[drarrypotterrenaissance]

WIP Ask Game

Hi friends! I have A Lot of WIPs right now, and I need to make some progress on some of them, so I'm asking you to help me! I have listed a bunch of my WIPs below, and if you send me an ask with the name of the WIP I will write some more of it, and share anything about it that you ask! (Pretty much I just need other people to get me excited about writing again, because I can't ever choose which WIP gets my attention and then I walk away without writing at all)

Accidentally, on Purpose

Soulmate AU 2

Do It Yourself

Fic from a prompt from a fest I never participated in

Candy Hearts (someone make me edit this and finish posting it, the unfinished work on ao3 is haunting me like a gruesome spectre)

How Airplanes Stay Up

Narcissa Kidnaps Child Harry

Model Behaviour

One of a Kind Collection: Part 2

Long Hair

McGonnagal Fic for the Bestie

Universally Attractive

Draco Walks with Harry

The Second Task

The Heart is a Muscle

Passwords and Felix

Draco Drabbles

Draco Teaches Harry Occlumency

Soulmate AU 94

Allergies Fic

Prophecy Fic

Favourite Colour

Frail Victorian Child Sick Fic

Outbox Shenanigans

Draco was born to be a pawn

Soulmate AU - Nickname

Soulmate AU Colour Vision 1

Origami Notes

Prefect Passwords

(Y'all, this isn't even all of them, someone please send help before I am buried under my ever-growing mountain of WIPs)

(Also, some of these are actually finished and just need to be edited and posted 🙃)

(Also also, while I am participating in the Soulmate Fest (!!!), none of the soulmate AUs listed here are for that. I just have a problem haha)

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

So Good I Could Cry

I saw this post, and knew immediately that I had to write a fic for it. This is my first fic above a T rating, so it was written in one sitting before I could lose my nerve. What follows is the softest, most gentle M-rated fic I think you can find. Additionally, I am very ace, and thought that I was writing Harry as allosexual, until Vukovich told me how much ace Harry came through in this fic, so please take a moment to laugh at my naïvety and then to thank @vukovich for being a wonderful beta reader and for ensuring that I tagged this properly 💜

Words: 1,828 Rating: Mature Summary: There was a tumblr post asking who in your ship cries during sex, and I knew my answer immediately - Harry cries during, and Draco cries afterwards in secret. Read on ao3 here

It’s all so good. Everything has been so good, for months now, that Harry can’t really figure out why it took so long for him to finally ask Draco out. He can’t figure out why multiple years of amazing friendship didn’t turn into dating and kissing sooner, not when it only took him six months to realise that his feelings for Draco weren’t just platonic. He can’t figure out why it took them so long to get here, but he’s beyond glad that they finally have.

Harry’s lost count of how many dates they’ve gone on (although Draco probably knows; he’s obsessive like that, and Harry loves that he knows that about him), or how many times they’ve kissed, or how many scorching looks Draco has given him from the other side of the room. They’ve been taking things slowly, per Draco’s wishes, although Harry hasn’t minded, and has, in fact, been delighted to watch Draco open up to him even more with every dinner and every kiss, like a flower opening so slowly into the morning sun.

Now, though, they’re here, in Harry’s bed with Draco pink-cheeked and sweaty over him, for the very first time. And it’s so good, just like everything else, just like Harry knew it would be, because it’s Draco here with him. Draco’s nerves have dissipated, and he’s radiant, leaning down to kiss Harry, making soft little noises that Harry could listen to forever, beaming and laughing, pressing his eyes shut even as his mouth falls open. There’s a strand of hair that’s come free from its queue, falling alongside Draco’s flushed cheeks, and Harry is overjoyed to watch it sway back and forth, curling up into a gentle ringlet, because that means that Draco must secretly straighten his hair, and Harry knows this now, an intimate little secret to discover even in the midst of this intimate act itself. They’ve been together for so long tonight that Draco’s hair straightening charms have worn off, and he’s comfortable enough with Harry that he hasn’t bothered to refresh them, and now Harry gets to know that there’s a wave to Draco Malfoy’s pin-straight hair, and no one else gets to have that secret.

