Something like fury flashed in Draco’s eyes, and then it was gone. “You didn’t come on Sunday,” he said. “That was rude.”

“I told you I wouldn’t.”

“That was rude, too.”

“Maybe I’m a rude kind of fellow.”

“Maybe I like that.”

“Come home with me,” Harry blurted, and held his breath.

Draco gave him a lingering smile, leant in and whispered, “Don’t mind if I do.”
—  Not Ours to Command by furiosity
Take a Chance

read it on the AO3 at

by dipped_in_ink

When his boyfriend Terry dumps him in a muggle club, Harry’s ready to give up dating altogether until he overhears Terry making a bet with Draco Malfoy to get Harry into bed in under a month. Now the sparks are about to fly? DM/HP,RW/BZ,HG/Theo. R&R PLZ!

Words: 39382, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

read it on the AO3 at

Blaise sighed and rolled his eyes. “Shush. We got to talking and we’ve both decided that you need to get yourself a boyfriend. I mean, there has to be one boy at Hogwarts willing to put up with your insufferable attitude.”

“Yes, but will he be able to meet my exacting standards?”

“Draco, you can’t meet your exacting standards.”

“That is entirely besides the point.”

—  Draco Malfoy and His Unknown Fate, by Jitterbug. I honestly can’t remember if this was that good overall, but damn, it was a lot of fun and this still makes me laugh. Perfect fandom!Draco.

“Are you going to miss dinner again?” he said tentatively.

He’d noticed that I’d been skipping dinner? I was surprised and oddly pleased.

“Probably,” I said.


“I don’t feel like it.”

“You don’t feel like eating, or are you just trying to avoid the great hall?”

“A bit of both…I’m surprised that you noticed,” I said.

He coloured at that. “Everyone notices your absence, Potter.”

“My friends don’t even notice sometimes…”


Unexpected by slowroad


It is six weeks into the eighth year. Harry is depressed and Draco is quiet. Harry is a bit lost inside his own head and he doesn’t.

Eight year fics are the coolest! I think you all know by now that I really Love them and Slowroad is great at writing them so go read!
Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain - by Faith Wood - Harry Potter (Draco/Harry)
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:  It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

(21k, Explicit, EWE, 8th Year, misunderstandings, blow jobs, getting together)

I may never get over the image of Draco Malfoy being followed around by a grumpy cloud that reflects his mood. This is great.

“If she puts her phone on the table face down, she’s a whore.”

… Fuck no, you have it all wrong. She just reads gay fanfiction. Geez.

Every Harry Potter fanfiction I’ve read and loved


9 times Harry kissed Draco and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry

Action Figures

Animus Nexus

Best Laid Plans

Beyond the Mirror’s Edge

Chase the Wind

Collecting Kisses


Draco Malfoy and the Sleepwalking Saviour

Draco Malfoy’s Harry Potter Pickup Lines

Drarry 30 Day OTP Challenge


For Every Action

Get Some

Heart in a Blender

How I Met Your Father

If He Ever Becomes My Boyfriend

Kiss Me, Cure Me

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sunrise)

Marginal Notes


Seeker, Chaser, Keeper

So Worth the Yearning For…

Spin the Wand

State of Mind

The Incredible Race

The LipLock Jinx

The Ministry Olympics

The Moon Looks Lovely Tonight

The One Where Harry Proposes

The Proposal

Things I am Not Allowed to do at Hogwarts

Unexpected Consequences

Working it Out Like Adults

You’re Not Dead!

Zero to Hero


A Lone Wolf


Dating Remus Lupin

Five Stories Over Four Years- The Jam Instances


In the Middle

James Potter Proposes Excellent Bets

Our Blood, Still Young

Punk Rock Suburban


Revelations In The Snow

Rumors and Patronuses

Stupid Cupid

Subtlety, Thy Name is Sirius Black

The Fire Whisky Interrogation

The Perfect Kiss

The stars in your eyes and the moon in mine

The Voice In His Head

The Voice, Louder

To Kiss a Bloke


Hiding Scrawl, Licking Freckles, and Other Average Wizard Things

Staring in the Great Hall

Tell me if any of the links aren’t working. Happy reading!

