After spending the past few years as Auror partners, Harry and Draco have surprisingly become friends. More than that, Harry's been trying to work up the courage over the last few months to ask Draco out on a date. But his Valentine's Day plans are scuppered when an incident at a Muggle funfair turns deadly, and he's not sure if they'll even make it out alive. Drarry/Harry Potter Fanfiction. Post Hogwarts AU. No smut. 17.2K words.

"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."

[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia] Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident. After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity. ----- "Look, you're a doctor-" He started. "Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor." "You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital." "Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple? He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back. "The Mafia."

Eighth year at Hogwarts is going to be boring. That's what Draco Malfoy thinks when the Wizengamot makes attendance a condition of his pardon. After all, after letting Death Eaters into the school, failing to kill his headmaster, and being forced to serve a homicidal madman, how could finishing up his education *possibly* be interesting? Answer: a coveted Transfigurations advanced study position, Minerva Mcgonagall's surprising fondness for him, thestrals, tea with Hagrid, tutoring Harry Potter, Granger and Weasley's excessive PDA, and the perplexing nature of sleight-of-hand double-dates with Harry, Luna, and Ginny. And then, of course, there's righteously indignant (if misinformed) Weasley, Draco's own insecurities and flair for dramatics, and a long-suffering Kingsley Shacklebolt. If I can work in tie-switching and Great Hall relationship reveal I will, because those are some of my very favorite tropes.

When Draco Malfoy falls into a cursed sleep and can only be woken - at least, according to the Daily Prophet, that impeccable source of truth - by 'true love's kiss', Harry Potter knows there's no way on earth he's the answer to this particular riddle. Is he . . .? [A Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy fanfic] [Complete: 23 chapters / 153k words]

A Drarry Story. Set shortly after the war and during the first term of year eight. Harry returns to Hogwarts battling with PTSD and Draco has to return to complete his N.E.W.T.s as part of his probation. Hogwarts has been restored physically, but the school still needs to heal. Draco is being bullied and Harry steps in to help. It turns out that something as small and insignificant as a Golden Snitch may be the healing link for both Harry and Draco and for Hogwarts as a whole.

the stains that blotched their shirts were different; his from spilled coffee and hers from accidental cigarette burns. however, the stains on their bodies matched so beautifully. the red hickeys ethereally nested on her collarbones blending with the purple love bites trailing up his neck. [r. lupin] [highest: #60 fanfiction, #1 remuslupin] [warning: contains tobacco use & mature references]

As if NEWTS weren't enough, Dumbledore's gone and had another one of his 'bright ideas.' If all ends well, the Houses will be getting along in no time. Or according to Harry's correspondent, an Apocalypse will be in order. [OotP/HBP/DH disregarded] Story is complete.

Dumbledore is dead, Snape takes over his position as Headmaster, Voldemort has taken over the Ministry, and the battle of Hogwarts is approaching. People are disappearing more frequently and ending up murdered all over the place. And all Emma Baranov is worried about is people finding out who she really is, and the safety of her brother. She has no choice but to return to Hogwarts on September 1st, and she had never seen the school so void and dispirited... _____ Book 1: the carnival Book 2: common ground Book 4: someday _____ Started: May 10th 2016 Finished: December 27th 2020

Follow Emma into her sixth year. Getting more comfortable with the Weasley family, more comfortable with accepting the fact that Harry is her brother, and more comfortable with Draco Malfoy, Emma hopes for a normal year. But nothing prevents her from feeling as though Voldemort or his Death Eaters are going to find out who she is. And Harry's words from last term had scared her... ______ Book 1: the carnival Book 3: cessation Book 4: someday ______ Started: March 1st 2016 Finished: May 8th 2016