#drarry getting together

[missmoonfrost]

I have a bed by @my-castles-crumbling

Drarry - 3k - rated E - post second wizarding war

Harry and Draco hate each other with a passion. They keep making bets just to mess with each other. Bets that somehow leads to them daring each other to make more and more intimate things... Hilarious and hot at the same time!

[stargazing-enby]

🏡 Grimmauld Place, Matchmaker Extraordinaire 🏡

(A Drarry memefic)

Number 12, Grimmauld Place demands a blood heir, and Harry and Draco have no choice but to comply. But as the house continues to wreak havoc after Draco moves in, they begin to wonder if a blood heir is truly what it wants...

Drarry | 120+ memes | Teen and Up | Sentient Grimmauld Place, Forced Cohabitation, Mutual Pining, Huddling for Warmth, Getting Together | Read on AO3

Excerpt (beginning):

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This story was created for the wonderful @veelawings for @hdowlpost. I'd like to thank @april-thelightfury115 for all the beta help and cheerleading, as well as the Owlpost mods for organising this amazing fest ❤️

You can find my other memefics in the tag #unleash the memes or on this AO3 series!

[stargazing-enby]

World's Worst Hangover (Drarry)

Written for @rei382 for the pride Secret Santa! 🌈 Thanks @april-thelightfury115 for betaing ❤️

Drarry (+background Ginsy) | 4k | Mature | Inspired by Friends (TV), includes Heartstopper references. Getting together, Mutual Pining, Drunken Marriage, Morning After.

Summary:

Harry and Draco get drunk-married in Vegas. The following morning, when they wake up naked and hungover in the same bed, Draco thinks everything is over. Luckily, Harry won't let him run away and pretend this never happened.

Excerpt:

Merlin, why had Draco been so reluctant to come to Vegas? Everything was alright. In fact, everything was perfect. He’d long lost count of the shots of whiskey he’d gulped down, and he was sitting on a comfortable stool at the club bar laughing his arse off watching Ginny sing Rihanna’s Umbrella from atop Blaise’s shoulders in the middle of the dance floor.

“I’m going to marry that woman,” Pansy declared, and Draco wheezed. He leaned heavily into her, eyes closed in drunken bliss.

“And I’m going to marry Harry,” he proclaimed. “Ha! Marry Harry. Marry… Harry. It rhymes if you say Harry with an American accent. Marry Harry.” He giggled madly. How had this never occurred to him?!

“I love it when you say my name,” a contented, deep voice said right by his side, and a shiver of pure want ran through Draco.

He straightened and looked right into Harry’s eyes.

“I thought you were Pansy,” he blabbered.

Harry silently pointed at the dance floor, where Pansy was striding toward Blaise and Ginny, brushing her hair with nervous fingers.

“Oh.”

“Looks like she’s planning on going through with it,” Harry slurred.

Draco blinked. “Huh?”

“Marrying Ginny.”

“Oh. Yeah. She should,” he said. “They’re meant for one another. They’re both so…”

He lost track of his own thoughts, and his mind wandered, getting lost in the way the lights at the club became blurry at the corners of his vision.

“Are you?” Harry asked suddenly.

“Huh?” Draco repeated.

“Going through with it.”

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