The horribly cliché yet strangely loveable plot device that allows Draco to be written as wildly OOC. Well. At least until he reverts back to his usual cold and awful tosspot self, that is. HPDM.

In which there is half-clothed hate-sex against a carriage window on the Hogwarts Express heading back to London. Except that...it's not really hate that Draco's feeling. HP/DM TWO SHOT.

Who said that Draco Malfoy couldn't change after the war? HP/DM slash. EWE.

It is Christmas Eve, the castle is deserted and Harry and Draco are trapped under a piece of charmed mistletoe from Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes which won't let them go until they have kissed. HP/DM ONE SHOT.