*The book that proceeds Scarhead. read that first.* After the war, Harry and Draco find themselves living in a rundown part of New York City. Harry fleeing from the press and Draco hiding from the ministry who is in search for former death eaters. They find that keeping their relationship in one piece is going to be harder than what they anticipated now that the war is over.

The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he's in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn't quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Post Hogwarts AU. Small amount of smut. 5.4K words.

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have been enemies since they were eleven... but have they, really? The events of the second wizarding world cause both boys to explore deeper, much different feelings. But could something ever come from a relationship that everyone else thinks is so wrong? *All copyright belongs to J.K. Rowling. I don't own any of these characters. Cover art is not mine either*

What will happen when Harry Potter is re-sorted into a different house. Will this cause emotions to run high or will it put him in more danger?

Drarry Hogwarts 7th year AU. The summer before 7th year, a restless Harry Potter is captured and taken to Malfoy Manor. Together, he and Draco Malfoy escape to Grimmauld place, where they are instructed to stay put while the Order takes care of more urgent business. Left out of the Horcrux hunt, they hatch their own plans to defeat Voldemort. Kreacher and the sentient Black House play a pivotal role, joined by a reluctant Snape and all the usual suspects. With the help of their friends, Harry and Draco learn to tolerate one another, defeat Voldemort, and even death itself. In this alternate Battle of Hogwarts, pranks and scheming carry the day. Fluff, angst, adventure, sacrifice, friendship, love. Temporary character death. Happy Ending. LGBTQ+ , bi, gay, lesbian, poly relationships: Harry/Draco, Fred/Hermione/Luna/George, Ginny/Pansy, Snape/McGonagall Rated T: romance, language, previous abuse. COMPLETE

Harry defeated Voldemort. He done it, then he went back to school. For one last year. But nothing else went to plan for Harry, why should this?

edit: story discontinued at chapter 19 The wizarding war against Voldemort is over, and an eighth term has been proposed for the former seventh years at Hogwarts. While the students and staff of Hogwarts work towards reforming broken trusts and cleaning up the emotional and physical wreckage left behind by Voldemort, Harry Potter finds himself fighting another war. But this one isn't in his head, or even in his wand skills. In fact, it's the opposite. This is a battle Harry must fight in his heart- and it has blond hair and piercing gray eyes. *warnings: will contain some language and sexuality* *I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR SETTING, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*

//DRARRY// Draco Malfoy has always had a thing for Harry Potter. It was never just 'a phase'. It slowly progressed into something more than a thing. Now, they are getting married and trying to enjoy life as best as they can. As best they can. As best as they possibly can. As it's often said, the course of true love never did run smooth. {Originally Published 19/05/16} {Edited 02/05/17}

What if the Dursley's were successful in stomping the magic out of Harry? Life will be different, that's for certain.

I was aiming at the frog and shouted: "subtraxerim utilium!" Everything went in slow motion. Ron pushed Malfoy, who caught himself from falling right in front of my wand. At the horror of everyone, my spell hit him and he disappeared, his black robes in a pile on the ground. Professor McGonagall was the first to react after a shocked silence. "I warned you about NOT hitting any students! Where is Mr. Malfoy, Potter?" She was looking worried and I slowly made my way to the Slytherin's robes. I stopped myself when a little blond headed boy, not older than 2, stood up, clothes way too big around him, making him stumble forwards before he caught himself and asked in a confused tone: "Hawwy?"