should probably be studying

quarantine got me back into harry potter // trying not to be a lurker // 18+

[somegymnast]

Welcome to my blog (I'm a bit lost but trying something new)

Hi I just got back into the Harry Potter fandom recently (I was obsessed in elementary school and now I'm back!) and I discovered the amazing world of tumblr and all the amazing creators on here. I am a bit nervous about posting on here, but I am trying to get more involved so I thought I would start recommending some fics that I have really loved so other people can enjoy them too. I mainly read Drarry and some Wolfstar, but I do sometimes go check out other pairings.

This will kind of be like a personal archive, since I will be sharing only fics I have read myself but feel free to ask for a particular trope and I can try to suggest a few fics that fit but I’ll just make the lists when I have the fics for them and try to post one every week. Also if you guys have any other fics to suggest I'm always open to hear about them and I'll try my best to find time to read them (even though my marked for later list is already overflowing...)

ps. I am quite new to this and wouldn’t mind some advice or just some new friends 💕💕

**edit to add a link to my masterlist**

~ H

[rockingrobin69]

Blossomed

“Thought I’d find you here.”

He opened one eye slowly, blinking at the bright light. “Oh no. My secret hiding spot is ruined.”

Laughter rang through the orchard as a heavy figure landed next to him. Draco wasn’t sure if he’s been asleep, exactly, but it felt like waking up; the world was a bit hazy, fuzzy around the edges. The smell of apple blossoms now fused into something heavier, orange and musky.

“Alberto said you like to come here before your shifts.”

He let out a long-suffering sigh. “Alberto talks too much.”

“Nah, he’s alright. I sort of bribed him into it. There were pies involved and everything, I didn’t leave the poor bloke much of a choice.”

Now Draco opened both eyes. Po—Harry was leaning against a trunk beside him, and his whole face was one big smile.

“Well, that,” was all Draco managed for a minute and a half. “I mean. That’s cheating.”

That made him laugh. “I didn’t realise it was against the rules.”

“There aren’t rules. I just thought… why?”

“Why what?”

“Why did you ask about me?” Draco wrapped an arm around his knees. That was the tip of the iceberg, really, of all the questions burning on his tongue: why are you still here and surely they miss you back home and was it on purpose, the other night?

Harry frowned like he didn’t understand. “Because I wanted to see you?”

Draco shook his head, and the shadow of the wide brimmed hat danced above his eyes. “You were supposed to go back last week. You have your recipes, there’s nothing more on the island for you.”

“Nothing more?” green eyes opened wide, sad.

“What more would you—” swallowing didn’t use to be such an ordeal—“want?”

Harry took a deep breath, and the nerves that were so evident on him a second ago melted into something comfortable and warm, something fond. “I thought I made that clear.”

“You don’t… be serious.”

“I am.” He scooted closer on the ground, and Draco didn’t know whether to lean towards him or run away. “I thought you knew why I came to the restaurant every day.”

“You wanted… Alberto has the…”

A hand startled him, gentle under his chin. Draco was so entranced by the smile he missed it coming. “He gave me everything I needed the first week. After that, I only came for you.”

He could only blink in response. Harry tipped Draco’s hat upwards, so it wouldn’t hit his nose. Then, with a groan, removed it altogether.

“You have to know, don’t you? How I feel. After that night.”

That night, in this very orchard, with only the stars and the apples to bear witness, when they danced to the chirping of grasshoppers and flies until they collapsed on the warm ground. Draco blinked at the smiling, freckled face.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Are you joking?” Harry asked, although he was the one laughing. “I’ve been so obvious, everyone—oh, Draco. You’re such a brilliant, wonderful idiot.”

“Takes one,” he murmured before he had any time to think. “Wait, so. The reason you stayed is… what you wanted was…”

“You, you marvelous twit,” now they were both laughing, with awe and relief and bewilderment, “I wanted you. Of course, for you.”

The light was so bright without his hat, it was harder to make the surroundings. Only Harry’s face, so close; only the little lines around his eyes, the unwavering way his smile went even wider, even softer.  

“Alberto thought maybe you were settling in,” Draco admitted breathlessly. “That you wanted to open your own place down here.”

