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eris-eveningstar · 1 month

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Here's a little something to tide my readers over before the next chapter....

A short little quote from EXTREMELY far off in the fic:

"You are a fool for loving me, Harry Potter."

"If I am a fool, then I'll damn well be your court jester."

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screamingmandrakes · 3 months

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Dilf Tom Riddle is Back Y’all

An excerpt from my WIP rewrite of my very first HP fic Cashmere, Cologne, and Hot Sunshine that I wrote for a fest back in 2022.

(Legal) Age Gap. Tom is Mr. Granger’s hot college friend and Hermione is feral (TM)

Forfeiting her tedious work, she turns, feeling her dress chafe against her sunburnt skin as she gazes on through the dimming daylight. Her eyes brush over a glossy black car, seemingly out of place beside the beat-up station wagon. The door swings open, devoid of the irritating creak of aged hinges.

At first all there is to see is a full head of hair, inky curls peeking over the car door. As he straightens himself out, his figure faintly illuminated by the distant glow of fireflies, Hermione first takes notice of his clothes; a loose fitting, dark green henley shirt, outlining a lean yet masculine form. Under the dwindling sun, she makes out the subtle lines around his mouth, characteristic of a smoker.

Her gaze sweeps over his face, past the speckled brown of his eyes and the slant of his nose, back down to his lips before she thinks, ‘Oh.’

Her hand settles aimlessly on the shovel staked into the soil. She’s not gawking at him — no, of course not. Hermione Granger doesn’t gawk. This is just another one of her father’s boring, droll friends. Nothing remarkable. Nothing new.

“Tom!” Her father shouts. He shoves himself off the ground, leaving Hermione alone in the dirt. Her knees have sunken into the garden bed, a sheen film of grime stuck to her like a second skin. The air is muggy and crickets chirp from the trees as Hermione watches her father embrace Tom with an arm around his shoulder.

Ms. Granger surges after her husband, arms wide and open as Hermione’s father releases Tom. Crow's feet form at the corners of Tom's eyes, accompanied by a gentle smile as it splits across his face. His lips peel back, unveiling rows of tiny, white teeth. Hermione's eyes linger on his shirt, stretching across his body and accentuating his shoulder blades as he reciprocates the elder Granger's embrace. Briefly, she wonders what his skin is like underneath.

It is an embrace of old friends, nothing more and nothing less, as Tom holds her mother at arm’s length. Hermione breaks her stare, glancing back at his car. Her eyes roam over the tinted windows and the clean, shiny curves, reassuring herself that she isn't searching for a wife or kids.

Oh my god.

She snaps back to the shovel half dug into the ground, allowing her hair to fall in front of her face as scarlet blazes across her cheeks. Only then is she grateful for the treacherous weather, welcoming it as a scapegoat for the fact she’s burning brighter than a tomato. She stabs the shovel further into the soil as Tom laughs, soft and genuine. She has to sit through dinner with this man.

Her father’s gaze burns into her back, wordlessly encouraging her to welcome their guest. She sucks in a sharp, apologetic breath.

So much for being nice.

How mortifying is she, gaping at her father’s friend? And not without notice, she’s sure. She glances toward the door. It isn’t too far, though she might have to hurry if she wants to get inside before somebody notices her sprinting for her life. Her mom won’t be that upset if she ditches dinner just this one time. Hermione’s been in alignment with her whole good girl identity without fail before this, she has the right to flee just this once.

She inhales deeply, casting a cautious look over her shoulder, concealed only by the disheveled coils of hair in her face. Instant regret slams into her, taking her breath with it.

It is not her father watching her.

It’s Tom, and he’s smiling.

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amidnightjen · 1 year

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CW: major character death, brief descriptions of blood and injury.

It was Kreacher who found him in the end. Kreacher who entered the auror offices, hands wringing and head bowed.

Ron knew it was bad news. His stomach lurched and as he sank to his knees before Kreacher he knew. He knew.

“Master Harry is with Master Draco.”

…that was not what Ron had been expecting to hear. Before he could ask, before he could demand an explanation, Kreacher held out one hand, expression solemn.

