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drarrymyheart · 3 months
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A 50 word Drarry microfic for your enjoyment ♥️
It took twenty-three dates.
Twenty-four if you count their shag in the ministry loo. Harry decided he definitely did.
Twenty-four dates before the stubborn bastard said it.
One word that set Harry’s nerves alight; relief in his lungs, elation in his veins.
One word breathed into their tender kiss.
“Harry.”
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peachpety · 1 year
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come to your senses, draco malfoy
A mere glimpse of ridiculous dark curls and Draco's heart rockets into his throat.
Every bloody time.
In the Great Hall. At the pitch.
The 8th-year common room offers no respite—Potter lounges, carefree.
Stupid Potter and his dimpled, snaggle-toothed smile.
Oh, how Draco longs to smother it with his mouth.
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to be continued
a chaptered microfic ficlet, part 1 of 7 written for @microficmay - 50 words 01 may prompt - yearn week one sensory challenge - sight
Part 2 →
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lumosatnight · 1 year
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A Consolation: A Narlily Microfic Series
I’m trying something new! This will be one continuous story with 32 parts updated daily throughout May. It will contain explicit content involving consensual underage sex. Other content warnings for infidelity, canon-typical wartime angst, and mentions of pregnancy. Thank you @nanneramma for infecting me with Narlily brainrot and for being my beta. Go check out her AMAZINGLY SPECTACULAR Narlily microfic series!
You can also follow along on AO3 if you would prefer.
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@sapphicmicrofics day 1 ‘sunset’ @microficmay day 1 ‘yearn’
Sixth year. First day. Sunset.
Bangers and mash, steak and kidney pie. Treacle tart, custard creams, crêpes au chocolat.
Severus stuffs his face. Lucius picks at his food.
Narcissa ignores them all — there is only one thing that holds her attention today.
Red and gold.
Lily laughs across the hall.
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Read on AO3 | Day 2 →
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tink-wondering · 3 months
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For@drarrymicrofic's February 9 prompt: Time Loop
Again, Draco thought as he wiped the blood from his eyes. I will save him this time.
He hit himself with a sleeping spell.
Just as it took effect, Harry bloody Potter apparated. Holding Scorpius.
The moment he woke, Draco sprung out of bed. He had a Saviour to question.
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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months
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Praise
“Good,” Draco said, voice soft and warm.
And the words zipped through Harry’s body, making his fingers and toes tingle, leaving his hair standing on end. All traces of discomfort disappeared as his mind went pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. 
Draco’s fingers carded through his curls, “So good for me.”
Written for the @microficmay prompt: Praise (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)
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decaflondonfog · 3 months
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day 28/30 of 30 microfics in 30 days
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for someone who was convinced the series was kevneil endgame when i first read the books i really, really don’t write them enough ;_; ⚠️ teeeeeensy bit of implied spice
KEVNEIL • SECRET RELATIONSHIP for @/lady__flash on twt
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lemonlimelea · 2 months
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microfic - Royalty
for @drarrymicrofic prompt - Royalty!
Before the Wizengamot Harry stood like a devastating king.
Draco, flanked by Aurors, watched his own trial through snatches glimpsed between shifting robes.
The Wizengamot hummed over Harry’s words, an unruly hive.
What fuelled Harry’s defence? How had Draco deceivingly secured it? 
Sentencing loomed. Harry’s eyes met his, and softened.
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nanneramma · 1 year
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quidditch, summer of '96
Harry/Ginny, for @microficmay day 3, prompt: revelation and @hinnymicrofic prompt: ride T
He’s always noticed Ginny; he’s just never seen her. Until he does: mud-covered cloud-rider. Sunset golden girl.
He sweats.
"Nice goal. Really — erm — clean."
She cocks a brow. He contemplates self-strangulation. 
"Clean?"
"Uh, yeah. Beautiful."
A gut-punch grin. "You're not too bad yourself."
She walks away. He watches every step. 
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miss-grimwood · 8 months
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Desk - Bellamione
(NSFW)
Bent over her desk, tits pressed against her paperwork, Hermione gasped in anticipation. Bellatrix’s hand trailed down her side to squeeze her arse.
As slender fingers ghosted her slit, Hermione’s phone rang.
Fuck. ‘Don’t answer it,’ Bellatrix purred.
‘What if it’s Delphi?’
Resigned, Bellatrix handed her the phone.
‘It’s her.’
@sapphicmicrofics
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maesterchill · 5 months
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More than anything
Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'Walk Me Home' by P!nk and dedicated to my wonderful friend @shealwaysreads on her birthday. Hope you feel miles better soon, lovely xxx (Mature-ish, ~400 words)
It’s weird, the way it happens. There’s no dramatic moment, no climactic first kiss as the music swells. It’s Harry and Malfoy, after Friday pub night, after everyone else has headed home and Tom's flickering the light. And Malfoy simply says, “I'll walk you home.” 
Two firewhiskys and a very nice fuck later, Malfoy puts his arms around Harry from behind and says, “Had you ever thought about this before? Us?”
Harry nods. “'Course.” He’s wanted Malfoy more than anything.
They’re still naked and looking out the window at the sky starting to brighten into morning. It'll be another hot June day. 
