Draco Malfoy was going to marry Harry Potter. It didn't matter that he was only eleven and had technically only met Harry Potter two months ago. He was a boy in love. Harry Potter was confused. No one liked him. He didn't have friends or even acquaintances but Draco Malfoy liked him so much he wanted to marry him! Can these two boys make it through their Hogwarts years without driving the whole school mad?

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him *** It's so much better than it sounds, PLEASE I love this story. I read it all in one night. The first chapter is a bit confusing Lettered on AO3

"You're such a prick! I knew you hadn't really changed. You're just back to your old ways, torturing me." Harry can still feel Draco's hand around his arm. Their breath mingles as Harry's eyes rove around Malfoy's face. "You probably enjoy it too." "Immensely." They're so close that Harry could count Draco's eyelashes if he wanted to. "You're the worst," Harry gasps out between breaths. His heartbeat pounds overwhelmingly loud in his ears as he loses his senses. His eyes drop to Draco's lips again, and he swallows loudly, interrupting the silence that is only filled with the sound of their heavy breathing. "Fuck you Malfoy." ---- Harry is tired of being enemies with Draco. He has more important things to worry about. The most pressing of those being his real enemy, Voldemort, who is now at large. And then Draco starts acting suspicious and Harry wants to know the truth. He always tries to believe the best in people, but Harry is starting to wonder if there is any good left in Draco at all. ---- Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. Complete!

"You know what I think?" Harry leaned across the table. "I think you're afraid. You don't take risks like us Gryffindors." He scoffed. "Please, you Gryffindors are all wand-waving and no spell." Harry grinned, settling back into his seat. "Not me. I always follow through." "Prove it." Harry stood up and walked around the table. He leaned over Draco, one hand no his chair and the other on the table. Their faces were a mere inch apart, so close that Draco could see flecks of brown in his emerald eyes. "I don't see any follow-through," Draco taunted. And then Harry kissed him. Harry's hands fell to his shoulders so quickly that Draco teetered on his seat. Draco reached up and grabbed Harry's shirt in an attempt to catch his balance which resulted in the two boys falling to the ground with Harry on top. Harry's cheeks were red with embarrassment as he tried to get up. All he managed to do was knee Draco in the leg. Draco put his hands on Harry's hips. "Stop. Let me." In one fluid motion, Draco flipped them around so he was kneeling above Harry. "And for future reference," Draco smirked, bringing his lips down to brush against his. "I'm always on top."

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.

"Did I just see you kiss Draco Malfoy?" Ron asked, eyes wide. "Of course not, are you insane!? I was whispering to him how much I hate him..." Harry responded. "Is that Malfoy's quidditch jersey?" Hermione questioned. Harry rolled his eyes. "I lost a bet."

Blaine Anderson, McKinley Highs Badboy has his eyes on one Kurt Hummel, the fashionista who was never seen without a hat and a heavy coat. But what happens when Blaine finds out the reason for the extra layers, when he finds out what Kurt was hiding. NC-17 // Smut Beta: dontspeakjustread Cover by: The_Midnight_Wolf