You were there that day, the Battle of Hogwarts. A year and a half ago today The Dark Lord was defeated and Harry Potter Won the Battle. While lives were lost, some were not. including those still dealing with the aftermath. Victims and prisoners of war healing alike. Aside from those not allowed to heal, Like Draco Malfoy. Who until you saved him from getting beaten to death in an alleyway, had given up on really healing.

Stella Blackwood, a pureblood witch who spent her life following traditions living by the rules of parents. Dating the hottest guy at Hogwarts, getting sorted into Slytherin, and having a closed circle of friends since first year. Everything seems to be falling into place for Stella, until Draco Malfoy offsets the balance in her life. {year 6 & 7} 18+ | slow burning | smut *this does not follow the original Harry Potter storyline*

Eleanor Selwyn and Draco Malfoy had three things in common: a high, pure-blood status, academic talents and Slytherin house. Other than that, they were complete opposites and hated each other. That was rather unfortunate, as the Selwyns and the Malfoys had been part of the same social circle for decades. They went to the same parties, visited the same shops and restaurants and visited each other far more than Eleanor would have liked. If it were up to their mothers, they'd already have been betrothed, but ever since birth, the two were like fire and ice. But what happens when ice gets too close to fire?

When Draco Malfoy stumbles across a Muggle, he has to rethink everything that he was brought up to believe in. ***WARNING!*** THIS BOOK CONTAINS VERY DARK THEMES AND MAY CAUSE UPSET. Trigger warnings: Themes of rape/sexual abuse and violence Mature language Sexual scenes **** Spanish translation by @-nixskyy

( "I fucking hate you," i gritted out towards Draco, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked me up and down. He stepped forward, and rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "I do." "You don't." "I do." I wish I'd never slept with him, I wish Harry never cheated on me. I wish I wasn't carrying Draco's child and I wish, I fucking wish that this was a horrible dream. I hate Draco Malfoy. ) Warning- Contains smut, Drugs, Cheating, Kinks, And it does include pregnancy. DO NOT read this if you don't like babies. Don't comment that they ruin everything.

"You want to know what I taste like?" I say, leaving my mouth slightly open. I can feel Malfoy's breath on my lips. He doesn't answer, but his breath hitches as he looks down. "You really want to know?" "Just do it," Malfoy barks. "So I can have some fucking peace." "I taste. . ." I start, leaning in. Malfoy closes his eyes, his brows furrowing, and I chuckle at the agony of it. ". . . Like dirt. Mud, even. And does the Slytherin Prince really want to get his lips dirty?" --- This fanfiction is cringey. *Draco MalfoyxOC* *Mature Content* *Messy Ass Plot* *Theodore Nott Supremacy*

Draco Malfoy was a rude selfcentered neckgrabbing heartbreaker, raised upon wealth and reputation. Alice Thornheart was a strongminded mischievous stubborn young lady, raised upon the same wealth and reputation. Children of the masked men, heirs of the dark kingdom. "Oh my sweet Alice, our world is an empire built upon darkness" "Then let me rebuild it with our love" .... This story is based upon the work of JK Rowling! *Triggerwarning; this story contains alcohol, smut, cursing, violence and other sensitive topics*

"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.)

"Why choose him?" He's a villain." My stare prevailed blank at the lies of the world. "A hero will sacrifice you for the world while the villain would sacrifice the world for you. That's why."

Ana gasped for air, hyperventilating. "He-he..." Ana started. But her vision blurred as the memory of Draco's face flashed in her mind, horror stricken, as terrified and destroyed as she had ever seen him. "What?" Harry asked gently, taking Ana's clenched fist in his hand. Ana felt the cold silver of Draco's ring press against her pointer finger and sobbed again, gasping loudly. "He-he thinks I'm dead!" Ana erupted, silent sobs wracking her again. She buried her face into the couch to silence her cries. "Who?" Hermione asked, confused. Ana was scared for a second to say his name. She knew that if she did, she'd start screaming again. But she was just able to say the word through her sobs. "Draco." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .