Drarry Fic Ideas

Because I can never find the time to write this stuff myself. Feel free to use any ideas posted here, that is what this tumblr is for; just please post a link to the fic in the comments once its done so I can read it :)

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Currently fleshing out a totally detailed Sidhe fae drarry post hogwarts story with emersed mythologies on sidhe fairies and the lesser fae, extended origin story of the deathly Hallows, and the inner workings of the wild hunt. The sword of gryffindor being goblinmade makes it imbued with lesser fae magic and capable of piercing Sidhe flesh. And other things.

Interested?

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Incubus! Creature fics are a very underappreciated trope that deserves to be explored more thoroughly. Especially in drarry fics.

Prove me wrong.

(Actually, please do. I've come across literally no incubus!Harry fics and only two decent incubus!Draco fics. I'm a bit starved.)

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Draco Malfoy has found himself in a bit if a bind. It's not his fault his mother couldn't drop the subject if him settling down and producing an heir. He supposes the fact that she hasn't insisted it be a pureblood is admirable enough, but still.. She knew his proclivities. So he really couldn't be blamed for finally snapping and telling her a teeny tiny little white lie.

Of course now he has to make it look like he's actually courting someone. Thankfully the rituals don't actually require you to present your gifts in person, so all he has to do is owl them out in front of his mother and that should do it.

Sadly, everyone in his inner circle of friends is absolutely afraid of his mother (the cowards), and everyone else he is acquainted with he can't trust to not open their mouth and blab. He's just about given up until someone makes the joke to send the gifts to Harry bloody Potter.

And, well, desperate measures and all that rot, right?

Anonymously of course, since he can't risk Potter showing up on his doorstep demanding to know why Draco is sending him courting gifts (assuming the birk would even know what a courting gift was to begin with). With any luck, Potter would assume that the gifts came from some shy fangirls of his and leave it at that.

Draco should have known that Karma had it out for him.

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Okay so, Auror Training fic, except Police Academy and Drarry!

After the war and his 8th year at Hogwarts have passed, Draco Malfoy and his mother find themselves in a bit of a bind. While the raids on the manor and reparations taken from the Malfoy vaults in lieu of his father being sentenced to Azkaban have left the two with just enough money to live comfortably on for the rest of their lives, it doesn't leave anything for any future generations should the powers that be find themselves willing to oblige. They come to the conclusion that one of them must start bringing in an income if they want any chance of providing for others later on in life. And since Narcissa has never had the need to work in her brisk 50 some odd years, and Draco is young and virile and fresh out of school, the daunting task is left up to him.

Unfortunately, the combination of his public war record along with the deminished reputation of the Malfoy name in general means that he's ineligible for some jobs and turned down for any others. Desperate, Draco finally breaks down and does the one thing he thought he would never have to lower himself down to do; he goes to Kingsley Shacklebolt and begs.

Shacklebolt agrees to permanantly seal Draco's record, which will make him eligible for public jobs like those in the ministry or at Hogwarts, but only on one condition - he has to enroll in and pass the Auror Academy Training Program. He cannot flunk out, or be thrown out, or else the deal is off.

Draco is understandably not happy about this. An Auror is the last thing her ever wanted to be. Why would he want to lend his talents to the same group of people who went out of their way to make his and his mother's lives a living hell during the trials? They'd just managed to escape one... admittedly with Harry Potter's help.

But needs must, and so he agrees.

Turns out, Draco isn't the only one unhappy with his enrollment. The Headmaster of the Academy isn't either, and he decides to enlist the help of other trainees and trainers alike to rid the premises of the ex Death Eater. It becomes increasing clear within the first month of training that there is a very large target on Draco's back that he has no hope of getting rid of any time soon.

Oh, and then there is the little problem of his dorm mate being, of course, The Chosen One. While Potter may not be on board with the way most everyone else is treating Draco, they are hardly friends, and Draco is perfectly okay with it staying that way. So why won't Potter just take the hint and quit being so nosey? He can do this on his own.

