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Love Letters

A little something dark written for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server The prompt was Postcard.

Harry’s finger rubbed the edge of the stiff cardstock. 

The image was a vintage drawing of Westminster Abbey and the river Thames.

Well, love. You asked for it, so here it is. A word from home—rainy London—to keep you cool in Varanasi. 

Smiling, Harry reread the term of endearment over and over again. 

It’s been only a week and I miss you already. I still don’t understand the point in sending our trainee Aurors halfway across the world to finish training, but I suppose if that’s what you desire. I’m still shocked that you’ve decided to become an Auror.

Harry snorted. It certainly was an odd choice. But one he was incredibly happy with. Even if it meant being far from home. 

Draco’s handwriting got smaller now—messier. 

I miss running my fingers through your dark hair. The way you mewl when I tug. I get hard just thinking about it. Love, I miss the way you feel around me terribly.

A bright flush covered Harry’s cheeks and he bit his lip. God he wanted that. 

I can’t wait for your return, but in the meantime—go be the best of them. Beat all their arses. Your fiancé, Draco Malfoy.

People were approaching. Quickly, Harry surreptitiously tucked the postcard back into Astoria’s locker.  

When she arrived, she smiled sweetly at him. 

Harry’s heart was broken and twisted. He smiled back, but there was nothing inside. 

No amity, nor fondness. 

Only envy.

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Detective Malfoy taking a rest🤎

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A little something I wrote for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game! 💚

@incognitoburritto threw us a challenge with EXCEL. But I had fun incorporating Xenophilius Lovegood and his very convenient X!

E - Easing himself down to the fluttering grass, Harry skimmed the ticklish tips with the palms of his hands. The world was beautiful. The sun was beautiful. The dilapidated barn 50 meters away was beautiful. It was all so… beautiful. Harry wasn’t completely oblivious. He knew full well that he was using the word beautiful too much. But it was true. Although, he supposed the funky tea he’d drank might’ve been the true source of beauty. 

X - Xenophilius Lovegood had convinced them all to come out to his childhood home after the war had been won. Harry hadn’t wanted to. Neither had Hermione. In fact, it was Ron who’d thought they should give a relaxing reset a try. 

C - Casting his gaze to the left, Harry watched Ron make iridescent bubbles with his wand. He was beautiful. He seemed at peace, like a mended shirt that was now missing a sleeve. And Hermione, for all her grumbling, had a goofy smile plastered on her face as she helped Luna search for sprites in the spirit of scientific study.  

E - Everything was magnificent and exactly how it was meant to be. Harry understood that now.  Closing his eyes, he lay down in the grass and let the wind warm his skin. A small insect must’ve climbed up on him for his hand twitched at the soft feeling of the small animal trawling up his arm. As he lay there, movement to his right alerted him to another’s presence. At first he thought it was his mother. But the static in the air wasn’t hers. This was prickly. And sharp. But mostly fearful. 

L - Looking at the person lying next to him, Harry smiled when he was met with a dazed and unsure grey gaze. Draco had needed this. This push. And Harry would meet him half way. He slipped his hand into Draco’s and leaned up to kiss him. There was a sharp intake of breath and a brief push of lips. When Harry leaned back, he realised that this was true beauty. This moment. This beginning.

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Harry Tells The Kids The Story of Their First Date

@drarrymicrofic prompt: butt, WC: 50 “He used to make fun of me all the time,” Harry reminisced, “I was the butt of all his jokes. So much so that the first time he complimented me, I automatically responded, 'Fuck off, Malfoy'. Then I had to chase him down, apologise and ask him for a drink.”

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The third and final drabble for the Draco Tops Harry Discord Server June Drabble Challenge!

Prompt: Slytherin Word count: 438

Special rule: Draco must receive a gift of some sort.

Lily’s Gift—Green Eyes (438 words) by BlueBeards_Wife @virtuallola Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, MYSTERY WOMAN - Character Additional Tags: Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Hogwarts First Year, Slytherin Harry Potter, Drabble, Cute Draco Malfoy, He’s only 11, Birthday Presents, Getting a chance, Draco Tops Harry Discord Drabble Challenge Series: Part 9 of Drabbles Summary: On Draco’s eleventh birthday, he receives a visit from a mystery woman. She claims to be a distant relative, but oddest of all is the gift she has for him. It’s only later that Draco understands that the true gift was a chance.

