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For my beloved @phoebe-delia. Happy birthday!
Knitting wasn’t so much a decision as an accident—a Draco special, as it were, something only he could pull. It was his second week living in Harry’s place, fighting with the fire, poking and poking until fuck, he fell and ripped right through the throw blanket Molly-Bloody-Weasley made. With her own legendary two hands. Wrecked with guilt, with fear, with fuck-fuck-fuck and the never easing feeling this was it, the thing that’ll break it, this delicate peace between them, the thing that’ll make Harry—anyway, Draco had to fix it. Had to try. So he picked up a needle, and made a whole new mess.
The house wasn’t good for it, for him. In that it was, too good, far too good for his restless fingers, for his fuck-it spirit. Right at the edge of the forest (“Not out of the woods yet, are we, Potter”), far enough from the stream to be quiet, where he could think. Big windows to sit at and stare and stare and stare, waiting for deer to appear in the clearing, unafraid and light as rain. And rain—lying on Harry’s jacket in the attic, clutching his hand as thunder and chaos pelt the roof, always threatening to break through. Never succeeding—never even frightening, with Harry’s hand in his. With Harry’s heart in his smile. In the Cm’ere, in the shh, in the kisses, more delicate than any peace could ever be—
So he picked up knitting, when Harry was outside with his logs and his chainsaw and his fuck, no shirt on. And he took drawing, as Harry lay on the carpet before the fire working on his letters, radiant, smiling back at him—what? What’s so funny?—and he started gardening, a small patch in the back of the house, tomatoes and turnips and peas. He had too much, too much time to do everything, to do anything, to be free and—and he loved it, he loved it so much he felt sick. And Harry, and the habit of taking his hand all the time, the habit of looking him deep in the eye, of looking fond. How is anyone meant to survive this, being loved by Harry Potter? Making ceaseless fucking mistakes, and still being kept, still being held and kissed and treasured? How?
Like this: no decisions, per-se, but accidents, and chances and why-nots. And no shirts, and cooking from his own garden, and Flooing Molly with tears in his eyes (“Please please please teach me—“) and laughing like crazy, and fuck-its, and making the new throw blanket Slytherin green, because why not. Because it matches Harry’s eyes, those fond ones. And sitting very still and looking out for deer, for foxes and rabbits and squirrels. Waiting naked on the bed while Harry’s in the shower, happy-birthday—and singing at the top of his lungs, I just wanted you to know, this is me trying—
Accidents and mistakes, this was him trying. Dunno, seemed to work.
(Day 4 of @flufftober! Find all previous ficlets here, or on AO3!)
#flufftober2022#day 4#Harry Potter#drarry fic#500 words#prompt: supporting silly quirks/hobbies#edge of the world in a little corner drarry#taylored ;) ;) ;)#love you phoebes#only good things this year#rockingrobin'sflufftober#rockingrobin69#extremely soft M (mention of nudity)
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May Flowers! Today's theme is Flowershop AU.
Check out last week's post, Language of Flowers, here. Today's post includes a guest rec from @mystickitten42, identified by this 🏵 flower! Thanks Tara!!! Have a rec you think belongs in this series? Send me a DM! Drarry unless otherwise noted.
🌹 Inked by @arrowofcarnations // M // 44K // Wolfstar // this was such a darling fic - I absolutely flew through it and fell in love with these two. Sirius as the mysterious new next door neighbor with his tattoo shop (and tattoos 👀), Remus with his quiet, unassuming flower shop. too good!!! A+ banter, slow burn, RHPS references ✅✅✅
“Sure.” Remus grinned wryly. “You can discuss the badassery of various plantlife with all the little old church ladies.”
🌹 Six Bloody Months by @jet-playin-around // E // 14K // you'll be cheering by the time these two move from idiots to lovers. A+++++++++
He swept into the flower shop at least once a week, bringing coffee and those “sand biscuit”… things, and browsing the display bins and shelves. Sometimes, he’d leave with a bouquet or a potted plant; sometimes, he'd spend the time chattering away about whatever came to mind, seemingly forgetting all about flowers.
🌹 Pansies on My Skin by @melanoradrood // E // 12K // Paneville // I recommended this back in January but you better believe I'm back again to tell you how much I love this fic. sweet, awkward Neville flips a switch and takes bad bitch, inked pansy down for the count. 🔥🔥🔥 this art from @artofcrumbs? ALSO 🔥🔥🔥
“Neville,” she said, staring at the plant. “Did you... did you bring me a potted pansy?”
More recs, including art and podfics, under the cut!!
🌹 There’s a Thunder Inside My Heart (It’s a Wonderful Pleasure) by @serenecalamity // E // 9K // ok this is maybe only 5% flowershop AU and 95% Harry having a daddy kink and I am HERE FOR IT. 🙌
Just because Draco lived in the Muggle world now, didn't mean that he had cut off ties with the Wizarding World completely—he didn't think he would be able to do that if he tried, given it was all he had known growing up—so maybe there were a few spells that he used to help him around the shop that gave him an edge compared to other flower and plant boutiques, and he and Neville Longbottom actually talked at length and shared a lot of tips when it came to Herbology.
🌹 A Garland of Pansies by @agentmoppet // E // 8K // Pansmione // the PINING. the FLIRTING. the BOUQUETS. all SO good, 11/10 would recommend.
Snarling, she pushed herself away from the wall and descended the stairs. Halfway down, the rich, calming scent of flowers hit her, and at least thirty percent of her hangover vanished as a smile appeared on her face. She always loved that the florist shop’s aroma didn’t quite reach her flat above it. It kept the olfactory association limited to her work, rather than blurring the lines between the two and making her sick of the overpowering florals. And that meant that every time she entered the shop, it was like the first time all over again.
🌹 Camellias: Red for Desire by @maraudermandy // E // 6K // Charlie/Angelina // this was the first fic I've ever come across for this pairing! super hot and fun, both pretending to be muggles until George throws a wrench into things.
Charlie opened the door and Angelina’s hand squeezed his as a gasp left her lips. She stood in the entryway as her eyes roamed over the displays of florals and colors. She had never seen so many florals in such a small space. There were intricately made bouquets displayed as well as buckets of individual flowers sorted by type and color. She wasn’t familiar with too many muggle flowers, though he didn’t need to know that, and Herbology was never her best subject, but she couldn’t help but be in awe at the beauty surrounding every corner of the shop. He turned and looked at her, blushing at the bright smile on her face.
🌹 A Tree Starts with a Seed by @aokinashi // G // 5K // accidental bonding, precious bean Scorpius, seven days without touching that these two keep accidentally resetting? SO good. plus, the artwork is absolutely gorgeous!!
“Welcome back.” He said instead, because he was a reasonable, functional adult in his late twenties, with duties and responsibilities, and absolutely no time to cultivate a crush on Draco Malfoy, of all people.
🏵 Pensées d'Attirance by @orpheus87 // G // 2K // "A gorgeous, fluffy, feel-good fic filled with all the best things: mutual pining, mysterious colour-changing flowers, brilliant yet insecure Draco, oblivious Harry (who blushes adorably), and a wonderfully supportive (and meddling) Narcissa." @mystickitten42
It became a daily routine. Around nine-thirty am the bell above the door would chime and Harry would walk into the shop. Draco couldn’t help but notice that his mother never seemed to be around to help serve, so he found himself dealing with Harry’s increasingly strange requests for flowers and plants.
🌹 Flowers for Walburga by @chlobliviate // M // 1922 // Wolfstar // had a genuinely good chuckle over this one. love meddling Lily, Remus in a flower shop, Sirius wanting to fuck with his mum, both of them getting a date out of the situation!!
“No, no. I was wondering if you could help me. We have a mutual friend and she told me that you know the meanings behind different flowers and I,” He paused, “This is going to sound horrible probably, but… I would like a bunch of flowers that says ‘fuck you' in the most passive-aggressive way you can manage.”
Art & Podfics!
🌹 A Tattoo to Match by @pinkelephant42 // T // art // Draco/Neville
🌹 Consider the Daffodil by @janieohio, podfic by @anaxandria-writes & @evaeleanor // T // podfic, 11 minutes
"Well, you look good," Harry said, then felt his face heat when he replayed what had come out of his mouth. "I mean the shop. It looks like you're doing well."
🌹 Where Flowers Bloom by @smolbus // G // art // Scorbus
#booktopus fic recs#may flowers#flower shop au#flower shop#drarry#drarry fic#fic rec#hp fanfic#hp rare pair#paneville#pansmione#Charlie x Angelina#wolfstar#Draco x Neville#Scorbus
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25 Days of Drarry - Day 5
Day 5 of 25 Days of Drarry
Prompt E -- Christmas Cat
Image Description: A small fluffy cat (or older kitten) sits on a cream-coloured mat upon a wooden table. It is a long-haired ‘ragdoll’ cat with brown-grey tortoiseshell ‘colourpoint’ markings upon its face, legs and tail, and varying shades of cream-coloured fur on the rest of its coat. The cat is diagonally facing our right while its gaze off to the left. It wears a festive collar which sits underneath its long neck fur, but a row of three pointed knitted/crocheted triangles can be seen, which are green with white lace-like edging and have a red bobble on the end of each one.
Tags: Domestic Violence, Cheating (both not between Harry and Draco and not in detail), getting together, hurt/comfort
Read more under the cut or here on AO3.
Dec 5th
“Oh hi, Kitty, who are you, beautiful?”
Ron snorts next to him. “Nice baby voice, Harry.”
Harry ignores him in favour of this beautiful ragdoll cat in front of him. The white fluffy cat rubs around his legs and purrs, bumping its head against Harry’s chin until he bends down and starts petting its head.
“You are the most gorgeous thing, aren't you? Yes, you are! Yes, you are!” he continues to babble while Ron starts tapping his foot.
“Shift starts in ten minutes,” his best friend says and Harry sighs.
“I’m sorry, gorgeous,” he apologizes to the cat. “But I have to go and catch stupid dark wizards. Maybe we’ll see each other again.” Harry pouts and straightens his body. The cat meows as if in agreement and jumps away through the cold December air.
When Harry starts to follow his best friend toward the Ministry entrance, he can’t shake the feeling that something is different about this cat.
Dec 6th
The cat is all but forgotten after their encounter the previous day. As soon as Harry and Ron had set foot into the DMLE office they were swamped with information about their current case concerning an illegal potions ring that dealt with murky potions and remedies. More than twenty people were brought into Mungos this past month and the wizarding society was becoming restless. None of the victims had any recollection of buying any potions much less who they might have gotten them from. Harry hated to admit it, but they were kind of clueless in the whole ordeal. As if he wasn’t stressed enough in his private life already, with Ginny and their very public break up and the hassle of getting a new flat. Luckily, Ginny and he were still friends, both agreeing that they were better off as friends. Still, it stung a little.
When Harry leaves the Ministry building at seven this evening he’s pleasantly surprised to see the cat again, sitting in front of the entrance as if it's been waiting for him.
“There you are again, gorgeous,” Harry smiles and squats down to scratch the cat behind its ear. Soft purring noises are the answer and Harry chuckles. “You love to be pampered, don’t you kitty? Well, as you should. You deserve nothing but the world, let me tell you.”
Harry continues to pet the soft fur and rub under the little chin, the cat's eyes closed in bliss. He keeps praising the animal and once again this strange feeling creeps into his mind that something is different about this cat.
“What are you doing here, kitty? Do you have a home?” Harry asks. He doesn’t know why he expects an answer but of course, there’s none. Instead, the cat meows and starts walking away. Harry watches until the cat is around the next corner, sighs, and apparates home. He desperately needs a holiday.
Dec 7th
“Harry, you know that you can still tell me stuff, right?” Ginny asks with a wicked smile on her face. They are sitting at their - no, Ginny’s kitchen table. Harry had to collect his last few things and Ginny invited him to stay over for dinner. After they finished the delicious soup Ginny prepared for them, they switched to drinking wine and talking. Luckily Harry is off work the next day.
“What do you mean?” Harry asks and takes another sip of his Chardonnay.
“Come on, you’ve been kind of absent the whole evening. Thinking about someone special, eh? Someone blond and cranky, I assume?” Ginny continues to laugh into her wine glass. “It’s okay,” she says.
Nothing’s okay in Harry’s humble opinion. He feels his face heating and sniffs petulantly. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says but Ginny shakes her head. “It’s true!” Harry exclaims because while Ginny may be right in some sort of way it a) doesn’t matter because the blond in question has a boyfriend and b) he really hasn’t been thinking about that someone. “I’ve been thinking about a cat.”
Ginny raises her eyebrows. “I didn’t know that you were thinking about adopting a cat?”
Harry shakes his head and takes another sip. “I’m not. There’s just been this cat in front of the Ministry building the last two days. And I don’t know… I have a weird feeling about it.”
“A weird feeling?”
Harry shrugs his shoulders. “Yeah, I don’t know. I can’t describe it.”
Ginny hums softly, her eyebrows still raised. “Anyway, when are you asking Malfoy out?”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, Ginny!”
Harry hides his face in his hands and Ginny laughs.
Dec 9th
“Hermione, I'm telling you, it was the same cat! In my garden! The garden of my new flat that I moved in just last week.”
Hermione chuckles next to him while they walk through the Ministry corridors toward the DMLE offices. “You know that there are a lot of cats running around? Even white ones?”
Harry rolls his eyes. It’s annoying that none of his friends are taking him seriously in this matter. “I know that,” he replies. “But this cat is different. I swear there’s something up with this cat!”
“Harry!” Hermione yells and halts. Harry turns back to her. “This is just like your obsession with Draco all over again!”
“I am not obsessed with Draco! Why is everyone saying that!”
“Oh Harry,” Hermione grins and hooks her arm through his. “I’m sorry that he’s got a boyfriend.”