He reaches a hand up and twirls a finger through Draco’s hair, then cups his face to simply admire him for a moment. Harry doesn’t think that anyone could ever really look attractive during sex. It’s too sweaty and red-faced and slightly gross for anyone to actually look hot the whole way through, but Draco right now is so lovely, so captivatingly beautiful, both for his red-flushed, sweaty face and for how open he is in this moment of vulnerability.

“I love you,” Harry says, before he can stop himself. He’s said it before, a few times, and he’s certain that Draco feels the same way, even if he hasn’t said it back yet. Still, Harry hadn’t wanted to pressure him right now, hadn’t wanted to risk making Draco think that he had to say it back to him at this moment because of everything else. Draco beams, though, and kisses him fiercely, and somewhere in the middle, Harry tips over into ecstasy, coming back to himself moments later with tears wet on his cheeks and more still streaming from his eyes.

They kiss some more after, and then just hold each other close, drifting in and out of sleep for a while. Draco doesn’t say anything about the tears that took a few minutes to stop, although Harry thinks he’d be well within his rights to. Honestly, who cries during sex because their boyfriend secretly has curly hair? Instead, Draco just kisses him, and runs his thumbs under Harry’s eyes to wipe away the tears, and kisses him again while fresh ones appear.

When Harry wakes up an unknown amount of time later, he can still feel the salt, tacky on his cheeks. He passes a hand over his eyes, then scrubs it across his face, before reaching out to pull Draco close to him once more. His hand meets nothing but empty sheets, still warm from Draco’s body, but rapidly cooling. And Harry knows, because he knows Draco, that he’ll be back soon. He hasn’t gone far, nor has he gone for good, and Harry is sure of it even before he sees the light shining from under the ensuite door. If Harry could be patient for two minutes, Draco would surely return to him, eager to reclaim his place next to Harry in their warm bed, and to press his always freezing toes in between Harry’s legs. But Harry’s in love with him, and everything is so good when they’re together, and he doesn’t want to be separated even for the next two minutes, and so he gets up and pads over to the bathroom door, knocking gently to preserve the quiet of the pre-dawn stillness.

“Draco?”

There’s no answer, but Harry can hear the sink running, so he pushes the door open a crack and says Draco’s name again, sees his bare back stiffen slightly at the sound of Harry’s voice. He splashes water on his face once, then turns around with a towel pressed to his cheeks, patting himself dry even as Harry steps into his space and puts his hands gently around Draco’s waist. Draco leans into the touch, but doesn’t respond in kind, continuing to dry his face, the towel now an obstacle, keeping Harry from kissing him like he so desperately wants to. Instead, Harry slips his pinkies into the waistband of the boxers Draco has put back on, and gently smooths his thumbs up and down Draco’s sides.

“Hi,” he says, still making an effort to be quiet for no reason.

“Hello,” Draco whispers back, the towel still obscuring his face and muffing his voice slightly.

“Is everything alright?” Harry gives one of Draco’s hips a gentle squeeze, and Draco sways slightly into his hand.

Draco nods, but doesn’t say anything, and the towel is still hiding his face, which means Harry is forced to judge by Draco’s stiff shoulders how much of a lie his nod was. Harry slowly pulls the towel down, revealing Draco much as he was only an hour before; his face is red and blotchy, his hair is mussed, and his eyes are closed. Unlike before though, his face is now wet with tears instead of perspiration, and Harry feels a stab of pain go through his heart at the idea that something is marring this perfect night for Draco.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” he asks, moving his hands to cup Draco’s face, almost able to see the same motion echoed between them from earlier in the evening.

Draco shakes his head, and another tear falls to meet Harry’s thumb before being wiped away.

“Nothing. I’m fine, truly I am. I don’t know why I’m crying.”

Harry wipes away another tear and tilts Draco’s chin up gently until he meets his eyes. He can’t quite parse the emotions that he sees going across Draco’s face, but he can understand, at least in part, how Draco must be feeling. Tonight was a big step for both of them, their first time together, but it was Draco’s first time ever, and Harry feels like his chest might burst with love for Draco for letting him share this moment with him. Some of that must be reflected on his own face, because Draco gives him a watery little smile and tries again to explain.

