we’ll keep the king

BlueSundayCake  @bluesundaycake

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Remus Lupin & Harry Potter, Harry Potter & Severus Snape Characters: Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Advent Calendar, 25 days of snupin, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Getting Together, Enemies to Lovers, Post-First Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), 1980s, Pre-Hogwarts, Harry Potter was Adopted by Other(s), Remus Lupin Raises Harry Potter, Severitus | Severus Snape is Harry Potter’s Parent, Severus Snape Adopts Harry Potter, Snupin adopts and raises Harry Potter, Christmas, Angst, Happy Ending, Grief/Mourning, Depression, Falling In Love, Family Feels, Spinner’s End (Harry Potter), Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, no beta we die like the potters, Jewish Severus Snape, LGBTQ Jewish Character(s), Severus has a complex relationship with his Jewish heritage, Sitting Shiva (Judaism), Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Pining, Hanukkah

Summary:

On a cold December morning, Remus Lupin shows up on Severus Snape’s doorstep with a child with very familiar eyes.

(੭ˊ͈ ꒵ˋ͈)੭* . * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

 Excerpt:

“What’s the real reason, Snape?” Remus pushes.

He doesn’t expect an answer, not really. Or if he gets one, it’ll be acerbic and another bit of avoidance. He doesn’t want to think it’s a hopeless endeavour; this is for Harry, and he has to try his best to get Snape on board. He doesn’t want to think of having to send Harry back to a group home.

But then Snape answers in a voice quiet enough that Remus only hears it because of his enhanced senses. 

“I have no wish to become what I hate.” 

He takes a gamble. “Then don’t be like him.” He doesn’t know much about Snape’s childhood, but he remembers enough and this neighbourhood smells like misery and poverty. “Do you really think I’d let you treat Harry any less than with care and affection?” 

Snape bows his head but still doesn’t say more. 

“Listen.” Remus sighs and rubs his eyes. “We don’t… have to see each other, if that’s also part of the issue. I’ll stay away. We only need to agree to rules for Harry, right? Make sure we’re consistent with discipline and the like. He’s a good boy, clever and eager to please. I’m sure he’ll test our limits, but…” Remus looks up from his fidgeting hands to see Snape looking at him over his shoulder. “No matter our past, I trust that you’d never hurt him, just as I would never hurt him. And before you even try to say any rubbish like how Harry is just like James… No.” 

“No?” Snape repeats, voice too silky for Remus’s own good. 

He shivers but shakes his head. “James… I love him like a brother, but I’m not blind to his faults. He was a spoiled brat, and Monty and Ephie raised him to never want for anything. He never had to doubt if his parents loved him, never had to go hungry, never had to wonder if he was good enough to be around others.” Remus tries, tries to keep the bitterness out of his voice. He’s not bitter about James’s golden childhood. Yet — Remus shares more with Harry’s upbringing and probably Snape’s too, than he does with James. He refuses to think about Sirius. 

Snape scowls but returns to his potions. “You mentioned… bruises.”

“Yeah.” He clears his throat, glancing away. “On his arms, and his cousin who’s at least three times his size gave him such a beating earlier this year that he sported a black eye for a week. While he’s never going back to that house, he’ll still be going to the same school if he’s put into a group home.” 

“A magical child in a Muggle group home…” Snape sighs, shaking his head. “Once his accidental magic begins to manifest, it will be hell.” 

“Actually, er,” Remus grimaces, “it’s already manifested. Quite frequently, might I add. From what Harry’s told me, it’s why he was punished so frequently.” 

“Bloody hell.” Snape pinches the bridge of his nose with his free hand. 

The conversation peters out from there. It replays over and over in Remus’s mind; is it too optimistic to think that Snape had seemed almost… favourable towards adopting Harry with him? 

He doesn’t want to get his hopes up. And he certainly won’t be telling this to Harry, not yet. The boy already feels unwanted by nearly everyone in his life, and Remus absolutely refuses to make him feel this way too. 

Harry wakes up some time later. Snape glares at him when he makes to stand, taking three vials and a small bowl of the soup they had for supper to Harry’s room himself. Remus doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but it isn’t his fault that he can hear them talking without much difficulty.

“Take this one first, swallow in one go.” 

“Ugh!” 

“Silly child, this is why I told you to swallow in one go. Here, take a sip of water. Potions are not meant to taste like pumpkin juice.” 

“Pumpkin juice? Do wizards drink pumpkin juice instead of grape juice, professor?” 

“Hogwarts only serves pumpkin juice. Now, take this one. Don’t dawdle.”

“Ugh! It tastes like Dudley’s old socks!”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” 

Remus hears Harry giggling, though, and Snape’s tone is gentle and dare he say — amused. 

“Do you have a favourite juice, sir?”

Snape is quiet for long enough that Remus thinks he won’t answer, but then he hears Harry gag again from the taste of the third potion. 

“Here, finish your water, then you’ll eat your soup.” Clinking noises, likely Snape putting the vials away. “I am partial to apple juice myself, if I must choose.” 

“I love apple pudding!” 

“Do you, now?” There’s humour in Snape’s voice. 

“I never had pudding before Remus saved me from the Dursleys. I love pudding!”

“If you’re healed by tomorrow, perhaps we can convince your keeper to get some more apple pudding for you.” 

Harry squeals in delight and Remus has to bite his lip to stop himself from grinning. Maybe this won’t be so difficult, after all.

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The Faeries, the Prince, and the Cupboard

makeitp1nk @makeitp1nk

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, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, James Sirius Potter, Ginny Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Blaise Zabini, Hermione Granger, Louis Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Implied/Referenced Overdose, Hot Mess Harry Potter, Mental Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Empty Nest Syndrome, Disney World & Disneyland, Age Regression/De-Aging, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), BAMF Ginny Weasley, Soft Draco Malfoy, Parenthood, Childhood Trauma, Healing, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fae & Fairies, Fantasy, Panic Attacks, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Therapy, Parselmouths & Parseltongue (Harry Potter), Insomnia, Fear of Sleeping, Sleep Deprivation, Drinking, Past Death of a Spouse, Divorced Harry Potter & Ginny Weasley, forced restraint, shared custody, H/D Erised 2022, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, POV Alternating, Family Dynamics, Co-Parenting, Travel, partially epilogue compliant, Post-Hogwarts, Idiots in Love, Getting Together

Summary:

In 1967, Roy Disney made a deal with a rare species of fae to build his brother Walt’s dream on their land. Forty-seven years later, that deal will change the lives of two wizarding families forever.

A story about stories, family, dreams, and love.

Excerpt:

“This is like a dream,” Harry whispers.

“Please, don’t start with that again,” Draco says and laughs.

“I forgot about that!” Harry says and joins him laughing. They fall back on the bed as they chuckle, their hands intertwined. Feeling bold, Draco hovers over Harry and smiles. In one swift move, and with admirable abdominal strength, Harry lifts them to sit up and brings their faces together. Their teeth clack together awkwardly, and, despite the pain, Draco is pleased to be straddling Harry in this position.

“Ow, Harry, that hurt! You, lay back, let me show you how it’s done,” Draco says, the last part in his most matter-of-fact tone. He pushes Harry down on the bed and asks, “Is this okay?”

“Very,” Harry says, his face flushed. He’s beautiful, all bright eyes and wild hair. Draco leans over him and brings their lips together gently once. Harry cups his face the second time, and by the third, Harry’s tongue timidly swipes across Draco’s lips, seeking entrance, which Draco happily grants.

Heat builds between them as their lips grow bold and explore, their hands mapping planes they’ve yearned to touch for years. Gasps and hisses fill the room as bare skin meets for the first time, and Harry’s tears fall on Draco’s chest as his fingers trail the scars he’s responsible for. Draco kisses the tears away and holds him in his arms until their lips meet again in forgiveness and understanding. Draco feels more alive than he’s ever felt in his life.

“Draco,” Harry mouths against his skin as he kisses down Draco’s collarbone.

“Hmm?” Draco manages.

“I wanna know everything about you,” Harry says between licks and bites.

“I’m really not that interesting,” Draco says and tucks his head into Harry’s shoulder in embarrassment.

“I disagree. There’s so much I didn’t know about you and your life. Like Astoria’s inability to be around magic as the curse worsened, Scorpius going to Muggle nursery school, how you realised that strength doesn’t look like your father, and how Astoria encouraged you to explore your sexuality,” Harry says as he tries to coax Draco out of hiding.

Draco gasps. “You were listening?”

“You were the only thing that kept me sane,” Harry says earnestly.