“Or maybe work with you,” was Harry’s impossible, nonsensical reply, and he was entirely serious. Draco’s heart did something strange in his chest, tight and weightless.

“If Alberto agrees.”

They shared a quick, almost-chuckle. “If you’ll have me.”

“Yes.” He said the first without thinking. Then, after a minute: “Yes, of course.”

They looked at each other. The world smelled of apple blossom, of oranges and sweat and smiles and soft hands. The orchard rang with the raucous beating of his heart: a chaotic, elated melody, of summer, of happiness.

[wolfpants]

o fortune, fortune

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: wedding. no warnings on this one. Thank you @academicdisasterfic for the beta 🖤🖤🖤

Divination is a bullshit field.

It’s been over a decade, but Draco still remembers the awe in Pansy and Millie’s eyes as they crowded around their crystal ball together in the common room, as they poked at soggy tea leaves and said things like, this one’s shaped like the sun, it means we’re going to pass our exams, and, you’ve got a ring, I bet Blaise is going to ask you to Hogsmeade next weekend!

As they all grew older, as they were dragged through a war, through hell, through things that no crystal ball could predict nor protect them from, Draco sort of assumed that his friends would get over it. If anything, divination became Pansy’s anchor; an ardent fixation that has woven itself into her everyday life, from the perpetual stack of gold foil tarot decks on her coffee table to the stench of sage throughout her entire flat.

Draco will never get used to that cloying, sickly smell.

What he is used to, though, is Pansy’s penchant for plonking him down in front of a shrewd-eyed ripoff merchant, often adorned with too many necklaces, a jewel-coloured turban, and wonky lip liner.

Wherever in the world they are, she’ll always find someone.

Today, it’s in the back alley of the Wizarding quarter of New Orleans, and Draco’s top lip is sweating and his cotton shirt is sticking to his back, and not a single hair of Pansy’s fringe is out of place.

Bitch.

The so-called psychic - psychopath, more like - shuffles her deck of cards in her claw-like hands, slightly curved nails painted a metallic orange. Draco stares at them, already bored out of his mind as she reads Pansy first, prattling off some rubbish about a challenge in her career, coming face to face with obstacles and a new opportunity for growth.

He’s next.

He’s always next, and it’s always tosh.

The cards are flipped, and the woman smiles. She has lipstick on her teeth.

“Ah, honey,” she croons, and he already has one leg off the chair. “This is very exciting. I see—a great union for you. Surprising, yes. And also very sudden.”

Pansy clasps Draco’s arm in a death grip. Draco wonders if happy hour at their hotel bar has started.

“A union?” Pansy prods. “What kind of a union?”

The psychic taps the middle card. “Betrothal. A fast one.”

“Pah!” Draco fiddles with the sunglasses on top of his head, fixing his sweaty hair. “No. Nope. Already been engaged, thank you, and it sure as hell isn’t happening again, I mean, look at me—”

“—no, no, honey. Not a reunion. Not her. We know that was never going to happen for you. No, this one is entirely new. New, but… also old. A realisation of missed opportunities. Opportunities that feel lost, but aren’t. You should grasp them.” She nods once, and shuffles the cards back into their deck.

The air outside is sticky and close.

Pansy stares at him, still holding onto his arm. Cars whizz by. Somewhere around the corner, a lone saxophonist plays a sad tune, and it whistles up into the smoky night.

“I need a drink,” Draco says faintly, feeling unsteady on his feet. “I can’t—”

“—darling, you can’t run from this forever. You should reply to him.”

An owl message, burning a hole in his bag in the hotel room.

I need to see you again. Please don’t leave this time.

A tipsy kiss in London last year, a hundred trips around the world with Pansy since.

Harry’s green eyes, chartreuse, pinning him down and pleading for a future with him, a future Draco has convinced himself that he can never have.

A betrothal, divination has told him. What a bullshit field it is, he thinks breathlessly, grasping Pansy by the hand and marching them back to the hotel, finally allowing himself to tumble, a bit blind, into fortune.

<-- previous microfic, spring, over and over, six times

[slytherco]

Deadlines are killing me so I drew some morning soft boy cuddles. (I also kind of fell in love with the headcanon about them having tattoos dedicated to one another.) (ref.)

