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ugh I hope nobody in my life ever finds out about this…….

[slut4drarry]

I want to write a scene where everybody is at a party and somebody brings a bottle of muggle pills and everybody is like yeahhhh we’re gonna get so high and then nobody is feeling anything and hermione finally looks at the bottle and it’s like ibuprofen of something lol and then like harry and draco make out idk

[supmilger]

The look of love

[alixvander]

Draco trying out some new lipstick, nothing much going on here!

[supmilger]

Day-to-day life

[mzuul]

The abandon corridor on the 4th floor of the ministry was dimly lit, the only sound was the distant hum of the elevator and the frantic beat of Harry’s own heart. They were barely able to slip away, voices still echoing in the distance, when Draco shoved Harry against the cool stone wall. One hand braced against the wall to Harry’s left while the other pressed firmly over Harry’s mouth. A muffled, involuntary whimper escaped against Draco’s palm

“Quiet,” Draco hissed, voice hot against Harry’s cheek. Harry’s breath stuttered against Draco’s hand. Before he could even register it, Draco leaned in close. “Make one sound and we’re dead.”

From up close, Harry could see Draco’s eyes; Pale, icy silver starlight edged with something deeper. The eyes that were once cold and cutting, burned with something raw and intense. This wasn’t his Malfoy. The man who found him bleeding, and drenched behind the ruins of Diagon Alley now looked at him like a ghost. Because in this world Harry Potter was supposed to be dead. Voldemort had won and began his rein over the wizarding world.

Yet here he was. Alive and so full of fire and fight, breathing rapidly against Draco’s skin and so utterly present that Draco couldn’t look away.

“You’re not him,” Draco whispered, voice rough and fractured, silver eyes searching and tracing the lines of Harry’s face as if memorizing the impossible. Then Draco leaned in, lips brushing the back of his own knuckles where they sealed Harry’s mouth and pressed his lips gently over the back of his hand. His lips lingered there, eyes fluttering half-shut as if he could taste the ghost of Harry through skin and bone. Harry’s breath hitched hot and ragged against Draco’s palm, those brilliant green eyes widening in response.

[nyxade]

[legwanel]

every drarry fic

[praenomer]

The Lovers is a card of choice

[viria]

joy in the unexpected

[supmilger]

The look of love

[outromoony]

“They’re just fictional characters” ok then why do I feel like their heartache personally cracked my ribs?

[morihuori]

[eleectric-city]

My favorite Drarry fanfics that i read in 2024

Another year, another bunch of Drarry fics! Like in 2022 and 2023, here is the list of the fics that made 2024 such a cool year to me. Thanks to the writers for making me happy with these wonderful stories of my favorite boys <3

More than one chapter:

Dwelling by aideomai (83k)

In Every Universe by @skeptiquewrites (27k)

Can I tell you something? by GallaPlacidia (33k)

A Big Black Sky by alexmeg (90k)

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114k)

Harry Potter: DILF Hunter by @vukovich (11k)

What We Pretend We Can't See by @gyzym (131k)

The Day Before the Wedding by @kbrick (39k)

Eclipse by Mijan (287k)

Secrets by Vorabiza (395k)

Twist of Fate by Oakstone730 (302k)

Finely Drawn Lines by @the-sinking-ship (61k)

A Pocket Full of Stones by @amywaterwings (67k)

The Devil's White Knight by orphan_account (64k)

One-shots:

Truth or Dare? by @lettersbyelise (3k)

Always the Last to Know by @nv-md (10k)

Lovesick by @corvuscrowned (7k)

Tangled Up in Midnight Memories (and you) by @ronbinary (8k)

Seven Ways to Get Harry Potter Hard (in Public) by @curleecue (7k)

Ten Thousand Reasons Why Not by @lqtraintracks (8k)

telepathy by @hogwartsfirebolt (2k)

Howl by @tackytigerfic (8k)

Let’s go dip it low (then you bring it up slow) by @andithiel (3k)

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by @letteredlettered (54k)

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by @faith2wood (6k)

Edit: You can also see my list from 2025 here ❤️

[nsasquith]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “Peak” wc 611 / 18+

“That’s right,” Potter whispers. “You’re doing so well. So good.”

