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Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three)

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Here's Part One and Part Two if you missed them.

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part Three) below:

Everything We Have by @thesleepiesthufflepuff. E, 5k. When Ron leaves the Horcrux hunt and Hermione goes after him, Harry finds solace in Malfoy, the fourth member of their party. Feeling broken and uncertain as they wait on a riverbank in Wales, together they find that some things are worth the risk.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry. T, 5k. Harry’s too hot, Draco’s always cold. Together they create a perfect equilibrium. 

No Bones About It by @peachpety. T, 5k. To remain eligible to play football for Hogwarts University, Harry needs to pass his gen bio exam. Too bad he chose the course based on the hotness of the TA and not the leniency of the professor. With the help of his friends and a Magic 8 Ball, Harry seeks tutoring from Draco Malfoy, Hot TA. Cue: chance encounters, flirting in library nooks, and prophecies fulfilled.

Closer by @pennygalleon. M, 5.1k. All who know them are convinced that Harry and Draco are a couple. But that's just ridiculous.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore. E, 5.1k. It's the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I've had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one... this one is something new. 

Yeehaw by @coffeedrgn87. E, 5.1k. In which Harry discovers that not only is he utterly gone for Draco, he always has a very specific fetish that revolves around Draco and a very particular pair of shoes.

From the Day We Met (I Loved You) by @dodgerkedavra. M, 5.1k. Harry receives a tiny, mysterious advent calendar on December 1. It takes him until December 24 to work out who it’s from.

Alabaster by @slytherco. E, 5.3k. It's not just for Harry, it's for them.

The Way You Say My Name by InnerLilith. E, 5.3k. In which Malfoy calls Harry pet names to get him flustered and riled up, and Harry gets flustered and riled up because he secretly likes it. The problem is that Malfoy is only teasing…or is he?

Mise en Place by @corvuscrowned. T, 5.4k. Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen.

The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

But somewhere, among all of the spicing and savoring, Harry realizes that Draco is coming by for more than just a good meal.

Behind the glass by @quicksilvermaid. E, 5.5k. Harry would do anything for Draco. And that includes helping him satisfy a very particular kink.

Two of Us by @iota. E, 5.5k. The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

Be careful what you hiss for by @maesterchill. E, 5.6k. Potter's speaking in tongues.

About his tongue.

And about his Auror partner Draco's tongue.

And about other parts of Draco too.

It's all very distracting.

A Sure Bet by @kbrick. E, 5.6k. Draco and Harry make bets during Auror training - and they keep upping the ante.

acts of service by @oknowkiss. E, 5.6k. Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

light as the sky above by icarusinflight. E, 5.6k. Harry notices Draco leave.  Harry’s always had one eye watching Draco, and old habits die hard.

Letters Through Time by @julietsemophase. T, 5.7k. Harry has been gone for the past few years, unable to tell those he loves whether or not he was alive or dead. When he returns home, he is surprised to find he has some very important letters waiting for him. 

Matched Set by @astolat. E, 5.7k. “No one asked you to look, did they?” Draco said, eyes glittering and intent on Harry’s face—like he’d just wiped off the years and turned back in time to when their greatest ambition in life had been to knock the other off his broom in front of the school and grab the Snitch first, before they’d both gone to war and come back with scars.

Intelligence by aideomai. T, 5.8k. “I don’t believe it,” Ginny said, voice low with venom and fury. “Did you know?” “I knew there was a spy,” Hermione said.

It’s Raining Drarry by @keepcalmandexpectopatronum934. E, 5.8k. After a quiet evening at home, the last person Draco expected to see on his doorstep in the torrential rain was a very wet and very naked Harry Potter.

Not Nineteen Forever by iota. E, 5.9k. A rogue charm hits on a mission and suddenly, Draco is nineteen again. Harry is still thirty-five and doing his best to look after his de-aged Auror partner (and forget about his long unrequited crush) until St. Mungo’s can brew the antidote. Only, Draco insists on wandering around Harry’s flat wearing nothing but Harry’s pants, flirting like his life depends on it and in the end, Harry’s only human after all.

Sugar Sweet by @the-sinking-ship. T, 5.9k. Draco thinks everyone forgot his birthday. (They didn’t.)

Take a trip into my garden by @andithiel. E, 5.9k. Harry has only been dating Draco for about two months, but he’s already obsessed with the git. And he knows that today, Draco has something special planned, something that includes him being dressed in skimpy lingerie.

Lay Your Weapons Down, Baby by @mushroomheadgirl. E, 6k. What started as a fight the third night back has turned into a ritual. You don’t talk. You don’t ask questions. You just meet in the abandoned classroom on the fourth floor when one of you gives the other that look. You fight. You call. You leave. And you finally get some sleep. — In which the boys fight until they fuck. Then, they fight and fuck. Then, they just fuck until the fucking isn’t fighting anymore but something else entirely.

