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.

My lips were close to his, Inches, maybe millimetres away. One move from someone and they would connect. They would mold together like clay, or a puzzle piece clicking into place. One move. Who was going to make it? "I still hate you." I said staring down at his lips. "No you don't." He breathed out. And then it clicked. ~~~ #10 in friendgroup } 02.15.22 #7 in overthinking } 02.14.22

A Russian fugitive with power like no other. Though strong, powerful, and wickedly smart, secrets lie deep within her heart, mind, and soul, haunting her to this day. Those very secrets will chase her until they catch up to her. She may have thought that she left that life behind when she escaped Russia, but she will soon find that her past lingers just behind her, hiding in the shadows. A boy with veins as green as the serpents he has the power to speak to and a plan to become the darkest wizard of all time. Though handsome, charming, powerful, and annoyingly clever, he has a weakness. A weakness in the form of a petite Slavic girl with a talent for wagging her tongue and getting under his scaly skin. A weakness that he denies every moment and tries to be rid of every second. A match like this can result in only one thing. Pain.