What happens when a love potion gets spilled on Harry as the professor was teaching them how to make the potion. What with Draco do when Harry "falls in love" with him? Find out in my story!! (I suck- also it's really cringy- I wrote this when I was 12-)

"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."

Five years. Not too long. Not too short. Just enough to gradually pick up the pieces of his life. Just enough to push the painful memories of his past to the back of his mind. Just enough to somewhat rebuild the walls that had come crashing down those last two agonizing years at Hogwarts. Just enough to finally dull the ache that constantly plagued him whenever he saw emerald-green eyes and raven-black hair. Just enough. Until... *I do not own Harry Potter. All Rights belong to JK Rowling. Drarry / Post-Hogwarts / Angst / Some fluff / Smut (you've been warned!)

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.)

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