#pining draco

[ilovethemoon3]

Draco and Blaise DEFINITELY had a thing.

I really love the idea of them having a “situationship” where they can’t actually go around telling people they’re together because their families would go crazy if they knew that they’re gay.

So there are days where Draco sees red because why the hell is every single girl in Hogwarts flirting with Blaise. And what bothers him the most is that Blaise actually responds back to them with interest just to spite him. He’d sometimes cross the line and go for a kiss. Draco just watches as Blaise starts groping what’s-her-name’s thighs.

These type of events usually follow with Draco coming back to the common room with disheveled hair, red lips, and his shirt untucked. Blaise also noticed how he’s unsteady on his feet, limping. At that moment, Blaise realizes how he can’t stand the thought of someone else touching what’s his, and only his.

Blaise follows him to their room and pushes Draco to the bed, touching him every inch of his skin to get rid of the other person’s mark on his Draco.

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Part 2

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[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Blurb 2.5

The Time Turner

Once upon a time, there was a boy who loved a blah blah blah.

The book snapped shut and was thrown across the room, landing beside the latest copy of the Daily Prophet. On it was a moving picture, a reel that repeated over and over and over.

Draco sneered at the paper, eyeing the boy who loved the girl who didn’t look like a girl anymore. The boy didn’t always love the girl. He was intimidated by the her. She was a full of knowledge and heart that was uncanny. The boy was lucky that she had fallen for him.

She had, somehow, been blind to how much he loathed the way she saw the world. The way she was able to pick it apart and piece it all back together. She could manipulate stories and she would show the world, and the people would ooh and aah and say, of course, what a wonderful story!

And all it took was a mere glimpse from her. And she would pierce through all of the bullshit and manage to create something new and beautiful.

So why, then, hadn’t she seen through the bullshit that was the man she had chosen to marry? Why had she said yes to the boy who hated her. The boy who coveted keeping her all to himself, determined to tamper the light that was so fucking brilliant, he should have been blinded!

Draco paced the length of the parlor room. He retraced the space that had once held the girl. Had held her crying bleeding body while this boy had done nothing. Which really doesn’t make him any better than the boy who had won her heart.

But still! Draco was fraught with unreleased tension. With regrets and indecision.

Draco Malfoy was in a bad place.

Which is what might had led him to seek out that Time Turner his father had stolen once upon a time and hidden in the back of his study. Behind a spelled book case that would only reveal itself to the lord of the manor.

Which, with his father now in prison, was him.

And so, it was with little regard and a lot of Fire Whiskey, that Draco tore from the cursed parlor and down the long hallway that would inevitably lead him into his father old study.

He remembered when his father had brought it home. Draco was six years old at the time, having no idea that his life would come down something as mundane as blood. Which every single person possesses. Blood was plenty! In the Muggle world, they had types of blood like O and A and B or C. He really didn’t know what or how they labeled a persons blood. All he knew is that they used it to save lives, not determine if it allowed a person to be hunted by a dark lord or not.

Little Draco, who knew nothing of blood status and wouldn’t until he was eight years old, watched as his father presented it to him. Like a bit of show and tell his class would sometimes do on Fridays. He held it in the palm of his hand, and pivoted it back and forth.

“Look at this, Draco.” His father said, his voice eerily quiet. “This is going to bring our family luck one day. One day, we might need to use it. But until then,” His father cleared his throat and turned to the book case behind his desk. Draco watched in awe as he reached out to place it into the book case. Only it didn’t appear on a shelf. It disappeared and Draco had been amazed. How wonderful and powerful his clever father was.

The nerve of the youth and their ignorance.

But now that he was Lord of Malfoy Manor, he could see it. The glamor of the book case wilted away and in it’s place sat a different kind of shelf. It held at least two dozen little intricate items. Urns and orbs. Jewelry that looked like it had oxidized and wooden crosses. Pearls that were silver and black. Candles that Draco wasn’t entirely sure about. Probably cursed to summon a demon when lit, he thought, just before his eyes fell on the Time Turner.

It sat just between an old wooden shoe — whatever the hell that was — and a painting of an old house by the sea. It was all rather odd but it wasn’t important.

He reached out for the Time Turner.

And hesitated.

What would he actually do, if he went back in time? Would he save Granger from being tortured? If he did, would she have been able to aide Potter in his victory against Voldemort?

If not, that would be...disastrous to say the least.

He paused and looked at the door to the study. Beyond it was the hall that led back to the parlor.

Where he had thrown the book.

It was a book somebody had written about Ronald Weasley after the victory of the battle. A book that was written using interviews from him, his friends, acquaintances. They hadn’t interviewed Draco, of course. Not hat he would have agreed.

But if he could, somehow, go back in time and stop her from going back with Weasley. Stop her from agreeing to be his fucking wife! he had to try.

And so, with only a hint of apprehension, Draco put the chain over his head and rushing through the calculations in his head, he quickly did the math that would cause him to turn the dial several times. Giving him, he assumed, the opportunity to best win her over. To make her his.

Draco finished turning the hourglass and watched as days and months passed.

He felt dizzy, watching it all morph with elapsed time.

When everything settled and he found himself in the same quiet house, Draco took off. Tucking the Time Turner into his shirt, he stepped through the Floo and stepped directly into a home he didn’t belong in.