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@drarrymicrofic | 338 words | prompt: skirt

T, some suggestiveness, crossdressing ( which isn't inherently nsfw I might add)

The skirt stared Harry in the face. It was a golden honeysuckle color, layers of ruffles that reached his knees. Around the waist was a ribbon with a bow on the front.

Adorable. Harry grinned as he pulled it on. He was wearing stockings under the skirt, white lace-edged stockings that matched his ruffle-sleeved yellow blouse. Jewelry completed the outfit, golden hoop earrings and bracelets with pearls.

I look like a princess, Harry thought, staring in the mirror. He was still slender but rapidly gaining weight, and couldn't be happier for it.

Draco was minding his own business, chatting idly with his friends, when the door opened and who should enter but Potter.

Draco's mouth fell open, trailing off mid-sentence. Potter was wearing a skirt, and he looked beautiful. Lacy white stockings covered most of his legs, with a strip of bare skin at the top peeking tantalizingly out.

Draco felt a rushing inside of him. He needed to touch. He needed to feel the soft and tender flesh of Potter.

Potter was coming towards him. Potter was swishing his skirt around his legs. Potter was sitting on Draco's lap.

Harry grinned to himself, feeling Malfoy go still with a gasp. He hadn't tucked his skirt underneath himself, leading to Malfoy's fine gray trousers directly touching his bare thighs.

Draco couldn't believe what he was feeling. Potter was sitting on his lap, their thighs touching, and Draco could feel frills. His mind went overboard, picturing the bountiful cheeks on the magnificent posterior now placed on him.

Harry leaned back, resting himself against Malfoy with a sigh. He was surprisingly comfortable. He knew Malfoy liked chubby boys. And he did too; it was so much better than being skinny had been.

More than skinny, but he didn't like to think about that time in his life.

Malfoy was poking something in his face. Chocolates! Chocolate balls filled with sweet cream and caramel, oh so sweet and good...

And if Malfoy's hands got a little curious, well, Harry didn't mind.

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Married doesn't mean boring. It's all fun and games in this fic.

After a bad day Draco gets treated to a game of tell and show.

Then afterwards...

Have you ever wanted Draco and Harry to visit the Slytherin dorms as adults?

Mine/Yours

https://archiveofourown.org/works/83109331

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Shopping Trip

for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game prompt: Phone. WC: 347

“Perhaps you would like to see this in a different color?” The shop assistant suggested helpfully, eyeing the discarded stack of shirts and trousers threatening to topple off the nearby chair. “Or I could go and fetch something different. Something… a little more daring?”

He cut his eyes to the young man, daring seemed to be his forte. The tight red leather skirt ended several inches above his knees while the waistband rose high and was topped by a flowing black shirt with a fussy, floppy bow at the neckline. The outfit was completed by towering platform heels in shiny red that made the man stand several inches taller than Harry. 

“Okay, show me what you have in mind.” He took a sip from the champagne he’d been handed when he entered the store and screwed up his face.  He never had liked the stuff. The assistant returned a few minutes later, arms laden with colorful garments. “I think this one is perfect for you but I brought several for you to try if not” Nothing could have prepared Harry for the rush of power he felt when he looked in the dressing room mirror. The pleated black skirt was tiny, microscopic even, barely covering the curve of his arse. But it showed off his muscular thighs to their full advantage. The white button up top was almost demure if you discounted the fact that it was sheer enough that the dusky pink of his nipples shown through.  “I’ll take it,” he said immediately. A thrill of excitement ran through him at the thought of Draco’s reaction.  He checked his reflection one last time before stepping out of the dressing room.

“Ernggg.”  Draco grabbed Harry’s arm and immediately apparated them home.  “You’re going to get me arrested for shoplifting.” He laughed as Draco hauled him towards the bedroom.  “They have my card on file.” Draco had regained the power of speech apparently. “Bend over.” The sight of the lacey knickers stole Draco’s words once more. Fortunately for Harry, words weren’t needed for quite some time after that.  

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Indy 500 and Drarry 😉

Written for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server. The prompt was FLAG, WC: 443

Draco flipped through the channels on his Muggle television. He really shouldn’t have listened to Theo when he said it was worth it. The thing was bulky, ugly, and the reception was poorer than the Weasel’s bank vault. 

Still, when it afforded him a way to pass the time and the lonely nights, Draco could admit it held some charm. He especially liked the QVC shopping channel. He may have bought one or two priceless pieces of Muggle art, and a Dustbuster that he was more than pleased with. 

