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[inheartofwinter]

DRARRY FIC REC

Drarry x Fandom

I have made many fic rec lists, almost always at someone's request, although I don't often post them publicly. However, there are fic rec lists I compiled simply because I like a particular troupe. I often keep copies of these lists in the notes in my phone so that I can respond quickly to a request for fic recs. Long story short, the notes pile up and now I need to delete some before I can't find anything anymore. But I don't want to just let those rec lists disappear, so I decided to share them.

The list I want to share with you today is Drarry fics in which fandom plays an important role.

- Draco Potter and the Day the World Ended (G; 3,2k) by gracefully_slytherin

Draco Potter (nee Malfoy) was known for many things.

He was a Death Eater who was acquitted of all his war crimes; he was the first Mind Healer that St. Mungo's had hired; he was the Savior of the Wizarding World's husband; and he was the popular fanfiction author sassysnakeprince on Archive of Our Own.

And life was peaceful until his beloved fanfiction website stopped working overnight. The world, it seemed, had chosen to die that day.

I'm pretty sure this is a very relatable story to many of us 🤣

- Pass the Chocolate (T; 1,6k) by @romaine2424

Harry writes a fanfic for Draco, but it doesn’t quite work out the way he planned.

- Pass the Ogden's (T; 660) by @romaine2424

Harry has the blues about h/d fandom. He thinks they're getting old.

This story is a continuation of 'Pass the Chocolate'. Once again, Harry is having problems with fandom and Draco tries to help.

- The True Veela Story (PG; 700) by Faith Wood

Draco is a veela. He has to mate with Harry or die. Naturally, he chooses to die.

- Harry Discovers Slash (E; 907) by @astolat

The obligatory the-characters-learn-about-slash story. (Harry/Draco)

- Draco Malfoy: Fangirl ( M; 3,7k) by pir8fancier

Harry discovers that Draco is a fangirl.

- Fanboy series (?; 2k) by scudeliwu

Draco is caught coming back from a fan-convention.

- Draco Malfoy is a Stupid Wanker (M; 6,8k) by @emmagrant01

During the course of HBP, Romilda Vane's crush on Harry Potter evolves into a slashy obsession with Harry and Draco. (Harry/Draco, if only in Romilda's mind...)

I would love it if you can spare some time to check these fics out and leave kudos to the authors. Honestly, some of these are so underrated even though they are so good.

Anyway, have fun reading!

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[hephaestiions]

“What the fuck is this?”

Potter, in a fit of rage, is quite the sight to behold. Magic sizzles around him, errant curls escape his lazy bun, spectacles sit a touch too crooked on his nose.

Draco sips his tea. “A transfer request.”

“For Merlin’s sake—“ Potter rubs the bridge of his nose, a tell Draco’s learnt to mean he’s confused and scattered, and entirely unwilling to admit it. “I can read, Malfoy. Why?”

“Article 9, Section 3 of the Auror Code of Conduct—“

“No,” Potter cuts him off. “Absolutely not.”

Draco puts his tea down.

“I wouldn’t have thought,” he begins, slow and careful, “that you’d have already forgotten— what we did. Right in this office, in fact.”

“I haven’t forgotten anything,” Potter says. The transfer request is crumpling in his fist.

“Then you also remember it’s against the rules for us to remain partners—“

Potter stalks closer, until he’s towering over Draco’s desk. Draco’s mouth is desert-dry.

“Fuck the rules,” he says. This close, his scar always takes Draco by surprise, stark and ridged and white, cutting across his forehead and the top of his cheekbone. This close, now and every other time, he’s a riot of messy intensity. Draco can’t look away. “Merlin, Draco, when have I given a fuck about the rules? You leave me, I leave the MLE, there’s no point—”

“Potter,” Draco says. He’s weak and has never resisted temptation well. It’s no surprise this is all it takes for him to reach and cup Harry’s jaw, jittery thumb catching on the stubble shadowing his cheek. “Harry, I’m not that special.”

