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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

To have a Home

Aulophobia

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott Additional Tags: Lawyer Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Draco Malfoy, Runaway Harry Potter, Runaway Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Musician Draco Malfoy, Suicidal Harry Potter, (in the past), Harry Potter Dealing With Trauma, Harry Potter Leaves the Wizarding World, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Sybill Trelawney's Prophecy About Harry Potter and Voldemort, Oxford, Magical Bond, Magical Accidents, Romance, Mystery, Folk Music, Secret Relationship, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Past Abuse, Happy Ending, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), H/D Career Fair 2023, Digital Art, Art

Summary:

Not quite a decade after the war, Draco Malfoy was happy with his quiet little Muggle life in Oxford. He had a small group of friends from the university he’d attended, and colleagues from the law firm where he worked as a solicitor. He played folk music on his violin around the city. And he volunteered to provide legal services getting mostly idiot teenagers out of trouble with the law. His life was full. He had no contact with the magical world, and all was the way he liked it. And the feeling of emptiness in his chest, the feeling some part of him was missing, was at least better than the alternative. Or at least it was until the last few months when he kept getting called down to the police station to get Harry Potter out of trouble. Indecent exposure and possession was one thing, but the latest charge was for murder.

OR

Harry and Draco find each other again after the war in Oxford, a completely non-magical city. Together they solve the mystery of the city which hates all wizards but them.

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Excerpt:

“Potter, what are you doing skulking out here?”  Malfoy had come out of the pub and found the dark spot round the side of the building where Harry was hiding.

“I got too hot,” Harry said awkwardly, and not very convincingly.

“You sure that’s it?” Malfoy quirked one eyebrow, and Harry nodded.  Malfoy shrugged.  “We can go, if you like?”

“No. No, it’s fine, Malfoy.  Honestly, I just needed some air.  You go back in and play.”

There was something different about Malfoy.  Something in the way he was looking at him.  He’d noticed glances like this before, but never this intense or sustained.

“And what if I wanted to stay out here with you?”  Malfoy reached out and took one of Harry’s hands.  His index finger on his other hand traced the scar on Harry’s forehead down to where it touched his cheek.  Harry’s breath hitched.

“Malfoy?”

“Potter.” Malfoy’s tongue wet his lower lip.  Harry wanted to capture that lip between his own.

“We shouldn’t,” Harry said, even as he put his free hand in Malfoy’s hair and drew them closer.

“It’s a bad idea?  Aren’t you known for those?”  Malfoy leant in even closer.  There was barely a hair's breadth between them.  “I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen.  That stupid fucking dragon and your heroics.  There was always something special about watching you fly.”

“You hated me at fourteen.”

“I was obsessed with you at fourteen.  I would do anything to get you to look at me.”

“Fuck,” Harry breathed out, pressing into Malfoy’s body.

“I’m going to kiss you now.  And then I’m going to Apparate us back home.”

“But what about…”

“Adrian will take my instruments back to the barge.  He has a spare key.  And, as for using magic.  Right now, I couldn’t give two shits.  I can’t wait.  I’m not a very patient man at the best of times, Potter, and I think I’ve been good long enough.”

The patrons of the pub stepped out half an hour later, after last order had been called, to a fireworks display, lighting up the sky over the pub.  They couldn’t, however, quite pinpoint its point of origin, or who was setting them off.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: Recursion

Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) @tessacrowley

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Severus Snape Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Sirius Black, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Physics, Philosophy, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Harry Potter, Character Study, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Self-Worth Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Child Abuse, Classic Rock, Animagus, Soulmates, age difference?, in the sense that one of them is an adult trapped in their own adolescent body, it IS a time travel fic

Summary:

A process is recursive when it defines or contains itself; e.g., the Fibonacci sequence, which determines the next number as the sum of the previous two. But not all recursive processes are mathematical. Recursion can happen in a temporal context when, for instance, the powerful magical force that is true love drags you back in time so it can create itself, endangering the fate of the Wizarding World—not to mention the very fabric of space and time—along the way.

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Excerpt:

Impatiently, Draco explains, “I’m allowed to speak while I’m inside the Department.”