“I is taking you to Master Harry.”

Ron took Kreacher’s hand, felt the tug and twist of apparation, and then - and then he saw Harry.

His best friend was slumped against a headstone, head drooping onto his chest, hands slack by his side. His chest was soaked with blood. The sound that escaped Ron then was broken, a sob torn from him as he fell to his knees and reached a cautious hand out to Harry to check what he already knew.

And it was only then that he saw the name on the headstone.

Draco Malfoy.

Master Harry is with Master Draco.

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bitkahuna · 2 years

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“Still straight?” Harry joked.

“Yes.” He mumbled.

“Shame. Try again next year, yea?”

Draco’s cheeks turned pink at the implication. He had no idea how it happened, but Harry managed to escalate the conversation, best him, and calm the mood back down in under five minutes. After realizing this, Draco let go. He let go of whatever anger he had and he also let go of the idea that he needed to win, just for now. Letting that go gave him the gall to ask, “Are you flirting?”

Now it was Harry’s turn to be silent a moment. He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out as he realized he might be.

Was he flirting?

Perhaps.

He hadn’t quite decided. But since Draco didn’t seem to be openly disgusted or made hostile by the idea, he decided it couldn’t hurt to just go for it. “That depends on if it’s working. But your blush says it might be.” Maybe it was revenge for all the times Draco cornered him and unknowingly made him flustered. Maybe it was for the gay joke he made once. Either way, he didn’t know why he was doing this. But he didn’t want to stop. Instead, he closed his book, rose from his chair, and walked around his little table to approach Draco. “Do you like the idea of a man flirting with you, Draco?”

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kazisstillawake · 1 month

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🐍 The Runemaster - Tomarry ⚡️

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Harry left with a lot on his mind. His mess was far from over, but it felt like he was finally making some headway.

He turned the corner and slammed into someone. His bag slipped off his shoulder, and all his books, parchment, quills, and ink bottles slid across the floor.

‘Sorry,’ he said on reflex, crouching to grab his stuff.

‘No, my fault.’

Harry’s blood ran cold, and his scar flared. He kept his eyes down as he scooped his books back into his bag. He discreetly flattened his hair over his scar. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched Riddle crouch and help.

‘It’s alright,’ said Harry, hoping to stop him.

Riddle ignored his words, and Harry tried not to rush too much. You’re nobody; you’re one of many, thought Harry, the words a circling mantra.

He shoved the last book into his bag and looked around for the rest. His eyes settled on the last few that Riddle held out. Before Harry could take them, Riddle changed his mind and disregarded his hand. He shoved them into his bag and zipped it up for him. Harry tried not to wince. Bit much.

‘Thank you.’

‘No problem.’ They stood up. ‘How has your first week at Hogwarts been?’

‘Great, thank you.’ Harry adjusted his bag strap.

Riddle’s voice was smooth, and he spoke softly. He was probably smiling too, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to look further than the top of his tie. Neville once said that avoiding people’s eyes made you less memorable. Harry didn’t know if that was true, but it was worth a shot.

‘If you need anything, you can come to me.’

He spoke benevolently to Harry like he was a disoriented first-year. And not for the first time, Harry wondered how Voldemort was so beloved by professors and students. He was older than him; it was beyond insulting.

‘Thank you.’ It was all he could squeeze out. He felt like a broken record.

‘I’m sorry to hear about your cat.’

That cat. That damn cat.

‘He was old but thank you.’

Harry’s dead responses got the desired effect. He glanced up. There was nothing beyond the disarming smile on Riddle’s face. He had seen that smile before in the diary, and did it always look that manufactured? It was so infectious in his second year. Perspective did wonders.

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trouvailleamor · 8 months

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Next, they renovate a room for Regulus. Sirius has the idea of choosing the Red Room for Regulus, since it's the last place they saw him, but the room itself seems to have disappeared out of thin air.

Remus decides not to think too hard about that, and Sirius follows suit.

from the next chapter of The ghosts we both see

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marauderstan014 · 1 year

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"Shall we go to honeydukes, then? We can go back to school after and I'll go to the kitchen with you. It's too cold here, isn't it?"

