Dark Arts and Dirty Hearts

Dark Arts and Dirty Hearts

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Welcome, darling reader - You've just stepped into a collection of whispered hexes, locked doors after curfew, and kisses that taste like forbidden spells. Here, the lines between right and wrong are blurred by candlelight... The classroom becomes the bedroom... And the ones you fear the most? They're the ones tying your wrists with silk and asking you to beg - in Latin. This is Dark Arts & Dirty Hearts - my personal vault of Hogwarts one-shots, where I let my fantasies slip straight through my quill and into your bloodstream. ⚠️ Expect: • Enemies-to-lovers tension that aches • Wandless magic & helpless moaning • Slow burn tension • Slytherin sarcasm, Gryffindor dominance, and a whole lot of detention. Feel free to scream, gasp, blush, or whisper "Merlin's beard" at any time. And don't forget to comment which scene made your soul levitate... or your knees buckle 😌 All my love, lust, and literary curses, -russiansessence 💋
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I know you are here for the SMUT. He said he didn't care. She said she hated him. So why can't they stop? Y/N never planned to fall into Draco Malfoy's bed-or into his twisted world of secrets, power plays, and unspoken desires. What started as a reckless game of dominance and surrender spirals into something far more dangerous: obsession. They don't talk about feelings. They barely talk at all. But each encounter leaves marks-on skin, on hearts, on everything they try to bury. Between cold silences and scorching nights, neither of them dares to say what they really want. Or admit how deeply they've already fallen. But desire is a dangerous thing. And love, even more so. Slow burn. Fast lust. Sharp tongues. Soft hearts. And a love that could ruin them both. This is not a love story. It's a story about what's left when love is too afraid to say its name.

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