Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Idea of Being in Love by @isthisselfcare
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Rating: Explicit
Length: 199,548 words
I had to kick off my new fic rec blog with my absolute FAVORITE Dramione fic of all time. Seriously. I've read some incredible fics but I'm still waiting for one to beat how amazing this one was.
Hermione is a Healer doing dangerous but important research. Draco is the Auror assigned to protect her. Shenanigans ensue.
This fic has some of the best characterization of Draco that I've ever read. The banter and the slow burn is top-tier. Truly a work of art.
The latest piece of art created especially for Out of Time!
GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!
Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.
It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.
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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag.
Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle.
Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot.
Still to come: ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.
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written for the lovely @leydileyla who offered me this absolute gem of a prompt that I simply couldn't pass up
hope you enjoy hon :DD
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You were really starting to feel the buzz of the Butterbeers a few hours into the Interhouse party that was thrown for all the returning eighth years. You're such a horrible lightweight, Butterbeer is just vaguely alcoholic, if at all. It warmed you up and left a pleasant tingle in its wake. Just enough to let the music and lights around you blur and blend, to ripple against your skin and soothe. The smell of the ale cookies served at various tables scattered around the one conjoined common room for all the Houses now wafted through the thick, cloying air, between meandering bodies of various dancing students, all the scents making your head spin from where you were sitting at the little makeshift bar.
The party's been wilding on way past curfew but no teachers arrived to interrupt you yet so it was fair game. Everything felt so liquid and pleasant, the atmosphere sticking to your slick skin, the warmth and haze prickling at the back of your neck.
Gods you needed a shower. Perhaps you might sneak away to have a quick one? The party showed no signs of slowing down and you were drained.
As you pushed away from the bar, colors still swimming before your eyes from all the sparkle and decorative banners strung up everywhere, you felt a shiver run down your spine.
You felt eyes on you.
Turning about to find the possible culprit, you registered a flash of platinum blonde hair in a darkened corner and the piercing glow of silver eyes lingering on you.
Draco.
A chuckle rumbled from your chest as you allowed yourself a moment to revel in his gaze before melding into the throng of people, sliding between them, trying to remember whether your dorm was the door on the left or the right upstairs. It wouldn't do to barge into someone else's dormroom.
As you made your way along you still felt pins and needles in your back, as if someone was keeping pace with you. Goodness, that was incredibly paranoid, wasn't it? You vowed to yourself to never drink Butterbeer again. Even slightly tipsy you were a disaster.
Finally you got through everyone and into the quieter part of the room, where all the dorms were. There were only a few people milling about there, stumbling off to their rooms with whoever they pulled or to retch or simply pass out.
The beat of the music was muffled here, no longer a steady, beating ebb flowing through your skull, now more resembling a foggy memory. It was easier to think, to breathe. You've never been much of a party animal, but this one was important. It celebrated unity and the war being over, it celebrated those who lived and fought. It mattered to attend. After Hogwarts rebuilt and reopened, the first thing that changed was the system of the four houses, headmistress McGonagall had dismantled it entirely after witnessing how horrific segregation could be.
Everyone was thrown in one mixing pot, which had been strange at first, but throwing a party like this really helped scrub out the imaginary lines in the sand everyone had drawn between themselves.
Speaking of scrubbing, you finally arrived to your dorm and basically collapsed through the door in your quest for a shower. Where was the bathroom door again? Ah right, over there, of course.
You slipped through, the bright Lumos having you squint for a second while your eyes adjusted from the dim haze of downstairs to the sparkling clean of tile.
Right. You closed the door behind you and began to undress, your clothes peeling away from the sweat plastered all over you from all the vigorous dancing you'd done.
As you kicked off your shoes and set your bare feet on the cold floor, a distinct icy chill ran up your legs and through the rest of you, shivering away the brittle buzz you'd worked up, cooling you down.
Once your clothes were a discarded pile on the floor, you stepped into the shower and pulled the fogged glass door shut, fiddling with the taps before a spray of warm water finally hit your face and shoulders.
What a relief.
You began to scrub and lather yourself up, cleaning off the night with the water sluicing down your skin, your mind starting to wander as you relaxed into the moment more. Warm showers were a treasure.
Draco was staring at you back there. For a brief second you made eye contact before you left. Did that mean something? You felt silly for wanting to know but that boy has occupied the vacant spaces of your heart for far too long now, and you couldn't help but hope that his intense, focused gaze meant something more.
As you began washing your hair, a knock on the door startled you out of your skin. You almost poured shampoo into your eyes for heaven's sake!
