draco wants what draco wants. and if he has to snuggle up to harry to get it, well, surely, draco can handle that. problem is, he's not sure harry can. 29,246 words. smut. rated mature. romance/humour. author: sophie french this fanfiction does not belong to me and the original is uploaded on fanfiction.net by sophie french. all rights go to the author and jk rowling.

Draco will die in six months if he can't get Harry Potter to fall in love with him. Since that's not going to happen, he might as well spend his last days working through his Bucket List. Tap-dancing lessons? Rock climbing? Poetry-writing? Threesomes? Cocaine? Getting to know his adorable cousin, Teddy Lupin? Draco will try them all! Feat. Cheerily pessimistic Draco, devoted bitch queen Pansy Parkinson, and a Harry who can't help but notice that something seems DIFFERENT about Draco, these days. PS: This is not my work. This fanfic was written by Galla Placidia and she has deleted her writings from ao3 and i thought maybe I should put the story here so it'll be easily available for the drarry fans. Enjoy the story!

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter. Features fuzzy cartoon slippers, devious house elves, 90s music, and lots-LOTS-of memories. Ron is annoyingly hot, Hermione sees right through you, Harry is a powerful idiot, and Draco is a reclusive masochist that would buy an entire city if it would make a kid happy. (And Pansy is "5'2, I wanna dance with you, and I'm sophisticated fun.")

Une nuit, Eden rêve d'un monde mort, et d'un ange qui l'aide à s'en échapper. Chaque jour depuis cette nuit, des cauchemars éveillés gangrènent son esprit. Chaque nuit depuis celle-ci, l'ange revient dans ses rêves et devient son seul répit. Chaque seconde dans sa tête, il n'y a plus que la mort et lui.

Golden boy, Lion boy; Tell me what it's like to conquer. Fearless child, Broken boy; Tell me what it's like to burn. (...) In which a very nosy James Potter notices that every weekend, when everyone falls asleep, Regulus Black sneaks into an abandoned fifth-floor classroom, and he can't help but try to find out what the little Black is up to.

Bienvenue au camping « À la belle étoile » Ce panneau, Valentin l'a déjà vu un million de fois. En exagérant à peine. Chaque année, c'est là-bas qu'il se rend avec ses parents, où ces derniers ont acheté un mobil home pour goûter la tranquillité de deux longs mois de vacances par an loin de leur métier d'enseignants. Alors quand une famille avec un garçon de son âge vient passer les vacances dans le bungalow face au sien, c'est une chance pour lui de pouvoir échapper aux devoirs de vacances et aux activités ringardes du camping. Rapidement, une correspondance s'installe entre les deux adolescents, nouant une étroite et profonde amitié malgré la distance. Mais si c'était plus que cela ? Qui risquerait de briser un lien si fort pour quelques frissons à la belle étoile ?

Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they're going to survive this, they need to accept that they're holding each other's lives in their hands, and--worst of all--they're going to have to work together. Written for HD Erised 2017. Anonymous until Jan 8th, so I can post it here now! A gift for the amazing oceaxe. 40k, Explicit, Drarry, Unspeakable!Harry, CurseBreaker!Draco, Dream Spells, UST, RST, Pining, Case fic. Warning for drinking as an unhealthy coping mechanism.

Fenrir Greyback gets his revenge. Harry Potter is bitten, and now feels like his life is over. Who better to snap him out of it and show him that life is still worth living than Draco Malfoy? Inspired by The Beatle's song "Blackbird." Warnings: Mild Smut (not explicit) Language *I do not own Harry Potter. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a fan-fiction.

One night. One party. One arch-nemesis. Lots of champagne. Now all Harry has to do is survive. A Harry/Draco romantic comedy.