“Yeah, I figured out that much,” Potter says. He clears his throat. “I just… I haven’t heard… your voice. In a while.”

“Yes,” Draco hisses, “because we haven’t spoken at all in twenty years, which bring me back nicely to my original question: what in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“I,” Potter answers, then doesn’t finish.

“If you’re stalking me again,” Draco says, folding his arms over his chest, “I’m just going to file a restraining order.”

“I’m not stalking you,” Potter answers defensively. “I just… I’m just flummoxed by you!”

“Flummoxed? What the hell about me is so flummoxing?”

“Everything!” Potter snaps. He gestures to Draco’s clothes. “You’re wearing Muggle athletic wear for a start—”

“It’s Lululemon! I can’t bloody well do yoga in my fucking Unspeakable robes, can I?”

“Since when have you done yoga?” Potter continues, as if it’s an extension of his original point. “I can’t imagine it’s particularly en vogue within pureblood circles!”

“Actually, yoga was pioneered by Indian wizards over two thousand years ago—”

“And you’re eating Muggle takeout and drinking Starbucks—”

“I didn’t have time to cook last night!” Draco cries, a little defensive. “And Ellie at the Starbucks down the street makes a better London Fog than I ever could—”

“—and listening to fucking AC/DC on your iPhone,” Potter concludes, gesturing to the little white earbud strings still dangling down his chest. “People can change, Malfoy, but generally not this much!”

“And how, precisely, the fuck does it matter to you?” Draco barks. “Why the sudden interest? So I like curry and classic rock now, in what way is that any of your business?”

Potter opens his mouth, but doesn’t seem to have an answer. His too-green eyes flicker down to Draco’s Lululemon leggings, and now that they’re facing each other, Draco realizes—

Is Potter staring at his leggings, or at his legs?

Several things in Draco’s head rearrange themselves. Is that why Potter’s been harassing him these past few days?

“I guess it’s not,” Potter answers eventually, recovering as well as he can from a silence that had gone on just a hair too long. He looks up at meets Draco’s eyes.

Draco wants to say, Aren’t you married? The question is dangling right at the edge of his tongue; he can practically taste it.

Eventually, though, he swallows it back down. He’s gotten something wrong. There’s no way that Harry Fucking Potter of all people, heteronormative savior of all the Wizarding World, has been checking out his ass in yoga pants.

“Glad we’ve gotten that settled, then,” he says airily. “Potter, please try to relax. My Starbucks-drinking, Led Zeppelin-listening ways are not part of some grand plot to destroy the world.”

“I,” Potter says, looking a little embarrassed, “I didn’t think they were.”

“Wonderful. Then feel free to stop following me around.”

“I wasn’t—” Potter gives up the sentence halfway through saying it. He shakes his head. “See you around, Malfoy.”

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: White Horses

JStevens

Chapters: 49/49 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, The regular cast of Hogwarts really Additional Tags: Written Pre-Half Blood Prince, Drarry, Angst, Drama, Humor, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Death Eaters, Betrayal, Chronic Illness, Dodgy charms, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Societal Homophobia, Oh God The Typos, no beta we die like men, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Deception, Prophecy, Abusive Parents, Slow Burn, But is it really?, Maybe if we're talking about a dumpster fire, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, I APOLOGIZE, Novel Length, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

They say there are no white horses—those that we think of as white are really just a faded deceitful gray. And if there are no white horses, certainly there are no true heroes who will come riding in on one to save us from all our pain.

After learning of the prophecy that will change his future, Harry returns to Hogwarts School for sixth year and finds that not everyone is who he thought they were. It seems that he is not. Definitely Draco Malfoy is not. As he tries to find a path to the end of his time at Hogwarts, he will have to grapple with questions of who to trust and who to love while navigating a world full of threats. This is a story of how we sometimes deceive ourselves and others, but hopefully find something true in the end.

(Well, no, actually, this is just a very long story that was written pre-HBP and previously posted on FictionAlley. It covers both sixth and seventh year, which means a great many things happen over that long period. It's hard to summarize a story of this length without spoiling many early arcs, but do know that it features the Wizarding world as a homophobic society in the 1990s and that does factor heavily into parts of the plot, so I wish to put that warning out front.)