This one is a gift for @bixgirl1 - I hope you like it, you fantastic human being. 🥰

[luendland]

Have a nice, sweaty, Harry Potter.

[justthingsfromsarah]

forever and always yours

It’s two thirty-five in the morning and I’ve never felt this lonely.

Ginny’s snoring next to me, arm securely wrapped around my waist, her snores causing a stray curl to flutter obnoxiously. The cat we adopted six months ago is on my other side and our two crups are at the foot of the bed. It’s a snug fit. It should be comforting, but it isn’t.

Because all I can think about is your smile across the Great Hall and how your lips would press sonnets along my spine before promising me forever. It’s been twelve years since I heard you whisper forever and always yours but only two since I got the words inked down my spine.

Seeing you at the platform when I dropped Teddy off yesterday wrecked my perfectly constructed fantasy. I’d managed to lie to myself about the life I wanted, but seeing you again… I can’t lie anymore.

I want you wrapped in that robe I bought you when we stayed at Ol Jogi, making fancy coffee I can’t even begin to understand, and waxing poetic about that day's crossword. I want vacations to places I never even knew to dream of and staycations where I memorize every freckle on your body. I want you smirking over top of a novel, blushing fiercely when I wink at you, laughing in delight when I bring home flowers.

In four hours, I’ll wake Ginny up. We’ll both paste on smiles as we head into another day of pretending this is the life we want. Or maybe, I’ll gather whatever shred of courage I have left from the war and admit this is all facade, that I’m slowly wasting away, and I can tell she isn’t faring much better.

Only time will tell.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

*knocks on OP's window, nose pressed up against it* Hey! HEY! How's that sequel coming along? Where's the rest?! I'm here with the payment *holds up my entire heart*

[waterandsilver]

when a character is empty-handed & surrounded by weapons pointed at them but they're calm and maybe even smiling, and the attackers are the ones who look afraid??? very sexy i think

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

It was raining curses.

To Harry they looked like fireworks.

He crouched behind a stack of crates, simply watching the explosion of sparks above him getting thicker and thicker as an even thirty dark wizards closed in on him.

The sparks died away and Harry stood up, empty hands raised.

The wall of men slowly spread out, shapes barely distinguishable in the smoke, before closing in, forming a thick, tight ring around Harry.

Harry kept his hands raised, eyebrows lifting in casual amusement at the thirty wandtips that hovered inches away.

He had an itch behind his ear. So he scratched it.

"Don't move!" The guy seemed decidedly hysterical.

Harry obligingly raised his hands higher, and then heard his back click just under his shoulder blade.

With a soft grunt, he twisted at the waist, just so, until there was a series of clicks.

"STAY STILL!" This one sounded close to wetting himself.

Entertaining as it all was, Harry was bored.

He brought his hands to his waist and rotated his head once; then again, the other way. Then he tipped it from side to side, neck clicking with soft crunching sounds.

"MOVE AGAIN AND WE'LL REDUCE YOU TO DUST!"

The guy sounded like he was about to burst into tears. Harry slowly turned to grin at him.

There was a cacophony of shouted threats, orders to put his hands back up, promises of painful death.

And Harry stood there, laughing.

[phoebe-delia]

Reasons

Another in the all-dialogue Small Talk series! Also for the @microficmay prompt: "Why?" Enjoy!

"What are you—I thought I send the rest of your shit to your new flat?"

"That's not why I'm here, though—really, Malfoy? You sent me a bloody bag of apples?"

"You bought it."

"Yes, for you, you idiot."

"Still, I wouldn't want you to think I owed you a thing. Besides, knowing you I bet you've been living on takeaway for the last week."

"I haven't exactly had time to—no, that's not why I'm here."

"Yes, Potter, do cut to the chase. I have another flatmate to find, after all. Mine left rather abruptly, you see. Gave me very little notice; just a signed contract and a short note."

"I'm sure he had his reasons."

"Yes, I imagine. Though they remain a mystery to me, and while I've spent the last week trying to figure it out, I find myself not caring about them much anymore. So, Potter, if you would be so kind as to vacate the premises, I believe you are now trespassing."

"Malfoy."