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FIC: If The Bees Know

Title: if the bees know Creator: Anonymous Prompt: #75 Draco’s Career: Runes Translator Harry’s Career: Ghostbuster Rating: Teen Warnings/Content Notes: Kid Fic, Playgrounds, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Fluff, Past Child Abandonment/Child Death (of OC), OC Child Ghost Summary: Scorpius' playground is haunted, Harry specializes in helping ghosts pass on, and Draco just wants his son to be safe. Word Count: 19,643 Creator’s Notes: This was an absolute blast to write and I'm so grateful to acari for inspiring me! I hope you enjoy this.

I'm also hugely grateful to the mods for putting on this fest; I love the careers theme and I've had so much fun exploring this career for Harry! This is also one of my favorite dynamics ever for a Harry/Draco getting together scenario, so it's super indulgent and fluffy with big autumn vibes. The title is from a Mary Oliver poem line that felt fitting: I don't know / if the bees know that otherwise death / is everywhere

Thanks so much to my beta, B! ( if the bees know )

This is a really sweet fic. Love Harry helping ghosts be on their way, if that's what they need.

Scorpius is a sweet bean, and Draco is the best Dad, despite the "mean girl" mom group.

Love this one.

Of Bookshelves and Baby Carriers

poppunkpadfoot  @deangirldyke

Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Muggle, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Raising Harry Potter, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Community: HPFT, Chronically Ill Remus Lupin, Remus Lupin Has Self-Esteem Issues

Summary:

The customer standing in front of him is quite possibly the most beautiful man Remus has ever seen. Like, he looks like a model or something. He has long, black hair, flattened by water, and just the slightest amount of scruff on his face, and…

And a baby strapped to his chest.

Okay.

Excerpt:

Remus is definitely imagining how nervous Sirius looks, right? He’s picking at his coffee cup sleeve again and he’s got his gaze fixed down at the counter, and he’s silent for a moment before he says, “I’m kind of… a mess. I’ve been kind of a mess for a long time, since long before James died, and that certainly hasn’t helped matters at all. And I can be kind of a hard person to be around sometimes, and I have a kid now, and I don’t know that I’m worth the effort, but what I want to say is that I really, really like you, and that I’d really like to go out with you - and it’s not that I think you’re going to fix me or something, and I’ll totally understand if you don’t want to, but…”

He trails off with a wince and mumbles an apology under his breath, and Remus almost laughs because this is ridiculous, that Sirius would doubt for one second that of course Remus wants to date him and that he could possibly think that he’s the potentially undesirable one is just… he doesn’t even know what to say.

“I think you’re underselling yourself a bit, there,” he goes with eventually, because that’s as good a place as any to start. “You know I love Harry, and I, um, I’d really like to go out with you too?”

It seems to take a moment for that to land but as soon as it does, Sirius’s whole face lights up. “Wait, really?” he says, sounding positively delighted. “You mean that?”

“Yeah, of course I do, I just - I mean - listen, I’m kind of a mess too,” Remus blurts out, because apparently it’s his turn to ramble now. “I have health issues and an anxiety disorder and sometimes I can’t do stuff even if I want to, and some people find it all too much to handle, so you just… should probably factor all that in to asking me out. But, I mean, if you’re still interested-”

“Of course I’m still interested,” Sirius interrupts eagerly.

“-Then of course I want to go out with you,” Remus concludes. He feels like his face is on fire and hopes he doesn’t look too ridiculous, blushing so much. It seems that Sirius doesn’t think he looks ridiculous, because he grins widely and leans in across the counter, close enough that Remus can see the flecks of blue in his eyes.

“Awesome,” he says softly. “In that case, if it’s cool, I would really, really like to kiss you now.”

Remus doesn’t answer. Instead, he leans the rest of the way over the counter and kisses Sirius right on the mouth.

“Cool,” Sirius mumbles against his lips, and kisses him back.

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The Maddest House

busaikko

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin Characters: Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Harry Potter Additional Tags: raising_Harry, Kid Fic, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Dark Series: Part 4 of Maddest House

Summary:

After the events of Halloween 1981, Sirius Black finds himself raising Harry, with the assistance of Remus, in a world where Voldemort never disappears for 11 years.

Excerpt:

“You know,” Remus said, still picking at the food and not looking up, “Dumbledore thought you wouldn’t be able to stand it here. He put a compulsion on you, so you couldn’t run off.”

“I noticed.” Sirius was working to increase the distance he was able to separate from Harry so that nursery would be possible in the autumn.

Remus made a small open-handed gesture. “I think you are more like yourself here, like the person I always thought you were, than you ever have been since I’ve known you.”

“I don’t have to be anything for anyone here. Well, Harry, but he’s easy. Love him and feed him. I don’t have to lie, or hide, or pretend.”

“Even when we were together, you were never this easy.”

Sirius laughed, short and hard. “I was terrified of losing you. I was terrified of loving you as much as I did.”

“Would I have used that against you?”

“Why not? Dumbledore and Peter did. Dumbledore thought it was amusing, the thought of Sirius Black in love. ‘Do you even have any idea what love is?’ he said–well, considering I’d nearly killed you and Snape, maybe he had a point–but why couldn’t he consider I wasn’t using you? 'Stay away from Remus Lupin, he doesn’t need you ruining his life, you’ll get over it,’ he said, and here we are six years later and I still love you. And I’m still ruining your life. You really don’t need to know what Peter said about you. Well. You saw the pictures. I’m an idiot, Remus, I really am. But I’d give anything to be your idiot again.”

“I’m sure even James made a better proposal than that.”

“I’m sure he did. Lily said yes.” Sirius sniffed, carefully, because he was not crying. “I still think we make a good team.”

“You stopped saying that you loved me, at the end.”

“Well. I did. I do. You never said it, either.” He tried hard not to sniff again. “Merlin. I’m not saying any of this right. It makes everything worse if I say I love you, doesn’t it, because then how could I have done what I did?”

Remus slid his chair over to sit next to Sirius, and an arm settled lightly over his shoulders.

“I’m not crying,” Sirius said, pulling his knees up and resting his forehead on them. “Okay? Not. It’d be obscene for you to feel sorry for me.”

“Somebody should feel sorry for you.” Remus’ hand was rubbing small circles in the centre of his back.

“Not you, all right.”

“I still love you,” Remus said. “I’m just recently starting to stop hating you, but I always loved you. I’m trying to trust you. I have to let it go. If I’m to forgive you.”

Sirius shifted slightly, turned, his face still hidden but now pressed against Remus’ shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around Remus’ waist. Remus stroked his hair idly.

“Can we just say, yes, we’re trying? There’s a war still on. I have to go. There’s no time for this, this–”

“Idiocy?” Sirius suggested to Remus’ shirt.

“Hush. We couldn’t ever put ourselves first, is what I’m saying.”

“I know. Harry comes first.” Sirius straightened, his arms still around Remus. They were nose to nose, and then he turned his head just enough so that his mouth was against Remus’. “I love you.”

Remus’ hand on the back of his neck pulled him closer.

The first time they kissed he had been laughing, and the sweetness of it had given his heart wings.

He had further to rise this time, having fallen hard and far from joy and innocence. This kiss was a prayer and a promise and tasted like tears. He made his desperation gentle; sensing warmth, he wanted the sun. It was a release from prison, it was a homecoming. It was everything familiar, beloved, and sacred, jagged edges limned in gold. It was brown curls running through his fingers, hazel eyes on his own.

Remus pulled back, just slightly, framing his face in his hands. “I love you, too,” he said, softly. “What do you suppose Dumbledore put in the wine?”

꒰♡ˊ͈ ु꒳ ूˋ͈꒱.⑅*♡

Accidental Magic

vivi1138 @penguinanimagus

Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Don’t copy to another site, Don’t add to Goodreads, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Corruption, Biphobia, Homophobia, Getting Together, Roommates, Broken Promises, Rimming, Anal Sex, Ritual Public Sex, Angst, Domestic Fluff, Happy Ending, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Underage Sex, Scorpius is a little bean

Summary:

After the war, Draco left the magical world. He doesn’t lead the easiest life, doesn’t sleep enough and has another mouth to feed. He doesn’t expect to be forced to go back early, but when his son’s accidental magic threatens the Statute of Secrecy, there’s only one person who can help.

Excerpt:

It was the middle of the night after Teddy’s visit, and Harry was downstairs, drinking a glass of water and shaking. Cold sweat covered his brow and his back. This dream had been bad. Far from the worst he’d ever had, but still enough to make him fear to fall asleep again. With a sigh, he went to check on Scorpius, finding him deeply asleep with his stuffed lobster clutched against his chest. When he quietly closed the door behind him, he found Malfoy (no, Draco) standing in the kitchen and staring like a deer in headlights.  

Draco’s surprise vanished quickly, his eyes asking a silent question.  

