#drarry smut

[aviaryauthor]

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

Rating: Explicit

Words: 18.351

Harry felt another twang in his stomach. "Wait, I have to like them too? But I don't even fancy blokes? How would I know which ones are fit, Gin? It's not like I walk around tallying which ones I would hypothetically jump, in case I ever needed a list!"

"Why does it matter if they're fit, if the whole ordeal is fake?" Dean spoke up from his seat next to Harry. "That guy looks like an actual ogre — you should like him!"

Harry thought about it. It didn't matter, of course, he wasn't gay. He could like an ogre or two on Grindr in the name of good fun.

🔥🔥🔥

Or: There's countless reasons for someone to be on a gay dating app, besides actually being gay. Everyone knows that.

[caffeinefics]

Am I hallucinating or did the entire lpk series by the CoffeeDragon87 disappear from ao3?

I searched under works, series etc. On their profile, it's missing... I usually find it by going under sub draco tag sorting by word count and LPK 1 is the first fic on the page/list.

Where has my comfort fic gone :(((

[dalidahmer]

Malfoy taught Harry more spells than he'd ever learned at Hogwarts.

Harry was impressed.

At first.

Malfoy could perform every single one silently. Several without a wand—like it was a simple Lumos.

Harry lay on his back next to him, wrapping Malfoy in his arms.

He had a bad feeling in his stomach.

"Where the fuck did you learn all that?" his voice pitched higher and he winced internally.

Malfoy accio'd his cigarettes and shrugged. He pulled a green fag out with his teeth.

Harry lit it with his wand.

"Another one of your secrets, then?" he said more sharply than he meant.

Malfoy dropped his head with a sharp breath through his nose.

Harry kissed him apologetically. "Sorry."

"It's alright." Draco breathed out. Harry got smoke in his mouth.

It smelled and tasted exactly like an apple tart.

Malfoy started to gather his robes.

Harry frowned. Malfoy could never get out of there fast enough.

They never said they were exclusive. But Harry hated knowing Malfoy had places to be.

He wanted Malfoy to need this as much as Harry did.

"You know..." Harry hesitated.

"I don't want this to be one-sided."

Malfoy looked at him, pulled his belt tight, and punched a new hole.

"Trust me, Potter. It’s not."

Harry hooked Malfoy's palm with his index finger and gently pulled him back by his hand.

"I know what it’s like when the past won’t leave you alone."

Malfoy flinched, eyes darting away. "I have to go, Potter."

Harry grabbed his arm.

"Wait."

Malfoy looked at him.

"If you ever need to talk—" he still thought he should say.

Malfoy laughed and groaned at the same time. He laid his head on Harry’s shoulder.

He put two fingers under Harry's jaw and kissed him.

"I’ve got to go." They locked eyes for too long, Malfoy brushed Harry's lips with his thumb.

"My mates are asking a lot of questions."

"Ron and Hermione are, too." Harry winced. "I want to meet you at lunch, but I promised them we’d do something."

"I understand." Malfoy waved it off. "We’ve been at this for a month. It’s not going to be every day forever."

Harry went quiet. He hoped Draco would be disappointed.

Malfoy looked at him guiltily. Harry thought he saw a flash of fear.

"Sorry it was late tonight, Blaise had a birthday party. If you want me to—"

Harry winced at himself. That made him feel guilty.

"No, it's fine," he lied. "I don't mean to... pressure you."

Harry rubbed his arm self-soothingly. That didn't feel like it described him right.

"I'm completely addicted to this," Harry sighed.

"Of course you are," Malfoy said fondly, pecking his lips. "Meet me after lunch Sunday. I only taught you half the spells I know."

Malfoy winked like it was cute.

It felt like Harry's body was turning to stone.

Harry couldn't argue with the feeling in his gut anymore.

"There can’t possibly be anything else."

Malfoy laughed mirthlessly.

"There are more sex spells than there are for healing."

Harry blinked. That… didn’t feel like a joke.

"Really?" It came out like he forgot how to speak.

"The wizarding world is sick." Draco sneered with more disdain than Harry ever used for "mudblood."

Harry's alert system finally overrode his boner and sounded off every alarm in his head.

Malfoy's face flicked with fear again.

He cleared his throat, and forced a half-smile that didn't stick.

"Leaves some fun stuff to play with," he said quickly, rocking Harry's knee in his hand.

Harry didn't blink. His lips were pressed tight.

"Silver linings," Malfoy muttered like he was evading a charge.

Malfoy pecked Harry's lips and pulled back smiling like nothing happened.

One look at Harry's face killed it.

He hung his head and muttered gibberish in the exact same manner Harry used to get away from Ron.

