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𝟑 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬. ɪ ʟɪᴠᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴀ ꜱᴘᴇʟʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴍʏ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ʙᴜʀɪᴇᴅ. ᴀ ꜱɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ꜰᴇᴇʟꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱɪɴ. ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ɪ 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙 ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ꜰʀᴇᴇ. 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 good intentions still leave scars, And some truths are not meant to be spoken aloud. TOP RANKING TAGS 1# in whychoose 12/09/25 1# in softfantasy 1/28/26

One mistake is all it takes. Draco Malfoy was never supposed to touch her-let alone haunt her thoughts, threaten her silence, or make her crave what she fears most. Hermione knows what he is. She knows what he's capable of. Still, she keeps choosing him. In a Hogwarts on the brink of war, desire becomes leverage, secrecy becomes survival, and love curdles into obsession. Hello, hello. So I have a Spotify playlist of most of the songs I used to inspire me to write this fic. So if you like you can pop it on while you give this fic a read. Dive into the visuals of the fic. https://open.spotify.com/playlist/354uc2YrPLsao3wgHqxR9r?si=A0_n2p3KT-uOjihxu0ZbkA&pi=3OpK2PXvRoKa- The playlist name is Fickle is as fickle does( fanfic playlist) by Pleiades. happy reading.

Noah Reed has always been the good one. Golden boy of USNM's hockey team. The guy everyone trusts. The guy who never messes up-until one fight changes everything. Mila Keating doesn't have the luxury of mistakes. At eighteen, she's already a mother, already exhausted, already done pretending life is fair. Cold, guarded, and fiercely independent, she's built her world around survival-for herself and for her four-year-old daughter, Harper. When a scandal threatens Noah's future and Mila needs money to keep hers afloat, a fake relationship becomes the perfect solution. Strict rules. No feelings. No trust. But sharing a building means sharing space. Sharing space means crossing lines. And somewhere between late nights, bruised knuckles, and a little girl who steals Noah's heart far too easily, the lines blur. What starts as an arrangement turns into something neither of them planned. Something dangerous. Something real. Because the hardest thing about pretending to love someone is realizing you might not be pretending anymore.