Malfoy hums, placing a kiss on his shoulder. “I should probably confess, I’ve thought about this for a long time. Never thought you’d ever actually—heh, well.” He shakes his head. “Here we are now. I should focus on that.”
“I– yeah.” Harry doesn’t know what to say. There’s a knot of nerves inside his chest that he doesn’t know how to dislodge. “Yeah, here we are.”
“Try to sound a little bit happy about it,” Malfoy says with a sniff. “Merlin, Potter, it’s not like I held a wand to your throat last night and forced you to swallow my come. Though, if you’re into that…”
Harry snorts. “Yeah… maybe leave that for next time.”  
“Ah, so there'll be a next time? Well, that is excellent news.” Malfoy's soft cock twitches against Harry's buttock.
Harry goes rigid. Malfoy notices. “You’re freaking out inside that head of yours. You probably want me to go.” He draws his arms away.
Harry misses the skin contact. “No,” he says. He wants this, exactly this, more than anything. That’s the problem. “No. Stay. I just… I don’t know how—” He sighs. “I’m not good at this, Malfoy. I might fuck it up.”
“I'm not sure you've noticed, but I have a long history of fucking things up. Especially good things.”
Harry turns to face Malfoy, who's still squinting out into the murk of dawn. “Do you think we could be a good thing?” 
Malfoy turns his eyes to Harry, and Harry sees the green of his own eyes reflected in the silvery grey. “I do, as a matter of fact.”
“Show me.”
Malfoy cups Harry's face in his palms, leans in with his soft mouth, and shows him how good they can be, which is what Harry wants more than anything.
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maybebabyplease · 1 year
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for the @wolfstarmicrofic prompt:
anarchy
Remus has already gotten in bed when Sirius bursts in, cheeks pink and hair wild. “It’s anarchy out there, Moons,” he says, his eyes shining.
And he’s right; Remus has just been with everyone in the common room, celebrating their Quidditch win over Slytherin. It had been a hard-fought match. James had been uncharacteristically distracted, dropping the quaffle more than once. But they’d managed to pull through at the last second, and now the whole house buzzes with excitement. There had even been a few Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs in the mix. Remus had watched a sixth-year Ravenclaw leaning into Sirius, clearly attempting to chat him up. That had been when Remus decided to make his retreat.
“Come back down?” Sirius asks, something hopeful in his expression.
Remus shakes his head. “Not tonight, I’m a little tired.” It isn’t quite a lie. They’re only a few days out from the full, and his body aches.
Sirius shrugs his shoulders. “Okay. Can I get in?” he asks, gesturing at the bed.
Remus hesitates for a half-second. “Wouldn’t you rather go join the party?” And the handsome Ravenclaw boy?
Sirius shrugs again. “Nah. I’d rather be where you are,” he says, as if it’s nothing, as if it doesn’t make Remus’ heart skip a beat. He kicks his shoes off and joins Remus under the covers.
“I don’t think it’s going to be very interesting here,” Remus says, half-joking.
Sirius takes Remus’ hand, careful, looking up to Remus to see if he’ll pull away. “Well,” he says, almost shy. He leans in, nose to nose with Remus. His breath hitches, and then he continues. “Why don’t we make it interesting?”
And when their heads tilt, and their lips touch, and their hands find skin, it does, in fact, get very, very interesting.
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noxturn-alley · 1 year
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Comic
"Jane Eyre? That's one of my favorites, Remus. You've got great taste"
"Thanks, Lils" said Remus, looking up at her. He was laying inbetween Sirius' legs on the common room floor.
"Yeah, Moony. You've got great taste." Sirius chuckled, looked down at the transfigured Avengers comic book Remus was holding.
@wolfstarmicrofic (50 words)
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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months
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Shatter
It was the sound, a creaking, ancient noise; memories rose of fear and curses that stole the breath from your body. 
For a moment Draco was 16 again. The glass in his hand shattered.
A moment later, Harry’s arms wrapped around him, “I’m here,” whispered into his neck. “You’re safe.”
Written for the @microficmay prompt: shatter (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)
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spikybanana · 1 year
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After all, Remus reasons, Sirius has always been seduced by betrayal. (His family would attest to it.)
Because betrayal means breaking rank, demolishing all constraints. And thus, it is a magnificent thing. For people like Sirius Black, who thirst for freedom before anything else— betrayal is but another necessary honesty.
@wolfstarmicrofic - prompt: thirst
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schmem14 · 9 months
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Panicked
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Pairing: Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson Rating: T WC: 50
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Peeves made her do it.  How else can Hermione explain the panicked fumble as she shoves Pansy into the nearest broom closet, mid-argument? Pansy is infuriating, the way her perfume fills the space, the way her body feels pressed against Hermione as their continued fight descends into harsh, biting kisses. 
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nanneramma · 1 year
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a bedtime ritual
Harry & Teddy for @microficmay day 10, prompt: moon & stars G, cw: reference to canonical character death
“Teeth brushed?”
“Yep.”
“Tucked in?”
“Yep.”
“Love you. More than the moon and stars.”
“Love you too.”
“And your parents love you, too.”
“More than the stars?”
“Yep.”
“More than the moon?”
“Definitely more than the moon.”
“I miss them, I think.”
“Me too, kiddo.”
“Night night Harry.”
“G’night Teddy.”
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