[badgerslippers]

Link to a 2017 rec on LJ by @capiturecs ....

The Light That is Blinding Me by leontinabowie

Title: The Light That is Blinding Me Author: leontinabowie Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 23,000 Approx. Summary: After Flourish and Blotts stop

Also here is the direct link to the fic on AO3

The Light That is Blinding Me

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Digging through old Drarry recs

https://my-drarry-recs.livejournal.com/145436.html

Ferreus Rememdium by marguerite_26

Title: Ferreus Rememdium Author: marguerite_26 Rating: NC 17 Word Count: 5,000 Approx. Summary: Draco swallows his pride and visits a specia

Link to AO3: Ferreus Rememdium

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Title: Ring of Fire Author: IvvyMoon (blue_jack) Rating: NC 17 Word Count: 4,600 Summary: Draco gets a tattoo. Content/Warning(s): A little

Digging through old LJ recs...

Rec from 2015 by Capitu

Fic link to AO3....

Ring Of Fire

[m0srael]

Harry Potter Has Antlers

(2.2k | G) This was such a treat to write, thanks for the picrew prompt @hmmihaventdecidedyet!! Read my other picrew drabbles here and send me an ask to prompt your own!

“Stop that, you’re making me itch,” Draco snaps one Tuesday morning over breakfast.

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t even notice…” Harry replies, pulling his fingers out of his hair where he’d been absentmindedly scratching the side of his head.

“Harry, I swear to Salazar,” Draco growls ten minutes later when his fingers find their way back, worrying at the same spot on his scalp that’s been tingling for days.

“Sorry! I honestly don’t know that I’m doing it!”

“I think you need to go see…someone. A Healer, maybe. You’ve been picking at that spot for too long and I’m starting to worry that whatever you’ve got is serious.

“I’ve not got anything. And I don’t need to go see anyone, I have a live-in Healer! I’m just…stressed. Sorry. I’ll try to pay more attention.”

*

“Harry, I don’t think this is just stress,” Draco says one evening as Harry sits before him in the bathroom on a low stool. He has a comb in his hands and is carefully parting the hair around a noticeable lump under Harry’s scalp. When he prods at it with a careful finger it seems to push back out against Harry’s skin.

“What? What do you mean? What does it look like, I can’t see…” Harry’s voice is panicked and high-pitched.

“You’re seriously telling me you’ve been feeling this for weeks and it hasn’t occurred to you to do anything about it.”

“Do anything about what?! I don’t know, I’ve been so busy—the new school year, and McGonnagal’s curriculum reforms, and…” He lifts his right hand and begins picking at the same spot, but on the other side of his head.

Draco shifts around and begins to part the hair there. There’s a lump on this side, too, though it’s much smaller than the first. “Harry, something’s…happening. I’ve never seen anything like this.”

“Seen anything like what?! Draco—you work on the curse damage ward, you’ve seen literally everything!”

“Not this…” Draco trails off as he spins Harry around and hands him a small mirror.

“What…the fuck,” Harry whispers as he brings the lump into view. The hair on top of it and around it has fallen out, leaving it bare. He can see where his skin strains, pale around whatever is underneath. When he looks closely, he can see delicate threads of magic zapping across his flesh like a shimmery spider’s web.

*

“ARGH! Merlin, fuck!” Harry jolts up in bed, sending Draco, who had been sleeping peacefully on his chest, toppling onto the floor with a loud thud.

Draco groans and rubs his shoulder, “Whassit? Harry, w’appened? S’nightmare?” He asks, sleepily.

“Draco, I think something’s wrong.” He’d been woken from a deep sleep by a sharp, shooting pain, and now his head is throbbing. He carefully pokes at the larger lump on his head. His flesh is tender and hot, and his fingers come away damp.

“Lumos,” Draco mutters, and the blood on Harry’s fingers glimmers in the low light. He feels a warm bead of it begin to trickle around his ear.

“That’s it. Mungo’s. Now.” Draco hauls himself off the floor and begins to pull on trousers and one of Harry’s old Canons sweatshirts.

Harry struggles into a pair of Draco’s skinny jeans and an old Weasley jumper, even the gentle brush of time-worn wool against his scalp unbearable. Underneath the warmth of swelling around the wound is a different kind of heat—something magical. Another drop of blood rolls over his scalp and down the side of his face. He starts to feel woozy.

*

“You have NO idea?!” Harry paces back and forth around the small St. Mungo’s examination room.

“Dear, for the hundredth time, have a seat,” Draco says, impatiently.