Harry huffs but lets himself be pulled along the hallway. “Not that it is any of my concern,” he starts and feels Hermione chuckle already again next to him, “but Charles is an arsehole and Draco deserves better.”
“That is actually true. I’ve got to run now, I have a meeting,” Hermione says, they’ve reached the DMLE hallway.
“That you cannot talk about, Madam Unspeakable, yeah I know. Have fun,” Harry says and presses a kiss on her cheek.
“Exactly. Say hello to my husband for me, will you?”
“Course.”
Dec 10th
“To Ronald, who once again proved why he will be Head Auror next year! Cheers!”
“To Ron!” their colleagues and Hermione yell back to Harry, who raises his pint glass. The pub is packed, the Aurors occupying three big tables in the back, celebrating the end of the potions case. Harry feels warm with pride when he watches his best friend kiss his wife, cheeks red and eyes glinting with happiness.
When they both started at the DMLE a few years ago, everybody was, of course, predicting that Harry would be the number one Auror and will be the youngest Head Auror in history. Harry always knew that Ron would be the one in that position. Harry was all instinct and force whereas Ron was both of that paired with an impeccable strategic mind. That’s also how he managed to crack the potions case. Afterward, they sent a whole team to the hidden warehouse and busted the entire ring. He has it all and he deserves all the praise. Harry is incredibly proud.
“I’m gonna head out for a quick smoke,” he tells Sarah who is sitting next to him so she lets him out of the booth.
“You should quit that,” she replies but still stands up.
“Yeah, yeah I know,” Harry grins. He knows that it’s a nasty habit, but he likes it too much. It’s also always a good excuse for him to have a few minutes for himself.
The air feels freezing when Harry steps out of the overheated pub. He stops in front of the entrance to light his cigarette, takes a deep drag, and holds the smoke in his lungs. He feels himself relax a little and looks up.
There it is again. The cat. Slowly making its way toward him.
“Hey kitty,” Harry says and wants to bend down when the cat abruptly stops and starts meowing. It’s loud. Harry furrows his brows, immediately alarmed. “Everything okay, gorgeous?”
The cat just keeps meowing, as if it wants to scream in Harry’s face to do something.
“What’s wrong?” Harry asks and drops his cigarette. The cat starts shaking and suddenly walks again, making its way to the alley next to the pub. Just then Harry realizes that the cat is limping.
He follows the cat into the dark alley, his Auror instincts forcing him to push out a blast of his magic, checking the area. There’s a sudden glow coming from the cat.
“What are you?” he whispers. The cat stops and turns around slowly. One second the cat opens its mouth and lets out a gut-wrenching pitiful sound and in the next, there’s a human lying on the cold, hard concrete.
“Har-ry,” the person coughs and then slumps.
Horror spreads throughout Harry’s body and then he’s moving, taking the man into his arms and immediately apparates.
The lights at Mungos are blinding him but Harry starts walking anyway. “Help! I need help!”
“Auror Potter!” a nurse shouts and walks over to him.
“I need help,” Harry continues, choking through the lump in his throat. “Draco’s unconscious and I don’t know what happened!”
Dec 11th
Harry hates Mungos. Being here means being hurt or watching someone else being hurt. Someone like the man he’s been secretly in love with for the past year. The man he was convinced would never be more than his friend. The man he hasn’t seen much for three months, ever since Charles. The man who is now blinking his eyes open, looking pale and fragile under the white bed sheets.
The healers have patched him up quickly. Luckily the bruises on his body were mostly superficial. The force his head had been hit with and that was responsible for his unconsciousness was another issue. Harry had asked them about ten times if Draco was going to be okay before a nurse had forcefully grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the room. They allowed him back when they were done, promising him that Mr. Malfoy would be perfectly fine as soon as he woke up. Now his body just had to rest.
So Harry went in and fell into the chair next to the hospital bed, where his love was lying and recovering from the violence he had to suffer through for Merlin knows how long. Harry had received a message from Ron not two hours later that they had Charles was taken into custody, his bruised-up hand evidence enough for the moment. Draco’s memories will be the last proof to press charges against that prick.
“Hey,” Draco whispers when he recognizes Harry next to his bed. It’s five AM and Harry feels exhausted and restless at the same time.
“Hey,” he whispers back and crumbles, tears making their way down Harry’s face, dripping onto his shirt.
“Harry,” Draco chokes out and grabs his hand. Harry gets up only to collapse into Draco’s arms, knowing that the man is okay, physically at least. Draco’s arms immediately wind around his shoulders, a hand sliding into his curls. “I’m okay,” he mumbles over and over again until Harry relaxes a little and sits back down.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Draco swallows. “No one knows that I’m an animagus.”
Harry scoffs and wipes away the last of his tears. “You know that I don’t mean that.”
Draco nods, his hands fidgeting in his lap. “I don’t know. I don’t know how it happened or why I stayed. I don’t know,” he repeats and shakes his head wildly. “I’m so stupid.”
“Hey, stop that!” Harry exclaims and takes one of Draco’s hands in his. “This is not your fault, it's his. You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Draco swallows again. “I tried. To tell you. That’s why…”
“That’s why you started coming to me as your animagus,” Harry finishes for him. “Why me?”
“I wanted to feel safe. You make me feel safe, Harry,” Draco whispers, clenching Harry’s hand in his.
Harry can’t help himself. He lifts their hands and places a soft kiss on Draco’s knuckles. “I know this is not the time and this is no pressure on you and won’t change anything about me being there for you. But Draco, I- I love you,” Draco’s eyes widen and his breath hitches, but Harry continues, “I love you and I will always be there for you. You will get through this and I will be by your side in whatever way you need me and you want me to be. You are safe, you are loved and you will never ever have to go back to this arsehole, I swear that to you.”
There are tears running down Draco’s face, but Harry thinks that he can see a tiny smile forming on his lips.
“Thank you.”
Dec 24th
“Tomorrow’s Christmas,” Draco mumbles, his face burrowed in Harry’s neck. He’s a comforting weight on top of Harry’s body where they are laying on Harry’s couch. The living room is dark, the only source of light is the crackling fireplace.
“I know,” Harry says and presses a soft kiss onto Draco’s head. He still cannot believe that this is his life now. Spending every possible minute with the love of his life. Knowing that they are safe and as happy as they can be. There’s still a lot to work through and they are taking it slow. Harry doesn’t want Draco to feel pressured into anything. But Draco assures him that he just feels happy. And in love. Turns out that Draco has been in love with Harry too, for over a year. But Harry was with Ginny. And then suddenly there was Charles who wanted to be with him. And who made him feel good. Until he made him feel very bad about himself. Up to the point that Draco could only leave the flat in his animagus form that Charles didn’t know about. Until he caught Draco changing that night and showed him exactly what he thought of that.
Harry still shivers when he thinks about that night. Still feels nauseous when the pictures of Draco being hurt float through his mind.
He grabs Draco a little tighter every time.
“I think this will be the happiest Christmas I’ve ever had,” Draco says and closes his eyes.
“For me as well, my love. For me as well.”
Day 4 -- Day 6
#25 days of draco and harry#25 days 2022#25 days of drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#drarry#domestic violence#cheating#hurt/comfort#getting together#fluff
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Second Chances — a Drarry AU
This is my: Dark-ish!Powerful!Harry, Prostitute!Scarred!Draco, Voldemort won the war AU.
Draco’s heart broke when he realized Harry wasn’t waking up during the final battle and tried to kill Voldemort himself and is cursed into slavery as punishment. Harry returns, after missing or 7 years to find the Wizarding World so much different than when he left it.
The room was heavy with incense. Harry could feel it enter into his lungs and flood his bloodstream. It sent his heart racing as he felt a heat begin to spread across his body. Draco turned, leading him gently into the foggy room, laced in silks and false opulence. Despite the horrors that this room represented, he seemed to glow amongst it. An angel locked away in a false paradise.
“It’s an aphrodisiac,” he casually responded mobbing Harry towards the large 4 poster bed. He stopped short of it and stilled, taking a moment to wave his hands across his body, gesturing at the white hot scars riddling his pale alabaster skin. His eyes twinkled in mirth and self-disgust.
“You know, in case this was too unattractive.”
Harry swallowed, stepping closer to Draco’s warm body. He gripped his chin and lifted his head, forcing his steel grey eyes to look into his. He was going to kill them all. Every last Death Eater that hurt Draco. Every last bastard that raped him, marked him, made him cry. He was going to rip the heart out of the monster who ruined him.
Shaking his head, his hand gentles as he caresses the scar across his cheek. Barely a whisper. “You’re bloody fucking beautiful.”
Harry said it with such certainty. Oh, how long had it been since there were any words of affection whispered to him. His mother was long dead and his father most likely still groveling at the Dark Lord’s feet. Draco hadn’t known genuine affection for a long, long while.
He could feel the hot tears begin to trickle out of the corner of eyes. His cheeks stung. It had been years since he cried. He thought his heart had dried out and his eyes too tired to give him another tear. How pitiful of him. The once haughty little Malfoy heir, so broken and hurt that the simple words of the once-Savior would render him a wet mess. With a soft whisper, filled with desperation. Draco gripped the edges of Harry’s thick cloak, pressing himself against his broad body, so different from when they were children.
“Then please Harry,” Draco begged, “Please, fuck me.”
#drarry#drarry au#dmhp#dracoxharry#drarry fanart#peachbabypie draws#draco giving me sailor moon vibes and I’m all for it#powerful dark harry makes me hot in ways i cannot explain#Magic circle tats for reasons that I’m not gonna explain#Draco is scarred but Harry kisses every single one of them#Draco learns to love again#basically#whump#huzzah!#peachbabypie writes#TW; forced prostitution#TW; rape#TW; Dark Au
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Written for the prompt ‘Space Song’ by Beach House from @drarrymicrofic
Word count: 312
Drarry microfic: Space Fascination
When Harry found him, he was sitting in an armchair, curled up into a little ball and a blanket wrapped around him. He was clutching a book to his chest, clinging to it like it was the only thing that kept him upright.
Harry walked further into the living room, crouching down in front of the armchair. Draco’s steady breaths caressed Harry’s face, his silver eyes hidden behind closed eyelids.
With gentle fingers, Harry brushed a lock of blond hair behind Draco’s ear. “Draco?” Harry whispered softly.
Draco made a sleepy sound in the back of his throat, leaning into Harry’s touch. “Hmmm…”
“What are you doing here, love?” Harry asked, watching as Draco awoke slowly, blinking his eyes against the soft light of Harry’s Lumos.
“I…” Draco looked around, confused. “I guess I fell asleep again.”
Harry chuckled, shaking his head. “You fell asleep reading about space again?” He nudged the book in Draco’s arms, ‘The Magical Wonders Of The Universe’.
A blush crept up Draco’s neck, wide-eyed and excited. “It’s really fascinating, Harry!” he exclaimed, sitting a bit straighter in the armchair. “All those theories! It’s all falling into place! Did you know that stars—”
“You can tell me everything about it tomorrow”, Harry interrupted softly, a fond smile playing around the corners of his lips as his fingers traced the sharp lines of Draco’s jaw, “but it’s time for bed now.”
Draco nodded, yawning as he crawled out of his armchair. He followed Harry into their bed, the sheets wrapping around them, a cocoon of safety.
“Goodnight, love”, Harry mumbled into Draco’s hair, placing a kiss on top of his head.
“Hmmm… goodnight, darling.”
And just as Harry was about to fall asleep, the edges of his mind already emerged in a world full of dreams, Draco’s voice sounded around the room. “But did you actually know that stars—”
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Prompt from 3rd of September 2021
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Harry Potter fanworks by Acari
This masterlist covers all Harry Potter fanwork by Acari from 2021 onwards. Earlier non-HP stories can be found on AO3 (if I decided they were allowed to survive online). Most HP fanworks are Drarry. I also love Regulus an unreasonable amount and have recently fallen under the spell of Pandalily. It seems I'm also writing Jegulus now.
Blanket Permission Statement:
I give blanket permission for translations, fanart, podfics, remixes or any other type of fanworks that build on anything I have created. I only demand that proper credit must be provided.
And just so we're clear, JKR can fuck right off. And if you support TERF shit, you can too.
My A03 | last updated: 01.11.23
I love writing microfics and random ficlets when inspiration strikes. They do eventually end up on AO3 but your best bet is browsing my acari writes tag. Expect anything from fluffy gen to kink, mcd and explicit murder, mostly Drarry with Pandalily, Jegulus and Wolfstar mixed in.
A few examples:
Joint -- Pandalily, cottage core cannibal lesbians | [...] he won’t be a problem anymore.”
Give In To the Love -- Draco, dancing under strobe lights...
Saviour Complex -- explicit | Draco knew the signs, knew when Harry needed to forget himself; forget the Boy Who Lived and obligations and duty and being Chosen.
Curio -- It was Draco's first time visiting the Burrow as Harry's boyfriend, and Harry was apprehensive. Just a tiny bit. "Oh, please," Draco scoffed, "I'm a delightful guest."
When He Was Draco -- trans!Draco | When he was six years old, he stopped answering to his birth name and insisted on being called Draco instead.
Magic is Might series: Voldemort won. Everything is terrible.
Redress and Redemption | dark | The annual gala celebrating the end of the war was in full swing. Draco had gone all out for the fifth anniversary. Everybody who was anybody was gathered in the ballroom of the Manor, sipping champagne and taking turns on the dance floor. "You're being rude, dear," Draco admonished and squeezed Harry's hand, the edge of Draco's signet ring biting into Harry's skin.
Do Not Let Good Blood Go To Waste | non-con | Harry/Ginny | Ginny looked up from where she sat on the bed–white sheets, white covers, antiseptic. The corners of her mouth ticked up, but the smile did not reach her eyes, until her gaze flickered over Harry's shoulder. Draco kissed Harry's cheek. "Have fun, darling."
