(mortal) enemies to lovers

D R A R R Y || R E C S || RARE PAIRS request in the asks header art by @mina-logan

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He’s about to say “Good boy” any minute.

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By Any Other Name by dracognition (Rated E, 8,291 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Draco would like to say that when Potter barged into his office at nine-thirty in the morning, locked the door, and demanded, “Are you in love with me?”, he sneered back and said something quite clever and cutting along the lines of please, Potter, I know we’re not trying to kill each other anymore but I have the good sense and, more importantly, standards not to throw myself at you or maybe at least I see your ego hasn’t gotten any more tolerable since school.

What he said in reality, though, was, “What? I—what?” He tried again. “Have you gone completely mental?”

A botched love potion makes it so that everyone in Harry's vicinity is madly in love with him—everyone except Draco, that is.

“You should probably tell Weasel his wife’s madly in love with you,” he suggested. “Gryffindor chivalry and everything. Though trying to woo her husband’s best friend is rather Slytherin of her; I’m impressed.” “Don’t call Ron that,” said Potter automatically, and then, darkly, “and I would if he hadn’t written me a sonnet this morning.” Draco leaned forward, fascinated. “He doesn’t even work here—how’d he do that so fast?” he asked, then: “Wait, no, answer this first. Was it any good?” He paused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. “I always thought he might have a talent for something artsy, you know. He seems like the type. I would’ve told him, but my undying hatred of your ilk took precedence; I’m sure you understand.”

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Blueprints for a Dream by Frayach (Rated E, 24,364 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Harry breaks Draco’s heart, but that doesn’t mean Draco’s going to let him go without a fight.

Harry kissed him on a Sunday. He remembers this because the seventeen bells of All Hollows-By-The-River were ringing, and he hadn’t heard Harry say “I want to kiss you” before he did. Their noses bumped, and Harry laughed nervously. Draco remembers because he’d never heard Harry sound nervous before, and it reminded him how much he wanted to see Harry without his glasses – which would also be a first. He was hungry for firsts. He was hungry for Harry, and they kissed for a long time as the blowing leaves gathered around their ankles.

[darkomillefeuille]

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Mistakes by sebastianL (Rated E, 148,642 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Professor Neville Longbottom is on the verge of becoming Head of Gryffindor. If he has a summer fling before that happens, it won't affect anything that comes after, right?

Right?

A story about the road not traveled, refusing to bow down to dark forces, and finally learning that no one should ever underestimate Neville Longbottom.

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Embers by @shiftylinguini (Rated E, 41,216 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Werewolf Alphas aren't meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago.

He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice.

Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter.

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hp rare pair rec (Ron/Cormac)

Anything Good? by anonymous (Rated E, 5,893)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s not gay if you keep your socks on…

It became a thing. It wasn’t like it was regularly scheduled. They certainly never pencilled it in. It just so happened that every so often, Cormac would start watching a film late at night, and Ron would wander in, nod at the telly, and say, “Anything good?”

[crazytom666]

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DRACO MALFOY IS A FILTHY SLAG BOTTOM! by pixiedunhoff (Rated E, 6,996 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

See the title. Harry has a bewildered and stupidhorny breakdown over it.

“What’s a bottom mean in this context?” Ron was the one to ask the question Harry shared. Both boys reflexively turned towards Hermione, since she had the largest vocabulary, and Harry saw that her cheeks had taken on a crimson tinge.

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You Were Crushed (Just Like Me) by firethesound (Rated E, 4,964 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Something finally comes of Harry's embarrassing crush on Malfoy. (Well, two somethings. Someones. Whatever. Also all of Harry's friends are terrible.)

Harry had always been afraid to think on it in too much detail. A part of him still sort of hoped one day he’d wake up and find that this ridiculous infatuation will have run its course. The last thing he wanted to do was encourage it by engaging time with pointless what ifs. Hermione returned from the toilet just then, looked at Ron, looked at Harry, looked at Ron again, and sighed. “What did I miss?” “We’ve got a Code Blond,” Ron told her, and Harry scowled.

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Pancake Sugar by @shiftylinguini (Rated T, 5,609 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The party hasn't been entirely shit. Draco did just fucking kiss Potter. In a wardrobe, for exactly 7 minutes (2 minutes awkward silence, 5 minutes mashed faces, if Draco had to itemise).

Draco tripped on a shoe on his way out. Harry followed him, one hand up as he wiped his mouth with the other as if to say, Look, we did it, it's done, the game has been played, to applause and jeers from the peanut gallery. Draco went along, wobbly and kiss-drunk and just plain old regular drunk too. It wasn't bad, and despite the knee-jerk fear that this was a set up to humiliate him, pig's blood pending, the faces sitting in a circle in the bedroom were smiling, preoccupied with things that weren't him. Flushed and drunk and just happy it's Friday, happy they finished uni or their work week, happy for tonight even if they aren't the rest of the time. Draco itemises again: he goes in the last group. He's miserable, he's redoing his final year of school, he hasn't had a haircut in months. But tonight is alright.

