Blaise Zabini is the flirting machine of Slytherin. He gets who he wants when he wants them. That is, until Neville Longbottom. It takes a while for Blaise to understand what he is feeling for him, and when he does he tries his best to use his good looks and charms to his advantage, as always. The only problem is that once he becomes aware of his...feelings, flirting doesn't come as naturally to him as it used to. Who knew that it could be so hard to get his feelings across?

It's Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts and Dolores Umbridge has come to supposedly help the school but everything takes a turn for the worst. Unexpectedly Harry becomes close with the one and only Draco Malfoy, his old enemy... but is he really just a friend?

Harry and Draco are both starting as Hogwarts professors at the same time. Their students quickly start to get a slightly different impression about their relationship than Harry and Draco have.

"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."

16 and kicked out of his home, life doesn't look too good for Seamus Finnigan. Can an unexpected helping hand, an emotional roller coaster of a Christmas feast and confessions which are long since overdue turn it around for the better? As Seamus spends Christmas with Dean, he learns that family doesn't always mean being related by blood and home sometimes isn't a place, but a person that holds your heart instead. CONTENT WARNING: HOMOPHOBIA SWEARING MILD VIOLENCE

Drarry slow burn, fluff and maybe a little smut but you will have to read it to find out. NOT MY ARTWORK CREDIT TO ARTISTS OBVIOUSLY BEFORE PEOPLE COME AT ME Check out my other Drarry story - Earbuds and Reputation

"You were my miracle, and you saved me in every way imaginable." In which a hatred turns to a friendship, and a friendship becomes something more. ** this fic is completely unedited, rushed, and truly not thought though and slightly embarrassing but for some reason is getting a lot of reads