“Tell me you’re doing this because you think you have to,” Harry says, quiet and low. “Tell me you felt like you must, and not because you— because you want to get away from me. If it’s that, then I won’t stand in—“

“Don’t be silly.” It comes out sharp and affectionate, and Harry’s shoulders relax a little. “Nobody—“ he swallows, “—nobody else I’d trust to get my coffee order right, is there?” A flicker of a smile. Draco’s spirit sings. “Or—“ he says, huge and irrevocable and far too honest, “have my back in a fight. Only. It’s only you, isn’t it?”

Harry’s hand comes up, covers Draco’s where it still rests, trembling and uncertain on his cheek. He pulls it away, and for a split second Draco almost panics, until he realises Harry is lacing their fingers together, grip tight.

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Harry says. “The— us.” His mouth ghosts over Draco’s knuckles, warm and soft and plaintive. “I wanted it so long, Draco.”

“It wasn’t a mistake,” Draco acquiesces.

They stare at each other, long, silent moments, breaths heavy.

“I’ll stay,” Draco nods eventually. “Of course I’ll stay, all you had to do was ask, just, say something Potter. Don’t you know that?”

Harry lights up with a grin so broad Draco wants to taste it, dip his tongue into it, merge his mouth with—

But Harry’s stepping back, towards the dustbin in the corner. Draco has a moment of confusion before Harry straightens out the transfer request still bunched in his grip and rips it to pieces. The parchment flutters, confetti-like, to the floor.

“You’re stuck with me,” Harry says, serious and determined, even though the smile hasn’t quite left his mouth. “Right here.”

“Where else—“ Draco clears his throat when the words come out raspy and tangled, “Harry. Where else would I possibly want to be?”

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt “pieces”. dipping my toes back in here after years and i could not stop thinking about messy auror partners!

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[gryfferin-gaybies]

Coping

"I've got you. I've got you." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shaking body, holding him tight against his own chest. "Shhh. I've got you."

Draco sobbed in his arms, loud and ugly and unrefined. The sound of his sorrow made Harry's heart break. Harry lowered them to the ground until Draco was sitting between his legs, his back against Harry's chest. His hands went to pull at his hair, a negative response to stress. Harry grabbed his wrists to pull them away so he wouldn't harm himself.

"Draco, breathe. Breathe. It's ok," Harry said into Draco's shoulder.

Draco pulled his knees up to his chest. "I can't," he choked out between sobs, shaking his head. "I-I can't."

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his eyes and he willed them away. "Yes, you can, Draco. Come on. Breathe for me. In . . . Out . . . In . . . Out . . ." He exaggerated his breaths so his chest would move with each one, moving Draco with him.

Draco continued to sob and wail and hyperventilate, but Harry kept talking him through breaths until he seemed to start to try to mimick him.

"That's it. There you go," Harry encouraged, praising Draco for his efforts to calm down. "Just like that, Draco. Just keep breathing with me."

---

"Thank you," Draco said minutes after he'd calmed down, his voice cutting through the quiet, the only sound in the air their synchronized breathing.

Harry had let go of Draco's wrists to wrap his arms around his waist. "Always. It's what I'm here for."

Draco turned his head to get a glimpse of the man holding him, grounding him. His gaze was met with Harry's. He turned in the bracket of Harry's outstretched legs so they were chest to chest. He searched Harry's eyes and then kissed him, rough and heated.

"Woah," Harry said, breaking the contact. "What're you-" He broke off unsure of how he wanted to finish that question.

"Please," Draco said, peppering open-mouthed wet kisses to Harry's jaw and neck. "I need this. I need . . . something." He sucked on his skin where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

"I—" Harry started, his words lost in a soft groan when Draco dragged his teeth lightly against the sensitive patch of skin. "I—Draco, this isn't—I don't—Draco." He held his hands up awkwardly, unsure what to do.

Draco took Harry's hands and put them on his waist. "Shh. Stop talking and kiss me."

Harry pulled away, removing his hands from Draco's body again. "Draco, we can't."

"Why not?" Draco moved his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, running his fingers over his abs. "Please," he breathed. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Harry couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the movement. He shook his head, regaining his focus. "Draco, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to be distracted. So please, distract me." He leaned back in to kiss Harry again.

