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⚔︎ • 𝐎𝐟 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 •

{𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄} ─ .𖥔 ݁ When a Gryffindor versus Slytherin Quidditch match goes so spectacularly wrong that the professors decide therapy is the only sensible solution, what could possibly follow? Forced proximity, naturally. Because surely cramming a collection of stubborn idiots into one stifling room will resolve years of mutual hostility. What could go wrong? ݁ ݂ Well, you might not have to entertain the thought if it weren’t for Malfoy’s remarkably unrestrained mouth. One ill-advised remark later, and suddenly, everyone is condemned to group therapy in the name of mending the houses’ disastrous little relationship. ݁ ݂ Now, beneath the soft, almost heavenly pretence of academic discipline, a rather less angelic question lingers: will any of this actually work? Or will the room descend into another catastrophe before anyone can make meaningful progress? ݁ ݂ And, perhaps most horrifying of all, what could possibly be more infuriating than discovering that, beneath all that red and gold, you actually relate to a Gryffindor? ೀ

𖥠 • 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬﹗•

{𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄} ─ .𖥔 ݁ 𝓣he summer before senior year was supposed to be unforgettable. Sun-soaked days, late-night adventures, and enough fun to make the upcoming school year feel a million miles away. It was supposed to be 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 summer. ݁ ݂ Then your little brother, Anthony, decided that the great outdoors had more to offer than sitting around the house with Mom and Dad. Apparently, four walls and parental supervision were a fate worse than death. And just like that, your summer plans went straight down the drain. Because when your little brother decides to trade the comforts of home for the wilderness, guess who gets volunteered to keep an eye on him? That’s right. You. His older sister, now officially a camp counselor and unofficially Anthony’s personal babysitter. So much for a carefree summer. ݁ ݂ You figured it would be a few weeks of bug bites, questionable cafeteria food, and teenagers making spectacularly bad decisions. What you 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣’𝙩 figure on was old relationships crawling back out of the woodwork, secrets bubbling to the surface, and unexpected friendships that might actually make the whole ordeal worthwhile. No, you certainly hadn’t planned on any of that. And you sure as hell hadn’t planned on the bloodshed. ೀ

༉ • 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐂𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 •

{𝐄.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓗e belongs on the wrong side of the cafeteria. She belongs on the homecoming court. Naturally, things were bound to become a little complicated. After all, Dustin Henderson’s older sister is all pep rallies, pretty smiles, and perfectly arranged ponytails. Eddie Munson is all cigarette smoke, heavy metal, and an impressive collection of detention slips. Or so one might think. ݁ ݂ When Dustin decides it’s high time his second older best friend finally meets his sister, he hardly anticipates that she might become the girl of Eddie’s dreams. Then again, neither does Eddie, who is considerably less prepared for the prospect than he’d care to admit. ݁ ݂ Caught somewhere between social expectations, familial complications, and the rather inconvenient business of falling for someone entirely out of his league, Eddie Munson is in for a very long year. Or perhaps an eternity. ⋆˚ ᜔°

⌑ • 𝐗𝐎𝐗𝐎ˏ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭 •

{𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄} ─ .𖥔 ݁ 𝓨our final year at Hogwarts was supposed to bring a little peace, a gentle reprieve before the world beyond its ancient walls came calling. Instead, within a single month of the school year, it had become the one thing capable of unsettling you in ways nothing else ever had. A gossip column: The Cauldron Chronicles. ݁ ݂ No one knew who penned its pages, nor how its author uncovered such intimate truths, from romance and lust to family secrets and crimes best left undisturbed. Yet everyone knew the column was a force to be reckoned with. No one dared investigate, and perhaps that was for the best. After all, not a single soul had ever proved entirely beyond its reach. Its words travelled softly, its revelations lingered, and its victims were left to wonder how much of themselves remained truly hidden. ݁ ݂ But what, you wondered, would happen when the day finally came that The Cauldron Chronicles turned its attention to you? ೀ

ღ • 𝐈𝐫𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓓raco Malfoy: a reformed Death Eater, devoted family man, and impending widower, locked in a perilous dance with a tenacious journalist from 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙝𝙚𝙩. ݁ ݂ She is, for all intents and purposes, a single mother, struggling to provide for her sister and niece, her words serving as the fragile lifeline that keeps them afloat. ݁ ݂ Yet within the guarded partnership they have forged, a forbidden spark flickers to life like a flame daring the storm—shadowed by regret and burdened beneath the crushing weight of long-buried secrets, each threatening to unravel everything they have fought to protect. ゛༝.