Postcards From Italy by iota. E, 6k. A pool party, a nightclub, a bathtub. Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expected to run into the summer before his third year of university, but he's not complaining (at least not anymore).

home is wherever i'm with you by @softlystarstruck. T, 6.1k. “Okay, well when are you going to finish decorating your room then?”

“What?” Draco asks. “What do you mean?”

“I–” Harry blinks, looking bewildered. “I mean, I’ve only been in there a couple times, but don’t you need to unpack the rest of your boxes? It’s been a few months since you moved in.”

“I don’t have any more boxes,” Draco says, feeling as lost as Harry looks.

“But all you have is your bookshelf and your bed. Don’t you have knick knacks? Or– or plants?”

Draco slowly shakes his head.

A story about what it means to build a home.

Head Over Heels by birdsofshore, @shiftylinguini. E, 6.1k. Bloody Malfoy. Always turning up when he’s not wanted, making Harry notice things he doesn’t want to notice...like Malfoy’s new tattoo. 

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark. E, 6.2k. Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating.

And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me.

I drag Potter to bed.

Dancing on His Own by @writcraft. E, 6.2k. Under the decadent lights of London’s gay bars, Draco and Harry find one another again after years of searching. 

I Think I Want to Marry You by @phdmama. T, 6.2k. 5 times Harry Potter asks Draco Malfoy to marry him and Draco doesn't answer. And then the one time he does.

Two Hours Later by @lazywonderlvnd. 6.3k. Two hours after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry runs into Malfoy outside the Room of Requirement and returns his wand.

The Great British Wank-Off by @p1013. E, 6.3k. It’s eighth year, and all the boys have a bit of a competition. Harry challenges Draco to best two out of three. 

Packing the Flat by @marguerite26. E, 6.3k. Months after their explosive breakup, Draco insists Harry return to their flat to remove his belongings. 

A Darling Family by @nv-md and @lqtraintracks. E, 6.3k (Drarry + Teddy). Harry hates all the public appearances that go along with being the Chosen One, so Draco and Teddy concoct a plan to make the next event much more enjoyable—and rewarding.

Stage Five by @slytherco. M, 6.4k. Draco broke up with Harry four months ago, and he's been a wreck ever since. He visits the flat to retrieve his Auror badge and is quarantined while there, unable to leave. 

Mirrors inside me by @cavendishbutterfly. E, 6.4k. Draco’s been in love with Potter forever. And just because they work together, and they fuck, and they text and break up and get back together regularly doesn’t mean Potter needs to know. In fact, it’s a pretty good reason why he shouldn’t.

A Problem for Another Time by jalesidor. G, 6.6k. Harry enjoys his evening walks by the Thames. Nothing to do with Draco Malfoy's dog, or Draco Malfoy reading poetry on a lone riverside bench. No sir. Nothing at all.

An Emerald in the Sky by @corvuscrowned. E, 6.6k. The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

Somewhere along the way, Draco realizes he's been thinking in lines, when he should have been thinking in circles.

This Could Be Good by @cassiaratheslytherpuff. E, 6.6k. As a child, Draco had always loved his mother’s tales of soulmates, but he never thought he’d experience it himself. The universe, apparently, has other plans. Or, the one where Draco saves a dog and gets a soulmate.

Like This and Like This (Dreams of Lace) by @primavera-cerezos. E, 6.6k. Harry gets a peek of Draco's black lace knickers over the top of his trouser waistband, and can't stop thinking about it.

Heavy by @onbeinganangel. E, 6.6k. Potter isn’t nearly as slick as he thinks he is, is all Draco can think about through the alcohol haze and the dizzying atmosphere of the club. He really, really isn’t. Potter is across the club, surrounded by his usual entourage, looking at Draco when he thinks Draco isn’t looking back.

I'm lying when I'm looking away by InnerLilith. E, 6.7k. Sometimes it takes a Purim party and a flapper dress for Harry to figure out what he likes. (Spoiler: He likes Malfoy.) Or: Come for the hamantaschen, stay for the sex.

Last Offices by @tackytigerfic. M, 6.7k MCD Harry prepares Draco's body in pureblood rituals with the help of his friends after his partner's death on the job. 

Trouble with your tie, Potter? by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 6.7k. The last thing Harry expects when Slughorn partners him up with Zabini is Malfoy shooting them furious looks throughout the whole class and then unceremoniously snogging Harry in the corridor.

Intention by @the-sinking-ship. E, 6.8k. Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

Snug by @moonflower-rose. E, 6.1k. Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Champion by @shealwaysreads. T, 6.9k. Harry thought his Eighth Year would be simple and easy. And it sort of is, though not in the ways he expected.