“He’s sleeping like a log,” Harry said with a smile, his tremors vanishing. “You make very cute babies.”  

“Thank you.”  

Here it was, that blush Harry had been waiting for. He checked the wards on the bedroom door to make sure their voices wouldn’t bother the child. “Can’t sleep?”  

Now holding a mug of cocoa, using his wand to swirl the liquid, Draco hid a small smirk by lowering his head. “I was rudely awakened by someone hitting what I am assuming was their toes against a wall and muttering under their breath. You have such a naughty mouth, Potter.”  

That was when his brain short-circuited. “You have no idea how much.”  

As soon as these words left his throat, Harry repressed the urge to run back upstairs, lock himself up in his room and never come out. When he looked back at Draco, though, he almost laughed. Draco’s eyes had widened impossibly, and he was gripping the handle of his mug so tightly that his knuckles had turned stark white. So, Harry thought he’d just own it and apologise, and turn himself into a mess in the process.  

“Forget it. I didn’t mean- well, yeah, I meant that.” He scratched his hair. “I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable—”  

“If this was supposed to be flirting, you suck at it.” Draco’s smirk grew.  

Somewhere in his tired head, a little voice was screaming gleefully. “I could show you if that’s all right?” Harry’s heart was beating so fast; it was a wonder he wasn’t dizzy. This couldn’t be happening.  

Putting the mug next to the sink, Draco crossed his arms and rested against the fridge, chin titled in a pose that should not have been so attractive when he was wearing a pyjama. His eyes roamed from Harry’s feet to his torso, stopping to take in the tattooed thorns and the black snake slithering up his ribs and down his hip. It was Harry’s most recent tattoo, having gone through the pain of getting stabbed with needles the Muggle way twice before (he had a small dragon on his right ankle and Hedwig on his left shoulder blade). He was planning to cover up the scar left by the locket on his chest.  

Locking his gaze with Harry’s, Draco stepped closer, and Harry’s breath hitched when he traced the lines of the snake with the tip of his index finger, dipping under the waistband of his pyjamas. “How far does it go?”  

Harry’s unusual confidence was electrifying. Draco was so close. He smelled like almond body wash and fresh linen, and he was so, so beautiful. “It’s wrapped around my thigh,” Harry murmured. His voice was rough. He wanted to drop down on his knees and worship Draco’s cock right here in the middle of his- their- kitchen, and from what he could see from the bulge between his legs, the other man wasn’t unaffected.  

Draco’s breath caressed his lips. “What if it fucks everything up?”  

“We don’t need to mention it again.” They didn’t. Really. Harry’s hands gripped Draco’s hips, and suddenly their lips met for a bruising kiss. Harry gasped, welcoming the wet heat of Draco’s tongue in his mouth, pushing him against the counter, pressing their erection together. Draco shivered and ground his hips into Harry’s, who let out a groan and let go of his doubts and sleepiness.

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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy Additional Tags: Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con References, Original Character Death(s) Summary:

HP/DM slash. Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It’s been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco’s son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn’t quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry’s life is turned upside-down. Set after Deathly Hallows and ignores epilogue.

Excerpt:

“Like I said, I just don’t desire sex,” Harry said, the Firewhisky allowing him to talk more candidly than he would normally do on the topic. “I just don’t care about it. Sex with Ginny was fine when we had it, but that’s about the highest compliment I can give it. As I said, I think I’m asexual.”

“Well, what do you think about when you wank?” Draco asked. And even with the alcohol flowing in his system, the question turned Harry’s cheeks scarlet.

“I… um, I don’t. Not really,” he replied. “Perhaps a couple of times a month at most. And when I do, I don’t really think of anything. It’s more a response to a physical need, if that makes sense. See? Asexual.”

Draco seemed to study Harry’s face for a long moment as in appraisal, his gaze flickering from Harry’s own orbs, down to his lips, then back to his eyes again, before making a, ‘hmmmm’ sound. He moved closer to Harry on the sofa.

“I don’t think you’re asexual,” he said, looking Harry straight in the eye this time, and was Harry imagining the smile he could hear in the tone of Draco’s voice? “I just don’t think you’ve found what you need yet to light your fire.” And suddenly, so quickly Harry barely saw him move, Draco closed the small gap between them and pressed his mouth firmly against Harry’s.

Harry let out a small gasp of surprise, momentarily frozen to the spot. Draco took advantage of Harry’s slightly-parted mouth and licked his bottom lip, sending an intense buzz of pleasure shooting through Harry’s spine. Before Harry knew what he was doing, he let out a muffled moan, and in an instant, he let his eyes fall closed and began to kiss his former nemesis back, letting his empty Firewhisky glass fall to the floor with a clatter, and wrapping one arm around Draco’s waist whilst the other snaked into his hair. He felt Draco’s hands mimic his actions, burying themselves in his unruly black locks, and Draco tugged slightly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to awaken every nerve ending on his scalp, making Harry shiver delightfully.

Oh, the only lucid portion of Harry’s brain that was still working helpfully supplied, right! I see now why people like to do this. Harry vaguely wondered what the fucking hell he was doing, but at that moment he decided he didn’t care; all that mattered was Draco kept kissing him.

He parted his moist lips further, and Draco instantly slipped in his tongue, which caressed Harry’s. Harry heard a guttural, animalistic groan coming from somewhere before working out it had come from his own throat, but he was enjoying what Draco was doing to him far too much to feel embarrassed. He realised he was rock-hard, actually hard, something he couldn’t remember being for a very long time indeed, and his erection was straining in his trousers, pushing against the material and causing a delicious friction. The unfamiliar thrill of arousal thundering through him was almost as powerful as Draco’s kiss itself.

Harry was unaware how long he and Draco spent lost in the moment together kissing, himself pressed into the corner of the sofa with Draco virtually on top of him, their chests flush together, a hardness that Harry was quite sure belonged to Draco digging wonderfully into his hip joint. Just as he was about ready to declare that Draco was the greatest human being in the history of humanity, and succumb fully to either of their desires, however, Draco broke the kiss, planting a series of chaste but equally spine-tingling kisses along Harry’s jawline and up to his ear. Harry could hear his raspy, desperate panting, and felt cool breath caress his over-heated cheeks.

“Did that light your fire?” Draco whispered hoarsely, then nibbled on Harry’s earlobe, before finally breaking contact and standing off the sofa, rearranging his somewhat untidy clothing. Harry was satisfied to note that Draco looked how he himself felt- ruffled, aroused, and slightly disorientated.

Harry brought a thumb up to his kissed-swollen lips and ran it slowly across them; they were still tingling from Draco’s touch. He glanced up at Draco through what he was sure were wide, glassy eyes, and simply nodded dumbly, unable to make his mouth form a coherent sentence. Draco smirked, the cocky smirk Harry remembered from school and had been so absent from his features in the two months since Harry had rescued him.

“Good,” he replied, obviously more coherent than Harry was at that precise moment. “Something for you to, ah, think over, perhaps.” Its double-meaning was clear in Draco’s voice. He leant forwards and placed a final kiss on the patch skin where Harry’s ear joined his head. “Goodnight, Harry. What we do about this is up to you, but I think I’ve made my feelings clear. The Quaffle is in your court now.” Without a second glance backwards, Draco exited the room, leaving a very dishevelled and thoroughly confounded Harry rooted to the sofa with a raging hard-on, unsure he would ever move again.

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Chapters: 11/11 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy Additional Tags: Male Slash, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-con References, Original Character Death(s) Summary:

HP/DM slash. Five years ago Draco Malfoy and his wife were kidnapped, and nothing has been heard or seen of the pair since. It’s been so long that Draco is presumed dead. Harry dotes on Draco’s son, Scorpius, with whom he has been living. But when it turns out Malfoy isn’t quite as dead as everyone assumed, Harry’s life is turned upside-down. Set after Deathly Hallows and ignores epilogue.

Excerpt:

“Like I said, I just don’t desire sex,” Harry said, the Firewhisky allowing him to talk more candidly than he would normally do on the topic. “I just don’t care about it. Sex with Ginny was fine when we had it, but that’s about the highest compliment I can give it. As I said, I think I’m asexual.”

“Well, what do you think about when you wank?” Draco asked. And even with the alcohol flowing in his system, the question turned Harry’s cheeks scarlet.

“I… um, I don’t. Not really,” he replied. “Perhaps a couple of times a month at most. And when I do, I don’t really think of anything. It’s more a response to a physical need, if that makes sense. See? Asexual.”

Draco seemed to study Harry’s face for a long moment as in appraisal, his gaze flickering from Harry’s own orbs, down to his lips, then back to his eyes again, before making a, ‘hmmmm’ sound. He moved closer to Harry on the sofa.

