imperius | draco malfoy
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  • Reads 250
  • Votes 19
  • Parts 7
  • Time 51m
Ongoing, First published Oct 06, 2019
As she pressed her lips against his, Callisto knew she was sealing her fate. The slightest touch of his lips against hers drew all the breath out of her, leaving the normally loud girl completely and utterly speechless. 

"I'm sorry," she whispered against her lips. 

The blond boy opened his eyes and stared into the eyes of the only girl who had ever made his heart race. She stared back at him as if he had hung the moon. She stared at him as if he had put her under the imperius curse, holding her at his mercy as she waited for instructions. 

"I'm not."

- 

An undelivered letter. 

A year of shame. 

Callisto Harper's journey at Hogwarts did not begin all that great but she is determined to prove she deserves her place at the Wizarding school. Her friendship with three Gryffindors hurls her into a world of drama, chaos and danger but nothing can prepare her for a certain blond Slytherin boy.
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47 parts Complete Mature

Ana gasped for air, hyperventilating. "He-he..." Ana started. But her vision blurred as the memory of Draco's face flashed in her mind, horror stricken, as terrified and destroyed as she had ever seen him. "What?" Harry asked gently, taking Ana's clenched fist in his hand. Ana felt the cold silver of Draco's ring press against her pointer finger and sobbed again, gasping loudly. "He-he thinks I'm dead!" Ana erupted, silent sobs wracking her again. She buried her face into the couch to silence her cries. "Who?" Hermione asked, confused. Ana was scared for a second to say his name. She knew that if she did, she'd start screaming again. But she was just able to say the word through her sobs. "Draco." . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .