#auror draco

[flyora]

Auror Malfoy from any post-hog dramione au is still my fav image of him

#dramione #dramione fan art #draco malfoy #auror draco #dramione fanfiction

[garforprongs]

Auror Partners

forgot to post this to tumblr tbh

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry x draco #harry potter #my art #hpdm #auror harry #auror draco #drarry fanart #garforprongs

[ivmaruva]

Flustered auror Draco Malfoy. Art taken from my latest silly tiktok animation. You can watch it HERE. It also includes Hermione, Theo and Pansy :)

#tiktok artist #dramione #dhr fanart #hermione x draco #draco malfoy fanart #draco malfoy #auror draco #draco lucius malfoy #fanart #dhr art #dramione fanart #dramione art

[rottin6]

art by garforprongs on instagram

#THE BEARD #THE HANDS #THE WAIST #THE FUCKING GRIP #lord help me dydtdhjghfu #drarry #drarry fanart #drarry drawing #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry/draco #harry x draco #harry james potter #draco lucius malfoy #auror harry #auror draco

[omniluci-estumbra]

Draco on his way to give 3 men a new phobia of quidditch players cause they were stupid enough to try to break into Granger’s lab

“Draco’s broom was still in his hand and provided a convenient means of whipping up the three storeys to the Granger laboratory….Granger was safe within – that was the main thing. Now Draco’s dread gave way to relief and a desire to systematically dismember each of these men….Three baddies against one Draco. You had to feel a bit sorry for them.”

ff: Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love (DMATMOOBIL) by @isthisselfcare

One of my favorite sequences from the fic and just one of my favorite fics ever I’ll probably never stop drawing this version of them

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dmatmoobil #harry potter fan art #draco malfoy fanart #quidditch #auror draco #procreate #omniluci

[nightmare-creatures-art]

#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #draco x harry #auror harry #auror draco #hp fanart #hp fanfic #harry potter fanart #do you ever cycle through your old fandoms and suddenly remember why you've liked them so much? because same #i fucking love drarry fanfics in which they are adults with actual communication skills and stuff #and when they work together really competently oof

[ectoheart]

...and more Draco Malfoy at the Ministry of Magic DMLE

Hermione version

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #auror draco #drarry #dramione #he is an icon he is the moment #a pain in the ass to work with #but gets the job DONE #mio #myart #hp mio

[papiercranes]

reluctant auror partners

#drarry #drarry fanart #harry potter #draco malfoy #auror harry #auror draco #harry x draco #might as well post it here too lol #my art #harry potter fanart #harry potter art #hpdm

[syrahbat]

my draco 💚

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #drarry fanart #draco art #auror draco #character design #character art #illustration

[onebedtorulethemall]

Draco gets lucky.

Art by @simariz for Chapter 24 of Things Without Remedy. More below the jump!

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[sakughost]

Draco: This... is my win.

Hermione: I'm literally choking you and pinning you down.

Draco: I know.

Harry and Ron, shouts outside the ring: GROSS, MALFOY!

#auror draco #auror hermione #hermione granger #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #harry potter au #combat training #dramione

[drarrily-we-row-along]

This can be read as a sequel to "I Need You" or read as a stand alone (it will totally make sense without the prequel)

Draco found him curled up in a ball, in the corner of their office, the door warded against everyone but him. And as far as embarrassing places for Draco to find him went, well at least this wasn’t the top of the list for Harry.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Draco asked him as he folded himself down to sit cross-legged in front of Harry, their knees brushing, and the casual intimacy of that all but crushed Harry.

He shook his head, refusing to look up at meet Draco’s eyes as he plucked a string off his pants.

“Can I sit here with you?” he asked softly.

Harry nodded but couldn’t bring himself to say words back.

Draco pressed his knee against Harry’s, offering him a lifeline, anchoring him in the flood of his emotions.

After a few minutes of silence save the ticking of the clock in their office, Harry opened his mouth, “I couldn’t do it,” he whispered. “Well, I could have but-"

“Couldn’t do what, love?” Draco asked.

He swallowed, the pet name making him ache and burn with desire to allow Draco in, to trust that he actually wanted to be there with him when he was a mess. It was a desire that often remained unfulfilled because he couldn't bring himself to allow it. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, “They wanted me to do another press circuit,” he said, lip curling with derision in spite of his best intentions to keep his emotions under wraps.

Draco hummed softly in acknowledgement.

Shaking his head, Harry pressed on, brave as he could be, letting Draco see all of the aching in his chest, “I just can’t keep doing all of the things that suck up all of my energy.” He raked his fingers through his hair before finally looking up to see Draco's eyes already on him, face open and earnest, so much gentleness that Harry wanted to claw his own chest open.

"Harry," Draco said softly, grounding him, not trying to stem the flow of emotions, just trying to help him not get swept away. He offered him a hand and Harry's fingers clenched in his.

"And I know they need it," he managed through how tight his chest felt, straining under the weight of his guilt. "I know that it helps to garner people's approval-"

"Hey," Draco said softly, squeezing Harry's hand, "You're allowed to have boundaries. You're allowed to need things too."

Harry's eyes filled with tears, they spilled over and he shoved his glasses up in his hair so he could scrub at his eyes.

"You're good," Draco murmured. "You're so good, darling," he whispered softly. "Your heart is so soft, so generous, but everyone has their limits. You can't do everything."

"Not everything," Harry agreed, shaking his head, "But I could have-"

"At what cost?" Draco interrupted. "You've already died for them, you've already given your time working to them, what are you even keeping for yourself?"

He blinked but couldn't form an answer, he just started to cry again.

"Sweetheart," Draco said, stroking his thumb over Harry's knuckles, "You can't do everything," he repeated, "but more to the point, you shouldn't have to. You get to be a whole person, with needs and desires. Who has things that he's good at and that fulfill him, and who equally has things that he's not good at and that don't bring him any fulfillment."

"Everyone has to do things they don't like," he protested.

"Sure," Draco agreed, "All of us have some things that we just have to do, but you spend more of your time doing things that you hate, things that are hard and make you feel empty, because you are so used to being asked to be the hero, to save the world. What you do is not the same."

"I don't know how to do this," he whispered like a confession.

The other man smiled softly at him, "you're doing it," he murmured. "There's not an easy way to build boundaries when you don't have the experience to, when you weren't taught and allowed to when you were young. It's just practice."

"Does it always feel like this?" he asked.

"Like what?"

He swallowed, "Like you're the worst human to ever live. Like you've been given so much that you'll never be able to repay what you've been given, so asking for more seems greedy? Like just doing it would have been hard but would have felt better than doubting who I am."

"Ah," Draco said softly. "Want to know a secret?"

Harry nodded uncertainly.

"Who you are is not what you do."

He swallowed around the tears that were suddenly threatening to choke him, tried to hold back the ugly sob and failed, letting out a gasping, shuddering sound that felt like it was ripped from the pit of his stomach.

"Can I hold you?" Draco asked, his own voice a little desperate.

Harry nodded and collapsed forward willingly as Draco shifted and pulled Harry's body against his, cradling his face in his neck and rubbing his back.

When his tears started to abate, Draco squeezed his shoulder and said, "it does get easier, love."

"You're sure?"

He nodded, "And the fulfillment you'll feel getting to exist in a world where you aren't constantly stretched to thin, constantly at the end of your rope, will be amazing," he promised.

Harry buried his nose in Draco's neck, breathing in his warm scent. "Sorry," he whispered after a moment.

"What for?" Draco asked, like he was being ridiculous.

Pulling back, he tried to look Draco in the eye, then dropped his gaze to his chin when that was too hard. "I feel like you only get all of the worst bits of me. I'm such a mess right now, I feel like this wasn't what you were imagining. And you say you love me but I can't," he shook his head and changed tracks, "and I do love you, you know I do, but I'm not ready to be in an actual relationship-"

"Harry, I like getting the worst bits because it means I get all the bits and it's fine, I'm not in a rush-" he interrupted.