Turning to pick up his Dustbuster, Draco vacuumed the stray flakes of pastry and then set it down again. He licked his fingers and hesitated when he changed the channel and an old black and white horror movie came on. 

Frankenstein’s Daughter.

Hmmm. That certainly looked good for a laugh, but Draco scrunched his nose. He was looking for something else. 

He zapped through the channels at a record pace until he reached the international ones. Suddenly, he was looking at an overhead shot of a racetrack. Staring, Draco raised an eyebrow as the announcer said, “In a few short moments, the race will begin. Wilkinson definitely has something to prove today, but I think the crowd will be looking at Heathwood to see if he can catch up.” 

Draco was just about to change the channel when the camera zoomed in on a person on a little platform hovering slightly above the starting line.

It couldn’t be. 

Surely not. And most definitely not wearing the skimpiest short shorts Draco had ever seen in his entire life. Merlin, half his arse was hanging out. 

Draco licked his lips and leaned in closer—the static of the tv screen getting fuzzier.

“Here we go!” the announcer shouted. “The race will begin and it’s a newcomer from England who’s going to wave the starting flag!” 

Draco’s mouth dropped open in shock.

“Harry Potter—a young British celebrity of obscure fame—has the flag in his hand…”

Leaning against the railing, Potter shimmied his arse and held the flag across his body. There was a loud countdown and when it reached one, Harry whipped the green flag and the cars were off, zooming like bullets and sounding like mosquitoes. 

It was preposterous. Potter—Harry—was currently in the States waving a flag at some sort of race car event and Draco just so happened to see him.

And his juicy arse. 

Draco immediately got up and wiped the crumbs from his shirt. 

He needed to get to the Ministry and Portkey to wherever the Indy 500 took place at once. This was too good to pass up.

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Mpreg Monday 😏 (thank you @incognitoburritto for the title) 💚

For the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game. The word was Happy. Wc: 245

H- Harry looked up at Draco from his seat. The fear is his green gaze tugged at Draco’s heartstrings. Draco hated this. He hated hospitals. They smelled weird, had a bunch of viruses and germs prowling about, and the doctors always ignored them. 

A - Alright. Draco admitted that they might’ve pushed the limits of the St Mungo’s staff’s patience. But this was their first child! Of course they were going to show up when Harry started experiencing contractions! How were they to know it was only Braxton Hicks and not the real deal? 

P - Plus, with Harry being precocious in all areas of life, it stood to reason that he’d deliver early as well. And this time the contractions were for real.

P - Pushing his ire to the side, Draco approached the old battle-axe mediwitch at the front desk and tapped his fingers against the counter when she ignored him. Eventually he cleared his throat in irritation and she looked up. 

Y - “You again?” she drawled.

“Yes, me again, you cruel and neglectful harpy! My husband is on the precipice of delivering our first and perfect child!” Draco hissed.

She glanced behind him at Harry and her face turned green. “Oh! Why didn’t you say something before!” she shrieked.

Draco held back from hexing her and quickly went to his husband. The mediwitch showed Harry to a wheelchair and Draco held his hand as they made their way together to their new future. Potter-Malfoy, party of three, coming right up.

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No Game

for @draco-tops-harry-discord-server word game prompt: Lunch. WC: 164 “Lunch!” Harry blurted out as he stumbled to a stop at Draco’s desk. His face immediately went hot and he turned to go. Fuck, why did he turn into a blithering idiot the minute he tried to say something nice to the gorgeous blonde currently smirking up at him. “The meal between breakfast and dinner, typically eaten midday.” He turned his elegant wrist and checked his watch. “Around now, in fact.” “Mmmhmm,” Harry squeaked. “I was just thinking about walking down to the cafe to treat myself to a pastry for lunch today.” Draco stood and adjusted his cuffs, drawing Harry’s eyes to his ring bedecked fingers. “Oh, okay, I’ll just…” Harry turned to go, kicking himself for his lack of game. “Would you care to accompany me?” Draco’s cool drawl slid over his heated skin like cool water on a summer day. “Yeah. I would like that.” Harry followed Draco to the lifts beaming. Maybe Draco had game enough for both of them.