"Um—occupied?" you yelled out, hoping to be heard over the gush of water. If someone needed the bathroom urgently then they could come in to use it, it's not as if anyone would see you in your birthday suit, but if it wasn't urgent then they could find another one.
"Ahh, Y/N, it's—uh, it's me! I was just wondering if you were okay?" a familiar voice from the other side of the door spoke up.
You knew that voice. It was so familiar. Who—
You felt every bit of you freeze as your brain spat out the answer for you.
Draco. It was Draco.
Checking up on you.
What should you do now? Your heart began hammering away quicker, this was hardly the time or place to flirt or attempt seduction and—
Well. As you considered the statement that just flittered through your mind you found it not entirely true.
You were naked after all, naked and wet. What more perfect scenario for seduction did there exist?
"I'm okay Draco, um—you can come in?" you yelled back, lips stretching into a smile. Technically he shouldn't be here at all, seeing as these were girls quarters and all, but if he's been invited it shouldn't be too much of an issue. If he accepted, that was.
There was silence for a few beats, the moment dragging on, you almost thought you'd scared him off, but then—
The soft, distinct click of the door being opened and shut.
Bingo.
Now, how exactly would you do this? You supposed you could ask him to get you a towel when you were done, and let him have a glimpse.
Merlin it sounded corny as all fuck, but you were prepared to do what it takes.
Until then though, you supposed you should talk about anything, keep the atmosphere up.
You could just barely make out his tall, foggy outline through the sliding glass of the shower, and you watched him move to sit down on the toilet seat.
Wait a second—if you could partly see him, did that mean he could partly see you too?
That was even more perfect.
"Hi Draco, you like the party?" you threw out the question casually, hoping to lessen the strangeness of the situation. You and him were friends, well, acquaintances more so, so it's not as if you've never spoken berore, but still. This was way different from any interaction youve had prior. "Thank you for checking up on me."
"Ahh ahem—no problem Y/N, you seemed a little tipsy back there so I uh—I thought you might—Well yea." he stumbled through his words, hardly even finishing the sentence properly.
That was—quite uncharacteristic of Draco Malfoy. He was always the one with the silver tongue, the sharp remark, had a comment to spare for anything, and to hear him stutter and hiccup his way through speaking as if he were a nervous school girl talking to her crush was very new and strange.
You'd be lying if you said it wasn't endearing as all hell though.
You could have a lot of fun with this.
"I see I see. I did build a bit of a buzz but nowhere near as bad as some of the other characters around this place. I mean, did you see Zabini strip his shirt off and then dance on the tables? Goodness." you simply continued along, as if this were a casual conversation and you weren't naked and washing out your hair.
"Haha, yeah, yes, Blaise will have one hell of a hangover tomorrow." Draco chuckled, though it sounded breathy and rough, somehow.
You were almost done now.
"Parvati will too, say, could you brew a vial of that potion of yours, for hangovers, for her? She's my roommate and I loathe to hear her whining tomorrow. You're the best at it, after all." You let your voice linger above the spray.
This time, Draco audibly spluttered and you saw a flurry of blurred movement, which eased a laugh past your lips.
"Um—yea, of—of course. I can do that. Um, Y/N isn't this—I don't know, a little strange?"
He sounded so thoroughly flustered, which really got you hoping. The stares, checking up on you, doing you favors, getting flustered by the situation, hm.
Hm.
It was worth a shot anyhow, right?
Time for a new plan.
Another chuckle rattled through your ribs. This was insane.
You grabbed the handle of the door and slid it open just enough to lean your head through. You could finally get a good look at him. He was sitting on the toilet seet, his entire face splotched and flushed all down his neck, wringing his hands and bouncing his leg.
When he heard you slide the door open he turned his head abruptly and you heard his breath hitch as he got a look at your face and shoulder sticking out, his eyes sliding from your eyes to your lips, lower still, to your neck and collarbones and—then he remembered himself and turned away abruptly.
"I'm sorry! Oh Merlin, are you—are you done? Do you uh—need a towel or—?" He began to ramble all in one breath and you just continued smiling fondly at his turned back.
"Oh Draco, won't you come in here with me already?"
You held out your hand and patiently waited. You could imagine this would be quite a fallout.
Draco stood completely still when the words left your mouth. One minute, two minutes, three—
The water drying on your skin while more sprayed down had gooseflesh rising all over you. Still, you waited.
"Um—what?" Draco whimpered eventually, voice giving out on him at the end there.
"You heard me." you assurred him.
The hum of running water was the only sound bouncing off the walls again, the very faintest echo of music from downstairs lilting through the closed door.