A home that belonged to the only Pureblood family who wanted nothing to do with Draco Malfoy.

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[thereaderarchive]

Birthday promises

• for @drarrymicrofic prompt: Mermaids ♫ | words: 95

"Listen to me, Potter." He barely stays on his feet, yet his pronunciation is precise, if a little slower. "I'll ask you one day." 

They haven't spoken in years. Malfoy arrived at the pub two hours ago with his posh friends singing Happy Birthday every thirty minutes. 

"Ask me what?" 

"To marry me." 

Harry licks his lips. He doesn't know a thing about Malfoy's life. Does he have a job? How drunk is he? Will he remember by morning? Is this a threat or...? 

"You promise?" Harry asks, feeling hungry for something they don't have.

A little something for the birthday boy.

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[extremewritersblock]

Drabble: “I wouldn’t mind if you ruined my life, Granger.”

“Quit following me, Malfoy.”

Hermione walked to the back wall of the Manor’s library. She heard the door close behind her and presumed that Malfoy hadn’t listened to her demand. 

“Why did you run away from the party?”

She had - quite literally - run from the room, but after what she’d overheard, she was no longer in the mood to be surrounded by any more of Lucius Malfoy’s cronies. 

“According to your father, I’m just some silly girl out to ruin your life.”

She turned to see him strolling towards her. Even in her angered state, she couldn't help but admire how good he looked in his suit. Bespoke and fit to the black tie occasion, he’d garnered stares from nearly every woman he passed tonight. It was the same at every party his parents threw. He was always the star.

Malfoy didn’t stop walking until he had her back pinned to the wall of books behind her. 

“I wouldn’t mind if you ruined my life, Granger.”

This wasn’t the reaction she had expected. She searched his eyes for their usual twinge of mockery, but it was absent. On the contrary, his look was pleading, silently asking her to understand the position he was in.

Pitted between his father and his secret girlfriend must be a tough spot. 

“I’m not in the business of converting ex-Death Eaters to the good side, but you might want to go let your father know that. He seems concerned.”

Malfoy sighed, running a hand through his neatly styled hair. He started to pace in front of her.

“Look, I don’t know what you heard but -”

“I’ll tell you exactly what I heard. I heard Lucius telling you to start distancing yourself from me. ‘She’s bad for your image’. Something along those lines, if I remember correctly.”

He stopped his stride and began to remove the cufflinks of his shirt. 

“I’m begging you to understand. From my father’s perspective, you and I are not supposed to be together - you go against everything my family believes in. To be associated with you romantically would completely ruin me and everything I've worked so hard to build -”

“Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think I’m reminded of that at every. single. one. of these parties I attend?” She wanted to yell it, scream at the top of her lungs how much those truths hurt to hear, but she despised the thought of any more Malfoys listening in to this conversation. 

He shook his head, clearly frustrated at the direction their conversation was headed.

“You didn't let me finish. Those are his opinions, Granger, not mine. I couldn’t give a damn about any of those things -”

He reached to touch her face, grazing his hand across her cheek. Without thinking, she leaned her head into his palm, habitually, her eyes closed. She wanted to believe that what he was telling her was true.

“I want to be ruined by you.”

His voice was music to her ears, but his words were music to her heart.

“I’m done trying to be someone my parents want me to be. I’m not that person. I’ll - I’ll burn every bridge I’ve built if it means that you’ll be with me.” He let his finger slide lazily against her skin. She reveled in his touch. “Ruin me. If it means you’ll belong to me, I’ll destroy every part of my life that doesn’t accept you in it.”

She could feel his suspense as he waited to hear her thoughts, but she kept her eyes closed. Could it be that the future that she’d wanted for so long was finally achievable? It felt as though, if she were to open her eyes, reality would come and force their love back into hiding.

“Hermione.”

The use of her given name caused her to meet his gaze. If looks could burn, she would have been an inferno. 

“Please, tell me what you’re thinking. I’m begging you.” He removed his hand from her cheek and found her arm. He brought her hand to his lips, placing chaste kisses along the tender skin of her wrist.

“It’s become exhausting,” she said. 

“What has?” he asked between kisses.

“Pretending to hate you.”

Draco paused for what felt like an eternity. Hermione felt the weight of the moment - like the fate of their relationship hung in the balance of his next words.

“Then let’s stop pretending.”

She let out a sigh she hadn’t realized she’d been holding in.

“You’re serious? You’re willing to risk - everything?”

He grabbed her hand, pulling her into him. His hold felt sure and strong, like no matter what they were about to face, they would face it together.

“It’s time we let everyone know that you’re mine.”

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[rockingrobin69]

Favourite

It’s a joke, until it isn’t anymore, with the doorbell and then Potter on the other side, wearing his leather jacket and a smile. Draco swallows. Twice. Still he can’t come up with anything better than, “Thought we said Sunday.”

“Today’s sooner,” Potter says, like an idiot. His smile stretches from here to-fucking-there, ridiculous and alluring all at once. Draco tries and fails for a deep breath.

He braces himself against the doorway. “How do we…?”

“I have my bike,” Potter says, which, of course he does. Giving him just one heart attack will never be enough. He must notice the look on Draco’s face, because he’s chewing his bottom lip until it goes near-white. “We could Floo, if you’d rather. There’s plenty of fireplaces in town.”