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Kiss Me

for @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game prompt: Sink. WC: 174 Surely he wasn’t expected to go through with this. When he’d allowed Hermione to put him up for auction for the charity gala he’d thought he’d take a sweet older witch to tea or something. Instead he had been “purchased” by Draco sodding Malfoy of all people. Harry was sure he had some nefarious plan in mind. The git was always up to something. He sighed and resigned himself to a miserable night as he Apparated away to the given address. Never in a million years, if someone had told him the night would have ended this way would he have believed them. Malfoy had taken him to dinner in a Muggle restaurant, been charming and suave. Harry had initially tried to maintain his resentment and annoyance but Malfoy chipped away at it until they were smiling and laughing together late into the night. Now, standing outside his flat, back pressed against the wall as Malfoy stood impossibly close but not touching, all he could say was, “Kiss me, please.”

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For the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server acrostic word game!

The word was Flow. Word count: 332

F - For weeks now, Harry had been wanking to images of Malfoy—sweaty and covered in specks of dried blood—as he washed himself clean under the hot spray of the Auror showers. But it was hardly Harry's fault. He'd caught a glimpse of Malfoy's cut and muscled body when they'd come back from their latest mission. Having both agreed that the grime from filthy tavern beds they'd spent the last four weeks in had needed to come off, they ran to the showers. Only, Harry hadn't expected to see Malfoy naked when he turned and reached for his towel. He hadn't expected how much he'd like the view. How turned on he'd be. L - Longing for more, his body urged him to think of Malfoy each night. Harry would moan and whimper with the toy buzzing away in his arse as his hand squeezed his desperate length to completion. At this rate he was going to get calluses… But there was no helping it, especially since it seemed that ever since that ill-fated shower, Malfoy had made it a point to constantly strut half-naked around Harry. O - Once, Harry had had to clutch his bag in front of his crotch and Apparate home with the lie that he was feeling ill. Lying was unfortunate but he couldn't very well tell Draco that he needed to go home to wank… Although—maybe…No, it was a terrible idea and Malfoy would never go for it. Today however was different. Out of sick days, Harry excused himself and hid in the toilet cubicle to quickly pull himself off. W - Without warning however, the door was hit and exploded wide open. Harry stood there with his erect penis in his hand, his mouth gaping open in shock as he took in Draco Malfoy. Draco smirked and his sharp gaze quickly danced down to Harry's hands before locking onto his eyes. "Bend over and I'll give you what you really want," he drawled. Harry let out a sigh. "Finally."

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A little something I wrote for the @draco-tops-harry-discord-server word game.

The word I had to use was penguin. Word count: 227.

Draco looked at the orange lump. No, not the Weasley lump back at base—Potter. Harry. Chosen One. Saviour turned hare-brained Antarctic explorer. Honestly, what business did they have bringing magic to orcas and penguins? What earthly advantage could there be to claiming this territory a magical safe space?

The frigid winds were made up of nothing but snowflakes and air, but they burned nonetheless. Wiping away the snow from his goggles, when Draco’s vision cleared, all he saw was the vague orange shape of Potter’s arse through his snowsuit.

Currently, Draco only knew one thing for sure—he’d lost his marbles. He’d actually volunteered to come and accompany Potter after Weasley had been laid out with some sort of malady.

Potter finished casting whatever useless—because honestly, who would even bother coming here—Barrier Spell the Ministry had asked for and then turned to look at Draco.

Fuck.

Instantly, Draco’s ire melted away. Those bright and excited green eyes were why he’d said yes to replace Weasley.

Not to mention, Potter—little radiator that he was—joined Draco in his bunk each night to keep him warm.

And oh, the way he moaned got Draco’s blood boiling.

Suddenly, Draco was too hot. He licked his lips and smiled. “Come on, snow bunny. I’ve got a new mission for you.”

Harry laughed and held out his hand.

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The fourth drabble for the Draco Tops Harry Discord Server Monthly drabble challenge!

the prompt was weakness for 339 words!

Give in to Your Weakness (339 words) by BlueBeards_Wife @virtuallola Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins (Harry Potter), Dubious Consent, Prisoner Harry Potter, Smut, Angst, Dark Draco Malfoy, Drabble, Anal Sex, Rough Sex, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Harry doesn’t want to, but he loves it, Top Draco Malfoy, Bottom Harry Potter, Draco Tops Harry Discord Drabble Challenge Series: Part 8 of Drabbles Summary: Draco knew he shouldn’t. He knew the risks. But Harry Potter was chained up in the Manor’s dungeons. How could he not? Harry was his weakness after all…