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So Predictable

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt, Time Loop.

Draco touches Harry’s cheek. His hair. His smile is wistful in a way Harry’s not sure he’s meant to see.

Harry goes soft; when Draco leans close, his heart skips, then gallops.

“Draco,” he whispers. “What are you…?”

“You say that every time,” Draco murmurs. “And then you kiss me.”

#harry potter fandom #drarry #time loop #microfic #Sheawritesfic

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Might Seduce Your Dad Type

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt “Bad Guy” Exactly 50 words for once!

“Stop flirting with Sirius, you slag!” Harry snarled, shoving Draco into his room. “Merlin, you drive me mad.”

Draco smirked as Harry threw him against the wall, bit into the hot dip of his shoulder.

“Just the way I like you,” Draco hissed, clutching Harry’s hair possessively and arching up.

#drarry microfic #drarry #harry potter fandom #sheawritesfic

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Tinder (Drarry, G)

Relationships: Drarry Word Count: ~650 Eighth year, post-war, a little dark with a happy ending. For the prompt: Drarry, snarky banter resulting in a kiss to shut them up Thank you so much @phdmama, that was just what I needed.  For anyone else, I'm open (ie, begging) for drabble prompts this weekend, I'm in need of distraction. :)

Harry comes back wrong.

It’s normal to feel this way, his Mindhealer tells him. It’s normal to be on edge. To be furious and terrified and endlessly waiting for the next disaster.

Every single person he sees—in the Great Hall or the eighth year Common Room—drives him mad. They watch him too closely or completely ignore him or treat him like he’s a god or like he’ll explode.  And most nights, he does explode, in the end.  That, or heads to bed early and puts up Silencing Charms to pretend he’s alone.

And so much of the time, he feels alone. Horribly, horribly alone. And he knows it’s his own fault, but he can’t see a way through.

Malfoy, of all people, is the one who finds him.

He's different, now, and he’s none of the things that annoy Harry most.  He’s not tentative and he’s not afraid. He doesn’t pretend Harry’s an epic hero.

After one more outburst in the Common Room, Harry runs into him on the way to the dorms. 

“I see you’re at it again, Potter,” he says dryly. “Well done. Anyone crying, this time? Thanks Merlin they didn’t divide us by house again, you’d give those first years their own personal war trauma. Honestly.”

Harry goes stiff.  “I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for any of it.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t think they especially asked for it, either. Salazar on a stick, Potter, I don’t know what you’re spoiling for, but you’re going to get the hefty butt of a broom to the back of the head if you keep it up.”

Harry steps forward, dumbfounded and strangely thrilled. “Is that a threat? Are you actually threatening me?”

Malfoy laughs. “Threatening you? With a broomstick?” He leans in, close enough that Harry feels his breath on his face. “If I was threatening you, you’d know it,” he hisses.

Harry grabs the front of his perfectly pressed shirt and pushes, and follows until Malfoy is pinned to the wall and Harry’s close enough to see every fleck of blue in his eyes. “So what are you gonna do, then? How are you going to stop me, if you’re so worried?” How are you going to stop me if I can't stop myself?

Malfoy shakes his head slightly, his mouth twisted in a grimace. “I’m going to do what I always do." He shoves Harry back. "I’m going to show you who you are.”

Something sparks inside Harry when Malfoy shoves him again.

Malfoy nods. “There you are.” Shove. “Go on. Hit me. I know you want to. Come on, do it. You know I deserve it.”

Harry has no idea what Malfoy deserves. He hits him anyway, right in the mouth, and Malfoy stumbles back. He bounces up with fire in his eye, and, Merlin, Harry feels alive again.

Malfoy spits blood. “That’s it, then? Bloodletting? Let’s do this.” He charges for Harry, aiming low, and Harry crouches to meet him, spins him again and shoves him against the opposite wall.

Breathing hard against Malfoy’s mouth, Harry’s the most vital he’s been since he came back from King’s Cross.  He raises one hand and presses a thumb to Malfoy’s swelling lip.

Malfoy makes a soft, high sound, like some tiny animal lost in a hedge, and something happens. Something huge in Harry breaks open, and he thinks he might cry. He might cry and he might never stop.

And then, somehow, Malfoy’s lips are on his, insistent and more real to him than Harry’s own body. 

He kisses back like he's drowning. He opens his mouth and sucks the blood from Malfoy’s lip, and the moan that follows.  He pushes forward and slides his hands up Malfoy’s back, and he holds on for dear life; Malfoy does the same, as if he was lost, too, and is just now finding his way.

