Drarry where the Golden Trio are having a slightly tipsy 'Hear me out' conversation as they passed around a bottle of Elvish wine that they nicked from Slughorn's office.
"What about Gordon Horton?"
Harry and Hermione shared a confused look.
"Come on! Keeper for the Chudley Canons?"
"You're supposed to pick people we know, Ronald."
"Well excuse me," Ron said, throwing his hands in the air. "I forgot that you two have no taste."
"No taste! I will have you know that my taste is sophisticated and refined. Clearly something you don't relate to."
"Oh, oh, I see. Well since your taste is so sophisticated then by all means tell us who is your pick."
"There's Merrill Medlar. She's the chief editor ofâ"
"Who the hell is that? What happened to people we know?"
Harry hadn't had enough wine to tolerate their constant bickering.
"Malfoy," Harry said loudly, interrupting what would have surely been a row. "What about Malfoy?"
"Which one?" Ron and Hermione said at the same time before glaring at each other.
"What do you mean which one?" Harry frowned. "The choice is obviouslyâ"
"Lucius." They said in unison again.
"What?" Harry gaped at them. "Lucius is a right piece ofâ"
"Wait," Hermione held up her hands, eyes wide. "You can't mean Draco then?"
"Of course I meantâ"
"Don't say his name! Ugh, I never want to know his as Draco," Ron said, shuddering.
"Maybe I do!" Harry said, unsure why he was getting heated.
The two of them shared a long look that said a lot more than he could translate and he kind of wished they were back to arguing. At least that was familiar.
"I think I would've rather you had said Snape."
Harry's mouth parted before it closed, and he gave a considering hum. "You know, in the spirit of a true hear me out, Snape would fit."
Hermione snickered as a choked gurgle escaped Ron.
"I was joking!" Ron cried, head in his hands. "Merlin if you ever shag Snapeâ"
"Shag?" Harry let out a strangled meep. "If I'm going to shag someone it would beâ"
"Draco," they said together, and part of him wondered if they were really Fred and George under Polyjuice because it was getting freaky.
"I think I'm going to be sick," muttered Ron. "I knew we'd uncover some more about each other, but I'd honestly like to cover it right back up."
"We can pretend it didn't happen," Harry offered, biting his lip as he tried to think of someone else. "What about Charlie?"
"Charlie?" Ron frowned. "My Charlie?"
"Oh," Hermione said, brows lifting. "Yes, I can see it."
"No no," Ron shook his head. "We aren't doing this. Let's get back to Harry wanting to shag Malfoy."
"It's not that I want to shagâ"
"I think it's more than that," Hermione said, voice low as if she was sharing a secret. "I think he likes Malfoy."
Ron collapsed backward as if he had been shot, groaned as if he had been too. "This is too much for me."
Harry rolled his eyes, taking a large mouthful of wine. He was going to need it.
"It's not that bad."
"Yes, it is, Hermione. If Harry wants to shag Malfoy and he likes him then they'll get married and have little spawns that look like Malfoy and they'll call me Uncle Ron and then I'll just have to like them because I can't be mean to a child, but they'll look just like him and then I'm going to have a complexâ"
"I think you're having a complex right now."
"And whose fault is that? Huh, Harry?"
"I never said I wanted to marry him."
"You never said you didn't though," Hermione argued, tone suggesting she was on to something.
Harry sighed loudly as they continued to debate his future. A future that held Malfoy in it. The longer they talked the more he considered it.
It was true that he wanted to shag Malfoy, but it was also true that he liked him. He just hadn't really let himself think of how much.
"I think I'm going to find Malfoy," Harry said, staggering to his feet and rather proud that he hadn't fallen over. Maybe he hadn't drank as much as he thought he had.
"Great, just great," Ron cried. "My life is over. Might as well start calling me Uncle Ron."
The portrait closed right as Hermione said,
"I think you're being rather dramatic, Uncle Ron."
Why I like it: Established relationship and first time? Yes please!
I've Got a Beautiful Feeling (Everything's Going My Way)
By @toomuchplor | Explicit | 3.6k
Summary: This is absolutely unapologetic explicit filth but it's also absolutely unapologetic as a representation of been-married-a-while sex. That's got to be somebody's specific kink, right? If that's you, enjoy.
