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Here are some of my favorite fics from @harrydracobang 2021. Listed in alphabetical order.
Bolts by @lqtraintracks [114k]
Harry joins the Hogwarts staff as the new History of Magic Professor, while Draco has already been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the past year. When Samantha, a first year, is being bullied one day and throws a made-up Truth curse at her harasser, only to accidentally hit Harry instead, Harry becomes cursed to tell the truth, and not only that, he has to regularly tell it to Draco Malfoy. Samantha is clearly gifted, maybe the most powerful witch or wizard to ever come through Hogwarts, and yet she has no idea how to take the curse off. As they work to remove itâand also teach Samantha how to control a power thatâs becoming more dangerous by the dayâwill Harryâs truths become too much to handle? And will whateverâs going on with Draco just make everything exponentially worse?
Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship [135k]
Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. Heâd stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.
Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere â in Dracoâs chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter wonât leave Draco the bloody hell alone, wonât let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep.
Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.
Game Changer by ToBoldlyGeek [69k]
Malfoy gripped his hand tightly, using it to pull Harry towards him a step. âI never had you pegged for a sore loser, Potter.â
 Once again, Harry felt that familiar anger twist in his chest, and a small part of his brain registered that it felt good.
 âObviously I know you better then,â he hissed. âIâve always known you were an arrogant prick.â
A story of love and Quidditch, not necessarily in that order.
Graceless Heart by shushu_yaoi_lj [132k]
Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Placeâwhich feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he wonât ask for help, and he still canât cry.
When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.
Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimateâŠin more ways than Harry could have ever expected.
Life On Mars by @fencer-x [110k]
Harry Potter was eleven years old when he found out he was a wizard. He was twenty-one when he found out he was an alien. Or: How Harry Potter learned to stop worrying and love the democratic process.
Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethficâ [103k]
Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he canât help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.
Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0wâ [110k]
Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isnât a total idiot.
But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. Whatâs more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.
Stop taking the Felix? You must be jokingâŠ
spins madly on by asofthaven [56k]
As part of his probation, Draco Malfoy returns to Hogwarts to complete his N.E.W.T.s. Gobstones, the political machinations of the Hogwarts student body, and one Harry James Potter captures Dracoâs attention instead.
Sweeten to Taste by @bigblackdogficâ  [51k]
It starts with Dracoâs buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows heâs hungry for more.
Harry peels away my tailored robes; dissolves the glamour over the Dark Mark. A warm flannel to wash my face: eyeliner, rouge, lipstick sluicing down the drain.Â
In the mirror, light against dark, he sees meâvulnerable, scarred, a lifetime of mistakesâand his crooked grin shatters my defenses.Â
 âThere you are.â
For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: beguile. Thank you to @lou-isfake for being the best.
When they came back for their 8th year at Hogwarts, the 8th year students were all assigned to one house, regardless of the house they'd formerly been a part of.
It honestly wasn't as bad as Harry might have imagined, mostly because everyone was simply too tired of fighting. They had all had a hard year and it seemed, for the most part, that everyone just wanted to keep to themselves.
The common room was nice enough; lots of space, comfy couches, a big fire place, bookshelves, and even a little area to store snacks.
And there was an upright piano that sat in the corner of the room. It was very rarely, if ever, used aside from the occasional plunk as a student walked past, but Harry was strangely attracted to it.
There was something about the idea of letting your fingers drift over the keys, about the act of creating something where there had been nothing only a moment prior, that Harry found immensely appealing.
So one night, when all of the other students were in bed, apparently not suffering from nightmares the way he did, Harry sat down at the piano.
It was slow going, but whenever Harry woke up in the middle of the night and couldn't fall back asleep, he'd wander down to the common room and cast a spell at the door to trap the noise in the room with him, and he'd play. Gradually he got better and by a few months in, he was playing things that sounded like music at the very least.
Then, on a very chilly December evening, when Harry was playing through something he'd made up in his head, he nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice said, "You haven't got the best sense of rhythm, Potter."
He spun around to see that Draco Malfoy had just entered the common room, looking a bit haggard, his face drawn and pale. And the snarky response he'd been about to fire back died on his lips. "Do you play piano?" he asked instead.
"When I was young," Malfoy replied as he headed toward the snack supply and pulled out a cauldron cake.
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"Show me?" he asked.
