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[lostdrarryfics]

Hello! 😄 Would you recognize which short comedic fic has an elf who kidnaps Harry for Draco? I think he ended up in ropes in Draco's bed and I remember something about "one Harry Potter, bound and gagged" 😆 Post canon I think

We believe you are looking for Mimsy will do whatever Master Draco asks by Bounding-Heart (Brief_and_Dreamy), which has been deleted. Sorry!

[aquamotto]

Duel in the depths of the mind - Occlumency lesson

“A skilled legilimens can plant visions in your mind that can drive you to madness.”

In this picture, I imagined Snape snapping and giving in to the vengefulness and pain to punish Harry for crimes of James once and for all. For this, he tries to swap their consciousness - planting his own painful memories into Harry’s mind to make Harry believe Snape’s past is his own and he is actually Snape himself. In  return, Snape gets Harry’s memories which he considers “happy” but they are not happy at all, of course. Harry never knew that one day he will desperately defend the life he led, no matter how painful it was and no matter how many times he said he hated it. And that he will succeed!

This is one of the commissions for @bounding-heart. Someone tell them I started posting their commissions!

[dictacontrion]

'What would you do then, with me bare-chested and helpless?' 'I'd…' Potter thought. 'I'd lick your nipple.' Draco wrinkled his nose to show disinterest. 'I'd bite your nipple.' Draco rolled his eyes. 'I'd ignore your nipples,' said Potter, exasperated, 'because apparently they're boring, and–' 'There isn't a single atom of my body that isn't entirely engrossing–' 'And work my way down–' 'That's more like it.' 'To your trousers. I'd flick open your fly and slide down the zip–' One of those words didn't make sense. 'Pardon?' 'I'd slide open your zip–' 'What is a zip? Some sort of Muggle nonsense?' As Draco had intended, this made Potter glare. 'Is that important right now?' He'd started to perspire along his hairline, Draco noticed. 'Well, if I don't know what you're talking about, it makes it–'. 'I'd Vanish all your clothes,' said Potter, an edge to his voice. 'Every last thread of them.'

The Truth Will Set You Free by Bounding-Heart

[dewitty1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ocean of Storms

Bounding-Heart (Brief_and_Dreamy) @bounding-heart

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass, Theodore Nott, Minerva McGonagall, Portrait Severus Snape, Colin Creevey, Neville Longbottom, Antonin Dolohov, Hannah Abbott, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Andromeda Black Tonks, Teddy Lupin, Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Baddock, Moaning Myrtle, Rita Skeeter, Millicent Bulstrode Additional Tags: Eventual Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fights, Snogging, Un-negotiated D/s, Very mild d/s, Rebuilding Hogwarts, Post-War, Romance, Slow Burn, Pining, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Angst and Feels, Friendship, Magical Theory, Peril, Minor Violence, Falling In Love, Love/Hate, First Time, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go. The castle is full of ghosts: haunting nightmares, the deaths he couldn't prevent, and the age-old rivalry that Draco Malfoy seems determined to maintain.

Excerpt:

His mind stayed empty but for an unspecific sense of panic and loneliness as he made his way back to the Slytherin common room. Bits of the dream kept flashing through his mind, but it wasn't as intense as it had been before. As he neared the entrance to Slytherin, he paused and leant back against the wall. The cold of the stone seeped through his jumper and coated his skin. He took several deep, shaky breaths, trying to calm down, trying to get back to normal. Maybe that was the problem. Normal wasn't calm, normal was a state of continuous underlying unease.

He straightened up when the door opened, and then froze.

Malfoy did the same.

Harry couldn't name what passed between them as they stared at each other. A rush of adrenaline sent his heart thumping. He looked at the door to the common room, thinking he could push Malfoy out of the way and flee to safety without it looking like he was doing so.

As if he could read Harry's train of thought, Malfoy pushed the door closed behind him. He peered past Harry, checking the corridor. Harry followed his gaze, hoping, but no. They were completely alone.

Malfoy got a determined look and moved towards Harry.

Harry shrunk back against the wall. 'Stay away. I told you to stay away.'

'Make me,' said Malfoy, and gave Harry a look that sent heat rushing across his skin.

'I'll hit you,' said Harry. 'I'll break your fucking nose like you broke mine.'

Malfoy gave a mean little laugh, then snake-like he struck out and grabbed Harry's collar. He twisted the material in his fist, and tugged. Harry stumbled forwards and something went soft and needy inside him. He hated it. He didn't do anything to stop it.

