"𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞." Amelia Black, a young girl whose destiny was already written, will have to face thick and thin during her years at Hogwarts. She was convinced she was alone, incapable of loving, but maybe someone will make her change her mind... She was born as a Black, but she fell in love with the mesmerising eyes of none other than Hermione Granger, a mudblood... Her life was black and white before she met Hermione, she was the color. "𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐚, 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬?" "𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮!" Hermione Granger x fem oc

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Harry decides to prank Draco after a game of Quidditch. Desiring for Draco to go mad, he waits for him in an empty classroom. However, as soon as he realizes Draco wants to vent his anger in different way, he appears to be rather withdrawn and insecure - despite the fact he highly likes it. Does this mean Draco has more guts than Harry, after all? They decide to create a distance between them. After not seeing each other for months, they meet by utter chance. They are tensed, confused, and ready for a fall now school starts again. How will they manage, now shadows are trailing behind them? Draco, obnoxious and knocked with daddy issues. Harry, now insecure and put on edge - knowing he's the chosen one. EDIT: The first few chapters were written when I was around the age of 13. My English has developed over time. The first story is finished and ready to read throughout. The sequel is currently added and being updated as frequently as possible. Please enjoy!

In which a Slytherin boy returns to Hogwarts after the second wizarding war with flower tattoos covering his dark mark and streaks of blue in his platinum blonde hair. A Drarry Fanfiction © Ericka | 2017

Literally, inseparable. Disaster hits. After a spell gone wrong, they discover they're bond together for the next week. Without being able to be touched, and without the ability to move further then a foot apart, Draco and Harry have to figure out how to live with each other. However, they soon discover its much easier then they thought. Harry learns he's more then welcome at the Slytherins table, and Draco doesn't seem to hate him as much as he used to. Could years of loathing actually just be childish squabbles? Did they actually just need more time to understand, and speak to each other? Was this the beginning of a new friendship, or something more then they ever could have dreamed? Heavily inspired by 'Hold My Hand'. Same sort of concept, but not the same writing or quotes. So yeah, credits here! ^^ Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Sexual scenes. Updating every day except Friday (that's my catch up on writing day) Chapter length: 1000-1500 words

Enemies, Friends, Lovers Harry never knew those three words could be synonymous, but his sixth year at Hogwarts has challenged everything he has come to know. Draco Malfoy , who Harry had loathed for five years, is now progressively preoccupying his every thought. Harry doesn't know why his mind keeps creeping into these forbidden fantasies, but he knows it needs to stop. Because if there were ever a time appropriate for Harry to fall for Draco Malfoy, it certainly wasn't when the wizarding world was crumbling to pieces. Note: I wrote this when I was twelve, sorry for the poor writing :)

"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

Here is my collection of Drarry one-shots I've written. Enjoy :)

"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