Will Do So Gently | 138k | E | Muggle AU
Following a coup organised by Voldemort, England's society collapses. Initial attempts by the government to regain power are thwarted by Death Eaters, and a rebellion group called âThe Orderâ forms to fight against them. The country divides, people flee, and those left are trying their best to survive.
Quiet Enough for the Soul to Speak | 56k | M | Magical Universe
After years of struggling alone as his wife loses the battle with her illness, Draco finds himself and his young son caught in a storm, forced to seek out the help of someone most unlikely to give it. He doesnât realise until years later that he was spared from more than just the rain.
Which Way Home? | 59k | E
Draco is transported through space and time when he accidentally touches an object deep in the vaults at Gringotts. He appears twenty years in the future at Harry Potter's doorstep, realising that nobody knows who he is, and that his wand was useless. No money, no magic, and no idea how he got there, he relentlessly pursues Harry's help until Harry, unwillingly, gives in. As they traverse the lands of Scotland, the hills of Wiltshire, searching for answers, they become closer, and when Draco finds a way back, he can't decide which way is home.
Tincture | 61k | M | Magical Universe
What if the Philosopher's Stone had never been destroyed? Hidden in the deepest part of the Department of Mysteries, it remained a secret for decades, until the life of Harry Potter was thrown into jeopardy. Draco is the only one with the knowledge to save him.
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Magical Universe (smut)
Meet Me in the Middle | 2.3k | E
Harry and Draco show up to an anonymous orgy and recognize each other. Even while getting their brains fucked out by different people they canât help but stare at each other. They draw together in a crowded room.
What's Missing? | 3.6k | E
Harry and Draco are married to other people but meet secretly to fuck.
Anything For You | 2.7k | E
What do you do if you have a serious daddy kink but your partner is the same age as you? Use magic to age yourself down, of course!
Unsightly Hours | 3.2k | E
Harry and Draco are bold on the phone, but in real life, can Harry follow through?
How To Admit You Have a Kink | 16k | E
Harry and Draco discover their kinks throughout the years as their relationship develops.
Power Holder | 1.4k | E
Harry and Draco have fun on the job with the use of a silent, vibrating dildo and a paired sleeve during a very important work meeting.
Pieces Of Me | 88k | E
Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have never been friends. After finding themselves isolated from others due to their own specific problems, they somehow connect. While Harry ignores his issues with addiction, and Draco disguises just how horrible his relationship is, a friendship blooms between them. Draco must choose between the life he's known for the past five years with Cormac McLaggen, or the life that Harry offers him, and the consequences that follow.
With and Without You | 117k | E
Harry and Draco realize that theyâve been living in the same building for the past five years, hiding from the Wizarding world in Muggle London for a variety of reasons. They grow unexpectedly close and Harry realizes that Dracoâs relationship with his boyfriend is abusive, spiraling as he tries and fails to figure out how to help. In Harryâs rejection of the Wizarding world in general, he has fallen out of touch with his friends and his magical abilities, but has to reconnect with both in order to find himself again.
One Of Your Girls | 37k | E
Harry and Draco are auror trainees, fighting for the top few spots in the program. By accident, Harry discovers a secret and twisted relationship between Draco and Theodore Nott, and Harry's hero complex can't resist making an appearance.
Nonymity | 11k | E
Anonymity and Harry Potter rarely went hand-in-hand. When he learned about a sex club that hid both the patron's and the sex workers' identities, he knew he had to try. Little did he know that the club had a dark secret.
Through His Eyes (I Am Set Free) | 134k | E
Harry and Draco have a telepathic connection that remains unexplained in both the Muggle and wizarding worlds. Draco is assigned a mission by Voldemort to locate and capture the Boy Who Lived-- the trouble is that they don't know anything about him. While Draco struggles to gather information on this mysteriously absent hero, he and Harry start communicating again for the first time since they were kids. Harry continues life as normal until he discovers information which compels him to abandon his ordinary Muggle life with the endeavor to rescue and emancipate his only friend-- even if that means bartering with his own life.
Scarhead | 123k | E
After five years of working in the Auror's Department at the Ministry of Magic, Draco and Harry get partnered up. A lot of inconsistencies are revealed to Harry, regarding the Ministry and the Minister himself, and he makes it his job to correct them. Meanwhile, it is now Harry and Draco's task to take down a massive Pure-Blood supremacist cult, with the help of a somewhat problematic ally on the inside.
Draco Sodding Malfoy | 250k | E
Harry finds Draco outside a pub and takes him back to his place, only to find out that Draco is in an abusive relationship. Harry invites Draco to stay until he can get back on his feet. They go to Draco's ex-boyfriends house, and come back with more than they bargained for.
Magical Universe (No smut)
Rescued | 21k | G
After the war, Harry struggles to cope. He hopes that taking humanity out of the picture will help.