Malfoy's eyes glittered. 'Come on, Potter.' He dragged Harry to the other side of the corridor and kicked open a door Harry had never noticed before. He yanked Harry inside and closed them in together in the dark.

'Lumos.' The cupboard filled with light, centring on Malfoy's face. He pressed his wand against the wall, whispered a spell, and it stuck there, filling the cupboard with a soft glow.

Irritably, Harry wrenched himself free. Malfoy was looking at him like… Harry had seen Ron look at steak and kidney pie like that. And he didn't understand what it did to him. That hungry gaze. It made him want to hide. It made him want to strike out. It made him dizzy and breathless.

There was nowhere he could hide. He didn't know what to do about the breathless feeling. So he tried to hit Malfoy–a weak, half-hearted punch. Malfoy intercepted it by grabbing his wrist, then forced his arm against the wall above his head. He pressed in close, his breath warm on Harry face.

If Harry struggled, he'd rub against Malfoy. It would just happen. He twisted his hips–just a little, to see what it would be like–and Malfoy grabbed his other wrist and pinned it above his head as well.

Malfoy wasn't much taller than Harry, but he was strong. Harry would have to really struggle to get free. 'Get off me,' he said, voice shaky.

'You don’t want me to,' said Malfoy.

'Don't tell me what I want. Get off me. I want you to get off me.'

'Is that part of it?' asked Malfoy, eating Harry's face with his eyes. 'Pretending I'm forcing you?'

'Part of what?' There. He'd got some bite back in his voice.

'This.' Malfoy slid his hand down Harry's arm, down his chest, his stomach, and then grabbed where Harry was hot and hard.

Harry cried out, and then he did struggle, bucking and shoving against Malfoy, trying to pull himself free.

Malfoy forced him still again by pressing him tight against the wall. 'Merlin,' he said, breathless. 'Fuck, Potter. You're…' He released Harry's wrists and starting fumbling with Harry's trousers. 'Let me touch you.'

Arms finally free, Harry shoved him away. Malfoy tripped backwards, knocking over a stack of pails. An old broom clattered to the floor.

'Imbecile,' Malfoy snapped.

Harry looked at the closed door of the cupboard. He flexed his fingers. He didn't otherwise move.

'What are you going to do?' Malfoy took a step back towards him. 'Run? Or not?'

Harry glared, trying to incinerate Malfoy with the force of his gaze. That would solve all his problems. It didn't work. He wanted Malfoy's body against his again.

'Run or stay.' Malfoy lifted his hands. 'Go if you like. I'm not stopping you.'

Harry didn't think he could walk at the moment, much less run. He ground his teeth.

'So.' Malfoy's voice cracked. 'You're staying?'

Without meeting his eyes, Harry nodded. Once.

Malfoy lit up, bright as his Lumos charm. 'Good.'

With no idea what was coming next, Harry lifted his chin and met his gaze.

Malfoy made a gleeful sound, then flung Harry back against the wall hard enough to make his head snap.

'Oi!' It wasn't too late for Harry to leave, but then Malfoy was unbuckling Harry's belt, and undoing his fly, just like that, and all he could do was watch like a rabbit in headlights.

No one else had ever touched him there. While everyone around Harry started pairing off–and he knew Ron and Hermione were doing all sorts of things, he just knew it, even if Ron didn't tell him about it, thank Merlin–Harry had started to wonder if it would ever happen for him. If he was doomed to remain some kind of pure, untouched martyr child. But now, Malfoy was wrapping his fingers around his cock, and that was wrong and so dirty, and he was ridiculously relieved that he wouldn't die a complete virgin.

He was allowed this. Sex. This normal, human thing. He was allowed, even if it was Draco Malfoy doing it to him.

Malfoy had pale, bony fingers. Harry's cock slid red and shiny within them. He bit down hard on his lip and tried not to sob with pleasure as Malfoy began fisting him, up and down. Malfoy grabbed Harry's waist with his free hand, and pressed tight against him. Harry closed his eyes.

'You like that, Potter?' That cut-glass accent, whispering filthy things into his ear, high and breathless. 'My hand on your cock? You like it?' Malfoy ground against Harry's hip, slow, rhythmic thrusts.

Harry kept his jaw clenched, trying not to make any noise. Fuck, it felt so good. And Malfoy had started making whimpering noises as he moved and they drove Harry crazy. Malfoy's head fell against his shoulder, giving Harry a face full of soft, shampoo-scented hair. He stopped fighting and let himself feel, his hips jerking into Malfoy's fist. He couldn't help it. He let out a helpless moan. Malfoy turned his head and Harry thought he was trying to nuzzle his neck, but then Malfoy bit him. He dug his teeth right into Harry's skin, pumping urgently against Harry's hip, threatening to knock them both over. Harry braced himself against the wall.

