AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

AFTER DARK- Lucius Malfoy x Reader

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Nov 2, 2023
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Fanfic
Wizarding World: Harry Potter
WARNING: SLOW BURN-builds slowly so if your not into that this may not be for you!! Some smut;) You have decided to live with the Malfoy family for your last year of Hogwarts, as a compromise to living in your own home, after a devastating discovery about your mother's death. Your family tree is filled with death eaters and connections to the dark side. It seems you cannot run from your fate. On top of thIs, you find yourself drawn to your friend's father who was a well known death eater. What secrets does he have and does he know of your own betrayals? How do you discern good from evil? You're playing a dangerous game. As they say, keep your enemies closer. Xx PSA: Y/N IS OVER 18!! Additionally, if a guy every treats you like this in real life 🏃‍♀️ run. Lastly, the characters are supposed to be morally gray, so I'm not condoning their behaviors/actions.
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The Malfoy's daughter is unappreciated and sent away as much as possible. She spent lots of time with her aunt Bellatrix, but not even Bellatrix likes her. But one day something happens that... how shall I say it? Puts her Above Them All ............................................................. "IM NOT TALKING TO YOU!" "F*CK OFF!" "I'm not in the mood!" "God, you're worse than I am!" Every day, every hour, I'm reminded that I'm a mistake. I should've never been born. I walk outside and stare at the moon. A voice was behind. "Misunderstood? Unappreciated? Just like I was? Join me," a white hand reaches out to mine. I look up. Time Riddle. Or more known as Voldemort. Should I take his hand?

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