“Floo,” Draco repeats, relieved and disappointed all at once. Before he remembers: “My flat isn’t—Muggle neighbourhood, you know.”

Potter releases the poor captured lip and Draco closes his eyes in gratitude. Then opens again to see something even worse, an attempt for a thinking face. “How do you normally go?” and he has the nerve to sound bloody gentle. Draco balks.

“I usually, the bus, erm, that is, every ten minutes or so—”

So they take the bus, and this joke that isn’t a joke anymore has gone too far, because Potter insists he’ll pay. ‘After the last time’, by which he means the non-date, in which the lady refused Draco’s Galleons for thinking they were Scottish currency. Not his fault.

“I know how pounds work, now.”

“Good. I still promised. Said I’ll introduce you to new Muggle music.”

Draco believed he’d been joking, then, but Potter is Potter, and as Potter he has to make it into something honourable. He feels stupid.

“You don’t have to do anything.”

“That’s true,” Potter takes his hand, which, what, and threads their fingers together. “I want to.”

Fuck. “You’re being weird,” Draco is horrified to find out he’s said out loud. Potter only laughs.

“You’re the one who said he doesn’t have a favourite song. Now, that’s weird.”

He laughs again, and Draco doesn’t know how to tell him that was only a half-truth; he may not have a favourite song, exactly, but… Then he finds he’s laughing too. The bus continues onward, and Potter doesn’t let go of his hand.

He thought it was a joke, but this is actually much better.

For the wonderful @yomarius, 400 words for ‘my favourite song’. By the way, you can prompt me too!    

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[bluezeldana]

Potions and Roses

🌹9k

🌹Rated E

🌹Eight year

🌹Pining Draco

🌹Hermione finds a rose on her pillow each night

I've edited this one-shot from 2022 (previously titled The Colour of the Roses) because the writing was not fluid, and I think it reads so much better now.

Read it on Ao3.

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[sitp-recs]

Ohh that last fic you shared was amazing! "Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave". Loved it! Do you have some more recs with similar dynamics between them, like harry struggling to commit, being a bit fuckboyish haha and draco pining after him? Would love to read some more! Thank you 😊

Hi anon, you’re very welcome! I thought of a few fics that aren’t necessarily similar to that one but you might enjoy them anyway! Here’s the link for the above mentioned fic: Don’t hate him when he gets up to leave by @deliciousblizzardshark

smoke break by saltwatergarden (E, 4k)

Potter rarely stayed the night, typically Flooing home after they were done, and they never went out, or, for that matter, met at Potter’s place. Draco was very aware of what he was to Potter—a convenience—and despite his pride, he accepted it, because he knew it was the most he was ever going to get from Potter, and far more than he deserved.

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by iota (M, 17k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by lauren3210 (E, 19k)

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Famous by fwooshy (E, 24k)

It's a couple of years after the war, and Harry's bored of models now, the same way he's bored of Ron's constant nagging, bored of his Weasley monogram knitwear, bored of the same fucking grin that greets him when he hands his fire-truck red Bugatti over to the valet every night. He wants to find—well, he isn't sure what he wants. Anything but models. Harry is in the mood for...messy. And Draco Malfoy's looking like a walking disaster in the making.

Your Place or Mine? by loveglowsinthedark (E, 27k)

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (E, 58k)

“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k) - mutual pining

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

This Year's Love by trishjames (E, 84k)

This year’s love had better last, heaven knows it’s high time when you try to make lovers from friends. But Harry Potter realises time and time again that it’s simply not possible for him. And then along comes Draco Malfoy— the ultimate foe on the mend. Whatever will become of them? A story about love.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k) - mutual pining

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

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[pinkykats-place]

Hufflepuff Reader x Draco Malfoy Ⅱ

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[jomiddlemarch]

(I measure time by how a body sways)

I. “Thank you for agreeing to see me. You’re the only person I can ask,” Draco said. He’d cast a wandless Silencio that he’d modified to prevent any type of recording, which was, as they said,  sending roses to Beaubatons, but he’d been more influenced in his youth by Severus Snape than his own father, and the habit for secrecy and self-reliance died hard. The wards on Bill Weasley’s office were the most robust at the Ministry outside of the Department of Mysteries and on the rare occasions a goblin sought an interview, they merited a brief grimace that indicated respect and recognition of what Bill had learned from studying the first level wards at Gringott’s.

The massive door was shut tight and its three locks (melchior, silver, and shakudo) were properly secured. Bill sat behind his slab of a desk, his eyes on Draco and the only means of egress. Short of casting Fidelius, there was no greater privacy to be had in Wizarding Great Britain. 

(Draco had discarded the plan to portkey to Durmstrang and use their Rechevi zatvor chamber. Bill could be late for dinner, but Fleur wouldn’t allow him to miss it entirely just to chat with a colleague.)

“I’m the only person, eh?” Bill said, his expression skeptical. He would have raised an eyebrow, if that were an option, but the scarring on his face had affected the musculature as well. He made do with tone or voice and rubbing a hand along his bearded jaw. Something about the touch of werewolf had darkened his hair to bronzed chestnut, but every once in a while, Draco remembered how richly auburn he’d once been, when he’d looked like a Viking warrior, nearly a match for his half-Veela bride.

