Jones

Ginevra Weasley was never naturally gifted in the art of flirting (perhaps by calling it "the art of flirting"?). Usually, she is asked to go out and not the other way around, since before she could put her foot in her hands, her milkshake would bring all the boys to her backyard... Except Harry Potter, her brother's friend, a senior football star of the school that seemed immune to her adorable and disastrous charm. That is until fate - or Neville Longbottom - takes care of getting his phone number into your hands. [Short to NovemberHinny2021

Jones

"And I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine 'Cause you were never mine..." One-Shot | wolfstar

GazzaLadraNeuer Autor

In 1991, two Italian sisters arrive at Hogwarts to start a new life. Lucretia, a young History of Magic teacher, seeks to leave behind a past marked by Voldemort's rise. Her younger sister, Aurea, begins her first year in Slytherin, where she finds new friendships, rivalries, and the first challenges of a life that promises to be very different from the one she knew. Ancestral magic, family mysteries, romance, humor, and intrigue intertwine in a story that follows the Harry Potter universe through a predominantly Slytherin perspective. Because, on the other bank of the river, the story is the same. What changes is the point of view. (2005 fic rewritten in 2026!)

AlienEro

Após o Baile de Inverno, Harry Potter e Draconia Malfoy começaram um relacionamento que ninguém em Hogwarts poderia descobrir. Entre provocações, encontros escondidos e regras que vivem quebrando, a Sala Precisa se tornou o único lugar onde podem simplesmente ser Harry e Draconia. Mas depois de uma noite que deveria durar apenas mais cinco minutos , os dois acordam juntos, atrasados e perigosamente confortáveis demais um com o outro. Agora precisam recuperar a dignidade, organizar os uniformes e atravessar Hogwarts sem levantar suspeitas. O problema? Chegar juntos à aula de McGonagall pode ser mais arriscado do que qualquer duelo.

MLC Hoat

What if Draco Malfoy had been born a girl? Summer, 1996. Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban, the Dark Lord has moved into Malfoy Manor, and the family's heiress, who was supposed to be a son, has just been given the Dark Mark and a task: kill Albus Dumbledore before the school year is out. If she fails, her father will have nothing left to come home to. Draconia Malfoy is twenty. Her aunt Bellatrix taught her Occlumency by screaming at her, and there's one memory she hides even from the Dark Lord: at the Yule Ball, she dragged Harry Potter onto the dance floor and, for a few minutes, told him the truth. It ended badly. A year and a half later, Harry helped send her father to Azkaban. Now, in sixth year, Harry is sure she's become a Death Eater. He's right. And he can't stop following her. Half-Blood Prince, retold from both sides: enemies to lovers, a redemption that comes at a price, and a love that doesn't absolve. It forces a choice. (Genderswap AU. Everyone is four years older than in canon, so twenty in sixth year, and there's no romance before eighteen.) Dual POV: Harry and Draconia.

reynaf

Rosalinda Fox está no último ano em Hogwarts, dividida entre o sonho de se tornar curandeira, as amizades que tornam seus dias mais leves e um sentimento antigo que nunca conseguiu abandonar: sua paixão por Draco Malfoy. O problema é que o garoto que ela guarda na memória não parece ter muito em comum com o rapaz arrogante e cruel que ele se tornou. E, depois de um confronto que nenhum dos dois parece disposto a esquecer, Rosalinda descobre que despertar a atenção de um Malfoy pode ser muito mais perigoso do que continuar amando-o em silêncio... Afinal, seu pai trabalha para Lucius Malfoy há anos. Uma ligação que trouxe conforto à família Fox, mas que também a colocou em uma posição da qual talvez não seja tão fácil escapar. Entre lembranças da infância, sentimentos contraditórios e segredos que ameaçam ir além dos corredores de Hogwarts, Rosalinda precisará descobrir se o tempo transforma as pessoas (ou apenas revela quem elas sempre foram). Porque algumas histórias começam muito antes dos protagonistas se darem conta. E nem todo sentimento guardado está destinado a florescer.