We have always known Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy to be enemies, but have they really always hated one another? Or was their behaviour only a cover-up for how they truly felt? Set in post-war Hogwarts era, this book highlights a different interpretation of the story we all know. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters or other features in the universe.

(My first story )A strange game of Truth or Dare.

"You know what Potter... I think I'll take that offer," Draco began, walking closer towards me, backing me against the wall. "Wait, really?" I looked at him suspiciously. This was the boy who had hated me ever since I declined his handshake when we were 11... and now he was agreeing to help me. Something was up. "Yes Potter. Really. You said you'd do anything and anything means everything doesn't it?" I wanted to interrupt him there, I didn't mean everything, I opened my mouth to disagree but he carried on talking, not giving me a chance to answer. " I can use it to my advantage in the future. Who knows when I'll need it?" A smirk appeared on his lips as he eyed me up and down. I felt naked under his glance as I looked at anywhere except his face. Regret filled me once again. Maybe this wasn't the best plan, maybe I could back out now, and maybe I could just- My thoughts went blank as I felt a pair of soft lips collide with mine. Harry Potter could be considered good at everything.... except kissing. When he finds himself crushing on Ginny, who better to teach him the arts of kissing than the Draco Malfoy? Highest rankings : #1 in #Harry-Potter #16 in #drarry #1 in #youth #2 in #lgbt

"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."

"Do you trust me?" "With all my heart." ***** What if it WASN'T Ginny Weasley who sent Harry Potter a musical Valentine in his second year? What if a simple prank sparked a special friendship, or even something more? But the relationship is more fragile than glass, threatened by emotions, darkness and enemies drawing ever closer. Will it survive? Or will it shatter under the pressure of war? And let's not forget that Valentine's Day still comes around every year... ***** First published: 14/08/2014 Completed: 09/03/2020 Highest ranks: #38 in Fanfiction (20/12/2017) #13 in Drarry (23/02/2020) #215 in LGBT (12/06/2021) #1 in Harry (03/01/2022) #1 in Valentine (27/08/2020) #2 in Prank (19/01/2021) #4 in Angst (02/03/21) ***** "Love this chapter. Well, love any chapter. This book is amazing!" ~ @Rikke95 "THIS IS THE CUTEST AND MOST ADORABLE DRARRY FANFIC EVER! AND I REALLY LOVE HOW THIS ALL FITS TO THE ORIGINAL STORY! THANK YOU!" ~ @psychopathfangirl ***** I don't own Harry Potter, any characters, or the pictures on the cover, but this is MY story so I hope you will appreciate that and not replicate anything that doesn't already belong to JK. I will be taking aspects from the films AND the books, but not all events will be exactly the same nor in the right order to fit with my story. I can't promise regular updates - writer's block (a LOT!), social life (not so much), work (up to my ears), etc. Nevertheless, hope you enjoy! :-) OCCASIONAL TABOO LANGUAGE, MILD SEXUAL REFERENCES AND DARK THEMES - VIEW AT READER'S OWN DISCRETION

Harry is back at Hogwarts for yet another year with his friends, but instead of the excitement that he usually feels to be returning to his beloved home, he finds himself feeling nervous. He isn't sure why because everything is going well for him: he's doing well in his studies, he's got the girl he had always dreamed of and he and his friends are closer that ever, so why does he has a nagging feeling of worry? Enter Draco Malfoy, the school heart-throb, blonde hair and grey eyes. He makes all the girls swoon, yet for some strange reason Harry feels something more than hatred towards the slytherin. As they always said, there's a very thin line between love and hate. Throw in some problems with Ginny, arguments with his friends, and countless encounters with his nemesis Draco Malfoy and you get the year where everything is about to change! A/N ALL credit goes to J.K.Rowling, as she created the wonderful world of Harry Potter. This is merely a fan writing because she loves the book. Anyway I hope you enjoy. Also remember that this is a PG 13 and there is some language that might not be appropriate for younger readers. You have been warned, so please don't read if you don't like it or passionate scenes. Thanks.

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

His mother. Dead. His childhood. Gone. Midoriya once dreamed of being a hero, saving people, defeating villains. But fate did not favour him. The fire. the outstretched hand. the chance at avenging his mother. An innocent child who was learning about the cruel reality really was. Midoriya no longer found the world to be a safe place. Nor did he want it to be. A/N: For the sake of this story, Dabi has been aged down to 18 while Midoriya is 16.

Izuku Midoriya was born to be a ray of sunshine. Someone who gave hope to anyone he graced with his smile. Someone who would do anything for a friend. Someone who would give his all no matter the cost. For the most part, Izuku is. He smiles in the face of everyone who mocks and scorns him for being quirkless. He defends anyone in trouble no matter how much they hate being saved by a 'Deku'. He hugs and reassures his mother whenever she worries for him. He lives life as happy as anyone else. Or at least that'd be true if Izuku were an idiot.

Ahhh yes Dabideku shall live on **THIS IS A DISCONTINUED BOOK** IT WILL STILL BE UP BUT ITS DONE BEING CHANGED AND ADDED TO! STOP COMPLAINING ABOUT UPDATES ITS ANNOYING.