"-and I'm so afraid."

"Afraid of what?"

"That by the time I'm actually ready for more than just spending time with you, eating dinner, watching movies, occasional kissing on the sofa when I haven't fallen straight to sleep, that you will have realized I'm not worth it," he rushed out. "Afraid that you'll feel the way that I feel about me."

"Oh," Draco breathed, reaching out and gently tipping Harry's chin up to look in his eyes.

But he couldn't do it, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, another tear slipping down his cheek.

He sighed softly, "Harry, I love you. I am not in a hurry. And my love does not require any particular response from you to feel like it's fulfilled. Sitting here with you, in your grief is so," he blew out a breath. "I love you so much it takes up all of the space in my body sometimes," he confessed. "And getting to sit with you, getting to listen to you, to the real you, Harry," he squeezed his hand, "It's a declaration of love and trust unlike any other. Being allowed to see you, it tells me so much about what you feel for me. It's a really beautiful gift."

Harry huffed a disbelieving laugh, "I want to believe you," he said softly. "I do. I want to believe that I'm enough but I'm so afraid of not being enough and of you realizing it. And if I let you in and you leave-"

"Me too," Draco said softly. "I'm afraid of the same thing. Terrified of letting you in, of getting to love you and be loved by you, and then having you realize that I'm not worthy of it. Because getting to have you really deeply for a little while and not getting to keep you, feels unbearable."

"How do you bear it?" Harry whispered, looking up at Draco because of the two of them, Draco seemed to be doing a better job of letting Harry in and loving him without constant panic.

He shrugged, "because I only have control over myself and this moment," he said. "And I've had lots of experience being afraid and being a coward, and I know it feels better to be afraid but still do the thing that my heart is pushing me to do. So I love you, and I'll keep doing it as long as you let me, in all of the ways that you're able to let me."

"Can we leave?" he whispered, suddenly exhausted, longing for nothing more than a cuddle on the couch after eating takeaway straight from the containers.

Smiling at him, Draco nodded, "Come on. My house? I can order Chinese?"

Harry nodded back, a little shy, a little unsure about accepting this much love from the other man.

"I want to," he assured softly. "I want to love you, I want to be with you and take care of you. You just have to say yes."

"Yes," Harry whispered, reaching out and taking Draco's hand and tugging him closer. "Can I kiss you?" he asked softly.

Draco nodded and leaned in to press a soft lingering kiss to Harry's lips and Harry let himself relax into it, letting go of all of his fears for as long as he could, and just let himself be loved.

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Read more of my fics here.

#boundaries are hard #the author had to hold multiple boundaries this week and she's being so brave about it #drarry #love #soft #fluff #<3 #part of the unofficial trauma series #gentle draco #auror draco #auror partners #auror harry

[apl-three]

Power Couple ❤️💚

Curse Breaker Hermione and Auror Draco

#fanart #dramione #dramione fanart #hermione fanart #hermione granger #art #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanart #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #auror draco #curse breaker hermione #ministry of magic #hermione jean granger #draco lucius malfoy

[bluezeldana]

My first SocMed AU is finished!! 🥳

I just posted the last chapter of Not You Again on my dramione Discord server.

- Bodyguard & Auror Draco

- Bookshop owner Hermione

- Slow burn

- Mutual pining

- Misunderstanding

- side NottPott

It will also be up on Ao3 later today.

#dramione #draco #hermione #ao3 #discord #auror draco #bookshop owner hermione #bodyguard Draco #nottpott #pining

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Blurb

I realize that these blurbs are quickly turning into a pretty elaborate story. Alas, it is what it is. They are all posted onto my AO3 and can be read in order here.

A Confrontation.

In which Draco really hates McLaggen.

Hermione felt detached from her body, as she swept into the kitchen. In the arm of a man she had absolutely no interest in. Cormac was a pompous sort of wizard that thought much too highly of himself.

