Alright, I really can't continue my stories at the moment, but you can all adopt it or take it and spin it into your own little Fanfic.

Harry Potter the boy who lived, survived the war against Voldemort and all his trials afterwards, he didn't let his experiences change him and he remained the same cheerful boy who loved magic. However, he broke when he discovered his families betrayal. Ginny his wife had been feeding him love potions, his best friends Ron and Hermione had been stealing his money. All his friends that survived were all traitors, he had been played for a fool his whole life. In his depression Harry walked through the veil, hoping to be reunited with the few people which truly loved him like Sirius. However, death greeted harry in a way he never expected, with a second chance, Harry decided that this time he would go where he would find his true friends and perhaps cause a bit of chaos along the way. This is a bxb (boys love) I do not own Harry Potter. All images used do not belong to me.

Before he knew it, Harry was having to force himself not to shudder, either in pleasure or revulsion he didn't know although he was more than willing to bet that it was revulsion, as Malfoy leaned his slightly pointy chin on the top of his rapidly rising and falling shoulder and brought his mouth so close to the side his head, that Harry swore he could feel the fluttering of those surprisingly soft lips barely brushing the shell of his ear. "What's wrong, Potter?" Malfoy whispered, catching Harry off guard with how breathless and excited his voice was. "Vampire got your tongue?" And then he licked a tentative and long, fire-hot trail up the outer shell of Harry's ear with the tip of his searing wet tongue. (Or, in other words, Harry is a unique and highly rare submissive creature/being and Draco is his dominant vampire mate. Enjoy!) Entire concept of Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling!

Harry starts receiving letters from a secret admirer. (Unedited, spelling mistakes may occur)

"Did I just see you kiss Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked, eyes wide. "Of course not, are you insane!? I was whispering to him how much I hate him..." Harry responded. "Is that Malfoy's quidditch jersey?" Hermione questioned. Harry rolled his eyes. "I lost a bet."

"Peeves! Get out!" Snape bellowed at the cackling poltergeist, who zoomed out of the classroom with gleeful whoops of shameless delight- leaving Severus to clean up the ingredients that had spilled. Little did he know that Peeves had done more than just throw a few jars and vials across the room... THIS STORY IS UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION |~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~|~| **PRE-READ WARNINGS** There is a little bit of graphic content throughout here - a bit of blood, a bit of cussing, and eventually a bit of sexual content. I'll put warnings in the chapter tho Rude commentary of any kind, especially against the LGBT+ community, will not be tolerated. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This story is of my own creation however I do not own the characters involved. I have taken creative liberty to them in making my own story and I expect it to remain my story. I won't tolerate plot theft.

After the war the golden trio returns to Hogwarts for a special 8th year, but Harry has been acting strange and keeping secrets. What is he hiding from the rest of Hogwarts, and how does this involve a certain Slytherin?

Sworn enemies, definite foes. Well what if something changed that? What will the famous Harry Potter do when he finds out Draco Malfoy is a Veela? And that he's his mate? <¡CONTAINS TRIGGERS, I don't label the chapters with the warnings because I never plan what I'm going to write! Unfortunately I'm unsure on all the triggers involved but there are quite a few!> (My Cover Edit) I'm not accepting copies or translations of my work at the minute- thank you :) -Most character rights go to J.K. Rowling-

Draco Malfoy has some shocking news for his arch enemy, Harry Potter, but once it is shared, what will they become? Will they they slowly become friends? will they be more? Or will what is supposed to be turn into a tragic despair?