Love Letter -- animation | text by me + animation by @mystisblom
Fanfic (>1k words)
The Day Bleeds Into Nightfall
Regulus/James, 4,8k, Explicit |
If this was Regulus' last night on earth, he would use it to ruin Sirius' favourite thing. James was in a gay Muggle club, all by himself. Regulus would send him back ruined.
Wormwood
Regulus Black, 14k, creepy shit
[...] and a great star fell from heaven, blazing like a torch, and it fell on a third of the rivers and on the springs of water. The name of the star is Wormwood. A third of the waters became wormwood, and many died from the water, because it was made bitter. (Rev 8:10–11)
or: The Life and Death of Regulus Black.
Human
Drarry, 28k, werewolf!Harry
(Official Summary) Harry isn't dealing well with being bitten and turned into a werewolf. Draco isn't dealing well with Harry packing up and leaving like a thief in the night. Things come to a head in a forest cabin in the German Ore Mountains.
Postcards Of A Life Well Lived
Luna/Harry/Draco, 1k, ace!Draco
She came into their life like a gentle whirlwind, eating their food, drinking their wine and telling them stories of the world's rarest magic
An Improbable Bout of Summer Madness
Drarry, 16k, dad!Draco, artist!Draco, shop owner!Harry, soft boys
Draco had planned a quiet, peaceful summer holiday with his son. The last thing he expected was to find Potter here, in Draco's little Cornish retreat. Making fudge in a shop? The idea was too ludicrous for words. (In which alarming amounts of sweets are consumed, Cornwall is thoroughly explored, Scorpius is a darling boy, and Harry Potter is a horrid assault on Draco's sanity.)
The Problem of Non-Euclidean Geometry
Drarry, 1,2k | Two straight lines in a plane that do not intersect at any point are said to be parallel. (Or, 1.2k of angst and geometry)
In the dark
Drarry, 1,3k | eighth year | Draco wants Harry every way he can have him, but Harry only wants this.
Podfic
Still Warm, Still Warm by tsauergrass
Drarry | 38 min | bee keeping | The oranges ripened and grew heavy; the branches dipped under their weight. They picked some for breakfast every morning: Harry twisting the fruit off with a snap, Draco carefully tugging each one off. Harry peeled an orange and handed a wedge to Draco. Their fingers grazed, and Draco took it. The tender flesh; if he pressed just a little harder with his fingers, it would burst into a juicy mess. Harry is up to something. Why else would he keep giving Draco presents?
Nascent/Descend
Drarry | mcd | ~5min | "There was debris everywhere. The Bombarda Maxima trap had brought down half the building. Draco found himself lying face down amongst the rubble, his head ringing like a bell..."
Outtakes, snippets, assorted randomness
Six Sentence Sunday tag
acari writes tag
Recs and fandoms of yore
Tumblr acari recs tag: May 2021 - now | HP only except Sterek Recs For Beginners
my AO3 bookmarks: mostly HP and SGA, fic, fanart, podfic
Dreamwidth recs tag: 2002 - 2012 (imported from LJ) | fic, art, vid, podfic | multifandom, lots of Lotrips, SGA, Teen Wolf; minor HP, H50, King Arthur, Merlin...
Pinboard recs tag: If you want to know what I like (aside from making lists) go here. Look at my tag cloud and you know what makes my fannish heart sing. Also, tons of fannish resources bookmarked over there, especially older stuff from LJ.
#acari writes#masterlist#drarry fanfic#drarry squad#drarry fic#acari recs#acari podfics#regulus black#pandalily
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Wizards Hearts Recs: Holiday Fic
Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.
Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!
📜 East of Eden by WriteSprite
Rated: Explicit
Words: 41,122
Tags: Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Parseltongue, Dirty Talk, Rimming, Biting, Drinking Games
Summary: When Harry receives a dodgy brochure for an island vacation, he isn't sure he should attend. After a bit of a push, he decides to go for it and winds up spending the week in paradise. At least it would be, if it weren't for that pesky blond git.
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📜 Take My Hand by daisymondays
Rated: Explicit
Words: 12814
Tags: Summer, Summer Romance, Pining, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, First Kiss, Drinking Games, Harry Potter Has Dimples, Draco Malfoy Can't Cope, Fluff, Sharing a Bed, Auror Partners, Draco Has Feels To Spare, Anal Sex, Blow Jobs, Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Meddling Friends, Touching, Soooo Much Touching, HP: EWE
Summary: Draco has long resigned himself to pining after Harry... that is until an invite on the annual Ministry holiday gives him a chance to change everything.
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📜 December Never Felt So Wrong by MaesterChill
Rated: Explicit
Words: 50001
Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Angst, Mystery, time skip, 00's Music Sung Badly, Fluff, Amnesia, A niffler, 25 Days of Draco and Harry 2018, curse magic, Knitting, Sex, Cuddles, Blow Jobs, First Time Sex, wanking, Advent Fic, Christmas, Magical Artifacts, Falling In Love, Magical Theory, drarry dads, Rimming, Memory Loss, A tiny bell, Sharing a Bed, Dad Jokes, Cursed objects
Summary: 'Twas the month before Christmas and sixteen year old Draco Malfoy had never felt worse. His attempts to kill Dumbledore were failing and, as usual, Harry Fucking Potter was a constant thorn in his side.
All that suddenly changed when Draco woke up 15 years in the future and discovered that not only was he allegedly shagging Harry Fucking Potter, he also had thinning hair and a five year old son, and no fucking clue how he got there.
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📜 Tell Me the End at the Beginning by harryromper
Rated: Teen and Up
Words: 36591
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, St Mungo's Hospital, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Hermione Granger, Christmas, Christmas Tree, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Christmas Presents, Christmas Decorations, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Food Hall Turkeys, Advent Calendar, Healer Luna Lovegood, Kreacher, Minor Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley, Yule Logs, Misheard Christmas carols
Summary: St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway.
Or: Harry's an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy's wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas.
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📜 Too Cold Outside (For Angels to Fly) by gracerene
Rated: Explicit
Words: 62688
Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Post-Hogwarts, Creature Fic, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Veela Draco Malfoy, Veela (Harry Potter), Auror Partners, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Draco Malfoy, Aurors, Case Fic, Murder Mystery, Mild Gore, Advent Calendar, Christmas, Drinking, Scotland, United Kingdom, Muggle London, POV Alternating, Coffee Shops, Past Character Death, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Dean Thomas/Ginny Weasley, Crime Fighting, Duelling, Burns, Blood and Injury, Bars and Pubs, Getting Together, Romance, Light Angst, Happy Ending, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Anal Sex, Riding, Shower Sex, Hand Jobs, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, 25 Days of Harry and Draco 2019, Switching, Wings, Wing Kink, Veela Mates, Mating Bond, Anal Fingering, Bonding, Dirty Talk
Summary: The Auror Department and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures are working to create a new division partnering human wizards and Magical Beings in order to more effectively police crime involving any and all classifications of Magical Creature. Auror Harry Potter jumps at the chance to join the pilot programme, but he starts to regret his rashness when he discovers who he's to be partnered with: Draco Malfoy.
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📜 If the Fates Allow by Saras_Girl
Rated: Mature
Words: 80957
Tags: N/A
Summary: What's that crackling in the walls?
Harry has no clue at all.
He'll eat some cake and drink some wine
Because he is completely FINE.
--A story about life's disregard for our plans.
[2017 advent story]
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📜 A New Peace by MalenkayaCherepakha
Rated: Explicit
Words: 5566
Tags: Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Semi-Public Sex
Summary: Of all the people Draco expected to walk into his cafe in Muggle London, Harry Potter was not one of them.
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📜 flashback, warm nights by warmfoothills
Rated: Mature
Words: 13068
Tags: Deathly Hallows AU, or more specifically, the godric’s hollow christmas shitshow of 1997, but with ron and draco!, and no snake-animated corpses!, instead:, Grand theft auto, a lot of blood, teenage fugitives, a time loop, Horcrux Hunting, one psychopathic quinquagenarian, Bodily Injuries, the ~power of love, Breaking and Entering, hospital food, questionable headwear, kissing in the backseat, kissing in the freezer aisle, Kissing in the Snow
Summary: “What’s killing me is that I actually quite fucking like Christmas, festival-for-a-personally-irrelevant-religion-turned-commercialised-garbage-holiday though it may be, and now I’m stuck in the perpetual almost-there of it all with an idiot who gets himself cut up every time no matter how differently I try and do things!”
“Killing you?” Potter asks. “I thought I was the one who’s about to get my torso sliced into?”
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📜 All Must Draw Near by Saras_Girl
Rated: Mature
Words: 61080
Tags: N/A
Summary: Harry doesn't have time for rumours; he has a shop to run. Which is just as well, really.
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📜 With A Little Help From Hermione by naarna
Rated: Teen and Up
Words: 6983
Tags: N/A
Summary: Secret Santa at Hogwarts with every House participating in the name of unity... And Hermione suddenly finds herself in the position of a matchmaker.
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📜 Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout
Rated: Teen and Up
Words: 29793
Tags: University, Wizarding World of the United States of America, Americans, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Librarian Harry Potter, Harry Potter Has a Pet Snake, Parselmouth Harry Potter, College Student Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Anxious Harry Potter, Baby Gay Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Harry Potter, Friendship, Family Dinners, Halloween parties, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Romance, Misunderstandings, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, H/D Fan Fair 2019, Secondary Theme: Book Fair
Summary: Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.
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📜 The 12 Dates of Draco by Drarryismymuse (Hatchersn)
Rated: Explicit
Words: 16808
Tags: 12 Days of Christmas, Light Angst, Christmas Smut, Anal Sex
Summary: Holiday dialing, desperate attempts at reconciliation, and 12 blind dates with Draco Malfoy... oh my! OR The day Harry just can't seem to get past. But what is the universe trying to tell him? And when did Draco Malfoy get so bloody fit? He's got 12 days to figure it out.
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📜 Christmas Is For Sex (and Love), So Give It To Me by GoldenTruth813
Rated: Explicit
Words: 53218
Tags: PWP, Established Relationship, Christmas, Bondage, misuse of frosting, making gingerbread houses, coming without touching, Blowjobs, Fingering, anal penetration, Rimming, misuse of fairy lights, Praise Kink, Nipple Clamps, erotic massages, Lingerie, Harry in Lingerie, Butt Plugs, Masterbation, Dirty Talk, Overstimulation, Topping from the Bottom, Ice Play, misuse of snowballs, misuse of brandy custard, veritasium, Public Sex, misuse of christmas candles, Wax Play, floating blow jobs, bubble baths, Candy Canes, misuse of candy canes, sex with feelings, Clubbing, naughty letters, babysitting teddy, Edging, healing past trauma, really so much more than sex, but lots of sex too, spiked hot cocoa, Drunk confessions, Anal penetration with a foreign object, french!draco, Switching
Summary: Draco buys Harry an Advent House, intent on helping Harry create all new holiday memories, and have a lot of great sex in the process.
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📜 As it Should Be by leo_draconis
Rated: Mature
Words: 5670
Tags: N/A
Summary: It's Christmas Eve, and Draco's world has just shattered around him. Will a Christmas miracle give him a second chance?
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📜 Dream by the Fire by GallifreyisBurning
Rated: Mature
Words: 11431
Tags: Fluff, Christmas Fluff, Non-Explicit Sex, No Angst, seriously no angst whatsoever, Getting to Know Each Other, Getting Together, Coffee Shop Owner Harry Potter, Writer Draco Malfoy, Tattooed Draco Malfoy, Magical Tattoos, Memory Magic, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Wizarding History (Harry Potter), Friends to Lovers
Summary: When Draco Malfoy resurfaces in England after eight years abroad—tattooed, pierced, and wanting to take over a corner of Harry's coffee shop to work on a writing project—Harry can't help but be intrigued. Where has he been? What is he working on? Why here? And why does he have to look so stupidly hot with all those tattoos?
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📜 The best Christmas he ever had by gnarf
Rated: Teen And Up
Words: 1965
Tags: Christmas, Christmas Fluff, Christmas Party, Post-War, Fred Weasley Lives, Christmas at the Burrow (Harry Potter), Mutual Pining, Drinking, Dancing, Family Feels
Summary: Christmas had never been less appealing to him than this year. That was until Arthur Weasley showed up at his door, dressed as Santa, inviting him to the Burrow.
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📜 The One Where Ginny Keeps a Secret, Sort of by Theartfulldodger
Rated: Teen And Up
Words: 4039
Tags: Fluff, Christmas, Established Relationship, Non-Linear Narrative, Group Vacation
Summary: Harry is determined to have a good time with Ginny and Pansy for a trip to NYC over the winter holidays, even if Draco can't join them.
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📜 Adventures in Truth and Texting by fluxweed
Rated: Explicit
Words: 7981
Tags: Texting, Drunk Texting, Sexting, Veritaserum, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Auror Harry Potter, Drinking, Christmas, Advent Fic, Awkwardness, everyone has phones, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE
Summary: Former Death Eaters are being targeted with a Veritaserum curse – it’s permanent, and makes victims speak aloud their every thought. Luckily, it’s easier to control when writing – and Hermione is trying to introduce Muggle technology to the wizarding world.
An advent fic featuring texting, identity struggles, and a Draco Malfoy who will literally not stop talking.
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Addicted to Weed - Chapter 3
Characters: Jake Tweneboah (MC), Sienna Trinh, Jackie Varma (Mentioned)
Summary: Sienna finds out about Jake’s weed problem
Rated - M
Taglist: @princess-geek @secretaryunpaid @arnikki-2406 @choicesficwriterscreations @riana-drarry @treasure-seeking-elf @lisha1valecha @yourresidentplayer @schnitzelbutterfingers @aussieez
Sienna tossed restlessly, unable to find a comfortable position. As far as couches went, it was true that Jake's was pretty comfortable, but it was day four of her sleeping there, and she was really missing sleeping in a bed.