I'm Here | 8k | E
Harry and Draco are caught on Kiss Cam at a Quidditch game. This would be fine, if they were friends and auror partners, or if the camera person weren't so damned stubborn.
Narcissus | 6k | G
Draco works up the courage to confront tattoo artist Harry Potter in hopes to get a cover-up on his dark mark. Will Harry accept him as a client?
The Doe Between Us | 11k | G
Draco's teaching career is taking off alongside his friendship with Harry Potter. The rain that had endured all of summer time turns to snow as the winter solstice comes nearer, and the two of them spend a few chilly nights in the Forbidden Forest.
Muggle AU's (Smut)
From Clouds To Rain | 107k | E
When Harry fills in as assistant to CEO of Malfoy Enterprises, Draco Malfoy, he learns to navigate the unfamiliar world of luxury while deciphering his new boss's challenging personality.
You Can Call Me Daddy | 37k | E
By chance, Harry finds Draco at a male strip club where he is working to scrape by on the bare minimum. Harry is immediately taken with him, his protective nature coming out, and he wants to give Draco everything that he needs. Draco has a difficult time accepting Harry's gifts and well-intentioned nature, but will he be able to let loose a little in order to gain a better life?
Strand's Seven Stars | 83k | E
Draco seeks out the help of a detective who is known for his discretion. Despite rocky introductions, Draco and the detective, Harry Potter, become friends as Draco is forced to share very personal information that reveals more about himself than he would have ever admitted to under any other circumstance. Fortunately, Harry is not only understanding of Draco's sexual preferences but encourages him to keep doing what he loves--perhaps with Harry himself.
Demons Run (When A Good Man Goes To War) | 124k | E
I need your help. Ordinarily, I wouldn't ask anyone to decipher life from my perspective, but I need you to understand the situation that I've found myself in. You need to see the events that led me here and have the clarity of mind that I lack because I am more lost than I have ever been, and I need saving. Help me, because I don't know how I got here, and I need to repair the damage I've done.
Good Housekeeping: A Guide by Draco Malfoy | 78k | E
The Malfoy family has been in the butlering industry for five generations, and Draco has learned a multitude of tips and tricks that qualify him to run his own team of household staff. What he doesn't expect is that the billionaire he'll be servicing takes a predilection for Draco that solicits activities far beyond the onus of a butler, and he has to choose between fighting for the career that he's been training for his whole life, or for the attention of the man who needs him.
Harry Potter the Part-Time Sugar Daddy | 65k | E
Draco has been alone for a long timeâ by choice, yes, but that doesnât make it less lonely. Over time he has convinced himself that itâs for the best, but this thought is threatened when he meets Harry Potter. After fighting his feelings and almost losing Harry in the process, Draco gives up and finally lets himself be loved.
In the Middle of the Night | 25k | E
Harry Potter had been straight for twenty-five years without complaint or reason to doubt his sexuality. After a conversation with his roommate Draco Malfoy, however, he begins to realize that there is a whole other world out there that he has yet to explore.
Muggle AU's (No smut)
Adult Skate | 12k | E
In the wake of his parent's deaths, Harry decides to pick up a new hobby to distract himself. He thinks it will be ice skating, but the rink offers him something much better.
Two Minute Warning | 12k | G
Sports show anchor Draco Malfoy spent the majority of his career traveling to different venues and cities. As he grew older, he realized his need to settle down, and did so in the middle of nowhere northern England where nothing ever happened. Except, of course, the unexpected.
Count On Me | 23k | G
University students Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy run into each other one day. Literally. On bikes. After that, they can't get away from each other, no matter how hard they try. And then, it seems, they might not want to.
Play Me Like Your Favorite Song On Your Mother's Piano | 32k | G
As a child, Muggle Harry had often been reprimanded for playing the Dursley's piano. As an adult, he wants to learn, which is where he meets Draco Malfoy and his mother. Narcissa is a person who is living with cancer, and as Harry and Draco's relationship strengthens, she only gets weaker and eventually passes away. As the one who typically suffers from social anxiety, Harry must remain strong and be there for Draco when he needs him most. Will Draco allow Harry to take care of him in the aftermath of losing his mother?
Weasleyâs Burrow Ice Cream Parlour | 23k | G
Draco is a shy, struggling university student on his own in muggle London when he finds a new part-time job at an ice cream shop. Harry is a regular customer at the parlor and they hardly speak until his manager has to go on maternity leave. Little did they know that this is where they would find the truest love and stability that they had ever known.
I did just finish a 2025 wraps post but I cant resist a tag game HEHE
How many fics did you write this year?
53
How many words did you write this year?
764,697
Did you try anything new this year? (New fandom? New pairing? New language?)
