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Sweet to Your Taste
Potter appears at half-twelve in his Auror robes. Draco had planned to forcibly not look at him, but he can’t help it.
Because Potter looks at the biscuits first. He gazes at them, seeming utterly lovesick, and actually startles when he sees the note.
He blinks hard and shakes his head. Opens his mouth. Shuts it again.
And then—yes, yes!—he stalks to the door of the shop, his crimson robes billowing dramatically behind him. He throws the door open and strides inside. Potter puts his hand out, and Draco’s parchment wings across the air and lands in Potter’s palm.
“It’s bloody treacle tart flavoured, you tosser?” Potter reads in a disbelieving tone, then lifts his eyes to meet Draco’s. “Is this for me?”
“Who else would it be for?” Draco coughs loudly. “I mean. Hello. What could I get for you? A biscuit?”
Potter stares at him, then takes a tentative step forwards. He’s in a dark green jumper this time, also with a large white H on the front. “What is this?”
“A bakery.”
“I know that. But you—”
“Frankly, I can’t see how it’s any of your business.”
“What?”
“Have a bloody biscuit, Potter. You’ve been mooning over them for days!”
“I have not,” Potter snaps.
“You have so. It’s a window, not a brick wall. Or has your eyesight got worse since school?”
Potter glares, his eyes black behind his glasses. “Sod off, Malfoy,” he says, then completely undermines himself by sodding off on his own.
Read Sweet to Your Taste on AO3
A birthday fic for @itsphantasmagoria, an illustrious and incredible artist and MY FRIEND! Featuring Draco as a baker and Harry longing for sweets <3
"Harry Potter and the Feather of the Augurey" - Chapter 1.35
Chapter 1.35
It’s the day of Regina Rowle’s tenth birthday and she gets the honor of being accompanied to her grandparents by three very prominent figures. But not everything goes as expected, Harry ends up having to save a life again and gets unexpected assistance from a particular beast...
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you look so fine
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry/Draco, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy Additional Tags: Veela!Draco, Veela, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Mild Gore, Sexual Content, Dark Comedy, Horror, Crack!Horror, Explicit Sexual Content
Summary:
In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. .
"When Draco Malfoy turned 16 years old, he thought he’d make a night of it. He went to a club, met a bloke, and then promptly took himself next door pay-by-the-hour hotel, determined to get the most bang for the Galleon, in a manner of speaking.
Not even one full Galleon into it, Draco Malfoy lost his virginity.
It all went just how he’d always imagined it, and it was, all in all, a bloody good time.
Waking up the next morning, however, next to a bloody ribcage and a man’s intestines strewn all over the bed like thick wet streamers - that was a bloody bad time.”
Excerpt:
“Don’t touch me,” Draco warns him. “We both know how this ends, and bloodily is an understatement.” It ends, of course, with him waking up next to the devoured remains; bones and bloody bits, a green eyeball like a grape, broken glasses and some messy black hair stuck in his teeth, and thinking, ‘I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!’
“Shhh,” Potter shushes him. He ghosts a hand over his skin, hovering, just an inch above his clothes. It hovers over his arm and Draco can feel the warmth radiating from it, can feel the goosebumps forming and his skin prickle with the feeling.
“I’m sorry,” Potter whispers hoarsely, “but I need this.”
He can feel his breath, warm and moist, on his own lips. “Just one moment. Just let me have this,” he pants. And his mouth is so close. So achingly close that Draco can feel and taste and kiss his breath but not those saintly lips. Not his mouth. That wonderful private needy dirty part of him.
“Let me have this.” And Draco nods. Draco would have agreed to anything at this point, would have killed a man, would have chased the moon, would have torn off all his clothes and danced naked in the centre of Hogsmeade - anything.
And Potter, still not touching with his body, not touching with his hand - saving, murdering, forgiving, damning hand - slowly notches their mouths together. Chaste, gentle, and perfect.
When they say a kiss is stolen they must mean this. A kiss taken from him, lips stolen from him because they are no longer his the moment their mouths meet. A kiss ripped from him, everything he wants and nothing he wants, too much and not nearly enough. His breath, snatched completely out of his lungs in that one meeting, where his whole body is left empty, hollow, wanting.
And he’s never so much loved the thief.
A kiss like this is surely an accident. Draco can’t blame Potter, for the way their mouths fit so perfectly together, for the softness of it, the strange tenderness of it when his whole body hums with the need to tear a human being apart. To disassemble it and explore its insides. The way Potter kisses him, it’s the way that they kiss in romance novels and in fairytales, the way people kiss against sunset-drenched backdrops and under velvety moonlight; soft and gentle and almost achingly innocent. It makes a strange feeling well up in his chest. A choking, sick feeling; a sharp pain and he can’t breathe. As if his lungs suddenly shrivelled up, as if they’d forgotten what they were meant to do.
It has to be pity. Draco pities him. Potter was supposed to be one of the good ones, after all. He was never meant to want this, any of this, and at the heart of it, he really didn’t want him, as he said. How could he?
Draco supposes that he really can’t help it, and he can’t help that Potter can’t help it, and he’s not sure who he’s supposed to blame, here, but someone should be here to take responsibility for this mess. “I’m sorry,” Potter murmurs against his mouth, hands balled into a fists at his side, clenching. Draco can feel the heat roll off of his body in intoxicating waves. “All these days and I haven’t found anything. I’ve been completely distracted from my mission and I’ve nothing to show for it. I need to find that bastard and it’s just like before, with them, that was my fault and now I’m doing the same thing to you. You’re just getting sicker and sicker, it’s killing you, and I’m the one to blame. It’s all because...because...”