But so was Malfoy.

But Cormac didn’t kiss like Malfoy did. He didn’t set her body abuzz with adrenaline and anticipation. He didn’t cause her mind to become submerged in the memory of one single kiss. The kiss that left her blistered and damaged. Like she had been sunburned and there was no ointment to cure the long lingering effects of that one kiss.

It had, she had determined, been the thing behind her failed relationship with Ron.

Behind a small handful of failed one night stands.

Like she had continued to search for that thing that would challenge Malfoy’s kiss. That might put it to shame.

None of them did. Nobody ever came close.

Draco Malfoy’s kiss had put every other mans touch to shame.

But he didn’t ever do more than that one kiss. He never sought her out. He didn’t owl. He didn’t Floo.

He all but disappeared from her life.

And now he was here and he was acting like a jealous ex-lover.

And she wanted to scream at him. She wanted to hate him. She did, hate him that is. At least, she told herself she did.

She used Cormac, of course she did. She took advantage of his attraction to her.

And threw it in Draco’s face.

Something about a jealous Draco caused her skin to tighten. It caused her stomach to dip, like she was flying towards the ground.

Her mouth moved on its own, her mind deep in the memory of Draco’s kiss. Of the way his eyes burned into her when he told her she looked lovely.

Cormac was suddenly brushing his lips to the side of her face as he handed her a new glass of champagne.

Her entire body jolted at the touch. Recoiled.

She took a small step back and lifted the glass to her mouth. But she felt it.

The shift in the room, that jolt of electricity as Draco entered the kitchen.

His presence loomed large in the cramped quarters.

There were a few old friends sitting at the table, playing cards, drinking and gambling. She thinks it was Earnie McMillan and Katie Bell. But she didn’t actually look around when she entered the kitchen.

“I heard about your promotion.” Hermione said, leaning away from another advance of his lips.

Draco was examining the assortment of alcohol at the kitchen island. But she knew he was watching them. How could she not feel that gaze on her?

“Oh, you did?” Cormac sounded quite proud of himself. Like Hermione had sought out the information about him.

She hadn’t, of course. Harry had complained for an entire week about the git getting a position that gave him more power than he deserved. Called him a lousy Auror. A kiss ass. Dawlish’s lap dog.

Hermione had remembered laughing at Harry’s rants. Had thoroughly enjoyed watching her friend get frazzled as they attempted to watch a movie in London.

“I did. Do you enjoy it?”

Cormac’s hand grazed her cheek as he pushed a lock of hair from her face.

She shifted away from him, feigning interest in the card game unfolding behind them.

Draco picked up a bottle of Fire Whiskey, and summoned a short glass.

“I do. I get to prosecute dark wizards. I’m working on a case, now, as a matter of fact, that will put at least a dozen wizards in jail. There’s a ring of dark wizards still working beneath the scenes.”

“There is?” She glanced over her shoulder. And found stormy grey eyes looking directly into hers.

“Yes, but I’m not here to talk about work, Hermione.” Cormac’s hand grazed her lower back. He moved closer. He was determined to kiss her. She could feel it. She leaned away but his hand pressed firmly into her back, now. He leaned toward her. His eyes were aimed at her lips.

She froze, unable to decide if she wanted to go this far. Was she really willing to allow Cormac McLaggen to kiss and paw at her again. All in an effort to piss off Draco Malfoy?

“You’re telling me that you are the lead prosecutor for the DMLE?” Draco’s voice cut into the air. It was sharp and wrought with disgust.

Cormac pulled away from Hermione, turned to face Draco. “That’s right.” His chest puffed up, his shoulders thrown back.

“Scraping the barrel then, weren’t they?”

Angry tension engulfed the kitchen. Earnie and Katie stopped playing, falling quiet as they watched the scene unfold.

Hermione stepped away from Cormac. She watched Draco.

