"You were my miracle, and you saved me in every way imaginable." In which a hatred turns to a friendship, and a friendship becomes something more. ** this fic is completely unedited, rushed, and truly not thought though and slightly embarrassing but for some reason is getting a lot of reads

What would you do if you woke up in your arch nemesis's body? What would you do if you were them, and they were you? This is the challenge that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are faced with. They need to join forces to find who did this and relive the history.

"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."

draco is dared to ask harry to the yule ball ... awkwardness and love ensues

Super cute and fluffy fan-fiction following Draco and Harry as they slowly fall for each other. Gets almost a li'l smutty towards the end ✨ A/N: This was my first ever fanfic that I wrote purely for myself as a testing-the-water-thing. While I am extremely happy for entering this new world (for me!) of fanfic, this particular story reads like a one-shot, and it definitely lacks character development and things happen a li'l too fast at points. I hope you will enjoy this little piece, but please keep in mind that it was my first and it's definitely a bit rough around the edges! Thx guys (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

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!