Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

Sometimes a witch or wizards magical signature is so completely incompatible with another that they repel one another like magnets. On the other hand, if two magical signatures mesh well together, well there are no stronger relationships in all the world. In a sample of a thousand people, the average witch or wizard will be slightly repelled by four or five people and strongly repelled by only one, at the most. The opposite is true for attraction. But Harry Potter can't kiss anyone at all.

"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."

Remus didn't want friends. Could not have them. Was forbidden from having them. Was convinced he'd never have friends. He simply wasn't capable of such a thing. Then he arrived at Hogwarts and everything changed, but for better or worse he hasn't decided yet. A Marauders-Remus-centered story based on one thing in his childhood being different.Other povs. Follows the books. Full Summary: All Remus Lupin wanted, for as long as he could remember, was to go to Hogwarts. Now that he's there he wonders if he made a mistake attending school. Between struggling with his relationships, fighting with himself, and accidentally discovering something that makes him a target, he has his hands full. And that isn't even taking into account the full moon that plagues him with its coming. With many things happening year one is sure to be as eventful as it is stressful for the awkward boy and the three roommates he gets stuck with. Unfortunately, the HP world and characters belong to J.K Rowling. Revamped and re-edited since (2/16/22)

in which two rivals return to the school they once called home as professors, and are brought together by the meddling of two trios. © 2017 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction

Dean Thomas never expected to be anything special. He never was. The oldest, a football fanatic, the only child from his mum's first relationship. But he was special, he was a wizard. When he arrived at Hogwarts, he immediately was attracted to a young boy prone to setting things on fire. Dean was entranced by the flames, and he wished to draw them. But soon, his drawings lean from the fire to the boy creating it.

"Love is magical." - Anonymous Ranked #11 - hpff

Jesper finally opens up to Wylan (it was about time). And more events follow.