"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

"This is mad. There's only a week left and we still don't have dates." "Not unless we go together." The words were out before Harry could stop them. Fourth year AU

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!) 😘

"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."

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!

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

ɪᴛ's ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴀᴛ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴɪɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ᴡʜᴏ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ғɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀs. ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴs, ᴀɴᴅ ᴏғ ᴄᴏᴜʀsᴇ, ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ᴛᴀʟᴋ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʟs ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴏʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs. ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴡs ᴜᴘ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀ; ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴғᴀᴍᴏᴜs sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ. ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀʟʟ ғᴏʀ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴛᴇʀs ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛs, ʟᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜs ʜᴇᴀᴅᴍᴀsᴛᴇʀ, ᴅᴜᴍʙʟᴇᴅᴏʀᴇ. ᴘᴀɴsʏ ᴘᴀʀᴋɪɴsᴏɴ ᴡʜᴏ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ɢᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏʏ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏʀᴅ ᴠᴏʟᴅᴇᴍᴏʀᴛ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴀᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ. ʙʟᴀɪsᴇ ᴢᴀʙɪɴɪ ᴡʜᴏ ɪs ʜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ғᴏʀ ᴀᴛᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ᴅʀᴀᴄᴏ sᴛᴏᴘ ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴏғ ʀᴇǫᴜɪʀᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs. ɴᴏᴡ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɪɢʜᴛʜ ʏᴇᴀʀs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ sʜᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴍ ʀᴏᴏᴍ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜsᴇ ᴏғ ʜᴏᴜsᴇ ᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ sʟʏᴛʜᴇʀɪɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴡ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇʀs. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏ ɢᴏʟᴅᴇɴ ᴛʀɪᴏ

NEGTP SEQUEL! If you haven't read Nothing Ever Goes To Plan I highly suggest doing that before reading this! Draco and Harry split up and went seperate ways after the news of Scorpius, and haven't seen each other since. So what happens when Scorpius and Draco turn up on Harry's doorstep one day? We will soon find out.

{Strawberry Tea} Sequel. Atlas Raye Malfoy the kid of the Harry and Draco Malfoy. Along with the rest of his chaotic siblings, and cousins. Not to mention the boy he's head over heels for Asher Wren Weasley. The only problem with all of it, is that Asher was born frail. He's small, fragile, and weak. It makes it hard for him to communicate with others. With the constant feeling he is in the way. Not to mention he can go from one day being perfectly fine to the next on his death bed. Will Atlas be able to deal with all the stress? Will he get Asher to fall in love with him as well? Will Asher be okay? Can Atlas save him?