“Flitwick doesn’t have the expertise in the Dark Arts, plus he’s overdue to retire and is on the verge of turning into a second Binns,” Draco said. “I need help, not a tranquilizer.”

Bill shrugged in apparent agreement.

“Krum’s sister Vela is in the middle of something with their Unspeakables and is on leave from Durmstrang. Master Zesiro at Uagadou refuses to respond to me and before you ask, I sent Owls, tokens and an emissary. No dice,” Draco said. Bill knew why Zesiro was unwilling to engage, Draco didn’t need to go through the whole rigamarole again and have Bill point out Draco’s myriad unforced errors.

“And so you came to me,” Bill said.

“I knew you’d at least agree to meet with me. And unlike the others, you have a vested interest in my…situation. It could be considered a conflict but I think it’s actually something in favor of you as an advisor,” Draco said.

“Plus, no one else is capable, willing, or available,” Bill replied. “I feel honored, truly, Draco—”

“It’s not like that,” Draco said. Bill was probably the Weasley Draco got along best with, Ron and Ginny still unable to completely move past their schooldays, Percy still too much of a prig, Charlie an unknown, having retreated to his dragon preserve, only emerging for Weasley events of great import, ones which Draco would not be invited to. Draco felt George Weasley had lost his mind along with his twin and kept his distance, knowing Fleur agreed and would back him up if she absolutely had to. He and Bill had worked together on a number of cases and there had been three definitive occasions when Draco had saved Bill’s life, plus Fleur liked Draco’s taste in wine and willingness to linger over a cassoulet. Given all that, Draco struggled with Bill’s wry teasing, though the older man had made it clear that it was much milder than any mockery the Weasleys exchanged among themselves. 

“It’s all right. Tell me, what’s happened that has the unflappable Draco Malfoy, well, flapped? Is that even a word?” Bill said, the kindness edging amusement in his blue eyes.

“It’s not. Even if it were, I’m not flapped. I’m…I don’t know what I am. I feel like I’ve lost my bearings, like my magic has slipped from my control, it might be wild or absent or—”

“What happened, Draco?” Bill repeated, serious now, all joking cast aside.

“This,” Draco said, rolling up his sleeve and extending his left forearm. “This bloody well fucking happened.”

“Fuck,” Bill breathed, reaching out to take hold of Draco’s wrist but pausing to catch his eye first in a wordless request for permission. Draco nodded sharply, though he couldn’t help flinching when Bill grasped him firmly and leaned closer. He’d worn iron manacles in Azkaban, though they’d been unnecessary, there to make the prison guards remember he was a prisoner. To slake some of their rage that might otherwise have been channeled into assault. Bill’s touch was much lighter than the metal cuffs, but for a moment, it was unbearable. He took a deep breath and Bill, with a wolf’s acuity, heard him, gripping him less tightly.

“When did you notice it changed?” Bill asked with the curiosity of the scientist examining a new specimen.

“How the fuck did it change, Bill? No one else’s Dark Mark has ever altered, not since Voldemort was destroyed!” Draco exclaimed. 

Shortly after Harry had cast the final curse that killed Voldemort, the Dark Mark on all surviving Death-eaters had blurred, as if a noxious fog had consumed the brand. By the next dawn, the tattoos were sharply delineated again but they’d changed from the original serpent and skull. Each person carried an image of what they regretted most; those who remained loyal to Voldemort wore an exquisite rendition of Harry Potter wielding the Elder Wand. Severus Snape’s body showed with a cameo’s perfection Lily Potter’s face in profile, which made Draco wonder how long the man’s spirit had lingered and whether his ghost must haunt the Shrieking Shack. Lucius had the door of the family vault left open, the stacks of Galleons sharply diminished, the Malfoy crest half-destroyed.

Draco had borne the cabinet of mysteries he’d brought into Hogwarts emblazoned against the pale skin of his inner arm, the grain of the wood, the elegance of the scrollwork, the dangling key with its gold tassel all included in precise detail.

Had being the optimal word. Because the cabinet was gone and, in its place, the word Mudblood was carved with in the spiky hand his aunt had used to sign any document, the letters in dusky atramentum. The flesh around them was stained with the angry red streaks of blood poisoning. 

It was the mark Hermione Granger still carried fifteen years later after Bellatrix Lestrange had tortured her with a cursed blade and repeated Crucios, impervious to any enchantment, potion or balm. Something about the combination of assaults, the raving madness of the caster, her last bit of sanity held like a shard of glass, had rendered the scar beyond the purview of any magical healing, though Potter in particular had been loath to accept it and had spent a decent chunk of his vault’s holdings on attempts.

Now it was on Draco Malfoy’s arm. 

Now it was his greatest regret. 

Now he had no idea what to do about that.

“You don’t need to bite my head off. I’ll remind you, you came to me for help. Advice. So, again, when did you first notice it had changed?” Bill asked.