Malfoy blinked at him, "It's been ages, Potter. I wouldn't even know where to begin."
"Come on," he urged, scooching over on the bench to make room. "I promise not to judge you."
The other boy hesitated for just a moment before making his way over and gingerly sitting down next to Harry. His fingers traced over the keys for a moment, lighting on them without making a sound the way a butterfly touches a flower.
After a heartbeat that seemed to last an eternity to Harry, Malfoy started to play, and it was lovely. Harry watched as his fingers drifted over the keys, moving in difference directions, crossing over each other, as they made the most enchanting music.
When he finished, Harry let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding, "Wow," he breathed.
He looked over a Malfoy to see a delicate flush spreading across his cheeks and neck. "It's nothing," he said softly.
"Would you teach me?" Harry asked, the curl of desire to learn sparking in the back of his brain.
"Are you serious?" Malfoy asked, looking over at him and meeting his eyes.
"Yeah," Harry said earnestly. "I want to play like that."
Malfoy looked at him long and hard for a moment, "Alright," he agreed.
"Really?"
He nodded, "I'll ask my mother to send me some of the old books I had from when I was learning. For now, let's learn note names," he said.
And without further ado, they dug into learning.
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It became a habit for them, sitting together at night and playing the piano when the nightmares were a bit too close.
At first, they didn't really talk much, Draco just instructed him and helped to develop proper technique.
But at some point, playing piano turned into playing piano together for a while, then sitting on the sofa and playing chess.
Which turned into playing the piano and then just sitting on the sofa and talking.
And by the time Harry realized what was happening, he was already in love with Draco Malfoy.
One night, in late March, when all of the feelings that he kept bound up were banging against his chest to get free, Harry asked, "If you could have one thing, what would it be?"
"Define thing," Draco said as he tucked his cold feet under Harry's thigh and Harry let him because he would accept intimacy in any form with Draco.
"Like if you could have one wish granted," he said, "What would you wish for."
Draco hummed, "For someone to love me," he said after a moment. "I just want someone who wants to walk through life with me," he added. "I'm not an easy person to love and my past has made it harder-"
"I think you're an easy person to love," he blurted.
"Right," he said, rolling his eyes. "Because you've been like programmed to love people. All of that trauma and emotional manipulation-"
"Right," Harry interrupted because the words stung and he didn't really want to hear more about all of the ways that he was broken inside.
"Harry-"
"No, it's fine," he said, shaking his head and warding off whatever words of pity might be coming next. "It's fine. You're right."
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't-"
"It's fine, Draco," he repeated. "Just," he shook his head, "Forget I said anything."
He was quiet for a moment, picking at his cuticles the way he did when his anxiety got to be too much. "What would you say?" he asked. "What's the wish you'd want granted?"
He shrugged, "The same thing."
"But-"
Harry stood up, "I'm tired," he said, "It's making me weird," he raked his fingers through his hair. "I'm just going to go to bed-"
"Harry," Draco said, reaching out for him and clasping his hand.
And something broke inside of him, "Don't," he said, snatching his hand away.
The other boy held up his hands in surrender, "What is the matter with you tonight?"
"Nothing!" he said, turning away again and heading toward the door that led to the boys dorm room.
"Why do you always do this?" Draco asked, the bitterness and hurt in his voice made Harry's heart trip painfully in his chest.
He spun around, "Do what?"
"Dangle friendship over my head and snatch it away!" he shouted. "It's like you realize that you're getting too close so you back out. And it's exhausting."
He shook his head, "Probably all of that trauma," he spat. "I'm just too messed up and broken."
"I didn't say that," he said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Yeah you did," he said, turning around and heading toward the stairs.
"What happened to you?" Draco asked. "You're supposed to be the brave one aren't you? You could walk straight to your death but you walk away from a simple conversation."
He turned around, "What happened to me?" he asked incredulously. "I fucking died. That's what happened to me."
Draco froze as though he wasn't expecting that answer.
"So, yeah, I feel like I'm entitled to being a little fucked up about that. I feel like I'm entitled to walk away from things that make me wish I'd just stayed dead!"
Draco cracked. He saw the moment when he broke the other boy to pieces and it broke him too.
"Not you," he said quickly, trying to clarify, trying to fix the mess he'd made. "Draco, I didn't mean you."