Drarry Masterlist Pt. 2

In honor of the quickly ending summer break, I decided to make a part 2 to my first fanfiction rec list I made over the holidays. I have more if you’d like; just pop me a message! Enjoy :)


NOTE: a lot of these fanfictions I found on capitu’s rec list on livejournal and cremebunny’s tumblr. Go check out their amazing lists! 

8th Year

A Friend in Need

A Lifetime Of Calamities Followed By Dangerous Illnesses

Draco Bo Peep and The Lost Sheep

I’ll Show You Mine and its remix I’ll Show You More


Lucky Break


Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain



As a Light Through Your Darkest Unknown


I See You

In Motion

It Started in the Shower

More Than Nothing

The Ballad of the Merman



Two Hearts That Bleat As One


Another Sun That’s Brighter Still

Draco Malfoy and the Seven Weasleys

Last City

Potter and the Pea


A Devotion to Others

Before Florence

Fall to Grace (NC-17)

Harry Potter and the Steel Mage

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels

Someone Just Like You

The Darklist

Would You?

You’ve Cast a Spell Over Me…Nope, Just a Hex



Detention With Millie 


Harry Potter and the Jam Situation

Lush Life (sequel to Lettered)

Mean, Said, Felt

You Wilfully Misunderstand Me


Cars Not Carts

Crystal Clear

Delicious Distractions

 Four Times Harry Ruined Draco’s Birthday…and the One Time he Saved it

Good to Me (And I’d Be So Good to You)

Harry, Draco, Harry Again

Last Chances

Of Spots and Suns

Ooh, fluff!

Potter’s Party

Red Leaves First


Who Are You to Judge?

Funny / Crack(ish)

101 Ways to Heal Your Wizarding Woes

A Portrait of the Artist

An Act of Kindness for One Harry Potter by a Sympathetic Draco Malfoy

Be Prepared



Draco Malfoy and the Flawless Plan

Draco Malfoy and the Sleepwalking Saviour

Draco’s Last Important Task 

Freudian Slip

Harry Potter Totally Sucks 

Hippogriff Indoors

How Chicken Is Played At Hogwarts

How to Shag Your Most Hated Enemy…

Lawn Mowing Wars

Ludicrous Lubricus

Make Your Penis Huge!

Minister Scrimgeour Does Not Approve

 One Night At The Club

Randy Roommates

The Conquering of Harry Potter(’s Virginity)

The Draco Faction

The Slut of the Century

Too Darn Hot


Why Blaise Quit Drinking


… A Little Insecure

Day Dream Series



A Most Memorable Christmas

Come Back to Me

Lily’s Letter


On Call

Rabid, Virgin-Seeking Mistletoe


Moments Like These

Same Time, Next Year

Your Heart’s the Moon


A Divine Intemperance

A Taste of Sunshine

A Touch of Silk


Let’s Go Outside 

Not the One in the Dress

Potter’s Parselprostate (and the Chamber of Secrets

Record it As a Victory

Memory Loss

An Issue of Consequence

Close to perfect

The Hunger

The Rest is Unwritten


Resolutions and Revelry

Rumour Has It

Staying Professional


IDK My BFF Hermione?

Tick Tock


99 Problems But A Snitch Ain’t One

All Bets Are Off

Body Logic

Checking Out the Opposition

Quality Quidditch

Ruin Me

Two Playboys on the Pitch

Rentboy / Prostitution

A Strange Sort of Fluff

Be My Savior

Put a Price on My Soul

The Adventures of Harry Potter, Pervert and Draco Malfoy, Porn Star (Un-Cut)

The Good Fuck

Touch Me Fall

Spell-Induced/Forced Closeness Turned Love

A Happy Accident Courtesy of Alice Longbottom

And so kisse on

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation

Making Merry with Malfoy

Seven Minutes in Hell

 Sharing Different Heartbeats


A Fox’s Bargain


Draco’s Dragon


Friendly Favor

In the toilet of the Leaky 


Open Surrender


School of Magic Seduction


The Public Gets What the Public Wants

Third Time Lucky and its sequel The Pot & Kettle


Unusual Job

A Bit Unprofessional

A Long, Hard Day

 Compliments to the Chef


Secret Agent Men

This Charming Man


Haute Allure

That Veela Thing

The Right Fit

The Ugly Duckling

The White Cliffs of Dover My Dead Body, Potter!

