Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he's Draco's boyfriend.

It's a bright, cold winter morning, and the perfect time for Harry and Draco to try on some new traditions.

It's the first time, and it's not at all what Draco thought it would be. (Or what the author thought, for that matter.)

Draco's back for his eighth year, and with everything that's changed, these basic rules will soon be called into question.

With Hermione and Ron always together, Harry's return to Hogwarts to complete his education isn't exactly fun. Somehow, it's his unlikely friendship with Malfoy that keeps him sane.

Sometimes, Harry can't help but wonder why such strange shit always happens to him.

Draco returns to London to help the Ministry decipher a spell, but things aren’t quite as simple as they seem.

Draco wakes up wedded, bedded, and screwed.

As warming as the whisky was, he couldn't stay out here long without expecting to catch pneumonia. Or something dreadful like Christmas cheer.

From the prompt: Harry has always enjoyed the taste of the people he kisses, but he's never felt the spark that others describe. After the war there is a party at Hogwarts and he gets drunk, pushes someone he finds pretty against a wall and voila! An electric current! The next morning he can't remember who that person was, but MUST find him or her again.

Every Tuesday, Head Auror Harry Potter gets a new secretary, until one day he hires Draco Malfoy, who is oddly determined to find out why.

Harry Potter's new assistant is snarkily organized.

Harry and Draco have sex. Very, very slowly. Seriously, this is, like, 3K of penetration.

For the rest of his life, Draco will blame what happened this Christmas on the fact that he hadn't thought to bring a book.

I'm embarrassed to say that the title summarises the fic perfectly. But let me try something else: All Draco wants to do is study. That's what libraries are for. Study History of Magic, that is. Not Potter.