Due to his mother's death, Lucius Malfoy demanded Draco went to Durmstang to learn the dark arts that aren't provided at Hogwarts. It wasn't until his fourth year that Draco ended up in Hogwarts with his best mate, Viktor Krum. It wasn't until his fourth year that he met The-Boy-That-Lived.

Trailer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEvguFLTJGI "How could you? I loved you! How could you do this to me?" I cried, tears streaming down my face as I stared at the boy I thought was my true love. "Jen. You're got to listen to me. I-" Draco started walked towards me and I backed up. "Don't come any closer. I don't want you anywhere near me. Dumbledore my last family left and you took him from me! I'll never forgive you for this. Never!" I cried. "Jen, please listen to me. I didn't kill him-" "Liar! I don't want to hear any more of your lies. I saw you with Dumbledore and I heard the spell so don't even try to lie to me! Did you even love me at all? Or did you just get close to me so you could find out my grandfather's weakness?" Draco looked shocked and he took another step towards me. "Of course not! I love you, Jen and I always will. I had no idea that Dumbledore was your grandfather-" "Liar! Just stay away from me. I'll never forgive for this. You can go rot in hell, Malfoy." "Jen-" "NO! Stay away from me! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! You bastard!"

Harry and Draco have never gotten along, but after the war it may change. A drarry story taking place after the war. It includes ptsd and some maybe sensitive topics. My first story! All characters belong to the transphobic prick J.K Rowling

"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."