“Well, we’ve never seen anything like this, Mr. Potter.” The nurse flips frantically through Harry’s substantial chart, like he might find the answer buried in there somewhere.

“I find it very hard to believe you’ve never seen anything even close to this. There has to be a…a bone growth curse, or maybe I took a tainted batch of Pepper Up, or…”

“I know, I really am sorry, Mr. Potter, but trying to diagnose you would be irresponsible of me. I don’t have enough information and none of the tests are showing anything besides a slight magical anomaly-”

“-slight magical anomaly?!” Harry drops into the chair next to Draco.

“I will pass your chart along to the Chief Healer and they can do some research, perhaps.”

“What do we do about the open wound on his head in the meantime?!” Draco has one hand curled posessively around Harry’s forearm.

“Right, yes. Of course, Healer Malfoy. Well, we can clean it up and put on some salve and bandages before we send you home. If it doesn’t seem to be healing in the next week or so, you’ll have to come back in.”

“Bloody hell,” Harry says. The throbbing in his head hasn’t lessened. If anything, it’s gotten worse.

*

Draco examines Harry’s head every morning and every evening before he leaves for Hogwarts. The salve the Healers gave him helps prevent bleeding and decreases the swelling around the wounds. Wounds, plural—because now the lump on the other side of his head has decided to open. If he takes a pain potion regularly, the throbbing is bearable enough that he can muddle through his lessons and stagger back home through the floo in his office.

He’s started wearing his tall, pointed hat every day to hide his strange growths. Draco teases him every evening about how much more of a disaster it makes his hair.

The situation is…progressing. Although the pain is beginning to fade, the lumps—which seem to be getting larger by the day—have begun itching again. Badly. Scratching them with his fingers isn’t satisfying at all, and now that they’ve begun to sprout a fine layer of soft fuzz touching them turns his stomach.

“‘Arry? S’at you? Are you arright?” Hagrid asks in a worried tone as he crashes through the undergrowth at the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

Harry freezes, bent at the waist with the side of his head pressed firmly against the rough bark of a tree. As he straightens, he can’t help but scrape the lump on his head firmly against the tree again, shuddering at the relief it gives him.

“H-hagrid, I…” Harry fumbles for his hat, which slips through his fingertips and onto the forest floor. Hagrid watches, his face screwed up in concern and curiosity, as Harry leans down then tries to tug his hat back on.

“I just came ter bring you this,” Hagrid finally says, “saw ye come out here and I figured, well, I didn’t want ter embarrass ye, but I think this will help yer, eh, furry little problem.” He passes Harry a small tin with something scrawled on the top.

“Antler salve?” Harry stares down at the little tin with a dumbfounded look on his face.

“Use it on the jackalopes every spring. Takes the velvet right off their pedicles, stimulates the growth an’ all.

“Takes off the velvet…” Harry whispers, still staring at the tin.

“That… s’what you need, right? Why you’re out here scratchin’ against the trees? I see it every year, the ‘lopes do the exact same.”

“I have…ANTLERS?!” Harry yells.

Hagrid pulls off Harry’s hat that is now sitting jauntily perched between the two lumps on his head.

“Well, yeah, y’didn’t know?”

*

“Harry, Draco and I think we’ve found something.” Hermione is seated on their office floor, ensconced in a fortress of books, most of which look centuries old.

“You think?”

“Well, we have but…with magic this old, it’s hard to be sure of the origins of different theories and almost impossible to cross-check sources.”

“Reassuring.” Harry idly rubs at the base of his left antler. Hagrid had been right about his antler salve. After Harry got over himself and fished it out of the bottom of the drawer he hid it in, it soothed his discomfort and helped his antlers harden and lengthen rapidly. Now, they’re each about a foot long. The left antler has two small tines and the right antler has a single tine that’s quite pointy on the end and has nearly caught Draco in the eye on more than one occasion.

Draco and Hermione share a private glance, and Draco strides across the office to take Harry’s hand in his own.

“Harry, love, we think it has to do with your father.”

“My…my father? What does it have to do with my father?”

“Well, Harry, you know your dad was an animagus,” Hermione starts flipping through a large book as she speaks.

“Yes…”

“Well, we did some digging—”

“—and talked to Mcgonnagal—” Draco interrupts.

“You talked to—” Harry starts, face twisting into an angry frown.

“Harry, the day that your father and his friends completed the animagus ritual,” Hermione interjects loudly, “is also the date of a statistically significant astronomical event. That night, in addition to a major lightning storm, there was a total lunar eclipse and the first appearance of a new periodic comet visible in the sky over Scotland.”

