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[yourbiggestfan2020]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66582868?view_full_work=true

[so-scarlett-maroon]

The Professor and the Librarian

Rating: Explicit (Smut)

No Archive Warings Apply

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest

Words: 10,000

Chapters: 1/1

The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle.

"I need a bunny book, Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. His son had apparently been learning about all kinds of pets with his nanny and was now obsessed with bunnies. It was incredibly cute. They located the children’s non-fiction and went home from the library with 7 books on bunnies but no information about the gorgeous librarian.

When they returned to the Rowena Ravenclaw Wizarding Public Library the next week, it was only because he’d heard they hosted a lovely story time for young children, and not at all because he wanted to see the mysterious librarian again. Scorpius had thrown a bit of a fit about the entire concept of shoes existing, so they were running late. They rushed up the steps and through the big wooden doors before following the signs posted for storytime. They found themselves in that very same corner where he’d first seen her. She was sitting in the window nook again, but this time she was surrounded by children sitting on the carpet at her feet. Draco stood back with the other parents while Scorpius pushed through the line of people and found a spot. She smiled brightly at him but glared a bit at Draco.

She’s a stickler about punctuality, he noted. Draco tried his best to look apologetic but he wasn’t sure it was very convincing.

“I am Librarian Granger, and I am so happy to see so many smiling faces here today!” she began.

He felt triumphant, he had a name, only a last name, but it was progress.

“Today we are reading one of my favorite books, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.” She read the story with so much enthusiasm getting louder and louder as the caterpillar ate more and more. The children were all giggling, Scorpius threw his head back, his tiny face red from laughter. It felt good to see his son smiling. He hadn’t done much of that since they moved back from France. When the caterpillar emerged from its cocoon as a bright and beautiful butterfly, the children oohed and awed at the colorful illustration in the book. She lifted her wand and whispered a quick incantation. Suddenly the air was filled with paper butterflies fluttering down to the children. A purple one landed on Scorpius and he immediately ran to his father to show it off.

“Look, Dad, look!” he shouted as he held his paper prize aloft.

"I see it, Scorpius. It's very beautiful. What are you going to name it?”

“Umm, Purple?” the boy suggested.

“We could call her Lilac? Or Lavender? Even Periwinkle,” Draco suggested.

"No… I like Purple,” Scorpius replied.

"Well then Purple is perfect,” Draco said, smiling down at him. Most of the crowd had begun to dissipate, so Draco decided to take the opportunity to speak with Librarian Granger. She was wearing a swishy floral skirt that reached all the way down to her ankles with a plain white t-shirt tucked into it. Her hair was, sadly, up in a bun today, but she still looked stunning.

Draco approached her, doing his best to come off as casual and cool, two things he wasn’t exactly known for. He’d worn charcoal gray trousers and an oxford shirt but had left the first button undone. He was the epitome of laid back, he was sure.

"Hello, Ms. Granger, I just wanted to thank you for a lovely storytime. My son, Scorpius, enjoyed it so much.”

“Oh, you are very welcome Mr....,”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he supplied.

She smiled politely at him. “...Mr. Malfoy. But no need to thank me, it's my job. Besides, I love reading to the children and seeing their faces light up.”

“Yes, well, you did a wonderful job of it. Scorpius hasn’t smiled that much since I told him we were leaving Lourdes.”

Hermione's eyes widened with interest “You moved from Lourdes? You must have been working at Beauxbatons then, yes? I have heard lovely things about that school."

Draco nodded, glad to have landed on a topic that interested the pretty witch. “Yes, I was a student there and later became the Potion’s Master. I’ve just left my post after 6 years.”

“Oh well, welcome to the UK then.”

“Thank you very much, but it’s actually welcome back to the UK. I was born in Wiltshire, although I moved to France when I was still quite young. I’m sure there is much I don’t know about Wizarding London now; I haven’t been back in many years. Perhaps you could show me around sometime?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. It was not a good sign. She said nothing for a moment, the silence was deafening. He thought he’d been rather smooth, but Ms. Granger seemed to disagree.