PODFICCINGGG! I almost forgot I did that HAHA ^_^ learning how was TOUGHH I admire podficcers even more. I also did write a few new pairings!! But they're all anonymous works ^_^ that was fun!
Did you participate in any fests/events during the year?
I did fifteen fests last year!
Which is the funniest fic you have written this year?
I'd say W.A.N.K.ers was my funniest. First real attempt at a crack fic and I had a blast! ^_^
Which is the angstiest fic you have written this year?
This one was tough, but I think it has to be Will Do So Gently. I wrote a lot of angst this year, but this one has the most proportionally, I think!
Which is the steamiest fic you have written this year?
Oh dear. I'm going to have to drop my Kinkmeme tag in all its entirety for this one. Can't choose, but they're almost all smut!
Which is your most valuable writing lesson learned this year?
Finishing a fic is an accomplishment in itself, even if it isn't perfect or how I wanted it to turn out. I should remember that.
What do you look forward to writing next year?
I'm hoping to write a sequel to my fic Which Way Home! After participating in so many fests last year, I'm feeling a little burnt out so I think this time around I'll be writing mostly for me ^_^ <3 xx
Thanks for tagging meee!! I'm tagging @draykray @okay-sky @seetherelics @smugrobotics @the-invisibility-bloke @astralrainn @orolin-writes @izroan-ff and @angeldog5 and anyone else who wants do to this, consider yourself tagged and make sure you tag me so I can see it <3
Total Word Count: 765k
Total Fics Posted: 53
Total Fests: 15
Longest Fic: Will Do So Gently (138k)
Shortest Fic: Feeding Him (808 words)
Favourite Fic: Quiet Enough for the Soul to Speak (56k)
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Draco Tops Harry - Adult Skate (21k)
Lights Camera Drarry - Will Do So Gently (138k)
We <3 Draco - One Of Your Girls (37k)
Daddy Knows Best - From Clouds to Rain (106k)
Drarry Bingo - I'm Here (8k)
HP Hedonism - How To Admit You Have A Kink (16k)
HP Drizzle - Quiet Enough for the Soul to Speak (56k)
Voldemort wins. Harry runs. Draco is getting married.
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âYouâre a deplorable pervert, Blaise,â said Draco, holding a clipboard under his nose.Â
âFunny words from a man whoâs just told me to wank off in a closet.â He tapped his wand to sign. âAnd youâll send the paperwork to the club for me?âÂ
âAssuming your sample doesnât come back infested, yes.âÂ
âIâm clean. Everyone at the club isâthatâs the whole point of testing every four weeks.âÂ
âA month is a long time. Anything can happen. One rogue cock and the entire place goes down.âÂ
âKnow a lot about rogue cocks, do you, Malfoy?âÂ
âGo fuck yourself. Literally. Iâll give you five minutesâthough, knowing you, that might be a record.âÂ
âWould be faster if you helped me.âÂ
âThen, by all means, take your time,â Draco said, turning toward the door. âYouâre lucky I got this job. Your mum has shagged half the Healers in this ward aloneâtheyâd tell her all about your extracurriculars if you went to one of them.âÂ
âYes, yes, Iâm forever indebted to you for keeping my secrets. Not like youâre under oath or anything.âÂ
âIf the Dark Lord decides I am needed elsewhere, who will you go to?âÂ
âA Muggle testing centre. I just like it this way because you look good in green. It makes providing the sample much easier.âÂ
The heat that built in Dracoâs cheeks was against his will entirely, and he shot Blaise a glare as he opened the door.Â
âSee you next month, lech.âÂ
âThatâs no way to talk to your patients. Lucky I like you mean.âÂ
âAim better this time.âÂ
â â
His Mark burned halfway through lunch, and he choked down a swear, chugging his tea in the lift as he went toward the Floos. Once inside the Manor, he found Voldemortâs study, bowing low until he was noticed and addressed.Â
âAnyone admitted this week with memory loss, bring them to me,â Voldemort said, and Draco stared at a crack in the marble a few feet away.Â
âYes, my Lord,â he answered.Â
Then, head still bowed, he went toward the door in silence before his presence could become an annoyance. In the hallway, he could breathe again, allowing himself only a moment to rest against the wall before he went toward the Floo, knowing he was late for his next appointment.Â
âAs if youâre having that bad of a time,â Harry said, and Draco glanced at him over his shoulder before arranging the duvet neatly on the mattress.
âIâm fine,â Draco said, picking up Harryâs towel from the floor to hang on the broken bunkâs ladder. âAside from living with an absolute troll. Nice pick for your first wand core. Was that a family heirloom?â
Harry tried to shove him, but was laughing too hard, and ended up grabbing his arm instead as he buckled forward.
