A collection of oneshots I've written recently. I'll probably reorganize and give them better covers later, but for now I'm putting them all here. Enjoy!

I'm pretty much just writing a bunch of one shots that I think are cute. Also, I'll take any requests. That's not to say that I will write all of them but I will try to write as many as I can. I'm not very experienced in smut but I can give it a shot. I also want to let you know that if you like to read anything with an unhappy ending, this is not the place. I love Harry and Draco too much to do that to them (though if it's requested, I'll do it). (The first few aren't that great but they get better, I promise.)

When Draco comes up with an idea to mess with Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, will he be the one who will get burned in the end? Drarry #wattpride #drarry If you're a first time reader, I highly recommend reading the new version! It's posted on my profile!

Harry Potter never knew what to do with his ever growing feelings for his nemesis, Draco Malfoy. When Draco's birthday draws near, will Harry finally be able to confront his paramour? Little does Harry know that Draco has had feelings for him as well! Read on to see what happens ;)

"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."