out you weren't like your parents, and were a disgrace to your family name. Then a blonde haired boy, who had seemed to hate you for your half blood statues, helped you through the transition. "But you hate Half bloods." You sniffled. "Well apparently not all of them." You looked up at the warm smile he gave you and accepted his hand standing up. "Thank you Malfoy." "Anytime, Potter." WARNING! •if you skip sections you might get confused •this is just as much a Harry Potter fanfic as it is a Malfoy •you will see the Malfoy relations get more tense as the story goes, don't get anxious!

Draco Malfoy x Reader ••• (Y/n) Sprout has never had an easy life. From being adopted by the head of the Hufflepuff house to being continually trained to become what Pomona Sprout wants her to be, her life has been nothing short of complicated. Even more so when she comes face to face with the sorting hat. She knows what house is expected, or rather demanded, of her to receive. She has strict orders to follow her adoptive grandmother's footsteps. So that's exactly what she does. She coaxes herself into the Hufflepuff house just like she's supposed to. Easy enough task for a Slytherin like her. Her first few years at Hogwarts go smoothly. No one suspects her of being a Slytherin. In fact, she acts like the perfect example of a Hufflepuff Princess, never showing any signs that she isn't. It seems that she may be able to fake her way through Hogwarts after all. That is, until a certain pale skinned boy discovers the truth. She feels as if her world is jolting to a halt when the Slytherin Prince himself, Draco Malfoy, finds out about her little secret. But that's before Draco strikes a deal with the young witch. As long as she does everything he says, acts as his willful servant, he won't expose her to all of Hogwarts. It sounds simple enough. But when things other than simple secrets begin to emerge, like feelings and a dark past, the deal becomes a little more difficult.