"Harry couldn't believe it, he just couldn't. Everything had been going so well and then this happens." What happens when an accident causes The Boy Who Lived and The Boy Who Had No Choice to be bonded together for a week? Read this story to follow a tale in which two boys haunted by war are bonded together for a week and must work out their differences and learn to, at least, tolerate each other... or maybe something a little more. A.U: 8th Year Hogwarts Notes: No Heavy Smut, Semi-Slow-Burn I do not own any of the characters in this story, they all belong to J.K Rowling and the Harry Potter franchise.

After the battle of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy ran away from the death eaters and returned to Hogwarts for the eighth year. This year, Hogwarts decides to do a student exchange program between the houses. Four unfortunate students are picked from all of the eighth-year students, one from each house, and they are put into one of the other three houses for a whole month. What will happen when Harry Potter is chosen and transferred to Slytherin to share a dorm with his arch-enemy, Draco Malfoy? Warning: I have been writing this story since middle school, I'm now in highschool and about a quarter of the way through. The updates are not regular and this story will likely not be finished soon, so if you're looking for a complete story this isn't it! It is a slow burn after all. Includes: Drarry, Romione, Heterochromia! Draco, and a teensy (and I mean teensy) bit of amortentia to spice it up a little. Rivals to friends to lovers, slow burn (of course), probably won't be outright smut but there will be some tense/suggestive scenes and implied sexual scenes.

Have you ever thought for one second, that I've felt something towards you, other than hate, Potter? There's a fine line between love and hate. But I wouldn't necessarily call it love. Maybe lust. Anyway, it's impossible. You hate me. We're enemies. It's merely impossible. •• Trigger warning: mentions of self-harm, eating disorders, etc. [Highest achievements #3 in #Fandoms, #1 in #Drarry] I dont allow translations, sorry!

When two rivals are forced to speak, so as to not die of boredom, a mutual friendship is born. But when Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter both reveal secrets that not even their friends know, they strive to help each other in any way possible. It starts off on the train ride home after 6th year (This is a story my friend and I made together by role play texting, but I'm going to make it in bookish form. This is an original story) Btw abuse alert at the beginning of the story I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR PLOT JK ROWLING WAS AMAZING, IM JUST ADDING GAYNESS

Draco and Harry both return to Hogwarts for their seventh year and have some feelings for each other they need to deal with.

"potter! i heard you got a secret admirer!" the voice laughs. ALSO ON AO3 WITH CORRECT GRAMMAR AND MISTAKES: "Secret Admirer" by "blissfcll"

As if Harry's year wasn't bad enough already. Now he has to have a Potions tutor too? Why can't the universe be on his side for once? Oh yeah... he's Harry Potter. Set during 6th year. Warning(s): mild language and (Eventual) Draco/Harry and everything that Drarry entails! Not your ship? Get off and swim.

"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."