“I’m fine, it’s just…” ‘A lot’ finishes Draco’s voice in Harry’s head, but he remains silent and gives Draco the chance to say the words for himself. “A lot,” he says, with another small smile, and then his lower lip begins to quaver again. “It’s all been really good!” he hastens to add. “And I’m fine!” he says, more tears splashing down his face. “It’s just a lot, all at once.”

Harry nods his head, wipes Draco’s tears, and kisses him. It’s not one of their best kisses, Draco sniffles in the middle of it, and Harry’s pretty sure that there’s snot in his mouth, but it’s still absolutely perfect, because it’s the two of them standing together in the middle of Harry’s bathroom at some wretchedly early hour in the morning.

When they pull apart, Harry swipes his thumbs across Draco’s cheeks again and says, “I get it.” At Draco’s raised eyebrow - and, oh, what a joy, to see Draco’s dearly loved prickly little personality pushing through his tears - Harry reminds him, “I was crying earlier tonight, too.” He shrugs. “It can be overwhelming sometimes, but that doesn’t mean it wasn’t amazing.”

Draco scrubs the towel across his face once more, then fits himself to Harry’s body, pressing his face into the spot between his neck and shoulder that he had been kissing earlier that evening. Draco’s nose presses into a tender area, and Harry thrills to consider that he might have a bruise there in the morning, and can’t wait to avoid all of Draco’s attempts to heal it with magic, instead letting it linger for days as a reminder of tonight. Maybe, he thinks nonsensically, he could even get a tattoo there, to preserve it for all eternity.

“I woke up and wanted to wash my hands,” Draco says out of nowhere, the words slightly muffled against Harry’s skin, “and when I saw myself in the mirror, I just. I don’t know. I guess I thought that maybe I would look different, afterwards. Which, I know that’s silly, but I wasn’t sure what I was expecting to see. And I couldn’t tell if I looked different or not. All I could think about was how I must have looked to you-”

“Absolutely gorgeous,” Harry interrupts, and Draco laughs a little before pressing on.

“And then I was thinking about how you looked at me, and, and, and you love me-”

“I do,” Harry says,

“-and,” Draco’s fists tighten against Harry’s back, and he can feel the material of the towel Draco is still holding move against his spine. Draco pulls back slightly, and looks Harry in the eye. He’s a bit of a mess, with his cheeks a chaotic pink and his eyelashes spiky from tears, but once again Harry is certain that he’s never seen anyone more lovely, “and, Harry, I love you too,” he says, and possibly some other words after that, but those are lost into Harry’s mouth, kissing him thoroughly before lifting him up, letting Draco wrap his legs around Harry’s waist, and carrying him back to bed.

When Harry wakes up the next morning, it’s with Draco curled around him, his face pressed against Harry’s chest, and the bathroom hand towel, which Harry now realises is the novelty Celestina Warbeck one that Draco got him as a joke, squashed under his armpit. It’s so strange, and so perfect, that Harry wants to laugh. It’s all just really good.

[meemoop]

when you hate the outfit your mother forces you to wear…

[phoebe-delia]

One Day More (Harry Potter Version)

Okay I have written a little HP-themed parody of "One Day More" from Les Miserables. Because it wouldn't leave my mind once I thought of it.

I'm sorry if this doesn't make much sense to read over text, especially the ending since it's technically a bunch of characters singing their parts until they all come together for the last few lines. If you're not familiar with Les Mis I suggest you listen to the song before you try to read the lyrics.

ALSO a few notes here. I have put commas and dashes in order to indicate the rhythm at which certain words are said to fit with the timing/rhythm of the original lyrics, if that makes any sense. Also this IGNORES some of canon. Dumbledore is alive, and I basically just sorta wrote what I wanted without regard for what had actually *happened* on the day before the war.

Also, yes, this takes place (in my AU) the day before the final battle.

Here's a link to the original song.