Continued in Part Four!

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I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

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Microfic: I Must Be Lonely

A late birthday microfic, written for the wonderful @getawayfox (look, it balances out @wolfpants' gift which was a couple of weeks early, alright? That's my story, and I'm sticking to it.) Happy happy birthday to fandom's loveliest quadruple threat (writer, artist, reccer, beta/cheerreader). I hope you had a brilliant day! <3

T, 1.8k, no warnings. @drarrymicrofic prompt Simple. Thanks to @tackytigerfic for Irish picking and usual brilliance. This one is also for everyone else who hates night shifts!

Another night shift at the Ministry security desk. If boredom doesn’t get you, the vampires probably will, Draco thinks, sourly. That’s at least half exaggeration, though: Sanguini and his colleagues are always impeccably behaved, hurrying between meetings with barely a glint of incisor on show. But the boredom: now that part’s no joke. Nothing much happens in the Ministry after hours – by midnight, even the most dedicated workaholics have reluctantly ducked into the Floo, leaving Draco to his books, or his fantasy Quidditch, or (briefly and unsuccessfully) his crochet. Sometimes he gets lucky – a disaster necessitating the presence of the on-call Mishaps and Maladies team at the Ministry, perhaps, or an international visitor who’s messed up the time difference – but for the most part it’s lonely work.

Every night, Draco watches as two of the house elves work their slow, methodical way across the Atrium floor from either end, mopping and polishing and casting anti-slip charms until they meet just in front of his desk, some time around five o’clock. Things always get better after that, with the sun rising in the charmed windows and the slow downhill slide until six-thirty, that blessed hour when Draco mumbles his greetings to the day staff, pulling the hood of his robes up to cover his tired eyes, and slopes off towards the Floos.

Midnight until five, then, that’s the difficult time. That’s the hungry but nauseous time, the clammy but shivery time, the grumpy, gloomy, desperately weary time. Helpfully, it’s often the time the morons from the DMLE show up, high on adrenaline and testosterone and god knows what department-approved stimulants, and often, inexplicably, looking to chat utter rubbish.

“Hey! Everyone, look, it’s Malfoy!” bellows Finnigan, his voice rattling through Draco’s skull after three hours of total silence. He marches up to Draco’s desk, at the head of a group of what might appear, at first glance, to be drunken teenagers, but which Draco knows is actually made up of fairly senior Aurors. “How’re things, Malfoy? Ministry treating you well, I hope?”

Draco straightens his robes, shoving his folded up copy of the Prophet out of sight.

“It’s been a good day, Malfoy,” Finnigan continues, clearly not interested in waiting for Draco’s response. “A bloody good day, you know?” His grin is wide and toothy as he thumps his clenched fist against his chest and flings his head back. “Another victory in the fight for truth and justice, and all that’s―”

“Alright, Seamus,” says a voice from the back of the crowd. “Leave him alone, yeah?”

“Hey! Harry! Here’s the hero of the hour! C’mere.” Finnigan tucks a firm arm around Potter’s neck, pulling him forwards, until he’s shoved up against the front of the reception desk, smiling apologetically. “See,” says Finnigan, and his pupils are barely visible when he leans closer, “another bunch of Muggle-hating scumbags behind bars, and it’s all thanks to Hazza here. Good triumphs over evil again, and the world—”

“—hang on Seamus, isn’t that stuff classified?” cuts in Longbottom – who, as far as Draco can tell, is still every bit as much fun as he’d been at school.

“Oh, give over, Neville,” Finnigan spits, mercifully turning away from Draco, “I didn’t say who it was, did I? Classified would be if I’d said oi, Malfoy, d’you know they’re running a Muggle fighting ring out the back of the Reaper’s Arms—?” There’s a collective groan. “What?”

“You’re such a twat, Seamus,” says a short-haired witch next to Neville, folding her arms.

“Oh, I’m a twat, am I?”

“Yeah. You are.”

Then someone else starts up, voices crowding over each other in an unbearable racket. Draco rests back in his chair, closing his eyes, his tired mind picturing the little yapping Crups that Mother’s friend Verity used to bring over; the ones Mother pretended to coo over even while they left puddles of piss on the Persian carpet.

A shadow falls across his desk: it’s Potter, leaning forwards, blocking out the harsh glare of Lumos off the wall tiles. When Draco blinks and looks up, he finds that Potter’s shivering a little, his hair damp and stuck to his forehead. “Sorry about that lot,” he says, softly. “You know how they can get.”

“It’s fine,” Draco says, tightly. “Nice work on the, er, Muggle fighting stuff. Sounds pretty impressive.”

