Haunted by his past, Harry Potter leaves in search of a new beginning. Draco Malfoy seeks redemption and finds a broken hero in the process. How do these paths collide and are there really such things as second chances? Complete/Edited. For those of you who've already read this, there's a bonus chapter at the end of Harry and Draco's first Christmas. Enjoy.

Harry isn't much for art, especially if that art involves Pansy Parkinson and her bloody gallery. But, perhaps he could be if that art involves Draco Malfoy.

It's a shame Harry's turned up at the Ministry's Head Auror feast with Ginny, but might he leave with someone else? Cue Draco Malfoy, clumsy confessions, and a bit of witty dialogue in my opinion. Inspired loosely by Kesha's, Die Young.

You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war.

"I was weak, Potter. I don't make a habit of it." The words are terse and do a fine impression of venom. "And you're one to talk- saving others because you can't save yourself. That's weakness. Too afraid to leave yourself in the care of others. You're no

A soon to be collection of Drarry ficlets. Requested prompts ranging in rating and plot. Or lack there of.

A songfic to Fun's We Are Young. It's Draco's turn to be carried home for a change.

"We've all said our goodbyes. It's your turn. Let him go. He's earned his rest." Lightly inspired by May Angels Lead You In. Character Death.

Professor Potter seems to have eyes for Draco. Perhaps it's all in Draco's head- a bit of wishful thinking. What's a Slytherin to do? Warnings inside. One Shot

Harry needs to feel pain. Draco needs to feel Harry.

A songfic inspired by Creep from Radiohead. Draco's a creep and a weirdo who doesn't belong here. Can that be what makes him special?

A songfic to Nothing by the Script. Draco leaves Harry. Can Harry change his mind, turn it all around? Or, will he have nothing?

My first attempts at Drarry. Written four years ago. Three stories. One pairing.

Harry reflects on his love of poetry and Draco Malfoy. A continuation of The Limit Does Not Exist.

Draco reflects on his love for math and Harry Potter.

Draco's always been a keen listener. Too bad he was never a man of words. With a hero in his bed, what more could Draco ask for? And when will these damn crickets hush up?

"He's trapped in a magic he's never felt, a gentleness he's never known. He feels, and that's entirely unlike him. He does the only logical thing. He runs." Harry and Draco.

The War isn't at all what they read or hear about. When the truth is known by those who can't be trusted, what's true anymore? Can a seemingly ignorant first year be the key to salvation?