Super cute and fluffy fan-fiction following Draco and Harry as they slowly fall for each other. Gets almost a li'l smutty towards the end ✨ A/N: This was my first ever fanfic that I wrote purely for myself as a testing-the-water-thing. While I am extremely happy for entering this new world (for me!) of fanfic, this particular story reads like a one-shot, and it definitely lacks character development and things happen a li'l too fast at points. I hope you will enjoy this little piece, but please keep in mind that it was my first and it's definitely a bit rough around the edges! Thx guys (⁎⁍̴̆Ɛ⁍̴̆⁎)

"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."

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!

Enemies, Friends, Lovers Harry never knew those three words could be synonymous, but his sixth year at Hogwarts has challenged everything he has come to know. Draco Malfoy , who Harry had loathed for five years, is now progressively preoccupying his every thought. Harry doesn't know why his mind keeps creeping into these forbidden fantasies, but he knows it needs to stop. Because if there were ever a time appropriate for Harry to fall for Draco Malfoy, it certainly wasn't when the wizarding world was crumbling to pieces. Note: I wrote this when I was twelve, sorry for the poor writing :)

Harry Potter after war couldn't stop thinking that it's his fault , that everyone he loved , are dead . When he came back to Hogwart , he decided to end up his pain . But , what if someone will change his mind ... Beacause suicide , is never an option ... #1 in Drarryfanfic 29.03.2021 #1 in Drarryfanfic 02.06.2021 #1 in DracoxHarry 22.12.2020 #1 in DepressedHarry 15.05.2021

Draco Malfoy is a veela. He has to keep this a secret, but more importantly he has to find his mate. From the moment his inheritance kicks in at seventeen, the more time he spends without his mate, the more pain he will endure. I know this is a really crap description but the story itself will be better I promise!