Why I like it: Please see above.
horizon
By @desertforestfic | Explicit | 1.6k
Summary: The sun rises on Harry and Draco.
Why I like it: Sweet and hot! Plus this Freeform tag says it all - âdenial of how non-casual the casual sex is gettingâ.
Under the Mistletoe
By @jelliewrites | Explicit | 4.4K
Summary: Draco kisses Harry under the mistletoe...
...but not the kind of kissing you're thinking about, you sweet summer child!
Why I like it: all my favorite things in a new, clever way. The first of several sexy shorts in this established-Drarry life. Read them all!
Snow Can Wait
By its_the_allure (me!) | Explicit | 5.5k
Summary: Ten years after the war, Harry is on a first date with a cute Muggle bloke attending a classical music recital. But then the house lights go down, and an achingly familiar man with a shock of white-blond hair walks across the stage toward the piano.
This is a story about waiting - and making up for lost time.
Why I like it: Okay it feels weird to self rec in a rec list, but imma do it! This was my first time trying a non-linear narrative and Iâm really pleased with how it turned out. We have a deeply in love Harry which I just adore, and Draco is super hot.
Nothing Gold Can Stay
By @moonflower-rose | Explicit | 40.1k
Summary: 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.
Why I like it: Such delicious pining!!! Very lovely characterizations of Harry & Draco. I want all the good things for them.
Come In, the Water's Lovely
By @wolfpants | Explicit | 3.5k
Summary: In the lush wilderness of Madeira, Harry and Draco reunite.
Why I like it: porn with feelings, my best and most favorite thing
Harry after Healer
By @zephyne | Teen | 1.2k
Summary: Harryâs loopy on potions after his procedure. Draco rather likes Harry this way, all open and innocent and awestruck. Ohâand yeah. Obsessed with Dracoâs beauty. That partâs rather nice.
âDo we call each other âloveâ? How long have we been together?â
âWeâll have been married three years next month,â he replies.
âMerlin, I hit the jackpot!â Harry exclaims, beaming.
Why I like it: Inspired by that adorable viral video where the man wakes from surgery and canât believe how gorgeous his wife is. So sweet and cute.
He's Perfect
By @itsphantasmagoria | Teen | 7.9k
Summary: Draco's son with Harry is a shining light in his life, and is perfect just the way he is.
Why I like it: A wonderful glimpse of Drarryâs life post-getting together, and I love how they stand up for their child. The interactions with Dracoâs parents are especially satisfying.
Far From The Tree
By aideomai | Explicit | 112.5k
Summary: The arrival of Harry Potterâs childrenâsnapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so yearsâwas the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.
Why I like it: Gorgeous writing, angst with a happy ending done so well, and the smut is smutting so hard!
PS. Do you have a favorite that isnât on this list? PLEASE SHARE IT WITH ME!!!!
I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.
I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)
I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.
I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.
I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.
I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.
I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.
I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.
I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.
periodical reminder that if you are in the marauders fandom, and you consider yourself anti-jkr + anti-transphobia, you cannot ethically engage with any form of official content, merch or âexperiencesâ (i.e studio tours etc).
any money that you spend on jkrâs IP could legitimately be used to fund transphobia through her donations to anti-trans charities.
you may consider yourself anti-transphobia, but by voting with the money in your pocket, you show where your true affiliations lie. you show whether or not you value your entertainment over trans lives.
supporting jkr in a âmarauders wayâ or an âatyd wayâ means nothing when that money all just ends up in her pocket.
so please. you donât need a reboot. you donât need a marauders series. you donât need that official hp merch.
thereâs a whole world of free fan created content out there to explore. enough for a lifetime.
For @drarrymicrofic prompt: "18" by One Direction. I went through like four different ideas/drafts for this prompt but this is what I got lol
"Didâdid you know?" Draco asks, eyes downcast like heâs talking to the sidewalk.
Harry's throat is tight. "No," he says. "I didn't."
Draco presses his lips together and nods. He still doesn't look at Harry. "I see."