“Merlin above,” Harry murmurs, “what was that?”

“No idea,” Malfoy says wetly against his mouth. “Harry. Again.”

What can Harry do when Malfoy uses his name like that? “Yes,” he says, and he kisses Malfoy—Draco—again, and then again. He loses himself, and finds himself, and loses himself again.

It doesn’t matter, Harry realises as Draco kisses hungrily along his jaw. Draco will find him. Draco knows who he is.

#harry potter fandom #drarry #sheawritesfic

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Word Count: 2800 Pairing: Sterek Rating: E Warnings: full-shift wolf sex, possessiveness, D/s vibes A/N: Part of the posting project I'm doing this week, and this is a gem, if I do say so myself! Summary: Stiles has questions for Derek on the eve of the full moon. Excerpt:

“I’m taking zoology this semester, did I tell you? So I just…there’s some wolf stuff in there, behavior and—“

Derek doesn’t know what’s going to come out of his mouth, but he knows he’s not going to like it. He fixes him with his best ‘fuck off’ stare. “Stiles. Today?”

Stiles laughs nervously. “Right, ha, yeah. It’s just, it’s not like this is news, I figure. I mean, it’s been since high school and sometimes…. look, you, you can smell it, can’t you? Wolves can...” Stiles trails off and his scent takes a left turn into distress.

Fuck, the timing. Derek’s been trying to ignore the reek of him for the past three hours. For the past three years, and it’s not getting any easier.

Derek snarls. Yeah, of course he fucking knows.

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#sterek #teen wolf #sheawritesfic #citrus #so much citrus

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On the day the divorce is final, Draco walks to his flat in Muggle London under four different repelling and blending spells.

“Draco!”

Of course Harry sees him.  Harry always sees him.

He slows on his ridiculous motorbike, something terrifyingly Muggle, spouting smoke from its arse like a backward dragon.

-

“C’mon, I’ll give you a ride home,” Harry says, and it’s the worst idea of the day, even taking into account the loss of the seaside house in Greece.

Draco’s fought too much today to fight himself, too.

“Alright.”  Defeated, he clambers up and slips his arms ‘round Harry’s waist. 

-

He fits there, at Harry’s back, like they’re a nested set.  Harry’s hand touches his where they join at his waist and squeezes.

Just like that, he’s ruined. 

Harry revs the engine and the bike comes to life under them, and Draco wishes fervently that they could just keep driving.

#drarrymicrofic #drarry #fanfic #sheawritesfic #just keep driving #harry potter fandom

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Proof (Drarry, G)

Not quite a microfic for @drarrymicrofic prompt, ‘Proof’:

“Harry,” someone calls out from the madness of uni students rushing to class.

Harry locates the upperclassman, resplendent in Gryffindor colors, when he yells Harry’s name again.  He’s not someone Harry knows, but he looks impossibly smug and a little cruel, and Harry stiffens as he takes in the scene.

Just behind the ostentatious figure, Draco Malfoy is clutching a book to his chest and his eyes are just a bit too wide. 

Harry’s come to sympathize with Draco a bit since the war. He’s heard some awful things about the time at the Manor, and Draco’s helped quite a bit with repairs and things.  He even went and learned some healing spells to use in the infirmary—for those that would allow it. 

He takes a lot of vitriol lately, like it’s his due, and Harry’s not sure it is. 

“Harry! Leo Slowcrum, at your service!”  The stranger, Leo, claps Harry on the shoulder.  “This one says you went on a date.”  Leo sneers, and Draco’s eyes go very slightly wider behind him. “I think he’s a spineless git, trying to get out of what he’s owed.  What do you say, Harry?”

“A date,” Harry says incredulously before he can think. Draco goes tight and pale—paler.  Bollocks. Trust Harry’s mouth to go and make things worse.  “I’m not sure I’d call it a date.”  He makes his choice and moves in, reaching out. “I’d call it several.”  Draco clutches his hand and relaxes minutely. With one small tug, he pulls Draco to his side and sells it with his voice lowered, affectionate.  “I didn’t realize we were…y’know. Telling people.” 

Harry turns back to fix Leo with a hard look on their way by. “I think he’s gotten everything he’s owed, thanks.”

Leo jerks his head in an approximation of agreement, stunned.  Good. 

“Right, then,” Harry says, turning back to Draco and interlocking their fingers.  When they’re out of earshot, he turns.  “Are you okay?”