Jake had seemed to get a little irritated with her that night, but Sienna suspected it didn't have much to do with any withdrawal from the Weed. It was more likely Jake was just unused to having a houseguest, and missed having his apartment to himself and Jackie. But Jake had been fairly tolerant about Sienna hovering over him for the better part of the week. He even looked better than he had for the past several months.
Apart from looking a little tired, Jake seemed to practically be himself again. He was rattling out statistics like usual, reading books like some people ate candy, and had been remarkably amiable. He had been smiling a lot more, and sometimes talked to the Doctors besides his past roommates about things unrelated to work. The night before he had even asked even asked everyone if they wanted to go out to eat after work, and several of them had. And Sienna hadn't missed the fact that Jake seemed to be getting along with Ethan finally outside of work.
Sienna rolled onto her back, still unable to get comfortable, but she couldn't help but smile a bit.
Her smile faded and she stopped moving when she heard a soft noise come from Jake’s room. She lay still, but didn't hear any more. She frowned. It could have been her imagination, and the more time that passed in quiet the more she thought that's what it was. She was about to close her eyes when she heard it again, more clearly. It was a whimper, this time followed by a soft, but clearly terrified "please."
Sienna was halfway down the hallway before she realized he didn't remember having made the conscious decision to even get up. That was probably because she had been waiting for Jake to have a nightmare for the past several nights. As she reached the door Jake spoke again, this time his voice laced heavily with panic.
"No. Please," followed by a soft sob. "Please don't. Please."
Sienna entered the bedroom, not needing to turn on a light, as Jake always slept with the dim lamp on his bedside table on. She quickly dropping to a knee by the side of the bed, and grabbed the man's shoulder. "Jake, wake up, man. It's just a dream."
The attempt at comfort did not have the desired effect as Jake flinched and let out a strangled cry. A tear seeped from under closed eyelids. It was the first time Sienna had seen Jake cry since the night she had visited him in the hospital when his mother passed in Georgia. True, he had teared up a bit when talking to Sienna about his difficulty with the photos on his first case back, but this was different.
Sienna gripped Jake's arm gently. "Come on, wake up. It's alright."
Jake batted feebly at Sienna's arm, trying to push her away. "No,no,no, please, no," he chanted, his chest hitching with quiet sobs.
"Tweneboah!" Sienna raised hrt voice in attempt to draw Jake from his nightmare. It may have been the first time he used the man's last name.
It worked, and Reid snapped awake, bolting up, his dark eyes darting across the room as if trying to locate any monsters hiding in the corners that had followed him from his dreams to the waking world. His eyes finally settled on Morgan, but he still looked terrified. "I don't want to be buried alive," he said desperately.
He cringed. He remembered seeing the half dug hole in the graveyard in Georgia and the shovel beside it. Though Jake hadn't talked about it he assumed that someone had been making the young man dig his own grave, and that had always disturbed him greatly. The idea that he may have been planning to bury Jake alive was even worse.
"Nobody's going to bury you alive" Sienna had to work hard to keep the steel edge of anger out of her voice at the thought of someone doing that to a person who she considered a brother. "You're at home. You're safe here."
Jake blinked a few times, his eyes starting to focus a bit more. He sat up and shoved his blankets aside. He ran a hand over his face, trying to wipe away the tears, and Sienna didn't miss the way his hand was shaking.
"You alright?" Sienna asked. Jake did not respond, but instead remained sitting with his head bowed, hair falling forward to hide his face. Sienna reached over and touched his shoulder again.
Jake flinched away, almost violently this time. "Don't," he said. "Don't touch me."
"Sorry," Sienna said softly and let her hand fall away. "Do you want to talk about it?"
""No," Jake said harshly
"It would probably help-"
"I'm not a kid," Jake snapped. "Stop treating me like a child just because I act younger than you. "Jake got out of bed and stood, his posture aggressive. "I don't need you hovering over me all the time," he practically growled before he stormed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.
Sienna flinched at the noise. Jake had gone from terrified to as mad as she had ever seen him in the blink of an eye, and she wasn't sure how to process that. She got slowly to his feet and went back to the living room. She dropped heavily on the couch and ran her hand over her head. I've been an idiot. She thought. she couldn't help but be irritated with herself. She had known Jake long enough to be aware that if something was wrong with the young man his first instinct was to keep it to himself. She shouldn't have assumed that if Jake was suffering from withdrawal from weed he would automatically tell her No, Jake would have hid it. He always hid things that he felt made him appear weak.
In the bathroom Jake splashed water on his face then left the water running to muffle his ragged breathing from Sienna. He was angry with himself for having a nightmare, and even more angry that he had snapped at her like that.
He had been avoiding getting much sleep the past several days. A large reason for his lack of sleep was due to the fact that without being high it was difficult for him to sleep. He knew that keeping himself from sleeping indefinably was impossible, but he had intended to sleep as little as possible while Sienna was staying with his so that she would not witness his nightmares and their aftermath. In addition to not sleeping, Jake had been feeling increasingly shaky and sick the past several days. He had been able to hide it from M so as not to concern her.
Jake's thoughts strayed to the thing he had avoided about thinking about for the past for days. The thing that he had not told Sienna about. The thing that was hidden in the back of his sock drawer.
But though he craved the drug badly, he found he didn't want to take it. He didn't want to undo the work he had done over the past several days to stay clean.
Breathing hard Jake backed up until his back hit the wall, then slid down with his knees pulled to his chest and buried his face in his trembling hands. He bit his lip hard to keep in the sobs that were threatening to escape. He twisted his long fingers into his hair and pulled, using the pain to try to distract himself, but he was unsuccessful. He didn't want to use the drug, but was not certain he would be able to restrain himself if it was in the house.
His movements decisive Jake pushed himself off the floor and threw the door open. He left the bathroom faucet running as he went to his room and dug through the drawer until he found the vial.
"Jake, what are you doing?" Sienna came back to stand in the doorway.
Jake clutched the glass vial in his hand and pushed passed Sienna, going back to the bathroom.
"Jake?" Sinnea's voice took on a note of alarm as she followed him. "What do you have in your hand, Tweneboah?" Jake went into the bathroom, Sienna close behind him. When she saw the vial in his hand he grabbed Jake's arm, assuming he meant to use it.
Jake pushed Sienna away, and unscrewed the top of the bottle.
"Sienna, don't-…" Sienna started, but trailed off when she saw him dumping the drug leaves down the drain and toilet.
When it was empty he dropped the vial into the sink and it fell with a dull clatter. Jake watched the vial roll slowly back and forth in the curve of the sink, and Sienna watched Jake.
Jake let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and sat down on the tile floor again, pressed against the wall. He was pale, and a single tear spilled down his cheek.
Sienna crouched next to Jake tremors shaking him almost violently. "I-I-I d-didn't tell you th-that I had more," he practically whimpered. "I'm sorry."
Sienna shook his head, and ran his hand up and down Jake's back in a soothing gesture, amazed at how tightly coiled all his muscles were. "It's alright, Jake."
"I-I k-k-kept it just in c-case…" Jake stopped and swallowed hard. His mouth seemed to have forgotten how to work, and each word was a struggle to get out. Even his lips appeared to be shaking. "I-in c-case I needed it, b-b-but then I-I needed it, but I d-d-didn't want it, so I had t-to get rid of it." His body slumped in relief at being able to finish his sentence. He still shook, but Sienna could feel his muscles relaxing incrementally.
"You did real good," Sienna assured him. "I know it was hard, but you did really good."
"I'm done with it," Jake mumbled after a few minutes. The tremors were subsiding and he looked exhausted. The ever-present dark circles under his eyes were even worse than usual, and Sienna wondered how long it had been since he had gotten a full night's sleep. He guessed that it had been the first night he had slept on his couch, when he had been high for the last time.
"I'm done with it," Jake repeated, still in a low, exhausted voice, but there was determination there as well. "I can't rely on it any more. I'm done."
"Good," Sienna said. She stood up. "Come on, let's get you back to bed."
She pulled Jake to his feet and guided him back to his room. Jake already seemed half asleep, and was hardly able to walk under his own power. Once in his room he dropped into bed, drawing the blanket over himself. Sienna was pretty sure he was asleep within seconds. She stood at the foot of the bed for a moment longer, looking at Jake not noticing Jackie scrolling her while this was happening. She realized she would probably never understand how difficult it was for him to throw the drug away, and was impressed, not for the first time, at how the man who was the youngest and most physically powerful on the team was also probably the most strong.
She stared to turn away, but paused. "I'm proud of you, kid," he said softly before quietly leaving the room. Her back turned, she did not notice the small, if tired smile that pulled at the corner of the young man's mouth.
Getting rid of the drug seemed to lift a large weight off of Jake's shoulders. He didn't yet feel free of the drug, or the memories that haunted him. He wasn't sure he ever would be entirely free of them. But for the first time he felt he had a chance. This time when he drifted off to sleep it was willingly, and for the first time in months his sleep was both drugless and peaceful.
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The Liars Department -17-
tags: drarry, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, oblivious Harry, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, and disillusionment there’s just so much disillusionment
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 16 || Part 18 ->
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(continued from previous part)
Harry closed the door to the office, “I guess, you were right about the suit.”
Malfoy blinked, coming back to himself, “Of course I was.”
Harry rolled his eyes.
“Have you ever considered growing a beard?” Malfoy said.
“What? No,” Harry said.
“Not a long one, just a nice tight cropped beard,” Malfoy leaned forward on his desk.
Harry sighed, “Still no and I’m only here for six days, I’m not growing a beard. I hate how itchy it feels.”
“We’re wizards, you incompetent, I can brew you up a hair growth potion in an hour,” Malfoy said.
“What part of no did you miss?” Harry asked.
“You don’t have to keep it,” Malfoy said, “Just try it, and there are beard oils if itchiness is such a problem.”
“Is it part of my uniform?” Harry asked sarcastically.
Malfoy sat back with a pouty frown, “No.”
“That’s what I thought,” Harry said.
“It would help though,” Malfoy said.
Harry raised an eyebrow, “How exactly does a beard help with lying?”
“It’s about-”
“You are so full of shit,” Harry said.
“It’s about giving off an air of authority,” Malfoy said.
“Authority,” Harry repeated.
“Yes, Auror Potter” Malfoy said, “you need-”
“Harry,” Harry said.
“so very much stupid,” Asbestos muttered.
Malfoy scowled at him, “The most essential component of this job isn’t the lying, Auror Potter, it’s getting people to believe the lie, and for that you need to be authoritative, confident, and-”
“You need to be full of yourself,” Harry said, “I think you have enough of that for both of us.”
Malfoy scoffed, “I’ve never met someone as infuriatingly self-righteous as you are.”
“I am not self-” Harry started to say, but was cut off by the door slamming open and having to jump back to avoid getting a face full of splinters.
“What in the world do you think you’re doing, Malfoy!” A familiar voice yelled from the other side of the door.
“Working, Sir Syrup,” Malfoy said.
“You should be grateful I allowed you to have this job,” Suirup said, Harry could just imagine his moustache bristling.
“I am very grateful for the opportunity,” Malfoy said, sounding not quite genuine.
“No one would give someone like you a second chance, but I have and you-”
The corner of Malfoy’s mouth twitched up, and he caught Harry’s eye for just a second as if to say this is going to be fun.
Harry sighed, fighting down a smile.
“-You should not be drawing unnecessary attention to yourself!” Suirup said, shaking a piece of paper at Malfoy.
“I’m afraid my job requires me to become the centre of attention,” Malfoy said with the relaxed cat smile of someone who is shamelessly and effortlessly riling someone else up.
“Out there!” Suirup said, sweeping his hand, “Here! Here you are to keep out of sight and out of trouble!”
“What sort of trouble have I caused?” Malfoy asked.
“After the move! After the move, you have to notify interdepartmental services!” Suirup said.
“I did,” Malfoy said.
“Immediately! Without delay! Or I wouldn’t have received this!” Suirup said, shaking the paper again.
Harry grabbed the edge of the door and pulled it back, “It’s the supervisor’s responsibility to report such things-”
Suirup startled backwards, running into the door frame and nearly falling over.
“-that’s why I sent it to you, Sir, as the supervisor of the Liars Department,” Harry said.
“I- I- well! I-,” Suirup clung onto the doorframe as he stuttered, “I would have, was going to- It- It must have slipped my mind! I- I- I am very busy, you know! I oversee a great deal in the Wizengamont!”
“Then perhaps, Sir, you ought to reduce your workload. Such hard work does no one any good if it is done poorly or not at all,” Harry said.
Suirup’s face went red, his white waxed moustache like a little boat on a sea of crimson.
“Delegate. Or transfer your work,” Harry said, “That would be my suggestion.”
“I- I will have no bad word said of my work! I am the head of the Wizengamont project approval committee! I am a respected member of the Wizengamont! As my father was and grandfather and great-grandfather before him!” Suirup bristled.
“Then do better, and I won’t have to,” Harry said flatly.
Suirup straightened up, twisting one side of his moustache to sharpen the point, his face still as red as a tomato. His voice came out at a waver, shaking faintly with rage, “If you will excuse me.”
“Of course,” Harry said with a polite smile, “You’re so busy after all.”
Suirup drew his shoulders back and stormed off without further farewells; and Harry closed the office door once more behind him, sagging against it as the adrenaline he had been running on drained out of him.
Malfoy was clapping, slowly, with a huge shit-eating grin on his face, “Brutal, Auror Potter. An absolute slaughter. And much better than your little lecture in the pub, since you’re word actually means something in the Ministry.”
Harry snorted, “What? Not much.”
“The future Head Auror, Harry Potter? I can’t imagine anyone going against you,” Malfoy said.
