13 years after the war, Harry found himself very happy. He was engaged to Ginny and watched over his godson Teddy. What happens after a relationship breaking secret gets out leaving Harry and Teddy homeless? Read to Find Out ;) Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the lovely lady, J.K Rowling. Cover is from google images but I edited on an app :D

"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

"..Why is he looking at me like that?" Asked Draco, his voice hoarse after being slammed into the damn wall. He'd deal with Granger later. Snape turned around, realising that Potter was, indeed, staring longingly at Draco. Snape let go of his collar, watching as Potter stared at Draco, biting his lip. Literally. Potter had only ever stared at him like that in his imagination. Draco looked from between Snape and Potter, a horrified expression on his face. "Mate?" Asked Weasley, trying to walk closer to Potter, obviously taken aback at his odd behavior. Potter not taking his eyes of Draco, spoke; "Why do I have to fight the urge to fucking kiss Malfoy right now?" Warnings: Mature content. Cursing. Violence. Top; Draco Bottom; Harry

[Posted at Archive of Our Own/AO3] "I hate you, Malfoy." Harry stared at his counterpart's eyes for a while after he said that. For a moment, he saw Draco didn't look like he'd hit Harry hard or knock him dead to the ground. If he was honest, Draco looked like he was taken aback and oddly lonely for a fraction of a second, eyes full of regrets and withered hope. "I hate you too, Potter."