"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."

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?

"Marriage isnt about about a spell..it's about love..an-and trust." cover: me (:

7 anos após o fim da guerra, Harry descobre uma verdade dolorosa sobre a história: as coisas não estão tão no passado quanto ele achava que estavam. (personagens adultos, história de slowburn enemies to lovers) What We Pretend We Can't See (história original em inglês): pode ser encontrada no site Archive of Our Own