[fluffyunderneath]

Talk To Me In French | Drarry | E | 64.5k

Summary: Harry is full of confidence as he enters the French Ministry on a sunny June morning. He's prepared for this meeting. Overprepared, in fact. Ready for any question they can throw at him. Primed for success.

But as it turns out, there’s one thing Harry couldn’t prepare for: his interpreter. The person assigned to whisper in his ear all week; the distractingly sexy bastard with a smirking mouth and clever tongue.

Apparently, Harry's mission this week isn't just to bring the Quidditch World Cup home to England; it's to do it without falling in love with Draco bloody Malfoy.

Or

Harry falls in love in Paris.

Contains: Polyglot Artist Draco, Charming Harry, Parisian Vibes, Smut, Smoking, A Scene From Titanic, A Garish England Tie, The Louvre, Flavoured Arseholes, Falling in Love.

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Massive thank yous to @upon-poppyhills, @yellowfork, @its-the-allure and the @hd-wireless mods for making this happen 💙🤍❤️

[machvik1]

can you please! Please! Draw Harry being pinned down, and kissed senseless.....

Omg you’re my first ask!! I got really excited to see the notif! As you wish! 🙂‍↕️💙 I hope you like them anon, sorry if it’s a little rushed

I’m including a bonus drawing I did last year ⬇️

[morihuori]

[coppercatbird]

Chapter 2 of A Game Well Played

Pranks and workplace flirting and a charity gala (which will be important to the plot, so stay tuned for more!)—oh my!

Read Chapter 2: The Offices of Weasley, Malfoy, Patterson, & Potter now or, if you missed it, start with the Prologue.

A snippet from Draco's office shenanigans:

“I just got an owl from the Memory, Neuropathy, and Dementia Support League,” he began, and Draco stifled his grin, leaning forwards and giving Harry a little nod of interest, “about their annual fundraising gala.”

“What a delight,” Draco said. “I do know how you love galas.”

Harry continued to glare. “They thanked me,” he continued, “for my offer to match all the donations they receive this month.”

“This month, really! Why, I do believe that it’s their pledge month. An offer to match their donations is generous indeed. You never told me you were doing that.”

“I couldn’t help but notice that they mentioned that you were also matching donations this month.”

“As it happens, I am,” Draco said, leaning back with his cup and lifting both his feet onto his desk, crossing them at the ankle. “I happen to care deeply about the work of MEND, as I’m sure you are aware.  Dark magic does have such terrible lasting effects, you know, and I match their pledge month donations every year.”

Draco waited to see if Harry would continue to tiptoe around the issue or if he would manage to ask him outright. It was always the same, no matter the subject. Harry knew that Draco would always tell the truth when asked a question directly. Draco knew that Harry couldn’t handle healthy communication if his life quite literally depended on it (such was the origin of their first shag, after all). Sometimes, Draco thought these little exercises were as good for Harry’s psycho-social development (and wouldn’t his mind healer be proud of Draco for encouraging someone else to improve their psycho-social development) as they were entertaining for Draco.

Harry sighed. “Draco…”

“Harry…” Draco’s tone was just shy of mocking.

“I didn’t volunteer to match those donations, you know.”

Draco raised his eyebrows over his tea. “Didn’t you? Well, what a terribly awkward mistake. Are you here to ask my advice? I suppose you’ll need to owl Vivien and tell her she was in error. I’m sure she’ll be graceful about it; after all, she’s quite practised at—”

“Obviously I’m not going to do that. I’d just … really rather like to select my own charitable donations in the future, if you know what I mean.”

Draco watched Harry for a long moment. Harry stared back, clearly trying not to fidget. Finally, Draco dropped his legs from his desk. “I’ll tell you what, Harry. Since I have, you know, basically endless amounts of money—” Harry rolled his eyes “—you tell me where you were hoping to donate those funds, and I’ll ensure that whatever charity you wish to support receives an anonymous donation in that amount. Or I can donate in your name, if you’re so crass as to want to be publicly feted for your wealth.”

Harry glowered; Draco smiled brightly.

