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!

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.

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072