“Oh, cheers,” says Potter, with a shrug. “Just doing my job, you know how it is.”

Draco looks down at his desk: the bonsai yew that reminds him of home, his stupid cheap silver-plated letter-opener-cum-emergency-vampire-repellent, the battered copy of Birdsong he’s been slogging through for two months straight. “Not really,” he replies, shrugging.

“Ah, you’re not missing much. Five minutes of excitement, tops; I’d take a good Seeker’s game over that any day. But, you know—” he glances back over his shoulder, “—truth, and freedom, and all that rousing stuff from the superhero films Seamus watches. How’s your shift going, anyway?”

“Not bad,” Draco says, sitting up taller, sliding the Prophet back into view. “By the way, who’ve you got down for third Chaser? I’m stuck between Lyons and Campos.”

“You should go with Beni, definitely. Ollie’s been raving about his form all summer.” Potter leans over even further into Draco’s space, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he squints down at the page. “You got Chang down for Keeper?”

“McFarlane.”

“McFarlane?” Potter laughs, incredulously. “Seriously? Bloody Magpies fans. Completely deluded, the lot of you.”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Well, Potter, I guess we’ll see.”

There’s a scuffle in the background, followed by cheers. “Coming, Harry?” Finnigan calls, wiping blood from his lip. “Hey, Malfoy, we’re heading out after this. It’s House night at XPulso; they’ve got three for ones on Rusty Nails, and we’re going to get Harry here laid.”

Harry stiffens, his eyes widening. “Er—”

“Yeah, I’ve got your back, mate. Maybe we can sort Neville out too, if anyone’ll have him.”

“I’m married, you knob!”

“You should really come along, Malfoy. It’ll be a laugh.”

Potter, still with his back to Finnigan, makes a faint choking sound.

“Sadly, Finnigan,” says Draco, trying to avoid Potter’s eyes, “I’m afraid I’m stuck at this desk for the foreseeable. But you lot have a great time. It sounds… memorable.”

Finnigan just shrugs. “Ah, your loss. C’mon then, boys.”

“Boys?”

“It’s just an expression, Davis, what d’you—”

They’re off, finally, all backslaps and hooting laughter, and no-one’s looking at Draco anymore, which is a small mercy. Potter reaches down to steal a crisp from the unopened packet at the back of the desk. “Anyway,” he says, mouth full, breath salt-and-vinegar scented, “’s been good to see you, Dra – Malfoy.”

“Yeah,” says Draco, glumly, and he hates himself for envying them all. “You too.”

***

Draco tries not to think about Potter, he really does. It’s hard, though, not to wonder what he’s doing – who he’s dancing with, where he’s sleeping – when all you’ve got for the night’s entertainment is Miffy and Jinks, a dodgy alarm on Level Five, and yesterday’s Prophet. He dithers for a while over his Fantasy Quidditch choices, trying to pretend he doesn’t care what Potter thinks, then Diffindos the completed page carefully out of the newspaper and tucks it into his pocket. Both house elves make it across the floor without incident. Through the window behind his desk, Draco watches the sun begin to rise over Salisbury Plain, as slowly, grudgingly, night gives way to day.

“You off?”

It’s his replacement; showered and shaven and far too bright. Draco nods grimly at him.

“Anything to report?”

“Nothing.” He gets to his feet, rolling his shoulders and renewing the Protego on his tree, grateful, as always, for the speed and convenience of the Floo. Five minutes from desk to bed, via blackout charms and a good Silencio; that’s the way to do it.

Something’s off today, though – Draco can tell, as soon as he lands, drained and unsteady, on his hearth. The heating’s already on, for one – he can’t see his breath in the air, which is a welcome change – and hang on… is that the smell of bacon? His nausea evaporates, instantly, as he follows his nose, half in a dream, only to find—

“Morning.”

Potter’s standing by the hob, grinning, and the flat’s a little more smoky than usual, but there’s eggs frying, and sausages on the grill, and just then the toast pops up and, well, Draco could just about kiss him right now.

So he does.

“Oh my god,” he says, when Potter pulls away, popping a crispy bit of bacon into Draco’s mouth instead.

“Good?”

“Oh my god,” Draco says again, salt flooding his mouth. “But what – what are you doing here?”

“Well, I was up all night too. You’re sleeping today, I’m sleeping today – I thought, well, this way at least we get to sleep together properly for once. And I know how hungry you get after night shifts. Here.”

Dizzy with tiredness, or the cooking fumes, or possibly something else entirely, Draco takes the ketchup over to the table, then slumps down hard into a chair. Potter brings over the plates, pulls his own chair in close.