“So, I’m growing antlers because my animagus dad had statistically bad timing?”

“Well, we think that’s part of the reason. Elemental magic, like the animagus ritual, is highly influenced by the moon and other astronomical phenomena.”

“Okay, so if that’s only part of the reason…”

“Harry,” Draco says, flicking away a small spider trying to start a web between the tines on Harry’s left antler. “We’ve also found writing from the early thirteenth century that suggests the power of the animagus ritual can be magnified exponentially if done by wix in pairs. Even more-so in groups. Your dad, he carried out the ritual with Sirius and Peter Pettigrew. They went through all the steps together, shared ingredients, probably used leaves from the same Mandrake plant, even. They likely ingested the final potion at the same time, and quite close to one another, physically. The concentration of elemental magic would have been…well…astronomical.” Draco chuckles quietly at his own bad joke. Harry can’t help but smile.

“Basically, Harry,” Hermione continues in a gentler voice, “the magic was strong enough to alter your father’s magical core to the degree that elements of his animagus form became heritable.”

“Elements like antlers,” Harry sighs.

“Elements like antlers,” Draco confirms. “The stars just happened to align for him, literally, to enable something that has a one-in-a-million chance of occurring. Seems to be a thing with you, doesn’t it?”

“So…” Harry screws up his face in concentration, “if Padfoot had ever had children…”

“Yes. They would have had an unnatural proclivity for big sticks,” Draco deadpans.

“This is mad,” Harry breathes, scrubbing his face with one hand. “What do we do about it?”

Draco and Hermione share another anxious glance. “Well, technically, we could remove the antlers, but they’ll most likely grow back next spring. Just like normal deer antlers do. And it wouldn’t be very pleasant.” Hermione’s looking at him like he’s a small, anxious child.

“There’s no way to…to cut them off at the root, or something?”

“‘Fraid they don’t work like that, love.” Draco is thankfully not looking at Harry like he might throw a tantrum at any moment.

“So…”

“So. You have antlers. Harry Potter has antlers. Harry Potter will always have antlers. So far as we know,” Draco says decidedly.

*

Harry’s antlers were nearly four feet across from tip to tip and they’d developed several more tines per side before the right one dropped for the year. His remaining antler has dulled down from a fresh bone-white to a flat, brownish yellow and has grown hard, but slightly porous.

Harry stares at himself in the full length mirror in his and Draco’s bedroom, fingers trailing almost reverently over his remaining antler. It won’t be long before this one drops, too. Draco’s already claimed them, convinced they’ll make an excellent spoon rack for his potions lab at St. Mungo’s.

He’d been so self-conscious about them at first, trying to camouflage them with hats and headscarves, but they’d grown on him over time, and eventually he and everyone else got used to the sight of an antlered Harry Potter strolling the halls of Hogwarts. Students certainly see weirder things in those corridors on a weekly basis.

“Uh oh, that’s the face of self-pity,’ Draco says, coming up behind Harry to wrap his arms around Harry’s waist and rest his chin carefully on his right shoulder.

“Not self-pity. I was just thinking that, sure, it’s…inconvenient to suddenly have antlers sprout out of your head, but they’re a part of my dad. I don’t have a lot of things that were just his. Good things.”

Draco presses several small kisses behind Harry’s ear. “Your godfather, too. I mean, it wouldn’t have happened if your dad’s friends didn’t care for each other so much that they’d invest months of their lives in some barmy ancient magic ritual that has a very high chance of failure. Your antlers happened because your dad was so loved and loved others so well.”

“Yeah,” Harry whispers.

“You’re just as loved, you know,” Draco murmurs, unfastening the buttons he sewed down the back of all of Harry’s shirts so he can undress without tearing his clothes to shreds or cracking a tine. He presses another cluster of small kisses into the nape of Harry’s neck.

“I know,” Harry replies, leaning back into Draco’s touch.

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From 2021

[wistfulrat]

2 slow burns + 2 dark!draco fics, bc sometimes u want quiet mundane love and sometimes u want monstrous horrific love

The Malfoy Conundrum by Omi_Ohmy - 50k, M Harry’s miserable living with his memories at Grimmauld Place, so after a chance meeting he takes the opportunity to move somewhere new. His housemates, though, are rather unexpected. Especially the blond, pointy one

roommate trope + muggle draco + no plot just vibes is guaranteed to get me readin. everything is unrushed. you get to linger in the quiet development of something fragile and new. it’s like 90% them just watching game shows, arguing over dirty dishes, reluctant cooking lessons, conversations about house plants, etc. it’s a whole world that takes place more or less in a handful of rooms. which!! how austenian. stolen glances + blushing + a character jumping to wrong conclusions abt the object of their affection before making bold declarations of love? extremely my shit.