But it was too late, and Harry wasn't sure what he could say that would fix it. Draco swiped at the tear on his cheek and circled his arm around his waist, looking anywhere but at Harry. "You should go."
"I didn't-"
"Please," he whispered, voice raw, lower lip trembling. "Just go."
He didn't know what else to do, and the thought of staying and trying to fix everything was so overwhelming that he just turned and fled back up the stairs to the room. Harry crawled into bed, cast a muffliato, and he let himself cry until he fell asleep.
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He didn't see Draco at all the next day in their classes or at meal times, and then he sat and waited at the piano bench for two hours before letting himself believe what he knew to be true, Draco wasn't coming.
So he did the only thing that he could do, he snuck into the dorm room and pulled out the Marauder's Map and searched for Draco. He shouldn't have been surprised when he found his name in Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom, but he really wished he was somewhere else.
Harry slipped on his cloak, even though he knew he wasn't going to get into trouble if someone caught him out past hours, and made his way to Myrtle's bathroom. Before the door had even closed, before he'd said a word or even managed to take his cloak off after entering, he heard Draco sigh.
"You shouldn't have come, Potter."
He took off the cloak and stared at Draco where he was sitting against the sink. He opened his mouth to say something, to apologize but all that came out was, "I love you." Like it was the only thing he knew. And at this point, maybe it was.
"I'm sorry?" he asked, his face that careful blank canvas that it was when he was thinking and feeling too many things at once.
And again, Harry opened his mouth to reply but, "I love you," came out again. Simple. Honest. And somehow, Harry didn't panic; he didn't feel like the world was about to end. On the contrary, he actually felt like everything that had been whipping around in his mind and in his heart just stopped.
"Explain."
He laughed, a soft huff of a chuckle as he sat down on the floor in front of Draco. "I can't," he confessed. "I just love you. I love your wit and your dark sense of humor. I love the way that strand of hair," he said, pointing at the one he was talking about, "falls into your eyes. I love your long, delicate fingers. I love watching you play the piano. I love talking to you. I love that you challenge me and push me. I love that you don't see me as the savior of the world, that I'm just a person. I love your cleverness. I love that you're always cold and that you're such a tactile person. I-"
But what he was about to say was interrupted as Draco lunged forward and kissed him, his cold fingers grasping Harry's neck.
"I hate you," Draco said, when they broke the kiss to gasp in a few deep breaths. "It shouldn't be possible for one person to make me feel such a wide range of emotions in such a short span of time."
"I'm sorry," he said softly, pressing his forehead to Draco's. "I shouldn't have said that yesterday," he murmured.
"I'm sorry, too," Draco murmured. "I shouldn't have kept pushing you. And I shouldn't have taken out my fear of being alone on you."
"Forgiven," he whispered, catching the hem of Draco's shirt in his fist and holding on. "Can you forgive me?"
The other boy nodded and pressed a kiss to his cheek, "No more running, okay?"
He nodded in agreement, "No more running. Not from you," he promised.
And it was a promise he kept until the day he died.
Title: Written Proof
Creator: Anonymous
Prompt: #174
Career Theme: Draco - Poet | Harry - Bakery Owner
Rating: Explicit
Warnings/Content Notes: Brief Mention of Violence, PTSD, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst
Summary: Dracoâs move home to Wiltshire after more than a decade is anything but easy. Heâs given up an illustrious career in journalism to pursue poetry, his motherâs health is declining, and it seems that the War isnât quite as âin the pastâ as Draco assumed. Luckily, heâs found a supportive, if unconventional, community and a local bakery to haunt that sells the most divine macarons.
Too bad Harry Bloody Potter has to storm in and shake everything up, per usual.
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Harry is content with his life. Really, he is. Sure, the life of an ex-professional athlete is a bit slow, but thatâs what heâd wanted when he retired from Quidditch to run his own bakery. Now, he gets to spend his days doing something that he loves in the company of his family and friends. Heâs fine to let one day bleed placidly into the next, untilâ
Draco Malfoy turns up at his bakery, causes a scene about his pastries, and is maybe, probably definitely up to something.
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This is a story about two people boldly chasing their happiness in spite of their fears, overcoming the chokehold of a difficult past, and learning how to communicate by whatever means necessary, be it rhymes or recipes.