They eat in comfortable silence, and it’s only once Draco’s blissfully full of sausages and buttered toast and beautifully seasoned egg, that he finally works up the courage to speak. “So Seamus’ efforts failed, I take it?” he says, lightly.

Potter snorts. “Shut up,” he mumbles, through a mouthful of beans. “Seamus passed out after the second round of shots. The rest of my night was spent escorting him back to his cousin's house on the Knight Bus. Why,” he says, grinning, “were you actually worried?

“Of course not,” Draco replies, too quickly, then sips his orange juice to try and disguise the lie.

“That’s good. Because I want to tell them, Draco.”

Draco freezes, glass in hand.

“No, I mean it,” Potter says, dropping his knife to take hold of Draco’s forearm. The Mark aches like a bruise, but beneath Potter’s fingers, the pain’s almost sweet. “Look, you know what those shifts are like; you know how they make you feel. The raid, and then getting everything wrapped up, and then seeing you at that bloody desk – the last thing I wanted was other people’s hands on me, Draco. All I could think about was how sick I am of acting the part, of pretending I’m interested, when what I’m really interested in is…” He gestures at the room, at their plates, then, finally, at Draco. “This. You.”

“I—” Draco begins, and if his voice is a bit wobbly, well, he can blame that on the tiredness, can’t he? Beside him, Potter's resumed blithely eating his bacon, eyes heavy-lidded, as though nothing he’s said was at all out of the ordinary. Draco swallows. “They’ll say you’ve lost your mind,” he says, pressing his socked foot against the knob of Potter’s ankle.

Potter nudges him back. “Well, maybe I have. Working nights will do that, after all.”

[laynefaire]

Edge Of All We’ve Ever Known

written for @phd-mama for being an amazing friend

Harry abandoned the sheltering warmth of the small cottage he’d rented, tucking his chin into his coat and lifting the collar against the frigid wind roaring in off the ocean. Leaden clouds maintained their dreary vigil, the looming cliffs bellicose guardians of a dismal coastline shrouded in fog and mist. The mournful wail of an invisible ferry’s horn dissolved into the answering baritone from a distant foghorn, an apt reflection of the weight Harry carried in his heart. 

He’d arrived two nights prior, the train depositing him at an empty station. The note from the caretaker left clear instructions on where to find the key, and the bare minimum of pantry supplies had been made available to sustain him until he could find the shops. He’d managed with a tin of soup the first night before falling exhausted into a surprisingly comfortable bed. After a breakfast of eggs and toast, he’d spent the second day sorting his belongings and settling into what would be his home for the next month. Toasted cheese sufficed for dinner, wiping out the last of the bread.  After scraping together a meager breakfast from the last of the eggs, he’d had no choice but to brave the elements if he didn’t want to starve. 

Turning into the wind, Harry ducked his head and and pressed on, hopeful of finding anything open in the sleepy seaside town. A wooden signboard flapped in the wind over a shop door, the faint aroma of baked cinnamon and coffee whisking past him on another errant gust of wind. Bracing one hand against the frame, he tugged the door open and staggered into the comforting warmth of the bakery, his glasses immediately fogging over. 

For a bakery it was, the display case laden with biscuits, breads, and pastries, while an espresso machine hummed on the back counter, mostly obscured by the lithe man standing in front of it brewing a cup. His every movement was practiced and graceful, his slender hands moving with assurance through the steps of crafting the drink, likely for the young woman who waited at the register. Harry watched with rapt admiration while he wiped his glasses, a sense of familiarity plucking at the edges of his consciousness. It was only when he returned them to his face and the man turned around that the familiarity took on meaning. 

“Draco,” Harry whispered to himself, mindful that he stood in what appeared to be a Muggle shop, and uncertain how Draco came to be employed there. 

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Fic Rec

Hi. Shush. I don't even do recs. Shut up. Yeah, I know. Read this one, though.

It should be illegal for someone's first fic on AO3 to be this good.

Workplace flirting via Shakespeare fridge magnets. Drarry, M, 1k.

Measure My Lordship With Thine Vulgar Aye by StarQuesting

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Take the Moon

by @tackytigerfic (Mature, 15K)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

[hd-wireless]

🎶 H/D Wireless Fic 🎶

📻 love is just a shout in the void 

🎵 Mature, 4,489 ❗ Warnings/Tags: Muggle Technology, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Flirting, Sexting, Texting, First Kiss, Angst and Humor, Drunkenness, Implied Sexual Context, Sassy Harry Potter, Down and About Draco 🎵 Song Prompt: i’m in love with u, sorry by j'san 

🎵 Summary 

Draco accidentally texts Potter his biggest secret and he’s pretty sure the Chosen Prat isn’t ready to hear anything close to it. So he pretends he didn’t mean to. But the problem is: Potter is still as infuriating as ever, if not more than he was before.