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It has been 5 years since Auror Harry Potter decided to make Grimmauld Place his permanant place of residence, and the house has remained as rundown and dreary as the first time he set foot in it back at the age of 15. All his attempts to alter the decor has ended in it all being reverted back to its original state by the next morning. Nothing worked.

He'd just about given up.

But now, the old house has finally decided to recognize Harry as its owner, and as the Noble and Ancient House of Black begins to reveal its ancestral secrets to its new Master, Harry realizes he's going to need some help if wants to fully understand them all. Unfortunately, the number of living Black family relatives doesn't leave him with many options, and with Andromeda Tonks having been stricken from the family tapestry right out of Hogwarts, even she can only assist so much with her former family's many secrets.

Harry knows he if he wants the house to fully accept him, he needs to go to the only other living member of the Black family. Shouldn't be too much of a problem, right? Except that if Harry wants the help of Narcissa Malfoy, he realizes real quick that he is going to have to put up with Draco as well. Something that he has never been fairly good at doing.

And then, there is the appearance of random portraits in odd places as the house continues to open itself up to him. The one of Sirius Black in the hallway next to the master bedroom makes sense, but the one of Alastor Moody in the study does not. And that isn't even the weirdest of them.

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Harry Potter is a thrill seeker. While normally, this wouldnt be an issue, in this case, well... When ones antics tend to be the source of the Head Auror's daily migraines, the worry lines on one's friends' faces, and the skyrocket in sales of the Daily Profit in the last two years, things might be a little out of hand.

But then Harry did something to break the last straw so to speak: "You stole a dragon..." "Borrowed." "...commondered a dragon from the romanian reserve and used it to skydive over the ruins of Vlad the Impaler's castle!" "Hey, no rules were broken. I stayed on the wizarding side of the ruins! And the dragon wasn't harmed; I returned him." "Not the point, Harry."

This incident, along with the knowledge that Harry had managed to get his last three partners to request transfers in less than a year, leads Robards to pair the wreckless man with the only other person he knew who was just as stubborn as Harry, and not afraid to push back when he tries to escalate things: Draco Malfoy.

But Harry isnt stupid. He sees the move for what it is, and decides to try and smash his personal record for least time with an Auror partner. When his normal methods for getting rid of a partner fail to work, however, Harry is forced to resort to more creative measures: like propositioning the blond at every turn and flirting incessantly in between.

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A/N: As you continue to watch me throw these ideas about, you will undoubtably get a very good sense of what my tropes are. I'm about to drop a twofer on you now.

With the interest of interhouse unity in mind Headmistress McGonagal and the rest of the teaching staff have put together an unique event for Harry's eighth year at Hogwarts. Masquarade balls have been scheduled one a month every month for the entire year for the returning 6th, 7th, and 8th years. Attendance to be mandatory. Formal attire is required, and the masks are provided by the staff and are charmed to glamour ones hair and voice to be unrecognizable to those around you. You are not allowed to say your name, or give away any details about yourself that could give away who you are to the people you talk to. The point, after all, is to get to know people outside the prejudices of the past.

From the very first Ball, Harry finds himself drawn to a lone figure not really mingling with the crowds and makes it a point to go over and say hi. He doesn't recognize the person, obviously, but as the two ease into a comfortable banter, Harry can't shake the idea that this person seems so familiar to him. Even if he's certain he has never talked with whoever they are like this before.

As the months move forward and the balls continue, despite the glamours on the mask changing each time, Harry finds himself able to seek out the company of this person again and again. Soon he manages to come to the realization the he just might be starting to fall for this person, and hard.

On the other hand, school is proving to be more aggrivating by the week and that is due in no small part to one Draco Malfoy who came back for his final year as part of his probation after the trials. Malfoy isnt actually doing anything, and that's really the problem, isnt it? He's always pegged Malfoy to be a coward, but he's never known the blond to be cowed by the animosity around him. All bark and no bite was always the norm, but now Malfoy doesn't even whimper. Harry never liked the stupid git before, but this new Malfoy Harry can definitely do without. He wants to see Malfoy fight back again. Just once. But he has no idea how to go about making it happen, and friends don't seem to want to be any help.