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Excerpt:

"Why, Potter!" he exclaimed, a mocking glint in his gray eyes. "You hypocritical bastard—that's a Dark spell. Imagine, the Gryffindor Wonder Boy using Dark magic."

Harry looked aside, refusing to meet Draco's eyes, and he muttered, "These aren't that Dark. Nothing like the Unforgivables."

Draco didn't like the knowing tone with which Harry mentioned the Unforgivables, and he was distracted by whatever it was he saw in Harry's face—which caused him to miss blocking the high-level pain curse Harry threw at him next.

The Slytherin fell to the floor screaming, his reaction completely beyond his control as his body jerked spasmodically and seemed to try to tear itself apart. "Shit!" Harry spat, and he cast the counter-curse without thinking. He was on his knees beside Malfoy in a second, already casting a pain relieving spell for magical maladies. "Damn it, Draco! What were you doing?! You know how to block a curse like that!"

Draco stared up at him, not really comprehending what the dark-haired boy was saying as his eyes slowly cleared from the haze of pain. He thought dimly to himself, Seems like as good a time as ever. And he lurched up, grabbing Harry by the front of his shirt and kissing the other boy with his eyes wide open and looking straight into those green irises that would surely be his downfall.

After just a second, Harry jerked away, gaping at Draco wordlessly as he brought up his hand as if to touch his assaulted lips. Then he spun around and ran from the room without a word. Draco was left lying on the floor alone, marveling at the tingling aftershocks of pain from Harry's curse and the brief softness he'd felt in Harry's lips. 

Maybe he'd moved too fast, but it had seemed obvious that Harry hadn't forgotten about the morning, and Draco had been...curious. That was all.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

In Another Life (I Would Make You Stay)

aboutmalfoy

Chapters: 44/44 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Colin Creevey, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Daphne Greengrass, Parvati Patil, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, taking liberties with time turners, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Slow Burn, seriously you have to be patient with me, Plot, world building, um so much world building, Pakistani Potter Family, Urdu, Siblings, Protective Siblings, Memories, Recovered Memories, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotionally Hurt Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Family, Slytherin Harry Potter, Unexpected Careers, Unexpected friendships, Black Family, the purebloods are at it again, Unspeakables, Music, Character Study, Kinda, Fluff, ? - Freeform, yeah i’m tagging fluff, Pining

Summary:

Seven years out from the war, Hermione comes to Harry with a way to undo the lasting damage done to the Wizarding World, and save those once lost. The catch is, only Harry will remember anything differently. When Harry wakes up in the world where Voldemort never came to be, he’ll have to navigate the life he never lived as if he’d been there all along. Except, a version of Harry was there all along—and he may not be so easily overridden.

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Excerpt:

Then, after several tracks had gone by, the music paused for slightly too long of a moment. People looked about themselves in confusion, but then relaxed at the sound of Neville’s voice.

“All right everyone,” he said. “My time’s about up, and then I’ll have to make way for the people you all actually came to see.”

There was a scattering of applause and laughter, as if agreeing only partially.

“I’m going to do one last song, though,” he went on. “And this one is actually special.”

Harry furrowed his brow, shrugging at his friends’ questioning looks. The entire audience had perked up, though, awaiting an explanation. There was always going to be a certain charge in the air when something ‘unplanned’ occurred in a setting like this.

There was minor grumbling to just turn the music back on, however, and Harry didn’t necessarily disagree.

“See there’s this friend of mine and, well, I’ll spare you the details. But this is sort of for him, actually,” he said, and Harry paused, looking up at Neville with wide eyes.

“Mate,” Neville went on, clearly addressing him even though his eyes were on the crowd. “I think he should hear it for once. And since you won’t say it, it sorta looks like I gotta do it for you. Since I’m a good friend that way.”

And then he had the audacity to wink as the first chords came through the speakers.

Harry stood completely still, cheeks flooding red with the mortification of immediate understanding.

“I’m not a perfect person,” Neville sang, and the crowd went crazy in seconds.

Draco was still looking up at the singer in clear confusion, so Harry got to witness the exact moment when he registered what was happening, and the hand in Harry’s went slack with disbelief.