âShut upââ Harry said, and Draco huffed. âYouâre so dumb.â
âAm not. What kind of wood do you want for your wand? Now Iâve managed to make something decent enough, Alder will let me pick?â
Harry gave him a little push as he released Dracoâs arm, then squeezed his hands together, feeling hot.
âI dunno. Maple might be nice. Bet it tastes good.â
âTaste? Weâre not eating them.â
âNo, I know, but likeâŠyou know, when you hold a wand and you can taste it?â
Draco stared at him with a lifted brow, hands in his pockets.
âPotter, what in Merlin are you talking about? Youâre licking them? Did youâdid you lick my wand?â Harry struggled to hold in his laugh for approximately one second before he was doubled over, holding his stomach. âShut up! That is not what I meant!â
Harry tilted onto his side as Draco pushed him, curling into a ball, laughing so hard he felt delirious. The imagery was mad either wayâwhether it was Dracoâs real wand that he was licking orâor...his brain short-circuited as he pictured something else, and suddenly he didnât find it funny at all anymore. He let his laugh taper off, looked up at Dracoâs reddened face, his crossed arms.
âDid you?â Draco persisted.
Harry swallowed, feeling a bit sickâa bit sweatyâa bit too lost in his own mind to answer the question.
âNo,â Harry said as he sat up, wiping his forehead. âI just meant when you get a good grip on itââ a bubble of laughter threatened and his mouth quirked, but he tamed himself and leveled his voice. âYou can sort ofâŠtaste the flavour of the wood and the core.
Therapist Draco knows what to do if one of his clients falls for him. What are his options if he falls, too?
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The ascent to Mr Potterâs flat felt shorter than it had the last time. He set down his briefcase and kept on his shoes, as if that might remind him to leave. They stood in the low light, lingering in the sitting room.Â
âI already feel better,â Mr Potter murmured. âThank you for coming. We canâwe can just do the couch if thatâs more comfortable for you.âÂ
âWhichever you prefer. Iâm here for you,â Draco said, and Mr Potter ducked his head, hands shoved in his pockets as he started across the room, then paused.Â
âWould youâit might sound mad, but could I just tryâŠâ Mr Potter said, shoulders pointed toward the kitchenette, his face in darkness as he looked back toward Draco. âCan you stand here?â
The floor creaked madly as Draco approached, standing right where Mr Potter had stood as he moved away and backed up to the wall in the kitchen, between the refrigerator door and the oven.Â
âOkay,â Mr Potter said, exhaling a breath, his shoulders lowering. âCan you come closer?âÂ
Draco shook his head, realising his intention.
âI donât think this is a good idea. It could trigger youââ
âPlease. Iâm not scared at all, I swear.â Draco could see his face well in the light from the windowsâhis wide, honest eyes, his proud shoulders.Â
âAre you quite sure?â Draco asked, frowning at him.Â
âPositive.â
Slowly, Draco took a step. Then, at Mr Potterâs nod, he took another. His toes were lined up with the edge of the tile, hardly three steps away. Â
âAlright?â Draco asked, and Mr Potter nodded again.Â
âI feel fine. Heâhe came closer, though. About as tall as you are, but it felt like he was towering over me.âÂ
âShould I take another step?â Mr Potter nodded, so Draco did. He was in line with the front of the oven, the rest of the flat outside of his vision. All Draco could see was him.Â
âIâm fine,â Mr Potter huffed, his eyes glinting as he studied Dracoâs face. âOne more?âÂ
Draco held his breath and put his hands in his pockets as he took the last step, coming toe to toe with him, holding his gaze to measure his panic. Mr Potter exhaled as he leaned against the wall, his chin up, eyes calm.Â
âWhy arenât I afraid?â Mr Potter murmured. âIf itâs a phobia, shouldnât it be for everyone?âÂ
âNot necessarily,â Draco answered, hardly daring to breathe. âHe was a stranger.âÂ
âYou are too. A bit.âÂ
âYes, I suppose,â Draco said, his voice shaky, feeling the warmth of Mr Potterâs presenceâthe smell of his shampoo. âShould I step back now?âÂ
âI was waiting to see if I would panic,â Mr Potter said, looking at Dracoâs mouth. âI think youâre closer than he was. IâI shoved him away before he could get this far.â Draco nodded, hands in fists in his pockets, too aware of his own breathing now that he couldnât hold it in anymore. âAre you alright?â Mr Potter asked softly, his head lifting from where it had been resting against the wall. âYouâyouâre not claustrophobic, too, are you?âÂ
âNo,â Draco huffed, smiling at him. âIâIâm just worried. Donât want to induce panic. With such a recent traumatic eventâŠI thought this would be unhelpful.âÂ
âI feel fine. Great, even. Maybe because IâŠI could feel him behind me, you know? He justâŠcame out of nowhere. I asked you to do this, soâŠmaybe itâs different because of that.âÂ
âMaybe,â Draco said. âIâm not going to attack you, so donât ask.âÂ
Mr Potter laughed. âI wasnât going to,â he murmured, and Draco smiled, too. âShall we move to the bedroom?â
Dracoâs gaze fell to Mr Potterâs mouth, then he hung his head and stepped away, frowning to himself.Â
âAfter you,â Draco said, extending his hand toward the doorway.Â
After an incident at work, Harry is de-aged. Draco takes care of him in all the ways he knows how.
