Being an Auror is not easy: the long hours, the paperwork... Add to that a loud and smug partner, whose favourite past time is to make fun of you by reading the most ridiculous excerpts from your fan mail, and you have an idea of what Harry has to go through every day. Except Harry doesn't really mind. In fact, he almost hates himself for finding the whole thing rather endearing.

"For the last time, Malfoy, I have absolutely no hidden agenda giving you your wand back." Harry brings Draco his wand back after the war and the rest is history. Hogwarts, fluff, humour.

And still they didn't talk about it. Because, surely, if they didn't talk about it, it meant it wasn't real, right?

Harry rescues Draco from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years. Draco is not as Harry remembers: with no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry's care, Draco needs Harry's help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself.

Harry Potter is an arrogant prick. And he likes fucking with Draco's head and well, other things too. 8th year - Humour - Slash. Sequel to Draco Malfoy is NOT attractive.

Draco Malfoy is not attractive. Not even one bit. Nope. 8th year fic - Shower smut - Denial is not just a river in Egypt.

Draco has his very own way of writing reports.

Once the cold settles in, it's pretty hard to find warmth again.

Cooking. The Muggle Way. Without any Magic. Definitely Draco's idea of hell. Unless, of course, it leads to much more interesting activities with one Harry Potter. But wait. Draco's into girls, right?

Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Potter has been hit by a mysterious curse and he needs Draco to break it.

Back in sixth year, Harry had spied on Draco on their way to Hogwarts, hidden under his Invisibility Cloak. Back in sixth year, Harry had ended up with a broken nose. Now two years down the road, in a similar situation, he might very well end up with something else altogether.

Not all of Draco's birthdays were good. Even though there might be light at the end of the tunnel, after all.

Draco has been through hell and he just can't take it anymore. It has to stop. He has to go. He should have known someone would think differently.

Lily could ask Father Christmas many things: a doll with glittering pink and purple robes, a stuffed kneazle like her cousin Rose's or even a colour-changing diadem like the princesses in the bedtime stories her Papa tells her. But she won't. No, this year, she will only ask for one thing: for her Papa and Daddy to get back together and be happy again. She can't wait.

It's one thing to discover you're gay at eighteen, another one to realise you have a crush on your long-term enemy, but you can tell things are definitely going to get complicated when you accidentally say his name as your girlfriend kisses you... HP/DM. Eighth year fic.

Right after the war, Draco has lost everything and is determined to end it all. Will the unexpected appearance of the Chosen One on his doorstep be enough to change his mind? One shot. Draco's POV