In the months after Voldemort's death, Draco Malfoy comes to live with Harry Potter under witness protection. But Draco seems somehow different, and Harry is determined to find out why and whether it is going to mean anything different for their relationship. Meanwhile, it seems the Golden Trio might have missed Voldemort's true goal for the Deathly Hallows. Drarry Fanfiction. 56k words.

"We can be friends, if you like," he says instead, nonchalant and careless. "What I'd like," Potter says seriously, "is to kiss you." Draco feels his jaw drop, feels the way his hair tumbles into his eyes when he whips around to stare at Potter. "What?" he breathes. "I think I'd like to kiss you," Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. "You think?" Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. Potter's eyebrows slide up briefly but then Draco can't think or act or speak or breathe because Potter is leaning in and cupping his cheek gently. "I know," Potter says simply, and kisses Draco.

Draco has never been very good at trusting others, and Potter is no exception. But if they're going to survive this, they need to accept that they're holding each other's lives in their hands, and--worst of all--they're going to have to work together. Written for HD Erised 2017. Anonymous until Jan 8th, so I can post it here now! A gift for the amazing oceaxe. 40k, Explicit, Drarry, Unspeakable!Harry, CurseBreaker!Draco, Dream Spells, UST, RST, Pining, Case fic. Warning for drinking as an unhealthy coping mechanism.

He's known since the beginning that whatever this is -- was -- between him and Malfoy was just purely physical. Malfoy had made that abundantly clear. Harry, however, had fallen far too fast and too deep. It didn't make much sense back then and it still doesn't, even now. Yet, Harry, like a fool, had hoped for more. He should have stopped while he was ahead. And now, not only had Malfoy unwittingly ripped Harry's heart out, the blond had proceeded to trample all over it as well. "Goodbye, Potter." He murmurs, sounding just a touch wistful; his fingers tightening ever so slightly on Harry's hand. Cover Art: puking-pastilles (https://puking-pastilles.deviantart.com/) Drarry / angst / smut / fluff / Eighth Year / post-Hogwarts / boyxboy Warnings: Mpreg, Explicit Content (You have been duly warned.)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years when he suddenly appears on stage in Hogsmeade's newest cafe. Harry is mesmerized, wanting to know where and how the boy who made all the wrong choices learned to sing like that, and for the first time, he feels something more than the vague fog of nothingness. Drarry Fanfiction. 12k words. Small amount of smut, but it's more about their therapy journey.

The war has left its mark on everyone. The Ministry, as usual, is only too happy to take advantage. But Harry won't let them destroy his home, no matter what he has to do to stop them. And no matter if a certain Draco Malfoy insists on getting him off track. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Smut. 41k words.

Draco lost his home and the only society he knew after the war. He ended up living in the muggle world, making new friends and new connections and maybe some sort of peace. Even if that peace was usually found at the bottom of a bottle. It was enough for him. He was content to just exist. Then Harry Potter decided to ruin everything.

Drarry \\ Hogwarts Eight Year \\ One Shot \\ Complete \\ Draco makes origami. Harry collects them. All of them. It's not a problem, he just... he likes them, a great deal.

Convinced by Hermione to get a new pet, Harry goes to Magical Menagerie and finds it's now owned by Draco Malfoy who has changed since the war... in a good way, a really good way.