#writer!draco

[imagine-drarry]

Links to my first Drarry serie:

Archive of Our Own:

Part I: Constelaciones

Fanfiction.net

Part I: Constelaciones

Archive of Our Own:

Part II: Galaxia

Fanfiction.net

Part II: Galaxia

Archive of Our Own:

Part III: Cosmos

Fanfiction.net

Part III: Cosmos

[dewitty1]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: HP: EWE, Slash, Romance, Drama, Some Humor, Hurt/Comfort Summary:

After the war, Harry left most of the Wizarding world behind and built a new life for himself in the Channel Islands. He opened a bakery and is happy with his life. Draco is a fiction author who writes under a penname, and he’s currently suffering from writer’s block. His agent suggests he try writing in a new environment and rents a cottage in the Channel Islands for him.

*Harry and Draco are both using false names at the beginning…

Excerpt:

Evan shifted his body to face him more fully. His voice was deep, husky. “I thought it’d be safe. I told myself Rhys was wrong, that you were likely as not straight as a wa … straight as an arrow. 

“I told myself there was no way you returned my feelings, that I could spend time with you without risking anything because even if by some chance you were gay, your lovers have probably all been intellectuals. You’d not likely be interested in a simple baker who never went to university.”

Draco wanted to stand up and scream that his lovers had all been anyone willing to let him fuck them and that he’d never wanted any of them half as much as he wanted Evan, but as Evan had spoken, he’d slowly moved towards him, closing the distance between them, and Draco had lost the ability to speak, to move … to think of anything other than the fact that Evan’s lips were about to press against his own.

His last coherent thought, just before those lips brushed across his, was that he was bloody glad he’d cast that Celo Charm.

Evan’s lips were soft, warm skin against Draco’s own.

Evan was the aggressor; he controlled the kiss, and all Draco could do was follow along, let him take the lead. The kiss was slow, languid. Evan’s lips moved across Draco’s, covering them with slow, closed-mouth kisses. His hands came up and captured Draco’s face, holding him still while his tongue replaced his lips, and he alternated between light, quick licks along Draco’s lower lip and pulling it between his own to gently nibble.

His hands moved from Draco’s face, one burying itself in his hair, the other moving down his throat to his chest before wrapping around his waist and pulling them closer together.

This was all so new to Draco, and he was desperately trying to sort out his feelings—he didn’t know whether to pull Evan onto his lap or climb onto his, or to just pull him to the ground and climb on top of him. He settled for shifting his body to turn more fully towards Evan, and let his own tongue come out to meet his. As they deepened the kiss, they moaned into each other’s mouths.

Draco put his arms around Evan, holding him flush against his own body. He moved his mouth along Evan’s jaw and was surprised at how smooth the skin was. By this time of the afternoon, he’d have expected his jaw to be rough and coarse with stubble, but it was perfectly smooth. He sucked on the skin just below Evan’s ear, hard enough to be felt but not to leave a mark, before closing his lips over the lobe and softly biting down on it.

Evan moaned loudly.

Somewhere nearby a child squealed with laughter, and a man’s voice shouted, “No! Harry, stop!”

Draco and Evan jumped apart, both breathing hard.

[hzry]

Reading Malfoy: 15k

After thirteen years of hiding himself away in Muggle London, Draco Malfoy shows up again in the wizarding world--with a wickedly amusing memoir in hand. Harry doesn't want to read it. Really. He doesn't.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/1023084