This time, it was Harry who folded. “Fine. The House-Elf Liberation League. Put your name on the donation, you tosser.”

Draco smiled wider. “It’s as good as done. HELL will be pleased. There—problem solved! Everybody’s happy!”

“I’m not happy, Draco.”

[jungeatheart]

I recommend everyone to read this. It's a masterpiece, trust me! So, so funny!! A friendly war of pranks, what could possibly go wrong??? 😆😅

[jungeatheart]

My silly, newly-turned-baby-vamp-Harry fic is complete! It started out as a present for @fluffyunderneath, and I wanted it to be good. So, I did a proper outline, got some help from plotwhisper @dodgerkedavra, and cheered on so hard by @upon-poppyhills, @lettersbyelise and @angeldog5 that I’ve been aggressively supported into finishing it, haha. (Love you guys). The story falls into the crack-treated-serious category. It includes some visual elements throughout, and also this lovely art you see here by @nsasquith.

It has been really fun to write, and honestly, a large part of my motivation might have been sneaking in puns wherever they fit into this fang fiction. (Sorry, not sorry).

Summary:

Harry had never been good at living. How could anyone really expect him to be, with his upbringing? It didn’t really scream functional adult. So it wasn’t a surprise that he sucked at being a vampire. The surprise was the level of sucking. Or, more accurate, lack thereof.

Oh, and yes, you can read it here.

[angeldog5]

when the light catches a fish's scales

1000 words | prompt: two ghosts | tw: blood, light gore, MCD (but HEA(hurtful HEA??), but MCD), NSFW | @drarrymicrofic

You never expect a gun because magic is beautiful. Wix, even dark ones, understand this on an innate level: they're magic first, criminal second. But flying through the catacombs of Paris, heart pumping, adrenaline like froth, high enough to taste—to Harry it tastes like joy—the man in front of him turns. He aims for Harry and hits Draco. 

Everyone stops. The shooter, the witness and the one shot. Spells do not do what small pieces of metal can. Draco is spread like a flower on the ground. He dies in silence. In death, he is very red. 

.

Draco's funeral brings about the most beautiful weather in the world. Everyone wears black in wells of sunlight. Harry has not slept since Draco died so the sight of his ghost lounging atop its coffin he credits to delirious guilt and delirious grief. The ghost is nude and translucent. The substance inside him moves like water. Columns of sunshine sink and distort and dance through internal current. 

Once the burial rights are complete, Draco begins dissipating. His thighs are fat against the wood of the coffin. He leans his head back, sunbathing. His soft cock jostles atop his large testicles, pretty like a minnow. 

Draco gets down from his coffin and goes to his mother. He takes her face in his hands; it is clear she cannot sense his presence. He presses their foreheads together, growing fainter by the moment. Releasing her, Draco curls through the crowd like steam. He stops when he reaches Harry, placing his hands on Harry's chest. They do not feel like real hands, but they do not feel like nothing. Harry plays dumb, afraid that if Draco realizes Harry can see him, he will not do whatever he is about to. 

"I'm sorry, Harry," Draco says. "I wanted to be the one who stayed."

"I wanted that too," Harry tells him.

Draco's eyes widen in shock. He is barely there, just motes of what spirit is left. Harry does not know if he pulls or if he steps forward. Draco, later, will claim the same. 

Somehow they move together, Draco's ghost inside Harry's body. 

.

The Malfoy's are very unhappy. They insist Harry is keeping Draco from his peace. Doesn't he deserve it? Narcissa weeps. Doesn't he deserve at least this? But it is not that Harry means to keep him. The last thing he wants is to be a cage. 

Draco's ghost does not make itself well known. The only evidence of him at all is that sometimes their merge is imperfect: when Harry wraps his hands around a mug of tea, Draco's fingers will emerge over Harry's a half second too late. The haunting is an afterimage, a breath out of sync. 

Harry agrees to the exorcism. He Occludes on the days leading up. 

When the ritual has been prepared and the spells are about to be spoken Harry feels a sensation in his throat; something is there. 