Harry wanted to give Draco exactly what he was looking for. His body was already responding to the touch of the other man—the man he'd been secretly in love with for months. It took more strength than he even knew he had to deny him when it was what they both wanted. "Draco." It came out as more of a moan than it was supposed to. "Draco," he tried again. "This isn't a good idea. Merlin, you make it hard to do the right thing."

"Then don't," Draco whispered seductively. He nipped playfully at Harry's earlobe.

Harry tilted his head to give Draco better access to his throat and felt a teardrop fall on his neck. He moved away again, standing this time to back out of Draco's reach entirely. "Draco, you can't use sex to avoid your feelings."

Draco stood so they were on the same level again. "Why not," he mumbled.

"I'm here for you, Draco. I'm not going anywhere. But I love you too much to let you do something unhealthy that you'll regret. I want you. Fuck, I want you. I have for a long time. But not like this."

Draco closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. He nodded and ran his hands through his hair. "Fine." He stormed off past Harry.

"Draco, wait. Where are you going?" Harry knew the answer. He wasn't sure why he asked when he knew he didn't want to hear it.

"If you won't fuck me until I forget how miserable I am, I'm going to go find someone who will." His expression was closed off. He turned on his heel to continue making his exit.

It hurt Harry to hear him say it. "Draco, please. This won't make you feel better. You know it won't."

"It will in the moment and that's all I want right now." He didn't even look back at Harry when he said it.

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his own eyes as he watched the man he loved, on his way to self destruct, to sleep with someone else. Harry felt like he might be sick at the thought of someone taking advantage of Draco's grief. He felt like he might be sick at the thought of Draco letting them.

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry #drarry fanfic #adult drarry #fanfic #microfic #drarry microfic #drarry angst #sex is a bad coping mechanism #draco self destructive #hpdm fanfic #hpdm

[theoshn]

The Librarian

by Library_Fireplace (me!) on Ao3

“Malfoy,” Potter said, slowly. “When did you read The Dragon Tamer?”

Draco felt himself turning pink, and then red. He hadn’t meant to give himself away quite that much, but he also knew that Potter suspected him of following his reading history. He had been found out for his snooping. “I —“ he stuttered embarrassingly, and wanted to melt away into the floor behind the desk. “A few weeks ago, now.”

“And how many romances had you read before that?” Potter pressed, now smirking again, knowingly this time, leaning forward with his arms crossed on the desk. Draco felt himself break out in a shiver that he hoped wouldn’t turn into a sweat.

“Er… None, I’m afraid,” he found himself admitting, even though he had really meant to lie.

“Draco,” Potter smiled. “Did you read it just because I had read it?”

Draco scoffed audibly, but very unconvincingly. “No!”

“I think you did.”

A while ago I wrote a goopy, sweet romance about Librarian!Draco finding out about romance books. I’m still kind of thinking about it, and this doodle is the result.

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[threadingfate7]

“I think it’s the curse, but I—” Harry finds Draco’s face and moves his thumbs slowly, slowly over his cheekbones. “What would I be?” “Pardon?” “What would I be if I wasn’t a sacrificial lamb? What am I supposed to be if I’m not a hero?” “You could be mine.” Harry’s heart swells to bursting. “I’m yours already. Have been for weeks, I think.” “Mmm.” Draco’s fingertip traces his bottom lip. “If you’re already mine, then you could be anything you want.” “Anything?” “Anything.” Now I Know In Part by dodgerkedavra (chapter 10)

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[dqbbiegallaqher]

i started reading it was all just a game and OH MY GOD

#i dont even ship drarry but wow #also noone spoil anything #iwajag #hp #harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy x harry potter #harry potter x draco malfoy #it was all just a game #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #drarry fanfic

[pepperpaperpopper]

Harry barely sleeps these days. The dark circles under his eyes are getting more prominent and his skin looks dull. Some nights, Ron can hear muffled sobs and in the morning, Harry's eyes are red and puffy. This morning however, there is a tautness to his muscles, and a manic look in his eyes that speaks of adrenaline fuelled over-thinking.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asks in sympathy.

