Draco Malfoy is in his seventh year at Hogwarts. Well, really his eighth, but after the war, his class was invited to come back and finish their education. His mother and father make him go, so he is forced into what used to be his home, but is now his prison. Students give him wary looks in the hallway, and teachers glance at his left forearm everywhere he goes. He is petrified by the way he must act, the way he was taught to act since before he could walk. But what if he didn't?

BEST: #1 in drarryfanfic - Draco Malfoy's biggest secret is the box of unsent letters under his bed, letters that are addressed to Harry Potter. The war is over and the students are returning for their final year at Hogwarts, everyone's ready for a relaxing year but for Harry and Draco it won't be easy. The two boys who are always at each other's throats are presumed to hate each other but could a single letter change that. All rights for characters and places go to JK Rowling

When Draco comes up with an idea to mess with Harry during the Triwizard Tournament, will he be the one who will get burned in the end? Drarry #wattpride #drarry If you're a first time reader, I highly recommend reading the new version! It's posted on my profile!

"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."