Draco sighed. His anxiety flooded through every vein, it felt like a knife pierced through his stomach every time he saw Potter. Butterflies flew in his stomach... and for what? Why? Why did Potter make him feel like this? But he meant nothing to him, despite what Snape might think. Snape's been threatening to tell... Draco must keep his distance. Drarry (HarryxDraco)) My first fanfiction ever so lol

On a rainy day in their optional eighth year at Hogwarts school for witchcraft and wizardry, Hermione and Pansy play matchmaker for Harry and Draco using a game called truth or dare, kiss or swear. PSA: Not an original story