The war just ended, and the world has been saved. But Draco Malfoy and his family are now facing trial, and Harry has to wonder whether he should reveal what he knows. Summer ends, and the students have been invited back for an 8th year. How will Harry and Draco act now that they have been freed from their obligations? What will they do, and who will they become? A drarry story, may include mild cursing. If you notice any spelling or grammar errors, feel free to comment. I appreciate the feedback! All rights to characters and plot before the events of the book belong to J. K. Rowling and any other relevant parties. I will not make any money off of this book. Cover picture by @smallkindofdisaster 11/26/19 - #1 on drarry 08/23/20 - #1 on harryxdraco 10/28/20 - #1 on harryxdraco

Festina Tempus (Rewrite) -Harry Potter Fanfiction- A rewrite of my completely Drarry fanfiction Potions Class Gone Wrong In short terms - Harry is shrunken down and Draco is somehow saddled with responsibility and takes care of him. One of those fics. Potions was never Harry's best subject. And really, it wasn't his fault Malfoy didn't count the stupid ingredients for himself! This was, in no way, absolutely NOT his fault... Right? Meanwhile, Draco is being stubborn while slowly loosing his mind. He had to be losing his mind. Otherwise, mini-Potter wouldn't look so adorable. Word Count: 31,251 Thank you to my two lovely editors that made this story less shitty and more bearable to read, until I left you in the dust at chapter five, I'm sorry :( @Ang315 @Grimtales234 COMPLETED ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO J.K.R.

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.

"What are you going to do, walk up to Malfoy and say, 'I know you've been an utter prat for almost five years but do you think you can stick your cock up my arse, so that I won't die a virgin?'" Ron asked with a resigned sigh. Before Harry could so much as roll his eyes, a new voice spoke up. "What an intriguing offer." The drawling voice had their eyes widening. Harry was filled with mild horror and drowning in embarrassment. Merlin, help him.

Harry's ready to banish the Golden Boy image and take charge of his life. Unfortunately for him, or fortunately, there are surprises in store for him.

"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."

Defense Against the Dark Arts can be rather boring when Snape is filling in for the teacher who mysteriously wasn't there. What better way to ease the bordom that to pass notes with the so called enemy?

Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free...

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I'm supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Harry's come is trickling out of my arse as I say 'I do' and promise to love and cherish Blaise in sickness and in health. The love of my life is preparing to leave the country as I smile for photographs. The excruciating agony of my heart shattering nearly brings me to my knees on what ought to have been the happiest day of my life.