The blond turned, slowly, to look at Harry.

There was an avalanche of emotion in his eyes. Not only incredulity—and some embarrassment—but vulnerability, and even something that looked like hope. Like he didn’t quite trust reality.

Harry could feel their friends' wary eyes fixed to the side of his face.

“Are you grand-gesturing me right now?” Draco asked finally, over the music. “Is that what this actually is?”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you It’s something I must live with everyday”

Harry swallowed. “Not on purpose?” he tried.

And then Draco was laughing, short and helpless, like he was stunned. “Circe,” he said, his smile wide and almost awed. “You haven’t done something even close to this ridiculous for me since we were fifteen.”

“It wasn’t even me this time!” Harry protested, but was unable to control the answering smile spreading across his face.

“Gods,” said Draco with a shake of his head. “You just really make me want to kiss you. To just… give in and fall in love with you again.”

Harry blinked, his heartbeat stuttering before it suddenly kicked up rapidly. “Really?”

Draco reached out gently, his hand coming to rest on Harry’s cheek. “So much,” he confided, and Harry was aware of little else but that touch. “It’s like after all these years, you’re just… you’re suddenly right there.”

Harry took in a breath. “Draco,” he said, his own hope crashing. “You know that I’m not… you know.”

“—to change who I used to be”

“I think I do,” agreed Draco. “And that’s why I can’t. You need to understand yourself, and everything you are now, before I can… before I can let you all the way in again, Harry. I have to know you and trust you. And you need to figure out who you are before that could even be possible. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I do,” Harry said honestly, just as the music came to its close in the background. “But I also know that I love you. I might be a mess—my mind might be a mess. But I know that I love you and I would never hurt you again.”

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Shut Up, This Is Love

MyNameIsThunder @thunderfiction

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Soulmarks, Deathly Hallows AU, Horcrux Hunt With Draco, Minor Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, No cheating, Pining, Getting Together, “Unrequited” Love, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Sharing Clothes, Huddling For Warmth, Swearing, POV Harry Potter, POV Third Person Limited, Present Tense because it seemed fitting for a Songfic, An Excessive Use of The Oxford Comma, Song: The Chain (Fleetwood Mac), Blood, Injury, mentioned torture, H/D Wireless 2023, Digital Art

Summary:

A soulmark is never wrong, Draco tells him — as if Harry cares what this damn chain on his arm says. But Harry is nothing if not stubborn, and he’d rather die than let a stupid mark determine whom he can and cannot have.

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Excerpt:

“Congratulations on destroying the Horcrux,” Draco says, but his smile is thin, and his eyes are restless. He doesn’t comment on Ron’s miraculous reappearance. “Your hair is very wet. Also, your lips are blue.”

“Midnight swim,” Harry says. His own smile is genuine, even if his teeth are chattering and his lips are trembling. 

“You’ve got to stop with those,” Draco says gravely, and he’s got a sour look on his face as he throws three layers of blankets over Harry’s shoulders and starts to rub his arms roughly. “You look like a corpse.”

Warmth floods Harry’s body before he can protest, enveloping him like a loving embrace, pooling in his chest, and Harry is seized by a wave of emotions. He nearly suffocated. Ron came back. Someone out there is actively helping them. They finally destroyed that wretched Horcrux. He’s got a wand again. Draco … 

Draco cares. 

Feeling lighter, warmer, more optimistic than he has in a long time, Harry leans in and kisses him.

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Title & Possession

Kbrick @kbrick

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Lavender Brown, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Kreacher (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Roommates, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Sentient Magical Houses (Harry Potter), Sexual Tension, Fights, Sexual Identity, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Obsessed with Harry Potter, Harry Potter Doesn't Understand Why Malfoy Won't Wear Anything But Pants, Slow Build, First Time, Banter, H/D Wireless 2023, Flirty Draco Malfoy, long game, Slow Burn, Coming Out, Seduction, Dirty Talk, Dirty Dancing, Smoking, Drinking, Clubbing, Harry and Ginny’s relationship is in the toilet

Summary:

Harry Potter’s life is going well in the aftermath of the war.