Itâs quiet in the dark alley behind the pub, but Harryâs ears are full of static. He knows he needs to talk more; needs to stop Draco from filling in the blanks of Harryâs silence with his own assumptions. He knows Draco's guard rises with each second he lets pass without saying some version of what heâs thinking, which is, âI didn't know. But god, I wish I had.'
"It was Eighth Year, for me, " Harry says instead.
At that, Draco looks up sharply. Their eyes meet, and Harry sees the flare of hope on Draco's face; feels it in his own chest. "What?" Draco whispers.
"That's when I realized. For me, I mean," Harry blushes. "I obviously didn't know about you until, er, now. Like I said."
Draco blinks. "You mean to tell me you've beenâ"
"Yes."
"So all this time we could'veâ"
"Yep."
Draco closes his eyes and looses a sigh. When his eyes open again, he looks at Harry like the snitch in a tied Quidditch game. "Can Iâ?" His voice breaks, and his eyes fall to Harry's lips, and that's all he needs to say.
Harry sucks in a breath, and nods. Draco strides towards him and pulls him into a bruising kiss.
When they finally pull apart, Draco presses their foreheads together. "Will you say it?" He whispers. "I said it. And I know you impliedâbut I need to hearâ"
"I love you, too," Harry murmurs. He presses a kiss to Draco's parted lips. "I'm in love with you."
I was tagged by both of these incredible writers, @getawayfox and @graymatters, in a little wip snip game! (Read El's snip here and Gray's here.) Thank you both!
This was one of several different drafts I had for the microfic prompt "18" by One Direction. I think (hope) this will turn into something else, but idk what yet. So here's some pining auror partners!
Also I'm tagging: @schmem14, @peachpety, and @phdmama and anyone else who wants to post what they've got!
When Harry thinks back, he guesses it probably started at a pub night. Draco must've laughed at one of his jokes and made Harry think, How can I get him to do that again?
Was it when Harry mentioned he hadn't eaten breakfast? Draco left the office without a word and brought him a breakfast sandwich and a coffee from the cafe down the street because, "Ministry pastries are shit." And then, if looks could kill, Draco's glare when Harry offered to pay him back would've done what Voldemort's two Avadas couldn't.
Or perhaps it was before; on their fourth mission as auror partners when Draco took a nasty hex meant for Harry. When Draco was under a magical coma, and Harry was sick with worry and guilt and a lot of regret that he hadn't yet had the courage to call Draco a friend to his face.
âWhat have you done to my house?â Harry gapes. Heâs never seen Grimmauld like thisâgleaming, open, warm and charming. Itâs like seeing a familiar strangerâcatching the eye, confusing the brain: do I know you?
Malfoy pulls off his gloves. âThe blood heir of the family has finally returned. Itâs woken up.â
âIt never did this for Sirius!â Harry exclaims, angry. Maybe if it had, his godfather wouldnât have been so depressed. Wouldnât have spent his last months alive hating every second. Harryâs throat tightens.
Malfoy seems to choose his words carefully. âMy cousin⊠was the heir, yes, but he was a disinherited heir.â
âWhereas youâre the perfect blood purist progeny of the House of Black.â
Harry immediately wants to take it back. Malfoy is already turning away, shoulders stiff.
âYes, I suppose I am.â
âNo, Draco, that⊠that was a shit thing to say. Iââ They havenât said it, yet, and Harryâs heart is hammering sickeningly. But he hadnât been sorted Gryffindor for nothing. âI love you. Iâm sorry.â
Draco whirls around, grey eyes bright.
âI was going to say it first,â he says, and Harry can tell heâs trying for petulant. Missing it by a mile. There isnât a single sneering trace of scorn on his face.
Harry grins, reaching for him. âFuck off, no you werenât. We would have been on our death beds, heaving our final, gasping breaths before you everââ
Patroni are about protection. He doesn't know what it would have been if he had managed to cast one before 7th year, maybe a Horntail, or a blasted ferret.
He didn't even know that he could cast one. Cried the first time he did.
Cried harder the first time he made it corporeal and the antlered head came closer, like it was trying to sniff at him. He still says he can't cast a corporeal and no one questions it, most people are surprised that he can cast even the misty one.
Patroni are about protection, and Draco Malfoy would rather not have it thrown at his face who makes him feel the safest.
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