in which a dark and little bit twisted malfoy sister finds herself staring at a very beautiful blonde witch. violetta malfoy has never been in love but then she met fleur delacour, and weird and unfamiliar feelings enter her mind and heart, taking her by surprise. fem!oc x fleur delacour

Note: this story is NOT MINE, im not the author, it was originaly written and posted in ao3 by: @loverboi Can we talk?" Mike asks. "I actually don't think we have anything to talk about," Will needs to shut this down and he needs to shut it down, now. He stands up, mindlessly rummaging through one of his boxes. Maybe Mike would catch the way too obvious hint that Will would rather do anything, but talk with him. "Okay," Mike slowly shuffles his way into Will's room. Oh, Jesus, no. "Let me rephrase that. We're going to talk, Will." And with that, Mike shuts his door and locks it. Will could feel his eyes going wide, his heartbeat quickening. Okay, so Mike hadn't caught the hint. How the hell does he get out of this?