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New Fic: From Frost to Flame
Check out my new Fic on AO3: The only thing colder than the Ministry archives is Draco Malfoy—Veela, dying, and Harry Potter's accidental soulmate. The cure requires proximity. If only Harry knew he was the cure.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86627946/chapters/229248416
You Will Find Me | Chapter 1
Summary: Decades after the war, Draco has moved on. Started over. His town is small, tight-knit, accepting, and they know nothing about his past or his family name. It's perfect. It's home. On the good days he might even consider himself happy, fulfilled.
And then Harry Potter is across the room, and Draco wonders if he's been fooling himself.
A/N: I've been working on this for a long long time and I'm so excited to finally share it. This has a lot of my heart in it.
Updates will be every Friday!
Draco finding Harry in the Astronomy Tower about to end his life, saving him, convincing him that there's other ways, he doesn't have to do this.
Harry letting himself open up with Draco, allowing himself to cry, be angry, be resentful, and Draco just being there and holding him through it.
In the days and weeks that follow, Draco tries to take care of Harry, talk with him, let him know he's not alone.
He eventually convinces him to go see a professional. And as life goes on, and as struggles come and go, they fall in love without noticing it.
And this guys is Fastidious on ao3.
The Cat Conspiracy
The first time, Harry found the silver tabby on his windowsill and assumed it was a stray. The second time, it was eating his toast. By the third time—at 3 AM, standing on his chest and meowing directly into his face—Harry started realized he had a problem.
He tracked the collar to Malfoy Manor. Draco answered the door in silk pajamas, hair mussed, looking like sin and irritation combined.
"Your cat," Harry said, holding up the offending feline, "is stalking me."
Draco's eyes dropped to Harry's bare chest and lingered, he'd thrown on jeans but nothing else. "Mrs. Whiskers has standards."
"She broke into my flat. Three times. She's learned Alohomora."
"Impossible."
"She also ate my leftover curry."
"Ah." Draco stepped closer, invading Harry's space to scratch behind the cat's ears. His knuckles brushed Harry's collarbone. "That explains the vomiting."
Harry's throat went dry. "Right."
They stared at each other. The cat purred, kneading Harry's shoulder, but neither of them looked at her.
"She likes you," Draco said, voice lower than before.
"Apparently."
"Ridiculous." Draco didn't step back. His gaze dropped to Harry's mouth, then snapped back up. "You're insufferable. Messy hair. Terrible eating habits. Hero complex."
"And yet," Harry breathed, "here we are."
Draco's jaw tightened. His hand was still hovering near Harry's neck. "Here we are. At 3 AM."
"With a cat."
"With my cat," Draco corrected, but he didn't sound angry. He sounded wrecked.
Harry leaned in, just slightly. "Draco."
"Don't." But he wasn't moving away. "Don't say my name like that."
"Like what?"
"Like you mean it."
Harry reached up, fingers brushing Draco's wrist. "I do."
Draco made a sound—half laugh, half despair. "This is mad."
"Probably."
"She's going to do it again. Break into your flat. Eat your food."
"Then I suppose," Harry said, "you'll have to keep coming to retrieve her."
Draco's eyes darkened. "Is that an invitation?"
"It's a standing appointment."
"Potter—"
"Harry."
Draco swallowed. "Harry. Would you like some tea?"
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
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
Fic Complete! Harry Potter and The Truth Unveiled
Chapters 18 and 19 posted today! The third installment of this series is finally complete! Go check it out on AO3!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter three to my drarry-raising-teddy fic, Murphy’s Law, is out on ao3!!
not being very creative with my promotion here BUT YK WHATEVERRRRR
the link can be found here !!
updates will be every two weeks on a Sunday!!
summary:
It had been rather ingrained in Harry’s mind that peace couldn’t last forever. Everything was shifting, changing, in a constant state of movement, and peace kept true to that. But he’d hoped it would last a little longer than eight years.
When Andromeda dies, leaving no guardianship over Teddy, Harry finds himself against Draco Malfoy as the only other eligible – and more than happy, apparently – carer. But when neither one is willing to leave the metamorphagus behind, of course, they reach the only logical conclusion. Because whatever can happen, will.
Run away. To Harry’s home. In Wales. By the beach. And co-parent. With Draco bloody Malfoy.
Together.
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So far this fic has been sooo fun to write, and it's been a very comforting one too. There aren't any archive warnings that apply, and it's rated Teen and Up (mainly due to swearing.) It's set in summer, eight/nine years past the war, epilogue what epilogue, and I'm excited to share it !!
psst.... there's now a playlist! it's linked in the fic notes!
Lmk if you have any questions <33
