After life threw Alexander around for years, things finally started settling down. He had a loving family, an education, and caring friends. A home. But of course, the world isn't quite done with him just yet. When he starts talking to John Laurens, supposedly bratty, snobbish, rich John Laurens, and finds out that what people say about him are nothing but myths he finds himself tangled on a secret friendship which eventually morphs, quite accidentally, into something more with the South Carolinian. He can't let people know about them, especially not his lovable but oh so overbearing brother Lafayette. It gets even worse when feelings are thrown into the picture. But whatever, what Lafayette doesn't know won't hurt him, right?

"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."

When Draco Malfoy is in year 6 he knew that he wasn't going to do what the dark lord said there for he was most likely going to die there for he decided to make his last year a good one! So ignoring the dark mark and there Malfoy Image it's Time to throw way "Malfoy" and bring Draco on to the scene showing his real self for the first time in 13 years. Not knowing what lies ahead or who he falls in love with Draco is just following a bucket list him and his best friend pansy made called "Disappointing father" ⚠️⚠️ Warning and disclaimers ⚠️ ⚠️ • this is a Draco x Harry fanfic • gay •smut • cuss words • Draco is a bottom, Harry is top • Draco is 5,6 and Harry is 6,0 (my fanfic my rules) • I'm dyslexic so sorry for bad spelling and or grammar •if you do put a hate comment down it will be deleted and you will be reported •I'll try and update but I may not •Draco is feminine sorta (I lied he isn't sorta but hey I was a kid back then so what can y'a do) Right that all from me if you have read the whole thing thank you so much I really appreciate it let me know if you like it and ill update more 💓💖💕💗💘 Bai my lovelies~ 😗

"You feel like everything," Harry murmured against his mouth. "Like I've been waiting to come back to this my whole life without knowing what this even was." Draco clutched him tighter, almost angrily, "You don't get to say things like that." "Why not?" "Because I want to believe them and I don't believe in things Harry, because if i do, I never let them go." Harry looked into those stormcloud eyes, those long lashes, that mouth now kiss-bruised and honest,"Then don't." It happened in the middle of a duel. Anger flaring, magic surging, a spark too wild to control. One second, they were rivals. The next-they'd swapped scars. Harry Potter now wears the Dark Mark. Draco Malfoy bears the lightning bolt. What starts as confusion spirals into something deeper-because the scars aren't just physical. They pulse. They react. And as Harry and Draco are forced into a quarantine to contain the magical forces that go out of control every time they get far. This isn't a love story. Not at first. This is a story of fear, of inherited pain. Of enemies who share more than they ever meant to. Of skin that remembers, and touch that transforms. Never expect more than survival. Never expect the scars to disappear. Until maybe-just maybe-they do. Because when the line between hate and longing blurs, When scars fade with every truth told- What's left is something terrifying. Something real. Something like love. I dont own any of the harry potter characters, i just sort of make it into a bit more gay porno with a great plot! x Caution x This story begins with unresolved trauma, magical scars, emotional repression, and unspoken desire. It may seem like enemies with too much tension-but trust the process. The arc is slow, tender, and ultimately redemptive. Trigger warnings: • smut • Emotional intimacy • Lgbtq themes • Slow-burn romance • Canon-typical angst