It's been five years since the end of the war. Five years since Harry had last seen Malfoy when he testified at his trial. Five years of boring Wednesdays. And just as he thinks that he can't bear it any longer, Malfoy shows up and makes life interesting again. EWE.

After the war, Draco was being ignored by everyone. That is until he finds Harry under the tree by the Black Lake... Just a cute short story I wrote while on a break from one of my longer stories! Enjoy!

Drarry One-Shots! I'm not a very good writer so don't judge me. Taking requests!

a collection of written and found one-shots warning: this ish was started back in 2016 also 89% of it is smut

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 :)

Another one of those potions gone wrong fics, this one leaves Draco blinded. Draco's not totally blind though, he can see people's souls, and the only one that can stop this particular vision is one Harry Potter. Making Harry become his personal assistant to help him with classes and life. What happens when Draco realizes why Harry stops the sight of all other souls? ***THIS IS AN UNFINISHED FIC, I AM JUST DONE WRITING AS I'VE LOST THE INSPIRATION FOR IT!*** {Cover picture was found off of Google Images, the artist is choutte-e on DeviantArt I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does, as does Warner Brothers' Entertainment}

Can you look beyond me? Beyond my past? I'm drowning in lies, and I need you to save me. Harry falls hard and fast for the small, petite blonde, it's a fierce attraction, but there is an even fiercer war waging inside him. The choice to stay loyal to his cause, or to protect a small, blonde Gryffindor from death's gaze. In truth, it seems not like a difficult decision, given where his heart lies, but what of his mother and father? They only ever wanted him to see reason, what was best for him. Draco struggles everyday to live his life. No one knows how to handle depression properly, but having dealt with it nearly all his life, there can only be so much reprieve before it settles on his shoulders again, his burden to bear. He fights to prove himself not weak, to not be stuck under such a label. He doesn't want to be perceived as fragile to everyone. Doing so only seems to cause a rift between him and the one person he depends on, the one person he really does love; Harry. Draco and Harry need each other more than ever, but why can't they see that?

Harry comes across a personal ad in the paper. SEEKING; HARRY POTTER LOOK ALIKE FOR DISCREET HOOK UP. A Drarry short story.

Desperation is a state of despair, one that results in rash and extreme behaviour. It is what we resort to in the most precarious times in our lives. It is the year 1998 Hogwarts had fallen. Under Dumbledore's order, Hermione Granger returns back to 1944 to try and prevent Tom Riddle from becoming Voldemort. However she hadn't expected that the young dark lord would have such an impact on her.

#180 in Fanfiction || #1 in Hermione || In the language of literature, there exists a seemingly-concrete, antonymous relationship between good and evil, light and dark, hero and monster. And yet, we often disregard the transition from one to another, in which the 'bad guy' becomes 'good.' Perhaps it was the cruel mistreatment of Tom Marvolo Riddle as a child, or maybe it was the bloodline of Slytherin's heir himself that made the boy into the 'monster' who cannot be named. Or, perhaps it was simply because he did not know that his heart would beat in such a frenzy, that his cheeks would redden like a crimson rose, and that his normally-calm facade would melt under the simple gaze of the time-travelling heroine. If I were to bet, I'd say it's the latter. But it matters not why Voldemort could not love, for this is not a story about Voldemort. This is the story of Tom Marvolo Riddle, and how he came into direct conflict and company with the 'brightest witch of her age' ... fifty-years ahead. This is the story of love's recognition, in which the force does not suddenly develop between two people, but a poignant emotion, different for each individual, is uniquely described to be 'love.' Maybe Tom Riddle never loved, much like that of Voldemort. However, as one chooses to stubbornly believe, love existed for Tom Marvolo Riddle as long as he chose to believe that he loved Hermione Jean Granger. ////// NO TRANSLATIONS ARE BEING ALLOWED AT THIS TIME DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the characters detailed in this book, nor any of the quotations and plot taken from "Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows." They belong to J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers. I do not own the individual graphics in the cover, although I do own the composition/compilation of the cover. The media I post belongs to its owners. \\\\\\