“About a week ago, I went to bed early. I’d felt ill the whole day, thought I’d sleep it off with a little Dreamless, whatever it was. I woke in the night with chills and then again, soaked to the skin, but in the morning, I felt all right, if not terribly rested. When I was washing up, that’s when I noticed it,” Draco said. That first moment, the shock had been like that of a curse caught full in the chest, his breath pulled from his lungs, an unearthly cold at the base of his spine. He’d dropped the loose shirt he’d worn to bed without thinking about it, muttering Lumos Lumos Lumos until the bathroom was as bright as an operating theater. He’d never before experienced his body as separate, but his arm had not felt like it belonged to him and he’d touched the tattoo gingerly with a forefinger before he tried to claw it off.

“Has it changed since that first morning?” Bill said.

“No, it hasn’t. It doesn’t feel any different now than it did before either,” Draco said.

“So what you’re most distressed about is that it changed,” Bill said.

“Yes, Bill, that’s what I’m most distressed about,” Draco said, trying to keep himself restrained. He sounded unhinged, even to himself. Or was that only to himself?

“Because I thought maybe you were most upset about it changing to Hermione’s scar from Bellatrix torturing her,” Bill remarked coolly. Hermione’s romantic relationship with Ron Weasley had barely lasted a fortnight, but the Weasley clan still considered her one of theirs and Bill, in particular, having learned what was expected of her by Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, dating back to her first year at Hogwarts and lasting through the horcrux hunt and the final battle, was inclined to be protective of her in lieu of all the other adults who’d failed her or dismissed the risks to her with the praise that was supposed to sustain her through terror and torture. His reaction was what Draco had meant when he’d mentioned a vested interest, though as per usual, Draco had avoided thinking about what term Bill would have chosen. It would not have been the legal phrase, no matter how icy Bill’s tone turned.

“I can’t—if she knew, I’d never,” he faltered. It had been like this since he’d realized what the brand was, his thoughts fractured, resisting all attempts at coherence. His magic fought him as well, an experience he’d found referenced in only one, quite Dark volume shoved to the back of the Malfoy library, a book they’d kept because it had come with Narcissa’s The Most Noble House of Black dowry. He’d tried Occluding, to no avail, and a half-dozen potions, even that most British panacea, a proper cup of tea, and he still found himself lost when he tried to imagine Hermione’s reaction or why he now carried her curse on his body.

“It’s possible it has nothing to do with her,” Bill said, holding up a hand before Draco could interrupt. “I only mean, that she wouldn’t be aware of it, that the change is something for you to deal with, without telling her. Asking her for her take on it, making it one more iteration of Bellatrix’s torture.”

“I don’t want her hurt. Ever,” Draco said. That’s pretty much the endpoint he’d reached after all his ruminations, the only inviolable truth he’d been able to find, mucking about in his own head.

“I don’t want her hurt ever again. I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Good, because this was going to be a very short conversation otherwise,” Bill said. “For the record, I didn’t think you were so self-absorbed you wouldn’t consider what it could do to her. I know you better than that.”

“You hold me in greater esteem than I do myself,” Draco said.

“Yeah. I know,” Bill said. “What have you tried already? Read already?”

“Flamel, Bao Gu, Senior Zadith, Katherine Dee, Isola Vyvyvan,” Draco said, ticking them off on his fingers. “The obvious choices and I’ve looked through what seemed relevant at the Ministry and the Malfoy library.”

“Hogwarts?”

“Unless Madam Ossett has tampered with the inventory for the Restricted Section, there’s nothing there worth looking at,” Draco said. “Possibly Durmstrang has something, but I’d rather not have anyone there…conjecturing. I’ve taken the potions you’d recommend and tried the Etiologica clarissa.”

“Not clarissima?” Bill said.

“Too Light to risk it,” Draco said. “If I off myself, we’re none the wiser.”

“And you’re dead,” Bill said.

“That too,” Draco said. “Strangely enough, not my chief concern.”

“Not strangely enough. Fleur and I feel you’ve held your life too cheaply since—”

“Since I survived Voldemort and the Final Battle and Azkaban? I should live each day as the gift it is?” Draco said.

“You’re always ready to throw it away, in some sort of penance. It wouldn’t help anyone. Certainly not Hermione,” Bill said.

“Who said it would be for her?”

“Your arm, for one,” Bill replied. “The look in your eyes when someone mentions her. How you say her name if you’re in company, Madam Hermione Nimue Granger. You never leave out either honorific. It’s not like it takes Divination or an eye for poker tells.”

“I suppose I’m giving new meaning to wearing my heart on my sleeve,” Draco said.

“That’s the spirit,” Bill said. “I don’t mean to pry and I’ll remind you that you came to me, but, has something changed between you and Hermione?”

“It must have,” Draco said. If he hadn’t already been sitting, he would have collapsed into a chair. As it was, his shoulder slumped and he sensed that if she’d seen him, his mother would have scolded him for his slovenly posture unbecoming of a Pureblood Wizard. He would have wanted to chuck something at her. “I don’t know how to put it. I guess, I realized, I’ve fallen in love with her.”

“Got it in one. You did know how to put it,” Bill said. He leaned back in his chair, satisfied, as if Draco were his struggling, dunderhead student who had finally gotten a correct answer to the simplest equation. Basically as if he’d been who he’d thought Neville was, until he discovered Longbottom’s steady intelligence and propensity to tend to others instead of seeking glory.

“If you already knew, why didn’t you say?” 

Bill had been generous enough not to crow over Draco’s…announcement? 

