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[maevikwrites]

Okay, but Draco pouting ✨

Redemption of the Blood on Ao3

Read Chapter 17 here

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For the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game!

The word was Flow. Word count: 332

F - For weeks now, Harry had been wanking to images of Malfoy—sweaty and covered in specks of dried blood—as he washed himself clean under the hot spray of the Auror showers. But it was hardly Harry's fault. He'd caught a glimpse of Malfoy's cut and muscled body when they'd come back from their latest mission. Having both agreed that the grime from filthy tavern beds they'd spent the last four weeks in had needed to come off, they ran to the showers. Only, Harry hadn't expected to see Malfoy naked when he turned and reached for his towel. He hadn't expected how much he'd like the view. How turned on he'd be. L - Longing for more, his body urged him to think of Malfoy each night. Harry would moan and whimper with the toy buzzing away in his arse as his hand squeezed his desperate length to completion. At this rate he was going to get calluses… But there was no helping it, especially since it seemed that ever since that ill-fated shower, Malfoy had made it a point to constantly strut half-naked around Harry. O - Once, Harry had had to clutch his bag in front of his crotch and Apparate home with the lie that he was feeling ill. Lying was unfortunate but he couldn't very well tell Draco that he needed to go home to wank… Although—maybe…No, it was a terrible idea and Malfoy would never go for it. Today however was different. Out of sick days, Harry excused himself and hid in the toilet cubicle to quickly pull himself off. W - Without warning however, the door was hit and exploded wide open. Harry stood there with his erect penis in his hand, his mouth gaping open in shock as he took in Draco Malfoy. Draco smirked and his sharp gaze quickly danced down to Harry's hands before locking onto his eyes. "Bend over and I'll give you what you really want," he drawled. Harry let out a sigh. "Finally."

[virtuallola]

A little something I wrote for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server word game.

The word I had to use was penguin. Word count: 227.

Draco looked at the orange lump. No, not the Weasley lump back at base—Potter. Harry. Chosen One. Saviour turned hare-brained Antarctic explorer. Honestly, what business did they have bringing magic to orcas and penguins? What earthly advantage could there be to claiming this territory a magical safe space?

The frigid winds were made up of nothing but snowflakes and air, but they burned nonetheless. Wiping away the snow from his goggles, when Draco’s vision cleared, all he saw was the vague orange shape of Potter’s arse through his snowsuit.

Currently, Draco only knew one thing for sure—he’d lost his marbles. He’d actually volunteered to come and accompany Potter after Weasley had been laid out with some sort of malady.

Potter finished casting whatever useless—because honestly, who would even bother coming here—Barrier Spell the Ministry had asked for and then turned to look at Draco.

Fuck.

Instantly, Draco’s ire melted away. Those bright and excited green eyes were why he’d said yes to replace Weasley.

Not to mention, Potter—little radiator that he was—joined Draco in his bunk each night to keep him warm.

And oh, the way he moaned got Draco’s blood boiling.

Suddenly, Draco was too hot. He licked his lips and smiled. “Come on, snow bunny. I’ve got a new mission for you.”

Harry laughed and held out his hand.

[maevikwrites]

Okay, but the fact there’s not enough Omegaverse fanfics where Draco is an alpha is forcing me to write an Omegaverse fanfic where Draco is an alpha

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Harry had a nice dream

He had decided to make the most of the feeling of peace and went to bed early, hoping to sleep off everything that worry had stolen from him over the past weeks.

That was where the problem began.

His dream started without clear images.

Just sensations.

A hand sliding over his stomach. Long, soft fingers tracing slow paths across his skin.

Harry had exhaled in the dim space of his mind, turning his body toward that source of warmth.

Then came the weight. The pressure of someone over him, knees on either side of his hips, and warm breath close to his ear.

The person's face had no prominence in the dream, and it didn't seem to bother him, because his subconscious didn't need anything more than to recognise the presence that surrounded him entirely.

Lips found his neck in a slow kiss.

Then another.

And another.

Harry had gasped, arching upward, searching for more contact. His hands rose on their own, finding a back, shoulders, a neck. Then hair.

What a silky sensation it left between his fingers.

"Yes… keep going." He'd breathed in the dream, lifting his hips with need.

The kisses became more urgent. The hands, bolder. Everything was blurred, hazy. The only things that felt clear were the heat and the need.

He was close. So close. The whole world had narrowed down to that body above him, to that shared breath, to that rhythm building between them.

"Dra-"

The syllable escaped his lips before he could stop it.

His eyes had snapped open. He was fully awake now, and he became immediately aware of the discomfort of his pyjamas.

Dra?

No.

It was just… the most immediate focal point his mind had latched onto.

Nothing more.

He had swallowed and shifted with discomfort, ruthlessly ignoring the pressure where the pyjamas pressed against him.

He was not going to feed that thought.

And so that was what had brought him to this point.

If Harry hadn't approached Draco these past few days, it was because he couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling of being caught reading something he shouldn't—like the copy of Wicked Wenches that Seamus hid under his mattress—every time Draco met his eyes, even across an enormous physical distance.

Redemption of the Blood on Ao3

Read chapter 17 here

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Okay, but what if Draco had a handkerchief?

“Let me see your hand.” Draco said, reaching out and tugging gently at Harry’s sleeve. He drew his wand with his other hand and pointed it directly at the wound. “Tersio Sanguinem.”

It didn’t heal, but it stopped seeping. Then, Draco reached into his pocket and withdrew a small linen handkerchief, wrapping it carefully around the wound.

“The scar won’t disappear. But at least you won’t be leaving a trail.”

“Thank you.”

Draco shrugged. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“No?”

“I did it for myself. It would’ve been kind of annoying if you got broken before you managed to learn Occlumency. Besides, blood red is a terrible colour on you.”

Harry let out a laugh he hadn’t expected. “It doesn’t suit me?”

Draco shook his head, wrinkling his nose faintly. “Gryffindor red almost makes you look passable, but you still act like a typical Gryffindor who never thinks before acting. It seems like you enjoy irritating me with your complete ignorance of colour theory, and bathing in your own blood every chance you get. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen you commit this visual crime.”

Harry raised his eyebrows and tilted his head. “So you watch me often?”

Redemption of the Blood on Ao3

Read Chapter 15 here

[maevikwrites]

Hear me out: ✨handkerchiefs✨

Redemption of the Blood on Ao3

Read Chapter 15 here

[maevikwrites]

FINALLY 😭♥️

Redepmtion of the Blood on Ao3

Read chapter 16 here