Each Breath My First by @jovialobservationanchor with art by @rama-thorn - 46k, T Malfoy’s words echo: “Conspiracy? Sedition? Did you stop to wonder what that means? I suggest you ask more questions of the Ministry before you demand them of me. You won’t like the answers.”

u already know im a hoe for anti-govt/anti-corporation fics. and draco being the catalyst for harry to question his loyalty to the ministry? chef’s kiss. i simply love the messiness of 2 dudes with trust issues the size of a continent being forced to work together. the tension!!! harry and draco being flustered and pissed off by their repressed feelings. always dancing on the edge of cruelty and kindness bc they don’t know how to be normal to each other. harry being frustrated and wildly insecure about how much he cares. draco panic baking a shit ton of pastries when he thinks he’s hurt harry’s feelings. the chapters-long build up to a kiss u feel will never happen until it does. or this line—Harry sees uncertainty like his own reflected back to him. “This,” Harry breathes, and raises a hand to draw Draco closer. like pls this scene and the way i am weak for their tentative reaching out. romantic as hell

you look so fine by michi_thekiller - 16k, E In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. Dark!Humor or Crack!Horror, you decide.

god i love the canon divergence of draco turning 16 and coming into his veela-ness but with the catch of like, straight up cannibalism. the horror that gives way to resignation and draco knowing he’ll always be a little bit of a monster. and his voice in this!! the humor, the dramatics. “Oh yes, Mother, let’s tell the Dark Lord that I can no longer eat people for him since I’m on a diet, because I must simply look after my girlish figure. I’m sure that will go over very nicely.” and years later when harry catches him and is repulsed as much as he is intrigued. harry who does not want to confront his own bloodlust when it comes to ridding the earth of death eaters. rmr when guillermo del toro said monsters, the patron saints of imperfection, have saved and absolved him. or when hannibal tells will i have let you know me, see me. this fic is extremely that. 10/10 eldritch horror + draco’s histrionics and constant leering. the lawful evil 4 chaotic good of this is unmatched.

Let Me Have You and I’ll Let You Save Me by Frayach - 6k, E Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him.

hell ya character studies that explore form!! this fic is 9 pairs of lyrical stanzas meant to contrast all the ways harry is this and draco is that–two distinct, contradictory parts of a whole. i’ve read it so many times and it never gets any less satisfying because the structure itself propels you to the next set of stanzas. each pair is a fragment of them and their messy relationship – their ambivalence, social habits, public perception, morality, insecurities, etc. with the conclusion of every refrain implying this shouldn’t work and yet and yet! it’s the romance of meeting someone who is everything you lack and desire. the fear of not ever being enough for them and getting to have them anyway. immaculate vibes all around.

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Recs from 2021

[greattemptation]

Marked as Read

Today, we enjoy Now I Wake Up In The Night and Watch You Breathe by the incomparable @hoko-onchi-writes. E, 25k, drarry.

Summary:

When the DMLE assigned Harry to watch Draco, Harry’s interest ramped up. He wanked so much that first year he tore a muscle in his upper arm. It was all sexual at first. But with time, Harry’s feelings deepened. Draco was clever, well-informed, viciously funny. He stopped to pet dogs on the street and looked after his neighbour’s cat. He took an art course at a Muggle uni and opened his own gallery. He was smart and sharp; ambitious.

Draco was a puzzle box of a person. Intricate. Addictive.

So of course Harry continued watching Draco after the DMLE let him go, buying his own equipment and setting his own spells in place. Harry has such a nice collection of videos now. A library full. Harry deserves an honorary doctorate on the study of Draco Malfoy.

Two things are to be made clear:

This fic has a happy ending.

That doesn't mean it's happy for you, exactly.

This fic is SO good, everyone. If you read the summary, and you read the tags, and you say, "I could hang with that," my advice to you is do hang with it. Please hang with it. Give yourself this. You will not be disappointed.

It had been months since I'd read anything from Hoko (my bad, not theirs), and I had forgotten how beautiful and gripping their work always is. I absolutely adored how they played with my relationship to drarry, plucking and pulling at different emotions as the story evolved.