Harry is lying face up on his cot, staring at the ceiling. "I'm going to kill him," he mutters. "I'm going to kill him myself."

Ron decides not to pretend like he doesn't know who it is that Harry wants to personally kill. "Let it go mate. He's small fry in the war."

"He betrayed me. I can't forgive that."

"Maybe he was threatened, or some other reason."

Harry sits up with a jerk. "What possible reason?" he spits "there is no reason. He fucking played me. I want to wrap my hands around his Death Eater neck and just... Sometimes it's all I think about." He presses his fists to his eyes.

Ron sighs. There is no getting through to Harry, not when he's like this. "I'll put the kettle on," he says.

Harry might never get over the betrayal of his lover, but his grief will change. In the early days it had made him depressed, crying and smoking and staring into space, now it's an all-consuming anger. With time Ron will watch it simmer down and solidify into steely eyed determination. Always changing, never gone.

********

It's a cold foggy evening when he gets the long awaited signal from the source. It had been three weeks since last contact, the longest yet, and he had begun to feel fretful.

He disapparates to their new meeting spot, a mossy patch of ground next to a boulder deep within the forest. He is already there, dark Death Eater robes billowing in the wind. Ron stops ten feet away and they exchange a series of code words before the source gives him a nod. "Weasley," he acknowledges.

Ron walks closer and nods back but doesn't say his name. It's too dangerous.

It's a short, efficient exchange. He is handed over the security blueprints to a Death Eater stronghold as well as detailed counter-curses to some nasty new curses that the dark side has recently come up with.

"I was worried," he says, before the man leaves.

"I'm fine," he replies with a smirk, though he doesn't look fine. He looks like Harry often does.

"Harry's not fine."

Malfoy closes his eyes, as if in pain.

"Do you ever regret it? For Harry's sake?" Ron asks.

Malfoy scoffs, "What choice was there?"

"You know, regardless of whether you die or make it out alive, when the truth comes out after the war, Harry will still see this as a betrayal, just a different kind. He will see it as you taking away his choice from him, and that's been done to him one too many times." He hesitates before saying what's been really bothering him, "when the truth comes out, he'll hate me too."

Malfoy smiles sadly at him. "What choice was there?" he softly says, more to himself than to Ron. Then he turns away and disapparates.

#drarry #drarry fic #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #angst #spy Draco #wartime fic #harry potter #draco malfoy #ron weasley

[phantomgrimalkin]

"

Blacks are excellent Quidditch players. My Aunt Dromeda, mother, and cousin Regulus monopolized the Slytherin Seeker position for over a decade,” Draco replied with a smug smile. The mention of Regulus caused Harry to falter for a moment, but Slughorn had showed Harry the photo of Regulus as Seeker - Draco probably just knew about it through his family.

“If Quidditch greatness is in your blood - why did your dad have to buy your way onto the team?” Harry asked.

“He did not!” Draco squawked, “He bought me a broom to try out with and when I made the team - he bought the rest!”

“Ehhhh,” Harry shrugged, “I mean you never won a match against me, did Slytherin have such little talent that you were the best they could do?”

“I held my own against you last summer and you know it,” Draco growled. It was true, but Harry was enjoying riling him up so simply shrugged again. Draco narrowed his eyes, “Get on your broom, Potter.”

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[marscellaneous]

soooo... i made a little cover for @leahrocky / @dracoandthehounds 's v good fic Draco Malfoy and the fall of Icarus v good heres a link

(4th book in the series of dm and the hounds of love)

#drarry #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #very good pls trust

[hephaestiions]

For what it’s worth, Draco tries not to be in love with him.

Once the war ends, the world is dim and hazy and wild. For two months, it rains incessantly in Wiltshire. Draco watches his mother’s rose garden flag and flutter, run amok with weeds and ivy from his bedroom window. He spends May and June not doing much of anything but staring— out the window, at his ceiling, at his parents when they try to coax him to dinner. House arrest is not a death sentence, but Draco is empty and vacant and a little dead anyway.