Draco turned to face you again, he looked wrecked. Eyes wide and dark, his pupils basically swallowing the silver irises, hair disheveled, breath coming in gentle pants.
"You want—?" he mumbled, his voice betraying his own hope and eagerness.
"Yes. For a while." your own smile widened, and for a second a pang of anxiety struck you as you realized he was about to see you naked, but it all dissipated into pooling heat and want as you watched him slowly reach for the first button of his mint green button up shirt and slide it loose. His wide eyes never left yours and you watched the slight tremor in his fingertips as he freed every button, one by one, until his shirt opened and slid off his shoulders, fluttering to the floor.
God he's delicious. All lean, well defined Seeker's physique, the pale marble of his skin an endless expanse. You let your eyes wander, drink in the sight, slide across his chest and lower, over his taut abdomen, hanging up on the waistband of his pants. An outline pushed against the seams there, your mouth watering at the visible bulge.
"Me too." he mumbled, as if you needed any more proof or reassurance of his desire, his hand slowly reaching for his zipper now.
Oh what a lovely party it's been indeed and it was about to get so much better.
Anonymous asked: Hii, do you have anything where Draco is extremely protective of Harry?
Hi anon! Here you go! I hope these fulfil your requirement!
What’s in a name by TheDeadAreWalking [1k]
Summary:
People liked to think that after the war Draco had become soft as if the war had stripped him of everything that made a Slytherin.
They were wrong.
Read on AO3
Any Lifetime by Standinginmoonlight [2k]
Summary:
Draco Malfoy’s heart was full of Harry Potter.
Read on AO3
I Need A Hero by oldenuf2nb [2k]
Summary:
When Draco overhears someone hitting on his new husband, his reaction is just what Harry might have anticipated, and a good deal more.
Read on LJ
I’m Glad You Came (Because Otherwise It’d Have Cost You Your Ugly Mug) by EllaWinchester24 [3k]
Summary:
“I only came here to know when the new bed’s arriving. Just couldn’t remember the gosh darn date.”
Harry and Karkaroff stare. Draco merely looks back, an expression of polite expectation on his face.
“You mean you’re not here to… you’re not here to rescue me?” Harry asks, shock written in every feature.
An exaggerated expression of surprise takes over Draco’s face, “Not at all! I know you can take care of yourself, darling.”
Harry groans.
OR
The one where Harry is a precious baby who doesn’t thinks he needs protection (SPOILER ALERT: he does) and Karkaroff and his disgusting teeth kidnap him. But BAMF!Draco will mow down the person who dares to touch his fiance. Not without throwing a melodramatic bitchfit, though.
Read on AO3
How To Claim Your Oblivious Omega by dragontara [6k]
Summary:
Sometimes the best way to claim a Gryffindor as a mate is to challenge him.
Read on AO3
Darker Than You Think by Lomonaaeren [7k]
Summary:
Draco and Harry have been together for some time before Draco learns about the abuse Harry suffered at the hands of the Dursleys. Harry expected him to explode. But what he wants is to explode with Harry’s permission—and he’s perfectly willing to seduce that permission out of Harry if he doesn’t get it any other way.
Read on AO3 or FFN
Claimed by dragontara [8k]
Summary:
Harry is investigating a crime when he crashes right in the middle of the Veela mating party. Five Veelas are very interested in Harry and already have him cornered, when one surprisingly familiar person jumps in for a rescue. But if you thought it was difficult to get five Veela suitors off your back when they were only showing interest and trying to impress, try to deal with a fiercely protective and possessive Veela, who is determined to claim you and taking no for an answer.
Read on AO3
The Gift of Life by dragontara [13k]
Summary:
Harry had always wanted a family of his own. Now, after a drunken one night stand, he was going to get it, but it’d be nice to remember with whom he was getting it. Also, having a baby with a Veela was a much bigger challenge for Harry than he’d have ever thought possible.
After indulging Ron’s request to take their newly-founded relationship to the next level, Hermione finds herself pregnant just a month after the Battle of Hogwarts. In a post-war society where Pure and Half-blood babies are highly desired, she finds her best option for resolving her situation lies in the hands of the person she trusts least in the world: Draco Malfoy.
This fic is SO real and well-written that I had to rec it even though I'm not done reading it. The depiction of the way that the war has impacted both Draco and Hermione is very realistic and handled very well.
Draco and Harry were lovers once, their relationship had to end because Draco needed to carry on the Malfoy's name. Now that Harry needs him the most, Draco will fight for him and for their long lost love.