Draco is close. Right on the edge. The precipice. He wants to make it last. He doesn’t want to fall over just yet, because he knows—he knows—this is their first and only time.

He want's to enjoy this, especially after craving it for so many years.

The sound of skin on skin is sharp, obscene. Sweat slicks Draco’s face, his shoulders, his chest. Every muscle in his body is tight with the effort of holding on.

“You—fuck—you close, Malfoy?” Potter asks.

Draco can’t answer. He only tightens his grip, fingers digging into Potter’s hips, and even that is too much.

Potter leans forward, one hand braced on Draco’s chest, the other gripping the headboard. He doesn’t stop moving. Doesn’t stop moving his tight, perfect heat over Draco. Over and over, until the world narrows to the sound of his breath.

“Oh you are, aren’t you?” Potter groans. “Your cock—God—it was made for this. Could do this forever.”

Draco wishes that were true. He isn’t naïve. Potter was bored. They both were. Five weeks into a seven-week posting in the middle of Siberia, babysitting a rare Norwegian Ridgeback egg for the Russian Dragon Reserve—anyone would crack.

Especially when Firewhisky is involved.

Potter’s groan drops into something rougher as his hand slides up, fingers settling at Draco’s throat. Gentle.

Draco arches back instinctively, giving him more. Offering.

Take me.

Have me.

Keep me.

For a moment, he thinks he’s gone blind—then realises his eyes have rolled back, his vision blown white. 

Potter’s grip tightens.

It’s too much.

“Fuck—fuck—fuck,” Draco pants, the sound breaking apart.

Then—helplessly—“Harry.”

Potter stills.

Draco realises what he’s said too late. He forces his eyes open, bracing himself for the look of horror on Potter’s face.

It never comes.

Instead, Potter is staring at him like he’s witnessing something holy—like Draco has split himself open and shown him something sacred. Awe. Reverence. Holy.

Then Potter moves again. Slower now. Deliberate. Less frantic. Intentional.

“Say it again,” Potter says quietly.

He rolls his hips, just enough, and Draco lets out a sound he doesn’t recognise as his own.

“Merlin—”

“Not quite,” Potter murmurs, grinning, smug and soft all at once.

“I’m—” Draco swallows. “I’m close.”

“Say my name,” Potter says, voice low. “And I’ll let you come.”

Draco doesn’t fight it anymore.

He can't.

“Harry.”

It breaks over him all at once—sharp, blinding, fire, the absolute peak of it—and Harry follows a heartbeat later, gasping Draco’s name like it’s the only thing anchoring him to the earth.

After, they collapse together in a tangle of limbs and breath. The mattress dips, the bed creaks.

For a long moment, there’s only the sound of breathing. Then Harry laughs softly, stunned.

“We’re doing that again,” he says. Certain. “And when we get back—properly back—we’re going on a date.”

Draco turns his head, exhausted and wrecked.

"We are?"

Harry nods. Confident.

"I thought..."

"What?" Harry asks.

Draco shrugs, still breathless—trying to play it cool. Because he's not sure if he heard it right. "You want to go on a date?"

Harry smirks, his gaze half lidded.

"Why?" Draco asks.

"Why? Why... why do you think I agreed to spend seven weeks out in the middle of nowhere with only you for company, Draco?"

Draco blinks. "Merlin..."

Harry grins into the pillow. “Wrong again, it's Harry," he says, wrapping his arm around Draco's body.

Draco smiles, shifting into the nook of Harry.

This is it, the highest point... and it is only up from here.

[supmilger]

Art based on fic

Finely Drawn Lines

The author is The_Sinking_Ship (I crashed with him🥹)

[supmilger]

The look of love

[iamnmbr3]

Do you realize how much their classmates must have suffered having watch them stare at each other across 4 tables at every meal for 6 years? Like imagine you just want to learn some magic and hang out with your friends and instead you become the unwilling witness to Whatever It Is Potter And Malfoy Have Going On.

When they finally get together in 8th year they think people will freak out but mostly everyone’s just relieved because them actually being an item is way less uncomfortable than what they were doing before.

[viria]

Illusory freedom (Grimmauld Roommates AU)