"Potter."

"Let me in."

"No, I don't think I will."

"I can explain."

"Can you? Bully for you. Good day."

"Wait wait—just wait!"

"Let go of the door, Potter."

"Just—let me. Please, Draco. I fucked up, I know, but last week was the most miserable I've been in years. And it took a few days but I figured out why. Or, rather, I stopped lying to myself and finally confronted the fact that it's better to be in love with you and have you not love me back than to be without you at all and—"

"Wait, what—"

"I know, it's stupid and pathetic—"

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I thought I'd spare us both the awkwardness of you letting me down easy and just start the move-out process preemptively, and—"

"You're an insufferable bastard, you know that?"

"Yes, I know I should've—"

"You 'should've' a lot of things, including not assuming you knew how I felt. If you'd told me, I'd have said that I love you too, you complete idiot!"

"Y-you do?"

"YES! Now come inside so I can yell at you some more."

"And then can I...?"

"What?"

"You see, in the rare moments I let myself think you might love me back I always imagined kissing you right after you said it for the first time and I'd really, really like to do that, please. Preferably before the yelling. But after works, too. Whatever...you want."

"Oh for the love of—come in. Shut the door behind you."

[coffeedrgn87]

Why am I only seeing this now? It’s so gorgeous and so tender and sweet and sexy and vexingly Drarry and I’m obsessed with this little series of dialogues and I love the writer! So utterly well done. So perfect! I’m floored!!! 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 Pheebs, please never stop producing these little gems, your mind is a wonderful place!

[softlystarchived]

summer microfics / prompt: strawberries

Draco sells strawberries at the farmers market that Harry ventures to every Saturday. 

“I didn’t see you last summer,” Harry says, suspicious. No one is supposed to know he moved here, to this tiny town nestled in the rolling hills. 

“I didn’t work at a berry farm last summer,” Draco replies mildly. Harry buys three cartons full of strawberries because he doesn’t know what else to do and eats a dozen when he gets home, the juice bursting over his tongue.

By the end of summer, Draco brings strawberries for free, long legs dangling off Harry’s kitchen countertop as he kisses the sweetness right from Harry’s lips.

[immortalacorn]

For a little story you can head here.

[vukovich]

X Sentence Y-day

Thanks, @mintamintathings . Just rub the angst directly into my skin.

Here’s a stupid snippet with shitty formatting, cuz I’m on my phone and very lazy:

Rose came up behind her, book open and hugged to her little chest. “Mum, did you know foxes mate for life?”

Hugo popped his head between them. “Nuh uh.”

Rose tilted her book forward and read a passage to herself. “They do.”

“Nuh uh,” Hugo repeated. “Mum, wouldn’t they starve?”

Hermione glanced between her kids, then at Harry. He shook his head and shrugged.

“Why would they starve?”

Hugo looked up at her. “Cuz if they mate for their whole lives, they can’t go hunting.”

Hermione shook her head. “Why wouldn’t they be able to hunt?”

“Cuz they’re mating,” Hugo said, and Rose nodded.

A bark of laughter came from Ron in the kitchen. Hermione squinted at each child in turn. “I don’t understand. Harry,” she said, turning to him, “do you know what they’re talking about?”

Harry said nothing, shook his head, and stood. “I should get going.”

“Because, Mum,” Rose said urgently, “if they’re mating and mating and mating for their whole lives, then they would die.”

Hermione’s cheeks turned scarlet. From the kitchen, Ron said, “Helluva way to go.”

Harry snorted a laugh, but then shut right up when Hermione pinned him with a glare.

—

@tontonguetonks @peachpety @calypsotempete I wanna see your words!

[trashcanprince]

the kids

[oh-no-i-did-it]

HP au where Draco starts to spend Christmas holidays at the Burrow and just loves Molly’s jumpers!

[uncle-knobheads]

Fic authors deserve more credit.

Story time: I started reading a book about 23 hours ago and just finished it. Also in that time, I slept for 10 hours, spent time with family, was at work, etc. Anyway, I enjoyed the book (Simon vs. the Homo Sapiens Agenda,) but it felt like it flew by. So after I finished I looked up the word count because what are pages? Pages are meaningless. I only function in word counts anymore.