His mouth moves on its own. "Don't make me go." 

The Malfoys look upon Harry in horror. Harry stops Occluding, and passes out. 

.

After this, Draco grows stronger. He speaks using Harry's voice, but keeps his posh accent. He has opinions about Harry's clothes. He has opinions about Harry's cases. Together, they catch the man who shot him. Harry casts stupefy and sees Draco's fingers flow through his own. 

Harry's body grows into the ghost. His veins make channels, his bones make hooks. Harry has room enough inside him; there were always things missing. 

In the night Harry brings his hand to his lips and waits for Draco to kiss the heel of his palm. 

It's weird, but it isn't bad.

.

"Tell me again," Draco says, thumb digging into Harry's arch. "Tell me again how my cock looked like a fish." 

Harry groans, the tension bleeding from his feet. "I didn't mean a fish," Harry says. "I meant when the light catches a fish's scales." 

"That makes it so much better."

"It does!" Harry laughs. "It does make it so much better. So, so much better." 

With Harry's hands, Draco starts on his other foot. 

"You're drooling," he says, pushing Harry's tongue through the spit behind his lip. "I'm making you drool." 

Harry lets his eyes drift close. "You're good at this.” 

They're sitting on a hill in Wiltshire, lost on the Manor's infinite grounds. Draco's made them a picnic with sandwiches and strawberries.

"I was missing the clover," he says, looking over it all.

.

Ron and Hermione get married, and Harry gets drunk. Draco gives a speech that makes everyone cry. 

"Should we get married too?" Harry asks in the dark of their hotel room, hands laced together.

Draco rubs his thumb over Harry's knuckles. "I think it'd be too awkward." 

"Who gives a t–toss?" 

Their breath catches as Draco's thumb moves across Harry's nipple. The waves crash on the shore outside; Harry thinks it is the sound of Draco's breath. Secretly, Harry thinks it's the whole world that he haunts. Draco smooths their palms down Harry's sides. Their body writhes, pulling and pushing. Harry gets hard and Draco's prick ghosts its outline. Draco gets wetter, always, his wet evanesces so, stupidly beautifully. Their hands, both, work, bring spit from Harry's lips, drag callous over velvet. I am you, Draco whispers. You are me. I am we.

"Fuck me," Harry chokes. "Oh god fucking fuck me." 

Their hands work faster. Harry imagines Draco, imagines Draco's prick smearing shadow on the tendons of Harry's neck. 

"Fuck me, Draco, come inside me." 

"Never let me go," one of them says.

Their back aches, belly heats, and they come unearthly substance messily over their hands, chests heaving, waves breaking, life digging in, life going on and on.

.

In the morning, Harry packs up the car. 

Draco drives them home along the coast; he likes driving. Harry likes it because Draco likes it. Likes the feel of his smile. 

The sky is a skein of clouds, a sea of interwoven ghosts. 

Harry rolls the window down to let them in.

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[iggygiraffe]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83118036

For Fandom Trumps Hate I had the great pleasure of recording @coppercatbird 's hot and hilarious drarry fic.

Thank you to @fluffyunderneath choosing my auction and fly the brilliant choice of story ❤️

This is my first year participating in FTH, and I love the idea of fandom love doing good outside our own bubble 🥰

[supmilger]

Like sunshine and moonlight

[nsasquith]

When @jungeatheart asks for a drawing, who am I to deny the beautiful soul that she is?

BITE ME

Harry had never been good at living. How could anyone really expect him to be, with his upbringing? It didn’t really scream functional adult. So it wasn’t a surprise that he sucked at being a vampire. The surprise was the level of sucking.

Or, more accurate, lack thereof.

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Or else

[draykray]

Sketches and HR violations over on Patreon <3

[sits-bound]

Bound: The Devoted Gentleman by @fluffyunderneath

This is one of those fics that I loved so much that I knew I was going to bind it as soon as I finished it. Especially since I'd recently created a typeset for Persuasion that I knew would work perfectly for this fic.