Sure, his house is dark and run-down and might hate him (while his house elf definitely hates him). But other than that, things are good.

Except, yeah, okay, Hermione and Ron are no longer on speaking terms. Worse, they keep trying to get Harry to pick sides. But otherwise, Harry couldn’t be happier.

Well. Except for the fact that Ginny is being super weird about their relationship and never wants to have sex or talk about the future. But other than that, Harry is perfectly fine, thankyouverymuch.

At least, he is until Draco Malfoy sues him for ownership of Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place.

Then Harry really isn’t fine at all.

 Song Prompt: Misery Loves Company by Asking Alexandria

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Excerpt:

After, they were back at it, and Potter was dancing so close Draco was dizzy with it. He had his hands in Draco’s back pockets, his nose at Draco’s neck. “You always smell so good. But up close like this? Fucking hell.”

“You do, too,” Draco managed, his voice unsteady. He was so off his game. He was incapable of thinking clearly with Potter’s hands on him. “I like - I like the way your hoodies smell.”

”You’ve smelled my hoodies?” Draco opened his mouth, horrified, but Potter simply laughed. “I looked in your shower and sniffed your shampoo once. I was tempted to use it, so I’d smell a little like you, but I didn’t.” Draco couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t breathe. Potter straightened, looking at him again. His fingertips found their way to Draco’s mouth. “Your lips are so pretty. I love the way the top one goes into this sharp dip here.”

Draco kissed his finger, unable to stop himself. He wanted, he wanted, and he was so bad at doing the right thing.

Potter stopped and stared, and then he lunged.

His mouth was hot against Draco’s, and every bit as soft as Draco had imagined. Draco dragged him closer, his senses too full, full of pounding bass and the taste of Potter, the feel of Potter’s body pressed all along his, Potter’s hip bones under his hands, Potter’s prickly stubble scraping his chin and cheeks.

“I want you,” Potter said after long moments of heady snogging. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Potter, you’re drunk.” He said it with zero conviction.

“Don’t care,” Potter said, coming back to kiss him. “Take me home. I want you to show me. I want you to show me how it could be.”

Potter’s hands were sliding down the back of his jeans now, gripping the bare skin of his arse. He groaned and pressed his cock against Potter’s. He was so bloody hard, had been for the last hour at least.

“Jesus, Draco. When you told me what it was like,” Potter whispered in his ear. “Being fucked. I haven’t stopped thinking about it. I want you to show me.”

“Sweet Salazar,” Draco murmured, and then he stopped and thought about what Potter just said.

Potter wanted to experiment. That’s what this was. He wanted to try this on now, while he and the Weaslette weren’t together. It was probably his one chance, because she’d take him back soon enough. Surely, she would, unless she really was a fucking idiot.

If they did this, it would be earth-shattering, ruinous, incredible. And then Potter would return to his actual life, his sweet little girlfriend, and Draco would be tossed aside like trash. “No,” he said, pushing Potter off. “No, you’re drunk. You don’t want this. You’re drunk and heartbroken and—”

“I’m not that drunk!” Potter’s eyes were full of fire. “I know what I’m doing. I know what I want.” He came closer, nipped at Draco’s lower lip, slid his hands up Draco’s shirt, skimming over his ribs.

“Fuck,” Draco breathed, pressing his cock to Potter’s again, feeling how hard Potter was, visions of fucking Potter dancing through his head. Holy hell, he wanted this. He wanted this. Saying no again might actually kill him, but— “No. Stop.”

Potter stopped.

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Vipera Berus

Justlikewriting

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Snake Character, Thorfinn Rowle, Mr Borgin (Harry Potter), Original Characters, Ron Weasley, John Dawlish Additional Tags: Nightmares, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Getting Back Together, Pining Draco Malfoy, And I mean he's seriously pining, Loneliness, Vipera Berus (Common Adder), Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Alcohol, Drinking, Auror Harry Potter, Undercover, Crucio | Cruciatus Curse (Harry Potter), Parselmouth Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is a Mess, And so is the Manor, Domestic Fluff, Bigotry & Prejudice, Angst with a Happy Ending, Wolfsbane, Werewolves, but not Harry or Draco, Hurt/Comfort, No Smut, Implied Sexual Content, H/D Wireless 2023, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Harry's Cover Is Blown

Summary:

Everything was fine. Draco resided at the Manor, made a decent living selling potions and most of his customers actually kept coming back despite his last name. Hence, Draco was fine. He really was.