The Yule Ball

Harry walked down the steps. “This is so stupid…” He muttered to Ron, who was sulking just as well. “Yeah. Should’ve asked ‘Mione when we had the chance….” 

They stood at the bottom and waited for the twins. “At least Padma and Parvati are nice. And pretty… we could have been stuck with way worse.” Ron said, leaning against the banister. Harry nodded, just as their dates walked up to them.

“Hello boys.” Padma said smiling. Ron had to admit, she looked stunning. She smiled at him and took his hand. “Shouldn’t we get going?” She asked Ron. He nodded and gave a small smile to harry before allowing himself to be drug into the crowd. “Harry…” Parvati said quietly. “Hmm?” he responded. She sighed, “I know i promised to go with you, but Milton just asked me and…” she said, cutting herself off, both of them looking into the direction of a Beauxbatons boy with long blonde hair. “Oh, no it’s fine.” Harry said smiling. “You’d probably have a much better time honestly.”

Parvati smiled wearily. “Are you sure?” Harry nodded. “Yes, of course. Go have fun.” She grinned and kissed him on the cheek before rushing over to the other boy, who gave him an awkward smile.

Harry sighed, and sat down on the stairs. He knew that he was due to dance first soon, but he couldn’t show his face in that ballroom without date. He leaned his head on the banister and contemplated going back to his room.

In a few minutes, he felt another presence sit quietly beside him. He didm look up until they spoke, shocked to see who it was. “Potter?” Draco Malfoy said sounding surprised. “What are you doing here?”

Harry looked at him and sneered. “I should ask you the same question.”

Draco frowned, and Harry suddenly felt bad for responding so rudely. “My date left me.” Harry added.

Draco sighed. “Mine decided she would rather go with Lovegood.” he said under his breath, and Harry tried to remember who his date was in the first place. “Wait, Pansy?” Harry said, turning to face him. Draco nodded. “She has a thing for Granger, and i think she thinks she could make her jealous by going with some other girl….”

“I believe she will have a hard time with that.” Harry said, remembering how big Hermione’s crush was on Victor. Draco nodded.

“Don’t you have to dance first? You might need to get in there…” Draco said, turing to look at him. Harry almost choked. He looked to the door, trying not to make eye contact with Malfoy. Because right now, he couldn’t see how anyone wouldn’t want to go to the ball with him.

Draco was wearing black dress robes, and a silver tie. His hair was perfectly combed to the side, and he wore a small green earning in his left ear that Harry had never noticed before. He looked stunning.

“I can’t dance by myself.” Harry said, tapping his foot on the stairs. He suddenly felt an urge to imagine what would have happened if he would have become Draco’s friend in 1st year. For starters, he would have probably realized that he was bisexual way before last year.

Fleur came running out of he ball room. “’Arry? It iz time to dance.” She said smiling. 

On a split second decision, he turned to Draco. “Would you like to dance with me?”

Draco looked like he had just heard news that Voldemort had a nose. “W-what?” he stuttered. Harry sighed. “Dance. With me. Yes or no?”

Harry held his hand out. Draco slowly took it. “I-i am not gay, Potter.” he said his hand shaking in Harry’s, who found it quite hilarious to see Draco Malfoy so flustered. “Never said you were.” Harry replied, as the walked to Fleur. Harry let go of Draco’s hand to open he door to where the Tri-Wizard competitors and their dates were waiting. Fleur came over and whispered in his ear. “You are ‘ery brave, ‘Arry. But ‘zat boy is ‘ery handsome.” she said, winking at him. 

Both Hermione and Cho looked at him shocked. He shrugged and got in the back of the line, taking Draco’s hand as McGonagall told them to get ready. She walked down the line and stopped at Harry, smiling. “Why mister Potter. I would have never guessed.” she said, winking. Harry just grinned at her, while Draco’s face turned red as a beet.

“May I present to you, our Tri-Wizard Tournament Competitors and their dates, for the first waltz.” Dumbledore said loudly, and the doors opened. Harry’s heart was beating wildly and he felt ridiculously embarrassed, but he knew he couldn’t back out. Draco, on the other hand, though being the most nervous earlier had taken on a confident stride when the door opened, and Harry wondered how it was so easy for him to conceal his emotions.

