#spy!draco

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to keep in line with the theme of weapons and holsters, have a spy/assassin!Dramione AU :) 

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Hello librarian! Idk if you’ve answered this already but I was wondering if you know any spy! draco fics? 🥺

Your holds have arrived!

I hadn't read much of spy!Draco before making this list, but I really enjoyed all of these and think you will too!

Spy! Draco

The Thing You Shouldn't Do by @tackytigerfic (1,204 words, rated M)

The war drags on and on, and Harry is the one who has to end it. Why shouldn't he use Draco Malfoy to win it? It's okay to use him if they hate each other, surely.

i'll keep the king by @softlystarstruck (1,442 words, rated T)

The world wants to crown Harry king. Instead, he perches on the edge of the world with Draco Malfoy.

Operative by @shealwaysreads (3,466 words, rated M)

After the war, Draco finds himself in the familiar position of not getting what he wanted. But sometimes, what you need finds its own way to you.

Fidelius Amare by @kittyaugust (4,553 words, rated M)

Draco's cover is blown, and Harry is the Auror assigned to protect him. It would be a whole lot easier if Malfoy didn't have to be so infuriatingly attractive.

Blame the Wind by @p1013 (4,629 words, rated E)

My love knew many languages And many tongues But when the night encroached on our peace And its arms of supple dark wrapped tight around our throats He spoke to me in words only serpents understand

Love Found by @peachpety (7,500 words, rated E)

During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love.

in between the silences by orphan_account (13,980 words, rated T)

Harry and Draco are sent to a safe house immediately after the battle of Hogwarts, where they're supposed to be spend three weeks together, much to their anger. Television serves as both therapy and a bonding opportunity, coffee and tea get drunk in large quantities, and they try to reconcile themselves with life after the war.

Speak (and may the world come undone) by @shealwaysreads (26,061 words, rated E)

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best. A story of grey-tinged loyalty, the silver of trust in the darkness, the agony of courage, the unexpected richness of secrets, and the vast unknown of survival.

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Reading!

P.S. You can find these fics and the other lists been recommended in my AO3 Sub-collections!

[fyeahdramionefics]

From Wiltshire, With Love

Author: MistressLynn

Rating: M

Genre: war AU, spy!draco, multichap, drama, angst, mystery

Summary: Hermione convinces Draco to spy for the Order and she becomes his handler. But what are Draco’s true motivations? Hard to say when he's still figuring that out himself. A story of reaching adulthood during war

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Draco cut her off before she repeated the question. “Granger, you may have my wand, but you're not in control of the flow of information here. It’s not your life on the line.”

Granger bristled at his assertion. “My life is on the line every day.”

“So. Is. Mine.” He growled at her. “Give me my fucking wand and don’t be so bloody obvious when you contact me.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I already told you I'd be more careful next time.”

She better be.

“One more thing.”

“What, Malfoy?” she said impatiently, still angry that she hadn’t gotten the information she wanted.

He pointed his finger at her so she would understand how important this was. “You need to learn Occlumency. If you’re captured, I’m dead.”

She stared back at him defiantly. “We both are.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

She tossed his wand to the floor and Disapparated with a crack.

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[shealwaysreads]

Speak (and may the world come undone)

Drarry | Explicit | 26k | 7th Year Rewrite, Spy!Draco, Horcrux Hunt, Patronus Magic, Dreams, Angst with a Happy Ending, Intense first time feels.

Summary:

The war is on in earnest, and the hunt for the Horcruxes has begun. Harry receives help from the least expected person, and must decide whether he can trust the enemy he knows best.

A story of grey-tinged loyalty, the silver of trust in the darkness, the agony of courage, the unexpected richness of secrets, and the vast unknown of survival.

Excerpt:

It had begun during that strange see-saw year. His sixth at Hogwarts. Harry’s mind was a maze of grief, his heart a drum of fear every time he woke expecting to see the world through Voldemort’s eyes. His chest was a snapping monster, his body aching and coiled tight.