[Dumbledore:] One day more A day that divination long forebode

The seeds I planted then will now be sowed. The orphaned babe from decades past

Will fin'lly fill his fate at last One day more [Harry:]

My life-long war could be near end

Will—I-see-days, beyond tomorrow? [Dumbledore:] One day more [Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

But what, is left I’ll share entirely

[Draco:] How have months undone my life? [Ron & Hermione:] I regret the pain I’ve caused [Draco:] How’s my enemy my hero? [Ron & Hermione:] All the pride I let consume [Draco:]

Could it be I’ve been so wrong? [Ron & Hermione:] I will fight here by your side [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Remus:]

I’ll avenge them one by one

[Harry:]

All I’ve done has led to now

[Remus:]

But their deaths won’t be in vain

[Harry:]

I will do what’s right and just

[Remus:]

Victory now won’t bring them back

[Harry:]

Riddle’s reign will end with me

[Remus:] But my marauders fight with me! [All:] The time is now The day is here [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters

They will soon learn to obey [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge Spook ‘em with a sneer

Hit ‘em with a hex See ‘em runnin, squealin

Like a pen of pigs! [The D.A. Students:]

This is not a war we started

This is not a fight we chose

But if they won’t lend an ear

We will shout our battle cries

This ends with our generation

Evil won’t win on our watch

Stand your ground and raise your wands

[Harry:] My place is here I fight with you! [Dumbledore:] One day more!

[[ALL SUNG AT THE SAME TIME]]

[Ron & Hermione:]

How long we wasted in denial

I swear I’ll never leave your side

And all the time I’ve got I’ll give you [Draco:] Could he ever take my hand? [Voldemort:]

I will finally kill that Potter

Now his luck is all run out

They will see that he’s no hero

They will worship me instead [Dumbledore:] One day more! [Bellatrix & Greyback:] Little tyrant tykes

Screamin’ for their mums

Fun to teach ‘em lessons

About who’s in charge [Voldemort:] One more day till I’m triumphant

I’ll be on my well-earned throne

They are foolish child fighters Tomorrow fills the prophecy [Dumbledore:] Tomorrow is the fated day Tomorrow fills the prophecy [All:] Tomorrow nothing that we’ve known will ever be the same again One more fight One more war One day more!

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harry leading a peaceful (and adventurous) life

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ART: Harry Potter Gets a Job

Title: Harry Potter Gets a Job Creator: Anonymous Prompt:#29 Draco's Career: Apprentice in the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Department Harry's Career: Reluctant Jobseeker Rating: Mature Warnings/Content Notes: Draco Malfoy Redemption, Harry Potter Thinks Draco Malfoy is Up to Something, Oblivious Harry Potter, Lonely Draco Malfoy, Supportive Ron Weasley, Weasley Family Dinners, Enemies to Lovers, Forgiveness, Alcohol, First Kiss, A little bit of Non-Graphic Nudity Summary: Harry returns home from Romania to find Arthur Weasley has a new apprentice, and there's an extra place set for dinner. Page Count: 106 Art Medium: Pencil on paper Creator’s Notes: This comic belongs entirely to the wonderful mods of this fest, as without their patience with my disgustingly late self, it would not even exist.

( Harry Potter Gets a Job )

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Erm, hello there, may I perhaps have a trick, with some treat vibes?? Pretty please???

Hello my love! Here's some soft smut for you, rated E.

Most Favourite

“I’m not asking for much,” Draco said, reasonably, “only to be your favourite person in the whole entire world. That’s it.”

Harry, still laughing, wiping his face on his sleeve: “Oh, that’s it.”

“Yes! You don’t even have to love me or anything. You don’t need to make any romantic grand gestures or, or, keep finding new ways to please me, or—although this feels fairly nice.”

To the stubble-rough kisses Harry couldn’t help but pepper on his soft inner thigh. “Fairly nice?”

“Fine, it feels fucking fantastic, happy?”

The grin on his face was starting to ache in the corners. “Delirious,” Harry said, and settled himself between Draco’s legs, mouthing the gap under his briefs. “C’mon, baby, help me get these off.”

Draco was mumbling something about getting off, but he did lift his sweet arse so that Harry could pull the boxers down, kissing the soft, fuzzy skin he was baring. To the perfect arch of Draco’s foot, curling with ticklish pleasure; back up to nuzzle behind his knee, to lather his thigh with warm licks and to bite the supple, fleshy part of it till Draco squealed.

“Oi! Brute. You didn’t answer my question.”

“There was a question there?” grinning into blond pubic hair. “Sweetheart, you’re gorgeous.”

