"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."

in which two boys match on a dating app, and an awkwardness ensues. © 2018 ↯ plebeians- a harry potter fanfiction

drarry. angst. fluff. pansomione. bleville. Harry has PTSD and becomes withdrawn from everyone. Draco is the only one who can calm him down after a panic attack. Things seem to be running smoothly, until Harry argues with a close friend and Draco finds their new Transfiguration teacher suspicious.

*ONGOING* After the war, Harry Potter is left scarred and broken, placing all the fatalities and caused grievances on himself. But then, a certain blonde haired ferret stumbles his way gracefully into Harry's life and things certainly take a turn for the better. But alas, what is a year in Hogwarts without a bucket load of drama and somebody attempting murder? Will it end smoothly or will Harry and his friends have to face another war? (Sorry, I'm no good at descriptions, but it's Drarry and its really frickin cute, so please read!) WARNING: Bad Language, Abuse, Eating Issues, Depression, Self Harm, Suicide attempt, Homophobia. (Things get better) MOST CHARACTERS AND SETTINGS AND THINGS BELONG TO J.K.ROWLING.

You probably came here from the original Drarry Oneshots, so you already know what's up Original Drarry one-shots written by yours truly MAJOR WARNING: there are stories that involve sex, suicide, murder, and other mature themes! I don't put trigger warnings in the beginning of my chapters, but I'm warning you here. If you are easily triggered by sensitive content, please do not read! Your mental health comes before all else. Most of these stories ARE MINE!! I wrote them myself, and put in the work behind them. PLEASE, PLEASE, ASK before putting them in a book you have, and if you do put it in your book, please tag me as the original owner.

Original Drarry one-shots written by yours truly MAJOR WARNING: there are stories that involve sex, suicide, murder, and other mature themes! I don't put trigger warnings in the beginning of my chapters, but I'm warning you here. If you are easily triggered by sensitive content, please do not read! Your mental health comes before all else. Most of these stories ARE MINE!! I wrote them myself, and put in the work behind them. PLEASE, PLEASE, ASK before putting them in a book you have, and if you do put it in your book, please tag me as the original owner.

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.

Draco and Harry once again find themselves fighting, but what happens when Draco's spell goes wrong, and he has to take care of an even younger Potter? (I want to say that this isn't my book i'm just rewriting it for the one who had it posted on their account for they deleted it.)

harry and draco have always been rivals. that's just the way things were. were. past tense. everything is different now. the war is over but harry is broken. he has been broken so many times that he cannot begin to place back together his shattered pieces. he is a mess of torn photographs, faded and drained of color. he isn't sure how to escape the nightmares that have become his reality, dreams that are simply memories of times he has refused to think of, to dwell on. but somehow, when he's with draco, he feels everything he's refused to feel. draco, who he has hated all his life. draco, who has always hated him. draco, who is broken too. he never expected to find solace in the boy he was sure he'd never call his friend. but in him, he was finding so much more than he'd ever imagined. lowercase intended ☆2nd Place Winner in the 2020 Harry Potter Fanfic Awards for the Golden Trio Era ☆

"Just to clarify, I realize my cheeks are blushed. That is due to the alcohol." Draco chuckled. "You know you're only making it worse, right?" *** Draco Malfoy was not prepared for how exhausting it would be to return to Hogwarts. Not just did he hate himself, but so did everyone else. But was it really everyone?