He stops himself abruptly, cutting off the stream of madman babble, and pulls himself back with a visible jerk. The breeze that wafts in the empty space between them is so sharp and so bitter it might as well have been the Arctic wind.
“Tonight,” Potter says, much more clearly now, clarity in his voice and clarity in his mind; voice filled with that familiar, stupid Potter resolve. “Tonight, at sunset, I’ll let you go, and you can Apparate to the nearest town and...do...whatever it is that you need to do.”
“I’ll come back,” Draco says, quietly.
Potter laughs then, a sound so sardonic and bitter it was far more Malfoy-ian than Potteresque. “Shut up, Malfoy. I’ve three-quarters of a mind to just keep you here and damn the consequences.”
“You’ve only three-quarters of a mind,” Draco points out.
“Exactly,” says Potter, wryly. “So shut up, Malfoy.”
And then he kisses him again, that soft way with just their mouths touching, painfully not enough, body angled carefully away, so close that he can smell him, can feel that heat of him, can hear the pounding of his heart, and yet not close enough to touch - so horrible and frustrating that a few scant inches between them might as well be an endless chasm. Fingers drift, ever so lightly, carefully down the bare skin of one arm and Draco shivers and wants to scream, pushes closer for more contact, arches desperately for it, but all he can get is the touch of lips, soft and wet and almost-shy, moving gently against his own.
Draco actually finds it quite easy to shut up for quite some time.
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Prompt:
As the Minister of Magic, Tom Riddle is required to have a bodyguard. This frustrates him as he is powerful enough on his own. Top Auror Harry Potter is assigned to head his detail, but Tom does his best to ignore him, even going out of his way to avoid and antagonise his so-called protector.
However, despite how powerful and skilled at duelling he is, it doesn’t match active service, and Harry saves his life when he’s unexpectedly targeted by the vigilante group, the Order of the Phoenix, at a charity event.
After this, he takes much more interest in his bodyguard, who is much more skilled and able than Tom gave him credit for. He wants to pull Harry closer, gain his personal loyalty (and more). He wants to be Harry’s entire world.
But then he learns that, when off duty, Harry already has his own family he’s devoted to. Even so, Tom will not be deterred!
can you rec some fics with good, intricate plots? at least over 100k
These are my favourite types of fics thank you for sending this in!!! I actually had to cull a lot of this list because otherwise it would have gone forever, so please enjoy my finest selection of long, intricate, well written drarry fics!
● All Life Is Yours To Miss by Saras_Girl. Rated M, word count 114k.
Professor Malfoy's world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.
● Special Gifts by oldenuf2nb. Rated Explicit, word count 129k.
Ten years after a devastating accident costs Harry Potter the love of his life and leaves him with life altering injuries, he is asked to return to Hogwarts to help the child of an old friend, with the help of an old adversary.
● Evitative by Vichan. Rated M, word count 222k.
In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.
Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.
● All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound. Rated Explicit, word count 149k.
Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
● Turn by Saras_Girl. Rated Explicit, word count 306k.
One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.
● Kaleidoscope by Saras_Girl. Rated Explicit, word count 104k.
If Harry’s honest, the last thing he needs is a house full of Draco Malfoy, but partners are partners, and perhaps, the thing he wants the least will turn out to be absolutely everything.
● Foundations!verse by Saras_Girl. Rated Explicit, word count 364k.
Harry is about to discover that the steepest learning curve comes after Healer training, and that second chances can be found in unexpected places.
● What We Pretend We Can't See by gyzym. Rated M, word count 131k.
Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
● Twist Of Fate by Oakstone730. Rated M, word count 302k.
Draco asks Harry to help him beat the Imperius curse during 4th year. The lessons turn into more than either expected. A story of redemption and forgiveness.
● There's A Pureblood Custom For That by Lomonaaeren. Rated M, word count 105k.
The day that Harry stops Draco Malfoy and his son from being bothered in the middle of Diagon Alley starts a strange series of interactions between him and Malfoy. Who knew there was a pure-blood custom for every situation?
● The Ordeal Of Being Known by louisfake. Rated M, word count 146k.
When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there's unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It's obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco's never been able to back down from a challenge... especially from Potter.
the dragon and his angels; a deckerstar/dramone crossover on ao3
In the beginning, Draco Malfoy was little more than a pawn in a war started by people too wrapped up in the worthiness of magic to care about things as trivial as “living life to the fullest” and “finding pleasure every moment of every day.”
So, after the war, he ensured he would never lose sight of what made his near immortality that much more enjoyable: pleasure, pain, and Muggles unable to resist his magic.
For ten years, everything has been as it should be. Draco shuns the Wizarding World and how it cut him out the moment the Dark Lord fell, spending his days with Pansy and trading Muggle desires for the joy of watching them beg for his mercy. When a Pureblood witch dies in his nightclub, he’s reunited with Auror Hermione Granger, who takes him on a tailspin journey to right every wrong he’s attempted to walk away from.
chapters: 1/? words: 3,388 tags: lucifer/harry potter crossover, deckerstar/dramione crossover, veela draco malfoy, fae pansy parkinson, immortal blaise zabini, auror hermione granger, auror harry potter, vampire theodore nott, past hermione granger/harry potter, therapist luna lovegood, mystery, drama & romance, morally grey draco malfoy, explicit sexual content, explicit language, smoking, substance abuse, urban fantasy, enemies to lovers
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