❦ • 𝐖𝐞 𝐀𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐔𝐩 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓢tanding on opposing sides of the Second Wizarding War, you and Draco Malfoy find yourselves uncertain of whether your relationship will survive—or whether either of you will. ݁ ݂ Amid the constant arguments, unspoken fears, and desperate attempts to protect one another, neither of you seems capable of finding a middle ground. Love remains, certainly, but so do the loyalties that threaten to undo you. You refuse to abandon your position as a double agent, unwilling to surrender the morals you have held so dearly. And he refuses to abandon his cowardice, clinging desperately to the safety of the life he knows. ݁ ݂ Neither of you is willing to yield. ݁ ݂ And perhaps that is what makes losing one another seem so terribly inevitable. ゛༝.

⚯ ͛ • 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 •

{𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄} ─ .𖥔 ݁ 𝓦orlds collide and implode into chaos when you convince your sisters to help your friends with their disastrous production of the Muggle 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙅𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙩. ݁ ݂ Now, you can no longer tell who wants to kiss whom, who wants to kill whom, or whether you are even alive—or have simply wandered, by some theatrical misfortune, straight into hell. ೀ

⏾ • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓗alloween arrives, bringing with it the thinnest veil between the living and the dead, and, naturally, chooses the very moment you are already struggling to deliver yet another cruel little blow. ݁ ݂ As though being adopted and abandoned by your own bloodline were not enough, you are now faced with the unsettling possibility that your blood may have been the very thing responsible for the disturbances plaguing you and your friends at Ilvermorny. ݁ ݂ And now, to set matters right, you, America’s chosen one, may have little choice but to join forces with the very people you despise most. ゛༝. ﹙𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧﹚

⌛︎ • 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓐 mystery lingers within the heart of Escoffier Manor. ݁ ݂ Your parents vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but a cryptic note hinting at a long-buried ordeal untouched by the First Wizarding War. ݁ ݂ As an Auror, you and your partner—and childhood friend—Draco Malfoy exhausted every lawful path the investigation could offer, until the law itself became a cage too narrow to endure. After two relentless weeks, every road led to the only solution your unraveling mind could grasp: time travel. ݁ ݂ Now, with Draco dragged unwillingly beside you, you stand at the threshold of the past. Will you uncover the truth hidden beneath the years, or become another ghost swallowed by time’s relentless current? ゛༝.

✤ • 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓦hen your friend group and your sisters’ circles have drifted so far apart that only hostility remains, you know something is deeply unnatural. ݁ ݂ But what happens when that divide grows stranger still? What happens when you begin to glimpse the hidden lives—and suffering—of your cruel sisters’ friends, their pain surfacing like cracks beneath polished stone? ݁ ݂ You do not know the answer. Yet discovering that your sister Astoria’s soon-to-be ex-boyfriend may be a Death Eater raises an unsettling question: can opposing forces truly collide? And if they do, what becomes of me and those I have long despised? ゛༝.

५ • 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝓔 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ .𖥔 ݁ ᜔ 𝓑eneath London’s rain-slicked streets, smoky jazz clubs, and impeccably tailored façades, secrets have a rather unfortunate habit of coming to light. ݁ ݂ When a succession of peculiar murders and impossible disappearances draws the Ministry’s attention to a scandal long buried in magical history, the newly established Special Affairs Division finds itself entrusted with matters best left undisturbed. ݁ ݂ Among its investigators are an exceptionally perceptive young woman with little patience for prejudice and Draco Malfoy, an aristocratic detective with impeccable manners and a thoroughly insufferable disposition. Bound by professional obligation, conflicting methods, and an increasingly inconvenient rivalry, the two must navigate political corruption, altered memories, clandestine dealings, and the occasional murder. ݁ ݂ But in a society where reputation is currency, loyalty is negotiable, and even history can be rewritten, the most dangerous secrets are rarely those buried in Ministry archives. ݁ ݂ And naturally, someone is watching. Someone who knows rather more than they ought to. ೀ

۶ৎ • 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐰 •

{𝐇.𝐆.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓣he morning’s cauldron song yielded a reluctant truth: Hermione’s senses were haunted by your scent, lingering within every swirl of Amortentia like a spell that refused to fade. ݁ ݂ The project, the memories, and the fragrance had become threads of the same tapestry, so intricately entwined that no incantation could unravel them or conjure them away. ⋆˚ ᜔°