Malfoy groaned and started shaking. His grip on Harry tightened to the point of agony and the pain shoved Harry over the edge, making him shout and come. He gave himself up to it, swirling down, like being sucked into the icy cold lake in his dream.

He was still held fast in Malfoy's arms when he resurfaced. Malfoy panted against his neck, his breath hitching as he inhaled. His hips had stopped moving. 'Okay,' Harry said, squirming free. 'You've got what you wanted.'

'What I wanted?' Malfoy scoffed, then nipped Harry's neck one last time before letting him go.

Harry backed up against the opposite wall and rubbed at the spot where Malfoy had bitten him. Keeping his eyes down, he drew his wand, Vanished the mess on his clothes and stomach, then fastened his trousers. 'You're going to tell everyone, aren't you?'

Malfoy looked up from cleaning himself, radiating with self-satisfaction. 'Why shouldn't I?' He watched Harry carefully.

Now that his sweat had cooled, Harry felt bad in a way he couldn't identify. Shame. That was it. He felt ashamed, like he'd done something self-indulgent and wrong. The desire to hit Malfoy was gone, but the sense of loathing beat as powerful as ever. 'Because if you do, I'll never let you touch me again.'

Malfoy blinked. Then he grinned. Which was wrong, Harry hadn't meant to please, him, why… Oh. 'No,' he said. 'It's not going to happen again. That was it. You wanted to deal with the, with the tension? It's dealt with.'

'Right,' said Malfoy. 'Sure it is.'

'I mean it,' said Harry.

Malfoy grinned even wider.

Scowling, Harry yanked the door open and left.

'See you around, Potter,' Malfoy called after him.

Harry slammed shut the door.

[kidovna]

You drawing Drarry is the best thing that’s happened ever in history. Actual fact. Seriously, though, it’s perfect. Thank you. ❤️❤️

*Christopher Jackson voice* I guess history does have its eyes on me 😳

jk, thank you!! This is a very sweet message <3

[fllourishandblotts]

📝 🌼 for the meme :D

Thanks lovely!

📝 favourite quote: I’m struggling off the top of my head so I’m going to go with my favourite one as a kid which was ‘to the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world’

🌼 fave flower: dahlia!

[fictionadventurer]

Your Hunger Games posts are things of beauty. I want to frame them and put them on my wall.

Why, thank you! I wish that I was a person who could think up witty or sophisticated responses to compliments, but I’m not, so all I can offer is an honest thank you. And frame this ask by putting it on my blog.

[hdowlpost]

OWL GIFTS for @bounding-heart!

Gift from: anon Enjoy at AO3, read Comment on LiveJournal: Cover Art + Comment for Ocean of Storms by @bounding-heart​ Summary of Fic: The war is over and Harry has returned to help rebuild Hogwarts. He longs to move forwards, but the past refuses to let him go. The castle is full of ghosts: haunting nightmares, the deaths he couldn't prevent, and the age-old rivalry that Draco Malfoy seems determined to maintain. Word Count of Fic: 113188 Rating of Fic: explicit, NC-17 Art Medium: Digital Gift from: anon Read on AO3: Why We Are Here Summary: Malfoy leads Harry through the Forbidden Forest looking for a criminal’s snowy cabin, but there is only one real reason why they are there. Word Count: 2500 Rating: NC-17 Contains: Cabin Fic, friends to lovers, blizzards and snowstorms Gift from: anon Read on AO3: Living on Gin and Adrenaline Summary: Several gin-based longdrinks, an involuntarily started bar fight, and a night spent in the drunk tank with a certain Marcus Flint, are enough to send Draco Malfoy, who is already down on his luck, on a fast tailspin down Knockturn Alley. But even the bartenders on Knockturn Alley call the Aurors when things are getting too rough. But hey, you know what? Fuck Auror Harry Potter and his stupid saving-people-thing. Just fuck him. (And that’s exactly what will happen.) Word Count: ~15,000 Rating: R Contains: escalating fight scenes, blood and violence Notes: @bounding-heart, it was an honour and great joy to write for you. Hopefully you won’t mind Harry and Draco taking you to some dark places on Knockturn Alley. In case you will, the gin-based cocktail recipes the fic provides may come handy.