An indignant shriek. “You know that wasn’t it!”

“My love,” sprinkling adoring kisses on the base of Draco’s cock, “my sincerest apologies, but I’m a little bit busy, see,” and the sharp breathing and the stirring interest and the lovely pink on Draco’s cheeks when he looked up assured him Draco supported the endeavour. Still, and only savouring it a little: “Would you like me to stop?”

Draco had the cutest pout. “No?” he said. “No. Just—I know it’s terribly childish but I need, ah,” voice melting when Harry traced a wet finger down his crack and round and round his hole.

“You need?” a little cruelly, making up for it with a generous lave of his cock, which had conveniently, fantastically, started to drip.

“Harry,” more a moan than a demand now. “Don’t—ah—change the subject. I—hngh,” trembling under his hands, the dearest and most beautiful little menace Harry’d ever seen. “More!”

“More?” incredulously, enamoured, “oh, no. I think you might need more.”

Squirming and convoluting, entangling himself in the sheets, already so frantic and truly, Harry’s barely even done anything. Apart from teasing him and teasing him and maybe sucking with a little more vigour now, tongue slipping on the vein on the underside of Draco’s perfect cock, and the finger Harry didn’t realise had gone a full knuckle in kept going in circles and, huh, Harry still had his clothes on? Hot, but unnecessary.

With only one hand, and a smidge of his concentration, Harry managed to rid himself of the shirt, and halfway done with the jeans (“Ah, ah, Ha-rry, fuck, ah, gods”) and fuck, if his boxers just, down to the knees right that will do, and in desperation and with the scorching heat of Draco all around him he nearly missed the wail, which would have been a real shame. Every minute of this was a miracle, and—the look on Draco’s face. “What is it?” with a sudden pang of dread. “Darling?”

“I just,” Harry didn’t know if this was good-sobbing or bad-sobbing, but his heart clenched anyway, “I need to know it’s possible. I know you have so many, ah, fuck, there are much better people in your life and, and, Harry, I can’t think when you’re doing that!”

“Doing—” he realised his finger was still moving. Made it stop. “Draco, if what’s possible?”

“If I could ever be your…” desolately looking away, and Harry’s chest was a riot and nothing made sense besides—

“Favourite?” blinking at the contorted face, at this ridiculous, ridiculous man, “you want to know if you can be my favourite? Bloody—absolute ninny, of course you already are?”

“Am what?”

Harry shook his head, words failing him for a moment, then leaned down to pet Draco’s cheek. “A wanker,” he laughed, and kissed his cheek. “A git,” kissed the other one. “An absolute twat,” the tip of his nose. “And my absolute favourite person. You berk.”

Draco laugh-sobbed, eyes big and grey. “Really?”

“Really,” unable to look at him, trailing kisses down his neck, his shoulder, his sides.

“And you couldn’t bloody say so when I practically went and made a gigantic arse of my—argh!” when Draco’s cock was back where it belonged. “Merlin! Give a man a warning, will you?”

Harry shrugged and resumed his very important mission of sucking another confession out of Draco. Maybe if he made him see stars Draco would admit that Harry’s his favourite, too.  

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UNLEASHED! FEST: REVEALS!!!

Reveals are here! *screams* Unleashed! brought us 20(!!!) incredible works and we want to send the biggest thank you to everyone involved: our fantastic creators, who put their entire hearts into their works, their betas and cheerreaders, who worked their magic as always, and all the wonderful readers, who left comments and kudos. You all made working on this fest an absolute joy! Now go have a look at who made what, so we can all scream about it together!

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🐾 ART

Feathered and Fabulous (Draco/Harry, digital art, T) by @getawayfox Draco runs a successful Instagram account for his pet peacock. Harry takes every opportunity to flirt.

how the hell... (Draco/Harry, digital art, G) by @the-houseryn Harry has no idea how a white highland cow got inside 12 Grimmauld Place, nor why it seems to have a strange affinity for the fancy French chocolates one of his admirers keeps sending him...