“I don’t think you’re asexual,” he said, looking Harry straight in the eye this time, and was Harry imagining the smile he could hear in the tone of Draco’s voice? “I just don’t think you’ve found what you need yet to light your fire.” And suddenly, so quickly Harry barely saw him move, Draco closed the small gap between them and pressed his mouth firmly against Harry’s.

Harry let out a small gasp of surprise, momentarily frozen to the spot. Draco took advantage of Harry’s slightly-parted mouth and licked his bottom lip, sending an intense buzz of pleasure shooting through Harry’s spine. Before Harry knew what he was doing, he let out a muffled moan, and in an instant, he let his eyes fall closed and began to kiss his former nemesis back, letting his empty Firewhisky glass fall to the floor with a clatter, and wrapping one arm around Draco’s waist whilst the other snaked into his hair. He felt Draco’s hands mimic his actions, burying themselves in his unruly black locks, and Draco tugged slightly, not enough to cause pain, but enough to awaken every nerve ending on his scalp, making Harry shiver delightfully.

Oh, the only lucid portion of Harry’s brain that was still working helpfully supplied, right! I see now why people like to do this. Harry vaguely wondered what the fucking hell he was doing, but at that moment he decided he didn’t care; all that mattered was Draco kept kissing him.

He parted his moist lips further, and Draco instantly slipped in his tongue, which caressed Harry’s. Harry heard a guttural, animalistic groan coming from somewhere before working out it had come from his own throat, but he was enjoying what Draco was doing to him far too much to feel embarrassed. He realised he was rock-hard, actually hard, something he couldn’t remember being for a very long time indeed, and his erection was straining in his trousers, pushing against the material and causing a delicious friction. The unfamiliar thrill of arousal thundering through him was almost as powerful as Draco’s kiss itself.

Harry was unaware how long he and Draco spent lost in the moment together kissing, himself pressed into the corner of the sofa with Draco virtually on top of him, their chests flush together, a hardness that Harry was quite sure belonged to Draco digging wonderfully into his hip joint. Just as he was about ready to declare that Draco was the greatest human being in the history of humanity, and succumb fully to either of their desires, however, Draco broke the kiss, planting a series of chaste but equally spine-tingling kisses along Harry’s jawline and up to his ear. Harry could hear his raspy, desperate panting, and felt cool breath caress his over-heated cheeks.

“Did that light your fire?” Draco whispered hoarsely, then nibbled on Harry’s earlobe, before finally breaking contact and standing off the sofa, rearranging his somewhat untidy clothing. Harry was satisfied to note that Draco looked how he himself felt- ruffled, aroused, and slightly disorientated.

Harry brought a thumb up to his kissed-swollen lips and ran it slowly across them; they were still tingling from Draco’s touch. He glanced up at Draco through what he was sure were wide, glassy eyes, and simply nodded dumbly, unable to make his mouth form a coherent sentence. Draco smirked, the cocky smirk Harry remembered from school and had been so absent from his features in the two months since Harry had rescued him.

“Good,” he replied, obviously more coherent than Harry was at that precise moment. “Something for you to, ah, think over, perhaps.” Its double-meaning was clear in Draco’s voice. He leant forwards and placed a final kiss on the patch skin where Harry’s ear joined his head. “Goodnight, Harry. What we do about this is up to you, but I think I’ve made my feelings clear. The Quaffle is in your court now.” Without a second glance backwards, Draco exited the room, leaving a very dishevelled and thoroughly confounded Harry rooted to the sofa with a raging hard-on, unsure he would ever move again.

(⋈◍＞◡＜◍)。✧♡

Set Adrift

tessarwyn

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance, Explicit Language, Character Death, Sexual Content Summary:

Adrift in uncharted territory isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not at all. This story is complete.

Excerpt:

As soon as their children were out of sight, Draco’s expression shifted to devastation before he dropped his face into his hand, his slender shoulders shaking.

“Draco? Are you all right?” asked Harry, concerned at the abrupt change, although he had a fair intuition as to the reason. “Draco,” he whispered, trying to respect the other’s need for privacy, but still wanting to reach out to him. “You’re not your father. Not even close.”

Draco raised his head, features pulled into lines of misery. “I swore I would never subject Scorpius to the drivel Father beat into me,” he said quietly. “It’s bad enough he has to live with the legacies bestowed upon him.” He screwed his eyes shut and whispered, “Do you have any idea how awful it is to confess to your child all of the terrible, terrible things you’ve done in the name of Malfoy?”

Harry threw up all of the Privacy and Disillusionment charms he knew and leaned across the table.

“Yeah, you’ve lied and cheated and done any number of horrible things, Draco. I’m willing to bet you don’t need my help listing all the crimes you committed in the name of the Dark Lord. I’m sure you’ve spent many a dark night dwelling on everything you did wrong,” Harry responded, his voice soft and non-judgmental despite his words of condemnation.

Draco’s eyes opened, dark with anguish, and Harry could sense, nearly smell, the other man’s despair. He knew he needed to press on quickly before Draco broke under his burden of guilt and shame.

“You remember everything you wished to forget, but tell me… do you allow yourself to remember exactly how you felt the year you turned sixteen?” Harry demanded and watched Draco flinch away from those memories.

“How at first you felt honoured to be Marked, that being given the order to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world was a tacit recognition of your skills. Do you recall how little time passed before you comprehended the nearly insurmountable task you’d been assigned, the moment you discovered that hell and being a Malfoy were one and the same,” he whispered, pausing to give Draco a chance to rebut his words. When Draco produced the barest of nods, he continued.

“Did you tell Scorpius how it felt to hold people’s lives in your hand? How you could not kill Dumbledore despite knowing the price of failure meant death to you and your parents? Have you told him how it felt to share a house with Voldemort and merciless Death Eaters, witnessing the stuff of nightmares and unable to do anything to help the people they tortured and murdered?”

Harry looked into Draco’s haunted eyes and bled for him. Despite all the naysayers, Harry knew he’d done the right thing when he testified for this man. Although the events seemed vastly different, Harry and Draco shared the knowledge of what it was to be tortured with helplessness and desperation. The boys in them had not survived, but the men had. Harry doubted his own nightmares were any worse than Draco’s; doubted that Draco’s pain was less significant for having been on the ‘wrong’ side of the war.

His eyes locked on Draco’s, Harry slid his hand across the table and tightly grasped the other man’s trembling one.

“Remember my words whenever you doubt yourself,“ he ordered. “You survived when Voldemort didn’t, because like me you had the power he knew not.” Draco’s confusion at his statement flickered across his face; Harry answered the emotion. “Love, Draco. Like me, you love.” With the word, something in Draco’s face began to light. Harry pressed on. “You remained free when your father did not because you discerned the truth and listened to your conscience. You looked in the mirror and did not like who you saw and changed for the better.” He squeezed Draco’s hand and smiled fiercely.

“You’ve grown into a good man, Draco Malfoy, and an even better father. A man I would be proud to name my friend,” Harry said with conviction, and because it was true. He really wanted to be friends with this Draco.

Draco’s eyes shimmered as he held tight to Harry’s hand. “You-I mean, they-” he stopped and forced himself to breathe before trying again. Holding Harry’s eyes, he said, “No one has ever said anything like that to me. Aside from you, Scorpius and my mother, I doubt there is anyone else who would consider me a good man.”

Draco swiped his sleeve across his damp cheeks without looking away or retrieving his hand. “I struggled after the war, loathing myself to the point of suicide. I think Mum felt much the same, but she absolutely refused to give up. Sometimes it was only the knowledge that I would be leaving her alone to face the world that kept me alive.”

Draco looked down at the hand clasped within his own. Harry half expected him to pull away, but Draco chose instead to wrap his remaining hand around Harry’s. The gesture left Harry feeling secure rather than trapped, and he didn’t even bother to question why he was holding Draco’s hand in the first place. When Draco looked back at Harry, his eyes were shining.

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“I fully intend to pursue you, Harry Potter,” he said, and Harry’s world narrowed to Draco, shutting out the night and all that shone and lived there. Draco traced his thumb lightly over Harry’s lips, and his heart expanded to the point of pain as it tried to capture all of the warmth and love flowing from grey eyes.

Draco smiled softly at what he saw in Harry’s face and gently pressed his thumb against Harry’s lips, the touch as intimate as a kiss. “While dates and sex are all well and good, I want more,” he whispered. “A friend and lover will do for a start, but my desire is to build a future with you. One where I wake up each morning knowing that whatever the day brings I will come home to you in the end.”

“Yes,” Harry murmured into the press of skin. “I want all of that and I want it with you.” He brushed aside Draco’s thumb and leaned across to catch his lips. “I promise,” and sealed it with his kiss.