Finally, she spoke, “You are not the first father to hit on me while I am working but you are the first one who forgot to slip off his wedding ring,” she said, staring pointedly at the silver band on his left ring finger.

Continued on AO3

[catgotcaught]

"Two years from now, when they were on opposite sides of the war, Draco would regret not taking this chance. But this was the present moment and he was only a child, and he had no way of knowing all the darkness that the future was going to bring."

A Primer for the Small Weird Loves by unicornesque

//my roman empire? I could only close my eyes and imagine the sequel(if there'd be any) and get lost to this world. Unicornesque, i really wish you well wherever you are ♡

[roseheira]

Durmstrang Draco and Beauxbatons Draco 🌹

[sitp-recs]

The Triwizard Champions by @magpiefngrl

Harry/Draco (2018, Teen and Up, 2.3k)

A day before the first task of the Triwizard Tournament, Durmstrang champion Harry Potter approaches the Beauxbatons champion with a tip.

‘You’re straight, Blaise,’ Draco said, derisively. ‘You’re also blind. Potter is not attractive in any imaginable way.’

Grégoire raised his eyes from his travel guide. ‘Didn’t you have a poster of him back when he signed for the British Junior League?

Happy Friday! The lovely @sweet-s0rr0w and I decided that today is Magpie’s appreciation day and here’s my humble contribution to spread the love and appreciation for this wonderful, talented author 💜 Magpie is easily one of our fave Drarry writers and personally, I’ve been following and loving her works since 2017. Full Monty remains one of my all-time favorite crack fics and one of my very first recs for this blog (cannot believe how short they used to be! And I’m still incredibly proud of that banner!) and if you haven’t familiarized yourself with Magpie’s varied portfolio yet, you can start by checking SS’s amazing reclist here! There’s a little bit of everything for all tastes - she’s versatile across tropes, lengths and ratings! - and I’m sure you’ll fall in love with her witty, atmospheric, sexy and sweet works just as quickly as we did.

It was hard to pick a fic I hadn’t read yet for this rec, but after chatting with Lauren about how talented and creative Magpie is with Drarry AUs I decided to go with this one for two reasons: first, self-contained short fics - especially AUs - require a lot of skill in terms of world building and character development, and they could always get more appreciation IMO. Secondly, I will admit I read canon divergent stuff veeeery occasionally, and Magpie’s are among the few works I’ve indulged and loved. She sets and explores these little universes so well it’s like you’ve known this version of the characters forever, they’re familiar and foreign at once and that always keeps me excited and engaged!

It couldn’t be different here: I did not know I needed heartthrob Harry in soft Durmstrang fur or matchmaking Blaise seducing Weasleys in French, but here we are and I LOVE it! This has such a charming teenage atmosphere, and I am so into the casual flirting, the genuine humour, the mutual teasing among Draco’s crew (and by god, Grégoire now owns my heart and I need to know more about his side romance!!!). It’s amazing to think Magpie established so much within 2k and made my night with adorable 4th year comfort food. This is also a lovely take on resourceful and grumpily smitten Beauxbatons Draco, his pining for this friendly and smooth Harry made my heart smile. Go ahead and have fun with this short treat!

Read on AO3

[mbr-side]

My version of Beauxbatons Hermoine and Draco (finally found perfect uniform for them)

[aceveria-art]

|  i was enchanted to meet you  |

finally finished beauxbatons draco and durmstrang harry! in this au everyone is alive and thriving :’)

{please do not reupload to other sites} 「 INSTA & KO-FI:  aceveria 」

[aminathescorpio]

Birthday Fic

So I know this is literally the worst time ever, but I finally finished my birthday present fic for @faevorite-main-blog!!! Ily so much, and I hope you like it ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤍🤎💝💘💖💕💗💞💓💜🧡💙💔

Featuring; Beauxbatons Draco and Hopelessly-Pining (and slightly jealous) Harry!

(I)

When the Beauxbatons students first arrive at Hogwarts, Harry isn’t particularly bothered about them. Besides the occasional Veela, none of them really catch his eye (unlike Ron, however, who was already on the receiving end of Hermione’s nasty glare. Not that he noticed, though. He was too busy staring shamelessly at the Beauxbatons girls). That is, until Harry spots a blond boy trailing at the end of the students, walking with two other students beside him.

