Hello friends! To celebrate my 800 followers (!!!) I finally put together all the #drarry reclists I’ve been making lately, and I’ve linked this post to my bio/pinned post. I’ll try to update these whenever I have the time. Please don’t forget to shower these authors with love and appreciation! Happy readings :)
Advent/Christmas
Amortentia
Angst
Arranged marriage & Accidental bonding
Banter
BDSM | Spanking | Sub Draco
Bottoming: Draco | Harry & Switching
Break up make up
Case fics
Chubby Drarry
Clubbing | Dancing
Comfort fics
Creature fics
Dark fics
Dark Mark removal
Dirty talk
Draco fixing things
Dubious professional ethics
Established relationship | +pining!Draco
Fake dating | Secret relationship
Fluff
French speaking Draco
Friends to lovers
Friends with Benefits
Healer!Draco + Auror!Harry
Hitmen AU
Hogwarts Eighth Year
Hogwarts Professors
Humor
Illnesses (Draco-centered)
In Vino Veritas
Jealousy: Harry | Draco
Kid fic | Single parenting
Magical houses & Sentient Hogwarts
Malfoy’s Peacocks
Non-magical AUs
Odd jobs
Panty kink
Party games
Pets
Poly/Open relationship
Powerful!Harry
Roommates
Shakespearean references
Smoking Draco
Soulmates & Fuck or Die
Spoiled Draco | Soft Draco
There was only one bed
Time travel
Touch starvation
Unspeakable!Draco
Winter coziness
5 + 1 fics
Side characters:
Draco & Luna | Draco & Harry’s friends | Supportive Ron | Drarry bonding over Teddy | Original characters | Harry & Narcissa | House elves
Personal favorites:
50k+ fics | Fics that give me chills | Old gems (2000-2010) | New fics (2020) | All-time faves | Smut | HD Hurtfest 2020
i've always love how you write stories! if you like, would you write about how drarry and the squad would be like when they're all living in one house?
hello, thank you so much for saying that, and sorry for being so late to this, I hope you are still here. Thank you @pineau-noir for the beta and @studywithyashu @dreaminginpencil for the brit-pick!
T, 1161 words, read on ao3
Harry Potter’s house is big and full of people and Draco Malfoy is one of them. Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place is full of good and sad people and Draco is only one of those things. The house is dark and damaged, but its inhabitants help fix it up. Pansy’s good at painting the walls because she’s a perfectionist. Blaise is good at decorating and even better at telling the Gryffindors to ease up on the red. Greg and Theo are good at getting rid of the pureblood bric-a-brac that no one wants to touch. And Potter’s gang are doing their own things, what that entails, Draco can’t be certain, but he’s sure that they deserve their place in the house. Draco helps by making himself scarce.
(He tries to. He really does.)
Draco comes back from work and goes to his room. He comes out when Ginevra drags him out for dinner because Harry insists on having meals together. (It's the only rule here.) Draco eats his food and talks about his day when someone asks. (He talks about his day a lot because someone always asks.) He does the dishes while Granger sits behind him and they do the crosswords together. She is smart enough to figure all of them out but for some reason she likes it better when Draco contradicts her. She writes his answers down and the crossword section becomes a mess, with Prandtl–Glauert Singularity written in 14 across and a quote from Nausea written in 5 down, going out of the boxes. Weasley saves the ones he likes the most on the fridge. Then Draco goes back to his room.
He doesn’t sleep very much; he doesn’t feel like there is enough time in a day for sleeping. At night he reads, and he ventures out for tea when his eyes start aching. The kitchen is right next to the drawing-room where people go to cry during the night because sleep is unlikely here and no one is rude enough to take that away from people who manage to stay in bed. Draco has seen Greg there, his wand in one hand and a whittling knife in another. He has seen Neville smoothing out sweet wrappers one by one. Ginevra puts up silencing charms and breaks down in there. Luna and Thomas hold onto each other the way Draco remembered them doing in his old home. Pansy obsessively cleans up in there, so no one will be able to tell it was a site of heartbreak once morning comes.
Draco doesn’t go in and sit with them like Harry does. The kitchen is right there, so Draco makes tea. Harry waits in the kitchen for Draco to finish, and asks Draco to go with him, but Draco goes back to his room.
It's the first Christmas after the war, and the first time spending it with this group. Luna asks Draco to help put up the fairy lights while Harry hovers at the bottom of the ladder Draco is on, ready to catch him if he falls, even though Draco said this little fall wouldn’t kill him anyway. Harry looks up at him, dark circles under his eyes and spots on his chin because he stays up with people nearly every night. Draco has always been very superficial. He likes pretty things, and Harry Potter has never looked more lovely than he does standing there, keeping Draco safe from a four-foot fall.