They broke apart to breath, eyes dark and wanting more until, “Sammy! You get your bum in here hot quick!” split the night. Harry looked into twinkling eyes inches from his own as Draco grinned. “Yeah, what she said,” he agreed.

Harry burst out laughing and pressed another quick kiss to warm lips before sitting back with a matching grin. “The future may need to include less intrusive neighbours,” he suggested. “But for now, we will suffice with re-invigorating the Silencing charms.” Harry bowed his head and pressed his hands together as he closed his eyes. Drawing them slowly apart, all of the noise beyond the fence and trees faded, leaving only crickets and the rustle of night birds behind.

Harry smiled up at the stars before turning back to Draco. “Now only my parents are watching.” He grinned as Draco looked up and then back at him, quirked eyebrow in motion. Harry shook his head. “Not now. Let’s open this fine scotch; we can discuss metaphysics later.”

❤︎⁄⁄꒰* ॢꈍ◡ꈍ ॢ꒱.*˚‧

Set Adrift

tessarwyn

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Drama, Romance, Explicit Language, Character Death, Sexual Content Summary:

Adrift in uncharted territory isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Not at all. This story is complete.

Excerpt:

As soon as their children were out of sight, Draco’s expression shifted to devastation before he dropped his face into his hand, his slender shoulders shaking.

“Draco? Are you all right?” asked Harry, concerned at the abrupt change, although he had a fair intuition as to the reason. “Draco,” he whispered, trying to respect the other’s need for privacy, but still wanting to reach out to him. “You’re not your father. Not even close.”

Draco raised his head, features pulled into lines of misery. “I swore I would never subject Scorpius to the drivel Father beat into me,” he said quietly. “It’s bad enough he has to live with the legacies bestowed upon him.” He screwed his eyes shut and whispered, “Do you have any idea how awful it is to confess to your child all of the terrible, terrible things you’ve done in the name of Malfoy?”

Harry threw up all of the Privacy and Disillusionment charms he knew and leaned across the table.

“Yeah, you’ve lied and cheated and done any number of horrible things, Draco. I’m willing to bet you don’t need my help listing all the crimes you committed in the name of the Dark Lord. I’m sure you’ve spent many a dark night dwelling on everything you did wrong,” Harry responded, his voice soft and non-judgmental despite his words of condemnation.

Draco’s eyes opened, dark with anguish, and Harry could sense, nearly smell, the other man’s despair. He knew he needed to press on quickly before Draco broke under his burden of guilt and shame.

“You remember everything you wished to forget, but tell me… do you allow yourself to remember exactly how you felt the year you turned sixteen?” Harry demanded and watched Draco flinch away from those memories.

“How at first you felt honoured to be Marked, that being given the order to kill one of the most powerful wizards in the world was a tacit recognition of your skills. Do you recall how little time passed before you comprehended the nearly insurmountable task you’d been assigned, the moment you discovered that hell and being a Malfoy were one and the same,” he whispered, pausing to give Draco a chance to rebut his words. When Draco produced the barest of nods, he continued.

“Did you tell Scorpius how it felt to hold people’s lives in your hand? How you could not kill Dumbledore despite knowing the price of failure meant death to you and your parents? Have you told him how it felt to share a house with Voldemort and merciless Death Eaters, witnessing the stuff of nightmares and unable to do anything to help the people they tortured and murdered?”

Harry looked into Draco’s haunted eyes and bled for him. Despite all the naysayers, Harry knew he’d done the right thing when he testified for this man. Although the events seemed vastly different, Harry and Draco shared the knowledge of what it was to be tortured with helplessness and desperation. The boys in them had not survived, but the men had. Harry doubted his own nightmares were any worse than Draco’s; doubted that Draco’s pain was less significant for having been on the ‘wrong’ side of the war.

His eyes locked on Draco’s, Harry slid his hand across the table and tightly grasped the other man’s trembling one.

“Remember my words whenever you doubt yourself,“ he ordered. “You survived when Voldemort didn’t, because like me you had the power he knew not.” Draco’s confusion at his statement flickered across his face; Harry answered the emotion. “Love, Draco. Like me, you love.” With the word, something in Draco’s face began to light. Harry pressed on. “You remained free when your father did not because you discerned the truth and listened to your conscience. You looked in the mirror and did not like who you saw and changed for the better.” He squeezed Draco’s hand and smiled fiercely.

“You’ve grown into a good man, Draco Malfoy, and an even better father. A man I would be proud to name my friend,” Harry said with conviction, and because it was true. He really wanted to be friends with this Draco.

Draco’s eyes shimmered as he held tight to Harry’s hand. “You-I mean, they-” he stopped and forced himself to breathe before trying again. Holding Harry’s eyes, he said, “No one has ever said anything like that to me. Aside from you, Scorpius and my mother, I doubt there is anyone else who would consider me a good man.”

Draco swiped his sleeve across his damp cheeks without looking away or retrieving his hand. “I struggled after the war, loathing myself to the point of suicide. I think Mum felt much the same, but she absolutely refused to give up. Sometimes it was only the knowledge that I would be leaving her alone to face the world that kept me alive.”

Draco looked down at the hand clasped within his own. Harry half expected him to pull away, but Draco chose instead to wrap his remaining hand around Harry’s. The gesture left Harry feeling secure rather than trapped, and he didn’t even bother to question why he was holding Draco’s hand in the first place. When Draco looked back at Harry, his eyes were shining.

Excerpt:

"I fully intend to pursue you, Harry Potter," he said, and Harry's world narrowed to Draco, shutting out the night and all that shone and lived there. Draco traced his thumb lightly over Harry's lips, and his heart expanded to the point of pain as it tried to capture all of the warmth and love flowing from grey eyes.

Draco smiled softly at what he saw in Harry's face and gently pressed his thumb against Harry's lips, the touch as intimate as a kiss. "While dates and sex are all well and good, I want more," he whispered. "A friend and lover will do for a start, but my desire is to build a future with you. One where I wake up each morning knowing that whatever the day brings I will come home to you in the end."

"Yes," Harry murmured into the press of skin. "I want all of that and I want it with you." He brushed aside Draco's thumb and leaned across to catch his lips. "I promise," and sealed it with his kiss.

They broke apart to breath, eyes dark and wanting more until, "Sammy! You get your bum in here hot quick!" split the night. Harry looked into twinkling eyes inches from his own as Draco grinned. "Yeah, what she said," he agreed.

Harry burst out laughing and pressed another quick kiss to warm lips before sitting back with a matching grin. "The future may need to include less intrusive neighbours," he suggested. "But for now, we will suffice with re-invigorating the Silencing charms." Harry bowed his head and pressed his hands together as he closed his eyes. Drawing them slowly apart, all of the noise beyond the fence and trees faded, leaving only crickets and the rustle of night birds behind.

Harry smiled up at the stars before turning back to Draco. "Now only my parents are watching." He grinned as Draco looked up and then back at him, quirked eyebrow in motion. Harry shook his head. "Not now. Let's open this fine scotch; we can discuss metaphysics later."

❤︎⁄⁄꒰* ॢꈍ◡ꈍ ॢ꒱.*˚‧

After Effect

kc404duh

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Alternate Universe, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Sexual Content, Spoilers Summary:

No one knew Draco had a daughter, but due to unfortunate circumstances surrounding the end of the War he’ll have to bring her to school for his eighth year. Perhaps a bit of innocence can help to open eyes.

Excerpt:

The weather was becoming chilly as the four walked down to the Beech tree by the lake, Carina holding onto Draco’s finger loosely.

“Papa, can I look for fishies again?”

“Of course,” Draco laughed. Hermione jumped at her chance.

“I’ll help you look,” she said. Carina squealed with excitement and dragged her father along more quickly toward the lake. Harry and Hermione followed, Hermione smiling broadly and Harry looking as nervous as ever.

Hermione did not sit down next to Draco, but followed Carina to the water’s edge. Harry, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, sat down next to Malfoy, who was just out of reach of the shade from the branches and therefore highlighted by the glow of the setting sun.

Harry swallowed tensely.

“She really likes Hermione,” he said, fiddling awkwardly with his fingers in his lap.

“You’re not kidding,” Malfoy laughed. “The kid doesn’t stop talking about her.”

Harry smiled widely, a sudden burst of happiness shooting through him at the knowledge that Malfoy’s daughter liked Hermione so much.

Silence ensued for several minutes, neither boy knowing quite what to say, a definite tension hanging in the air.