Quiet as a mouse (Ron/Viktor, digital art, G) by @pato-roldnart Based on this prompt: Hogwarts Fourth Year: While Ron is grateful for Pigwidgeon, he sometimes finds himself wistfully remembering the times he spent with 'Scabbers' -- before the reveal in Third Year, anyway. One such night, he's startled and wary to find a rat scampering around, until Viktor appears, looking for his escaped pet. They eventually bond over pets, grief, comfort, Quidditch, and many other things as they start to develop feelings for each other.

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Because Cats by ICMezzo (Draco/Harry, 1.5-2hours, T) by Cailynwrites Harry has a cat, and Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, and Harry doesn’t. Then Harry has a cat again, but Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, but Harry—OMG HOW WILL IT END.

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Trevor the Escape Artist (Neville/Pansy, 2.9, G) by DrPansyParkinson, Ecologycreature Trevor the Master of Escape feels his reputation being ruined because a certain someone keeps successfully locating him and bringing him back to his owner. Trevor is often found in bathrooms because he likes humidity.

With Love in Her Luminous Eyes (Draco/Harry, 30k, T) by @starquestingfordrarry The Demiguise lived in Grimmauld Place, and she lived all alone.

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Birds Behaving Badly (Draco/Harry, 10.5k, E) by @peachpety For eight years, Draco has been content living a quiet life of anonymity in Brighton, dodging pesky seagulls and enjoying the ephemeral boys of summer. And if these summer blokes just happen to resemble Harry Potter, it’s a mere coincidence—despite what his friends say. But when a repeat one-night stand challenges him to face his desires, Draco thinks he’s finally over his years-long crush. A seagull named Kevin thinks otherwise.

Charlie (Draco/Harry, 1.7k, T) by @kittycargo Harry's trying not to be jealous that Charlie's moved in with Draco.

Harry Potter And The Dubious Rescue Of His Ferrety Boyfriend (Draco/Harry, 8.8, T) by Animamundi Draco Malfoy always ends up getting bullied by other animals while in his Animagus form. Harry must rescue him again. Or must he?

It's Me or the Peacock (Draco/Harry, 4.5, T) by harrows They’ve been together for two years when Draco finally moves into Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Only, Harry didn’t know he’d be bringing a pet with him.

misty morning comes again (Draco/Ron, 4.5k, M) by @the-houseryn Every morning without snow on the ground or rain that turned the land into a slip and slide of mud and wet grass, Ron ran the property with his misfit herd of barnyard animals close behind him. The thrilling tease of watching Ron's solid, sweat-glistening body do its lap around the misty morning pond was just about the only thing that could get Draco willingly out of bed so soon after the summer sun rose. Barn chores and animal butts certainly weren't going to do it.

No capacity for feelings (Draco/Harry, 2.9k, T) by fast_brother Draco's Basilisk might or might not be depressed. Whatever the case, he would never ask Harry Potter for help.

Of Magical Beings Being - Magical (Draco/Harry, 30k, E) by @rockingrobin69Out of the blue, Potter's letter says: I need your help. And Draco, ever a fool, goes. Cue magical houses, fluffy Beings with a sweet tooth, mutual pining level: infinity, and truly outrageous amounts of tea.

Peacocks of the Bride(groom) (Draco/Harry, 7k, T) by apricitydays, TempestuousBlue The Big Day is here! Draco and Harry are finally getting hitched. Will the wedding be a smashing success or will peacock-induced chaos ensue? (It’s the latter, for sure)

Slithering up the garden path (Draco/Harry, 1.4k, G) by flightinflame Draco just wants to read in the garden. He's not sure why there are so many snakes around.

Sun Shower (Draco/Harry, 5.9k, T) by @moonmanatee Each afternoon, Harry and his cat lounge in their sitting room, make an elaborate snack, and then head out for a walk. When they run into a certain tall, pale-haired man and his scruffy dog, they find their routine shifting.

the strays (Draco/Harry, 13.8k, T) by @owl-of-fandom Draco befriends stray animals in his back garden, unknowing that one of them is actually an animagus.

Two cute foxes, one embarrassing rant (Harry/Fred/George, 1k, G) by HadrianPeverellBlack Fred and George needed a role of their own, even considering how they were Fred & George and not Fred and George. And, if no one had made the effort to recognize them, to distinguish them, they would have managed to be seen and noticed. At least that was his due to them. This didn't mean they wouldn't want to be appreciated for who they were.