It's searingly hot, confusingly compelling, and ethically... also confusingly compelling. It might make your day weird, but it will also make your day better. Pinky promise.

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Rec + fic both 2024

[sitp-recs]

Hidden Gems by Leela

Leela is actually the reason why I thought of starting this rec series - basically everything she’s written is a hidden gem! I remember her from old LJ days so I believe the transition in 2010 might be the reason why her AO3 didn’t get more buzz. Well, it’s time to change that! Here’s a short but delightful selection with my personal favorites, choose your trope and enjoy!

Dragon Taming (2010, M, 1.5k) - Charlie/Pansy and a slight nod to open relationship Drarry? Yes pls

Charlie sees someone he fancies at a club. Harry introduces them and advises Draco to watch what happens.

Rules are Made to Be Broken (2013, M, 8k) - Drarry bonding over Teddy, genderfluid Teddy, found family

Harry's week is off to a rocky start: Teddy's being bullied by bureaucratic assholes at primary school, he missed the first meeting of a club he's sponsoring at Hogwarts, and Draco Malfoy can't seem to decide whether to yell at him or flirt with him. And then there are the rules...

Special Edition (2011, M, 8.4k) - humor, public sex, exasperated Pansy, casual lovers with mutual pining

In a bold move striking directly at the heart of us all, Draco Malfoy was caught in the act Saturday evening, attempting to defile Harry Potter in an act so outrageous, so scandalous, that it could only have come from the mind of the darkest of wizards. Read my rec here.

Heliomancy (2010, E, 10k) - Hogwarts 8th year, voyeurism, first time

A teasing mirror that came from Grimmauld Place and the emphasis on inter-house relations during his eighth year at Hogwarts change everything for Harry. Read my rec here.

...and with persons even worse (2013, M, 14k) - sex worker Draco, case fic, murder mystery slow burn!

Someone's killing rentboys in Lower Knockturn, and the case is getting attention from the top. No one at the Ministry wants another Ripper, stalking Knockturn Alley or moving into Muggle London. Harry Potter agrees to go undercover, but can he keep his identity a secret when Draco Malfoy is the rentboy assigned to show him the ropes? Read my rec here.

[badgerslippers]

Recs from 2022, fics going back to 2010

[sits-bound]

Bound (again): Summer 2009 by @moonflower-rose

I made this quarto for a summer-themed exchange for @amandabynds and is my favorite part the pasta salad recipe I got from the comments on the fic? Maybe. I dunno. I really want to make it someday but I need to be invited to a potluck or something because no one else in my house would eat it. So let me know if you're having a BBQ or similar and need me to bring a dish.

Okay, there are other things I like about this, like the public domain painting I used for the cover, and the fact that I spontaneously rounded it, just for funsies. It's cute, huh?

I've also made this as a little chonky tête-bêche.

Oh, and I made podfics of the two fics in the series, Poppiholla and Hoppípolla.

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From 2021

AO3 Link: Summer 2009

[desencante]

Deconversion by Lomonaaeren!

Between all Lomonaaeren's works, Deconversion is one of my favourites and such an intriguing fic. Deconversion has a unique plot line and an interesting side of the dark arts; I enjoy the balance between light and dark magic in this fic, they don't need to be excluding one or another, with some effort there's something in the middle. The deeper narrative in Harry's Parseltongue abilities is another great plot. In resume: Harry is having some problems with Parseltongue and Draco shows up to help then things happen.

Design, binding by me. The cover is dark green leather, the endpapers are purple paper. I use the kettle stitch, with a purple sewing thread too.

More pictures below the cut.

[badgerslippers]

Fic from 2013

[sillywives]

a Knock Draco Up fic by @the-forbidden-forest

read Something Animal on ao3 <3

[chiquita-3]

[Podfic] Daddy Issues by @hoko-onchi-writes - Drarry, 1hr 8min, E

Draco hums in satisfaction as he measures Potter’s other wrist. Potter’s skin is so warm and soft. Draco could dive into it and never come up for air. “I’m going to measure your legs now.” Potter makes a stricken sound and tries to grab Draco. “Wait—no—I—” Draco dodges him and kneels on the floor. Ludicrous man. “Oh, heavens.” Draco is face to face with Potter’s erection. His boxer briefs are obscenely tented, a small wet spot just below the waistband. “It’s not what you think.” Potter’s voice is so strained, and he moves one hand to cover his cock, but Draco bats it away. “What else would it be, then? Looks like a cock to me.”

