Blairon cause why not

Blaise Zabini has been tortured by his 'mother' and step fathers for years now and has anxiety and anger issues but hasn't told anyone, not even his best friends Pansy Parkinson and Draco Malfoy, except they figured out about his anger issues, the boy snaps quite easily. And on top of all that he's a Veela along with Draco. Blaise has always been known as a mystery at Hogwarts, but will that change? Ronald Weasley has been having the best life he could get, a great girlfriend and best friend. But something feels missing, something big. He doesn't know why it is but a bit frightened to find out. What will happen when 2 paths collide? A bit of smut and alot of fluff. DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT own any of the amazing Harry Potter characters. They all belong to the J.K Rowling, though I do not support her.

Blaise and Harry are both sub Veelas searching for their mates, once Blaise runs to Draco for help they both leave the manor after an angry Lucious gets the wrong idea. Blaise carries them until he is seriously injured, they land and seek for refuge at the nearest house. Un(fortunately) for them that hosue is full of red-headed weasels and one Boy That Lived. Covered created by m-blackhart!

I ship these boys but apparently like no one else does so here's my fic about there adorable romance enjoy ;)

"Yeah, um, I..." But the lingering effects of Felix wouldn't let me lie. "I do. I really like you." "Not platonically, then." "Not platonically." "Well, that's lucky." He said. "Because I think I really like you too, Draco Malfoy." "If this is a joke," I began, not believing my ears, "then get lost and I never want to talk to you again. If it-" "It's not a j-" "Let me finish, Potter. If it's not a joke, then shut up and kiss me already and stop stalling." -------------------------- Draco and Harry are back for an eighth year of Hogwarts to finish their NEWTs. Unfortunately, there aren't many eighth year students, or extra dormitories, so they end up sharing a room... Disclaimer: almost all aspects of the Wizarding World belong to J K Rowling, including most of the characters, Hogwarts, NEWTs, etc. Cover art belongs to @midgaardian on Twitter No smut - nothing ever goes further than kissing. Ranked: 🥇(major tags) #1 on gay 18.7.21 #19 on romance 18.9.21 (HOLY- idk how this happened?? but tysm) 🥈(big tags) #1 on harrypotter 30.4.22 #2 on malfoy 18.7.21 #2 on dracomalfoy 6.7.21 #2 on gayromance 7.1.22 #3 on drarry 6.7.21 🥉(smaller tags) #1 on eighthyear 4.4.21 #1 on drarryfanfic 11.9.21

Drarry slow burn, fluff and maybe a little smut but you will have to read it to find out. NOT MY ARTWORK CREDIT TO ARTISTS OBVIOUSLY BEFORE PEOPLE COME AT ME Check out my other Drarry story - Earbuds and Reputation

"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall. "Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up. "Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer. " I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again. Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just- My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine. Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy? Highest rankings : #1 in #Harry-Potter #16 in #drarry #1 in #youth #2 in #lgbt

"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."

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