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[valoale]

Been reading Number Seven by Sara_Holmes the entire night and this was all I could think about

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not sure if this will get flagged or not but here’s an old piece I never finished 🤷🏻

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Happiest of birthdays to the one and only Crow! I won’t be tagging them since they’re currently on hiatus but this was a great excuse to finally do a (much) belated reclist. Crow has been on my radar since I first read The Other Cottage - I was immediately taken aback by its intriguing atmosphere, original plot and the mindblowing ending that had me gasping in delight. You can bet I did my due diligence and quickly devoured everything else from their catalogue, which was how I realized I had found another favorite to hold close to my heart.

Crow explores the themes that fascinate me the most - life, time and mortality - and even their dark fics (a genre I don’t normally indulge) feel so thought-provoking and cathartic. There’s no best feeling that knowing you can trust that one author to tick all your boxes with every fic, no matter the story, trope or ending they go for. Crow has written a little bit of everything (and I tried my best to include different flavours here) but I’m not gonna lie, their poignant and aching angst is my ultimate jam. Some of these fics changed me in deep and lasting ways, and I’ve talked extensively about one or two of them. It was so hard to keep this short and not highlight all of Crow’s 27 works, but here are my top 10 favorites. As always this is a 100% personal rec list but there’s a bit of everything here so I hope everyone can find their thing and enjoy these just as much as I did. Don’t forget to leave them kudos and comments to celebrate Crow’s day!!

♦️ Magpie (E, 4k) - klepto Harry with a dark edge is everything we didn’t know we needed! Such a brutal - and brilliant - fic, I was completely enraptured by his charming characterization and the ending left me breathless

Potter doesn't steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn't do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn't about power, and it isn't about control. Potter just does it because he can.

🥘 Mise en Place (T, 5.4k) - a tender and tasty treat, with lots of kitchen flirting and food porn. I live for sweet pining!Harry and their mutual obliviousness, it never gets old. Short and sweet as all good things are!

Draco needs to learn how to cook, and luckily, Harry knows his way around a kitchen. The fact that Draco is using his newfound cooking skills to impress another man... Well, Harry just tries not to think about that too much.

🔪 The Thousand Deaths (E, 6k) - yes yes yes suicidal vampire murder husbands bound to live eternally!!!! This is a genius concept that once again blows my mind, I love the dark humor and overall depressing tone, it’s so uniquely cathartic. Every murder husbands fan has to go read this now!

When the Kedavras don’t work, they try wooden stakes. When the stakes don’t work, they try blades. When the blades don’t work, the truth spills between them like the vast, churning ocean — eternity, inescapable.

🪞 The Other Cottage (T, 6.5k) - here’s your spooky treat for the day, this fic is so creepy and clever and atmospheric it will immediately lure you in. This is unlike anything I’ve read so far. Masterful pacing and a delicious pining Draco spiralling towards a breathtaking ending!

If Pansy wasn’t shagging Ginny Weasley, Draco would never have been dragged to Luna’s ridiculous Halloween party in the first place - meaning he wouldn't be sitting in the corner of the room with Harry Potter all night.

🌌 An Emerald In The Sky (M, 6.6k) - an all-time fave of mine, my whole heart belongs to this time travel masterpiece, achingly bittersweet and heart-wrenching. It’s impossible not to fall in love with Harry through Draco’s POV, it’s impossible to stop thinking about this love story once you’ve read it.

The hardest part about shagging an Unspeakable is that they’re not allowed to speak of anything. All Draco knows is that Harry works in Time. Harry works in Time, and while he’s out there in all of that time, it is as unforgiving to him as it is to anyone.

📱 With Hands Full of Dusk (E, 15k) - it’s a crime that this story is so low on kudos and comments but I hope this ends now because wow, I’ve never read something so quietly atmospheric like this. Intriguing plot and brilliant execution exploring the fascinating combo of mystery, excitement, frustration and loneliness surrounding a researcher’s life.

Harry thought he'd found what he was searching for after the war. But as the quiet life he's earned begins to unravel at the seams, he finds himself searching instead for an elusive, mythical creature found only in lore and legend - with none other than Draco Malfoy as his companion.

🪢 The Seventh Life (E, 18k) - vampire Draco and mortal Harry as doomed lovers across lifetimes yes please!!! Is there anything more romantic - or devastating?? Another tender and bittersweet love story that left me in shambles and I thanked Crow for it, I am obsessed with this plot and the feels it gave me ugh how can I go on with my life now

If Draco had looked the other way, he may never have seen him again. But Draco turned, because he always would have turned. He found him, because he always would have found him - in life, in death, or in Paris.