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Draco felt something brush his hand and stayed completely still. His heart pounded, but his eyes stayed locked on the telly. When soft fingers traced over his knuckles and the back of his hand, Draco schooled his expression and looked down, lifting a brow as he looked at Harry.Â
âUsually, you only hold my hand during horror films. Is the chance of rain that frightening?â Draco asked, feeling Harry circle his wrist, allowing his arm to be lifted.Â
He frowned as Harry kissed the back of his knuckles, deciding whether this was a joke, trying to take his hand away, but Harryâs grip was firm.Â
âWhat are you doing?â Draco asked, his entire attention drawn now, the telly forgotten. âLet me go.âÂ
Harry opened his eyes, holding Dracoâs gaze as he lowered Dracoâs hand to his lap. Even if Draco had wanted to, his disbelief about what Harry was doing stopped him from pulling away, and he let his palm open, feeling the hardness hidden beneath Harryâs cotton pyjamas.Â
âI want you,â Harry whispered, his hand flat against the back of Dracoâs, holding him down, his other an iron grip around Dracoâs wrist.Â
âNo, you donât,â Draco said at once, but he felt too weak to pull away. âYouâreâyouâreâit must be residual feelings from before the curse. Itâs not real.âÂ
Harry arched into his palm, holding Dracoâs gaze with half-shut eyes, the edge of a groan catching his breath as Dracoâs pulse thundered in his ears.Â
âYouâre telling me this isnât real?âÂ
âWe canât. IâIâm your guardianââÂ
âNot anymoreââÂ
âI swore Iâd take care of youâIâd protect youââ Draco struggled harder to pull his hand away, but Harry came with it, reaching into Dracoâs lap, his hand snaking below the blanket before Draco could stop it.Â
Draco has never had an orgasm because of pureblood magic. The morning of his thirtieth birthday, he intends to change that.
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He was halfway through wanking himself off when Harry burst through his door. He gasped, flattened his cock against his stomach as Harry landed on the bed, elbow narrowly missing his hip as he propped himself up and grinned.Â
âHappy Birthday to the worst housemate a guy could ask for,â Harry said, his ribcage crushing his cock to his heaving stomach. âYou look flushed. Heat on too high?âÂ
âNo, justâwarm sleeperââ Draco murmured, using his other hand to hold the duvet tight, making sure Harry couldnât yank it off him. âSince when donât you knock?âÂ
âSince we have plans! And youâre late! Come on, thereâs cake. Wellâthere will be. You know how cross Hermione gets when weâre late.âÂ
âCanât I sleep in on my own birthday? I didnât even want to do anything.âÂ
âToo bad. People care about you, thought youâd be used to it by now. Get dressed! No time for breakfast anymore,â Harry said as he got up, leaving the door open as he left.Â
Draco grit his teeth and shut his eyes, giving his cock an apologetic stroke, noticing it had gone soft with fright. He exhaled through his nose and pulled up the waistband on his boxers, hoping heâd find relief tonight in the shower.Â
Something is following Draco. It looks an awful lot like Harry Potter, but seeing as he's been dead for six years, Draco finds that highly unlikely.
Surprise second gift! Merry Christmas @draykray <3
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âDracoââ Harry called, crouched in the grass a few feet from the path. Draco stopped and glanced around them. The park was surprisingly empty for a Sunday afternoon.Â
âWhat is it?âÂ
Harry flailed his arm in a pathetic attempt to summon him over. Dracoâs lip curled in distaste, but he walked over anyway.Â
A kitten.
It was a mangy little thing: underfed and in desperate need of a bath, but its wild black fur was oddly charming in a familiar way. As Harry crouched over it, hair blowing wildly into his face, Draco couldnât help but grin at the matching pair.
