"You sent me this, didn't you?"
"Absolutely not. And if you had the intelligence of a pile of hippogriff shit, you'd know that."
Scorpius raised a perfectly arched brow. "Then why is it signed with your name?"
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Sixteen-year-old Lily Luna Potter is NOT enjoying her fifth year. She's got a lot to deal with: OWLs, two criminally insane elder brothers, a nonexistent love life, cousins who can't keep out of her business, and her father as the newly-instated Hogwarts Headmaster. Not to MENTION the Triwizard Tournament, which this year is going overseas to the American wizarding school of Ilvermorny.
And then there's Scorpius Malfoy, the Slytherin Head Boy, whose greatest joy for the past four years has been making Lily's life miserable.
So when someone's idea of a joke involves sending Scorpius a love letter, signed by Lily, she decides she must be the most unlucky girl in the known universe.
She doesn't know what to do. Because obviously, she would NEVER write "Love you" to such a repugnant, obnoxious human being as Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy.
Only- what if, just to make matters worse-
What if it starts to become true?
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From the desk of Lily Richards, five years after its original release, comes a completely revamped version of "I Love You, Lily." You'll see familiar faces- Faith, Jake, Alex, and Gabrielle are all back, as are some of the funniest scenes!
Have fun!
BOOK #3
He's like a storm-unpredictable and dangerous.
I knew he was a sick bastard when he smiled after I hit him the first time.
Annoying and obsessive, that's what he is.
I sensed it early on, but I didn't realize just how deep it ran until his obsession latched onto me.
Until I became the center of his world. Until he started flashing that smug, crooked smile my way.
But we can't... we're not supposed to be together.
We're polar opposites-existing in the same world, but never meant to collide.
Yet, he's ready to tear down everything for me.
But it's not that simple. My brothers are monsters. They'll kill him.
And still, he doesn't care.
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Glasses perched on his nose, calm and collected.
Exactly my type.
I knew he was meant to be mine the moment our eyes locked, that intense gaze pulling me in.
And I'll have him, no matter what it takes-by any means necessary, even if it costs me everything. I want to hold him in my arms, kiss him until neither of us can breathe.
But why is it so hard? Why does the world push back so fiercely when it comes to him and me?
I want him. And I will have him.