A Drarry fanfiction based upon a simple question - what if Draco had met Harry in a different way to how it happened in the books? I try to follow JK's basic storyline so it seems similar to the books and movies, but with some differences (obviously) to make the Drarry happen.

Art credit for cover: @MariaHideki https://www.deviantart.com/maria-hideki A Potions accident gone wrong leaves Harry and Draco holding hands for a month. The two enemies are forced to share a room, sit at tables together, and share classes. Tensions rise, but will the two prevail? And can they become more than just enemies? Polish translation by @MissTranslation2019 Spanish translation by @sunflower_milk Chinese translation by @Hanna-liu on LOFTER Burmese translation by @Yamonesue1994 Italian translation by @lady_malfoy07 Persian translation by @TaraPotterHead Portuguese translation by @Katheriny-San072

Sequel to An Eventful Quidditch Match ~ You're back ~"That I am" You should've died ~"I get that a lot" I feel like you're different now ~"You're the only one who says so" You're not Harry. I'm not wrong ~"I never said you were" Harry wakes up. He's back; everyone is overjoyed to say so. But a certian blonde-haired seer decedent thinks otherwise, and Draco soon starts to see her point. The Harry they knew and love did not wake up on that Sunday morning, did he? total word count: 21.5k

Harry suffers a great fall on his broom while trying- and succeeding!- to catch the snitch. He wakes up in the hospital wing, surrounded by people he's supposed to know, but doesn't. Harry can't remember anything- Expect Draco. He remembers Draco. Since Malfoy is the only one that Harry felt semi-safe around (sure, he remembered him to be a git, but known assholeness is better than a possibly worse unknown. aka, everyone else), Malfoy is tasked to accompany Harry everywhere Little does Harry know how much Draco enjoys it. drarry, eighth year (returned to Hogwarts post war) Total word count: 19.5k

Lonely and outcast by his classmates, Remus Lupin wishes on a moonshadow for a friend who understands him. To his amazement, his wish is answered not once, but three times, by his former enemies, the Marauders. This story is by Moonsign. I own nothing. Only the cover.