Er—Malfoy,” Harry began uncertainly. Malfoy looked over at him, his gray eyes seeming to stare straight through him. Harry cleared his throat. “Hermione told me about—er—Carina’s mum, and … well, I’m sorry. That’s really awful.” Malfoy looked toward the lake, his gaze settling on his daughter.

He nodded slowly.

“Thanks,” he said. Harry’s stomach clenched. “I didn’t know her very well. I assume you heard the whole story?”

“Most of it, I think. Hermione told us what you told her.”

“’Us’? She told Weasley, too?” he asked, though he didn’t look upset. Harry flushed nevertheless. Malfoy smiled. Harry’s heart palpitated. “Emilie was just a girl I met during a holiday in France. She was two years older and I was in the middle of an oncoming War.” Harry bit the inside of his lip. “I saw her once between the time we left France and when she died. I went to see her just before our sixth year started—a few weeks before Carina was born. We picked out a name during that time and talked about Carina’s future.”

“How’d you come up with Carina?” Harry asked, remembering the way Hermione had smirked when she’d first heard the little girl’s name.

“It’s a star formation,” Malfoy explained. “All the males on my mother’s side of the family are named after constellations. My grandfather, Orion, my cousins, myself, all my ancestors. Carina’s not a boy, but I wasn’t sure I’d be having another child, so I skewed the tradition a bit.” He shook his head, inwardly it seemed.

There was another semi-long silence.

“It changes everything, you know?” Harry whispered eventually. Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. “Knowing that you had a daughter during those years. Sixth year. Last year.” Harry brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin there. Malfoy remained silent. Harry was afraid his heart was audible with the way it was thumping against his ribcage. He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, trying desperately to say the right thing, while simultaneously hating himself for even thinking the word ‘crush’. “Do you ever feel like the War changed everything? Not just the obvious, but something else? Something you can’t put your finger on?”

He heard Malfoy swallow.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

“But then again,” Harry continued, unfolding his legs and sitting up straighter, “I feel like nothing changed sometimes. Voldemort’s dead, but I don’t feel like I defeated him. Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend that so many people are gone.”

He looked over at Malfoy and was startled to see that a single tear had slid down his cheek.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Harry began to reach out toward Malfoy, not quite sure what he was going to do when he touched him, but was waved off when Malfoy shook his head.

“It’s fine. I just … I know what you mean. It’s always hard to believe my mother’s gone.”

Harry wanted to kick himself. He’d completely forgotten about that.

Very tactful, Harry.

Malfoy laughed darkly. “I guess that’s karma, eh?”

“No,” Harry said softly. “No one deserves that.”

“You lost your parents when you were one, Potter.”

“Exactly. I was one, not eighteen.” Malfoy only hung his head and sniffled. Harry had never seen him so vulnerable. It made him feel oddly … special. Privileged to be witness to something so intimate for a boy who’d never willingly shown any emotion at all. And despite how strange it sounded, he thought Malfoy looked quite cute this way—open and exposed.

“I feel so terrible that Carina has no one. No mother, no grandparents. Well, one, but he’s in Azkaban. Just me, and I don’t know the first thing about raising a child.”

“Seems like you’re doing okay,” Harry said comfortingly. “She’s a happy kid far as I can tell.”

Malfoy looked up at him suddenly, a look of contemplation on his face. Harry felt himself blushing.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Malfoy gestured between them. “Talking to me. Being nice. I don’t know. It’s not like you owe me anything.”

Harry felt a little taken aback. He’d just been thinking how nice this was, but of course it couldn’t last long. Not when Malfoy was used to being suspicious. Not when their past dictated that they fight.

He sighed.

“Believe it or not, Malfoy, not everyone needs a reason to be nice.” Although, Harry realized, he did have a reason, in a sense. The reason was a completely obscure one, though. Malfoy stared at him strangely. Silently. Harry looked away, unable to keep his breathing controlled under the scrutiny of his most recent object of … lust? Interest? “We were all affected by this,” he said softly. “I know how much it hurts.”

“We should go inside,” said Malfoy. Harry felt his throat tighten. He nodded stiffly.

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An eighth year, getting together fic, with Dad!Draco? Why not? Check this one out y'all! You won’t be sorry! 💗💗💗

Excerpt:

“Malfoy, wait!” he called, but the blond didn’t turn around. Harry ran faster and just managed to catch up. He grabbed Malfoy’s wrist and spun him around.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Potter,” he spat.

“How do you know what I’m gonna say?” Harry felt the habitual anger boil inside of him and had to push it away. He closed his eyes and took another breath. When he opened them again Malfoy looked skeptical.

“Because there’s only one thing to say in this situation.”

“And what is that?” He stared at Malfoy, long and hard, felt him crumble under the stare. Malfoy finally relaxed his face and looked down.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just leave me alone, Potter.”

“Malfoy,” he said, putting every confusing emotion he was feeling into the word. It felt strange, saying it like that. Malfoy tensed and looked up. Harry swallowed nervously before continuing. If he was going to do this—whatever the hell it was he was going—he was going to do it right. He let go of Malfoy’s wrist, which he vaguely realized he could wrap his fingers around entirely. “Remember how, the other day, I said that I know how this all feels? How much it hurts?” Malfoy only nodded, his eyes boring into Harry’s unnervingly. Harry clenched his sweaty fists. “Lately … since I’ve been around you more … yesterday… it …” He couldn’t quite form what he was trying to say. It was a big statement.

But it’s true, he told himself, and it was enough to force the words out.

“You … make it hurt a little bit less,” he said to the ground. Something only vaguely familiar was stirring in Harry’s stomach. Like a much more intense version of what his feelings had been for Ginny. Malfoy was silent. He could feel him staring. Harry didn’t know what to make of the silence so he blindly plowed on, daring to look up. “Is it true? What Carina said?”

There was a short pause and then, to his absolute astonishment, Malfoy nodded, albeit slowly, his expression relaying disbelief. Harry couldn’t help but smile. He raised one hand to Malfoy’s cheek, enjoying the way his breathing sped up from the simple touch and his eyes bulged.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I don’t know what the bloody hell is going on.” He looked back and forth between Malfoy’s eyes, building the courage to ask for permission to do something he’d been itching to do for days now. Something he’d never in a million years thought he’d have the courage—or perhaps lack of common sense—to do. It felt like blindly diving off a cliff. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. Malfoy hesitated, but only a second later he nodded, ever so slightly, enough to tell Harry it was alright. Perhaps he didn’t think Harry would really do it. He did, though. He looked down at Malfoy’s lips once before leaning forward and covering them with his own in a chaste kiss. His heart jumped into his throat and lodged itself there. He lingered for a moment before pulling away, just enough so their noses were touching, and looked into Malfoy’s eyes. They were wet. Harry laughed and leaned in again, kissing him harder than before.

Malfoy responded after a few seconds, tentatively at first, but he grew more passionate as his heart rate increased and he seemed to lose himself in the moment.

Harry moved his hand around to grip the nape of Malfoy’s neck, his other hand coming up to rest on a cheek. Malfoy had moved his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer.

It was as though this was the most normal thing in the world. As though the fact that neither had kissed a boy before didn’t matter. Nor the Dark Mark on Malfoy’s arm. This was something that was simply not thought about.

To Harry, at least.

“I don’t understand,” Malfoy breathed between kisses. Harry nipped at his lips, unable to keep from smiling at the sheer sense of fullness that flooded his body from the mixture of Malfoy’s smell, his taste, his essence. It felt so forbidden, and that was half the excitement.

“Me either.” He kissed him again, this time softly running his tongue along the seam of Malfoy’s lips. He pouted when Malfoy pulled away.

“Potter, what… Why are you doing this..? I don’t…” He loosened his grip around Harry’s waist. Harry quickly reached down and gripped Malfoy’s elbows, keeping his arms in place. Their eyes met.

“I told you. I don’t know.” He sighed in frustration. “You just make everything a little less horrible, Malfoy. The War. The aftermath. Everything. I don’t know why. You just do. Maybe it was always there and I just couldn’t see it because we were so used to hating each other.”

And wasn’t that a telling statement.

The words spilled out without him having to think about them. It it infinitely more frightening.

Harry tried to kiss him again but Malfoy shook his head, struggling weakly at Harry’s embrace. Harry refused to let go. “You’re making things up, Potter.” He was looking down again. “There was nothing there. I hated you and you hated me. We would’ve… We would’ve killed each other if we’d had the cha—”

Harry grabbed Malfoy’s chin and forced eye contact once more. Malfoy looked supremely uncomfortable. His eyes were wet again. He was struggling not to cry.

“How can you say that when we’ve both saved each other’s life?” Malfoy’s eyes held confusion and something that looked desperately like longing. “At the Manor. In the Room of Requirement. Do you really think that, if we truly hated each other, we’d have risked our own skin?”