Harry shook his head, “What? No? I don’t-”
“Everyone knows it. Robards and Kingsley are behind you, along with about half the Wizengamont, the ones who know what’s good for them anyway,” Malfoy said.
Harry frowned, a sinking feeling in his gut.
Malfoy raised an eyebrow, “Seriously, Auror Potter-?”
“Harry,” Harry muttered.
“-I’ve only been working here for three days, and everyone hates me, and I still heard the rumours,” Malfoy said.
“There is work,” Asbestos said.
“People really think that?” Harry asked.
“More like know. It’s a foregone conclusion,” Malfoy said. He looked at Harry with a frown, “You really didn’t know?”
“How was I supposed to know that! No one tells me anything!” Harry said.
Malfoy grinned, “So many things make sense now. In school, I thought you knew the kind of power you had and enjoyed pretending to be humble about it. After the last few days, I’m entirely certain you’re just a bit stupid.”
“Hey!”
“There is work now!” Asbestos said.
“Fine, fine, how about just extremely unobservant,” Malfoy said.
“Don’t act like you’re being generous,” Harry said.
“But I am so very generous, in every aspect of my life,” Malfoy said, leaning back in his chair.
“Especially at being a wanker,” Harry said.
Malfoy winked at him, “A generous wanker.”
Asbestos sighed loudly and flicked her hand. The door snapped back open, smacking Harry in the side. A paper aeroplane sailed over his head as he cursed in pain and landed neatly on Malfoy’s desk.
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Drarry + Facing Demons and Finding Family
Tw: mentions of symptoms of depression, anxiety, ptsd, and child abuse. All are resolved with a happy ending.
Draco Malfoy walks the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley, and it’s different now. The way it had bustled with a vibrant vivacity in his younger years is long gone now, replaced by the mediocrities that come with running errands and making stops for work. It had been repaired, for the most part, after the war, but something about the shadows of buildings that used to be constructed just a little bit different haunts Malfoy in his steps.
He turns to glance over his shoulder when the sound of a child laughing fills the spaces between bustling bodies and adult feet. A familiar tuft of blue hair comes dashing forward, and Draco feels a momentary reprieve from his own hollow dissonance. His face lights up as the boy throws his arms around his neck, crying “Cousin Draco! What are you doing here?”
And behind the vivacious grin is the humble one of Harry Potter, the boy who really did end up saving the world. Draco doesn’t hate him; how could he? If it weren’t for the testimony of the man standing there now casually in his Muggle plaid shirt and ripped-up jeans, Draco wouldn’t be walking these streets.
“Malfoy,” he puts his hands in his pockets, rocking back and forth a bit on his feet. “What sort of business are you up to these days?”
“Oh, just... dropping off a package for the boss. You know.” He shrugs, suddenly vacant. His momentary reprieve shrinks into a daunting reality.
“Wanna come get ice cream with us?” Teddy’s toothy grin eats at the edges of his impending monotony.
“Oh, well, I wasn’t-“ he starts, but Harry Potter has stepped his foot forward.
“No, please. If you’re not too busy, we’d love to catch up. Teddy misses you.” And, allowing the package to feel a bit lighter in his coat pocket, Draco turns on one heel and heads to the parlor with them both.
***
Having Teddy Lupin run through his life is like chasing a tiny piece of dynamite. You never know just when it will explode, and when you’ve got it in your fingers it seems to roll invariably to the floor. Draco’s been waiting now for quite some time for his own destruction, but his regularly timed meetings with Harry (wow- really on a first name basis now) and his cousin had brightened his steps countably.
It seemed that the sparking fire may just never come.
***
Draco Malfoy doesn’t visit Malfoy manor, and its empty rooms are surely hung with cob webs and dust mites and other small creatures that have made it home. The stone exterior is beginning to succumb to a green vine that twists its way up the foundation, and apparently small children dare each other to knock on the door of the “Death Eater House.”
Draco doesn’t have to visit Malfoy Manor to know which ghosts roam its halls, apparitions of tortured souls and the results of his own mistakes. If only he’d stood up to his father. If only he’d run. If only...
Draco swallows, once, then twice, before straightening his stare ahead. Harry’s coming over soon, and this time Teddy is at the Burrow. They’ve never hung out like this, quite alone and unsupervised by Teddy’s string of home-made knock knock jokes. He’s not sure why, but he’s nervous.
***
After the war, Draco had considered himself a work-in-progress. He’d ventured through the stages of grief, mourning his losses and wishing he could change the past. He’d also picked himself up off of the floor, vowing to start new. None of this was easy. Panic followed him around every corner, but around every corner was the reassuring laugh of Teddy; smile of Harry. If he’s honest with himself, he’ll admit their great assistance in his own healing.
But that doesn’t stop the nightmares. Or the constant feeling of dread. And when Draco Malfoy is alone, his guilt consumes him. Why hadn’t he done the right thing? Why hadn’t he stood up to his father?
***
When Draco was eight, he’d drawn a portrait of his family. It was an assignment by his private tutor, a sort of busy-work while she prepared more practice for magical theory. He’d drawn them, stoic and cold, using shades of gray and black to fill in the spaces between them. They didn’t touch, didn’t love. Lucius told him that artists didn’t make any money in the Wizarding World. Draco ripped up the drawing and threw it in the rubbish bin.
***
When Draco’s lease on his London apartment is near its end, Harry finds him with a nervous twitch of his lips.
“You know, Draco, you don’t have to move into another building. I know you hate your neighbors because they remind you of your family. Our flat is large enough for a third member.”
Draco had almost immediately rejected- his first instinct was to scoff at any such attempts at pity. But Teddy’s eyes had met his, bright and foretelling- and his pleas almost melted Draco’s shoes to the asphalt.
“If you really want me to,” Draco smiles, “I’m sure that can be arranged.”
***
Draco hadn’t realized that his ghosts would follow him here. But as he watches the shadows dance upon the walls of his very own room, he knows he’s not dreaming. It’s his father, reminding him that he will never be good enough.
It’s his mother, watching with irrefutable silence.
It’s himself, pointing a wand at Dumbledore. Leaving with Snape. And abandoning his dreams to follow in his father’s foot steps.
It’s a portrait of Draco’s family, stone cold and frozen against the frosted window pane.
He doesn’t realize he’s screaming.
Not until the door is thrown open, and Harry’s there, sporting nothing but a pair of boxer shorts and a concerned purse of his lips.
He’s on the bed, and now Draco is crying. Yelling. Laughing hysterically. Because he’s fucking insane, sitting in a bed half-naked with Harry Potter and telling himself to shut his fucking mouth before Teddy wakes up.
But Harry is gentle. He wraps his arms around his shoulders and whispers “I know. But it’s not true. None of it is real.”
And Draco sobs, without really knowing how to stop, and Harry’s skin is warm against his own. It’s the first time he’s ever really felt whole.
Hours pass, though the clock reads otherwise. And Draco tells him that he needs to go back to bed. That they’ve both got work in the morning, and Teddy is visiting Andromeda...
But, no, Harry whispers, this is more important. You are more important. When had their relationship morphed into this... whatever this is?
Draco Malfoy allows himself to be held, and it is surprisingly wonderful.
***
Working for the ministry is like working in one of those Muggle cubicles. He should be grateful for the opportunity, but Draco hates his job. His boss is monstrous, a poised figure that reminds him far too much of his father.
He gets a bit panicky when requests are made, unable to say no. Draco Malfoy never thought he’d become a push over, but his inherent desire to please, to win, to have a second chance is tumultuous.
He doesn’t know how to live without it.
***
Teddy is spending the night at the Burrow, and Draco and Harry are doing their usual dance of washing and putting away the dishes.
“Fancy a movie?” Harry asks, and something soft flutters in Draco’s chest.
“Sure.”
***
It’s midnight when Draco feels the gentle presence of Harry slumped against his shoulder, his quiet snores a rhythm that he begins to memorize.
He doesn’t move, and the stillness is what allows him to feel the sporadic twitches that begin to ripple through Harry’s body.
“No, no,” he murmurs, “Please, no. Hermione... Cruciatus...”
Draco freezes, and he immediately understands the inner workings of Harry’s psyche.
He was there when his aunt Bella inflicted near irreparable damage to Hermione Granger. He didn’t stand up. He didn’t stop her.
There’s a tightness in his chest, and it fluctuates with his heart rate. Harry is having a nightmare, and it’s all his fault.
“You’ll never make up for what you’ve done,” he hears his father say, and the words are a gun to his head.
“Harry,” he whispers, desperately running his fingers along the side of his arm to calm him. If he couldn’t go back, the least he could do is aid his sleep.
Harry settles, and Draco breathes a sigh of relief. His father is laughing at him.
Ghostly shadows dance along the walls, flickering in the dim light of the TV. The world seems to grow around him, and he is infintismal.
His palms are sweaty as the guilt settles, rotting a hole in his stomach. And then there’s a whisper, a subtle word that shifts everything: “Draco.”
He glances at Harry’s face twice to make sure he’s not imagining the slight tug at the corner of his mouth. He said Draco’s name. And, from the depths of his slumber, he’s smiling.
Draco’s eyes are prickly, and he’s not sure why there are tears surfacing at such an inopportune moment. Perhaps he’s gone completely insane... or maybe...
“Not your father, Draco... amazing... need you... love you...”
A light seems to dissipate the shadows, which morph and expand into unidentifiable shapes before they slowly vanish. Draco’s hands are still clammy, but his mind is on overdrive.
The Savior of the Wizarding World is dreaming about him. Believes in him. Maybe, even...loves him?
And the remaining shadows come crashing down, spirits that find rest in redemption. If Harry Potter, with his stupid scar, and his stupid broomstick, could think highly of Draco Malfoy, the ex-death eater... maybe he could forgive himself.
Maybe... and then there are images flashing through his mind. Of stone family drawings and cruel and unjust punishment.
Of the desire to please, so much, that if his father pointed a wand at his throat he’d beg for forgiveness. Of pretending to have dignity for so long that he’d lost his own along the way.
And then, another sleepy rasp from Potter: “not your fault...”
And something snaps inside him.
“Not my fault,” he repeats, barely audible, yet it rattles an earthquake that cracks the floor. The ground faults, and everything he’s ever know crumbles before him.
“You are pathetic.” The voice of his father shakes the walls, breaks the foundation. Rips open the fortress of his solitude, jagged lines coursing through his very being and down to his core.
There’s a wand at his throat.
Harry isn’t here. Here, it’s a Malfoy’s paradise, and Draco’s skin crawls at the realistic image of his father before him. He’s so fucking life-like, the drawl of his criticism dripping with the poison of a basilisk. He’s smiling, and that hurts. It’s malicious.
But then, another whisper. A distant proclamation that rings through the periphery of his hearing. “Draco... always... good enough...”
Fuck. Harry?
“Good enough,” he repeats, the syllables a solid reality, just like the man before him. And, in a sudden fit of realization, Draco realizes the epitome of his salvation.
“You’re not real,” he says, and the words are a bit shaky as they permeate the air. His father’s face twists into something unreadable, a cross between a scowl and utter shock.
“You’re not real.” The wand lowers. His brow narrows.
“You were never real. My father is in Azkaban. You are just the ghost of what he did to me.”
His hands are drifting into the atmosphere, like grains of sand dissipating toward the floor. His expression morphs into utter fear, and, for once, Draco feels powerful.
It was never about defeating him. He could have dualed his fractured subconscious for years, constantly bettering himself, only to fall again. And the wand would always be pointed at his throat
But Harry, Harry said he was good enough. And he can hear the distant titter of Teddy’s amusement, the padding of his socks as they bounce along the hardwood floor of their flat. Of their home.
Harry cares. Loves. And so Draco must love himself.
“You could never kill me,” he says to the air, as the whisp of Lucius Malfoy’s presence fades into nothing. “It was just me, all along. Hurting myself because you trained me to. It wasn’t my fault. It wasn’t my fucking fault.”
There’s a sudden whoosh, and the room is spinning. And then it’s not. And Draco Malfoy is sitting next to a blissfully sleeping Harry Potter in a London flat.
The movie is over, and all that remains of the last few minutes is a line of scrolling credits.
The shadows, they’re gone. And somehow, Draco is no longer haunted. The house is peaceful, and a serenity seems to fill it’s every crevice, binding the cracks that once cleaved the walls. He pulls Harry closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. Taking a risk he’d never had the confidence to execute.
Harry smiles, stirring a bit before turning his green gaze upward. “That’s nice,” he says, and Draco chuckles.
“Yeah, it is, hm?”
“Hey Draco?”
He doesn’t reply, but meets that vibrant stare of his with irrefutable honesty.
“Thanks for being a part of our family.”
“Family?” The word nervously slips his lips. He’s never done this before.
Harry nods. “You, me, and Teddy.”
His eyes are prickly again, and he swallows a hard lump in the back of his throat. “I love the sound of that. Of family.”
“Good. Because I’ll hex you if you go anywhere. Old habits do die hard, you know.”
Draco laughs, hearty. Whole. Harry snuggles into his shoulder, falling asleep lightly as he thoughtfully plans his next project.
***
The next day, Teddy enters to find Draco drawing a picture of his family at the kitchen table.
“Whatcha doin’?” He asks curiously, hopping onto Draco’s lap as he sketches.
The picture before them is a family, a blonde, a brunette, and a tuft or blue hair between them. There are no spaces, no empty holes between their bodies, and the sky is a vibrant array of purples and oranges.
“Let’s hang it on the fridge!” Teddy exclaims, grasping it and running to attach it to the front of the surface.
Draco eyes the picture smiling, and it is the best he’s ever felt.
