Draco Malfoy was stubborn, sarcastic and snarky as he could ever be. Rumors would swarm around him like moths to a flame. Some speculated he was a terrible person (Which wasn't far off, but man do they exaggerate shit), others rumored that he was a terrible brother (He wasn't, if anything neither twin were relatively 'nice' to each other). So, surely Harry was imagining it when Draco Malfoy, THE Draco Malfoy, began to giggle almost audibly from two tables over. Surely, right?! ~--------~ AKA 'The Pinterest Fic' because everyone is calling it that, lmfao- A prompt from Pinterest which I had actually published a while back, called 'All Because of ONE Joke', but I deleted that. Anyways, feeding the Drarry/Harco community <3333

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!

"You're such a prick! I knew you hadn't really changed. You're just back to your old ways, torturing me." Harry can still feel Draco's hand around his arm. Their breath mingles as Harry's eyes rove around Malfoy's face. "You probably enjoy it too." "Immensely." They're so close that Harry could count Draco's eyelashes if he wanted to. "You're the worst," Harry gasps out between breaths. His heartbeat pounds overwhelmingly loud in his ears as he loses his senses. His eyes drop to Draco's lips again, and he swallows loudly, interrupting the silence that is only filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. "Fuck you Malfoy." ---- Harry is tired of being enemies with Draco. He has more important things to worry about. The most pressing of those being his real enemy, Voldemort, who is now at large. And then Draco starts acting suspicious and Harry wants to know the truth. He always tries to believe the best in people, but Harry is starting to wonder if there is any good left in Draco at all. ---- Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Complete!

(Text AU) Drarry texts [COMPLETED] Just imagine if they had iPhones at Hogwarts..... ok good now this is exactly what im writing about, this is a drarry (dracoxharry) fic so Yup just a warning but you should read it because I wrote it which means it must be good. Anyways I hope you like it!?

Harry feels like he is being torn apart, he can't take it anymore... he gets abused by is uncle and everyone is oblivious.. It's the 4th year and he hates everyday of it... he just wants someone to notice and help him... until someone does.. (Warning: Abuse, Profanity, Depressed stuff)

"Potter. Are you awake." "Yes Malfoy what the bloody hell is so important to wake me up at 2 in the morning for?!" "Whats your favorite color." "Green." Harry said rolling over so his back was facing the blond. "Oh" "Go to bed Malfoy." •Updates every few days, the writing gets better after the first few chapters, I promise•

drarry. angst. fluff. pansomione. bleville. Harry has PTSD and becomes withdrawn from everyone. Draco is the only one who can calm him down after a panic attack. Things seem to be running smoothly, until Harry argues with a close friend and Draco finds their new Transfiguration teacher suspicious.

When Voldemort hits Harry with the killing curse the night of the Hogwarts battle, a choice will present itself for young Harry to make. What will he choose? I do not own Harry Potter.