#drarry slowburn

[thegatheringdust]

i’m super self-critical and sometimes i hate my own writing but also sometimes i reread my work and i’m like you know what actually… i kinda ate with that 🤔

(from echoing green if anyone is curious)

[none-pet]

Draco Malfoy and… how doing things again may cause headaches.

... Or how Harry had his gay awakening. _______________________________________________ Little snippet from my Fic - Part 4 Draco Malfoy and… how doing things again may cause headaches. Chapter 6 _______________________________________________

The Abraxas horses came into view and the Beauxbatons delegation soon came out of the carriage. All clad in those flimsy and elegant blue robes that, for some reason, had Harry imagining Draco on. He was sure the blonde would look stunning in them, he was just as pretty as Fleur and Draco had long legs - Harry was pretty sure that pants cut would look amazing on him… Wait, what?

He almost missed the Drumstrang entrance, shocked by his own musings, but the excited pack of children - and Ron’s insistent chatter  - got him out of his thoughts. 

The ship’s mast was cutting through the lake’s surface, showing itself in its grandeur.

Better suited for winter, the Drumstrang students came out and showed their red uniforms with no little amount of pride - giving Harry another unwanted mental image of Draco on foreign school uniforms that he pushed back as he was herded inside for supper.

He mostly ignored Ron and Hermione’s bickering, as his mind was reeling. 

What the fuck?

In an objective standpoint, Harry was aware that Draco was beautiful - in that somewhat androgynous fashion where depending on what he was wearing could look both pretty and/or handsome - but his thoughts of it were just observations - not actually opinions.

Was he attracted to Draco? Romantically? Perhaps sexually?

No, that was dumb… right?

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Hope YOU LIKE IT!

[thesleepiesthufflepuff]

Home is Where the Hurt is chapter 26 is up! Only one or two more chapters before it’s done :( 

Rating: Teen

Summary: Draco finds himself floating through life, each day as miserable as the next. Six months have passed since the battle of Hogwarts, and Draco is consumed by the repercussions. As he tries to figure out what to do with his exhausting life, Draco's path crosses with his most hated enemy, Harry Potter. Through a slow process of feeling bitterness, resentment, and fear, both Draco and Harry somehow find a way to move on together in forgiveness, kindness, and recovery.

[the-fandom-life-666]

On a mad Drarry fic binge so if anyone has any faves they wanna send me feel free especially if they're painful slowburns with smushy endings thanks.

[thegatheringdust]

✩ For What Is Broken - Chapter 10

drarry | explicit | 44k+ words (ongoing) | enemies to lovers | slow burn | auror harry & magical antique repairer draco

Under the fluorescent lights, Malfoy’s hair was almost white, his skin washed out. More human than Harry was used to seeing him, but still beautiful. “This is the sort of establishment you frequent, I assume?” Malfoy asked, looking around the small chip shop.

Harry gave a noncommittal shrug, chewing. “I s’pose.” He swallowed. “It’s easy. Cheap.”

“I don’t see why that would matter. You’re rich.” The blunt response almost made Harry laugh, though he didn’t bother to deny it. “You take your dates here often?”

Something in his tone caught Harry’s attention. Malfoy wasn’t looking at him, focused instead on selecting another chip with the preferred ratio of sauce, his nonchalance forced. Malfoy cared about the answer to this question, Harry realised, though he didn’t want to show it.

“No.” Harry waited until Malfoy met his gaze before he clarified, “I don’t go on very many dates.”

[thegatheringdust]

✩ For What Is Broken - Chapter 6

drarry | explicit | 23k+ words (ongoing) | enemies to lovers | slow burn | auror harry & magical antique repairer draco

Harry felt a bizarre sense of déjà vu. “What are you doing here?”

He had not caved in to the desire to reach out to Malfoy again. That night he had summoned Malfoy to his flat had been a one-time mistake, born of solitude and poor impulse control. They had done nothing more than fall asleep on the sofa together, and yet even that seemed unbearably intimate. He didn’t want Malfoy in his personal space, didn’t want Malfoy to see him vulnerable like that.

He didn’t want to want anything from Malfoy.

But Malfoy was here, at his door, and Harry was not turning him away.

[thegatheringdust]

✩ For What Is Broken - Chapter 9

drarry | explicit | 41k+ words (ongoing) | enemies to lovers | slow burn | auror harry & magical antique repairer draco

“Do you want to talk about it?” Malfoy asked.

Somewhere in the pond, a frog jumped, sending ripples across the surface. “About what?”

Malfoy gestured with his hand. Harry saw its pale movement out of the corner of his eye, white against the background of nocturnal greens. “Whatever reason you’ve left your party to stand out here alone.”

“It’s not my party,” Harry said. The distinction felt important.

He sensed more than saw Malfoy’s shrug. “Weasley and Granger’s party. Same difference.”

“No.” The word echoed off the water. “It’s not.”

This seemed to catch Malfoy’s attention. He shifted, half-turned towards Harry now. Though Harry could not bring himself to face him, he was near enough that Harry could discern the contours of his nose and jaw, and clear enough in Harry’s mind that he knew the shine of his eyes without even looking.

[thegatheringdust]

✩ For What Is Broken - Chapter 8

drarry | explicit | 35k words (ongoing) | enemies to lovers | slow burn | auror harry & magical antique repairer draco

“What if I had been sleeping?” Draco drawled as soon as he apparated into Potter’s living room. The place looked as sad as ever, minus the faint glimmer of silver on the coffee table as a fish darted out of sight behind the fronds of a water fern, startled by Draco’s sudden appearance.

“Then I guess I would have woken you,” Potter said, unsympathetic. He stood near the arm of the sofa, as if he had been waiting for Draco to arrive. “And you still would have come.”

Draco lifted a brow. “You sound awfully confident about that.”

Potter took a step towards him. Something dark glimmered in his eyes, not quite as feral as when he had shown up at the shop to confront Draco, but dangerous, nonetheless. The careful lines of a razorblade rather than the jagged edge of shredded steel. “You’re here, aren’t you?”