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The Pure and Simple Truth by @letteredlettered (65k, T)

“No.” Blaise slid his figtini glass to the side. “He thinks Hermione should be Minister. He thinks that you should be Chief Warlock, on the Wizengamot; he thinks that Mr Weasley should be Head Auror. He thinks that I should head the Department of International Magical Cooperation. This is his vision of the future. Two decades, he says.” “That’s . . . ambitious,” said Harry. “He’s always been ambitious,” said Blaise. “So have I, but not at all in the same way. He is high-minded, our Draco.” “What’s he going to be?” Blaise raised a brow. “Pardon?” “You said he says Hermione should be Minister, and all those other things. What does Malfoy think he should be?” There was something much like pity in Blaise’s eyes. “He thinks he should never, ever be forgiven for the things he’s done.” Harry felt ill. “That’s not fair.” “When has Draco ever been fair?” “I meant―” Harry swallowed hard. “That’s not right.” Blaise looked more pitying still. “When has Draco ever been right?”

(rec by @garagepaperback)

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The Exhale - orphan account (7.5k, T)

The window over the stove is open. He can hear Ron talking excitedly and Rose laughing outside, can hear Hermione humming softly to herself as she turns the pages of her paper. He takes a sip of coffee; it's warm on his tongue, a soft comfort in his stomach. Five days ago, his tiny flat in Diagon Alley was crammed full of his friends, his family. Hagrid knocked his head on the ceiling. Everyone sang Happy Birthday over a lopsided cake, the one with Hugo's handprint in the frosting. Nothing is wrong. Hermione stops humming and makes a soft, concerned sound. "Harry, look at this." She shows him an article--one tucked away in the back pages. There's a photo, but it's not moving; must be a Muggle paper. "NASA have just landed another rover on Mars. It's called Curiosity, and look, this is so--I don't know if it's sweet or sad, but--it's all alone out there, and they programmed it to sing itself Happy Birthday." Nothing is wrong, but Harry starts crying.

(rec by @garagepaperback)

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Muscle Memory by corvuscrowned (E, 7k)

Tags: Curse Breakers, Memory Magic, Mutual Pining

“Well,” Malfoy says. “There certainly aren’t any now. We have the next — seven, eight hours? And whatever happens, it just gets — washed away.” And he looks at Harry so directly, so intensely, tilts his head, says: “So what do you want to do?” At no point does Harry decide what to do; he just does. It comes from the same force of habit that would tell him to pull his hand away from a burning fire. And it seems to come with the same speed — the movement he uses to close the distance between could accurately be described as a lunge. He kisses Malfoy, hungry and urgent, and Malfoy responds in kind. He presses his body into Harry’s, pushes him back down onto the couch, his hands everywhere, cold, then warm against Harry’s jaw, his neck, reaching down to his waist to pull him closer. “It took you long enough,” Malfoy murmurs, lips soft on Harry’s throat, his voice something Harry wouldn’t be able to identify as his an hour ago. “What is that supposed to mean?” Harry asks sluggishly. “I haven’t the faintest idea," Malfoy mutters, and it appears that neither of them care. He takes the opportunity to push Harry down onto the couch, a fire stirring up in Harry’s core that erases every half-answered question that lingers between them. The sofa isn’t large enough for the both of them, but Malfoy gains purchase with a foot on the floor as he reconnects their lips with a kiss hard enough to bruise, tangles his fingers in Harry’s hair tight, pulls.

(rec by @garagepaperback)

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you look so fine by michi_thekiller (16k, E)

Tags: Veela!Draco, Horror, Gore, Dark Comedy

And Potter, still not touching with his body, not touching with his hand - saving, murdering, forgiving, damning hand - slowly notches their mouths together. Chaste, gentle, and perfect. When they say a kiss is stolen they must mean this. A kiss taken from him, lips stolen from him because they are no longer his the moment their mouths meet. A kiss ripped from him, everything he wants and nothing he wants, too much and not nearly enough. His breath, snatched completely out of his lungs in that one meeting, where his whole body is left empty, hollow, wanting. And he’s never so much loved the thief.

(Rec by @garagepaperback)

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before a fall by @eleadore (65k, E)

tags: slow burn, eighth year, everyone is allergic to apologies and that's how we like it

The stubborn chill of winter finally gives way to spring. The days get longer, packed to the brim with activity, but everything becomes indistinct next to Draco Malfoy, blurry and not quite there while he stands in stark relief, the long, long line of his neck and his proud back. The fragile curve of his skull. Harry likes to cradle it when they kiss, take the impact of the hard stone against his knuckles when he shoves Draco up against the wall. "Stop that," Draco says, while Harry's palming the fine hair at the back of his head, kneading at the divot where it meets his neck. His eyes are closed, but Harry likes to look at him. "Stop doing that." "What?" "Holding me," Draco says nonsensically, and jerks his head back to prove his point. Harry keeps his crushed hand just there, between his head and the wall, and Draco's eyes snap open. Then narrow. "Stop it, Potter." Another jerk. Harry's knuckles are going to bruise. Draco bites when Harry kisses him and then, quite abruptly, softens and moulds into him like a lover, hands under his shirt and tracing over the sensitive skin of his back, scratching just so, gentle. After, when they've ended up on the floor catching their breath, he will reach over to take Harry's hand and examine the bruises, curious. He'll press on them and when Harry winces, look rather pleased. He remains capricious, even in this—especially in this. The more Harry learns of him the less he knows.

(rec by @garagepaperback)

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Clear as Mud by scoradh (9k, M) "I don't know," said Harry, still in that same oddly detached voice. "Perhaps you could ask Boxer." Malfoy dropped his belt on the floor where it coiled like a tame snake. Free of the harness, his jeans gaped, revealing the furrowed top of his boxers. "What's that supposed to mean?" "I don't know," repeated Harry. "You seem to tell him everything. He should know exactly what's going on in our sex life." "Harry," said Malfoy, his mouth quirking. "We don't have a sex life." "What d'you call this, then?" snapped Harry, nudging one of Malfoy's knees with his own. "Not a sex life, that's for sure," said Malfoy. "It's more like ... a sex intermission. Or a sex vacation. Something you do when you're not doing real life things." He's done it again, thought Harry, with the peculiar lightheadedness that he only ever experienced around Malfoy. He's twisted it all around.

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flashback, warm nights by warmfoothills (13k, M)

tags: time loop, the godric's hollow christmas shitshow of 1997, but with ron and draco

He doesn’t say anything, just slots their mouths together like it’s the last piece of a puzzle he’s trying to finish, here: shoulders align, here: lips. Draco presses his fingernails into his palms to stop himself making an embarrassing noise and pretends the lingering taste of hospital gravy on Potter’s tongue is unappealing, for the sake of his sanity. “Ron’s right, you know,” Potter says when he lets Draco go. The light from the freezer reflects off his lenses, and Draco blinks at him. “What he said back in the car. This probably isn’t the time to start something.” “This as in right now, in front of the frozen peas, or this as in halfway into a war that’s likely going to kill one of us?” “Are we halfway?” Potter doesn’t even flinch at the mention of dying. Draco supposes he’s done it a hundred times over by now, but he’s not supposed to remember that. “Bit optimistic.”