#werewolf draco

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Werewolves of London

by poppyhills

Tags: Werewolf Draco, Werewolf Harry, Werewolf Mates, Forced Bonding, Second Chances, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, Angst and Feels, Romance, Mutual Pining, Dragon Tamer Harry , Alpha Draco, Fighting as Foreplay, Anal Sex, Switching, First Time, Biting Kink, Parseltongue Kink, Forest Sex, Werewolf Sex, Basically a lot of sex, They are werewolves but act like werebunnies, Wearing the other person's clothes kink, Scenting, Spiderman Kisses, Not an AU or Omegaverse

Summary:

Bitten at sixteen and bonded to Potter at nineteen as a last-ditch effort by the Order to save the Saviour from himself, Draco had come to terms with the cold reality of their arrangement. Potter needed a mate and Draco needed his mother free from Azkaban. Neither of them needed anything else. Not affection, or friendship, or love, no matter how tempting. And for many years, it works. Draco lives in England. Potter does not. But at twenty-nine, Draco becomes London’s newest Alpha and long overdue decisions need to be made. He’s not too worried, though. Getting Potter to agree to dissolving a bond he never wanted shouldn’t be too hard. Should it?

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So I thought I was done writing werewolf fics with Crash Into Me, but then I saw this song prompt for @hd-wireless and the evil wolf in me said 'No, not yet! You shall spend five more months agonising and falling down the rabbit hole of wolf behaviours on the Internet.' And so here we are - 72,000 words and countless hours later, I humbly offer a second chance story spanning two timelines (past and present) of Draco and Harry as bonded werewolves, both finding their place in the world and in each other's lives. ❤️🐺

I'm so pleased and excited to finally thank my amazing friends who helped me along the way by cheering and giving valuable feedback: @fluffyunderneath, @jungeatheart, @angeldog5, @coppercatbird, @lettersbyelise, @rainjulyx and my constant, brilliant beta for all seasons, pricklypear ❤️❤️❤️ What an absolute rollcall of talent. I'm so so grateful for your friendship, brains, and support.

BONUS ART below of my wolfy boys by a special friend who wishes to remain anonymous (ily friend! you are such a gift❤️❤️❤️)

So beautiful 🥹🐺

[paradigmamesposts]

Luna Vinculum by MaryBMeunier

During the battle of Hogwarts, the night of a full moon, Draco Malfoy is bitten by a werewolf.

With no way to escape the curse, all he can do is hide it.

Hermione Granger is the only one- aside from his attacker- who knows the truth. And it’s only because she was with him when it happened.

[theiridiumhoe]

Chapter 13 now posted! Werewolf Draco has trouble on his first night in the Great Hall since his transformation

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59799127/chapters/152534107

[orange-peony]

It's been a long time since I posted anything, but I've finally finished my fic for an exchange, so I can start a new project.

Here's some drarry, featuring werewolf Draco and a besotted Harry:

“I need you help,” he says, avoiding Harry’s eyes and looking extremely awkward in his tight, black robes.

His skinny legs look miles long, and Harry can’t help but cast an appreciative glance at his slender figure. Today, he tied his white-blond hair in an intricate braid. Harry would kill to slide this fingers through it and mess it up.

“Do you need me to dislodge the icicle that got stuck up your bum, Professor Malfoy?” Harry asks with a shit-eating grin.

Professor Flitwick chokes on his tea, and Neville lets out an inelegant snort as he covers his mouth with his hand.

Tagging (no pressure): @pato-roldnart, @bubble-gumhead, @artsyunderstudy, @rimeswithpurple @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @martsonmars, @thewholelemon , @letraspal, @crazybutgood , @okay-sky, @littlewinnow , @fatalfangirl, @cutestkilla, @j-nipper-95, @hushed-chorus, @facewithoutheart, @imagineacoolusername, @blackberrysummerblog, @tea-brigade, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ebbpettier, @captain-aralias, @alexalexinii, @regretfulcorrine, @larkral, @leithillustration and anyone who fancies sharing their WIPs.

[skeptiquewrites]

Microfic: For Worse, For Better

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'how you get the girl' by taylor swift

Six months without a word. There's nothing in the world Draco could say that Harry would want to listen to, he's certain.

At his front door, Draco lifts his shirt before Harry can say as much. The bite is startlingly livid on Draco's left side, deepest where a tooth embedded itself in his ribcage. Harry puts a spread palm to the bite, spanning easily from pinky to thumb. It's hot to the touch. Harry searches Draco's face.

"Hope you didn't think too badly of me." Draco says lightly. "Healers in Dunedin said I'm lucky to be alive. Woke up yesterday."

[gloivy]

In the aftermath of Harry's death and Voldemort's subsequent victory, in a last-ditch attempt to save the future, Hermione goes back in time with one strict instruction:

DRACO MALFOY MUST NOT DIE

CHAPTER 14

[bellessimaa]

“What the fuck?” Draco couldn’t stop the look of complete surprise when instead of being met by static, images burst into the box in front of them, a look of absolute delight all over Hermione’s face.