The way he tossed the contents of his glass into the back of his throat. The way he slammed the glass onto the countertop before refilling it.

“Like you’re one to talk, Malfoy.” He laughed bitterly. “Former Death Eater turned Auror? If anyone was scraped from the bottom of a barrel, it was you. What could have possibly led Dawlish to chose someone as tragic as you?”

Draco’s eyes burned into Cormac before he glanced at Hermione.

She was scowling at Cormac’s words. She was fighting the need to step in and stand up for Malfoy.

But he looked down to his glass, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. He stared hard at the liquid in his glass before he tossed it into his mouth. Swallowed it quick and then sent it flying across the room.

It hit Cormac in the head but didn’t break.

Cormac launched himself over the counter at Draco.

Hermione didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She did neither, in the end. Instead, she watched as Draco side stepped Cormac, catching him by the arm. He whirled Cormac around and pinned him to the floor.

“Do you think she likes you, McLaggen?” Draco hissed as he bent over him, twisting his arm behind his back. “Think you have a shot with her?”

“Do you think you do?” Cormac scoffed. “The former Death Eater who used to spit on her? Hermione Granger would never stoop so low.”

Draco leaned closer, his lips almost erotically close to Cormac’s ear. “Who says she hasn��t already?”

“Malfoy!” Hermione hissed.

Cormac jerked against the hold. His wand suddenly appeared. He aimed it at Draco’s throat.

“Oi!” Harry barked into the kitchen. “Put that wand down, McLaggen.” His own wand was held out, pointed at the man twisted into Draco’s hold.

“Your partner attacked me.”

“I offered him a drink.”

Earnie snorted loudly. Hermione closed her eyes.

“You are holding a deadly weapon to his throat. Threatening a wizard in my home. I can take you in for that, alone.”

“I have the right to defend myself.” Draco added, his eyes twinkling as he looked over at Hermione.

“Let him go, Malfoy.” Harry sighed. A long, sufferable sigh full of fatigue.

Draco hesitated and then released the man, shoving him away.

Cormac straightened his suit as he sneered at Malfoy. “You just made a huge mistake, Malfoy.”

“Your entire existence is a huge mistake, McLaggen.” Draco sounded bored. But his eyes burned like silver as he watched Cormac move back over to Hermione. As he reached out a hand to her.

“Dont,” Draco cut in, his fingers wrapping around the bottle of Fire Whiskey. “Touch her.”

Harry was putting his wand back into his holster but froze at the words.

Cormac scoffed. “I think the witch can speak for herself.” He continued to hold his hand out. “Let’s get out of here, Hermione.”

She stared, wide-eyed, at the outstretched hand. Looked at Draco as he watched her. He was drinking directly from the bottle.

Hermione looked at Harry, who shook his head, completely lost.

“I think I need some fresh air.” She turned away and left the kitchen.

Luna and Ginny found her first and together, they drank the entire bottle of champagne as he watched the breeze play over the lillies Harry had planted when he took over the house.

Listened as Ginny, in an attempt to distract Hermione from spiraling, ranted and vented about Harry deciding on a June wedding. When she finished her rant, Hermione turned to her friend.

“I thought this entire party was to celebrate the fact that you two had finally chosen a date.”

Ginny gulped and sent her a sheepish little grin.

“Oh, right. About that.”

#my writing #dramione #fanfic #harry potter #dramione fanfic #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #draco lucius malfoy #auror draco #dramione drabbles #idiots in love #dramione drabble #dramione blurb

[themoon-andits-stars]

Does anyone else think about the drarry fic “All Our Secrets Laid Bare” an obsessive amount?

No? Just me? Cause I probably think about that fic at least once a week.

Like oh my God that scene where Draco uses the blood magic to use Harry’s magical strength with his own control and precision. MMMMMMMMMM that’s so good how can i reread that for the first time again.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry fanfic #fanfiction #golden trio era #auror harry #auror draco #harry x draco #draco lucius malfoy #harry james potter #hp fandom #hpdm #hp on top