It was a quiet evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry Potter sat in the Gryffindor Common Room, staring at the crackling fire. He felt restless and slightly anxious, and he knew it had everything to do with a certain Slytherin. Draco Malfoy.
Ever since the war ended, Harry couldn't shake the feeling that something was different between him and Draco. It wasn't like they were best friends or anything, but they had certainly developed a certain level of understanding towards each other. They had saved each other's lives a few times, which was more than they could say about any other person in their respective houses.
Harry had felt a strange pull towards Draco, but he dismissed it as nothing more than simple curiosity. He couldn't possibly like Draco Malfoy, could he?
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Tangled in Love
FanfictionAfter the war, Harry and Draco start having a weird feeling that leads up to them securely dating.