Realization?

Sentence? 

Doom?

Because however he felt about her, he couldn’t expect Hermione to return his feelings, not when he considered how he’d treated her when they were in school, when he had allowed himself to become her mortal enemy. When she’d been brought to his home and he’d watched her being tortured and he hadn’t said a word. In the years that followed, he’d sent to formal apologia that was expected of him and made the recompense the Ministry had required, the months at Azkaban, his magic withheld, and he’d focused on making something of himself that was worthwhile, breaking curses, retrieving and restoring magical items that had been stolen, taking whatever cases the Ministry asked. If that meant he was brought into contact, sometimes close contact, with her, he made no complaints. No excuses. After the first time they’d met again, her stubborn chin raised when he greeted her with her title, they’d got on well enough; that had been the moment he’d realized her face was heart-shaped and that her eyes were the brown of an autumn leaf in a brook, a very fine, very dry sherry. 

They’d worked cases together and he’d liked her. Went to annual, dull Ministry galas and he’d liked her, admired how she nursed one glass of wine all night, didn’t leave early. They’d ended up at the pub together, with more of her friends than anyone who’d call themselves his and he’d liked her, her sharp wit and her affectionate humor, the way she flushed after the second glass of ale. There had been conferences they both attended, her comments measured, provocative, rarely cruel and he’d liked her, how closely she’d listened to the witch from Uagadou, how she’d made the formal obeisance before launching into an idea for a collaboration, the offer to meet over dinner, the casual way she’d included him.

He liked her smile, her laughter, her solemn expression when Snape was mentioned. He liked her chestnut hair and the silver streak that ran through it, her determined gait, her pretty ankles visible through the swish of her formal robes. He liked the scent of her perfume, something Muggle with bergamot, and the line of her neck when she tilted her head to one side in contemplation. He liked the way she’d looked up at the ceiling of the Great Hall when they’d come back to Hogwarts and turned to him, wonder mixed with grief in her eyes, the gleam of tears that would have made an exquisite potion if she’d let them fall. He liked how she spoke to the students and the faculty, how she was candid, how she kept her secrets. How she lied. 

She’d walked with him through the hallway where he’d brought the cabinet. Where he’d been desperate, convinced it wouldn’t work. Wouldn’t be enough if it did. Where he’d told himself he had to and that they wouldn’t kill children. She’d taken his hand in her own and said They let you down, let you go hang, I should’ve done something and he knew if he’d come to her she would not have turned him away. Sorry, she’d said, a little word for an absolution. 

A little word to rearrange the world, his world, around her.

Irrevocably.

“At the risk of annoying the fuck out of you, I knew you had to get there on your own. Personal journey, coming to it in your own time, all that shite,” Bill said. “Trite, but true.”

“You’re enjoying this,” Draco said.

“Not as much as you’d think. I owe Fleur fifty Galleons,” Bill said.

“You bet on me? Against me?”

“I was on your side, mate. I thought you’d figure it out sooner. Without the Dark Mark changing part of it,” Bill said. “I didn’t anticipate totally unprecedented magic as the catalyst for your epiphany. And if you’ve a mind to make some snide, superior dig at me, feel free to fuck right off and remember you came to me for help.”

Draco, who had been grappling with the urge to make snide, superior and cutting remark, likely regarding Bill’s intelligence, House, and scholarship, found himself choking on a laugh instead.

“How’d you guess?”

“I have five younger brothers and my family is the poorest of the Sacred Twenty-Eight,” Bill said. Five, which meant he still counted Fred. It was a wonder they were all walking and talking with the degree of loss they’d had to cope with, though Bill’s grief was understandable, acceptable, especially since he hadn’t been fully turned when Greyback savaged him and Fleur hadn’t for a second countenanced leaving him.

“What am I going to do, Bill?” Draco asked.

“I think you know but I’m happy to talk it through,” Bill said. 

“You won’t tell her. If I don’t, I’ll have to wear a glamour all the time. I won’t forget to cast it, she wouldn’t find out accidentally. I’ll know though. I’ll think about it every time, this secret, and it’s my body, she’d be the first to say I have autonomy, but it will change things between us. Not for the better,” he said.

“Yeah,” Bill said.

“She’s one of the only people in the world who’d be able to figure out what happened, magically speaking. To my arm. If it had turned into Katie Bell and that bloody necklace, I’d have gone to Hermione, not you. She’d be excited to figure it out. I expect there’d have been a monograph drafted within a fortnight,” Draco said.

“Translated into Bulgarian and Kiswahili,” Bill added.

“If I go to her, she’ll know. What she doesn’t understand right away she’ll ask me about. I won’t lie to her,” he said.

“Never a good idea to lie to her. She can cast wandless, both hands,” Bill said.

“She’ll know I’m in love with her,” Draco said.

“You don’t need to sound so bleak,” Bill said. “If it turns out she doesn’t feel the same, she still cares for you. About you. It’s not the end of the world to be friends, even if you’re also in love with her.”

“You’re happily married to a half-Veela. Excuse me if your reassurance about how great it will be for her to be aware of my unrequited love falls flat,” Draco said.

“I said if, you glib prat,” Bill said. “Let’s just say you don’t have the best perspective on the whole situation.”

“Has she said something to you?”