âWatch this.â Harry said with a grin before gently patting the kitten on the head. A moment of silence occurred before the little thing meowed softly and arched into the touch. Harry continued to pet it, eyes blown wide. He gently picked up the kitten and sat back, letting it purr in his lap until Draco dropped down beside him.Â
âThis is not the reaction I was promised.â Cats tended to be a sore subject for Harry, given that anytime he tried to pet one they would short circuit and run away. Or so Draco had been told. He had yet to see it for himself and this was hardly riveting evidence of Harryâs effect on the things.Â
âThis has never happened beforeâŠIâve never been able toââ Harry breathed, eyes unmoving from the tiny little creature happily mewing under his touch. It was as if he was afraid it would disappear if he looked away for even a moment.Â
Draco attempted to prod him in the shoulder, but his fingers made no contact, sinking straight through and filling him with the same cold feeling as usual. Harry made a questioning sound and Draco shook the strange feeling off his hand. âOh, just checking something.âÂ
Harry finally turned, grinning the widest smile that Draco had ever seen on him and Draco sighed, âVery well.âÂ
The cat came home with them, bundled in Harryâs jacket like the precious cargo it was. It mewed loudly as they reached the apartment, and Draco drew it a warm bath in the sink. He made no effort to wrestle it from Harry and sat back, watching as Harryâs nimble fingers rubbed the shampoo through the kittenâs matted fur.Â
âWhat should we call him?â Harry asked, catching the towel Draco tossed over.Â
âI called my owl Ulysses so I wouldnât take suggestions from me,â Draco said.Â
Harry quirked an eyebrow. âThatâs a fine name.âÂ
âOh, I forgot. You named your owl âHedwig.â The poor thing is clearly doomed.âÂ
Harry rolled his eyes fondly and ran the towel over the kitten one last time for good measure. Cleaned and brushed, the likeness only grew between them. It was like a matching set.Â
âWhat about Quaffle?â Harry said, holding the kitten up to the light. It mewed indignantly.Â
âOh God, no.âÂ
âYâknow, like quidditch.âÂ
âYes, I understood.âÂ
âWell, letâs hear your great ideas,â Harry said, laying the kitten on his chest. It was at that moment, Draco realized the kitten had green eyes, and the choice was made up for him.Â
âHarold,â Draco said, leaning forward. âHarry and Harold.â He motioned to each in turn.Â
âThatâs ridiculous,â Harry said, but he didnât pitch any more names after that.Â
The anticipation was what he loved most. It kept him from thinking about workâabout what would happen when the weekend ended and he had to go back to the office. With Draco, he could think of nothing else but what Draco might have ready for him back at the flat. They always went to Dracoâsâto whatever ropes or binds or potions Draco had thought of.Â
Now, as if the anticipation of what would happen after dinner wasnât enough, Dracoâs socked foot was travelling up the inside of Harryâs leg beneath the tablecloth. Draco was talking about something normal like plants or potion ingredients, but Harry couldnât listen. His shoulders rose as Draco reached his inner thigh, breath holding as he pressed against the seat of Harryâs trousers. He was already hard. Had been all night. It was easy to hide behind his robes, but now Draco knew. Aside from the slight lift in his mouth as he spoke, he gave away nothing.Â
By the time their food arrived, Harry was trembling. His pants were damp where his cock had leaked, a permanent flush on his cheeks, embarrassed at how turned on he was becoming from Dracoâs foot. That, he supposed, and the thought of what would come next. He wanted to eat quickly, but feared the risk of choking and ate his steak slow bite by slow bite. He was seconds away from rutting against the pressure of Dracoâs foot just to get some relief. It felt like he was on fire, burning from the core out, sweat on his brow and upper lip and under his thick robes.Â
He should have known Draco would do this. It had been a long week with Harry staying late at the office every night, and though weeks like this had grown fewer the longer theyâd dated, any time it happened, Draco made sure Harry forgot all about it. He thought instead of what might be waiting for him at Dracoâs flatâhoped it was the satin rope that burned hot when Harry tried to escape it. It reminded him not to struggle.Â
âDessert?â their server asked as their plates were cleared.Â
âNo, thank you,â Harry said.Â
âYes, please,â Draco corrected, lifting his wineglass as his foot pressed firmly against Harryâs twitching cock. âChocolate cake and another one of these, if you will.âÂ
âYes, sir,â the server said, and Harry glared at Draco, gritting his teeth.Â
âYou know, thereâs a line between edging and torture, and youâre about to cross it,â Harry hissed.Â
Draco smiled as he tipped his glass and drank the last few dregs of wine.Â
Harry gave himself away by looking up. He couldnât help itâliked watching Draco drink, knowing what would come next. Their eyes met over the rim of his glass, and Draco finished it off, wiping at his mouth as he handled his knife.Â
âDinner is lovely as always,â Draco said calmly. Harryâs hands were flat on the tableâwaiting. âItâs been a while since we did this.âÂ
Harry didnât know if he meant the food or the drink. âFigured it was due.âÂ
âI agree. Will you tie me up this time?âÂ
âIâll let it be a surprise,â Harry said, seeing Dracoâs eyes go heavy.Â
His hand shot out to catch Dracoâs forehead as he slumped forward, making sure he didnât land in the remnants of his meal, getting up to straighten him. He was easy to liftâtall, but light. Harry never struggled. Dracoâs head lolled, and Harry paused to adjust him, cradling it on his shoulder, resting his cheek against Dracoâs forehead to keep it steady as he climbed the stairs. He lay Draco down on the edge of the bed, taking his time to shed his clothesâcareful where the cuffs always caught his wristsâon his flies as he undid them, easing his trousers and pants over his hips. He lay bare on the bed while Harry undressed himself, already hard, too eager for his own good.Â
With a flourish of his wand, ropes fastened to Dracoâs wrists. The ends stretched across the bed, curving over the edge to wrap all the way around. Harry put a pillow on the floor near where the ends of the ropes lay, then delicately turned Draco face down, dragging his lower half off the edge of the bed, landing his knees carefully on it. He pushed Dracoâs arms up, extending them all the way before he grabbed the rope and tugged, pulling them taught. Harry tied it to the handle they had affixed to the edge of the bed, then checked it wasnât too tight on his wrists.Â
[PODFIC] Quiet Enough for the Soul to Speak | 5 Hrs
After years of struggling alone as his wife loses the battle with her illness, Draco finds himself and his young son caught in a storm, forced to seek out the help of someone most unlikely to give it. He doesnât realise until years later that he was spared from more than just the rain.