Some new techniques I used for this bind:

First time I did a cutout on the cover. I wanted to have it peek through the end papers but I just could not figure out how to do it. So I decided to mount the art on the backside of the cover and then hide it behind the endpapers.

First time I speckled the edges! It's not nearly as messy as I thought it'd be, but I do have an extreme aversion to the texture of toothbrush bristles, so I had to be a grown up and get over it, because it is the easiest way to do these.

The endpapers on my bind were made by my beautiful and lovely friend @maleekamolscreates, and the ones I used for Fluffy's bind are my beloved Ink Drops cardstock.

I used white HTV for the lettering on my copy, but silver on the author copy (which now I wish I'd used on mine, but no big deal.)

The gorgeous art was made by @substellaris, commissioned by @upon-poppyhills.

I'm super happy about this bind, but the best part is that I didn't accidentally title it "The Distinguished Gentleman" like my brain really really wanted me to.

[angeldog5]

the storm

1250 words | prompt: weak | @drarrymicrofic |

The clouds are dark in their dense centers and faint on their edges where light shines through the yellow of a sea change, mixing with blue and becoming green as an emerald sunken down to the ocean floor. Harry’s never seen a sky quite like it. The only thing he has to compare it to is Sirius—well, not Sirius himself but Sirius-the-grim, who looked like he meant something even just burying bones in the yard. Omens probably don’t know they’re omens, Harry thinks. Probably they’re just trying to get by like the rest of us.

Harry hurries in from the pitch. The air is growing dark, and the wind is picking up, and he knows a bad storm when he sees one coming from all sides. He’ll say that much for himself.

The Cursebreakers finally beat the Aurors—an unlikely goal realized at last. To his team's dismay, Harry begs off celebratory drinks. He tears out the locker room like a bat out of hell, which is how he does most things now: frantic and furious and speeding on tissue-paper wings.

The little trees have just begun. They’re brand-new green. No nicks or marks, barely any bark. Nothing bad has ever happened to these things and it hurts to look at them because of this. They are accidental saplings. The seeds floated in from somewhere and took root in a row outside the Manor, with it’s cursed earth, where nothing should be growing at all, but they did grow, and they are—all the way up to Harry’s waist so far.

It was Harry’s job to curse the ground of Malfoy Manor. Dark magic had bled down into the soil, and there had been some concern it would join the water cycle, and you couldn’t have dark magic raining down on Wiltshire, you just couldn’t, and sometimes the best way to break a curse is another curse, so Harry and Bill had been dispatched.

They cursed the ground beneath the invisible face of the new moon.

The magic was orange, which made Harry uneasy for a reason he couldn't identify. It just seemed the wrong color. Then again, it was a wrong kind of curse.

Half a year in, Harry had come back alone to check on progress. He’d expected the deadness of the grass and the trees and the roses—the manor naked and alone—but what he had not expected was the way in which it all had died.

Everything living had turned to ash.

He’d trudged through the slightly shimmering sea, kicking through miniature dunes, taking readings at various points.

It was in the back, beside a greenhouse whose panes had been coated opaque by ash from within, that Harry found the trees.

They were, by default, cursed. They had to be. And they should not have grown. “Impossible,” was what Harry had to say, though clearly they were not.

He should have ripped them from the ground. That is what Bill would have done, what any cursebreaker would do, but Harry had not. He looked at the three saplings rising up from an ocean of ash, covered in it, though with bits and pieces of green showing through, and knew that he could not kill the trees.

They didn't look evil at all, they had just looked new.

Harry apparates to Wiltshire with a crack subsumed by thunder. There’s barely magic left in Malfoy Manor; the gates admit him easily, and Harry starts to jog.

Though the air is crazed with ash, Harry makes out a figure tying down the saplings. One sapling is already wrapped in burlap. The man is standing on a second piece of burlap and wrestling with a third, which keeps catching in the wind—swelling to the point Harry thinks the man might take flight—then flagging violently.

Harry grabs onto the coarse burlap and together they tug it down around the tree. The wind howls and the air vibrates and the sky makes noise like it means to crack open. Harry doesn’t speak. He sees the man’s pale knuckles creased with ash, and he does not look up. Once the second sapling is secured, they start on the third.