The estimate I found was 58,580. My immediate reaction was “oh, that’s why. That’s nothing!” But what a shitty response. Because no. That’s not nothing. That’s a whole. Damn. Book. An entire novel! And fic authors regularly bust out 30k, 50k, 100k, 150k words. AND THEY DO IT FOR FREE. WHILE WORKING AND LIVING THEIR LIVES.

So anyway, thank your favorite fic author today because they deserve it. Because they’re amazing. They’re the MVPs.

[sitp-recs]

Love Galore - 35 Romantic Shorts

This is a (very much) belated reclist for 2022’s Valentines Day - I put it together in February as one of my projects to celebrate my most recent follower milestone but I wasn’t feeling it back then, so I decided to save it and post on June 12th to celebrate the Brazilian Valentines Day instead - as you can see I’m not very good at keeping up with the intended calendar 😂

This is, as usual, a quite personal reclist, and the idea was to highlight fics that represent peak romance for me, including a generous amount of fluff, smut, angst, and everything in the between. And because love manifests in many forms I wanted to focus on the romantic aspect but also cover important topics such as non-sexual intimacy, found family, asexual and trans representation. This list is sadly limited to short fics (up to 15k) otherwise it would be impossible to post everything at once, but I’m playing with the idea of doing parts 2 & 3 with longer fics, maybe a rare pairs version as well?

I also take this opportunity to link the amazing collaborative reclist Now that’s romance which was compiled by @sweet-s0rr0w with lots of romantic reads. I hope you guys enjoy these treats, and don’t forget to shower our creators with love! Last but now least, HUGE thank you to the lovely @bluebutter-art who kindly gave me permission to use her breathtaking artwork on the banner! You can reblog the original here. 

halcyon days by @the-starryknight (2020, T, 1.3k) - non-sexual intimacy 🛏

Sleepy mornings caught while the sun rises are reserved for silly word games and soft touches and feelings.

Willing Blood by @lqtraintracks and @the-starryknight (2022, E, 2k) - creature fic 🩸

Seven days together, years ago; seventy-four hours and thirty-eight minutes trapped in this house alone; and now one chance to stop himself from draining Potter dry. Will Draco take it? Will Harry let him?

Thrice Bound by @skeptiquewrites (2022, M, 2.3k) - red string of fate 🧶

Once by nature, once by fate, and once by choice.

Still Life by orphan_account (2019, M, 3k) - fuck buddies 💵

No summary provided. Read my rec here.

The Long Fall by @tackytigerfic (2021, M, 3.6k) - Mpreg 🍼

It’s supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it’s just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy. And what’s the real meaning of family, anyway? Read my rec here.

Cupboard Love by @shealwaysreads (2021, G, 4k) - found family + food as love 🥘

Cupboard Love: the psychoanalytic theory of an infant’s primary drive being food which, when satisfied, leads naturally to a secondary drive for attachment. Harry’s life, and love, in food.

Home is Where the Nifflers Are by @primavera-cerezos (2020, G, 4k) - animal care as love 🐱

Draco has a soft spot for animals with nowhere to go; soon his and Harry’s small flat is bustling with adorable, semi-dangerous creatures. Read my rec here.

Student Digs by Lokifan (2016, E, 4k) - kinky love 🔥

Harry’s living in *student accommodation*. Just the phrase makes Draco shudder. Read my rec here.

Waiting for that Feeling by @sorrybutblog (2021, T, 4k) - road trip 🚙

Draco Malfoy has a car and Harry Potter is on the case! Featuring Muggle car repair, a road trip to Cornwall, and falling in love in a Ford Fiesta. Read my rec here.

Hourglass Heart by @bixgirl1 (2019, E, 5k) - flatmates 🏠

It only happened once — depending on how Harry counted.

the trembling of the moment by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm and @porcelainsalt (2020, G, 5k) - ace Draco 🍰

“You’re the last person I’d have expected to stumble across on the other side of the world.” In which Draco’s quiet single-parent life is not so much interrupted as unexpectedly harmonised.

Game On by @pennygalleon (2021, T, 5k) - fake relationship 📸

Draco blows Harry a kiss and the press goes nuts. Harry suggests they use this to their advantage.

