Harry Potter always thought that life following the war would be worth living. However, six months after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry finds himself overwhelmed with violent grief and an unwanted PTSD diagnosis. Exhausted, Harry seeks to be the teenager that he should have been, attending Hogwarts parties, meeting new friends, and discovering his sexuality. When Ministry documents leak the possibility of a hidden Horcrux in an alternate reality, Harry realizes that he never will find peace. Paranoia brings back dangerous old habits, and Harry is determined to end any chance of Voldemort's return if it's the last thing he does. In a freak accident, Harry finds himself on Earth's Echo, a seemingly perfect reality that has never been touched by Voldemort. The only problem: Draco Malfoy is unapologetically in love with him. It's a problem that Harry is willing to overlook if it means he never has to go back to the miserable life he was living - until he realizes that there's much more to this so-called perfect reality than it seems, and it sends Harry deeper into the universe than he ever wanted to be.

The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he's in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn't quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Post Hogwarts AU. Small amount of smut. 5.4K words.

After quitting the Auror department at the ripe old age of twenty two, Harry Potter finds a nice, uneventful job in an apothecary. At least, it's uneventful until his old rival Draco Malfoy comes into the shop. They strike up an unlikely friendship, which evolves into an increasingly convoluted scheme, which then snowballs spectacularly out of control into a tangle of lies and blurred lines. They'd agreed to a fake relationship ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ in Harry's case, to get the wizarding world to take him off his 'perfect saviour' pedestal, and in Draco's case, just to be given a chance in wizarding society at all ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ but neither of them expected just how difficult that might really turn out to be. Especially when the stakes grow ever higher, and they both start falling for each other. Just a little bit. ______________________________________________ •Written March 2017 ⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠⁠ ̶ May 2020• [Complete, 52k words] The first 5 chapters were beta'd back in early 2018 by @ItsATwix, @SimonTheVampir, & @drarryislifeforme; the first 7 in autumn 2019 by my friend @CoraWritesThings. Thank you all for the feedback! ______________________________________________ ______________________________________________ Title & original inspiration from '18' by Anarbor. (Photo featured on cover by Vasilisa A./Hoang Thien Nga [user: @lisaeeva] via Instagram; 'Le Pain Quotidien'. Link to original post in first chapter. All edits Mine.)

A short Drarry fluff-ball of a story (literally). A post-war story in which Harry becomes the new gamekeeper at Hogwarts and Draco becomes a very fluffy Animagus, much to his disgust.

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love. This is the Clean Version, which DOES NOT include smut, but it does still have references to it.

𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 ❀ the one where harry works as a florist, and draco comes in every day to buy one flower and give it to him. ❀ OR ❀ "I only work here part-time, stop asking me what all these damn flowers mean!"❀ ❀ modern day muggle au! ❀ TRANSLATIONS & OTHER THINGS (all can be found in my "translations" reading list) ❀ Italian translation by @accio_drarry__ ❀ ❀ polish translation is in the works! ❀ ❀ -luckystrikes 2019 ❀ ❀ please do not attempt to copy in any way, shape, or form! translations are almost always welcome if I am asked first! ❀

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing. Drarry fic! Explicit sexual situations depicted.

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.

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

Harry doesn't mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesn't. It's just - do they have to be so friendly? He's not prejudiced, really he's not. It's just - they've got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention he's attracting from everyone - the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair - and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him. When he's hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed - or cursed, by the look on Malfoy's face - with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harry's skin remains completely bare? [A Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfic] [Complete: 20 chapters / 114k words]