☀︎︎ • 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐝 𝐁𝐮𝐳𝐳 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓖ossip, of course, always lingered just beyond your reach, no matter how fiercely your lot insisted otherwise. Of late, most of it had gathered in the Clock Tower Courtyard. ݁ ݂ On a spring afternoon such as this, nothing pricked the skin more sharply than the warmth, nor stung more keenly than a bee—save, perhaps, for your tongues, whose barbs were no less infamous. ⋆˚ ᜔°

༊ • 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐞𝐢𝐥 •

{𝐎.𝐂.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓣he Premio Aurora was never bestowed lightly. ݁ ݂ Yet the thought that you might one day stand among its contestants, with the possibility of claiming such a coveted prize, was something you had scarcely dared imagine. Even less had you imagined that your childhood best friend, Cher, would be so far ahead in the pursuit of it. The whole affair seemed almost too absurd to comprehend. ݁ ݂ But not anymore. ݁ ݂ Now, reunited with Cher, you found yourself caught between the quiet familiarity of her presence and the mounting pressure settling upon shoulders that had otherwise remained perfectly straight. It was an unfamiliar sort of unraveling, a peculiar madness that crept beneath your skin, leaving you unable to distinguish the source of your own unrest. ݁ ݂ Was it the weight of having her beside you again, after all this time, or was it simply the prospect of winning that prize? ゛༝. ─ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐧 ﹙𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟎﹚

𝄡 • 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓣hirty-two years have passed since you first met Draco Malfoy. ݁ ݂ In that time, you have gone from friends, to enemies, to acquaintances, to strangers. ݁ ݂ And in those years, so much has happened. Your Unbreakable Vow—sworn never to grow too close to Draco. A marriage. A son. A death. A gala? ݁ ݂ At this point, you could hardly keep track, drowning beneath the weight of your familial responsibilities and endeavours. You scarcely ever had the chance to say a word to him. You have not spoken to him since Hogwarts. ݁ ݂ And yet, somewhere beneath all the years of silence, something within you is quietly insisting that this must change. What is this feeling? ゛༝.

᱖ • 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 •

{𝐇.𝐆.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓦hen a Potions project draws opposites into one another’s orbit, quiet chaos ripples through Hogwarts. Crossing boundaries once deemed untouchable proves far less torturous—and far more disorienting—than anyone expected. ݁ ݂ What begins as an academic obligation slowly unfurls into something far stranger: friendships, fascinations, and dangerous curiosities that linger like embers no one can quite name. ݁ ݂ House rivalries are no longer divided by status, history, or intellect, but by hesitation itself—the fragile gulf between those who were never meant to understand one another so completely, yet somehow do. ⋆˚ ᜔°

⛃ • 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲 •

{𝐇.𝐆.} ─ .𖥔 ݁ 𝓝ever has Hogwarts felt so taut with anticipation. ݁ ݂ With a new year comes a hard-won measure of confidence and trust from Headmaster Albus Dumbledore—and, with it, greater stakes than ever before. Throughout the year, categorical trophies will be awarded alongside House Points, and whichever House claims the greatest tally will seize the House Cup. There could scarcely be a more fitting moment for the simmering, razor-edged rivalry between you and Hermione Granger—fraught with tension and threaded with reluctant flirtation—to finally unravel into something neither of you can restrain, like a spell held too long before its inevitable release. ݁ ݂ It is all or nothing. To those who refuse to lose, it may as well be the narrow divide between triumph and ruin—life or death. ೀ

𖧷 • 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝓔 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓡ivalry had taken root in childhood, its tangled vines winding ever deeper with the passing years. ݁ ݂ You had never imagined it would take this long to reach someone else, nor that the price of your selfishness would prove so steep—a solitary evening confined to the library, where silence settled like dust upon forgotten shelves. ݁ ݂ You must either reconcile what had been broken or surrender yourself to the page and write. ゛༝.