He thinks of Harry sometimes. Harry, limned in fire on a broom, reaching for him, Harry, dead, not dead, clambering to his feet, wand raised, calling the Dark Lord Tom, Harry, who had met his eyes over the Aurors’ shoulders as they handcuffed him to accompany him to the Manor until the Wizengamot had the time to figure out what to do with the Malfoys. Harry, and the world winces into sharper focus, bleak and dull and unbearable. Draco tries, for all he’s worth, not that it’s much, to stop thinking of Harry when that happens.

There’s the trial. Harry Potter is in a suit, his hair damp and brushed and unfamiliar. He speaks for Draco and his mother. Draco recognises the image of Narcissa emerging in Harry’s testimony— haughty and determined and fearful and loving, a mass of contradictions worthy of exoneration after the payment of some hefty fines. His own image he recognises in snapshots and flashes— scared, yes, Merlin, yes, indoctrinated from a young age, that too, in the grip of something bigger than himself, yes, he’s never felt so small. There are other things Harry says, new, like an ill-fitted outfit hanging off him— brave when it mattered, really? and never killed anyone, technically true but the intent was there all through sixth year, doesn’t he deserve to be punished for that? and helped in bringing down the fall of Tom Riddle at great personal risk, a tall order at best, an embellished lie at worst.

Harry believes in a man Draco isn’t sure he ever was. The Wizengamot seems to believe him, and he’s exonerated too, with a magic-monitoring charm on his wand for eighteen months.

No one testifies for Lucius. He goes to Azkaban. Draco watches, dispassionate, as the Aurors handcuff his father again. Lucius watches him back, equally dispassionate. “Take care of your mother,” he says before he’s pulled away, and Draco manages a short, tight nod. That’s that.

Love, or the situation about Harry Potter as Draco takes to calling it, begins two more months after the trials.

“Malfoy,” says Harry, the picture of wide-eyed surprise. They’re in a bar on Knockturn. Pansy, Blaise and Theo finally dragged him here, Draco you need to leave that stuffy old Manor for your own good.

“Harry Potter,” Draco says, because he can’t bring himself to call him Potter anymore, and Harry sounds awkward outside his head.

“It’s good to see you,” says Harry, a sudden grin stretching across his face. Draco has to blink the light of it out of his eyes. “You’re looking better.”

It starts then, in the bar. The stirrings of life in a dead man. It’s annoying and brutal and the kind of thing that keeps Draco waking up and getting himself out of bed every morning and the nightmares occasionally at bay.

They run into each other at the bar, over and over, and each time, Harry begins conversation. Each time, it lasts a few minutes longer, until they’re spending half an hour or more chatting over drinks at the counter. Or, rather— Harry chats, Draco listens and tries not to let his heart spring out of his chest. Each time, Pansy looks considering, Blaise rolls his eyes and Theo peers studiously into his drink when he comes back. Draco wonders if Harry’s friends have their own set of patented reactions and if they’re half as lenient as his friends’.

Draco starts sleeping with Theo about it, eventually. Which is to say Draco starts sleeping with Theo hoping the sex will take his mind off dark hair and green eyes and that rapid, quicksilver smile. It doesn’t help that Theo has dark hair and blue eyes, and smiles at Draco like the sun. It makes him ache with want and loss, and the sex is great, but Draco has to end it within a few weeks.

“It’s Potter, isn’t it,” Theo says when Draco tells him.

There’s no point denying it, so Draco doesn’t. “It’s not you,” he says, and Theo’s lightly amused baleful glare is enough for their friendship to remain stable, if a little stilted.

Blaise takes him shopping and Pansy brings him alcohol and when Greg starts stepping out of his house again, he tells Draco awkwardly, “Well, Potter’s missing out, isn’t he?” Millicent, who starts coming to pub nights gives Draco a once-over and tells him he needs to get a job. Daphne tries to set him up with her sister, and takes it astonishingly terribly when Draco tells her he’s sure Astoria’s lovely, but has an entirely wrong set of bits.

“You should be more open minded,” she tells him, sniffing. “Astoria‘s open minded!”