Word Count: 34,072
Creatorâs Notes: This fic is for @ANW815, whose love and encouragement have kept me going from the very beginning, @FrenchMarshmallow, who helped me iron out some crucial details, and @corvusvrowned, whose impeccable beta work and top-tier friendship brought it all home.
All poems marked with * are original works by @softlystarstruck, who helped me find Dracoâs lyrical voice, and whose beautiful art helped expose all of Dracoâs softest parts that I tried to keep hidden under a strong, brave exterior. Thank you, Bee, for letting me include your verses.
Finally, an enormous thank you to the Fan Fair modsâyouâre all superheroes and your time and effort are MUCH appreciated!!
( Written Proof )
Draco love macrons. I mean why wouldnât he love fancy French biscuits (cookies-pastries, whatever), right? And yuo need the proper fuel to write , donât you?
Harry just happens to make the best in Wiltshire, because duhhhh⊠of course he does! Fabulous fic! I loved it! Really sweet! Almost reminded me of o0ne of my favorite fic authors!
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A City of Shattered Souls (Digital Comic, Teen)
ART & FIC
A Summer in Bordeaux (29k, Explicit)
PODFIC
Little Red Courgette (4 Hours, Teen)
FIC
On Hope & Healing (15k, Explicit)
Nobodyâs Business (33k, Explicit)
Draco Malfoy is not a Werewolf (4k, Teen)
Country Roads (8k, Explicit)
At a Place Where Accountants Work (8k, Mature)
Tomorrow (39k, Explicit)
Better than Chocolate (14k, Teen)
the undone and the divine (42k, Mature)
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For @drarrymicrofic prompt 'soap bubbles'. second person pov.
You will catch his eye and pretend you're up to something. The plan will seem soap-bubble flimsy in retrospect. You'll let him come to you. Resist the urge to lay yourself bare. Harry will never trust anything easy.
He will say he fell in love first; you won't correct him.
I hope youâre doing great! Iâm going through heartbreak since my person decided to move to different continent and since the only thing I follow religiously are your recs I wanted to ask you for some.
Do you know any where Draco and Harry would be struggling against outside forces keeping them apart but end up having a happy ending? Distance maybe or war or anything that makes the hearts grow fonder and the tears fall.
I know this is a pretty vague description and I understand if thereâs not much to say to that. Thank you in any case and have a nice day âš
Oh darling, first of all Iâm so sorry youâre going through this *hugs* sending love and healing vibes your way! I hope these can help a little bit, I went for emotional fics that are kinda angsty but in a very soft, wistful way. You could also check my reclists âDrarry against the worldâ and âDrarry against the oddsâ and see if anything sparks your interest? Take care đ
Relic Radiation by tackytiger (2021, M, 927 words)
Draco goes into space, leaving behind his son Scorpius (who has just started at Hogwarts, at least), and his not-quite-boyfriend Harry Potter. But Harry can't stop loving Draco just because he's approximately 408km up, in constant orbit.
Matters of the heart by nerakrose (2020, G, 5k)
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Life goes not backward by shealwaysreads (2020, T, 9k)
Harry still isnât used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.
Silence series by RurouniHime (2011, E, 10k)
It was his battle, yet he never hurt me, and he could have.
A Song, Incomplete by RurouniHime (2013, E, 11k)
Dracoâs photograph took up the entire top half of the Prophetâs front page. Below the photo: DRACO MALFOY DEFENDS SON OF FORMER LOVER. As if that were breaking news.
Two Zinnias and the Scent of Lemon by thestarryknight (2021, M, 16k)
The Ministry didnât turn bad overnight. Harry didnât suddenly turn rogue either. Between covert Legilimency links and Polyjuice disguises and running and running and running, Draco has forgotten what it is like to have a safe harbor that isnât a person. If thereâs an art to fighting back, then theyâll find it hand in hand.
Unfinished Business by cupiscent (2003, E, 20k)
Ten years after the War ends, Harry and Draco still haven't got their act together. But maybe it's not too late.
Us, in Lieu by Tepre (2019, E, 29k)
Teddy needs help and Harry needs funding. Draco sits in the other room and plays the piano.
The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by Writcraft (2019, E, 69k)
Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why heâs been so out of sorts.
Far From the Tree by aideomai (2020, E, 112k)
The arrival of Harry Potterâs childrenâsnapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so yearsâwas the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.
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