After the war, Hogwarts reopens for a final year of healing, growth, and second chances. Students return stronger-and stranger. Each of them begins to manifest ancient magical inheritances hidden in their bloodlines. Hermione is a Fairy with silver wings. Ron, her fiercely loyal boyfriend, is a Werewolf. Pansy becomes a Siren, dangerously beautiful and unapologetic. Blaise swims like a Merman in the Black Lake. Luna glows with the purity of a Unicorn Lady, and Ginny, now her Elven lover, walks with ancient grace. But Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are the only ones who remain... unchanged. Draco keeps to himself, colder and quieter than ever. Gone is the boy with sharp words and smug glares-what's left is someone pale, withdrawn, unreachable. Harry sees it. He knows Draco has changed. But why does he shut everyone out, even now?

From the moment Harry Potter was born, six-year-old Draco Malfoy claimed him in the only way a child could-with unwavering possessiveness and quiet devotion. As years pass in a world where ancient magic meets modern charm, Draco gives Harry everything: protection, affection, and a love too deep to name. Harry, sweet and shy, grows up wrapped in Draco's silent promises. In a story filled only with warmth, softness, and an unbreakable bond, watch as a love written in the stars unfolds-tender, gentle, and entirely theirs.

✨⚡️✨ Harry Potter's desire to have a quiet, uneventful final year at Hogwarts was a fruitless one, as instead he received, an immense supply of the exact opposite. What will become of the boy who lived when faced with a rivalry turned romantic, an unexpected pregnancy, and far, far to many memory charms? Find out in... Obliviate!

THE CHARACTERS IN THIS ARE NOT MINE! THEY ARE J.K ROWLING'S! I ONLY OwN THe PlOT OF THE STORY! What happens when Draco, stops spending time with his best friends, and Blaise, and Pansy decide to prank Draco by putting Amortentia, (or what they though was Amortentia) into his drink after a Quidditch game?

"Ugh.." Harry groaned. "What happened?" Draco asked "I-... I really want you to fuck me..." Harry said, looking fraught into Draco's eyes. After a few seconds Draco answered as his head started to get filled with fanaticises, heart with desire and eyes with lust, "I know... believe me when I say this pottah, I want me to fuck you too." Draco and Harry have found themselves in this current predicament After a potion-gone-wrong-insident, where Draco and Harry have a arrangement. Never expect more than sex for this month and don't expect a future. Harry is a sex toy, a salvation, a thing Draco is using because he can't seem to forget what he had. Or so he thinks. After many situations, it's at the breaking point when Harry understands why Draco didn't like the idea of love. It's was because Promises get broken Hearts get infiltrated Love gets ugly And above all, it hurts. Love hurts x Caution x This story comes off kinda toxic so it may seem to you that it isn't for you, but please trust me, the story ain't what if seems, read it will the 9th chapter. It may seem too intence for you, but it will change. Trust me. And please read it. Trigger warnings! Eating disorder Sexual scenes Lgbtq reference Self hate Fuck buddy

Harry suffers a great fall on his broom while trying- and succeeding!- to catch the snitch. He wakes up in the hospital wing, surrounded by people he's supposed to know, but doesn't. Harry can't remember anything- Expect Draco. He remembers Draco. Since Malfoy is the only one that Harry felt semi-safe around (sure, he remembered him to be a git, but known assholeness is better than a possibly worse unknown. aka, everyone else), Malfoy is tasked to accompany Harry everywhere Little does Harry know how much Draco enjoys it. drarry, eighth year (returned to Hogwarts post war) Total word count: 19.5k

In a world where the Malfoy and Potter names rule side by side, their power is unmatched, their bond unbreakable-and their sons, completely at odds. Harry Potter is the hidden heir to the Potter empire, a soft-spoken boy with too much heart for the ruthless world he was born into. Sheltered and secret, he's the quiet soul adored by Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy like their own son-so much so that it drives Draco Malfoy mad. Because Draco is everything Harry isn't. Cold. Brilliant. Alone by choice. Raised to lead, trained never to feel. And Harry-with his tears, his kindness, and the way he never stops trying to be loved-infuriates him.

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 :)

"Why does the room reek of Malfoy's cologne?" "This is Amortentia, Harry. It's a love potion. It smells different to everyone depending on what what attracts them." ~ Based on a tumblr imagine ~ < not entirely appropriate. its not dirty, but people tend to go into this unprepared. y i k e s. > ={COMPLETE}=

We were supposed to be enemies. I was supposed to loathe him with the entirety of my being and he was supposed to reciprocate. I was supposed to make his life a living hell and he was supposed to grin and bare it. We weren't supposed to fall in love. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I do not own any of the characters used in this story. They belong to JK Rowling, this is just a harmless fan fiction. Enjoy! CAUTION: Trigger warning