Throw in an overly eager Apprentice (or two), an insufferable speccy-eyed Auror, a battalion of red-heads, and a maddeningly infuriating Head Healer, and Draco thinks that maybe his chosen career path is more than he has bargained for.

Something's wrong with Harry's magic. Draco thinks he might just know how to fix it. (Or: Draco's been low-key flirting this whole time and Harry's still oblivious. Until he's not.)

Being in love is not a requirement for heartbreak. Not really. But love is. (Drarry oneshot. Established Relationship. Minor character death.)

Holiday Drarry drabble.

The stars never have aligned at exactly the right time for them. But then again, the stars never really did matter. At least, not to them.

The stars never have aligned at exactly the right time for them. But then again, the stars never really did matter. At least, not to them.

(Oneshot) She wondered when the world became less interesting than James Potter. LE x JP