Or: Draco is enthusiastic about Harry's hot dad bod. And he makes Harry call him Daddy. That's it. That's the [pod]fic.

Listen on AO3

Note: Daddy Kink, Tailor Draco Malfoy, Body Image Issues, Sexiness Inherent to the Dad Bod, Body Worship, Hand Jobs, Orgasm Edging, Under-negotiated Kink, Masturbation, Dirty Talk, Praise Kink, Belly Kink, Dom/sub Undertones

[hoko-onchi-writes]

THIS IS AMAZING AND BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT VERY MUCH!!!!! Thank you @chiquita-3 !!!!!

[phoenixortheflame]

Bound: Nothing Gold Can Stay by @moonflower-rose

Typeset, bind, and illustrations by: me, @phoenixortheflame.

One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is on the case.

Well that got out of hand.

So — I planned to bind this for myself and then another for the author. But then, I had to make one for @reveriepi whose recording lulls me to sleep so very often. And one for @sits-bound because she’s a good girl who deserves good things. And of course one for @maleekamolscreates because the fic begins ON OUR BIRTHDAY!

Anyway, paperbacks are dope. Made using the double-fan method. I think I have the process fully memorized now, but if you're interested in learning how, I highly recommend checking out Mally's video on it, which I've watched a dozen times at least.

Cover is 48-lb glossy photo paper covered with soft-touch laminate. The inside cover design is printed directly onto the back of the photo paper and is not finished in any way.

Cover illustrations done by me in Procreate. Cover design done in Canva. Inside cover design as well as full-title page done in Affinity Designer; typeset done in Publisher.

[badgerslippers]

Love this fic

[fae-vorite]

BECAUSE @l0vegl0wsinthedark and @bixgirl1 ARE BEAUTIFUL EVIL GENIUSES

And also because Harry and Draco are beautiful dorks written so wonderfully in the fic this picture was drawn for. 

I HIGHLY SUGGEST CHECKING OUT THEIR VIRGIN DRACO STORY  which I have linked the master list for above.

I hate you both for making me feel like this. But I also love you both. Because you made me feel like this???

forgive my lack of gif experience OTL

[badgerslippers]

From the 2017 tumblr archives....

[fluxweeed]

Fic: The Power of a Good Apology

drarry, E, 5.6k

“All right, fine,” Potter says eventually. “Say you have a point. What will it take for you to let this go?” Finally, something Draco wants to hear. “What are you offering?” “What do you want?” Draco looks at him meaningfully, one eyebrow raised. “Oh.” Potter blinks. A hint of a smile grows at the corner of his mouth. “Wait. Really?”

tags: fuck buddies, D/s, collar/leash, bottom!dom!draco

Read on AO3 🐕‍🦺

[aridante]

fem!drarry au.

“you’re getting a bit obsessed with malfoy, harry. i mean, thinking about missing a match just to follow her…”

[badgerslippers]

From 2017

[sitp-recs]

Pub Night by @unmistakablyoatmeal / sdk

Harry/Draco, Pansy/Ginny (Explicit, 7k)

In a cramped loo at The Bitter End, what Harry and Draco do is only about one thing: getting off. …Isn’t it?

Lovely fic, hot af and full of feels. I felt so emotionally connected to the characters I only realized I was holding my breath when I reached the end and finally felt my chest expand again. I’m a hoe for fast sexual burn + unresolved emotional tension, it’s the perfect Drarry combo and this fic delivers it beautifully. The aching, the obliviousness, the reunion sex 😭

Read on AO3

[badgerslippers]

Rec from 2020

[blorger]

“Petrificus Totalus.” Harry’s limbs go rigid and snap together as he keels over, face first onto weeds and patchy, wet grass. His nose and chin hit the packed dirt with a painful crunch. Though his shout of surprise is stuck in his throat, the sound of his body hitting the ground echoes in his ears. A hand grabs at the cloak and pulls hard. Then, he’s on his back, Draco Malfoy standing over him. “Well now, this is familiar,” Malfoy says, a smirk pulling at his mouth. He crouches down at Harry’s side, pulling at his hair so that Harry's head is angled to face him. “Harry Potter.” His voice is low and drawling and it scuttles over Harry’s skin. “I’m simply dying to know what you're doing here.” Harry’s current predicament is, he can admit, rather dire. Being caught stalking aside, he thinks his nose might be broken. Humiliation licks up his rigid spine, but along with it is a prickle of ill-advised anticipation, a foolish thrill at what Malfoy might do.

from Mirror, Me by @kamaela