#drarry ao3

[nightshadelaurel]

someone else has probably mentioned it before, but i would’ve LOVED IT if in Half-Blood Prince, Draco did cast the Cruciatus spell on Harry.

Because in order for the spell to work, you have to MEAN IT.

And I bet a million dollars that Draco did not mean it at all.

So it would’ve been hilarious if the spell didn’t work. If harry closed his eyes, braced himself for the pain, and it never came.

And draco would look at himself in shame and understanding, knowing damn well that he doesn’t want to see Harry get hurt.

Lovely.

[queenautavia]

“That was so good.” I said after I finished my 300th Drarry fanfic.

I will never be over them

[maevikwrites]

Now, let us explore Harry smelling amortentia

The professor moved a couple of steps forward. “And you, m'boy?”

Harry inhaled, curious. The scent wrapped around him at once, warm and persistent. “Green apple,” he began, without thinking. “Freshly cut. Parchment, rain… and orange blossom.”

Slughorn gave a small, pleased clap of his fingertips, careful not to spill the vial. “Excellent. What evocative combinations!” He returned to the front of the classroom and held the flask aloft. “This, my students, is Amortentia.” He announced at last. “The most powerful love potion in existence. It does not create true love, of course, but it generates a very convincing sensation, and very dangerous, obsession, if administered carelessly.”

Several students straightened in their seats. Others let out nervous laughter.

“Each person smells within it what they find most attractive.” Slughorn continued. “What they most desire. What is most… irresistible to them.”

Something shifted in Harry’s stomach.

Green apple. Parchment. Rain. Orange blossom.

It wasn’t a new scent.

He frowned, trying to recall where he’d first encountered that combination, and the memory arrived with such force that he threw up his Occlumency shields on pure instinct.

A warm room at the Burrow. Draco asleep on his side, hair dishevelled, no cologne, his breathing slow and even. The scent on the pillow. On the sheets.

He looked up, almost involuntarily.

And found Draco’s eyes already on his.

They know.

Redemption of the Blood part 2: The Last Heir on Ao3

Read chapter 5 here

[m4tt13w0rld]

drarry fic where draco malfoy can cast a patronus, but pretends he can't because it matches harry's. what happens when he actually has to use it?

[morena-enla-luna]

I'm a sucker for any drarry fanfic that has the micro-trope of: "When I was brought to the manor, why didn't you tell them it was me? You knew it was me, Draco."

I eat it EVERY. FUCKING. TIME.

[scruppofficial]

Just an idea that came to me at 4 AM but I actually kinda like it. Should I continue this?

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Harry pulls away from the kiss and Draco wastes no time in moving his lips down to brush along the brunette’s jaw, “Dray?” He asks, “How much longer do we have to keep this up?”

“Hmm?” Draco hums in question; his lips tickle against Harry’s skin.

He mouths down Harry’s neck - nipping, sucking and kissing as Harry stutters out, “this whole ~ah~ m-mortal e-enemies charade?” He huffs out a breath as Draco sucks and bites that sweet spot where his neck and shoulder meet. The other boy’s teeth scraping his skin followed by a hot tongue, soothing the sting. Harry’s heart flutters at the thought of seeing Draco’s mark on himself later.

“Ah~ Draco…” He groans, trying to elicit a response from the blonde.

“Shh…”

“But-“

“I said,” Draco pauses to nip the shell of Harry’s ear and Harry shivers, “hush,” and then Draco’s lips are on his again. Obviously unwilling to have any kind of conversation.

He wants to know Draco’s response, he swears he does, but when the man of your dreams is kissing you like his life depends on it while also sliding his hands up your body to hook into your tie… your mind kinda goes blank.

Realistically it’s toxic, it always has been with them, but Harry still wants it. MERLIN does he want it. Anything and everything Draco will give him, and at this moment? With the other boy’s hands now working to undo his cloak? He no longer cares.

Harry - throwing all caution to the wind - deepens the kiss and without breaking away, grabs the blonde’s thighs to hoist him up onto the desk. He slots himself in between Draco’s legs to press closer into his heat. This is all so wrong, but it feels so, so right.

[forevrfictionx]

Draco thinking he will only be gone for a few minutes. Meanwhile Harry...

for my fanfiction, They Chose Ravenclaw on Ao3. Chapter 10 update.

[queeriousdragon]

When I crack open a drarry fanfic but instead of intrinsic spellbinding soulmates peculiar magical workplaces enemies to friends to lovers powerful rugged sassy harry posh classy remorseful draco found family slow burn idiots in love subconscious past crush/obsession at hogwarts, I get gary stu alpha male malfoy lobotomized harry with the author glazing draco every nanosecond while implying that harry is a stupid ahh chud that wouldn't have accomplished anything without Hermione insta love quick pace micharacterisation with every coming line out of a subject's mouth.