“We did it,” She beamed, rising on her tiptoes and launching at him, wrapping herself tightly around him. She didn’t let the constriction of his muscles or the sharp intake of his breath deter her, she didn’t step out of the embrace she had so tightly packed around him, melting in the heat of his arms, the home of his chest.

“Granger-” He started, but she didn’t let go, rising on her tiptoes to run her nose along the base of his throat, humming contendedly at the guttural growl that escaped him.

HIs hands hovered over her arms, shaking slightly when she nuzzled her face into his chest, seeping in all the warmth, all the contact he vehemently denied the two of them.

Vice like fingers circled her arms, tearing her away from his body, face a dark shadow.

Hermione could cry at the loss of the home she had made there, an indignant part of her mind screeching that he didn’t have to be so bloody moronic and self sacrificing.

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[dracopetal]

@hp-fruit-fest​

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wc: 749

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Long fingers pluck a blackberry from the bramble bush, and place it onto a pink tongue. Rolling it around his mouth, savouring the sweet-sour taste, before biting it with white, sharp teeth, and it goes pop in his mouth.

Another. Pop. Purple-red juice drips down his chin, coats his teeth. Thorns cut his skin as he picks them, but he barely feels the sharp pain.

Draco is ravenous; transforming is always hard, always leaving him exhausted and starving. He could eat for a hundred years and still not be satisfied.

It’s still only dawn, the golden sun just beginning to rise on the horizon, and the doors will still be locked. He’ll have to wait to get back in.

No matter. Draco lies on his back in the grass, the dew soaking his skin, and closes his eyes in the shade of the bramble bush, occasionally reaching up to pluck another blackberry, slowly feeding the hunger.  

His body aches, and his skin feels tight, but at least the taste gives his senses something to focus on.

The sun rises higher. Golden rays touch his skin. It’s a deceptive sight: it’s not warm, it’s a chilly spring morning, but his blood is warm enough from the wolf, and he thinks he could lie there until his lips turn blue and he wouldn’t even notice.

He picks another berry, swallows it without chewing. A few birds twitter nervously around him, curious but wary. Draco feels something uncomfortable settle in his stomach. He doesn’t really remember what he does when the wolf takes over, but the birds remember, clearly.

He thinks about the red coating his teeth, juice from the berries. And what else?

Draco groans from deep in his chest like an animal, and a small, brave bird that had been creeping towards him disappears into the air.

He stares up at the sun until it stings his eyes, then he rolls over, chest to the earth, and smushes his face into the wet grass, breathing in the scent. It cools the burning under his skin, soothes the instinct of the wolf inside to tear through his human skin, soothes the burn of want, desire, until it is settled, quiet and muzzled, trapped somewhere under his ribcage. Waiting, patiently, for the next full moon.

That’s how Harry finds him later, whether minutes or hours Draco doesn’t know, isn’t counting.

Draco can smell his approach; he smells strongly of broom polish and mud, but he doesn’t stir. Twigs snap under Harry’s ratty trainers, and the sound makes Draco want to snarl. But he doesn’t.

“Hey,” Harry says when he’s close, like he always does. Hey. A shadow falls over Draco. He opens his eyes and stares at the mud caking Harry’s trainers.

A snap and a rustle of leaves above him, and Draco knows without looking that Harry is picking the bramble bush. Wants something to do with his hands. He can’t sit still for hours like Draco can, he always needs to be doing something.

Harry chucks one in the air and catches it in his mouth. Draco hears him moan quietly, the sound almost silent. He can imagine juice dripping down Harry’s mouth, begging to be licked off. Sweet-sour taste on his tongue. Pop.

“Are you ready to get up now?” Harry says. Draco’s body feels stiff after lying in the wet dirt. He’s hungry, still. He makes a noise that isn’t a word but isn’t animal, either.

Harry reaches out a hand, fingers stained purple, and Draco reaches for it. He lets Harry pull him up, even though he could easily drag him down into the grass with him. Harry doesn’t comment on his nakedness, on the cuts and bruises that litter his body. Later, Draco knows that he’ll wipe away the dirt and bandage up his wounds, all without comment, because that’s what Harry does.

In Harry’s other hand roughly a dozen plump round berries. Draco reaches forwards clumsily, limbs not quite his own yet, and snatches some of them, shoving them quickly into his mouth.

“Hungry, then?” Harry asks, more rhetorical. He offers up the rest of the berries, and Draco savours them, eating them one at a time, rolling them around his mouth and over his teeth until they explode in a mess of red-purple on his tongue.

Harry leads him back up to the house, and Draco pops the last of the berries with his teeth as he crosses over the threshold, into the warmth.