“I—”

“No, Malfoy.” Harry glanced down at his lips and he heard Malfoy swallow again. “It may not be anything deeper than mutual respect, but it’s certainly not hate. I hope there is more, though, because I think I could very easily become addicted to kissing you.”

The truth of the statement scared him.

A tear finally escaped and trailed down Malfoy’s cheek. Harry wanted desperately to kiss it.

“Give it a chance,” he whispered. “You want this as much as I do.”

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After Effect

kc404duh

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Fluff, Romance, Alternate Universe, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Sexual Content, Spoilers Summary:

No one knew Draco had a daughter, but due to unfortunate circumstances surrounding the end of the War he’ll have to bring her to school for his eighth year. Perhaps a bit of innocence can help to open eyes.

Excerpt:

The weather was becoming chilly as the four walked down to the Beech tree by the lake, Carina holding onto Draco’s finger loosely.

“Papa, can I look for fishies again?”

“Of course,” Draco laughed. Hermione jumped at her chance.

“I’ll help you look,” she said. Carina squealed with excitement and dragged her father along more quickly toward the lake. Harry and Hermione followed, Hermione smiling broadly and Harry looking as nervous as ever.

Hermione did not sit down next to Draco, but followed Carina to the water’s edge. Harry, feeling incredibly uncomfortable, sat down next to Malfoy, who was just out of reach of the shade from the branches and therefore highlighted by the glow of the setting sun.

Harry swallowed tensely.

“She really likes Hermione,” he said, fiddling awkwardly with his fingers in his lap.

“You’re not kidding,” Malfoy laughed. “The kid doesn’t stop talking about her.”

Harry smiled widely, a sudden burst of happiness shooting through him at the knowledge that Malfoy’s daughter liked Hermione so much.

Silence ensued for several minutes, neither boy knowing quite what to say, a definite tension hanging in the air.

Er—Malfoy,” Harry began uncertainly. Malfoy looked over at him, his gray eyes seeming to stare straight through him. Harry cleared his throat. “Hermione told me about—er—Carina’s mum, and … well, I’m sorry. That’s really awful.” Malfoy looked toward the lake, his gaze settling on his daughter.

He nodded slowly.

“Thanks,” he said. Harry’s stomach clenched. “I didn’t know her very well. I assume you heard the whole story?”

“Most of it, I think. Hermione told us what you told her.”

“’Us’? She told Weasley, too?” he asked, though he didn’t look upset. Harry flushed nevertheless. Malfoy smiled. Harry’s heart palpitated. “Emilie was just a girl I met during a holiday in France. She was two years older and I was in the middle of an oncoming War.” Harry bit the inside of his lip. “I saw her once between the time we left France and when she died. I went to see her just before our sixth year started—a few weeks before Carina was born. We picked out a name during that time and talked about Carina’s future.”

“How’d you come up with Carina?” Harry asked, remembering the way Hermione had smirked when she’d first heard the little girl’s name.

“It’s a star formation,” Malfoy explained. “All the males on my mother’s side of the family are named after constellations. My grandfather, Orion, my cousins, myself, all my ancestors. Carina’s not a boy, but I wasn’t sure I’d be having another child, so I skewed the tradition a bit.” He shook his head, inwardly it seemed.

There was another semi-long silence.

“It changes everything, you know?” Harry whispered eventually. Malfoy quirked an eyebrow. “Knowing that you had a daughter during those years. Sixth year. Last year.” Harry brought his knees up to his chest and rested his chin there. Malfoy remained silent. Harry was afraid his heart was audible with the way it was thumping against his ribcage. He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush, trying desperately to say the right thing, while simultaneously hating himself for even thinking the word ‘crush’. “Do you ever feel like the War changed everything? Not just the obvious, but something else? Something you can’t put your finger on?”

He heard Malfoy swallow.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “I do.”

“But then again,” Harry continued, unfolding his legs and sitting up straighter, “I feel like nothing changed sometimes. Voldemort’s dead, but I don’t feel like I defeated him. Sometimes it’s hard to comprehend that so many people are gone.”

He looked over at Malfoy and was startled to see that a single tear had slid down his cheek.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” Harry began to reach out toward Malfoy, not quite sure what he was going to do when he touched him, but was waved off when Malfoy shook his head.

“It’s fine. I just … I know what you mean. It’s always hard to believe my mother’s gone.”

Harry wanted to kick himself. He’d completely forgotten about that.

Very tactful, Harry.

Malfoy laughed darkly. “I guess that’s karma, eh?”

“No,” Harry said softly. “No one deserves that.”

“You lost your parents when you were one, Potter.”

“Exactly. I was one, not eighteen.” Malfoy only hung his head and sniffled. Harry had never seen him so vulnerable. It made him feel oddly … special. Privileged to be witness to something so intimate for a boy who’d never willingly shown any emotion at all. And despite how strange it sounded, he thought Malfoy looked quite cute this way—open and exposed.

“I feel so terrible that Carina has no one. No mother, no grandparents. Well, one, but he’s in Azkaban. Just me, and I don’t know the first thing about raising a child.”

“Seems like you’re doing okay,” Harry said comfortingly. “She’s a happy kid far as I can tell.”

Malfoy looked up at him suddenly, a look of contemplation on his face. Harry felt himself blushing.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Doing what?”

Malfoy gestured between them. “Talking to me. Being nice. I don’t know. It’s not like you owe me anything.”

Harry felt a little taken aback. He’d just been thinking how nice this was, but of course it couldn’t last long. Not when Malfoy was used to being suspicious. Not when their past dictated that they fight.

He sighed.

“Believe it or not, Malfoy, not everyone needs a reason to be nice.” Although, Harry realized, he did have a reason, in a sense. The reason was a completely obscure one, though. Malfoy stared at him strangely. Silently. Harry looked away, unable to keep his breathing controlled under the scrutiny of his most recent object of … lust? Interest? “We were all affected by this,” he said softly. “I know how much it hurts.”

“We should go inside,” said Malfoy. Harry felt his throat tighten. He nodded stiffly.

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Excerpt:

“Malfoy, wait!” he called, but the blond didn’t turn around. Harry ran faster and just managed to catch up. He grabbed Malfoy’s wrist and spun him around.

“I don’t wanna hear it, Potter,” he spat.

“How do you know what I’m gonna say?” Harry felt the habitual anger boil inside of him and had to push it away. He closed his eyes and took another breath. When he opened them again Malfoy looked skeptical.

“Because there’s only one thing to say in this situation.”

“And what is that?” He stared at Malfoy, long and hard, felt him crumble under the stare. Malfoy finally relaxed his face and looked down.

“It doesn’t matter,” he said. “Just leave me alone, Potter.”

“Malfoy,” he said, putting every confusing emotion he was feeling into the word. It felt strange, saying it like that. Malfoy tensed and looked up. Harry swallowed nervously before continuing. If he was going to do this—whatever the hell it was he was going—he was going to do it right. He let go of Malfoy’s wrist, which he vaguely realized he could wrap his fingers around entirely. “Remember how, the other day, I said that I know how this all feels? How much it hurts?” Malfoy only nodded, his eyes boring into Harry’s unnervingly. Harry clenched his sweaty fists. “Lately … since I’ve been around you more … yesterday… it …” He couldn’t quite form what he was trying to say. It was a big statement.

But it’s true, he told himself, and it was enough to force the words out.

“You … make it hurt a little bit less,” he said to the ground. Something only vaguely familiar was stirring in Harry’s stomach. Like a much more intense version of what his feelings had been for Ginny. Malfoy was silent. He could feel him staring. Harry didn’t know what to make of the silence so he blindly plowed on, daring to look up. “Is it true? What Carina said?”

There was a short pause and then, to his absolute astonishment, Malfoy nodded, albeit slowly, his expression relaying disbelief. Harry couldn’t help but smile. He raised one hand to Malfoy’s cheek, enjoying the way his breathing sped up from the simple touch and his eyes bulged.

He couldn’t believe this was happening.

“I don’t know what the bloody hell is going on.” He looked back and forth between Malfoy’s eyes, building the courage to ask for permission to do something he’d been itching to do for days now. Something he’d never in a million years thought he’d have the courage—or perhaps lack of common sense—to do. It felt like blindly diving off a cliff. “Can I kiss you?” he asked softly. Malfoy hesitated, but only a second later he nodded, ever so slightly, enough to tell Harry it was alright. Perhaps he didn’t think Harry would really do it. He did, though. He looked down at Malfoy’s lips once before leaning forward and covering them with his own in a chaste kiss. His heart jumped into his throat and lodged itself there. He lingered for a moment before pulling away, just enough so their noses were touching, and looked into Malfoy’s eyes. They were wet. Harry laughed and leaned in again, kissing him harder than before.