Written and read for this beautiful art by my dear friend Draykray.
Merry Christmas @draykray!
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âMalfoy, genuinely, I fear for your hair follicles," Harry said.
âWho gives a fuck about my damn hair follicles! Iâm stranded in the middle of a storm, at a house that isnât mine, with someone who hates me while my child sleeps in the next room unknowing that his mother is slowly fading away from him even as I stand here, completely fucking useless because I havenât got my magic, and even if I did, I couldnât save her anymore than all the mediwixes on Earthâ!â his voice choked off and he turned around, hiding the emotion that had suddenly sprung up, pricking his eyes, quickening his breath. âI donât fucking care about my hair or my wet jumper or the blasted hair dryer, I justâ!âÂ
He exhaled all the breath in his lungs and inhaled with an audible note, covering his eyes with his hand as he tried to keep his feelings from overcoming him. His chin trembled, and he clenched his jaw, breathing through his nose, though his lungs burned, eyelashes damp. They stood there in silence as Draco pretended not to cry and hoped that Potter would allow him the courtesy of not asking questions.Â
The fire crackled in front of him, noisy, though the logs showed no sign of wear. Heâd forgotten what an enchanted fire looked like, after having no use for one for so longâunable to floo anywhere himself, and Astoria too unwell to travel. He jumped as he felt a hand on the front of his, looking down as Potter took the comb from his hand, then shut his eyes, reached up to wipe his damp cheeks.Â
âIâm sorry,â Potter said. âI didnât know about Astoria.âÂ
Throat tight with emotion, Draco couldnât answer, shaking his head instead, waving Potter away as he braced his hand on the mantel. He didnât breathe for several long moments, trying to tame himself, feeling jittery and alarmed that he had disclosed so much, and not wanting to say anything else. Then, he felt a tugging at his hair, the prongs of the comb scraping his shoulder as Potter worked the knots that Draco had only made worse.Â
âJust cut it off. I donât care,â Draco said, but Potter didnât answer, and instead continued to comb it carefully while Draco stared at the fire, incapable of saying anything else.Â
Lightning flashed, followed several seconds later by booming thunder, and Dracoâs ears perked, waiting for Scorpius to cry before he remembered that Potter had most likely set the silencing charm on his cot just like heâd done for Rose. He exhaled a relieved breath, felt the prongs of the comb at the base of his head, a chill going down his neck as his cold hair dripped and soaked into the collar of his jumper. Lightning and thunder came again in waves as they stood by the fire, knot after knot untangled.Â
âThe storm is moving away,â Potter said eventually. âYou can tell by how slowly the thunder follows. Itâs supposed to be a kilometre per second, so you can count on the next flash how many kilometres away the storm is.âÂ
âThatâs a myth to give children something to do instead of worrying about the storm.âÂ
Potter huffed out a laugh, and Draco felt the teeth of the comb brush the crown of his head, strokes smooth as it ran from the root of his hair to the ends, over and over again.Â
âMaybe the ratio isnât exact, but the theory is there. The longer the time between, the further away the storm, and the seconds are growing longer. The last one was eight secondsââ he cut off as lightning brightened the room, counting out loud all the way to eleven. âThere. See? A little bit further.âÂ
âIâm not a child. You donât have to entertain me.â
Potter didnât answer as he picked up the hair dryer, turned it on, combed through Dracoâs hair as he began to dry it. Something hot writhed in Dracoâs chest like a biting snake and he clung to the mantel to control himself, pressing his mouth together to keep back angry wordsâswears that would get Potter to leave him aloneâstop doing these pointless tasks that meant nothing when his whole world was falling apart. He shut his eyes, felt heat behind his eyelids again, choked on his breath as he inhaled the burnt smell from the hair dryer.Â
He stood in silence until his hair was dry, and Potter lifted it up, directing the heat from the dryer onto the back of his jumper. Lightning came again, and Draco unwillingly counted the seconds in his mind until the thunder rang out, feeling the tension in his neck ease a bit when he got past twenty. He looked toward the window, unable to tell if rain was still pattering there over the whirr of the motor. Potter shut it off as if reading his thoughts, and they stood in silence, listening.Â
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Prompt: "I Lived" by One Republic | wc 50
Once, I died.Â
Twice, I lived.Â
Three years later we met again.Â
For the time we were together, footsteps equal stride, hand in hand, side by side.Â
Fifty years passed and we looked back, seeing the path we walked together.