“Of course—“ Draco begins hotly. He takes a deep breath. “I shouldn’t have brought you into it. I suppose I am owed a beating or two.  Thank you, nonetheless.”  He releases Harry’s hand and curls his fingers in like he’s holding something.

Harry takes a breath. “You’ve been tried, you’re serving your probation.  You’re certainly not owed more than that.  Look, use me for an excuse all you need.” His hand tingles where Draco’s palm had been. “Maybe...maybe we should go for a drink or something.  To sell it. You know?”

Draco gives him an intense, weighing look. “Pott—Harry.”  He swallows. “I suppose if you’d lower yourself to it for my well being, it would be rude to decline. How’s tonight for you?”

Harry bites down a protest. Lower himself. “Good. Seven?”  

Draco nods. 

They stare at each other for a long moment and then Harry leans in to kiss the corner of Draco’s mouth. 

Draco reaches up, looking shocked but not displeased. 

“Proof,” Harry says, unsure, himself, why he did it. “In case anyone else gets any ideas.”

Draco nods. “Of course.”  And then he stares in a way that makes Harry never want to leave his side. “Proof.”

#sheawritesfic #drarry #drarrymicrofic #harry potter #hp fanfic #jk can bite me

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Crush (Drarry, G)

“Oh, shit.” Harry groans and grips Hermione's arm. “What is he doing, for Merlin’s sake?  He’s wearing Muggle clothes. He’ll be the death of me.”

“Harry,” she cautions. “Stay strong.  He’s a prat. We don’t like him. We do not like him.”

Oh, if only it were true.

Draco crouches down to kiss Scorpius goodbye and watches him go with a smile, his hand raised. 

“Fuck. It’s worse, it’s so much worse,” Harry groans.

“It’s the kid isn’t it?”

“He’s so…paternal. It murders me. I can’t. Mi, I can’t. I’m sorry.”

She pats him on the arm. “I know, I know.  You tried, Harry.”

Draco catches sight of them and his eyes nearly disappear when he grins.

“Prat,” Harry whispers, and then he’s weaving through the stragglers and throwing his arms around Draco enthusiastically. 

Draco keeps hold of his waist as he walks back to greet Hermione. “Granger,” he says amicably, his tight-fitting jeans causing collisions behind them. 

She smiles despite her best efforts. “It’s good to see you.”  And she steps into a hug of her own. 

#microfic #drarry #harry potter fandom #drarry microfic #sheawritesfic

[shealynn88]

Pairing: Draco/Harry, background Harry/Sirius Word Count: 1200 Rating: T Summary: For the Kinktober 2023 prompt, "Collars." Harry wears Sirius's collar, which allows Harry to make his desires known without saying a word. It's supposed to make eighth year easier, but when has anything with Draco been easy? Excerpt:

“Potter,” Draco says, his eyes wild and…terrified. “The lock is open. Do you know what that means?”

“I…” He does. Of course he does. The collar marks Sirius’s claim on him—their claim on each other. But the claim, and their relationship, is open.

The magic only shows that to very specific people. Chosen people. The ones Harry is interested in exploring with.

“Oh,” Harry says finally.

“Yes. Bloody fuck, Potter. Oh.” He mocks without venom. “So you see, you need to get it off. Who knows who’s seeing it like that, an open invitation to just…and it can’t possibly mean…” He tightens his fists in his hair again.

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#drarry #harry potter fandom #kinktober 2023 #sheawritesfic

[shealynn88]

Title: The Old is New Again Fandom: Harry Potter Pairing: Harry/Draco Word Count: 1400 Summary: Harry is back after 4 years away, and is captivated by someone who seems quite familiar. Tags: trans female Draco, pub night Thanks to @sweet-s0rr0w and Lynn for beta and britpicking help, and general wonderfulness.

“Calla, is it?” Harry asks by way of introducing himself. “I’m Harry—”

“Oh, quite,” she drawls, dripping sarcasm as she turns to face him. “The man of the hour. How lucky we all are that you finally showed your face, Potter.”

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#drarry #harry potter fandom #trans draco #sheawritesfic #meet again cute

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Word Count: 1k Characters: Harry & Draco Warnings: descriptions of previous self harm, some body horror (scarring), dark damaged Draco, PTSD all around A/N: As part of my WIP folder clear-out project, please have a short, dark take on Draco after Azkaban, and Harry, who doesn't know what to make of him.