"It really is…" James opened his mouth, but closed it again, not saying anything.

“What?”

“Can we just go back to school?” He asked in a small voice. “I’m not feeling well here.”

“Of course we can, James. We’ll go to the kitchen and we’ll have whatever you want to, and if you want to do something after eating, then we will. Whatever you want.”

“For now, I’d really like a kiss,” he smiled. “I’m still not sure whether I like it or not, I think I should try again.”

“Smooth, Potter,” Regulus laughed, but didn’t think twice before kissing him again.

James’ mouth is undoubtedly the eighth world wonder.

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gryfferin-gaybies · 3 months

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"Just give me a chance, Draco. We can start over like I'm someone you've just met. It'll be like—"

"But you're not!" Draco interrupted him. His voice was louder than what would've been considered appropriate for his work place and laced with urgency; he was practically begging Harry to understand. "You're not someone I just met! You're someone I know inside and out and yet still not at all. Looking at you still gives me that same I-can-do-absolutely-anything feeling like no time has passed whatsoever. You have no idea what just being around you does to me!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his tone was lower and lacked the borderline hysteria he was feeling. "I don't want to take the time to relearn you, Potter, because it would be too easy and I couldn't handle having to try to forget you again."

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innoodlewetrust · 11 months

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“That’s quite nasty, isn’t it?” Harry says, pointing to the Dark Mark.

“It makes for an okay reminder,” Draco says.

“Of what you were?” Harry asks, absurdly generous.

Draco has to take a breath. “Of who I want to be.”

— All Things Go by iota

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celestialseawitch-ff · 1 year

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(( That's a WHOLE ASS bouquet! ))

Harry didn’t say anything. She came around her desk and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why are you so fixated on me? On this? I’ve told you I’m not interested.”

“Then stop staring at my lips.”

Hermione’s eyes snapped up to his, her cheeks pink. She swallowed thickly.

“Sexual attraction does not mean we’re compatible marriage partners.”

“But it means we’re compatible in some way.” He tucked a lock of curls behind her ear. His fingers traced the curve of her face. “I think we’re compatible in more than a few ways.”

Hermione felt her heart hammer against her ribcage. Her body trembled.

“That’s not- that’s not good enough,” she whispered.

Harry stepped closer and his scent of wind and sage enveloped her. Her lashes fluttered.

“I thought you wanted to settle down,” he whispered. “That’s what I want too.”

“I don’t even know you.”

His nose lightly brushed hers. “Get to know me,” he breathed.

His lips touched hers and Hermione’s eyes fluttered shut. She leaned into him without thought. His lips were so soft and full against her own. His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her flush against him. His hand slid up her back and tangled in her loose curls. She felt herself get lost in the security of his embrace. His enticing scent had her melting into him.

He tasted like peppermint.

Hermione moaned.

A throat cleared.

Hermione’s eyes shot open and she pushed Harry away. He broke the kiss and swallowed before stepping back. Hermione raised a hand to her mouth and felt her entire face turn red when she saw Minerva standing in the doorway.

The headmistress’ eyebrows were high on her forehead as she stared at the sight before her.

Harry winked, completely unashamed. “Morning, Minnie.”

“Harry, darling,” Minerva greeted warmly, if a bit amused.

Hermione glanced back and forth between them.

“I like that shade of lip gloss on you,” Minerva quipped.

Hermione’s head shot around to Harry and she felt herself die a little inside at the sight of her lip gloss on his face.

Harry’s grin widened. “Thanks,” he said as he wiped the makeup onto his hand, “it’s strawberry flavoured, I think.”

Hermione dropped her face into her hands. “Oh my god.”

“The children will be arriving soon. Perhaps this can wait until after hours?”

“Yes, of course,” Hermione rushed to say. “I’m so sorry. It’s completely unprofessional and I-”

“-We’ll pick it up over dinner tonight, Minnie. Don’t worry.”

Hermione glared at Harry.

“Dinner?” Minerva questioned, amused.

“I already have plans with Min and Otis, thank you,” Hermione snappishly informed Harry as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Harry was unswayed. “A double date then?”

