"𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝, "𝐢 𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞." 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐥. "𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. "𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭." *completed* It was meant to be a harmless joke. When Pansy and Blaise replaced Potter's Amortentia vial with Draco's cologne to fuck with them both, that is. But they couldn't have imagined the enormity of the consequences their prank would have. toxic!draco corrupts sassy!harry, add a sprinkle of ecstasy addiction and a saviour complex to keep it spicy and there you have it. hopefully i'll have you begging for a redemption arc!

"𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚," 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙮𝙨, "𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨." *completed* A new group of Voldemort wannabes have risen up since the war and it's Harry's job as an Auror to stop them. He can't let Lucius Malfoy get away a second time - can't let the new Horcruxes survive. But there's one tortured soul he wasn't expecting to find in the woods - and a hell of a storm brewing.

Hermione felt the pounding in her ears again. She would see him for the first time since the Great Hall, gaunt and stricken at the Slytherin table with his mother clutching his arm. She hadn't meant to look for him. Not in the corridors, not beneath the white sheets of the fallen, not on the way to the Chamber of Secrets with Ron, but she was a stupid girl.