After the Second Wizarding War, Malfoy found himself alienated from the majority of the school; his old friends just irritated him, all of Hogwarts' students (besides a few salty Slytherins) hated and feared him, and the school he'd once called home seemed to want him out. Draco felt more alone than he ever had... That is, until one Harry James Potter came to realise his supposed arch enemy's dejection and pitied him. The Chosen One couldn't help but reach out. A slow burn Drarry fanfiction. Character-driven, not plot-driven. TRIGGER WARNING: Bullying and isolation. Also alluding to depression and PTSD. PS. If you're here for the smut, it's the chapters with the Lenny Faces ;) PPS. I use way too many commas. If that bugs you, don't read. Cover by noodlerface on DeviantArt All characters (bar a few) belong to 🤢 JK R*wl*ng 🤢 and no copyright infringement is intended.

Sometimes, a single event can alter a person's entire life. This story is originally by: jameschick Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Warnings: Spoilers up to the fifth book, rape, torture, and other non-nice things. Minor character deaths as well - most likely.

It was meant to be some sort of experiment. Admittedly, a rather twisted one, but an experiment nonetheless. He had not meant to take it this far, but unfortunately, he did. Lance McClain has not spoken in over half a year. No one has noticed. (A/N: I would prefer if you did not leave comments on this fic. Thank you for reading.)

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘

"Harry what did you do?" Draco asked. "I-..." Harry hesitated. Draco moved so that his hands were now resting on top of Harry's shoulders. "Harry," he said softly. "What did you do?" Harry's face crumpled as he started to cry again.