Draco can only think to blink at her.

Harry’s in the papers almost every day. Sometimes because he gives speeches, but mostly because The Prophet’s society section can’t think to write anything better than “Harry Potter spotted in Diagon’s Sunday Market, with turnips! Turn to page 6 for seven delicious recipes that make fresh and inventive use of the Chosen One’s Chosen Veg!”

It’s all well and good except for the part where the accompanying photos of Harry, scowling or blank or frustrated or very occasionally, smiling at children, sends Draco’s body into overdrive. He finds himself tracing the line of Harry’s mouth, the tops of his cheekbones, his hairline. He thinks his mother notices, but she doesn’t say anything.

“Would you like to get a drink sometime?” Harry asks.

They’re not at the bar. They’re in a cafe and Draco is reading a horrible romance novel at the window.

“We get drinks all the time,” Draco says. He wants to step on his own toes.

“Yeah,” Harry says, laughing. He runs his fingers through his hair. “Yeah, course, just— I was wondering if you maybe wanted to. You know. Just us.”

“Just us?”

“Forget it,” Harry says, and sighs. He turns away and turns back. “It was good seeing you, Malfoy.” He turns away again.

“Harry,” Draco says. The look on Harry’s face when he turns back again is wide-eyed surprise again, like that first time in the bar. “I— a drink sounds lovely.”

Harry looks uncertainly pleased.

“Just not on Knockturn,” Draco says.

“We could go to Hogsmeade,” Harry says. He’s— the ridiculous man— bouncing on the balls of his feet, fidgety and buoyant and beautiful. “Or London. The Muggle bit. Or Diagon, really, but the reporters—” He grimaces.

I’ll go anywhere with you, Draco wants to say. “Anywhere,” he says instead, hacked short and inadequate.

But Harry smiles at him like he’s the sun. The persistent ache throbbing through Draco abates for a moment.

So this is peace, Draco thinks. Meets Harry’s smile with his own, wonders how Harry thinks it looks. There you are.

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “cranes in the sky”. this is a little all over the place and i’m not particularly happy with it, but here’s a decidedly-not-microfic about failing at not being in love with harry james potter. oh draco, you’re exactly like me.

#drarry #drarry fic rec #drarry fic #drarry recs #draco x harry #hpdm fanfic #hpdm #draco malfoy #harry james potter #drarry microfic #geets microfics

[itsnotaphasemomitsanobsession]

Need something to read?

✨ Here's some fics I've loved recently! Be very mindful of the tags for these few fics and show these lovely authors some much deserved love! ✨

Drape me in your warmth (M): TW: References to suicide, torture, nightmares and canon typical violence. This is a very sweet, soft fic about two boys becoming friends at a time where they both really need a friend. It's very sweet, it's a tad bit dark but a fast read and full of fluff!

Nobody except for you (T): sweet 8th year fic with nightmare induced bonding and growing to care for one another in the sweetest way possible. It's a newer fic and it's so good I was giggling and sighing out loud while reading!!

Little deaths and how to avoid them (or Draco Malfoy's guide to stop dying and start living instead) (T): TW: references to suicidal tendencies, internalized homophobia, depression, anxiety and coming to terms with asexuality in a unhealthy way (it eventually gets better) I really enjoyed this story start to end, the characterization was very different from the usual interpretation and I truly enjoyed that! I loved the asexual representation (as being in that sort of spectrum myself it was lovely to see the rep in a positive light)! The boys were sweet and caring and the love they shared was the icing on this beautiful cake! Come for the romance but you'll end up staying for the lovely art within.

Somebody to love (T): TW: acceptance of death, dying, and the complications that come with actively hiding the fact that you're dying. This fic. Right here. Was GOLD. Perfect amount of angst, draco dying from a curse, families growing closer and realizing that love can save you from the darkest parts of yourself.

Warmest part of the winter (T): a BEFORE eighth year fic where the boys live at Hogwarts. It's very cute and fluffy and just about two boys getting to know each other! I enjoyed it very much and I hope you all will too!!!

