Description
(on break due to school) Soon to be 15-year old Veela, Harry Potter (Aka The Chosen One), has dreamed of many things. Freedom from his abusive "family". A way to shut out the endless insults and self-doubt. Release from the constant responsibility that came with being the Chosen One. And of course, he's dreamed of finding the love he'd been deprived of his whole life; ya know, just like any normal person who's loved ones kept dying on them. Someone to throw him a lifesaver and save him from the dark sea of his ever-worsening pain. But never in his wildest dreams, could Harry have imagined that that someone would be him. A certain, blonde-haired, arrogant, pureblooded, boy, to be exact. And Draco most certainly didn't imagine to feel the same way either. ( this my first actual fanfiction so please be nice) I do not own characters or the cover art I was inspired by some fanfiction I found on FanFiction.net (I forgot the name) and a bit of The Rise of the Drakens (really, really good FanFic) I update when I want...
Chapter 1
