It's eighth year at Hogwarts for those students who've chosen to come back. Over the course of several months, Harry and Draco have managed to become close friends. Their friends are entirely certain that they ought to be much, much more and decide to just... help things along.

Draco finds a tube of Pansy's lipstick. In a moment of curiosity, he puts it on and finds that he really, really likes how he looks. And he's not the only one.

After the Second Wizarding War, Malfoy found himself alienated from the majority of the school; his old friends just irritated him, all of Hogwarts' students (besides a few salty Slytherins) hated and feared him, and the school he'd once called home seemed to want him out. Draco felt more alone than he ever had... That is, until one Harry James Potter came to realise his supposed arch enemy's dejection and pitied him. The Chosen One couldn't help but reach out. A slow burn Drarry fanfiction. Character-driven, not plot-driven. TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying and isolation. Also alluding to depression and PTSD. PS. If you're here for the smut, it's the chapters with the Lenny Faces ;) PPS. I use way too many commas. If that bugs you, don't read. Cover by noodlerface on DeviantArt All characters (bar a few) belong to 🤢 JK R*wl*ng 🤢 and no copyright infringement is intended.

Draco Malfoy is the head potion brewer for the Ministry's onsite supply. Every day at three he goes to the nearest break room which coincidentally happens to be the auror break room, where he always seems run into Harry Potter, who might also be waiting just for him. It's most certainly not the highlight of his day and he certainly doesn't hold anything other than friendly feelings towards Potter. It's just tea. Nothing more than tea at three.