🐍 In The Company Of Serpents (E, 25k) - love myself an intriguing case fic and this one is so creative and engaging! Fabulous setting, hot Parselmouth Harry and a brilliant take on Astoria, one of my favourites in fact. I adore the tentative Drarry dynamics and that bedroom sex scene is absolutely phenomenal, oof big smut rec here guys 🔥

There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.

✉️ Twelve Moons (T, 27k) - cottagecore Drarry for skin cleansing, this soft slow burn mended my heart and it’s a great pick when you’re in need of comfort fics. It was a delight to follow this in real time too, v creative storytelling!

Harry Potter lives a quiet life, running an inn with his two best friends. Once a month, Draco Malfoy comes to stay. A real-time fic that takes place over the course of a year; updates every full moon.

🪴 Buds, Blooms, and Beards (E, 27k) - sex education fics are my jam, especially if it’s an experienced and sexy Draco guiding Harry through his bi discovery, yum! You’d think this is all about smut but it’s actually a gentle and comforting story about trust and friendship, one of the best portrayals of Harry & Ginny as friends and confidants, and a delightful “coming out” slow burn!

Harry and Ginny have built an easy, happy life for themselves after the war. They run a thriving plant shop together, they have a great relationship, and they're definitely not gay.

[mxlfoydraco]

do you know any fics where harry is jealous of blaise cause he and draco are really close and/or touchy friends?

Thank u 😩

I can give you jealous Harry in general, adding on to this list Jealous Harry

Jealous Harry

Around You Moves by ignatiustrout (29k)

Harry knew Draco was gay when he invited him to move in. He’s never had a problem with this. So why does he feel so weird about Draco bringing men home all of a sudden?

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout (49k)

Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”

keep it down by warmfoothills (13k)

Malfoy’s an inconsiderately loud roommate and Harry’s over it.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic (10k)

It’s not the first time Harry’s been the victim of a botched curse (that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too. So they’re bonded. That’s ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm. But this isn’t going to be a problem for their friendship at all. Is it, Harry?

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

Make This Leap by @oflights (118k)

Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid (99k)

What happens when you’re forced to become the very thing you despise? Ex-Auror Harry Potter, tossed out of the Ministry for something he had no control over, has been looking for a way back to his former life. When he comes across Draco Malfoy in the criminal underbelly of Wizarding London and in need of protection, Harry figures bringing him in to face the Ministry’s justice is his ticket back to everything he’s lost. But nothing is exactly as it seems. Not even Harry himself. And as he gets drawn further and further into Malfoy’s world of honour and deception he finds himself questioning everything he thought he knew—about his childhood nemesis, the Ministry job he misses so much, and most of all, about himself. What happens when you’re forced to see that you were wrong?

Grounds for Divorce by Tepre (122k)

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (5k)

The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

You Know the Feeling by @sorrybutblog (12k)

Harry waits, but the hex never comes. In the mirror, Malfoy’s eyes dip shut, and he lets out a soft sound that goes right through Harry, heat rising in his body, pushing out against his chest. Malfoy turns slowly, careful not to dislodge Harry’s hand. He swallows, Adam's apple bobbing, then speaks, his voice low. “Don’t start something you won’t finish.” *** Harry’s not sure why he’s started hooking up with Malfoy. Boredom, or the heat of the summer, maybe. Whatever it is, it’s nothing too complicated. Right?

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (140k)

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?

Scaredy Cat by GallaPlacidia (53k)

Google drive link by @geesenoises

Draco is cursed and starts uncontrollably turning into a kitten whenever he's stressed. There is, of course, only one logical solution: he must move in with Harry until they figure out how to break the curse.

The Nightmare Club by @diligent-thunder (85k)

Hermione and Ron are going back to Hogwarts to do N.E.W.T.s, Ginny isn't. Harry hasn't decided, until he has, in front of the Wizengamot and now he's responsible for Malfoy as well. A tale of enemies who learn to get along, get it wrong and get it on. Everything is purple, some things are on fire and no-one is sleeping properly. But don't worry, there's tea!

The Arrangement by @thegertie (65k)

It's worked for years. Why change it now?

Under Giant Mountains by @wolfpants (33k)

Harry doesn’t know where he’s going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn’t even know where his map is. Who’d have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed? In which Harry’s trip to Norway to visit dragon-wrangler Ron introduces him to hikes from hell, mysterious natural magic, foraging, magical bathing, a new and bizarre friendship, and the frustrating, heady allure of his former nemesis turned sexy globetrotting field researcher.

Hook(Up) by @keyflight790 (5k)

Harry wasn't jealous. Not at all. He just wishes his damn assistant would focus on his fucking job rather than flirting with Zabini.