Slip Into My Lover’s Hands by @lqtraintracks (2015, E, 6k) - first time 🍑

Draco licks his lips. He shuts his eyes, because he doesn’t think he can look at Potter when he says it. When he asks for it. “One finger?”

It Never Occurred to Me That I Would Fall in Love With a Frenchman by lamerezouille (2013, T, 6k) - meeting the family Dursleys 🍽

Harry kisses Draco in a public place. All hell breaks loose.

Let Me Have You and I’ll Let You Save Me by Frayach (2012, M, 6k) - soulmates 🌓

Draco keeps coming back, and Harry keeps letting him. Draco can’t stay away, and Harry can’t live without him. Read my rec here.

The Thousand Deaths by @corvuscrowned (2021, E, 6k) - murder husbands dark fic 🔪

When the Kedavras don’t work, they try wooden stakes. When the stakes don’t work, they try blades. When the blades don’t work, the truth spills between them like the vast, churning ocean — eternity, inescapable.

the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (2016, E, 7k) - Auror partners 🔑

Two hundred pain receptors per square inch in the human body and it was nothing but background noise in the explosion, the revelation, that was Harry Potter’s body against his. Read my rec here.

Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic (2020, M, 7k) - multiverse aka love across space and time ⚔️

Sometimes Harry dreams. Only they’re not really dreams at all, and Malfoy is always in them. It’s time travel, but not as we know it, and Harry just needs a good night’s sleep. Read my rec here.

(Un)Calculated Risk by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2017, E, 7k) - 8th year + secret relationship 🤐

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco.

Gravity Centered by carpemermaid (2019, E, 7k) - rivals & lovers 🧹

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are two of the best flyers in the International Professional Broom Racing League. To fans, they’re a pair of competitive rivals that trade skillful wins back and forth, but after they finish each grueling race around the world is that all there is between them? Or: Harry tastes the wind on Malfoy’s tongue. Read my rec here.

A Grey Shrike Alighted upon my Wishbone by @opalesqueopioid (2021, E, 7k) - memory loss, tw: ambiguous ending 🛁

Cursed to forget everything about Harry Potter, Draco has to kill if he wants a cure.

One of Those Nights by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 7.5k) - established relationship + role play 🍸

“I never would have thought you had it in you,” Potter’s heated murmur against his jaw is dark and full of depraved promises. “I’ll give you this much, Malfoy, you sure know how to get a man’s attention.”

in a rambling way by @fw00shy (2021, T, 7.5k) - getting back together + only one bed ⛺️

Ron knocked Hermione up, and now Harry’s got to figure out how to clone himself so that his friends don’t split up fighting over him. Falling for Draco again was never part of the plan.

Til Our Compass Stands Still by china_nightingale (2018, M, 9k) - moving in together 🧭

It was an unconventional relationship, if one could call it that. It was the way it had always been - bodies colliding while lips stayed closed, dueling and caressing and ripping one another open while hearts stayed locked safely behind cages covered in bruises from curses and kisses. Read my rec here.

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 9k) - enemies to lovers 📰

Harry and Draco don’t know how to talk. So they do other things instead. Read my rec here.

Love, Actually, is All Around by @punk-rock-yuppie (2020, T, 10k) - Movie AU 🎄

It’s Christmastime, and Harry has just started as the new Minister of Magic. It just so happens that Draco works in his office as well, a holdover from Kingsley’s tenure. Naturally, love is in the air. Read my rec here.

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity by @onbeinganangel and art by @babooshkart (2021, E, 10k) - domestic love 🐈‍⬛

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself? Read my rec here.

The Taste of Magic by @romaine2424 (2012, M, 10k) - Apocalypse AU 🪄

As the world’s atmosphere changes, magic starts to disappear. Only a “lucky” few will stay in the magical world until the earth begins to heal.

fine i’ll hold my breath / til i forget it’s complicated by teatrolley (2015, M, 11k) - friends with benefits 🍵

Harry and Draco become friends with benefits, and Harry thinks it’s more complicated than it actually is. Read my rec here.