Harry spent his time torn between the daily reports of terror and danger haunting the country, and the flip of Ginny’s skirt as she leaned into Dean Thomas. Hermione and Ron were orbiting each other, firing shots over the schisms of Lavender Brown and the Slug Club. And amongst it all, Malfoy. A pale and glittering constant, a sliver of broken glass under Harry’s skin, itching and ingrown, never painful enough to risk excision, always causing enough hurt to irritate, and leaving the faintest trace of blood in his wake.

Harry had known Malfoy was Marked. Known he was working on something. Known that some evil had nurtured the thoughtless cruelty of the boy into the calculated violence of a man. Every time Harry watched him across the hall, his mouth twisted with the phantom pain of his nose crunching beneath Malfoy’s well-heeled boot, the memory of slickness in his throat, and the hot-penny taste of blood.

Harry had known that despite the whirl of Quidditch try-outs, homework, and ever more enthusiastic attempts from his apparent admirers to catch him naked in the shower, his own duty was to find out what Malfoy was doing, and stop him. His secret meetings with Dumbledore were enough to prove that to him. People had ignored the warning signs when Tom Riddle was at Hogwarts, and look where that got them all. Harry wouldn’t be making the same error of judgement.

It was only after the water that flooded Myrtle’s bathroom had flowered crimson around Malfoy’s gasping body that Harry realised. Only after it diluted cherry-blossom pink and filled the room as Snape incanted furiously over open wounds in pale flesh; only after blood he had spilled crept towards his cringing toes that Harry came to understand. He, too, could make mistakes.

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A gift for @bixgirl1​ ❤️

In which I mull over notions of loyalty - and the difference between ideology and the personal. What Draco might do, what Draco might go through for someone he believes in. 

Big thanks to my darlings @tackytigerfic​ and @porcelainheart3​ for beta-reading!

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Anyone have anymore Spy Draco fics!! They’re so good

[tmarauder101]

Thunder Rumbling, Castles Crumbling (We Move On)

Thunder Rumbling, Castles Crumbling (We Move On)

Inspired by the song Wide Awake by Katy Perry

Beta read by @Mello_Slytheirn on wattpad!

For: @xx-thedarklord-xx You said you liked songfics, right? I did my best :) Hope you like!

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

Draco’s at Madam Malkin's talking to a boy he’s never seen before.

Perhaps if he had gone with his gut and just been himself he wouldn’t have royally messed things up.

Oh well, it’s not like it’ll make much of a difference.

Yeah, I was in the dark

I was falling hard

With an open heart

The boy was Potter.

Harry Potter!

Draco’s longtime hero! The one he always secretly hoped would become his best friend, and they could run away together! Go on adventures, and show his father that he didn’t have to be the ‘perfect heir’.

“I can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks”

Years of hiding books about the tales of The-Boy-Who-Lived, cutting up old newspapers and hugging a little bear that he designed to look just like the chosen one while listening to Dobby tell his own tales underneath his bed. All hoping that his imaginary friend would become his real friend in just a few years.

But in that moment, with those 10 little words, all of Draco’s fantasies became just that.

A fantasy.

If only he hadn’t been so hasty, he could have talked to Harry- Potter, he’s Potter to you now -by himself, instead of with a crowd. So he could have taken down the mask he had to wear, and shown Ha-Potter that he was worth it.

But now,

Slytherin!

     Gryffindor! 

Malfoy’s don’t cry...

He has to be his enemy, or risk being forgotten.

I'm wide awake

How did I read the stars so wrong?

Every word spoken, every taunt made, every insult another crack to his broken heart.

But he can’t lose this.

For years Harry Potter had been his driving force. When it was time for grueling Heir lessons, he held on to the fantasy of Harry Potter becoming his friend and taking him on adventures and swinging in and saving him. Harry Potter was his way of rebellion and hope. Was the only reason he put up with those boring balls, lessons, and sometimes even pain.

He would have lost all will years ago.

He can’t afford to lose this. To lose him.

Tears wet his pillow,

I’m so sorry

I'm wide awake

And now it's clear to me

That everything you see

Ain't always what it seems

He’s fifteen, hiding behind a wall, listening to his father’s cries as he pleads with..

With...

“It seems we have a visitor. Come in, young Malfoy…”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Draco schools his expression to a blank mask.

Don’t let them see, can’t let them know.

The face of the dark lord is a nightmare that will never end.

