his life is an array of dull grey colours. until he meets a scrawny boy with messy black hair and nerdy glasses one warm afternoon, and his life is splashed with bright colours he was never acquainted with. amidst awkward glances and soft kisses and silly self invented games, he suddenly realises that maybe bright colours aren't what he needs after all. [COMPLETED] [EDITED] [GOLDEN TRIO ERA] [cover by @v-xviii] • 3rd position in Harry Potter Fanfiction Awards

Harry returns to Hogwarts after defeating the Dark Lord just to have to fight again. Only this time it's a fight against heritage, instinct, and nature. Who will win?

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!