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Vows of Venom

Story Summary — Vows of Venom An alliance forged in blood and politics binds you to Draco Malfoy, your most intolerable rival and now your legal husband. To the pureblood world, the Gaunt–Malfoy union is flawless — powerful, strategic, inevitable. Behind the doors of their shared manor, it is anything but. You live in separate wings. Speak only when necessary. And nurture a hatred years in the making — sharp, mutual, and very real. But the nights begin to fracture…

Read Receipts & Ruined Bloodlines

Hogwarts is still Hogwarts — ancient stone, moving staircases, Slytherin politics — but now everyone has phones, encrypted wizard messaging apps, secret group chats, and the castle Wi-Fi only works properly in the dungeons for some reason.

Salt water vows

The war is over. The alliances are rewritten. And pure-blood families are desperate to survive. So when the Ministry proposes a binding marriage contract between you and Draco Malfoy — two ancient families stitched together for political power — neither of you say yes. You simply don’t say no.

When the sun finds us

You and Draco Malfoy grew up like heirlooms kept in the same velvet-lined box. Malfoy Manor and your family estate were extensions of each other—long dinners where Narcissa brushed your hair back with almost-maternal fondness, Lucius correcting both of your posture with the same sharp glance, Severus Snape watching from the shadows with eyes too knowing to ever be warm. You and Draco learned how to walk the same corridors, speak the same careful words, and carry the same weight of legacy.

silver and smoke

Draco Malfoy has always believed Slytherin produces only two kinds of people: followers and rivals. You are neither. When a brewing assignment in Potions turns into an all-out academic war, the rivalry between you and Draco becomes the talk of the Slytherin common room—sharp words, sharper glares, and a tension neither of you are willing to name. Forced to work together for the rest of the term, competition turns into late nights in the dungeons, lingering touches over shared vials, and a dang

Serpents don’t touch

Eighth year. The war never happened, but the politics still simmer. Pure-blood families are quietly circling each other again. The Gaunts have reclaimed an old privilege — a private dormitory wing beneath the Slytherin quarters.