The war is over and seven 8th years have decided to return to Hogwarts. One tall handsome Slytherin finds himself at odds. He seems to have tripped and fallen directly into the lions den and now he's got eyes for the golden boy. But will he chose to follow his heart or will he lead the life of a perfect Malfoy heir? Will his feelings be returned or will his heart shatter to pieces, never to be fixed again? Ps. I do not own these characters, all right reserved for J.K Rowling Enjoyyy!! True love is felt, not spoken, and lasts beyond time. L.B

Harry's hand glided my way. As it did, he twitched his fingers, turning them blue - like they were minutes before. My heart missed a beat as they drifted closer and flickered to green. A vibrational cold submerged under my skin the instant he placed his hand on me. I arched my back as his digits drifted down my chest and over the bulge in my pants. "Please, Harry, I want more." ₪♕♛₪ The Slytherin Prince's luck lasted through his trial when he avoided being sent to Azkaban Prison. Thanks to Harry Potter giving a moving statement on Draco's behalf, the Slytherin vows to change his ways and make it up to the Gryffindor. When things heat-up and kisses are exchanged between the former rivals, Pansy Parkinson knows her future with the man she loves will disappear if Harry Potter continues to live. She comes up with a plan that will end Potter and vows to marry the Malfoy heir if it's the last thing she does. ₪♕♛₪ Please note this is a MATURE RATED Drarry Fanfic that occurs immediately after the Wizarding War. There are some things that don't align with the HP books so that this work could be created. However, it is very close. 😉 Featured on: @WattpadPotterverse LGBTQ+ reading list. @ComeAndSitWithUs ~ #Fanfiction - This is us. @AmbassadorsUS ~ Fanfiction reading list. @WattpadWitches ~ World of Magical Fandoms. @TeamOfDreams 2022 Awards ~ First place. In loving memory of G.G. 💜

Back at Hogwarts for his eighth year, Draco is offered the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to enter a prestigious potion competition and maybe salvage his future. The only catch? He has to work with Potter. After everything they've been through, asking for Potter's help seems like Draco's worst nightmare. But as they struggle to heal old wounds, Draco begins to question everything he thought he knew about himself and about the boy who won't stop staring at him with those terrible green eyes.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Harry- but did you, or did you not, stare at him across the seas of tables in the Great Hall, and always manage to find him in the uttermost impossible crowds?" "No." Harry seethed, his face flushed red. Yes. Ron continued on with evident glee on this face as if he hadn't heard him. "Did you, or did you not, constantly accidentally bump into him in corridors?" "No," Harry said firmly. Yes. Hermione was in fits of giggles now. It was obvious they had wanted to do this a long, long time ago. --- It was two years after the war, the Dark Lord was defeated. While the wizarding world finally went back to peace, Harry's life was in chaos- in a totally different way. ✧✧✧✧✧✧

BOOK ONE Coming out was supposed to set Julian free. Instead, it left him with a broken arm, a mother who won't stop preaching, and a silence that grows heavier every day. High school feels like a cage, and Julian is certain he doesn't belong anywhere-until Paul crashes into his world. With his inked skin, effortless charm, and a following that makes him untouchable, Paul should be the last person Julian lets close. But in Paul's arms, Julian feels something he's never known before: safe. As their connection deepens, so does the danger. Loving Paul means risking exposure, rejection, and heartbreak all over again. Worse, it means facing the cruelest voice of all-the one inside Julian's own head. Tender, raw, and unflinching, Open is a story about first love, first heartbreak, and finding the courage to believe you're worthy of both. ::: I could feel it when his body finally went slack, when he'd fallen asleep and soft snores emitted. And I thought I was getting better at this breaking down thing... I honestly did but when I was alone, I seemed to fall apart. Endless serenades of how worthless I'd been and how destructive I was; I was a disappointment to literally everyone and I hated it. My breathing became shallow as I cried for the second time that day, finally feeling content being immersed in guilt. A shudder wracked through my body, tears escaping and Paul pulled me closer as he woke silently. Mumbling soft nothings against my skin and kissing it to slow my breathing, he tried to lull me to sleep, "It's okay, you're okay." Refusing to speak -my voice failing me- his arm came up to wrap around my shoulder and I held him there, placing a small kiss to his tattooed skin in a broken sign of gratitude, I must've run out of tears. And I felt at ease.

It was hard hating someone so much you start to obsess over them. Then again, it really was a small line between love and hate. Jason: I knew he saw me. His blue eyes wide and lips parted. So fucking beautiful. I was supposed to hate him, but the second I saw the unmistakable lust in his gaze, I was gone. Charlie: Out of all the things I had expected to come across in my life, Jason Pierce getting head wasn't one of them. That would've been totally normal at a Highschool party if it wasn't for the fact that it was from a guy. Shit.

It was the most fucked up idea. Offering up his self dignity to give pleasure to his one enemy, Kai, just because he was afraid he'd have his ass kicked in by Kai's best friend. The idea was to get Kai's frustration out, give him a one night stand that one time, and get right back to hating each other. But once Kai had a taste of Daz, he just couldn't seem to get enough... CONTAINS/TWS: Mature language, abuse, ED, homophobia, some BDSM and other mature content. Please keep this in mind when reading, thank you! <3

Anyway, back to George-the beautiful, stunning, amazing, perfect, one-of-a-kind cheer captain. He was kind of a dick. There was no denying that. Not even Dream could say otherwise, no matter how hard he tried. George was a dick. He was mean, he was unfriendly, and he made sure things went his way, or no one's way at all. Or, George is a pretty boy who's got a snappy mouth, and Dream is head over heels in love with him. NSFW !! this is a dnf cheerleading au :]

harrys older twin is the boy who lived...and attention seeking twat if you asked harry. harry just wants to get by with an education and enough money to not be a homeless bum. Drarry Complete

A story about a bully with a big despise towards a lonely emo kid. ... what happens when they are both paired to be camping partners later on? Read to find out.. (This is my second story so hope you enjoy it) (Book #2) [COMPLETED]