Title of Their Sex Tape by @cibeewastaken (12k)

What are the Wizarding world's most elite law enforcers doing when they aren't catching criminals? It seems Auror Malfoy is often caught throwing food into Auror Potter's mouth when he's mid-yawn. This story isn't about Draco throwing food at Harry. What it does have is: Undercover! Heists! Draco pining for Harry! Harry being oblivious, but also can't help noticing how good Draco smells! Banters and jokes! That's about it.

Graceless Heart by @orange-peony (132k)

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry. When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook. Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

Two to Lie and One to Listen by @fluxweeed (84k)

It’s weird when Hermione announces that she and Ron have broken up. It’s weirder when this is followed by the revelation that she’s already moved on—and the new object of her affections is Draco Malfoy. Things only get worse from there.

All the Small Things by @bafflinghaze (12k)

Harry didn't know why, but when he saw Ginny and Draco together being so friendly, he had these feelings that he just couldn't understand.

Time Will Tell by @digthewriter (6k)

Harry needed a place to crash and hide, Draco provided that and eventually, he provided more than just a sofa to sleep on. Harry found a way to Draco's bed, but will he ever be able to find his way into Draco's heart?

Constellation Prize by @andithiel (12k)

Harry’s been pining for his friend and Auror partner for almost a year. But despite what his friends say, he and Draco aren't an old married couple...Draco has a boyfriend, there's no way he'd ever be interested. Right?

Break-Up Sex by @gracerene (2k)

Harry doesn't miss the bond, but he does miss Draco.

Head in the Game by @samyistrying (16k)

Harry and Malfoy shagged. But it’s fine, Harry doesn’t have feelings for him or anything. Yet he isn’t too thrilled when Malfoy gets hired as a Sports Therapist for Harry’s team – Puddlemere United. Of course, he gives massages. And of course, Harry has to bear witness to Malfoy making player after player groan in pleasure.

The Matchmaker's Spell by @kbrick (20k)

Thanks to a spell cast over all of wizarding Britain, Draco is forced to marry Harry Potter, who still hates him. But Draco refuses to live a cold, sexless existence, choosing to fill the emptiness in his life and his bed with a parade of lovers. And while Harry may not be able to stand Draco, he despises seeing him with anyone else.

Historians by @oknowkiss (29k)

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

Intention by @the-sinking-ship (6k)

Harry really ought to listen to whatever Ron is saying, but it becomes impossible to focus when a familiar figure across the pub curls his fingers around another man’s tie. And when that man leans in with a wolfish smile, Harry sees red, and all he can think is mine.

Peeking behind the Curtain by @wellhalesbells (23k)

Draco sees things he really, really wishes he didn't. If only to get out of all the homework that comes with it.

Take the Air by dysonrules (51k)

Someone or something is attacking Muggles and leaving them for dead. Auror Harry Potter is assigned to the case, but with his usual partner unavailable, he is stuck with the most annoying Auror ever to walk the halls of the Ministry.

[melcarrianna]

Ever Since We Founded Rome

Harry's missing. Draco's the only one who can find him.

My art for @harrydracobang ‘s Reverse Bang 💋

What can I say there’s just something extra magical with the creature fics.

Thank you @periferal for liking my art so much to choose it I loved the sweet fic you wrote for it! Every update you sent me brought joy to my day.

Make the search with Draco on AO3

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A High Reeve Draco I drew last year

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[dronarryfest]

Tell Me How You Like It by @phd-mama

Pairing: Draco/Harry + Ron platonic

Rating: Explicit

Wordcount: 3306

Summary: It's a beautiful sunny day, and when Ron is laid up in the common room with a broken ankle, he gets more of a glimpse into his best friend's private life than he ever might have wanted!

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This 8th year fic with platonic Ron POV is funny and so sweet in how supportive and proud Ron is of his best friend.

[vitce]

Harry Potter Draco Malfoy and unexpected gift from Molly Weasly

[aria-dunn]

“Look, Draco, they’re so beautiful.”

The glowflies fluttered around them. Tiny lights reflected in Potter’s eyes, the greenest he’d ever seen them.

In that moment, Draco thought him the most beautiful. The light of the stars and the glowflies shone on him as if the world agreed and put a spotlight on Harry Potter.

-OR-

COMC Professor Potter invited Potions Professor Malfoy along to gather ingredients and he couldn’t say no.

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: Daring

For @drarrymicrofic prompt 'dare'. cw: minor injury

"Potter, stay behind please."

"Of course, Minister."

There's a line between work and home, which gets awfully blurry when Harry's hurt. Draco brings Harry's bandaged hand to his lips when they are alone.

"One of your daring feats?"

"A dragon, Minister."

"Mmm. Let me be your husband for a moment."