Waiting for the Moon to Rise (Draco/Harry, 8.9, E) by @wolfpants When Harry and Draco move into Grimmauld Place straight out of Hogwarts, the last person they expect to find taking up residence is Bill ‘divorced, dishevelled, and dangerous’ Weasley. But what if their new, furry little problem is the help they need to finally bring them closer? Stranger things have happened, Draco supposes.

Wings and Slings (Draco/Harry, 24k, T) by @steampunkserpent27 After the war, Draco Malfoy decides to turn over a new leaf and in doing so, opens an animal sanctuary for sick and homeless magical creatures. Everything is going well, until he is given a feral herd of hippogriffs and has to ask for outside help to be able to get anywhere near them. Only, it's the very last person he would have asked for help from.

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[FIC&ART] WITH LOVE IN HER LUMINOUS EYES

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: Teen And Up Word count: 30 158 Tags: unusual POV, magical creatures, magizoologist Draco Malfoy, ex-auror Harry Potter, number twelve Grimmauld place, house magic, semi-sentient house, magically powerful Harry Potter, demiguises, playing fast and loose with demiguise lore, lonely Harry Potter, lonely Draco Malfoy, vivarium, soft Draco Malfoy, meddling pets, idiots in love, pining, getting together, relative strangers to lovers, a black kitten named Nevermore, the demiguise is a drarry shipper, digital art

Summary:The Demiguise lived in Grimmauld Place, and she lived all alone.

Sneak peek: There is one path down which Hermione says the right thing to draw out the confession she’s looking for. But there are far more that leave it unspoken. Lenore is not surprised, having seen what she has of Hermione, that she manages to pick that one path.

“You’re allowed to be happy, Harry.” She takes one hand from Nevermore to put over his. “Whatever that looks like.”

He bites his lip, rubs his free hand over his face, knots it in his hair. “He’s so—he’s so different.”

Hermione leans into him and smiles. “We all are.”

Read WITH LOVE IN HER LUMINOUS EYES on AO3

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[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 18: “Did you plan for this to happen?”

“Darling, what on earth?”

Harry spun around to confront the voice in the doorway to the kitchen, spilling a bit of batter from the bowl and onto the floor as he did. It was one in the morning, in his defense, and he’d been very contentedly working in the kitchen while his husband slept in their bed. “Oh,” he said, looking around at the counter covered in baking ingredients, a pan of apple crisp already cooling on the sill.

“What in Merlin’s name are you doing?” Draco asked, all soft and sleep rumpled, rubbing his eyes as he wandered in and pulled himself up onto the counter, nicking a chunk of apple from the cutting board and popping it into his mouth.

A soft crunch, followed by a hum and Harry was lost. Completely gone on him.

“You silly goose,” he said, reaching out with his toes to nudge Harry’s thigh, “did you plan for this to happen?” he asked, gesturing at the baked goods waiting their turn for the oven. “Why are you up baking at this hour?”

And Harry blinked at him, didn’t really know, couldn’t really articulate the way the the love in his body got restless sometimes. The way it yearned for an outlet, for the freedom to give itself away. “I get-” he shrugged, gestured with his spatula, “my body-” he shook his head. Tried again, “my heart,” he said softly, “it’s too big for my body sometimes?”

Draco tilted his head, waited.

“I just. Sometimes, I love you and I love our friends so much and I don’t know-” he broke off and shook his head. “It’s too big for my body to hold,” he said. “And what am I meant to do with it all? How can I ever-?” Harry trailed off again, looking at Draco uncertainly.

“Ever what, sweet?” he asked indulgently.

Harry looked down at the batter for the pumpkin roll, then back up at Draco. “My life is so good,” he whispered. “So full of joy and love, so full of people who make it-” he broke off helplessly, couldn’t put it all into words. “And where can I put it all?”

“Sweetheart,” gentle, too gentle, too much love, too much; Harry was far too small to receive that much.

“So sometimes I just start baking,” Harry confessed, hurried on before he got too emotional. “I don’t know where else to put it, so I bake.”

“Come here,” Draco murmured, holding out his arms.