Malfoy responded after a few seconds, tentatively at first, but he grew more passionate as his heart rate increased and he seemed to lose himself in the moment.

Harry moved his hand around to grip the nape of Malfoy’s neck, his other hand coming up to rest on a cheek. Malfoy had moved his arms around Harry’s waist and pulled him closer.

It was as though this was the most normal thing in the world. As though the fact that neither had kissed a boy before didn't matter. Nor the Dark Mark on Malfoy's arm. This was something that was simply not thought about.

To Harry, at least.

“I don’t understand,” Malfoy breathed between kisses. Harry nipped at his lips, unable to keep from smiling at the sheer sense of fullness that flooded his body from the mixture of Malfoy’s smell, his taste, his essence. It felt so forbidden, and that was half the excitement.

“Me either.” He kissed him again, this time softly running his tongue along the seam of Malfoy’s lips. He pouted when Malfoy pulled away.

“Potter, what... Why are you doing this..? I don’t…” He loosened his grip around Harry’s waist. Harry quickly reached down and gripped Malfoy’s elbows, keeping his arms in place. Their eyes met.

“I told you. I don’t know.” He sighed in frustration. “You just make everything a little less horrible, Malfoy. The War. The aftermath. Everything. I don’t know why. You just do. Maybe it was always there and I just couldn’t see it because we were so used to hating each other.”

And wasn't that a telling statement.

The words spilled out without him having to think about them. It it infinitely more frightening.

Harry tried to kiss him again but Malfoy shook his head, struggling weakly at Harry’s embrace. Harry refused to let go. “You’re making things up, Potter.” He was looking down again. “There was nothing there. I hated you and you hated me. We would’ve… We would’ve killed each other if we’d had the cha—”

Harry grabbed Malfoy’s chin and forced eye contact once more. Malfoy looked supremely uncomfortable. His eyes were wet again. He was struggling not to cry.

“How can you say that when we’ve both saved each other’s life?” Malfoy’s eyes held confusion and something that looked desperately like longing. “At the Manor. In the Room of Requirement. Do you really think that, if we truly hated each other, we’d have risked our own skin?”

“I—”

“No, Malfoy.” Harry glanced down at his lips and he heard Malfoy swallow again. “It may not be anything deeper than mutual respect, but it’s certainly not hate. I hope there is more, though, because I think I could very easily become addicted to kissing you.”

The truth of the statement scared him.

A tear finally escaped and trailed down Malfoy’s cheek. Harry wanted desperately to kiss it.

“Give it a chance,” he whispered. “You want this as much as I do.”

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Will you be my daddy?

SasuNarufan13

Chapters: 45/45 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini/Daphne Greengrass, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley past, Draco Malfoy/Daphne Greengrass past Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Severus Snape, Teddy Lupin, Scorpius Malfoy, George Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Rubeus Hagrid, Minerva McGonagall, Andromeda Black Tonks Additional Tags: Slash, Lemons, MPreg later on in the story, A bit AU, Takes place a few years after the seventh year, Ginny Bashing, Slight Ron and Hermione bashing, Past Harry/Ginny - Freeform, Past Draco/Daphne, Drama, Some angst, Violence, Bottom!Harry, Mysterious killer, Various shift in povs, And yes the killer is a known character Series: Part 1 of Difficulties in love

Summary:

After Draco divorced from Daphne, Scorpius is set on finding a second daddy, because Draco told him he only loves men. He has even made a list. Then he meets Harry and he’s dead set on getting him as a second daddy. Will he succeed?

Excerpt:

It was Sunday morning when it happened.

They were all eating breakfast, when Scorpius suddenly asked, “Harry, do you like daddy?”

Harry looked up surprised and nearly choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Teddy scowled.

“Do you like daddy?” Scorpius repeated smiling.

Harry glanced at Draco, who was smirking. The bastard. “Eh, I suppose so. We get along now and your father can be nice if he wants too.”

“Hey,” Draco said offended. “I’m always nice.”

Harry rolled his eyes.

Scorpius looked at them innocently. “Then you have to give daddy a kissy.”

Harry looked at him shocked, while Draco just blinked. “What? Scorpius, I can’t do that,” Harry protested.

“Why not?” Scorpius asked, honestly confused. “Mama liked daddy too for a while and she gave him a kissy every day. You said you like daddy, so you have to give him a kissy too.”

Harry rubbed in his eyes, while Teddy stopped eating to see what would happen next.

“Scorpius, your daddy and I don’t like each other in the way that your mama and your daddy liked each other. So we don’t give each other a kiss because we like each other in another way.”

“But you like daddy! Or did you lie?” Scorpius’ lower lip started to tremble. Harry had to like his daddy, so they could be a family.

Harry sighed. “No, Scorpius, I didn’t lie.”

“Then you have to give daddy a kissy!”

Harry turned towards Draco desperately. “Draco, say something to your son, please. Explain him why we can’t give each other a kiss.”

Draco, not fancying seeing his son upset and therefore throwing a fit, just shrugged. “Once he gets something in his mind, you won’t get it out. We can sit here for hours, trying to make him understand that we like each other, but not enough to give a kiss and we still won’t get any further. It’s best if we just give each other a quick kiss, then he will stop talking about it.”

“But I don’t want to give you a kiss,” Harry whined a bit and pouted.

Draco rolled his eyes. “For Merlin’s sake, Potter. It’s just a damn kiss. We do it fast and then it’s over.”

Harry huffed. “Fine.” He glared at the blond man and stood up. He walked around the table and bent to give Draco a chaste kiss on the cheek. Then he looked at Scorpius.

“Happy now?” he asked.

Scorpius shook his head. “No, you do it all wrong. You have to give a kissy on daddy’s lips.”

Harry went white and Draco paled too. “Wh – what? I’m definitely not doing that!” Harry protested and stepped back, shaking his head.

Scorpius pouted. “Why not? You like daddy, so you have to give him a kissy on the lips. Mama did that too.”

“Yes, but your mama did that, because she liked your daddy very much. I don’t like your daddy that much,” Harry tried to reason with the six year old boy.

That was the wrong thing to say.

Scorpius’ eyes watered and he sniffed, his lower lip trembling more. Harry didn’t like his daddy. But he had too! He had to like daddy so they could be a family!

“Oh, screw it all,” Draco muttered and stood up. He hated seeing his son upset and if a kiss on the mouth would make him happy again – why he would be asking for that, Draco didn’t have a clue – then he would do it. Thank Merlin Harry was at least attractive.

Harry looked at him warily when Draco advanced on him and his eyes widened when Draco bent down. The bastard was still a few inches taller than him.

Teddy’s eyes fell almost out of their sockets when he saw Draco pushing his lips on his godfather’s mouth and kiss him hard.

Scorpius squealed when he saw his daddy and Harry kissing and clapped in his hands.

After ten seconds, Harry pushed Draco away and discreetly wiped his mouth. “You didn’t have to do it for that long,” he muttered, glaring at the blond man in front of him.

Draco regarded him calmly. “You didn’t die from it, did you? Besides, I think there are worse things than kissing me,” he smirked.

“Not bloody likely,” Harry murmured and returned to his seat.

Draco sat down too. “So, Scorpius, was that kiss good enough?”

Scorpius nodded happily. “Yes, now you’re going to kiss every day. You and mama did that too.”

Harry groaned and with a thump, he let his head fall on the table. “I’m going to be so happy when I leave here,” he muttered underneath his breath. Kissing Malfoy every day would be a complete nightmare. It was bad enough he had to kiss him today, let alone every day! It didn’t matter if he was handsome and if he could kiss well; Harry Potter was not gay and he would never like Draco Malfoy in that way!

Teddy looked from underneath his eyelashes at the little boy sitting right in front of him and frowned. What was that kid playing at? Why would he want Draco and his godfather kissing? They were two guys! Just because his godfather maybe liked Draco, didn’t mean that he had to kiss him. Kissing on the mouth was something only couples did. Teddy may be nine, but he knew that kissing each other on the mouth when you just liked each other as friends was something friends didn’t do. Maybe a kiss on the cheek, sure. But on the mouth? No. They only did that if they were in love with each other. And his Prongslet and Draco weren’t in love with each other! Harry wasn’t gay, he liked girls. Though Teddy couldn’t understand why his godfather liked girls. Girls were icky. They had cooties. But Teddy supposed it was an adult thing to like girls.

Draco raised an eyebrow when he heard what his son said and then looked over at Harry who had thumped his head on the table. He snorted inaudibly and took a sip of his tea. His son was up to something, that he was sure about. But what it was, Draco didn’t have a clue.

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