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Drarry prompt. Harry's planning something great but Draco's suspicious
Thank you so much for the ask anon! I’m sorry this took so long, I got kind of carried away and wrote a long one, I hope you like it 💖
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Draco was worried, really worried. The more time went on, the more anxious he got; his jaw was starting to ache from how tense he was. Harry had been sneaking around him for the past month; shoving letters into his desk abruptly when Draco walked into the room, going out at odd hours of the day, and coming home with the smell of something unusual on his clothes. Draco had given up asking what was going on because it merely made Harry more tight-lipped and secretive.
Everything was still fine in the bedroom and their love life at large—Harry still made Draco a cup of tea every morning, two sugars and a bit of milk, just the way he liked it—and the sex remained fantastic, as far as Draco was concerned. Just a few nights ago they had done a bit of naughty maid and master of the house roleplay, Draco being the one dressed up in a frilly maid’s outfit of course. But he found that he was less inclined to do these things when Harry was acting so suspicious. There had been a few moments where Harry had begun kissing down his arm, trailing his fingers over Draco’s chest, and Draco had simply rolled over, refusing to acknowledge the feelings that sprung up in his stomach in favour of the cold shoulder and a dash of pettiness.
Pansy had been trying to persuade him to tie Harry up and just slap it out of him, but if Harry wasn’t going to tell him, he wasn’t going to force it. They had worked so hard to get to this point in their relationship, the mutual trust and love, that he didn’t want to break it all down by revealing his cards. That he was suspicious, that he was aching. If it kept going on too long, he’d say something. He would.
That afternoon, a Friday, Draco was sitting in the living room on his favourite armchair, when Harry came fumbling out of the fireplace.
“Hello love,” Harry said, kissing Draco on the forehead. He put his briefcase down and shirked off his coat, yawning.
“Long day at work?” Draco asked, putting his book aside.
“Oh, er—yeah. Lots of stuff.”
“What did you do?”
“Uhm, work. I did work, I mean I worked on a case.”
“Always so eloquent, Auror Potter,” Draco said, hiding his sinking feeling behind a smirk.
“Okay birthday boy, don’t get smart with me.”
Draco winced. It wasn’t just any Friday, it was his twenty-third birthday. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it, either. How could he continue to celebrate his birthdays, eventually noticing new lines and grey hairs, while people like Fred or Crabbe never would?It was a strange feeling, to celebrate the life ahead with so much death behind you. He always spent the early hours of his birthday mourning, but Harry understood. He would bring tea to their room, and they would sit together silently. It usually meant that by the end of the day, he was that much more thankful for everything. To have someone like Harry, who understood these things, and who was still so good and kind. But it felt bittersweet now, with the way Harry was stumbling over his words like he had something to hide.
“You better look alive for our date tonight,” Draco quipped.
“Of course,” Harry said, “I’ve got the perfect thing planned.”
Draco was worried it would not be perfect. He had heard Harry conspiring over the phone with Pansy a few days ago, and he had the sinking feeling that there would be a surprise party in his future. He never liked seeing anyone but Harry on his birthday, and he had thought Harry had known that. He was fine with doing parties a few days later, or on the weekends, but the day of? Well, that was different. The fact that it was a Friday this year, the pinnacle day of the week for being out on the town, meant nothing to Draco. This was his day and his alone. Well, besides the millions of other people born on this day. That was beside the point.
Harry glanced at his watch, mussing with his hair. “We should probably get ready, actually.”
“How am I supposed to plan an outfit when I don’t know where we’re going?”
“It’s posh,” Harry supplied, grinning. “But wear comfortable shoes.”
Draco grimaced. Great, there would probably be dancing.
An hour or so later, he was wearing a dark green, silk keyhole top, fitted at the waist and neck, with billowing bishops sleeves. When he came out of their room to Harry waiting in the front foyer, he revelled in the flush that steadily crept up Harry’s neck.
“Like what you see?”
Harry just nodded, apparently too slack-jawed to respond, and swept Draco into his arms.
“You look gorgeous.”
It was true, Draco had combed his hair over to create an effortlessly sweeping look and was wearing high waisted black jeans. When Harry’s lips found his, it was as if all his earlier doubts melted, the way Harry’s tongue teased open his mouth, tasting of sweetness, was enough to empty him of anything but a want for more.
Harry himself had made an effort to be more than presentable. He was wearing fitted grey slacks, a dark green button-up, and a leather jacket that Draco recognized as being Sirius’ thrown over the top.
“I wish I could see you out of that lovely shirt,” Harry laughed, “but unfortunately we have a reservation to keep.”
Draco nodded, and Harry took his arm. They twisted into the air, apparating with a crack.
They landed behind a restaurant. One that Draco had never been to before. They walked into the building and were immediately enveloped in atmosphere—the interior was made up of deep reds and browns, gold accents and black, a freestyle jazz band played in one corner, and glasses clinked over plates of delectable smelling cuisine.
“It’s French,” Harry said sheepishly. “And muggle.”
A waiter led them to a reserved table for two in a secluded corner.
“It’s perfect,” Draco said. “Now we’re just a normal, unassuming, but very attractive, homosexual couple.”
Harry laughed, picking up a menu, as the saxophone took over the performance, riffing out a solo.
“I have to admit Harry, I was really worried. I thought you were planning a surprise party.”
Now Harry laughed awkwardly, pulling at the collar of his shirt. “Oh, uh. No, I know you don’t like spending your birthday with other people.”
“Yes, which is why I was so confused when I heard you talking to Pansy.”
“Oh, right.”
Draco tapped his fingers on the side of his water glass. “Why were you talking to Pansy?”
“I—Uhm, needed…” he pushed his glasses further up his nose, “I needed her help with something.”
“What was it?”
“Do you really need to ask so many questions?” Harry asked, his fluster turning into annoyance.
“I just don’t understand why you’re keeping things from me.”
Harry just shrugged, his jaw clenched, and when the waiter returned to take their orders, they smiled thinly. Draco ordered the wine, like he always did, since Harry seemed to know nothing about proper pairings, and they sat there, waiting.
Eventually, Harry reached forward, placing his hand on top of Draco’s.
“I promise it’s nothing, Draco. I just want this night to go well.”
Draco nodded, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something wrong. The idea that Harry knew him so little as to plan a party made him annoyed, anxious even, but that wasn’t what really bothered him. Why did Harry return home smelling like perfume, why did he want to hide things from Draco? Was he misinterpreting the awkwardness, was Draco the one that was cold? All the signs were pointing towards one conclusion, and he knew it was wrong to keep doubting Harry, but once the idea had settled, he couldn’t seem to shake it.
“Alright, let’s just forget about it.”
The dinner passed in obscurity. They ate in relative silence, and when they did talk, although the conversation flowed freely, it wasn’t as playful as normal. Draco kept feeling as if he was teetering on the edge of something terrible, as if Harry would speak something into existence that could never be taken back.
I think we need a break.
“What?” Draco asked, pulling himself out of his thoughts.
“I asked if we wanted dessert?”
“Oh Harry, you know I can’t resist.”
“I was thinking we could get it to go, there’s one last place I have in mind.”
That was it, this was the party.
The waiter brought them two little white boxes, nicely wrapped, and it hurt Draco to see them like that. His delicious fudge brownie not being honoured on a nice plate, drizzled with chocolate, adorned with strawberry. It was more than he could bear.
He stood up abruptly as Harry collected the bill, and Harry hurried after him, sighing.
“I’m sorry Draco, I—”
“It’s alright.”
“It’s not, I wanted this to go smoother.”
“It’s fine. Let’s just go to this… thing.”
Harry took his hand, and then they were spinning, blue energy crackling, and their feet touching down on soft grass.
Blackness stretched out above them, an expanse of darkness with a scattering of stars, pricks of light in the night sky. Draco looked up at the expanse, felt small in the eye of the world, vertigo sending his head spinning. All the terrible expectations he had floated nebulously towards the sky, and he revelled in it, the sheer weightlessness of the world at night.
When he finally came back down to earth, he looked around. They were standing in a large garden, white rose bushes trailing the sides of the path on one side, what looked like lavender on the other. Draco spun around to face Harry, whose cheeks were flushed with happiness.
“Where are we?”
“The Edward’s Garden, I thought we could eat dessert under the stars.”
“It’s lovely Harry.”
He reached out and took his hand, and they walked towards a bench surrounded by flowers and fairy lights, the soft glow illuminating their faces and the fountain behind them.
“Is this what you were talking to Pansy about?”
“This and some other things. I wanted this to be a perfect day, Draco, but I feel like I’m failing,” Harry said, putting his desert down on the bench as Draco did the same. Harry cupped Draco’s face, “I know you’ve been anxious about what I’m doing lately, but it’s all been for you.”
Suddenly Draco was holding his breath and Harry was getting down on one knee; the soft white light caressed his face, glinting off his glasses, revealing those bright green eyes. It had been so long since Draco had looked in those eyes, truly looked, and they were brimming with hope and courage.
Harry took a tiny black box out of his pocket and snapped it open. Draco’s heart crawled up into his throat.
“Draco, I’m—er—sorry for the past few months, I wanted this ring and proposal to be perfect. Even if it’s not, I can’t wait any longer, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, and I’m dying to know if you want to spend your life with me, too?”
Harry finished awkwardly, his cheeks burning red, and looked scared for his life. Draco could do nothing but fall to his knees too, come face to face with the man who meant so much to him. This man, his childhood enemy, his adulthood best friend. This man who had seen him through the worst nightmares, the worst trauma, who knew him better than Pansy fucking Parkinson and Blaise Zabini combined.
Harry snapped the ring shut, and scrambled forward on his knees, dirt streaking his lovely pants.
“Draco what’s wrong? Are you okay?”
Because Draco was crying, big fat ugly tears. Harry wiped them away, the feeling of his thumb on Draco’s cheek familiar and warm.
“I thought—” he said, the words coming out in hiccoughs, “I thought you were going to break up with me, I thought you didn’t love me anymore.”
“You—What?”
Draco realized now how it sounded, how his anxiety had taken Harry’s actions and twisted them into something sick and monstrous.
“I don’t know,” Draco sobbed, “you were being so bloody weird, how was I supposed to know it was all for a ring?”
“Oh, Draco,” Harry said, bringing him into his arms. “I’m so sorry.”
Draco collapsed into Harry, all the tension he had been holding within himself for the past month slowly ebbing away, the relief and guilt palpable.
“It’s my—my fault,” he croaked, “I should have trusted you.”
“No, Draco, it’s my fault. I should have been more careful, I know how anxious you can be, I should have thought. I’m sorry.”
Draco laughed, a physical manifestation of the feelings bubbling through him. He buried his still tear-streaked face into Harry’s shirt, inhaling his calming musk and the scent of leather.
“Where’s that ring?” He asked finally, sniffling, and Harry pulled it out of his pocket, relief washing over his face. It was beautiful, a polished alexandrite entwined in silver, tasteful yet delicate. Harry slipped it onto Draco’s trembling finger, admiring how the lavender and blue stone sparkled against his pale skin.
“My birthstone,” Draco breathed, and he realized that they were surrounded by roses, the flower of June.
Harry grasped his hands, the lightning bugs that had entered the garden giving the illusion of a halo. “Because I’m so fucking happy you were born, and that we met, and every birthday I want to cherish the fact that you came into this world and found me.”
“I love you,” Draco said, his voice cracking. “I love you so much.”
“I love you, too.”
The stars above flickered in and out, and they sat together in the dirt, hands clasped, surrounded by roses and lightning bugs.
Today had not gone in any way how Draco had suspected, and he wasn’t mad about that at all. It was probably time to live for his future, instead of the past, revel in the love that Harry was willing to give, and love him in return. He was one year older, and that was something to be proud of, surely. Hopefully, he would have many more years to come, with one particular man by his side, and that was enough for him.
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Inspired by the above gif shared in the Drarry Discord, I wrote this little drabble 😊
Tagging @rose-grangerweasleyisbae, @quicksilvermaid, @jeldenil, @strangledbythestars, @drarryruinedme7, @buildyourwalls - sorry if I forgot anyone!
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They had never agreed to be exclusive, but that didn’t mean it was okay for Draco to flaunt his other conquests in Harry’s face.
It wasn’t even like Draco could claim he hadn’t realised Harry was there; they’d bumped into each other at the bar soon after arriving and had a brief chat before drifting off to different parts of the club.
Harry had almost managed to forget that Draco was in the club as he drank, and danced, and drank some more, letting the music and the alcohol transport him away from reality. But then he turned around, and through a gap in the crowd he spotted him. Ginny and Luna carried on dancing around him, in a world of their own as Harry stood stock still, staring at Draco.
He was sprawled out on one of the sectionals that lined the edge of the club, all long limbs and easy confidence. One hand held a half-drunk glass of whisky, while the other was clasped tightly around the waist of the man in his lap.
The man’s face was almost completely obscured, buried in Draco’s neck as he kissed up and down the long, pale throat that Harry had spent so many hours kissing in recent months. One of his hands had made its way under Draco’s shirt, the other tangled in Draco’s hair.
The stranger’s face might have been hidden, but Draco’s was clearly visible, and he was looking directly at Harry.
The man began to nibble on Draco’s earlobe, a spot that Harry knew was one of Draco’s secret weaknesses, and yet Draco’s gaze didn’t waver. He simply continued to stare at Harry, a defiant, challenging look in his eyes and a hint of a smirk playing around the corners of his mouth.
Harry didn’t know what Draco was playing at, didn’t understand why Draco was acting like this. Why was he so obviously trying to antagonise Harry by throwing this stranger in his face? Harry could feel himself getting angrier, his jaw clenching and his cheeks heating up as he tried desperately to keep his temper in check, irrational rage sweeping over him at the sight of Draco with another man.
He began to push his way through the crowd, intent on getting to Draco so that he could give him a piece of his mind. Draco maintained eye contact with him the whole time, still smirking as Harry approached, although a brief flicker of doubt crossed his face as Harry got close enough for Draco to make out his expression.