So what, if he was still waiting.

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Excerpt:

 “But-. How did you even know? How do you mean you felt that there was something wrong here?”

At which Harry gave him an almost incredulous look. “I used a surveillance spell on your shop straight after Rowle came looking for me that first time. You didn’t think I’d just-.” There was disbelief to Harry’s words now too, paired with a strong sense of urgency, a singular forcefulness to his gaze that was effectively pinning Draco down in a way that no Incarcerous would ever be strong enough to match.

For a moment it just enveloped them, almost palpable in its strength. And then Harry cupped Draco’s jaw, his thumb softly caressing Draco’s cheek.

He didn’t speak again, just kept watching Draco for a moment. Intense. And Burning. And it was only with a distant kind of awareness that Draco felt Berry slide off of his arm, while his gaze was held captive by Harry’s eyes. While he was drowning and there was only one thing he could think of to stay afloat.

So, ultimately, it was Draco who kissed Harry, kissed him right in the middle of the battlefield that was his shop, not even caring what Archibald or Richard would think.

Their kiss tasted of blood and sweat. Of victory and the kind of hope that Draco hadn’t let himself feel for a long time, not since - years after the war - he’d finally realised that it was all hopeless, that waiting for Harry was completely futile, that he didn’t stand a chance in hell, nor anywhere else for that matter.

It was when he’d also known that, all else notwithstanding, he would still wait. Even if it would eventually drown him completely. Because he didn’t have a choice, because there would never be anyone else, because there could never be anyone else.

“Hey.” Harry’d pulled back from their kiss a little, watching him with concern.

The fragile moment didn’t last though, as that was when, suddenly, the door to the shop opened and they both saw Ron enter, followed by a group of Aurors who took in the scene, quickly realised that there were no assailants left to battle anymore and then started to take people away.

Ron only briefly looked at Harry - not even surprised at seeing him and Draco kind of huddled together - after which he went to talk to Archibald and Richard first.

“A Healer will be here soon, too,” Harry stated next, his attention all Draco’s again.

“’M fine,” Draco tried to reassure. He felt Harry’s arms around him tighten, holding him up, even though Draco actually wouldn’t mind lying down for a bit. He was suddenly tired, like his whole body was giving up now that imminent danger seemed to have subsided. And on top of that blood had inconveniently started dripping down his front again.

Harry didn’t answer, just guided Draco’s forehead to lean on his shoulder, the gesture warm and caring.

And something Draco never thought he’d ever have.

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Take You Home

lq_traintracks (lumosed_quill) @lqtraintracks

Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, OFC Additional Tags: Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in Leather Pants, Long-Haired Draco Malfoy, Harry has a huge crush on Draco's man-bun, Clubbing, Drinking, Smoking, Implied/Referenced Dubious Consent, past Draco/other - Freeform, Mention of Minor Character Suicide, mention of minor character drug addiction, Everyone Is Fucked Up From The War, except ginny, she's good, odd jobs, Trans Female Character, trans rights activism, Enemies to Lovers, Hate Sex, Angry Sex, Falling In Love, Pakistani Harry Potter, Bisexual Harry Potter, Switching, Dirty Talk, Endearments, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Snowballing, Wall Sex, Background Relationships, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, POV Harry Potter, H/D Wireless 2023

Summary:

Everybody’s a little fucked up after the war, Draco especially. What starts as hate sex after a night out, eventually turns into something else, something more like comfort. And even though his friends all tell Harry he’s just being used, all Harry’s doing is making sure Draco gets home in one piece. He’s not falling helplessly in love.

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Excerpt:

“Son of a—” Harry grips his side where Malfoy’s magic sizzles like a fresh burn.

Malfoy shoves him then, and Harry staggers back. “Say it. Finish it. Call my mother a bitch and just hand me an excuse to Crucio you, you fuck.”

