After defeating Voldemort, Harry blames himself for all of the lives lost in the war. He feels numb and the only person that can seem to lift his spirits is his life-long rival, Draco Malfoy. *TRIGGER WARNING* Contains self-harm, suicide, depression, mild PTSD, and mild talk of eating disorders
Harry and draco are back for their 7th year at hogwarts and it's only been a month in but stuff has already started.. harry found Draco's journal and of course he read it.. WHO WOULDN'T!! He read a lot of Draco's feelings, moods, secrets, and the best part was a whole page on his kinks.. how they turn him on and which...
"soon you will see that others are more superior than others, Potter. I can help you there" Draco said putting his hand out, Harry smiled and lightly took his hand and shook it "just don't be rude to people who have a different blood status" Harry said looking up into the blonde's beautiful icy eyes "i'll try, Potter"...
Draco Malfoy is a veela. He has to keep this a secret, but more importantly he has to find his mate. From the moment his inheritance kicks in at seventeen, the more time he spends without his mate, the more pain he will endure. I know this is a really crap description but the story itself will be better I promise!