One life was enough because I had you with me.
When Draco discovers Harry Potter at a muggle strip club, heâs excited to uncover the kinks of The Chosen One, becoming lost when it's his own secrets which are revealed.
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Shadowed in a corner booth, head bowed over a glass of whiskey, Draco would recognise his unruly hair anywhere, even when shoved beneath a muggle cap. Draco, on the other hand, could not be recognised at all. His long hair was black, eyes brown, nose smallerâhis usual glamour for the side job heâd told nobody about. It was a hobby at first. Heâd taken a pole dancing class with Pansy to help tone his muscles, but then got chatting with some of the people in his class, and suddenly he was working one night a week at a strip club in London. Then, it was two. Then, threeâfour days a week, after leaving the Ministry of Magic, heâd go straight there.
Heâd never been fitter. Never been more confident. Never felt so in control of his own life than he did when he was dancing and drawing the eye of everyone in the roomâexcept, Merlin be damned, that of Harry Potter. Draco did his whole routine, note after note put into the pot at his feet, yet not once did Potter lift his head.Â
As he came to the floor, he was greeted by the people who had been watching him, taking his time as he moved through their tables, sat in their laps, let them touch only if it was to hook a tenner under his waistband. It was his least favourite part, but he enjoyed watching them squirmâwatching them want himâknowing theyâd never get him no matter how much they thought they would.Â
He tried his best not to go directly to Potterâs booth, thinking it might look suspicious, so he walked past it several times attempting to draw his eye. Then, he halted in front of him, leaned forward to rest his hands on the table, waiting for him to look up. The rim of his cap covered the upper half of his face, his mouth a thin line, flattened and frowning.Â
âFirst time?â Draco asked, noticing his voice potion hadnât worn off yet, his tone huskier than normal.Â
Potterâs head lifted, revealing his lower lashes but not his eyesâhis straight noseâhis cheeks, which werenât flushed like Draco had expected them to be. Draco felt the urge to check that his Sectumsempra scars were still glamoured, knowing Potterâs gaze would be on his chest, but worried it would give him away. Instead, he took a deep breath, tensed his core, waited for Potter to lift his head the rest of the wayâreveal those eyes he hadnât seen in yearsâerase the last inkling of doubt that Draco was really seeing who he thought he was.Â
Then, with the slightest tilt, green eyes became visible, and Dracoâs heart stopped. He steeled his expression, but his head spun.Â
âYes,â Potter said, glancing away, then back to him. âFirst time. Iâm not even sureâŠâ his eyebrows pulled together under the rim of his cap, his eyes becoming distracted before he looked down, touched the brim, took a breath that made his neck go tense. âYou ought to talk to someone else. I only brought a fiver, and Iâm not sure what I want, anyway. I was trying to stay out of peopleâs way.âÂ
Draco licked his lips, feeling like he could breathe again now that Potterâs eyes werenât on himâbut craved for him to look up again. He eased back, dropping his hands from the table, standing straight as if he might leave like Potter suggested.
âIâm here Monday through Thursday. Sometimes SaturdayâŠbring more money and a decision next time,â Draco said, seeing Potterâs thinned mouth upturn into a smile.Â
He lifted his chin, cap revealing his eyes again, gleaming in the nearby sign on the wall, which displayed âfree drinks with private room rentalsâ in bright pink lettering.Â
âWho said I planned to come back?âÂ
Draco huffed, brought his hands up to slide through his hair as he turned around, took a step away, then paused to glance back over his shoulder.Â
âThe look on your face,â Draco said, walking away before Potter could respond.Â
He went to the back to freshen his glamour, checking for his own peace of mind that he was unrecognisable before he waved his wand, his hair and eyes growing slightly darker, his nose shrinking back the slightest amount. He was familiar with the spell and what exactly it needed to do, but felt worried Potter would see through his disguise if it faltered even the slightest amount. Reassured, he returned to the floor and found Potterâs booth emptyâhis table clearedâwondering if he had ever really been there at all.Â