“I think I like the red and green lights better,” says Luna serenely from the other side of him. Draco starts and actually does stumble from his stand. Harry’s arms are like a furnace, and he’s doing a crap job at keeping Draco from getting hurt because Draco’s chest is aching something fierce.
The house is in decorating hell, and no one notices them holding onto each other a little longer than necessary.
(Everyone notices. They just don’t really mind.)
Draco wanders down that night, hesitant and feeling a little exposed now that the halls are lit with lights and tinsel. But Grimmauld Place is quiet tonight, and he thinks that this might be the first time he finds the drawing-room empty.
Only the tree is lit in the room, and it certainly looks empty. Draco makes two cups of tea.
Draco gropes blindly around in the dark for a while before his hand finally snags on a slippery fabric. He pulls the Cloak back. Harry has his face in his hands.
Draco reaches out to grip Harry’s jumper tightly. “If you sit with everyone, who sits with you, Harry?”
Harry can’t answer Draco then. His jeans are wet from the tears escaping the gaps of his fingers, the lights coloring them green and red. The room is silent except for the humming of a toy train on the fireplace, going in circles on its track. The fairy lights are still twinkling, and Harry Potter is still crying.
Draco wraps his free arm around Harry and rests his forehead on Harry’s shoulder.
“I’m not you. I don’t sit with people. I don’t know what to do.”
“You’re…” Harry says, slowly, when he isn’t crying. “You’re doing it now.”
And Draco is. He hadn’t even realized he had knelt on the sofa next to Harry. “But you’re still crying.”
“I don’t.” Harry stops, takes in a few wet, shuddering breaths. When he looks up his eyes are still dripping. “I don’t stop them from doing whatever they were doing. I just stay with them and we drink your tea.” Then, “Why don’t I ever see you in here?”
“What do I have to cry about?” Draco asks.
Harry wipes a tear from his eye. The lights around them dim for the respite that even holiday decorations need, and the solitary tear clings to Harry like Draco is. Harry cups Draco’s face, and the tear drops, just beside Draco’s eye. It's still warm when it slides into Draco’s lips as he parts them for Harry to kiss. Truly, what does Draco have to cry about?
They share Draco's cup of tea, then they share the second cup. Harry’s eyes are dry and his mouth is soft. Draco kisses both.
The next morning, Draco wakes up to the shouts of Finnigan and Weasley arguing about what they want for their advent calendar: milk chocolate or chocolate liqueurs? And it goes on until Blaise somehow procures both and shuts them up. Ginevra thunders down the stairs screaming about breakfast, and at least five voices yell back from the kitchen. Granger passes by Draco’s room and he hears her muffled murmur through the door, “I can’t figure out 8 across...oh, that’s it!” Draco thinks about Harry at the stove, making something that is surely too sweet to be ingested safely, his mouth shiny from the honey he always sneaks a spoon of, and how sweet it will taste on Draco’s lips.
before I desided to draw smth with naruto I was drawing a little series with drarry and porn hands, there’re my fav pics from it, maybe I’ll finish it lateeeer
please, if you’re a UK resident, trans or not, please speak out on behalf of your trans family, friends. we suffer enough without the right to self-identify in the UK
if you aren’t from the UK please share this so that more Uk residents can see and speak up.
I know tumblr is america focused but PLEASE PLEASE reblog this, we trans folks in the UK have so much difficulty already. Please help us and reblog this.
Illustration for “Burn The Witch” written by incredible @lettersbyelise
The fic is a masterpiece! I still can’t get over it. Everything’s just perfect. This is the final scene where Draco and Harry are dancing while Scorpius is playing Chopin.
Then Daddy will build a fire. It will be later in the morning. Golden light pouring in from the French doors, from the snowy garden. I will sit at the grand piano. (The one Daddy repaired). I will lift the lid, let my fingers run over the keys (new keys, shiny, pretty) and I will play. I will play (Ballade No 1 in G Minor, Op. 23.) and Daddy will dance with Harry. I will play, and Harry will take Daddy for a spin. (Like they do when they think I’m not looking.) Daddy will take Harry’s face in his hands and kiss him like he does when he thinks I’m not looking. (On the lips. Eyes closed. Smiling.) (I’m looking a lot more often than they think.) They will dance together. (That slow, swaying hug they call dancing.) Balzac will bounce around them, will bark like he does when he’s laughing. My magic will wrap around me like a sunny cloud. Like a blanket. I will play, and play, and play. (Adagio. Moderato.)
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