A Song, Incomplete by RurouniHime (2013, E, 11k) - older Drarry ♟

Draco’s photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophet’s front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news. Read my rec here.

the way you make me glow by @softlystarstruck (2022, M, 11k) - trans Draco 🏳️‍⚧️

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

Little Talks by Femme and noeon (2012, E, 11k) - kid fic 🧸

Draco’s been shagging the Head Auror for months now, and he’s sure it’s just a fling. Until Harry asks him to a Quidditch match, that is, and things go horribly wrong.

Poppiholla by @moonflower-rose (20121, M, 12k) - mutual pining 🎈

Harry had accepted that he would pine silently for Malfoy forever, but one, humid summer might change that. Read my rec here.

The Eighth Tale by lettered (2012, E, 12k) - time travel, cw: major character death ⌛️

Draco Malfoy tries to fix the past, but instead mucks it up some more. For Harry, it all becomes quite clear. Read my rec here.

Countdown by dysonrules (2013, M, 14k) - friends to lovers 🥞

When the Wizarding world is plagued by random outbreaks of Dark Magic, the Ministry assigns Curse-Breakers to assist Auror teams on their missions. Harry shouldn’t be surprised when Draco Malfoy is assigned to his team, but is Malfoy a Curse-Breaker, or a curse-bringer? Read my rec here.

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Pseudo-Seer

“Potter, you absolute arse!”

“Whassamatter?” Harry bellowed as Draco shoved him off the bed.

“Why don’t you ask Terry Boot?!”

“I don’t—we’ve talked about this…“ Harry grumbled from the floor.

Draco growled. “I come from a long line of Seers, as you very well know. Oneirology is a serious branch—”

“Whatever, Professor Trelawney…”

“How dare you compare me to that incompetent crone!” Draco cried, throwing a pillow at Harry.

Harry caught it easily, tucking it under his head. “Yes, obviously I’m out of line. ‘M sleepy, can we discuss my alleged betrayal tomorrow?”

“Alleged…” Draco scoffed.

Harry rolled his eyes. “You’re a lunatic and I’d like to point out that none of your prophecies have ever come true.”

“That you know of!”

Harry curled onto the rug, already drifting back to sleep, when Draco furiously shook his shoulder.

“Why aren’t you coming back to bed?”

Harry groaned. “You just kicked me out—”

“Yes, well. Now I’m cold,” Draco declared haughtily.

Harry climbed under the duvet and pulled Draco tight against his chest. “Starting tomorrow, I’m dosing you with dreamless sleep.”

“My inner eye—”

“—is a jealous idiot.” Harry yawned. “But I love you.”

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: sleepy. Based on multiple true stories of me holding my husband accountable for my dreams. Huge thank you to @orange-peony for the wonderful beta help!

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Hi! To celebrate 3k followers here I wanted to do something cute - or at least try ^^’  It’s more a creativity fest than a challenge, and I tried to involve authors as well.

~~ FOR WRITERS ~~

Prompts  (1) Hogwarts 8th Year: The Great Ball for the Inter-House Unity (2) Fantasy AU : The Thorn that Protects Its Rose (3) Theater AU : A Comedy Drama performed by the famous rivals H.J.Potter and D.L.Malfoy!

RULES: - Pick one of these prompts and write! It can be a ficlet, a snippet, a story, poetry or haiku, everything is fine :) - No words limit.  - It has to follow the prompt, not necessarily the drawing - it can describe something leading to the drawing, something that happened before or after. - Use the tag #snarkyauthor

※ addition: Before your entry add which prompt you picked and a brief list of tags  

~~ FOR ARTISTS ~~

(1) DTIYS Challenge! RULES: - You can change pose and background. You can draw half-body.  - You can draw only one character or add characters  - Use the tag #snarkyartist

!! Edits of my art and Moodboards accepted !! I’ll call them ✨Special Entries✨ ((I’m really bad at both of them, but I like them a lot. I’m just being greedy >:-D))

(2 )Art for the Prompts If you like what one of the authors wrote, you can make a piece of art based on that entry :) Simply as that.

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As I said, it’s not a challenge. I just hope people will find some inspiration and have fun 💕 [Time limit: the next DTIYS at 4k, so like….lot of time] Under the cut I’ll add eventual updates and entries links

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