“If she had, I wouldn’t tell you. That’s why you came to me, for privacy. I have eyes, don’t I? And once a month, I have the acuity of a wolf,” Bill said.

“I have to tell her,” Draco said. “Everything.”

“Yeah,” Bill replied. “Everything’s a good place to start. One suggestion though—”

“What?”

“She doesn’t like Firewhiskey. Bring a good brandy,” Bill said.

#dramione #post-hogwarts #draco malfoy #draco POV #bill weasley #hermione granger #canon au #dark mark #bill/fleur #pining draco #making magic magical #tw: trauma #hurt/comfort #who doesn't love Bill Weasley? #getting advice #hp fanfic #part 1 of 2 #lots of talking #unrequited love...or is it?

[blytheofbblythe]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Dramione - Fandom, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Harry Potter, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: dramione - Freeform, hermione granger - Freeform, Pining Draco Malfoy, Secret love, Muggle Studies, Theo is fabulous, Pansy the Chef, Explicit Sexual Content, Oral Sex, Hermione in leggings, Draco in denims, brightest witch of her age, slowish burn, Work In Progress, HEA, Dual POV, Post-War, Muggleborn lover, Draco shops for muggle clothes, Table Sex, hopefully witty banter, Draco is packin', Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy, teach me, take me, good girl, Golden Girl - Freeform, Snakes and Lions, Wizards learn muggle things, Ron Weasley Bashing, narcissa redemption arc, draco apologizes, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Hermione Granger Summary:

Draco Malfoy has spent years rebuilding himself in the eyes of the Wizarding community which leads him to opening a restaurant with Pansy Parkinson. After seeing the success of Conquérir they decide to push the envelope even further by designing a non-magical restaurant in Muggle London.

There's just one problem: Neither of them know the first thing about muggles and/or operating a business sans magic.

In a moment of desperation Draco enlists the help of his Aunt, Andromeda, who happens to know just the woman for the job. She is, after all, the brightest witch of her age.

#dramione #Draco Malfoy #draco x hermione #Harry Potter #harry x pansy #Pansy Parkinson #Theo Nott #pining draco

[fictionismyescapeblog]

Confessions

Day 30 Prompt: Better & Worse Characters/Pairing: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson Rating: T Word Count: 67 C/W: None

“It could be worse.”

“I don’t think it could, Pans.”

“Lots of people make drunken love confessions, Draco.”

“In front of friends who’d like to kill me–” A department memo swooped into Draco’s office, dropping to his desk. Hermione’s handwriting was unmistakable and his hands shook as he opened it. Pansy, knowing exactly what the letter said, smirked as colour rushed to her friend’s face.

“Better?”

“Better.”

@microficmay

#microficmay2023 #hp microfic #microfic prompt #microfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x hermione #dramione #hermione granger #auror draco #pansy parkinson #pining draco #hp fanfic #hp fests #hp fandom #writing prompt #story prompt #writing ideas #fic prompt #hp #Pansy/Draco friendship

[weeklydrarryficrecs]

Draco Malfoy and the House of Black by starbrigid

Summary:

After going back in time, Draco has tried to follow the path he remembers. But third year brings a new Ravenclaw cousin, a new Boggart, and a newly admiring Harry Potter, along with castle grounds full of Dementors and what they make him remember. With secrets of his mother's family coming to light, and a godfather he understands far less than he ever thought, Draco will discover that the time in which he can remain passive in the new timeline has finally come to a close. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Word Count: 123,794 Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25111171/chapters/60836278

My Thoughts: Within the series, this fic really has Draco coming into his own and has some of my favorite character Draco character growth. Severus also is a shining star in the story (despite or perhaps because of his weaknesses). Even though I do love the building Drarry element, all the characters, even Ron!, has me coming back.

#the mirror of ecidyrue #drarry #drarry fic recs #HPMD #canon rewrite #pining harry #pining draco #mentor snape #draco in the muggle world #2023 #week 23

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione

This is a WIP that isn't meant to be exceptionally long. I've started it as a novella and will be working on it while on Vacation over the next week but will be unable to edit and post until I get back home. Maybe. If I'm really lucky, I might be able to post while I'm away but I highly doubt it.

After the battle of Hogwarts, there was an eerie crepitation that seemed to flow through the air around them all. Draco felt it in his bones, against his skin. The crackling of electricity was there, too. Somewhere in the distance, somewhere close. Somewhere all around them.

Draco watched then, in awe, as the sky split open above them. A force so great, it threw them all back. Maybe it was lightning cracking or maybe it was the heavens damning them all.

But he flew back when something slammed into the earth at his feet.

Or...

In which the heavens open up and strike the grounds the last battle took place, unleashing all of its fury into the world, subsequently damning Draco by making Hermione Granger his soulmate.

#my writing #dramione #fanfic #dramione fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #soulmates #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #pining draco #bamf draco #idiots in love #sci fi and fantasy #dramione fanart #dramione fandom #dramione art #dramione fanfiction #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfics #fanfic writing #ao3 author

[mariyeoo]

Title : Single Wizard Seeking Same by jennavere

Pairing : Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Summary : Lovelorn Draco has been secretly pining for Harry for months. He’s finally forced into action when ex-boyfriend Blaise shows up. A gift!fic for Prof. McKitten starring an awkward, smitten Draco and a cameo by Harry’s chest monster.

