''Harry, warum muss es ausgerechnet Malfoy sein?'' ... Wie fühlt sich richtiges Lieben eigentlich an? Ist es wirklich so wie alle immer sagen? Oder erzählen Sie einem nur die halbe Wahrheit? Harry kannte das Gefühl nicht, jemanden zu lieben, gern mit Ihm Zeit zu verbringen, sich näher zu kommen...oder jedenfalls glaubte er es. Er hatte vieles in seiner Vergangenheit erlebt, vom Tod seiner Familie, bis hin zum Verlust von Freundschaft, über Verrat und körperlichen Schmerz. War ein so zerbrochener Junge überhaupt Imstande jemanden zu lieben? {Achtung! Diese Fanfiktion basiert auf den Filmen, nicht den Büchern. Ich entschuldige mich schonmal im Voraus, falls dennoch Fehler oder Logiklücken auftreten. Dies ist meine erste Fanfiktion. o.o} <Außerdem: Alle Charaktere gehören J. K. Rowling - ich baue nur basierend auf Ihre Geschichte von Harry Potter auf!>

Deep in the cells of Azkaban Prison sits a boy. Blindfolded. Gagged. Bound to a wall with chains. A victim of muggle experiments, Prisoner 63 is unlike anything Draco Malfoy ever thought. He is powerful, dangerous, and easily provoked. And it's Draco's job to rehabilitate him. ****** Fluff Drarry Cover by me.

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

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.

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love.

THIS IS NOT MY STORY it can be found on A03 All the younger dudes Gamesformay The art work isn't mine unless I say otherwise

Writing my own fan fic bc I don't like any of the ones I read of richie and Eddie bc richie is always emo and Eddie is always an uwu boy