Draco is certainly changed. He went into Azkaban a scared and furious teenager and came out…this. A sharpness picked clean of all arrogance.

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#draco & harry #harry potter fandom #draco malfoy #harry potter #dark draco malfoy #body horror elements #sheawritesfic

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Fandom: Harry Potter Word Count: 7000 Rating: E Pairing: Bill Weasley/Hermione Granger, some Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger Warnings: Infidelity, Incest by proxy Summary: For Kinktober prompt, "Body Worship" Huge thanks to @citrusses for a fantastic beta After Hermione and Ron's first time, Hermione has doubts about her ability to enjoy sex. Bill comforts her, and then helps her find pleasure. It's not the last surprise of the night.

Excerpt:

She shifted to look at Bill and he loosened his grip, dropped the hand that had felt so caring and protective against her neck, her cheek. “Honestly, Bill. I’m…I’ll be fine. It was…I don’t know…” She swallowed, knowing she shouldn’t say anything more. It was private, what she and Ron had shared. Even if it hadn’t worked out the way she’d wanted. “It was stupid to think it would be…special. You know. The first time.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” The soft sympathy in his voice nearly undid her all over again. “Tonight was your first? He made a mess of it, then.”

Her breath hitched with the threat of a sob, but she refused, refused to start crying again. “It’s not his fault,” she said. “I haven’t been right for a while, and I think…maybe this is how I am, now.” And dammit, now she was crying. Her voice went shrill, catching as she tried to explain. “I just felt so, so anxious and cold and disconnected and I tried, I really tried, but…oh, god, what if it’s never good? What if I can never feel…? What if he…” and she couldn’t continue.

Bill rocked her. “Oh, no, no, you’re all right, you’ll be all right, now. It’s hard, that first time. My little brother is an idiot. I love him, but he’s an idiot. Doesn’t know his arse from his elbow. It’ll get better, I know it will. It’s normal to have a hard time in the beginning. He doesn’t know how to touch you, yet. You’ll probably have to teach him. He loves you, Hermione. I know he does. If he’s the right one, you’ll work it out.”

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#Hermione x Bill #harry potter fandom #kinktober 2023 #sheawritesfic

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Word Count: ~650 Rating: T Pairing: Will Graham/Hannibal Lecter Warnings: bloodletting, blood tasting, sexy antagonism, threats of violence as foreplay, more or less A/N: Another post from the WIPs folder. Spoilers for the end of S2. Excerpt:

Hannibal’s voice is low and intimate when he asks, “Will you eat at my table?”

Will shakes his head. “Stop. I’m not like you.”

Hannibal smiles, sets one hand on Will’s wrist. “Aren’t you? I’d eat you, Will. I’d eat the heart from your chest if there was no other way to have it.”

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#hannibal #hannibal/will #hannigram #sheawritesfic #blood

[shealynn88]

Title: The Mating Habits of Snidgets Rating: Teen Word count: 3500  Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Summary:  Harry is the kid that has nothing. Draco is the prat that has everything. When they face off across the Pitch, everything else falls away. Warnings and tags: Quidditch, School Rivalry AU, Professional Quidditch, Nail Polish, Lucius Malfoy's A+ Parenting, side of Hagrid being excited about creatures, Enemies to Lovers A/N: thanks to @makeitp1nk and @wolfpants for helping make it the best it could be!  And thanks to @thebooktopus​ for being a fantastic prompter, human, writer, etc--I hope you enjoy!

Excerpt:  Harry can’t improve on his equipment, so he does other things—he studies the way the Snitch moves and finds that it has flight pattern tendencies. He drills rolls and obstacle courses, plunging from a height. The Deadman’s Leap, Bonetti’s Fake. And he gets better. Draco still beats him to the Snitch half the time, but there are six other Seekers—first line and backups, from each of the Hogwarts houses, and none of them come close. It’s always Draco. Harry can’t seem to get away from him. Read it on Ao3

#harry potter fandom #drarry #wheel of drarry #sheawritesfic

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No Hope in You for Me

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: The Space Between.  A breakup fic in 600 words. They’re in the alley next to the Leaky Cauldron, Draco’s back against the brick, Harry’s mouth hot on his neck.  It’s been six months, and Draco’s tried, Merlin, he’s tried to stop.  But Harry is as inevitable as a storm, as the lightning scar carved in his skin.  Draco grips Harry’s arms and opens his mouth and Harry possesses him like an Imperius, until Draco can barely remember his name.  

