Fenrir Greyback gets his revenge. Harry Potter is bitten, and now feels like his life is over. Who better to snap him out of it and show him that life is still worth living than Draco Malfoy? Inspired by The Beatle's song "Blackbird." Warnings: Mild Smut (not explicit) Language *I do not own Harry Potter. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a fan-fiction.

Mostly Drarry-centric but I will definitely be including other ships whenever the inspiration hits. *I DO NOT own anything in the Harry Potter Universe (be it in the Books or the Movie Adaptations). The is a work of Fan Fiction. fluff / smut / angst / mostly happy endings / boyxboy

It's Harry Potters first year at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry and so far he's managed to survive up until Christmas. Now the holiday season has rolled around and the two week vacation is days away. Unfortunately it seems Harry will be spending this Christmas alone due to the fact that his new friends, Ron and Hermione, are both going home to see their families. Then Harry catches word that The Malfoy Heir will also be staying for Christmas. What good could possibly come from this? A/N: This fanfiction starts while The Golden Trio is in their first year at Hogwarts and keeps going up until their later years. This means that it's a bit of a slow burn. First Chapter Published : August 2016 Last Chapter Published : November 12th 2017

The survivors of the Second Wizarding War return to Hogwarts after a summer of rebuilding and healing. Harry had been offered a position for Auror Training, which he quickly declined in favor of one final year with his friends at Hogwarts. He hoped that the year would bring nothing but normalcy and quiet as he begins to move on. Draco had been pardoned after Harry Potter testified in his and his mother's defense during the Trials. He had been released from Azkaban on the condition that he return to Hogwarts and complete his final year. It would serve as part of his probation. With his father awaiting the Kiss and his mother a permanent prisoner in their own home, Draco struggles to find himself as he picks up the pieces of his life. This chronicles their Eighth and Final Year at Hogwarts. *I don't own Harry Potter. All rights belong to JK Rowling. This is a fan-fiction. Drarry / Eighth Year / boyxboy / fluff / angst / smut (you've been warned!) 😘

After the war, Harry Potter becomes a talented Senior Auror with a penchant for injury in defense of his colleagues. Draco Malfoy leaves the country for five years and becomes an accomplished Specialty Healer. He comes back after he accepts a job at St. Mungo's Hospital. When they meet again, it's clear that Draco has changed significantly in the years since they attended Hogwarts together, and Harry finds himself strangely attracted to his former rival. But things never come easy for the Boy-Who-Lived, and that's not about to change now. *I do not own Harry Potter. All rights belong to J.K. Rowling. This is a piece of fanfiction. Trigger Warnings: Miscarriage (female, no mpreg) Violence Reference to Previous Non-Consensual Sex. Not Drarry, and not explicit or violent. Please note: No smut. Sex is implied, but not explicit.

"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."