Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

Literally, inseparable. Disaster hits. After a spell gone wrong, they discover they're bond together for the next week. Without being able to be touched, and without the ability to move further then a foot apart, Draco and Harry have to figure out how to live with each other. However, they soon discover its much easier then they thought. Harry learns he's more then welcome at the Slytherins table, and Draco doesn't seem to hate him as much as he used to. Could years of loathing actually just be childish squabbles? Did they actually just need more time to understand, and speak to each other? Was this the beginning of a new friendship, or something more then they ever could have dreamed? Heavily inspired by 'Hold My Hand'. Same sort of concept, but not the same writing or quotes. So yeah, credits here! ^^ Warnings: Violence, Strong Language, Sexual scenes. Updating every day except Friday (that's my catch up on writing day) Chapter length: 1000-1500 words

The Golden Trio all went back to Hogwarts to continue their education and so is Draco Malfoy. All the 8th years are sharing common room, and it so happened that Harry is sharing a dorm with Draco. How would it be, staying in the same room as your enemy? Or are they really are enemy after all they'd gone through? -sorry for bad grammars, this is my first story

It's the 8th year of Hogwarts, Harry has PTSD and is isolating from everyone. The few people that came back all share a common room and they have to share dorms. Harry has been acting quite weird and Draco is trying to figure out what's wrong. Draco is the only one who can calm Harry down from a panic attack or nightmare which brings them close... See what happens next :) WARNINGS: Self harm, talks of depression, and self hate.

[Book One: Brotherhood Series] There was no mystery to Milo Fleamont Potter, even if he was not the Boy-Who-Lived. He was the boy-who-survived. He was the boy that lost his parents and in many ways, lost his brother the same night that Voldemort attacked the Potter household. He was not graced with a scar, he did not bore a striking resemblance to his parents, but he held their stride and their attitude, even at a young age. A prophecy was not thrust upon him, but he had his own destiny to fulfill. [Cover by -voidlegends ]

Just a compilation of various scenarios in which Peter's class/Flash discover Peter knows or is related to Tony Stark. The chapters will not be related to each other unless labelled Part 1 and Part 2 or noted as such. I hope you enjoy it! Written in 2018. Not Flash friendly.

Musings and short stories written about some boys who go to a school for wizards. But definitely not the one that transphobe wrote about. We don't FWT. Part 2 of this book can be found on my page, believe it or not. (These headcanons were written many years ago, any messages of positivity toward JKR are, as of now, revoked. I would love to go through and edit all of them out but sadly I do not have the time.)

||#9 in 'adoption' ~ 7/15/2019 || Peter Parker is an orphan that lives at Golden Kids Orphanage. Ever since he was six he's been an orphan, and now he's fifteen, still searching for parents. Suddenly Peter Parker gets a Stark Internship, and begins to work with his idol the one the only, Tony Stark. But Tony begins to notice signs of abuse on Peter, and worries for his safety at the orphanage.

a collection of drabbles I wrote originally published on tumblr.

Harry Potter grew up in a magical world surrounded by people he loved. There was no Tom Riddle so therefore Harry was unknown to the wizarding community. But he would never change it for all the fame in the world. Little Prongslet was growing up to be just the little marauder himself with the help of Uncle Padfoot, Uncle Moony and Dad.