The storm descends when Harry is cinching a zip tie around the burlap wadded at the thin base of the trunk. Rain falls in great, stinging sheets, like angels are emptying buckets of water. Lightning strikes close by and the thunder is so loud that Harry thinks perhaps it is he who has been struck. In that blinding haze, nothing feels real; the thunder seems to come from within.

Malfoy grabs Harry by the wrist and yanks him toward the greenhouse. It takes both of their shoulders to force the door closed against the whipping wind and rain. The greenhouse is dark inside, the green that had grown wild inside it turned to ash.

Harry watches Malfoy’s hands, blurred and luminous in the half-light, because the thought of seeing his face produces unexpected pain. Though they couldn’t have been in the rain for more than a minute, he and Malfoy are soaked to the bone. Malfoy’s cuffs drip water burrowing into the ash.

“They’re not weak,” Malfoy says. Harry’s eyes snap up at the sound of his voice. It’s different. Surely it had changed but maybe Harry’s memory had also changed it. His voice is deeper than Harry would’ve said, like maybe Malfoy is good at singing. He looks like shit. Thin, hair pasty with ash, he’s got a canine tooth broken off at the tip, emphasizing the pointiness of the one still intact. Malfoy bites his lips, it seems, and his nails—all to pieces. “They’re not weak,” he repeats.

Harry hasn’t seen him in more than a decade.

“What?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

“The trees aren’t,” Malfoy says. He wraps his arms around himself like burlap. “They would’ve been fine. The trunks still bend enough to withstand the wind.”

“Oh,” says Harry. “No.”

“No?” After all this time, Malfoy still sounds like he wants to pick a fight. But he sounds vulnerable too. Is that new or had Harry never noticed?

“No, they’re not weak.”

Malfoy bites his nail. “I know.”

“Well so do I.”

“Well.” Malfoy squeezes rain out of his hair. It’s to his shoulders now. He lowers himself to sit with his back against the wall. Harry copies him. “Good.”

A clap of thunder rattles the panes. Lightning flashes, illuminating the look on Malfoy’s face. Harry doesn’t understand the expression, but he knows it, somewhere deep down. He wants to ask where Malfoy’s been. Has he been living here? Did he watch from a window while Harry and Bill cursed his land?

“How long do you think this will last?” Harry says, of the storm.

Malfoy sniffs. He runs a hand through his hair, mussing it terribly. “A while,” he replies.

Harry rubs ash off the glass with an elbow and peers out. The clouds are bleeding darkness into the earth. Soon he won’t be able to make out Malfoy’s features, just his the vague paleness of his hands and throat and face.

“Yeah." Harry turns back to Malfoy. He doesn’t look the same at all, but Harry bets he still looks the same in the dark. “Then I guess we have a while.”

[renncandraw]

harry with antler tattoo hehehehhehe

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Whatever you think the full image is you're wrong :)

[timbersdeep]

making my debut on here 🤪🤪 i literally dont know how to use this app but i like hpdm sooo (this was a gladiator au i made a few months ago that i posted on twt ( im gonna slowly post my other drawings on here and make a small archive teehee))

[fandomtrumpshate]

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[lettersbyelise]

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A list of favorite Drarry fics for @silverlight-art!

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Dear @silverlight-art, welcome (back) to the Drarry fandom! Your ask about favorite Drarry fic recs got me thinking about mine, so here's a little list of my faves, as a welcome gift!

This list is by no means a comprehensive list of all the amazing fics that are out there! Friends and mutuals, feel free to reblog with your own favorites <3

My "classics:"

Reparations by Saras_Girl (and its sequel, Foundations) - E, 87K Why I rec: I love everything by this author, but the Foundations series has a special place in my heart for its Healer Harry and ex-addict-turned-addiction-counselor Draco and the heart-warming development of their relationship!