Hermione scoffed at the same time that Minerva said, “That’s a lovely idea.”

“Minerva!” Hermione took a few steps towards her colleague. “We have other things to discuss tonight.”

They were going to talk about the school and their options over dinner tonight.

“Other things can wait,” Minerva told her. She raised an eyebrow at Harry. “Seven sharp, Mr. Potter. Don’t be late.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Minnie.”

Minerva left with an amused smile on her face. Hermione turned and glared furiously at Harry.

“You have no idea what you’ve just done.”

“I’ve made an opportunity for us to get to know each other.”

“You’re impossible.”

Harry nodded and shrugged. “I’ve had people say worse.”

“Do you ever quit?”

“Not if it’s worth it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “How did you even know I worked here?”

He opened his mouth-

“-You know what? No. I don’t care. Just go. And don’t you dare show up for dinner tonight.”

Harry laughed as he headed for the door. “As if I’d disobey Minerva McGonagall.”

“I’m going to hex you so badly,” she threatened.

He turned and smiled at her. “Is it bad that I kind of hope you do?”

He left before she could draw her wand. Hermione stood in the middle of her classroom, furious, frustrated, and ridiculously aroused.

“Absolute wanker.”

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eris-eveningstar · 1 month

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As you fall to the depths of desire

Here's an excerpt from chapter 2! It hasn't been released yet, but enjoy! I almost got it done, just another scene or two.

Here's my fic, for new readers:

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"Ginny! Please, please don't tell anyone!" He stammered his words as he yanked the shirt back on, trying to position it so the hickies were covered up. Harry had no idea what to say, if words could ever be enough, but he just knew that Ginny had to keep her mouth shut. He couldn't explain what happened, where, and with whom, and this was just...Merlin, no.

With a sigh, Ginny closed the door to the dorm room and shot a locking spell towards it. "Well, Harry, looks like we need to talk. Why don't we sit?"

Slouching his way, head down, Harry plopped onto his bed with all the mental clarity of a criminal on death row about to be faced with a dementor. Ginny sat on the chair of his adjoining desk, and with a hand on her cheek and glimmering eyes, she said, "So, Harry, who's the lucky girl or guy? I'm pretty sure it's an alpha, at least, looking at all...that." She chuckled.

Harry gaped, looking at her like she just told him she was in love with Severus Snape and they were engaged to be married. "Huh?" He said dumbly.

"Well? Out with it! C'mon, was it good? You gotta tell me, I haven't gone that far yet, but you...wow." Ginny giggled into her hand, her reddened cheeks matching with her red hair.

"I—yeah, yeah it was good." His words came out heavy, but it was almost like a release, as if he just put down a weight he'd been carrying. It was...nice. It was nice to admit. Despite who it was with, Harry had really enjoyed it. He didn't want to accept it, but sexually speaking, Tom and him were...extremely compatible. If Tom wasn't his enemy, if they were the same age, Harry wondered....

He couldn't let his mind go down that path, though, so instead, he spent the next hour fielding Ginny's questions, sharing with her giggles (somehow) as he explained how his first time went down, heavily edited, of course.

"So, um, he held me down, and then he...well...his hands held my thighs down, and he opened them and then..." He blushed, his words felt too explicit and he almost couldn't go that far, but Ginny understood, as evident by the flush on her cheeks.

"Wow. That is some alpha... huh. Bloody hell, do you think he has a brother? Maybe one that likes redheads?"

Harry snickered. "You'd bloody hope not. The sex is good but the guy's a git, and if he had a brother, then Merlin help us all."

"This guy isn't You-Know-Who, Harry." She said with an eye roll, not realizing exactly how wrong she was, but Harry certainly wasn't going to tell her. "Or Malfoy...right?"

Looking into Harry's dumbstruck eyes, she snapped, "Right?"

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saoirse-murphy · 3 months

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Serpentine Hearts

Read on Wattpad by @Saoirse_Murphy

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | 1/?

