A post-war, year-eight Drarry story in which Draco decides that he wants to make some serious changes in his life and stop pretending he's something that he's not. And in which Harry has decided to take on the Wizarding World head on because he's fed up with their stuck up, staid, and bullying ways. Along the way, their attraction to one another become very apparent, though there are some who disapprove of Harry's choices. Emo Harry, blue-hair Draco.

Harry is late to potions class and gets seated beside Malfoy for a potions project. Each pair has a specific potion they must brew that causes a different emotion. When Draco and Harry realize what emotion they got, things take a turn right into sexual. (Will have smut) (Unedited, has spelling errors)

Author : Stylophile A monumental cock-up in Potions leaves Harry and Draco contending with more than mutual enmity, and a strong desire to utter all manner of profanities.

Draco wants to start over. He never expected that Potter would help. Drarry Fanfiction. 5k words. Tattoos and tentative beginnings. (Edit: while Wattpad servers are processing the updates, it seems to think the story is finished at the end of each part. There are five parts and you can get to them all in the table of contents if it's not letting you click next after each part.)

Harry can't seem to find out what's wrong with him. He's got a good life, a beautiful wife, and three amazing kids. So why does it feel wrong? Draco hates his life as-is. His wife is ready to divorce him for anyone on her string of lovers and his son doesn't really care about him. But what could fix it all? When these two souls mingle once again for the first time since Hogwarts, it can only be described as a wonderful disaster.

A final year of school. The Golden Trio has made a truce with the Slytherins and that quickly turns to a friendship. But Harry and Draco suddenly seem obsessed with each other. Draco refuses to sleep. Harry refuses to eat. What is happening to the two boys? (NOT FINISHED)

FINISHED FANFICTION! READ IF YOU LIKE GAY HARRY POTTER STUFF!!! So this story is inspired by my Potter head friend @potterheaddrarry101 (so you guys can go make her fanfics famous) Harry bumped into the person he hated the most, well at least, will hate the most, yet, would someone's potion make them see each other differently? READ FOR THE CRINGE AND ALL DA CHARACTERS BELONG TO J.K Rowling, THE COVER ISNT MINE AND ONLY THE STORY IS MINE SO OOF

Hey guys, so this is my first ever story on here so I hope you enjoy it. This story contains depression, self harm, abuse and maybe a bit of smut. If you find any of that disturbing then just don't read it xx

"I know that we will never be a real couple, but we can at least be nice to each other Aneel" I told him. I've had enough. Tears were starting to prick my eyes, but I didn't let them fall. He looked over at me in a weird expression. Like if I died in front of him, he wouldn't care. "You don't get it, do you?! I. will. never. love. you! I will never care for you. You wait, every day, for me to come home and have dinner with you like normal couples do- you are pathetic. You are nothing! Absolutely nothing to me. You are not even worth my words. You are a loser who has nobody- your parents? They are just like me. They knew that you were worthless and wanted to get rid of you" he said angrily. I was not angry at him. He was telling the truth. I'm nothing. Never was, never will. I nodded. He was right. He was so damn right. Sahra Ali is eighteen years old when she gets married. It was not a marriage out of love, no, she was forced into it. Shre grew up being abused. Her parents sold her for money. No parent would do that, so are her so called parents her real parents? She is trying to survive this marriage, because she believes in Allah and knows that He had a good reason that He gave her all these pain. Aneel Osman is a badboy who wants nothing to do with Islam. He was a muslim when he was younger, but when something bad happened, he blamed Allah for it. Deep inside he knows that it is wrong, but shoves that thought away. He began doing the things Allah prohibited. There was no one to hold onto or to pull him out. He kept falling and falling. And when he has to deal with that girl his parents wants him to marry, he is losing himself more and more. Read the description in the book for the fully version! This is a short draft! ~ Salaam guys, this story is edited! Almost everything has CHANGED and it is now a mature story. I like how it turned out. Thank you for all your support! It still contains small grammar mistakes. You have been warned:)

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)