Verônica Souza

"I had lost the will to live. Nothing excited me anymore, no one else aroused any kind of feeling in me. I became a simple body, which continued to stand day after day. And then I met her. On the contrary, she was clumsy, stubborn and had a bad habit of wanting to help everyone. And maybe that's why I started falling in love with her..." —----- -X-X---------- "Cold, rude and stubborn. I've never met a person like him. I wasn't the type of person to lose my temper quickly, but he I couldn't do this feat. I didn't know why, but even if he wanted to push me away, even if he showed how much he hated my presence, I wanted to stay close to him. I wanted to help him. I just didn't know that he was the one who would help."

Verônica Souza

" Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock... All I could hear was the clock. I couldn't pay attention to anything else. Maybe I sat there for an hour. In the bedroom. , stuck with just my thoughts. They weren't very good to be honest." A shortfic showing Ron's vision of meeting Rose's boyfriend in an Alternate Universe.

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.

MLCarneiro

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.

ANNA VESPERNew Author

Draco Malfoy had an excellent opinion of Harry Potter. Living with him was beginning to change that. With his Mayfair flat under renovation, staying with the famous swimmer had seemed like a sensible suggestion from his best friend, Hélène Blanche. Potter was disciplined, polite, and had inconveniently lovely green eyes. What Hélène hadn’t mentioned were the mugs, the overnight guests, and the irritating ease with which Harry made him laugh. Between afternoon teas, research that kept no office hours, and an Olympic qualifier, Draco was discovering that he might like Harry even better once he stopped seeming perfect.