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Well Played by @moonflower-rose (Rated E, 12,729 words)

Draco just wanted to play some quidditch. And he was going to drag the entire Ministry along with him if he had to.

In France they’d just called it quidditch like everyone else in the world did, only with a sexy French inflection. But Draco had realised early on that the Ministry couldn’t resist a stupid acronym and a titillating one was even better. The right diminutive would have the idea spreading from the dungeon courtrooms right up to the Minister’s office in record time. They didn’t need to know that it hadn’t been called quidditch interministeriel du ministere in France, that the name was a purely Malfoy fabrication. He wasn’t convinced it made grammatical sense and he wasn’t about to ask anyone for help with the translation. What it boiled down to was that Draco said it was QuIM, so it was QuIM. It had to be QuIM, he was sure of it. QuIM was the lynchpin. QuIM was the hook that would draw the whole Ministry in.

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Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (Rated E, 5,558 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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.

While they wait to order, Harry drops his arm from Draco’s waist. “He seemed alright,” Draco says, his voice neutral. “He was hitting on you,” Harry replies, shorter than he means to. The flush on Draco’s face darkens and he scrunches up his nose. “Was he?” he asks lightly. Harry just grunts in response, and downs half his pint when it arrives.

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Standing in the Way by @tackytigerfic (Rated E, 12,345)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Weasley sent his Patronus to Hogwarts. The little terrier leapt frantically down the Great Hall, threading through the tables until it reached the Headmistress, panting, tongue lolling.

Even the children knew there was something very wrong, Edward Lupin sitting up straight at the Hufflepuff table as the Patronus began to convey its message. Attack on the Ministry… wards falling… act of terrorism… magical traces…. Weasley’s voice rang out, calm as anything, nothing but the essential information.

And then, as the charm began to waver and flicker, its sound distorted like a Wireless going out of tune, his final warning. No magic, no brooms, stay where you are. I repeat, no magic—

They’re too late, they both know it just from the smell in the air, but they unstrap their seatbelts and get out anyway, Potter jumping the low stone wall, Draco at his heels. The Cavern is ablaze. Smoke curls poisonous out of the gaping entrance; the trees that overhang are lit up like beacons, radiating dangerous heat. It’s lucky that the weather is so bad, otherwise the rest of the vegetation might have gone up too. It’s the waste that seems so hard to tolerate, and the cruelty of the destruction—all that wizarding space underground, the city built into the caves, the ornate buildings, the statuary, the miles of steps carved into rock, the charmed candles twinkling in many thousands of windows, bringing light to the darkness. It had been a triumph of magical engineering, a home to the largest magical settlement outside of London and Hogsmeade. And now it’s gone.

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A Time, Dark and Divine by @moonflower-rose (Rated E, 17,023 words)

“Harry. Please. You know I wouldn’t ever… I wouldn’t do anything…”

“You’re going to have to be quiet for me,” Harry whispers. “You don’t want to wake him up.”

On a humid night in Portugal, Draco Malfoy opens a door that Ron had thought long closed.

“Closed things can always be reopened.” Like her thighs. He stepped forward into her personal space and ran his knuckles over the bare skin of her forearm. Her skin pebbled immediately. “Anything you’d like to reopen, Hermione?” “Ron,” she said softly, licking her lips. “Listen to me. Harry loves Malfoy. And he loves you too, but you two—” “You don’t need to worry about Harry and me.” She shook her head, smiling sardonically. “That has never been true. I’ve always had to worry about you, both of you. I don’t want to see this implode and I’d hate to see you hurt.” Ron clenched his jaw and took her hand. “I know what I’m doing. I know what they’re doing. I’m not blind, Hermione.” He gave her a little smile, squeezed her hand. “Who’s the master chess player, anyway?” “Malfoy.” “I’m better.” She laughed, half a sigh. “Oh, Ron. Please don’t fuck up your life because you’re jealous of Malfoy.”

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Sun Thief by @floydig (Rated E, 28,224 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs.

Or: Harry beats up a pimp and isn’t sorry about it, Draco deals black market potions, and they’re shagging. Again.

“Right. Makes sense,” Ron says, nodding seriously. “So,” he continues, a sly smile making its way onto his face, “is the sex any good?” “Fucking fantastic,” Harry says, inhaling some more smoke and letting it out slow. Ron takes the last drag and stubs it out on an ashtray. “Does he do anything weird?” he asks, “like call you daddy in bed?” He lights up another one and starts cackling. “Or, since it’s Malfoy, he’d probably say ‘father’ instead.”

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In Our Blood by secretsalex (Rated E, 37,856 words)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Draco is an accomplished pure-blood curse breaker, and Harry is tasked with accompanying him on his latest job—cleaning up the Van Boer mansion, which has been under a devastating fertility curse for seven generations.

“You're the fucking expert. How do you get rid of ghost babies?" Potter looks slightly put out to even be having to ask the question. "How should I know? You shouldn't have ghost babies if you're not prepared to care for them, Potter.”