Notes :

Believe me, I’ve TRIED finding the original post.. but skyhawke is down for what, has it been years? And live journal is down since 9th of June apparently! It’s so frustrating.

At least we got a Wattpad here. I’m thanking the one who managed to save jennavere’s fic because it’s really damn good!!

As you see well.. Harry has a wild chest monster. Draco is smitten and pining, Blaise is the ex who’s a player — he’s such a bastard! He infuriated me, but he does know how to accept defeat so.. kudos for that.

I love this fic so much. I re-read it in my free time. If you’re looking for fluff, smut, with a tide of jealousy and pining story of drarry.. This one-shot is for you!!

I seriously highly recommend it. Not even kidding. GO READ IT!!! PLEASE!! IT WONT DISAPPOINT YOU I SWEAR.

[ 06/23/2022 , 12:34PM ] ᥫ᭡

#drarry #drarry fic #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fluff #drarry smut #you can ask me anything #bottom draco #top harry #hpdm #pining draco #oblivious harry #but he’s also pining for him #jealous harry #possessive harry #jealous draco

[damsel-in-mistress]

FINAL CHAPTER: Chapter 4: Accidental Babies

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Post-War, Post-Hogwarts, Ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Budding Love, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Fuckbuddies, Sexual Tension, Implied Sexual Content, Secret Relationship, Mild Sexual Content, Angst, Draco Malfoy Angst, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Angst, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Pining Draco Malfoy Summary:

In a post-war world with cushy jobs at the Ministry of Magic (and a night club as his personal playground), Draco and Hermione grow closer. What destiny awaits them? And if they don't agree with it, will they be able to fight it?

#draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco #hermione #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #pining draco #post war #post hogwarts #ex death eater draco #dramione #dhr #dhr fandom #dhr fanfiction #dhr fic #dramione fanfic #dramione fic #ao3 #ao3 update #ao3 link #ao3 writer #ao3 dramione #ao3 fic #harry potter #hp #hp fanfcition #dramione ao3 #dramione angst #draco angst #harry potter fanfiction

[rockingrobin69]

Game on

He felt stupid. Pulling hair out of his eyes, stretching the fabric far as it would go. The skirt was so short, he’d soon be showing the entire pitch his knickers. Some of the red paint on his cheeks caught on his eyelashes, making him blink and blink and—gods, he felt so stupid.

Potter didn’t even want him there. Didn’t invite him, after all, and probably for a reason. If Weasley hadn’t insisted… and Draco trusted her opinion, so help him. Let her dress him, too, let her—ugh, charm her clothing to match his stupidly-long legs, and…

Gods, here they come. Both teams, holding their brooms. And here’s Potter, oh, oh, fuck. Why did he have to look so perfect? Always, but especially now, eyes shining, face flushed. Golden in his red uniform, determined, perfect. While Draco’s out here looking like an arse. He always did this, always had to embarrass himself in front of Potter. Always had to make an utter fool of himself, the most ridiculous silly little man, like that was the only way to get his attention.

On the other hand, how could he not. How could he help it, when Potter’s smile did this thing, from one edge of the pitch to the other. When he stretched, gods. Just the tiniest strip of bare skin between his trousers and his shirt—

Fuck, the sound Draco made was mortifying. Shut the fuck up, idiot. He can’t be so vocal about being a simpering, eye-bugging buffoon, he needs to keep some… shit, Potter’s seen him.

Draco couldn’t stop fiddling with his skirt. Barely covering anything, and a crop top to match, Ginevra was out of her mind—

“Draco?”

Why did he come to him? All the others were getting on their brooms, but Golden Boy has the time to do rounds with the crowd?

Then he stumbled. On the fucking pitch. In front of thousands of people, coming to speak to Draco, and he stumbled.

“Fuck, sorry, you just look…”

“Harry!” Wood called, in the air already, outraged arms flapping. “We only have three minutes!”

“Yeah, yeah,” Potter waved back, not even looking. Draco stopped playing with the fabric. Couldn’t move an inch, actually, pinned to the spot by green bloody eyes. Potter walked towards him, cautious now. “You came.”

“Yes.” Draco gulped, once, twice. “Weasley—Ginevra said it’d be okay. If I… that you wouldn’t mind.”

“Wouldn’t mind?” Potter didn’t seem fully in control there. “No, I, I don’t mind. You didn’t have to—all this, though.” He waved an unsure hand at Draco’s ensemble.

“Well. I just thought I’d come by and. See, I’m rooting for you. Or whatever.”

“I do see,” Potter recovered, smiling, unbearable. “A kiss good luck, then?”

Oh, fuck him. Draco’s cheeks did the impossible and invented a whole new shade of red. But he nodded.

They won the game, obviously. Didn’t really matter. Potter came to find him at the end, and Draco didn’t feel so stupid, anymore.

(Day 9 of @flufftober​! Find Robin’s flufftober ficlets here or on AO3! )  

#flufftober2022 #Harry Potter #drarry fic #day 9 #500 words #prompt: game day (sports) #pining draco #professional Quidditch player harry #smitten. they're both smitten #draco in a skirt anybody? #rockingrobin'sflufftober #rockingrobin69