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Wait wait wait, just hear me out here.

The Other Side from The Greatest Showman, except drarry.

In fact here we go:

After the war, Harry decides that what the wizarding world needs is laughter, so with the help of Wheezies, takes a page from the Muggles and puts together a magical version of the Cirque, singing and dancing and gymnastics and all, with the tent opening up in Diagon ally. The middle class wizarding community loves it. The upper class and pureblood populace scoff at it being plebian. And Rita.. Well Rita doesn't hesitate to let everyone know what she thinks about Harry's life choices. But Harry doesnt care. He loves his job.

Draco however works to make reperations and rebuild his family name, making donations to various charities and ministry undertakings. But he isnt happy with life because no matter what he does, he is still ostricised socially. After seeing Maldoy sitting alone at the bar most the night of a gala that Hermione drags him to, Harry decides to make it his mission to convince Malfoy to join him in his venture.

And maybe there might be a bit of wooing involved.

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Harry Potter has been dreaming. So has Draco Malfoy for that matter. And that's perfectly normal; everyone dreams in their sleep at some point in their lives. So what if they happen to be sexual in nature. Again everyone has at least one in their lifetime... Even if it usually happens when they are teenagers.

The problem is, Harry and Draco are not teens anymore. They are reaponsible adults with respectable jobs in the ministry, and they definitely can't tolerate being around each other. No matter what these dreams, that keep getting more explicit by the day, may otherwise suggest.

Harry needs to talk to someone about them, but how do you tell your best mates you are having homoerotic dreams about someone you can't even be in the same room with?

But they both know that somethings got to be done about them and soon. Its getting to the point where they can't even pass each other in the halls at work without illiciting a reaction, and that is just not on.

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A/N: Just so we are clear, I am an eighth year fic party games cliche whore. Ta ever so.

Ever since Harry's classmates returned to Hogwarts to redo their final year of study, things just havent seemed the same. Of course Harry knew things would have changed between all of them, but he frankly hadn't expected all the random shagging and hookups that have been taking place since the start of term. Hermione and Ron have been loyal to each other, obviously, but Harry has even caught Neville sneaking about on occasion and isn't that just lovely to know. The slytherins are even seeing some action, which is saying something considering the lingering tones of distrust that remain despite the Headmistress' attempt at putting them together in one common room in the name of interhouse unity. So why hasn't Harry been approached, not that he'd accept even if he were?

And then there is Malfoy, who for some reason Harry just can't seem to stop fighting with. Not physically of course, he thinks that they all have become too tired from the war for those kind of exchanges, but verbally. Every time they get anywhere near each other, they just can't seem to stop quarreling with each other. Harry's last year would be so much more peaceful if he just ignored Malfoy and stayed away from him, except no matter how hard he tries, they keep finding themselves around each other more and more.

Hermione is the first to realize that no one seems interested in Harry because they all think the fighting is just his and Malfoy's version of foreplay, not that she is going to tell Harry that, of course, and that's when the games begin, because Merlin! Those two just really need to get laid, and preferably by each other, if she does her job right.

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A post Hogwarts AU where Harry and Draco both work in the ministry in different departments and over the years their friend groups have somehow managed to merge together. Their constant passive-aggressive sarcastic arguing/flirting (its not banter because neither one enjoys it... really....) has irritated their mutual friend group to the point where their friends figure that the two need to just go ahead and shag and get the awkward not-courting over with so they can have some piece and quiet. Unfortunately for them the two in question are completely oblivious to the whole situation.

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Being single and the Chosen One isn't all it's cracked up to be. Harry Potter is tired of the matchmaking mothers, fauning fangirls, and smitten coworkers constantly invading his personal space. All he wants is to be left alone to find love on his own. He hopes telling Witch Weekly he's seeing someone special will finally do the trick.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

Thanks to a misunderstanding with a business lunch that Hermione asked Harry to attend in her stead one day soon after the article is released, the majority of Wizarding Britian now belives he's dating Draco Malfoy!

Draco couldn't be less amused.