𓋜 • 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 •

{𝐇.𝐆.} ─ .𖥔 ݁ 𝓐 global phenomenon: loneliness. Or so it seems—until a library card alters everything in the span of a heartbeat. ݁ ݂ When the depressingly unpopular book you’ve been reading in secret suddenly vanishes from the shelves, you’re left with no idea what to do. ݁ ݂ Rather than tell or question anyone, you wait for it to return. You wait to leave a note inside its library card for whoever dared borrow it—only for those quiet exchanges to kindle an unlikely friendship with the very person you’re meant to avoid above all others: Hermione Jean Granger. ݁ ݂ It’s all harmless fun until she decides to bump into you in the library, blissfully unaware you’re her anonymous pen pal, and you invite her to spend a day at the Three Broomsticks. ݁ ݂ Oh no. Now what? Do you reveal your identity? Search for the reason she keeps writing back, studying her like an unsolved riddle? Or do you risk going at all? ೀ

△⃒⃘• 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧ˊ𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 •

{𝐇.𝐆.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓨ears passed… and all rivalry between you and the Mudblood with whom you seemed to be imperceptibly obsessed had finally fallen silent. ݁ ݂ Because there was no time for it anymore. ݁ ݂ Since Potter’s group went on hiatus and, for reasons they refused to disclose to a single soul, you and some of the wizarding world had been trapped alongside your peers beneath Voldemort’s reign for two years. ݁ ݂ Of course, you had planned. You had always planned. ݁ ݂ But you never imagined the time for your redemption would come so soon. ゛༝.

დ • 𝐀𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐯𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓓raco and Astoria had turned the page into a graver chapter of their relationship: arguments. ݁ ݂ By every measure, they were a real couple now. It never would have become your concern had Draco not begun seeking your counsel whenever they quarreled. ݁ ݂ Yet the more time you spend at his side, the more your own intentions dissolve like ink in water, until even you can no longer discern where loyalty ends and longing begins. ݁ ݂ Now a choice lingers before you, quiet yet inescapable, like a shadow at dusk: friendship or courtship? ⋆˚ ᜔°

ꕤ • 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝓔 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝓘n the shadows, a secret quietly brewed: over the summer, Draco had been transformed into a Death Eater, returning to Hogwarts profoundly altered. ݁ ݂ Your friends sensed the shift; his enemies whispered their suspicions. Yet he remained oblivious to the doubts stirring within you, like a storm gathering beyond the horizon. ݁ ݂ Unbeknownst to him, you had already unraveled the truth, thread by thread, and now lingered in silence, waiting for the moment he would finally confess. ゛༝.

ᰄ • 𝐒𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ 𐙚⋆°. 𝓦ith the echoes of the Farewell Ball still lingering among your circle, new romances blossomed even as quiet conflicts took root. ݁ ݂ You and Draco remained steadfastly at one another’s side through it all, yet the rest of your friends had drifted into an uneasy distance—most notably his former love and your dearest friend, Astoria Greengrass. ݁ ݂ As for you and Draco, you had become… something nameless, suspended between certainty and longing, like stars caught between dusk and dawn. ݁ ݂ Together, you whiled away blistering yet beautiful afternoons in the secluded refuge of your manor, striving to unravel what lay between you while the rest of your friends slowly began to move on—a thought you could scarcely bear. ݁ ݂ More than anything, you longed to halt time’s quiet unraveling before it scattered you all like leaves before the wind. For that, however, you would need help. ⋆˚ ᜔°

♝ • 𝐏𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝓔 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ • ⟢ ⋮ 𝒯hrough opposing forces, you and Draco have forged an unlikely intimacy, the art of chess weaving an almost imperceptible enchantment through the fragile thread binding your connection. ݁ ݂ With every calculated move, the air grows heavier, laden with unspoken tension—a silent understanding known only to the two of you, lingering like the hush before a storm. ݁ ݂ The game becomes a secret language, its quiet cadence speaking far louder than words, each carefully placed piece a whispered confession concealed in plain sight. Only the two of you can decipher the hidden meaning behind every move, as though the board itself has become a map of truths neither dares to voice. ゛༝.

꒸ • 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 •

{𝐃.𝐌.} ─ .𖥔 ݁ ᜔𝓑oredom was your inheritance—a fiancé as unyielding as stone, a family name that settled upon your shoulders like lead, and the quiet torment of forbidden desire for your best friend’s boyfriend. ݁ ݂ The tension simmered beneath the surface, a fragile peace stretched as thin as spun glass. Then the listening ring slipped into your grasp, a wicked temptation glinting like a serpent’s promise. ݁ ݂ Before Quidditch, it found its way into Draco’s pocket—a sly gamble. Would the boasts traded in the locker room betray the truth buried in his heart, even while he loved Astoria? ೀ