A Private Reason for This by Femme - E, 92K Why I rec: amazing case fic with the hottest, most nuanced older Drarry ever. This fic alone is responsible for half my Drarry kinks and headcanons (but I could rec anything by Femme without a second thought!)

dirtynumbangelboy by @magpiefngrl - E, 39K Why I rec: a wonderful fake dating fic, sexy, witty, and full of heart. Draco is so hot in this, and Harry is so gone for him (and vice versa)!

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks - E, 45K Why I rec: a foundational second-chance romance for me, and THE sex scene that simultaneously melted and rearranged my brain cells.

Chasing Dragons by the_sinking_ship - E, 99K Why I rec: TSS's writing is fire, and this fic is Exhibit A! Featuring Healer Draco and a dragon tamer Harry who's too hot for his own good (and Draco's)

Down A Hill At High Speed by Tepre - E, 21K Why I rec: Tepre is one of the most unique, beautiful voices in this fandom, and this little fic is the perfect example of what she can do: funny, hot, a little unhinged, until the underlying emotion kicks in and you can barely breathe from it. A masterpiece.

The Exhale by orphan_account - T, 7.5K Why I rec: Harry goes to therapy and Draco is his therapist. I just love(d) the author's writing, full of understated emotion.

Late Bloomers by thistle_verse - E, 13K Why I rec: a gorgeous, emotional Epilogue Compliant fic, where Harry and Draco get a chance to reconnect after their divorces.

Embers by @shiftylinguini - E, 41K Why I rec: THE A/B/O Drarry fic for me. Insanely hot, beautiful, tender. I re-read it regularly <3

Recent faves (2023-2026):

Within You Without You by @arminaa8 - E, 40K Why I rec: am I a sucker for depressed Harry and therapist Draco? Yes, yes I am. Despite the tags, this fic is so gentle and comforting. Loved it!

the long game series by @yellowfork - E, 13K + 46K Why I rec: insanely hot, perfect idiots-to-lovers series. Harry and Draco falling in love over sex without realizing it is like catnip to me, and every line of this series delivered!

Talk To Me in French by @fluffyunderneath - E, 65K Why I rec: it's all in the title, really. Harry goes to Paris, Draco speaks French, and the result is the sweetest, funniest, sexiest romcom!

if i could never give you peace by poisonivy206 - E, 17K Why I rec: gorgeous, poignant getting together fic where Harry and Draco are made to work together on a new Auror case.

I only want the ones i envy (I envy) by @porcelainheart3 - E, 14K Why I rec: I adore everything this author writes, and this fic is no exception. Hilarious, sexy, and emotional, feat. idiot fuckbuddies to lovers and a bit of a clothing kink.

Keep tag by @jungeatheart - T, 10K Why I rec: This fic is a RIOT. Imagine the Gryffindor and Slytherin gangs meeting up for a game of laser tag for Ron’s bachelor party and you’ll get the picture. So funny, and featuring a very unexpected (and sexy) kiss!

Definitely Maybe by @upon-poppyhills - E, 8K Why I rec: what could sex collar shenanigans even hotter? Years of pining, and Harry and Draco being 'forced' to share a bed for the night. Sooo hot and funny!

Of Antlers and Wings by @lexi-leckstar - G, 4K Why I rec: the 'Harry and Draco were friends before Hogwarts' fic I didn't know I needed. Gentle, wholesome and so heartwarming!

Say I'm The One You Want by @phoebe-delia - T, 697 words Why I rec: okay, maybe i'm not objective here because this little fic was a lovely unexpected gift, but I adored Draco's 1st person POV, laughed out loud so many times, and had to clutch my heart at the ending. The sweetest!

Last First Kiss by @sassy-cissa - E, 25K Why I rec: with a Curse Breaker Harry and a Draco who's hired to layer the protective charms Harry will need for his missions, this one was so funny and original, and featured one of my favorite house elves OC ever!

I'm probably forgetting so many others I loved, and will reblog with more soon!

[silverlight-art]

By the way, I’ve recently gotten into the Drarry ship again; I’ve always wanted to be able to draw them, but for a long time I didn’t like my style, and even ten years ago, I still couldn’t do it 🤣