Mature/Explicit; 2462

Tags: Postwar, Eigthyear, Healing

In the gentle embrace of healing, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are trying to find some sort of solace after a war fought by children. Both carrying the weight of past wounds, they converged on the intersection of vulnerability and resilience, weaving a narrative of renewal and connection.

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reliand · 1 year

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The Mirror of Ecidyrue

Book 5: Draco Malfoy and the Talon Brand ||

"MORSMODRE!" the woman screamed, and her brand in the sky turned green.

The Dark Mark surged up into the sky, Slytherin-green between the clouds, and in the distance, very distant, Draco heard louder screams. Draco's legs trembled, wand nearly dropping out of his hand, but then he ran forward. He could see the rain itself glowing the Dark Mark's acid green in the air before him, getting colder and colder, and Draco knew this feeling...

My take on an event that takes place in the Talon Brand. It was one of my favorite chapters, even if I took some small liberties.

This is part of an ongoing series of drawings I’m doing for the fic, which are linked below:

Book 1 || Book 3 || Book 4

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rebelcongeriem · 1 year

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FANFICTION ALERT ▴━━ introducing creature agendas !

Hermione’s startled gasp draws his attention, and Harry turns to find her standing frozen with fear, metal clenched tightly in shaking hands, as the shackled beast opens its great maw and an orange glow starts from within, growing brighter and brighter until, with one hoarse roar, it unleashes a jet of fire at them.

Harry’s mind goes blank, his body moving before his brain has the chance to process what is happening. He wastes no time at all in throwing himself at Hermione who hasn’t budged from her spot, Ron’s frantic, “‘Mione!” sounding in the background. But in his haste to reach her, Harry stumbles over a loose rock in the ground and lands hard on his knee, ripping a hole into the knee of his pants and scraping the skin, even as his hands unerringly find Hermione’s shoulders to push her out of the way of the flames.

She hits the ground with a groan, her fearful gaze locked on Harry just as the flames reach him, swallowing him whole, her piercing scream echoing off the rocky walls, matching Ron’s cry of shock.

Orangish red fills Harry’s vision, the stifling wave of heat settling around him like a cloak set aflame, blurring the edges of his vision until it finally whites out. He blinks rapidly, trying to relieve the stinging in his eyes. (It hurts.) Merlin does it hurt, the feel of the flames licking at his skin a blistering sensation teasing his nerve endings into a frenzy of tingles and itches and stings, a hint of the pain and destruction to come—pain that soon turns excruciating.

It radiates through him, not unlike the Cruciatus he was once subjected to, threatening to cripple him as a shroud of inky blackness lurks at the edges of his mind, so thick he can barely tell his up from his down.

Until, between breaths, the black spots flickering in his eyes finally dissolve, and he’s suddenly met with the awe-inspiring sight of a gargantuan skeletal dragon looming over him like some great, insurmountable mountain, with thick, bony wings stretched as far as the eye can see, pitch-black and tipped with a pair of sickles, from whence coils of shadows writhe around them, beckoning him forward.

“Greetings, Harry James Potter,” says the being, several voices overlapping Their unearthly, whispery-soft tone as They lower Their head until They are at eye-level with him.

Harry stares in stupefied astonishment at the sheer size of the thing, hardly able to hold Their opaque gaze without flinching. Their eyesockets are twice the size of dinner plates, as black as the skeletal frame They don proudly—and just as unnerving, the ancient intelligence in Their gaze as unfathomable as the deepest, most unexplored parts of space humankind yearns to touch but never will. Shadows lovingly cling to Them, all but sinking into Their bones with every minute shift of Their body as They continue to regard him with some foreign emotion akin to familiarity, an aura of fondness surrounding Them that is as surprising as it is compelling.

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bitkahuna · 5 months

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Untitled Harry x Draco fanfiction, opening of ch 4. Basilisk in the Bathroom

“In the summer before returning to Hogwarts, Harry decided that Dobby was doubtlessly one of the worst things to ever happen to him.”

Dobby pisses me off and it fucking shows

#harry potter #draco x harry #fanfic excerpt #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 author #ao3fic #ao3 harry potter

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mercyll · 6 months

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#svsss #scum villains self saving system #excerpts #The Harry Potter reference killed me

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