It’s always like this, always in an alley, in a hallway.  Their lips never meet in the light, never where someone could witness the Saviour’s shame.  

“Harry, please,” Draco pleads.  “This has to stop.”

“Just let me—” Harry says, his voice harsh as his fingers slip between the buttons of Draco’s shirt, untuck it from his trousers.  “Draco, let me touch you,” like he’s starving, like he can’t give it up any more than Draco can.

“Harry!  Stop, I can’t, I can’t…I can’t do this—” he stalls as Harry’s mouth sucks over his collarbone, Merlin, it goes straight down his spine, drives his hips forward like Harry’s casting a spell.  Draco will never find anyone else who can touch him like this.  “I can’t,” he sobs, shoving Harry away.  “Stop.  Stop this.  You don’t, you don’t even like me!”

“I do,” Harry says, his eyes black in the dark of the alley, his mouth swollen and hungry.  “Merlin, Draco, I like every inch of you.”  And he dives back in.

“Harry!”  Draco shoves him again.  “You don’t trust me, then.  I can’t do this if you don’t trust me.”

This stops Harry, finally.  He swallows, hard enough that Draco hears it.  “I want to,” he says quietly.  “It’s just…it’s not just you, it’s everything, it’s—”

Draco holds up a hand.  “It’s not your fault.  You’d be a fool to…to take me in after everything I’ve done.  It’s just…well, I can’t be different if you…”  

He trails off as Harry moves closer, shaking his head and looking like he might cry.  He reaches for Draco’s hand and reels him in, kisses him softly and whispers soft denials against Draco’s mouth. 

“Harry,” Draco whispers, pushing weakly—Salazar, he’s so weak.  “Please.  If the people I love can’t trust me, what...what hope is there?  I need to stop this.  Please, let me do the right thing.  Just once, let me do this.”

Harry breathes heavily, wetly, into the cup of his collarbone.  “You really mean it, don’t you?”

Harry’s always known how to cut him.  This is no different.  Harry tears him apart when he steps away.  

Draco nods, his hands in fists so he doesn’t reach out.  “I do.  I’m sorry.”

“Give me time, please, just give me time,” Harry says softly, as if Draco is breaking his heart.

“I’m sorry,” Draco repeats, and he doesn’t think anyone will ever really know how sorry he is.  How much it hurts.  How much it costs for him to say it.  “It’s over, Harry.”  There’s something wet on his face.  The rain starts slowly and builds, a gentle tattoo of sound on the pavement.  An appropriate accompaniment to his heartbreak.

“I wish it could be different.”  Harry whispers.  “I wish we could be…”  His mouth twists in pain and it takes every ounce of willpower Draco has not to pull him in.  Not to tell him it doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter how Harry feels because Draco loves enough for both of them.

It’s not true.  It’s never been true.

“So do I,” Draco says quietly.

He’s never been as strong, as brave, as he is in the moments after, when he walks away and doesn’t look back.

The rain soaks him in all the tears he cannot cry.

#drarry #harry potter fandom #sheawritesfic #drarrymicrofic #breakup #sadness #i blame dave matthews

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Title: Show Me What You Got Fandom: Supernatural Word Count: 870 Pairing: Wincest, Sam/OMC, Sam/Jessica Rating: M A/N: Another WIP wrap-up, it's been sitting around for ages! Summary: pre-series, Sam sends Dean an explicit video of himself by mistake. It escalates from there. Read it on Ao3

#wincest #supernatural #sheawritesfic

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Fandom: Teen Wolf Rating: M Word Count: 2000 Pairing: Derek Hale/Chris Argent Tags: light BDSM, sweet Derek Hale, angry & messed up Chris Argent, kissing, no sex, hopeful ending A/N: Another WIP wrap-up fic. This project has been so awesome. There's still more to come, it's like a bottomless hole out there! Summary: Chris gets drunk, Derek gets him home and then stays. Excerpt:

Derek’s eyes run over his face, flickering from one eye to the other, down to his mouth, trailing up the lines of his scowl. Derek doesn’t look angry. A rarity, and somehow even more infuriating.

“I’m not your fucking charity case,” Chris says, and he grips Derek’s jaw in one hand, pressing in too hard against Derek’s teeth. Half hoping Derek will fight back, just to give him something to do, something to fight, something that isn’t this empty house. Something that can actually be beaten.

Something that isn’t his own heart.

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#teen wolf #chris argent/derek hale #Dargent #sheawritesfic