Draco's work/life balance is more than a little out of wack. Between him never leaving the office and his years of trauma, is it any wonder the only person he'd be compatible with is someone living for their work while ignoring their own trauma?

Things don't always go the way we plan them. We don't plan to get sick. We don't plan to flunk. We don't plan to fall in love with our casual love interests. We most certainly don't plan to hurt them. ** Warning. Contains mature themes, language. Some people may find scenes within this upsetting.**

I, James Sirius Potter, am a God. Okay I pretty much suck in the classroom, but hey! Who needs exams when you're going to be a hot shot Quidditich player anyway? Nothing can stand in my way. Except, perhaps, a pretty, rough, French-but-not-really-French girl who may or may not have a thing for breaking my nose?