"Malfoy."

"Hmm?" He didn't look at Harry.

"Seriously." Harry’s voice sharpened. "Did you learn those in a book or something?"

"Yeah," Malfoy said flatly. He ripped the door open and left still doing up his trousers.

Silenced rushed in behind the door.

Harry watched long after Malfoy slipped through it.

If that wasn't a cry for help—Harry didn't know what one was.

No more waiting for answers. Harry had to see Hermione.

Either something terrible had happened to him… or he was fucking someone else.

Harry's chest got tighter than it should have.

He hated himself for it, but he kept hoping he wasn't seeing anyone else.

He had to find Hermione.

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/75634451/chapters/197890766#workskin

[dalidahmer]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/75634451/chapters/197794281

One night turned into another. Then another.

By the end of the week—they flew notes to each other between classes when they were available.

Harry hadn't had a nightmare since it started.

"Move to your right a bit." "Harder." "Break for a minute?"

These were the only verbal exchanges they had since this started.

He snaked one arm around Malfoy's back and supported his head with his other hand.

Malfoy's face melted. So did Harry's.

They rolled off of each other, panting heavily.

Malfoy sat upright and the mattress deflated back into his robes.

Harry liked how Draco put on his boxers immediately and only fixed his hair and face.

He was staring.

Malfoy looked at him with a face that asked, 'what?'

"Don’t you think it’s weird we haven’t talked about it?"

Malfoy's head fell back with a dramatic groan.

"You ruined it, Potter!" He pouted, circling Harry's chest with his finger. "We had such a good thing going."

A thought struck Harry that made him shudder.

"Who scratched your arm third year?"

Malfoy curled his lip, one eye squinted.

"Your ogres parrot?"

Harry tossed Malfoy's tie back to him.

Malfoy caught it and wrapped it around Harry's neck.

"Oh I see." He pulled Harry in like a bull. "You got me!"

He licked Harry's cheek.

"It's me, Weasley. I've always loved you, but I had to disguise myself as someone you'd bum—"

Harry snorted and shoved Malfoy roughly.

"Are there a lot? Blokes I mean?"

Malfoy groaned, laughing at the same time into Harry's shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up, Potter!" He bit him playfully.

Harry rubbed the spot.

"I'm not saying get 'serious', but I'd prefer it if we were friends."

"Potter..." Malfoy looked at Harry from under his brow.

"You don't need me mucking up your glory right now."

He cupped Harry's cheek, stroking his thumb like he was erasing chalk.

Harry exhaled.

"I'm not walking back into that castle wondering what the fuck this is."

Malfoy dropped his head, his bangs fell over his eyes.

"I don't fucking know! I'm in the same boat."

"Malfoy," Harry sighed. "I'm kind of risking my whole reputation."

"So am I!" he shot back.

Harry looked at him. "Am I helping you spite daddy? Is that what this is?"

Malfoy smirked. "You mean you or Lucius?"

Harry couldn't help but laugh. He pulled him back into another kiss.

It went on longer than they had time for.

"Mm—" Malfoy broke away. "We gotta go, we'll get questions."

He smoothed his hair back and slipped out of the door adjusting his collar.

They took turns on who had to stay back an extra thirty minutes.

Harry made himself comfortable on the counter.

Thirty more minutes, and he'd go be Harry Potter again.

[ipickclsrk]

Hi!

i would just like to ask you guys to request some things you’d like me to write! if you’re into something i haven’t written down that’s okay! i could research it or you could give me some details about it!

here are some fandoms/characters that i’m more than happy to write about:

Superbat

Superman/Clark Kent

Batman/Bruce Wayne

Stranger things

Byler

Steddie

Lumax

Interview with the Vampire

Claudia de pointe du lac

Loustat

Loumand

Daryl Dixon x Reader (male/female/ gender neutral)

Peeta Mellark

EverLark

Finnick Odair

Lex Luthor (if truly wanted)

Jegulus

Jegulily

Jilly

Marauders

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

SamBucky (Bam)

+ the tags down below!

[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 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.

[maxessence]

So a while ago, I started writing a Drarry one shot, it was supposed to be a ficlet... BUT the Drarry brainrot devoured my soul.

So I present you : Never letting you go

It's 9k words, mostly fluff with an unplanned smut scene.

I was inspired by this magnificent artwork by @the-forbidden-forest

Harry gets close to losing Draco during a mission, and he confesses right before Draco passes out. When Draco wakes up, he can still hear Harry's last words and now has a mission: confessing in return. As we know, Draco is emotionally impaired, so it's a hard task that will lead to a tiny bit of drama (of course).