“You shall make a perfect Death Eater.”

I’ll never bow down to you

I'm wide awake

Yeah, I was dreaming for so long

I wish I knew then

What I know now

You can’t say no!

I don’t want to do this...

You don’t have a choice!

I wish I did…

But you don’t, because no one will help someone like you.

get it off, Get It Off, GET IT OFF ME

A snake on my forearm, taunting me and forever branding me.

There’s no way out...

Wouldn't dive in

Wouldn't bow down

“Dobby?” He whispers through his tears.

“Young master Draco, what have they done to you!?”

It hurts so bad, I just want it all to stop.

“Please…”

A pop rings out throughout the room.

Gravity Hurts

You made it so sweet

Number 12 Grimmauld place.

A black head of Hair, and emerald green eyes.

Glares softening to looks of love.

He finally has a choice.

Till I woke up on

On the concrete

They found out.

A prisoner in his own home, and a personal punching bag for all to use.

Harry.

It’s his mantra.

Harry, Harry, Harry

Falling from cloud nine

Crashing from the high

A wand pressed into his hand, and words shouted in his ears.

Everything is numb, he’s hyperfocused on emerald eyes that are filled with worry and determination.

A knife sailing through the air, and the pop of apparition.

Blood so much Blood.

When will it end?

I'm letting go tonight

I'm falling from cloud nine

Healing, then Horcruxes.

Stealing and running.

Hiding and worrying

Finally, they head back.

It’s a blur to Draco, but one thing he is certain of.

Waking up with Harry is something he never wants to stop doing.

Thunder rumbling

Castles crumbling

I am trying to hold on

Spells light up the air, and so many drop.

It seems as though that day is one that was just simply grey.

When Harry doesn’t come back, Draco breaks

God knows that I tried

Seeing the bright side

But I'm not blind anymore

Voldemort calls for those to rejoin his side.

No one moves.

Draco stands in the front, eyes fixed on Harry.

I'm wide awake

I'm wide awake

“The only traitor here is you.” Draco’s voice is filled with venom.

And just as the ‘Dark Lord’ raises his wand, a curse at the tip of his lips, Draco throws the sorting hat and Longbottom and the snake is killed.

Harry jumps up, and the final battle commences.

Falling from cloud nine

Crashing from the high

I'm letting go tonight

Voldemort is gone.

Dead as a doorknob.

“Harry…”

“Draco, I-”

Before Harry can finish, Draco sees a light heading right towards his love and doesn’t stop for a moment. 

He sees a purple light flashing before him and all goes black.

I'm falling from cloud nine

I'm wide awake

It’s been a year since the death of Voldemort, but Draco isn’t too keen on leaving the bed.

Emerald eyes are watching him as he wakes. 

“Morning Love,”

“Good morning Harry.”

They were still healing, and far from perfect, but life moved on.

And so did they. 

I’m wide awake

[yetanotherdrarrylist]

In the final months of the war, Draco served as a double agent, but much like Snape, he was reviled and distrusted by the other members of the Order. Despite this, Harry and Draco began a relationship of sorts.

Now that the war has ended, Draco has broken things off with Harry and broken all ties with the wizarding world---disappearing completely. But Harry finds out that Draco is living abroad as a muggle, and sets out to reconnect by writing him a letter, hoping to convince him to come back, or at least allow Harry to see him again.

[fyeahdramionefics]

of flavoured names and coloured sounds

Author: Pink Panda (Ejacyeolation)

Rating: M

Genre: twoshot, angst, smut, fluff, hogwarts, war, spy!draco, order!draco

Summary: "He doesn’t question it at first, the fact that sounds have colours and words have flavours. He grows up with it, grows up seeing powerful ruptures of colour when his mother plays the piano and softer, translucent bursts when the people around him speak. His father’s voice fills his vision with sombre oranges and lilacs while his mother’s is a pleasant mix of delicate greens, blues, and greys. The word father tastes like wet wood and the word mother tastes like the pumpkin juice the house-elves frequently serve him.

"In which Draco just wants to know what colour Hermione's moans would be. He also wants to know if her skin would taste as sweet as her surname or maybe as intoxicating as her given name.

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