Spins madly on (T): TW: Depression, suicidal ideation, panic attacks, and talk of death, torture and murder. This fic made me late to work. I was to caught up in a chapter that I actively lost track of time and forgot work existed. This fic is so good and features the duo back for 8th year and watches as draco comes to terms with all that he's done. It's really good and I enjoyed it a whole bunch!

Ultraviolet Disguise (G): A super cute fic of the boys during their eighth year! Draco and Harry attempt a truce while trying to fix the room of requirement, sweet and tender fluff ensues! It's very cute and an easy read for those who want something soft and sweet!

✨ Remember to drop a comment and leave a kudos for the authors if you enjoyed their fic!!! ✨

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[val-creative]

HARMONIA NECTERE PASSUS

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Rating: T

Summary: Draco leaves the Room of Requirement after an evening of repairing the Vanishing Cabinet. He's followed by someone else.

#harry potter #drarry #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #dmhp #draco malfoy #draco x harry #harry x draco #hp fanfic #hp fandom #harry potter fanfiction

[dbutsu]

a torment of the blue variety

Author: chewwie / @_chewwi on twit

Pairing: Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy ⚡🍏

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Draco is wearing a skirt, apparently. It's not like Harry wants to see it; he's just curious.

Notes: basically harry has a busy imagination. since this is my first fic ever im going 2 post this again and continue to reach an audience. so far, the comments have been very kind!! tankies 4 the support!

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[dqbbiegallaqher]

im on chapter 21 of the 83 chapter fic im reading WTF WHY ARE THEY BREAKING UP AGAIN 😭

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[pepperpaperpopper]

Married to a Brute Chapter 2 now up!

"So, did you read Night Terrors? Howlingoblin’s latest Golazar that I owled you?"

"Uhhh....yeah."

"Did the snake part absolutely blow your mind?"

"Yeah…yeah the snake. That snake killed so many people."

"Killed so many people?? What are you talking about? The only snake part in the whole story is when Sal has tied up Godric spread-eagled on his bed and then he commands the snake in parseltongue to....you know.."

Gregory looked a bit green in the face.

"How did you miss that part? That story is famous for that part."

"Actually Draco, I've been reading Golga fics lately. I really like those."

Draco was gobsmacked. "Golga? Surely you don't mean Godric and Helga Hufflepuff!"

His instinct was to savagely make fun of that pairing because who even read Golga fics?? There was no contention, no dilemma, nothing to make the plot interesting. Godric and Helga probably just held hands and skipped around a field of daisies with a litter of crups on their heels. He managed to temper himself though. Gregory's friendship was important to him and he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He didn't want to be like Pansy, coldly dismissing what your friends said.

"Oh!" he remarked, "But...isn't that...you know..boring?"

Gregory's face had lit up. "No. They're really sweet, and romantic. Plus, Golazar fics are so dark. I feel really uncomfortable reading those.”

“What do you mean?”

Greg looked a bit scared, so Draco tempered his expression. “What do you mean?” he repeated in a sweeter voice.

“It’s just..the last three stories you sent me had Salazar holding Godric prisoner in a dungeon and manipulating him into having sex.”

“That’s just one type of stories. I thought you liked those. There’s all sorts of Golazar fics. There’s one in which Sal sacrifices his life to save Godric and Godric only realizes after he’s dead. It’s a real tearjerker. I’ll owl you that one.”

Gregory was avoiding eye contact and looking guilty. “I’ve tried others but they all have a dark vibe. It makes me feel weird.”

He was beginning to feel offended. “Well it’s just fiction. You don’t have to be so judgmental about it.”

“No Draco No! I’m not being judgmental. I’ve always thought you had great taste. It’s just not for me personally. Honestly, I can see the appeal of the ship though. It’s so intense. It’s like you and Potter.”

Draco felt himself go red in the face. He gave an embarrassed laugh. “No it’s not. Godric and Sal are friends to enemies to lovers. Potter and I were never friends. And now we’re…we’re just enemies.”

“Golazar isn’t real though, but you’re going to marry Potter,” replied Gregory, sincerely, without any hint of irony.

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