Harry freezes at the sight of him, his spoon stopping halfway on the way to his open mouth. Fuck, he doesn’t even know whether to start with his silky hair or how his uniform hugs all the right places or his arse-

It isn’t until Ron is thumping on his back that Harry realizes that he’s choked on a mouthful of mashed potatoes.

“You alright, mate?’ He follows Harry’s gaze until he notices what (or who) Harry was staring at. He sighs.

“Really, mate?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been ogling all the other Veelas, Ron!” Hermione cuts in, sharply. And a bit jealously too, Harry notices. As the two of them start to bicker, he rolls his eyes to himself and continues to eat, trying to find the blond in the crowd again. He could only hope that Ron and ‘Mione get over their arses and finally ask each other out. Although Harry would fare much better trying to find his blond bombshell, anyways.

(II)

After nearly a week of trying, Harry finally manages to catch the blond by himself one day, looking around at the countless portraits and suits of armor curiously. Harry is quite pleased to note that his boyfriend (well, his future boyfriend, anyways) seems to get along with all of them fairly well. As he approaches him, he starts to hear more snippets of their conversation. He gulps when he realizes that they’re speaking French. Fucking French.

“Uh, hi,” Harry says awkwardly, startling his boyfriend and the portrait. The lady in the painting huffs and slides out of her frame before any of them can stop her. Well, it’s not as if Harry needs her around, anyways.

“Hello,” his boyfriend replies, with a thick French accent. Harry gulps again.

“I-um-I’m Harry. Harry Potter.” Just as he expects his boyfriend lets out a small (and adorable) gasp.

“Oh. My name is Draco Malfoy,” he replies, although he still looks a bit confused. And his gaze is also fixed on the white lock of hair that rests above Harry’s scar; it contrasts greatly from the rest of Harry’s black, messy hair. Usually he would be annoyed, but he doesn’t mind Draco doing it. Bloody hell, even his name is amazing. And unique. And loads of other sappy rot that Harry can’t bring himself to say.

“I don’t have any classes now, so I can show you around if you like.” Harry mentally sighs in relief when he doesn’t stutter on any word again. Draco smiles at him again, although it’s apologetic now.

“Thank you for your offer, but Theo has already given me a tour of the castle,” he says warmly, as if he’s trying not to upset Harry. It takes Harry a moment to realize who he’s talking about.

“Theodore Nott?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. Draco smiles and nods.

“Yes. He’s known me since we were little. I still talk to him by owl,” he says fondly. Harry grits his teeth and tries to push down the wave of jealousy that’s rushing through his veins.

“Well… maybe I could take you to Hogsmeade this weekend?” Harry asks weakly, looking around nervously and settling on a suit of armor. To his surprise, Draco laughs.

“Are you sure?” Draco asks, fiddling with his blue mini cape. Now Harry is confused.

“What do you mean?”

“Saturday is Valentine’s Day. Surely the ‘Chosen One’ has a girlfriend to buy chocolate for, hm?” Draco smirks, nudging Harry knowingly. Harry loses track of their conversation for a moment because Draco’s ‘s’s sound like ‘z’s and its bloody hot.

“Er, no, I don’t.” And before he thinks it over, he rushes “But maybe I could take you instead?”

Draco blushes, and Harry has to physically restrain himself from doing something he would regret later. Like kissing-

“Yes, I would like to go with you, Haz.” Draco giggles.

“I-really? You really want to? And did you call me Haz?” Draco’s cheeks color even more.

“Oh, if you don’t like it I- “

“I love it,’ Harry says firmly. Draco giggles again. And then he’s stepping on his tiptoes and kissing Harry’s cheek.

“I will see you on Saturday, Haz,” he smiles. As he turns to walk away, the only thing Harry’s overheated brain can think about is that Draco agreed to go on a date with him. A date. And his arse looks amazing in his fitted trousers.

Harry’s never felt happier.