Helplessly, Harry set down the bowl on the counter and moved toward him. Wouldn’t, couldn’t, deny the other man his love when his whole body was so full of it. “I’m a mess,” he said, gesturing to his apron covered in batter.

“Mine,” Draco replied, tugging him closer and wrapping him up tight. “My sweet love,” he pressed a kiss to his temple. “Too good for this world. How could you be so good?” he asked, more to himself than Harry. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” Harry replied , and that was the point, wasn’t it? That he loved him so much, couldn’t contain it, couldn’t hold it, couldn’t give enough of it away.

When the oven timer went off, Draco pulled back, “can I stay with you while you bake?”

Harry’s heart, a bursting, bubbling thing in his chest. Too big, too full, too joyful. “Do you want to?” he managed.

Nodding, Draco swiped another slice of apple from the cutting board.

“Alright, then,” he said, helpless and fond, so in love he couldn’t do anything to hold back the way it must be pouring off of him.

“Alright.” Draco smiled back and Harry just let himself exist in all of the love he had.

[nelweensfic]

As bright as your smile

This is my participation for @hp-soulmates fest 🥰 Thank you to @peachydreamxx for cheer and @cluelesspigeons for beta reading 💜 Thank you the mods for this year ❤️

Rated: Mature

Pairing: Drarry

Word count: 2840

Summary: In a world where you only start to see colours when you interact with your soulmate, everything turned back to shades of grey for Draco during the final battle. Until Potter and Luna show up to defend him during his trial.

Tags: Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, HP Soulmate fest 2023, Drarry, black and white vs colours soulmates trope, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy Redemption, POV Draco Malfoy, Friendship, new start, Character Development, Developing Relationship, Developing Friendships, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Pre-Slash, Pre-Relationship, Court, court sitting, Mention of Death, mention of dying, Hopeful Ending, Angst with a Hopeful Ending, Sad with a Hopeful Ending

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[manixzen]

Plants, Pollen, and Pining

by manixzen

Written for @hpkinktober, Day 7 (Sex Pollen)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: E Word Counter: ~3300

Summary: Normally, it would be fairly disturbing to be covered with pollen that should cause Harry to be overwhelmingly attracted to the first person he sees. But he has bigger issues, like the fact that the potion hasn’t affected him one bit.

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💞 [FIC] Expiration of a Summer's Rose 💞

Title: Expiration of a Summer's Rose

Giftee: @quackquackcey

Author: ???

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Prompt #: 1

Word Count: 60,024

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hanahaki related body horror, chronic illness, alcohol

Notes: Thank you to my alpha, beta, and cheer readers for their invaluable help: AL, RR, AM, SQ, HF, and TB

Summary:

Draco returns to England ten years after the war. Many things are different, but Harry is the same. But what does Harry have to do with Draco's compelling new interest in botany? After an unexpected event disrupts the life Draco has built for himself, he slowly finds out. A hanahaki case fic

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[hp-soulmates]

💞 [FIC] Expiration of a Summer's Rose 💞

Title: Expiration of a Summer's Rose

Giftee: @quackquackcey

Author: ???

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Prompt #: 1

Word Count: 60,024

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Hanahaki related body horror, chronic illness, alcohol

Notes: Thank you to my alpha, beta, and cheer readers for their invaluable help: AL, RR, AM, SQ, HF, and TB

Summary:

Draco returns to England ten years after the war. Many things are different, but Harry is the same. But what does Harry have to do with Draco's compelling new interest in botany? After an unexpected event disrupts the life Draco has built for himself, he slowly finds out. A hanahaki case fic

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💞 [ART] The Petals Within Me 💞

Title: The Petals Within Me

Author: ???

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Prompt #: 1 - Hanahaki

Art Medium: Digital Art, Procreate

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Breath Play (just in case)

Notes: This was so much fun <3

Summary:

The fine lines between love and lust, passion and possession, the want with the distrust.

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[hp-soulmates]

💞 [ART] The Petals Within Me 💞

Title: The Petals Within Me

Author: ???

Ship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Prompt #: 1 - Hanahaki

Art Medium: Digital Art, Procreate

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Breath Play (just in case)

Notes: This was so much fun <3

Summary:

The fine lines between love and lust, passion and possession, the want with the distrust.

View on AO3!