"Must be tough, everyone loves you, don't they? So goddamn perfect. They don't see it but I do, Potter. I can see straight through you." "And what do you see, Malfoy?" "That you're a mess, aren't you?" She stared at him, rivalling his own expressionless mask. "You're the first person to say that to me." "Well of course," he swung a leg, pacing around her lazily. "Everyone is too busy seeing the hero, but when you hate someone enough, you see their flaws, their weaknesses." Her mask fell and she smiled to herself. "So you hate me?" She said, playfully. "Of course, isn't that what we do, hate each other?" The smile grew enough for dimples to appear. "I guess so." "So yes, I hate you." "I hate you too," she smiled. Draco couldn't help it, his lips tugged slightly at the corners while laughter stayed restrained in his glimmering eyes. "Good, I'm glad that's established," Draco announced. "We hate each other." --------------------------- A miserable childhood of neglect, Harper Potter needed someone to teach her the ability to love in order to overcome the darkest wizard of all time. She just wasn't expecting that someone to be the guy who taunted her every quidditch match. Featuring. Female Harry x Draco

Platinum Blonde hair, aristocratic features, cold hands gripping her thighs, sweet nothings, vulgar words and moonlit eyes showing how badly he would be damned for her. Annalise wanted all of it. She never wanted anything this bad. She never asked for anything than to wake up with him every morning. She never expected to fall for her nemesis. She never expected to fall for someone who's afraid of falling. She never expected to fall for a boy with traumas. She never expected to fall for the boy who had hurt her. She never expected to fall for her roommate. But she did. And now it's fucking her up. ◆ Warning: Matured Content, suitable for readers above the age of 17. It includes harassment and vulgar use of words, I suggest you read it at your own risk.

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲. Draco Malfoy fanfiction. 18+ #Darkestdesires#smut

Sunday Louise Kincaid never belonged at Hogwarts. Not really. The only daughter of a Kentucky folk-witch and an American soldier stationed in England, Sunday grew up with holler charms, Bible hymns turned to spells, and the drawl of mountain songs in her bones. When her letter arrived on her eleventh birthday, she stepped into a castle of stone and shadows that was never built for a girl like her-an Appalachian witch with dirt under her fingernails and coal in her pocket. For six years she kept her head down. A Hufflepuff with sharp eyes and sharper instincts, Sunday avoided trouble, avoided gossip, avoided Draco Malfoy most of all. Not because she hated him-no, that would have been easy-but because she had always seen something behind his polished sneer. Something dangerous. Something broken. Something she wasn't supposed to touch. Now it's their seventh year. Voldemort has risen. The Carrows rule the school. The halls echo with screams and silence. And Sunday can't avoid Draco Malfoy anymore. He's not the boy she remembers. He's thinner. Paler. His silver eyes hollow, his hands shaking as if carrying a weight too heavy for seventeen. He's marked now-Death Eater-and everyone knows which side he stands on. But when Sunday looks at him, really looks, she sees the truth: he's unraveling. What begins as stolen glances in the library grows into whispered words in the dark. What begins as silence grows into something that feels like salvation. But salvation is dangerous. Forbidden. Impossible. As war bleeds into the walls of Hogwarts, the two of them are pulled into a secret tether of desperation and want. Every step closer is a risk. Every kiss is betrayal. When the final battle comes, Sunday will stand and fight. And Draco will face the question that has haunted him all year: When the smoke clears, will he walk back to the parents who beckon him- or toward the girl who taught him there's more than ashes waiting at the end of the world?

She was everything Draco Malfoy wasn't meant to want - a brilliant Ravenclaw with soft eyes, a gentle voice, and a mind sharper than any spell he knew. He told himself he hated her. He told everyone else the same. But hatred shouldn't feel like this - a burning twist in his stomach when she laughed with other boys, a violent urge to keep her close, protect her, claim her. Aurelia Vale never expected her final years at Hogwarts to be anything but quiet. After a heartbreak that still stung, the last thing she needed was Draco Malfoy's cold stare or his cruel smirk. Yet the more they clashed, the more something unspoken sparked between them - something fierce, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. A slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers Draco Malfoy romance full of jealousy, obsession, Quidditch, lingering touches, sharp words, stolen glances and the kind of love that terrifies even a Slytherin.

❛And do you know what's the stupidest thing about this?❜ said Draco and made an aggressive step towards me. ❛That after all this,❜ he grasped my forearm violently and made me backstep in fear. ❛After all this trouble,❜ he said and pushed me against the wall despite my tries to get away. ❛After all these fights,❜ he closed up and stuck his body on mine, putting his hand on my neck almost painfully. ❛I still want you so badly, it hurts,❜ he said and looked at me with both anger and lust and passion. ❛God, I want you so much and I want to kill you at the same time. You stupid, little girl, I fucking love you.❜ Despite being Voldemort's daughter, Dumbledore's goddaughter and destined to lead, Annalise Riddle was born in a world ordinary and plain. Thrown into a life full of magic and wonders, she stumbles upon her fate. This is not just a love story. This is a story of self-sacrifice and being brave enough to seek your destiny. ❛The Lost Daughter is now born. Lady she is meant to be and Lady she will be, and a Dark Lord's daughter. Beware, for only she knows the key to his collapse. Long may she reign and retribution shall be ours.❜ *Highest Rank: #2 in fanfiction and #1 in draco* If you like this story, I am sure you would also like its prequel. Go to my profile and add Anne's mother's story ('Retribution Shall Be Ours') to your reading lists!

'..."I want to hear you beg my name". "Draco" She breathes in complete ecstasy. "Good girl" I murmur bending her over.' Two purebloods, two Slytherins, no more than acquaintances. A game of dares, of risks and nightmares. -Dare *Disclaimers:* - Draco and Maeve are in their 7th year. This is due to the maturity of the content. - I had to adjust some events in the original timeline, but always followed precise dates from 1996/7. - Almost all the places mentioned in this story actually exists. While writing Chapter 29, I have spent an entire weekend walking in Holland Park, trying to find the perfect home for Maeve. I wanted everything to feel as real as possible. - The characters mentioned in this story belong to J.K. Rowling and I take no credit or acknowledgement for the ones whom are constructed by J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.

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

In which the sun polar the moon and chaos parts in the midst of it. "Are you my sweet witch or Nott's pretty girl, Clarke?" Draco grinned as she bucked her hips, inching herself closer on his lap. Isla smiled, provokingly and she brushed her lips against his, holding her stare in Theodore's from across the room. Leaning in as she whispered, "Both." ____ A Theodore Nott & Draco Malfoy fanfiction with a bunch of messy plots. Trigger warnings. This book contains mature content such as sexual scenes, sometimes heavy and violent sexual scenes, violent actions, toxicity, alcohol, the use of nicotine, and foul language. All the characters in this book are over the age of 18. ____ I do own Isla Grace Clarke, Mila Walker, Leo, and Ava Green, along with the plots created by me, but other than that, I do not own any of the characters/events in this book. All credits go to J.K Rowling.

Draco is a single dad trying to raise a teenager on his own. When he notices his son's newfound interest in girls, he takes it upon himself to give him some fatherly advice. Little does he know that his son's crush is none other than his own childhood nemesis, who has taken up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor at Hogwarts. Draco tries to juggle awkward situations, parenthood, and his own budding interest in Hermione Granger. *Part 1 of "This Is Everything" series. *Finalist for "After All This Time?" Spring 2017 Dramione Fanfiction Awards for "Best Fluffy/Humor Fic"