Now, not only does Harry have to dodge his usual brand of stalkers, he now has to deal with a Malfoy who insists that Harry make it up to him for the inconvenience of being unwillfully incerted into Harry's love life. And Harry is finding that the more time he spends with Malfoy, the more he is beginning to realize that tall, blond, and snarky just might really do it for him after all.

Now all he has to do is convince Malfoy.

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Auror Harry Potter lives a modest life. He likes going to the pub to meet up with friends on the weekends, attending the occasional birthday party, and traditional family get togethers. He does NOT like ministry galas (though Robards, Shaklebolt, and sometimes Hermione make him go anyway), memorial services (there are always way too many and tackily overdone), and especially doesn't like clubbing or some of the other more seedier activities of the wizarding nitelife.

Fresh off a high from taking down another illegal potions ring, Harry's team decides they want to go out to the newly opened strip club on the more legitimate side of Knockturn Alley to celebrate. Harry, of course doesn't want to go, but as team lead, it'd be rude of him to turn down the invite and not have at least one drink with the team before making an exit, right?

Surprisingly, the club turns out more tasteful than he imagined it would. The dancers (both female and male) are all beautifully fit and professional with the patrons, the service is great, the furnishings are luxurious, and the alcohol is rich. But these aren't the things that tempt Harry to keep coming back afterward time and again. That would be the club's torturously teasing blond club owner, who had no right being more devastatingly attractive than Harry ever remembered him being, and who seemed to enjoy a little to much the idea of Harry Potter in his establishment.

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When Blaise Zabini suggests a game of shag to help make the 8th year at Hogwarts more interesting for his close friends and former housemates, Draco is sceptical at best, but when has he ever been known to back down from a challenge. The rules are simple: each person gets a list of 10 people they have to manage to shag by the end of the year. The one who completes their list the fastest, wins a free high class dinner of their choice, paid for by the losers. Proof must be provided in some way for each conquest.

Seems simple enough, until Draco opens the parchment with his list of names and sees Harry Potter written in the final slot. The scrolls were pulled as a blind draw, but Draco can't help but think he somehow ended up with that one on purpose. Of course, how could any of them possibly have known he'd secretly been finding Potter more and more attractive since the start of term?

Unbeknownst to Draco, however, as he ponders just how he is going to manage getting Potter in bed without destroying himself in the process, Harry's playing a game of his own that just might end up leaving Draco wrecked beyond reason regardless.

What is one supposed to do when the hunter becomes the prey?

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After finishing his final year at Hogwarts, Harry just didnt know what to do with himself. Since the revelations of the second war, he no longer felt like Auror was the right career for him, but he didnt know of anything else he could be good at. Quidditch, while fun, just didnt appeal. He spent most his days at home doing, well, not much.

So when Hermione showed up on his doorstep looking for a place to stay, he was more than happy for the company. And of course Ron wasn't far behind because, really, Harry would have worried if the redhead hadn't been. After that, others starting asking to stay for awhile. It wasnt for very long stays, a couple weeks here; a month or two there. But pretty soon it became unspoken knowledge that if you needed a place to stay for a spell, Harry would help you out.

And Harry was okay with that. It gave him something to do with the old pureblood house left to him by Sirius, and distract from his own insecurities in life. That is, of course, until he received the most unlikely request from Blaise Zabini, one of only a few people in the wizarding world he never expected to hear directly from again.

Should he agree to the former slyherin's plea? Could he really manage to share the same space with one Draco Malfoy without one of them killing the other? He just might be willing to find out.... Especially since Blaise sounded so desperate.

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It took Harry a year of dating Ginny to realize that they just were not right for each other and why. It took another 6 months for him to come to terms with his bisexuality. After that, all he wanted to do was find a respectable witch or wizard who didnt care about his fame to settle down with. But before he can take his relationships to a more serious level, they end up breaking up with him for one reason or another. And what's worse, end up on the cover of the Daily Profit only days later in the arms of Witch Weekly's favorite playboy-turned-philanthropist Draco fucking Malfoy.

The fic where Draco decides the best way to win Harry over is to sabatoge his relationships by "exposing" them as nothing more than fame-whores.