𝐃.𝐌 𝐱 𝐇.𝐏 | "I can't change the past. I can't change who I am. I'm sorry you're hurting but I'm not sorry we were stuck together. I'm not sorry I kissed you." - Keep your enemies closer, they said. Never did Harry anticipate that claim would be taken so literal. He certainly knew that anything having to do with Draco Malfoy was already troubling in and of itself. Being bound to him, however, was a whole new level of demented.

hurt /noun/ physical or psychical injury synonyms: harm, pain, wounding, soreness, aching

James and Lily survived the night of October 31, 1981. How they survived was in the most unexpected way possible. Just read, hopefully you don't regret it.

The youngest doctor on staff is tasked with patching up a driver of a motorbike, after a head on collision. To his surprise, he knew the driver from school.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

[This book is under editing now & complete!] This book is going to be mainly Wolfstar! It will have mentions of ab*se of all kinds, *** out cussing, and heavy making out. I will put warnings before every chapter for anyone that could be triggered. They start in 1st year and go until 7th year (it will not be super detailed and there will be a lot of massive skips). This book will also have Jegulus but Regulus is only 1 year younger than James rather than 2 years. Disclaimer- None of these characters or Fanart is mine!!! The characters are J.K. Rowling's and I got all of the fanart from Pintrest. Also near the end of the book there will be Drarry 😁

A stormy sky, clouds and rain. As Harry looked, truly looked, into Draco's eyes he could begin to see a story playing out. A stormy day, a small cottage. Two people lived there alone. They absolutely loved the rainy days. The two people would just sit on their small couch and watch the rain fall against the window. They didn't mind the couch was small, they would just cuddle up to one another. Lovers. They must be lovers. The pitter patter of the rain and the soft grey tones running through the sky were calming. It rained almost everyday in those two people's version of paradise. .... AU where The Battle of Hogwarts happened in 6th year, and not as many people died This is a Drarry fic. Quick warnings: smut, suicidal actions or thoughts, abuse and talk of molestation. Just in case you don't read the description I put the warnings at the beginning of every chapter !There's no reason for me to write an extremely long description so enjoy the story!! And yes it is just a story I'm not asking you to imagine Daniel Radcliffe and Tom Felton, it's Draco and Harry. All Rights and credit to J.K. Rowling. These are her characters and settings I'm just using them to write my own little story !

After the Second Wizarding War, Malfoy found himself alienated from the majority of the school; his old friends just irritated him, all of Hogwarts' students (besides a few salty Slytherins) hated and feared him, and the school he'd once called home seemed to want him out. Draco felt more alone than he ever had... That is, until one Harry James Potter came to realise his supposed arch enemy's dejection and pitied him. The Chosen One couldn't help but reach out. A slow burn Drarry fanfiction. Character-driven, not plot-driven. TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying and isolation. Also alluding to depression and PTSD. PS. If you're here for the smut, it's the chapters with the Lenny Faces ;) PPS. I use way too many commas. If that bugs you, don't read. Cover by noodlerface on DeviantArt All characters (bar a few) belong to 🤢 JK R*wl*ng 🤢 and no copyright infringement is intended.

He's known since the beginning that whatever this is -- was -- between him and Malfoy was just purely physical. Malfoy had made that abundantly clear. Harry, however, had fallen far too fast and too deep. It didn't make much sense back then and it still doesn't, even now. Yet, Harry, like a fool, had hoped for more. He should have stopped while he was ahead. And now, not only had Malfoy unwittingly ripped Harry's heart out, the blond had proceeded to trample all over it as well. "Goodbye, Potter." He murmurs, sounding just a touch wistful; his fingers tightening ever so slightly on Harry's hand. Cover Art: puking-pastilles (https://puking-pastilles.deviantart.com/) Drarry / angst / smut / fluff / Eighth Year / post-Hogwarts / boyxboy Warnings: Mpreg, Explicit Content (You have been duly warned.)