One more shove and Harry’s had it, taking Malfoy by the flimsy, see-through shirt, making fists in it, and running Malfoy backward until he hits the wall. Dimly, he’s aware that some of the other customers have noticed and seem pleased by the ruckus. But the band plays on in the background, and no-one’s stopping them, and Harry’s glad. It feels sickeningly good to have someone to fight. And Malfoy’s bloody asking for it.

“That’s it,” Malfoy says, pleased, his lip dripping blood down his chin now. “I told you,” he pants out. “I told you you were down in the muck. It feels good, doesn’t it, Potter?”

This close, he can feel Malfoy’s breath on his face and neck… can see the stormy flecks of silver in his grey eyes… can smell the heat coming off his body. He presses Malfoy against the wall harder. He wants to pull his wand so badly. Wants to slap the slick, blood-smeared smile from Malfoy’s face. His knuckles dig into Malfoy’s chest, and Harry wants. He moves to pin Malfoy there with his own body harder. Malfoy gasps, and in the next moment, his eyes light up.

“Oh, it does feel good then,” he says, pushing into the grind of Harry’s thigh, and Harry realises he’s almost fully erect against Malfoy’s hip.

Malfoy sparkles with told-you-so malice. His tongue flicks out and tastes his own blood, and before Harry can think—the last thing he wants to do is think—he launches forward and takes Malfoy’s salty lips beneath his own.

The first thing that registers is that it tastes good. Malfoy’s blood is hot, like metal, his tongue sharp with remembered vodka, his teeth clamping down on Harry’s bottom lip. Harry pins him tighter and licks into his open mouth, sealing them together. One of Malfoy’s hands goes into his hair and pulls, even as he groans and kisses Harry back, his other hand palming Harry’s arse and hauling him closer by it. And it feels fucking brilliant. Malfoy’s mouth, his hands, his body, his taunts and anger lingering in Harry’s mind as the kiss goes violent, so dirty and wrong and perfect.

“Oi!” comes a growly voice from behind him, a rude tap on his shoulder accompanying it. Harry shoos the hand away, not breaking the kiss. But then the hand’s back, and it pulls him off Malfoy hard, and before Harry knows what he’s doing, he’s throwing another punch, this time sinking his fist into Malfoy’s former dance partner’s eye.

“Oh fuck,” Malfoy laughs.

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What We Left Behind

peachydreamxx @peachydreamxx

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Smut, Post-Hogwarts, Pining, Vacation, Injury Recovery, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Healing, Falling In Love, Getting Together, First Time, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Cuddling & Snuggling, Sleeping Together, Summer cottage, English Seaside Towns, Summer Holiday, Drunk Dancing, Switching, POV Harry Potter, So much fluff and comfort and boys being idiots in love, harry being clueless, Draco being a gorgeous distraction, Dom/sub Undertones, minor dom/sub play, H/D Wireless 2023, Domestic Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Summary:

Harry's recovering from an injury. Malfoy's recovering from heartbreak.

Beaten down and bruised, Harry takes up Malfoy's offer to stay at his secluded seaside cottage in Dorset. It'll be good to get away from it all. It's only for a few days, and it's only so he can heal. Nothing else.

Digging up past feelings will only make matters worse, and besides, Malfoy doesn't feel the same way. Does he?

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Excerpt:

Harry pulls a very reluctant Malfoy away from the stove until they’re dancing awfully; spinning, twirling, jumping around the kitchen. Arms apart, then chest to chest, laughing between the lyrics. Harry’s past caring. The wine is going to his head and happiness envelopes him for the first time in forever. They’re grinning like idiots and dancing like fools and Harry can’t remember the last time he felt this free. 

“I see your dancing skills haven’t improved since the Yule Ball then?” Malfoy says. 

In the middle of another arm-flailing air-drum solo, Harry throws up a middle finger and bathes in the sound of Malfoy’s laughter.

The song ends, and kicks in with ‘Here Comes Your Man’ by The Pixies, which has Harry bursting into song on the first line. He used to sing this one all the time with Ron in his crappy Ford Anglia during their long drives over the summer. 

