Summary:

Harry never expected a conversation over returning Draco's wand.

"I never hated you. I was fucking jealous, alright? And it took me all of that to realise that I have no fucking idea how to like someone. And maybe I spent years fancying you all wrong, but it doesn't matter because it's me. It doesn't matter because you're gonna get on with your life and you'll never have to see me again and you can go and have forty fucking ginger babies and maybe one day years from now I'll have finally gotten over you and we forget this ever happened. Thanks for saving the world, sorry I was a prick, have a nice life."

Harry can't cope, especially when his group of peers is sent back to Hogwarts to finish their interrupted Seventh Year. And Draco Malfoy is wholly unprepared for facing the love of his life every fucking day now that he knows.

OR

Draco's been in love with Harry this whole time, finally confesses, and then forced proximity ensues. Character development (people can change, y'know?) plot, spice, and sickly sweet fluff. This is everything you want: a story about queers, by a queer, for queers. PLEASE READ THE TAGS‼️