The stranger in Draco’s lap looked up briefly as Harry stopped in front of them, but apparently deemed him unworthy of further attention, as he looked away from Harry and resumed stroking Draco’s hair.
‘Everything alright, Potter?’ Draco said.
‘Why are you doing this?’ Harry spat from between clenched teeth.
‘Doing what?’ Draco asked lazily, ‘Not jealous are we Potter?’
‘Is that what this is about?’ Harry asked, realisation suddenly dawning. ‘Are you just letting him paw you like that to make me jealous?’
‘No of course not,’ Draco replied, breaking eye contact with Harry for the first time since they’d spotted each other, a sure sign that he wasn’t being completely truthful.
‘You are, you’re trying to make me jealous!’ Harry said, his anger dissipating immediately, being replaced by something that felt suspiciously like joy.
The man in Draco’s lap had obviously got bored of playing with Draco’s hair, and had instead tuned in to the conversation Draco and Harry were having. With a disgruntled look he pulled away from Draco, announced that his job here was done, and disappeared into the mass of bodies on the dance floor.
‘Hang on, did you ask him to be like that with you so that I would get jealous? Did you set this whole thing up?’ Harry asked, as the meaning of the man’s words filtered into his brain.
‘Don’t be ridiculous.’ Draco said, but his face clearly gave away that he had indeed planned it.
‘You know,’ Harry said slowly, ‘I’ve been thinking that maybe this whole keeping it casual, non-exclusive thing isn’t really working anymore.’
Draco didn’t say anything for a moment, and Harry’s stomach filled with nerves, worried that he’d misread the situation.
In the end, Draco didn’t say anything at all. He simply got up from the sectional, stood in front of Harry, and leaned in and kissed him.
He might not have responded to Harry’s statement with words, but he said everything he needed to with his kiss. Harry poured his feelings into the kiss too, saying all the things he was too scared to say out loud. He told Draco how much he had hated seeing him with another man, how desperately he wanted Draco to be his and his alone, how he couldn’t do casual anymore. As they pulled apart, Harry looked up at Draco, happiness flooding his body as he took in the look on Draco’s face, as he realised that Draco felt the same way.
‘You know, you could have said that you wanted to be with me officially, you didn’t have to come up with some elaborate scheme to make me jealous,’ Harry laughed.
‘Of course I did Potter, I’m a Slytherin, how else would I do it?’ Draco said, trying his best to keep a straight face.
‘Oh Merlin, I’m not sure I’m going to cope with dating a Slytherin.’
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Yes!! I am pleased to say that April Showers have effectively brought May Flowers to my corner of the world, and I'm happy to be delivering them here to you! Today's theme is Beltane, in celebration of the day!
Coming up later this week will be Hanahaki Disease. Have a rec that you think belongs on these lists? Send me a DM! Drarry unless otherwise noted.
🔥 Endurance of Light by @lomonaaeren // M // 14K // Harry has been turned, and Draco seems to be the only one embracing this new unlife of his. a story about accepting yourself and letting go of the life you expected.
They approach the second fire. It’s bigger than the first, leaping into the sky in thin tongues of flame that turn blue at the edges and lift a glorious halo against the darkness. For the first time, Harry feels his shoulders tense. Beltane is a festival of light, of summer, of fertility-all things that are supposedly anathema to a creature like him. It’s not impossible that the fire could destroy him.
🔥 Turn Alight by @strawberryrosegarden // E // 6K // slow burn, this fic packs a lot into a concise little package. such a satisfying read, I will watch these two come together a million times and never tire of it.
When it's their turn to jump the fire, Draco takes Harry's hand and squeezes his eyes shut. Harry's heart lodges itself firmly in his throat until they're over.
🔥 Beltane Blessings by @bluesundaycake // E // 5K //Percy/Pansy/Neville // probably the most beltane-y of the fics on this list - starts out with a beautiful community and family gathering, but when night falls... watch out. ritualistic and hot hot hot. LOVE this triad.
Today Pansy felt like a fertile flower, ready to enshrine her roots into the ground. Ready to grow her family into a carefully tended garden.
🔥 The Door to May by @noeeon // E // 5K // starts off heated and then only escalates from there. I'm sure you all know how I feel about locker rooms... this one ranks pretty high up there.
“I don’t usually like Beltane at all. But this was not bad.” Malfoy looked almost shy at the admission.
🔥 It's Magic by @frumpologist // E // 4K // Hermione/James/Sirius// Beltane magic combined with animagus magic combined with threesome in the woods? AND James and Sirius are *talkers*? ::whistles:: fire emoji.
“You know the one thing we didn’t get to try…” Sirius suggested, a sly smirk lifting his lips. James tried to shake his head no, no they weren’t going to be doing any of that now, but it didn’t deter his best mate at all. “Beltane magic is said to be most potent when there’s passion involved.”
🔥 Stuck on You by @this-girl-is // E // 3K // pwp, full of everything I love about this pairing: uppity Draco, patient Harry who takes him apart and brings him back down to earth. SO good.
He'd been right about one thing though. The light from the bonfires fucking loves Harry. The diffuse light limns him golden, throwing the gentlest of shadows to emphasise the light curvature of muscle in his arms and torso, and deceptive fragile-looking hollows at his wrists.
🔥 The Man Who Used to Live by @versorphelin // M // 3K // quick and dirty, this glimpse into the less-than-glamorous life of Harry Potter post-war is an intriguing read, full of execellent details and a different take from the usual.
Harry also remembered wet streaks on his own cheeks, and gasps of satisfaction. Frankly, he wished he could remember less.
Art!
🔥 Beltane by @senlinyu, art by @elithien // M // 988 + art // Dramione
🔥 Bonding by @awesomedig // G // art
🔥 Fulfillment by @sugareey-makes-stuff // E // art
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Valentine’s Kisses 2020 - Roundup
Here we are, ending the journey on this auspicious White Day. I started at the beginning of the year to fill fifty kiss prompts from @kashimalin‘s list with ships I like and a handful of other requests. Accidentally did IwaKin twice, but I regret nothing. The rest are unique ships. Final word count was 96,300. Here they are!
Format is as follows:
Prompt
Title — Fandom — AO3 Rating — Ship — Requester
1. Small kisses littered across the other’s face.
Right at Home — HQ — E — IwaAka — me
2. A small, fleeting kiss - which is immediately followed by a passionate, hungry kiss.
Subterfuge — PoT — T — AtoTezu/Imperial Pair — me
3. A breathy demand: “Kiss me” - and what the other person does to respond.
Tea Time — HP — M — Drarry — @striveattemptfail
4. An accidental brush of lips followed by a pause and going back for another, on purpose.
Changes in the Wind — PoT — G — TezuFuji/Perfect Pair — me
5. Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.
...and into the fire — HQ — T — KyouHaba — me
6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift.
Love, Anonymously — DnA — G — FuruHaru — me
7. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them.
Reprise — HQ — T — YamaKage — me
8. Laying a gentle kiss to the back of the other’s hand.
The High Life — HQ — T — IwaKiyo — @sugaandyams
9. A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths.
a² + b² = c² — HQ — G — KinKage — me
10. A hello/good-bye kiss that is given without thinking - where neither person thinks twice about it.
Mixed Signals — PoT — G — RyoSaku — me
11. Morning kisses that are exchanged before either person opens their eyes, kissing blindly until their lips meet in a blissful encounter.
Flying Blind — HQ — T — EnnoSuga — me
12. Sneaking away to a hidden corner to share a secretive kiss.
Reminiscence — HQ — T — DaiSuga — @sugaandyams
13. Butterfly kisses against the other’s cheeks.
In for a Ride — HQ — T — GoshiFuta — @pissmoths
14. A kiss so desperate that the two wind around each other, refusing to let go until they are finished.
Whirlwind — HQ — T — IwaKin — @vball-baes-bball-babes
15. A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick.
The Ties that Bind — HQ — M — IwaDai — @vball-baes-bball-babes
16. One person pouting, only to have it removed by a kiss from the other person.
Posterity — BNHA — T — TodoMomo — @striveattemptfail
17. Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.
Arm's Length — BNHA — T — TodoDeku — me
18. Teasing kisses where one person blows air into the other’s mouth and runs away.
A World Bult for Two — HQ — T — BokuAka — @itsrainingcupcakes
19. One person stopping a kiss to ask “Do you want to do this?”, only to have the other person answer with a deeper, more passionate kiss.
Cordially Uninvited — HQ — G — UshiIwa— @bakuraryxu
20. Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference.
Duck and Uncover — DnA — T — FuruSawa — @blulious
21. A chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company.
One and Only — DnA — G — YouMiyu — me
22. A kiss that is leading to more, but is interrupted by a third party.
in media res — DnA — T — KuraMiyu — @daiyanerd
23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.
look, don't touch — HQ/DnA — T — SugaMiyu — me
24. Deep kisses where they have their hands tangled in each other’s hair to pull them closer.
By the Book — DnA — T — MiyuNabe — @daiyanerd
25. Wet kisses after finding refuge from the rain.
Rainstorm and Chill — HQ — G — KinKuni — @lozza342
26. Brushing a kiss along the shell of the other person’s ear.
Midnight Oil — DnA — G — MiyuNori — @daiyanerd
27. Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap.
My Name Is... — HQ — T — KuroShou — @pissmoths
28. One person tracing the other’s lips with a fingertip until they can’t resist any longer, tilting their chin towards them for a kiss.
Talk the Talk — HQ — G — IwaSuga — @joshllyman
29. Staring at each other’s lips for a moment before moving closer, as if drawn together by some unseen force.
Rocket Science — HQ — G — UshiKage — @bakuraryxu
30. Weak, sweaty kisses because it’s unbearably hot.
Too Hot (Hot Damn) — HQ — T — EnnoTana — @sugaandyams
31. Pulling away from a kiss, whispering words of love against each other’s lips.
In for a Penny — HQ — T — AoAka — me
32. A kiss so passionate, so perfect - that after they part, neither person can open their eyes for a few moments afterwards.
Water Under the Bridge — DnA — T — FuruMiyu — me
33. An unexpected kiss that shocks the one receiving it.
Hide and Seek — DnA — G — JunTetsu — @daiyanerd
34. Kisses that start on their fingers and run up their arm, eventually ending on their lips.
Elemental — HQ — E — KageSuga — @joshllyman
35. An awkward kiss given after a first date.
First Contact — HQ — G — BokuYachi — @itsrainingcupcakes
36. Starting with eskimo kisses before moving on to soft kisses.
Hot Water — HQ — T — BokuDai — @joshllyman
37. Cleaning the other person’s lips with a lick and a kiss.
Popcorn — PoT — T — Golden Pair — me
38. Whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss.
Some Kind of Magic — HQ — G — YamaYachi — me
39. Kissing tears from the other’s face.
Cold as Ice — HQ — T — YahaKin — me
40. A gentle kiss that quickly descends into passion, with little regard for what’s going on around them.
Amends — HQ — T — IwaKin — @lozza342
41. Kisses shared under an umbrella.
thinking of you — HQ/DnA — G — FuruAka — me
42. Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead.
Cut — HQ — T — EnnoAka — @sugaandyams
43. A kiss pressed to the top of the head.
by your side. — HQ — G — UshiMoni — me
44. Tentative kisses given in the dark.
One More Light — HP — T — Draco/Michael — me
45. Kisses exchanged as they move around, hitting the edges of tables or nearly tripping over things on the floor before making it to the sofa, or bed.
krazy — HQ — G — UshiOi — @striveattemptfail
46. A lingering kiss before a long trip apart.
Stumped — HQ — G — AkaKage — @sugaandyams
47. A kiss paired with a tight hug, knocking the breath out of the person being hugged.
Pomp and Circumstances — DnA — T — KaneSawa — @cubistemoji
48. One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s.
Kittens and Vine, They Must Be a Sign! — HQ — G — UshiYachi — @bakuraryxu
49. Short and sweet kiss after meeting up for a date.
Closer — HQ — G — KiyoYachi — @cubistemoji
50. A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.
Reverie — HQ — E — IwaKage — @vball-baes-bball-babes
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Scarrs and Kisses and Lemon-Scented Skin -- Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter
Drarry Lime Thing — Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter (post Battle of Hogwarts)
Description: Draco finds Harry hiding in the quidditch locker room and finally decides to act on the feelings he's been hiding since the two first met. Light lime ensues.
⚠Warning⚠: kinda-sorta suggestion to past abuse and self harm, two repressed queers making out in a locker room like a couple horny teens, there's probably a curse or two. Spelling/grammar errors.
Genre: Lime. Pure, gay, angsty lime.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter (post Battle of Hogwarts)
A/N: I wrote this forever ago with the intent of writing an actual beginning to it, but obviously I never did that cause I'm a lazy bitch, so enjoy that weird ass beginning. This is set post war, and imagine that that one scene in the last movie (that was cut for some goat-fucking reason) (this scene) actually happened. Have fun with my sin, children.
Word count without A/N: 2492
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— So that's why, as he loped down the walk towards who-knows-where, Draco jumped slightly at the sound of the two's voices. He would not be exposed to that conversation again.
Making a quick about-turn, Draco sprinted down a different path, one that brought him closer to the quidditch quart than he would like to have been, the place didn't exactly hold happy memories for the boy. But, the two witches were still behind him, and coming closer every moment he waited.
And so, as a last ditch effort to avoid a confrontation with the two, Draco ran straight towards the closest changing rooms he could see. He didn't realize until a moment later that it was not only not the Slytherin rooms, but, infact, the Gryffindor ones instead.
And he wasn't alone.