Malfoy turns back to the stove and attempts to sprinkle a handful of herbs into the sauce, but misses most of the pot. Harry admires his determination to continue cooking, because they’re both finishing their second glass of wine and the room is starting to tilt sideways. 

Harry grabs the wooden spoon and starts singing into it, then holds it out for Malfoy, who groans with a “Oh god, you sound like a strangled—”

“You’ll never wait so long!” Harry sings over him and Malfoy drops his head in defeat, turning his attention back to the pot. Harry shuffles in closer and jabs him in the sides, triggering a high-pitched yelp and a string of curses from Malfoy. Harry is well aware that Malfoy hates his sides being touched but continues anyway, poking and tickling him as Malfoy cries out and fails miserably at batting him away, laughter breaking through Harry’s terrible singing. 

“Stop! Potter!” Malfoy pleads, but Harry’s having none of it. 

Harry knows how much of an idiot he must look but he doesn’t care. Malfoy makes his heart feel a million sizes bigger, makes his existence in this silly little world feel worth something. They’re chest to chest now, gasping for breath. Something sparks over Malfoy’s face, and Harry wonders if he’s ever truly seen the depths of galaxies in Malfoy’s eyes the way he’s seeing them now. 

Malfoy’s face is lit up beautifully as he sings, strands of hair falling loose over his eyes, flushed and breathless. He smiles at Harry, then smiles a little harder and Harry feels himself losing all sense of everything.

In one swift motion, he snakes his fingers around the back of Malfoy’s neck and pulls those soft lips against his. 

Malfoy freezes. The force of Harry’s movement has them stumbling backwards until they hit the kitchen counter. A push of air escapes Malfoy’s lips, and he softens the moment Harry lays hands on him, jaw slack and loose-limbed. His lips part and their mouths slot together as Harry deepens the kiss. Harry’s heart jumps the moment their tongues meet. It’s wetter than he thought. Hotter too. He’s never kissed someone like this before, and the realisation leaves him breathless.

Harry’s not surprised. Malfoy never fails to drive him mad, of course it wouldn’t be any different now with Malfoy hot against his tongue, neatly trimmed nails scoring lines around his neck. Harry’s bottom lip stings from the tiny, teasing bite. Merlin... he could easily become addicted to this. 

He clings onto Malfoy. A part of him genuinely wants to keep going, would die if they ever stop, but the other part is desperate: the longer they kiss, the longer he can prevent the inevitable rejection. Yet Malfoy pushes and pushes, giving all he has whilst taking Harry’s ability to think, sliding his hands around Harry’s waist until he can feel his heart hammering against Malfoy’s ribcage. 

Oh god. Oh god . What the actual fuck is he doing? It’s the wine. Just blame it on the wine. But… Malfoy’s kissing him back, pressing his body close, digging his fingers in. It’s almost as if… Malfoy wants it too?

“Harry–” Malfoy draws back, foreheads pressed together as they pant softly. “Tell me it’s you that wants this,” he breathes, warm against Harry’s lips. “Tell me it’s you and not the wine.” 

Malfoy’s eyes flicker between his, probing, and Harry pulls his gaze away. Even through the haze of what just happened, it all feels too raw. As if Malfoy’s question scrapes at the wounds beneath. Unable to look Malfoy in the eye, his throat tightens. He’s not even breathing anymore, at least, he’s pretty sure he isn’t. “I– I want you.” 

The corner of Malfoy’s lips quirk up with a small sigh, eyes barely having any grey left. Harry’s breath hitches. Malfoy’s unwavering stare, the slight tilt in his brows, that gentle way he’s stroking Harry’s nape, all of it together feels so natural, so familiar. Then it makes sense. This is how he looks at Malfoy. This is longing. 

Before he can react, Malfoy’s fingers lift to Harry’s cheek in an achingly gentle caress. Harry’s head tilts, just a little, just to feel him more, but it’s gone. He almost groans until those fingers cup his chin and pull him in. Heat against heat. Malfoy’s kiss is so tender, Harry’s heart swells and climbs up his throat and his brain melts to nothing. 

The good kind of nothing. The kind of nothing he’s been searching for this whole time. 

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