A Drarry fanfiction based upon a simple question - what if Draco had met Harry in a different way to how it happened in the books? I try to follow JK's basic storyline so it seems similar to the books and movies, but with some differences (obviously) to make the Drarry happen.

When Draco comes up with an idea to mess with Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, will he be the one who will get burned in the end? Drarry #wattpride #drarry If you're a first time reader, I highly recommend reading the new version! It's posted on my profile!

Author: Cassis Luna In which, Draco drinks a potion that allows him to see through lies. Harry, evidently blamed, must help him through the effects of the potion. For the first time, they see one another in a different light. DISCLAIMER: I do not own the plot nor the characters. This fan fiction is created by Cassis Luna, on fanfiction.net, just here to spread a beautiful story to others. All credits to J.K Rowling.

13 years after the war, Harry found himself very happy. He was engaged to Ginny and watched over his godson Teddy. What happens after a relationship breaking secret gets out leaving Harry and Teddy homeless? Read to Find Out ;) Disclaimer- I do not own any of these characters. They belong to the lovely lady, J.K Rowling. Cover is from google images but I edited on an app :D

The Wizarding World isn't done with Harry Potter yet. Seventh year had been a mess for the Golden Trio, and with Hermione's pleading, it's back to Hogwarts they go for an eighth year. Only, they aren't the only ones with hopes of making up a disastrous year. Enter wronged Hufflepuffs, uncomfortable epiphanies, a lack of pining for one's supposed The One... Dragons and Snakes, broken bottles, haywire spells... A snarky blonde-haired ferret with uncomfortable feelings, and a tired hero willing to give second chances... Hogwarts is in for a treat, and the adventures probably won't (or can't) stop there. -•-•- (And if you adore the new cover, all my thanks go to @infectedz0mbie ! )

1820s. John Lennon (24) works as the apprentice of a well-known portraitist and is tasked to do the picture of the young Mr Paul McCartney. He is the eldest son of Jim McCartney, a wealthy and powerful landowner, and has the reputation of an arrogant, spoiled brat with a pretty face, who has a way of wrapping anyone around his finger. But John soon finds out things are not as straightforward as they may seem. Pairing: John/Paul Rating: Nc-17 Set in: early 1820s, Jane Austen AU Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles. This is fiction and I do not make money with this. Author's note: This was requested to me a while ago and many of you seem excited for this so enjoy!

The relationship between John Lennon and his songwriting partner, Paul McCartney had been kept under tight wraps for years. After struggling to come to terms with the breakup of The Beatles, he starts to lash out and struggle with day-to-day tasks. His only comfort can be found in his beloved dog, Martha. Linda battles against her hurt as Paul begins to push her aside, attempting to keep her family together she fights against all odds to protect what she holds dear. Everything seems to be falling apart until one person walks back into Paul's life just at the right time. A few gunshots and everything Linda holds dear is gone, leaving Paul to pick up the pieces and correct the wrongs of his life. He gets one last shot at happiness and he wasn't going to blow it. He wasn't going to let Yoko Ono stand in his way. One day changes everything for him; December 8th 1980.

A/U: In highschool Paul is not the most popular kid, with a rough background. He meets John Lennon, a more popular lad. John finds out Paul's secret, why he's so down.. Can he help him? Warnings: Trigger warnings perharps, smoking, swearing and sexual content eventually. obviously mclennon.

John didn't move for a good minute or two. Then he set down his guitar and stood up. He walked over and sat down on the edge of Paul's bed and cupped the younger boy's face in his hands. "Paulie, listen to me. I'm in love with you. You. You, and no one else. I will never love someone the way I love you. Nor will I love someone to such intensity. I love you. I love you. I love you." Paul smiled. Because it was exactly what he needed to hear to put his brain at ease. "I know....I love you, too."