"Merlin..." Draco whispered, gazing heavily at the back of one shirtless Harry Potter. His shoulders, rippling with gentle muscle, seemed even thinner in the murky light of the room, smaller, and weaker, and more attractive than the Chosen One should ever be. Continuing his silent gawking (as Harry had yet to notice his rivals presence) Draco began to notice more things about the boys body that would elseways be ignored.
How the skin hugged his ribs a little too tightly for his liking, how the muscles at the base of his spine rippled deliciously with every small movement. And, on a more disturbing note, the criss-crossing of thin scars that covered his entire back. Ones ranging between thin, sharp-edged lines, to thicker ones with pinkish discoloration, that still looked as though they might hurt even now that they were only scar tissue.
The sight caused an uncomfortable twist in Draco's heart, one that hurt him to the point that he thought he would rather have spoken to the witches.
But not quite.
"Merlin," he mumbled again, this time unintentionally louder, loud enough to warn the scarred boy of someone else's presence.
Twisting quickly around, wand now in hand, Harry Potter aimed the weapon at the intruder. Quickly realizing that it was the boy he dubbed to be his enemy, Harry began to prepare a spell in his head.
He didn't want to hurt Draco as he had before, with the spell he didn't know in the bathrooms, he hadn't meant to hurt him that badly then, either. In all honesty, he didn't want to hurt the ex-death eater at all. He had shown his reluctance to be on the side he was on during the war with the things he had done to help Harry, as small as they seemed to be.
When he witnessed Harry and the others being drug into his Manor, injured, bleeding, and hexed, he hadn't told the truth of who Harry was. He could have easily gotten the boy killed then and there, but he didn't, he helped him stay alive so that he could escape later, and save the wizarding world from that genocidal maniac. He ran back to Harry when he saw that he had not died as they all thought during the Battle of Hogwarts. He spoke of how he was forced into becoming a Death Eater by his father and He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and had never intended on going against Harry Potter and the rest of the wizarding world at all.
But he was here now, and Harry knew that he had seen the things that Harry had successfully kept hidden all of his school career. The scars that layered the boys back had stories, stories that he would rather not think about, let alone let anyone else learn about.
Coming back to reality now, Harry came to a realization.
Draco hadn't even moved to reach for his wand, hadn't even tried. And his face, his face didn't hold the mask of anger and a sneer as it nearly always did. Now it only held sincerity, a look that seemed so foreign on the boy, it almost seemed unreal. His sharp, pale features were dimmed down to a gentle visual caress, and his body seemed so much less tense than it usually was.
He actually seemed... gentle, for once...
Slowly, Harry began to lower his wand, though he still kept it held tightly in his hand. Making an effort to harden his features, the boy with the scar that everyone in the wizarding world knew about, and the many that nobody knew of, spoke, his voice uncharacteristically broken and vulnerable.
"What do you want Malfoy. Didn't you know that it's considered rude to walk in on someone when they're changing? I ought to hex you right now actually."
Though his voice held no real threat in it, Draco was still slightly fearful. The boy knew that he was already walking on thin ice with the ministry, and the school. One more fight –especially one with the boy he had been accused of trying to kill– would surely get him kicked from Hogwarts forever. Possibly even thrown in Azkaban with his father, a shiver ran down his spine at that thought. If he ever had to see that man again, it would be to soon.
But the look in the dark haired boys eyes, it was enough to make him want to brave the hell that the wizarding prison would be, if only it meant that he could reverse all of the pain that the smaller boy had been forced to endure through all of his short life. The vulnerability in his eyes, it made Draco wish to do nothing less than hold the boy in his arms and tell him that everything would be okay.
Of course, as much as he hated it, he was still bred and born a Malfoy, and Malfoys didn't do things like that. So he did nothing but hold up his hands in surrender and show a small, and what he hopped was a reassuring, smile.
"Hey there, Potter, you know you don't want to do that. And I mean you no harm, of course. No, I was simply trying to avoid a pair of banshees, and stumbled into here for refuge. Its not my fault that you're still here, didn't practice end two hours ago?" The boy internally chuckled at his jab at one of Harry's best friends, and her girlfriend.
It had, Harry knew, ended a good two and a half hours ago. However, Dean had stayed behind for a rather long time to converse with Harry, and he hadn't wanted to change infront of him, as he hadn't wanted the scars on his back to be known about by anyone other than their creator, and their wearer. Of course, that was over with now, as now his rival had seen them. At that thought, Harry reached behind him to grab for his shirt that lay just behind him, and attempted to pull it over his head with only one arm, the other still clutching onto his wand like a lifeline.
Still struggling to find the hole that his head was supposed to fit through, he heard a small chuckle from the other side of the room, echoing around the space of the building almost menacingly. An awful blush suddenly crept up Harry's neck. Oh, how miserable.
Without warning, a pair of cold fingers were suddenly against the skin of his abdomen, following the waistline of his shirt and helping to tug it down for Harry, who, immediately at the contact, became a blushing statue. Arms still thrown akimbo over his head, Harry held perfectly still as the boy he had nearly killed only a year back helped him dress after seeing him nearly half naked.
Finally, several struggling moments later, Harry's messy hair popped from the neck hole of the shirt, shortly followed by the rest of the boys head.
His face, much to Dracos delight, was flushed heavily, but seemed almost contented.
Standing this close to Harry, close enough to see the details on the boys face that otherwise he would never be able to see, Draco couldn't bear to make himself move. His hands still sat on Harry's waist, where he had just helped pull the rest of his shirt down to cover the scars that he was obviously ashamed of.
Their bodies, now close enough to touch, both began to heat up slightly, both boys hearts began to pound at an unnaturally heavy pace, but neither one looked away from the others eyes, and neither boy pushed the other away.
A small, content smile came across Draco's face as he looked into the others, his eyes were much greener than he had thought, almost the same color as the jade stones that speckled the ground all across the campus, but, there was something else, too. As much as it fascinated him, Draco noticed more than just the color of his orbs. It was the haunted look that lurked beneath them, that hovered just under the surface. The lines around his eyes that only came from years of having them clenched closed in fear, the thickness of the eyelashes that bordered the eyes he now realized that he loved, the smile and the frown lines that tugged at the corners of the ovals of his eyes. And all of it seemed so perfect when on the boy that hid behind them.
Draco could feel his hold on the boys waist become tighter as if by its own accord, pulling Harry's abdomen closer to his own than it had been before; and Harry couldn't find the strength to push him away, however much he knew he should. He found the grey-ish light that emanated directly from Draco's eyes to be a magnet that he couldn't escape from. His grip loosened on the wand that he still held in his hand, the 'click-click' of it hitting the ground at the duos feet barely heard through their little hypnosis.
Harry knew it wasn't right, being this close to the boy that had been dubbed his enemy since the very beginning, but the feeling if being held in the taller boys arms was almost addictive, and the look in his eyes was so gentle, so inviting, so unlike anything he had seen it as before. Harry found himself wanting to trust the Ex-Death Eater, and allowed himself to be pulled closer to the boys chest, craving the warmth that Harry never knew Draco could emit.
When Harry brought his hands up to rest on the others chest, Draco had, at first, been slightly afraid that Harry was going to push him away. Make him leave when all Draco wanted to do was get closer. Unable to help himself as an almost possessive feeling took over him, Draco found himself winding his arms entirely around Harry, instead of just letting his hands stay on the smaller boys waist, pulling him closer until their bodies were held flush up against each other, Harry's hands still settled on the muscle that flexed just under Draco's button-down dress shirt.
Draco also couldn't help himself as he moved his gaze down to Harry's slightly-parted lips, and inclined his head slightly, as if asking for permission to come closer, Harry happily obliged, tilting his head up at the same time. Their lips, close enough to brush, still didn't quite touch, both boys waiting for the other to make the first move.
Of course it was Draco to be the one that finally did make it, pushing his head down even farther to accommodate for Harry's shorter stature, Draco finally pressed his lips to Harry's.
The feeling was incredibly soft, softer than Harry thought Dracos lips might be (not that Harry had ever thought about it... not at all), and more comforting than he thought any feeling invoked by the once-enemy could be. The kiss was sweet, gentle, just oh so nice, Harry found himself pushing his hands up the others chest, and wrapping them around the back of his neck, tugging gently on the hair on the base of Draco's head, earning himself a low groan, and a tighter grip around the formers body. Liking the reaction he received, Harry tried it again, pulling harder on the blond boys hair. This time, Draco practically growled.
Backing Harry up until his back was pressed against the lockers, their kiss got harder, more demanding. Keeping Harry pinned to the locker with his own body, Draco began exploring Harry's body with his fingertips. Licking softly at the crease between Harry's lips, Draco asked for entrance, which was quickly given. Draco didn't even have to fight for dominance as his tongue mapped Harry's mouth, the more submissive boy simply giving in to him without any struggle.
Draco, who's hands had now moved from his waist, to Harry's hip, and neck, groaned again as he felt the smaller boy give a tentative tug to his hair. Reciprocating with a hard, yet not quite painful, bite to Harry's bottom lip, he found himself wanting to continue the sweet torture. The sound Harry made, the soft, keening whimper that drew from his lips had Draco shuddering.
Draco decided right then and there, that he didn't care what happened to him, so long as he got to hear those sweet sounds come from this boys lips; and he got to be the reason they were being made.
Pulling back slightly, Draco savored the new whimper that came from Harry at the loss of contact. Still keeping themselves in the same position, pushed up against each other until it was difficult to tell where one boy ended, and the other began, Draco took in the boys appearance. Lips swollen and red from the intensity of their shared kiss, hair even more mussed than usual, glasses very slightly ascue on his nose. Draco believed that the boy had never looked more attractive.
A small smile came to the blonds lips, and he couldn't be restrained –not that anyone had planned too– as he moved back down to plant his lips on the boys once again.
If the two had died and gone to hell at that exact moment, it wouldn't have mattered. The two, so entranced with each other that they probably wouldn't have noticed if they had died, held each other so closely that there wasn't any room for doubt or regret.
And on Dracos side, anyway, there was none whatsoever. Touching Harry, even being close enough to him to be able to notice the small things as he had this evening, was the happiest moment of his life, he decided. No matter how dramatic that sounded, or how much of a wanker it made him seem like, he was happy. For the first time in more years than he'd care to count, he wasn't so filled with his own self-loathing that it foamed over the brim and left scars on his wrists.
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Draco Malfoy vs. Harry Potter: Harry found out his man's a flat earther
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Harry Potter vs the moment he found out Draco’s a flat earther
It had always been a dream of Harry’s.
From the moment he had discovered National Geographic on the tele, he had been dreaming of travelling around the world.
Seeing those people go everywhere in the world had awoken something inside of him. He wanted that too. He wanted to discover the different cultures, the different foods, the different ways people used magic.
Back when he was living with the Dursley’s, it had all just been a fantasy.
Late at night, when he was sure his aunt and uncle were fast asleep, he would crawl out of his cupboard and turn on the tv, making sure the sound was as low as it could go so he wouldn’t wake anyone.
Or he would secretly buy travel guides from the little shop on the corner of his school’s street with the little money he managed to earn that month.
But now, he didn’t live with the Dursley’s anymore. He didn’t have to sneak around and be quiet about it.
Now, he could do whatever he wanted. And he still really wanted to travel around the world.
It had never been the right time, though. Not until one day...
“I have an idea about where we could go on our honeymoon.”
Harry was lying on the couch, his legs swung over the back and his head resting just over the edge of the cushions. A travel guide was floating in front of him.
Draco, who was actually using the couch the right way, looked up from his charcoal-covered sketchbook, an elegant eyebrow raised in question. “And where would that be?”
“Around the world.”
“You’ll have to be a bit more specific.”
Closing the magazine, Harry sat up on the couch and turned to face his fiancé. “We could travel around the world”, he said, “we could start here and go west to Greenland and Canada and the USA. After that we could go down to South America. And then we could go to Australia and Asia and so forth. Until we’re back here in England.”
Draco was looking at Harry, a blank look on his pale face. And then, he snorted loudly. “Oh! That’s a good one, love.”
Harry stared at Draco, confused. Had he said something funny?
“Draco, what... why are you laughing?”
“Why I’m laughing?” Draco wiped a tear from his eyes, his fingers leaving a stripe of charcoal on his cheek. “Everyone knows the world’s flat, Harry. So it’s impossible to travel all the way around. You’ll just fall off.”
“Fall off the world...” Harry ran a hand through his hair. He didn’t know what to make of this. “You’re serious?”
“Of course I’m serious. Hasn’t anyone ever taught you that in those Muggle schools?”
“Oh my god”, Harry mumbled, covering his face with his hands, “I can’t believe it. I’m marrying a flat earther. How the hell did this happen?”
“What are you talking about?” Now Draco was the one to be confused.
Harry lifted his head and studied Draco’s face. Alright... he’ll have to beat some sense in that thick skull.
“Draco, love, I need you to really listen to me for once”, he began, taking Draco’s dirty hands into his own, his face serious, “the earth is not flat. It never has been flat and it never will be either.”
“Wait...” Draco narrowed his eyes. “So I’ve been lied to my whole life? And nobody has ever said anything?!”
“I know it’s hard to come to terms with the fact that the earth isn’t flat but-“
“No,” Draco waved Harry’s words away, “I don’t care what shape the world is. It can be square for all I care. It’s the fact that nobody has ever told me I was wrong! Honestly, I’ve made a right fool out of myself.”
“Oh,” Harry said, watching as Draco glared at the fireplace, mumbling about the unfairness of it all, “so you’re not upset about finding out the world isn’t flat...?”
As Draco’s gaze fell back on Harry, the tension seemed to melt away from his shoulders, his face softening. He sighed. “I can’t believe I actually thought the earth was flat. Everything makes so much more sense now.”
Harry laughed, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. “I’m sure it does”, he said. His finger traced an invisible pattern on the back of Draco’s hand. “But about our honeymoon-“
“Alright, yes! We’ll go travel around that round earth of yours.”
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