As they walked in, Harry heard whispers and gasps. Eye’s followed them as they walked in, both of them refusing to look at anyone else. When they got in place, Harry caught eye’s with Pansy and Luna, who were both giving him a thumbs up. He suddenly felt a whole lot better.

The music started and Harry looked up at Draco. “I’ve never danced before…” he admitted. Draco put one hand on the small of Harry’s back and took the other in his hand. “Follow my lead.”

They started to dance and Harry stared at his feet self consciously. “Don’t look down,” Draco whispered. “Look at me.”

So Harry did. And he felt that feeling of wanting to choke again. He also suddenly felt remarkably ugly compared to his dancing partner, who he was sure every girl and boy had their eyes on right now. And he was partially right. But they weren’t just looking at Draco. They were looking at them as a pair.Somehow though, other than a few , (Hermione and Blaise called it though) everyone seemed to accept the two of them. It seemed to the majority that it was bound to happen anyways. And as the dance went on, Harry saw more LGBT couples start to dance. He smiled up at Draco, who smiled back. Maybe, just maybe, they had made a difference tonight.

By the 3rd song almost everyone was on the dance floor. The music had changed drastically to a rock band Dumbledore had booked, and Harry and Draco walked off the get some punch. “Potter?” Draco said, when he was sure no one would hear. “Yeah?” Harry replied, handing him a drink.

“You know how i said I wasn’t gay?”


“I lied.”

Harry chuckled. “I figured.” and sipped his punch.

“I’m sorry for being such a dick to you…” Draco said blushing. Harry smiled. “It’s ok. I wasn’t the nicest to you either.”

They sat in silence for a while, drinking their punch. Draco stood up abruptly . “Let’s go dance.” he said smiling. Harry put his cup down. “Eager bastard.” He muttered under his breath, earning playful shove as he got up, and followed Draco to the dance floor.

They danced for a while, (mainly Draco. Harry just… did his own thing. Poor baby has no rhythm.) before a slow song came on. “This song is shit…” Draco said as couples got together. Harry laughed. “You love it.”

Draco looked down to Harry and smiled. And without thinking, he bent down and pecked him on the lips.

“i-i am so sorry. Holy fuck” Draco said quietly, looking red from head to tow. Harry too was blushing, but he grabbed Draco’s arm before he could leave.  “I shouldn’t have down that..” Draco said.

“You’re right.” Harry said, watching Draco look at his terrified. “That was the most shit kiss ever.” he said, standing on his tippy toes to kiss Draco again.

From the side of the dance floor, McGonagall grinned. “Pay up Albus.” she said, holding her handout. Dumbledore chuckled and handed her ten galleons. 

“Dang” Dumbledore sighed, “I had my bet on Granger.”


A little bit of silly fluff to celebrate our favourite wizard’s 35th birthday <3 Also happy 50th birthday to the magnificent JK Rowling! 

Harry’s birthday plans get cancelled last minute, good job Draco is there to step in. 

2.7K words, no smut, just silly feels.  


  “Well,” said Harry, flicking slime off his hands.  “That went well.”

  Draco laughed as they strode through the Ministry, ignoring the stares they were getting as they headed back down to their office in the Auror’s Department. As the most successful pairing in the division they were used to heads turning when they went by, even when they weren’t covered head to toe in Dragon mucus.

  “How was I supposed to know she had a cold?” he chuckled, attempting in vain to pull thick globules out of his fine blond hair.  “Charlie Weasley owes me a beer.”

  “I think he owes us a crate,” Harry said as they reached the elevators and he pressed the button for their floor, trying not to smear too much phlegm everywhere.

  Draco blew out a lungful of air and checked his watch as the cage began to rattle downwards.  “At least we’re done for the day,” he said.  “And it’s a Friday, it doesn’t get much better than that.”

  Harry agreed, though he hoped this day would get slightly better once it involved less gunk.

  Having been in the field all day, it was the first chance he and Draco had had to go back to the office they shared as partners.  Draco reached the door first, but he held it open for Harry.  “After you,” he said, a suspicious glint in his eye.

  Harry only had a second to ponder what that could mean before he stepped forward and realised with a mild amount of horror exactly what it meant.  “Oh you bastard,” he breathed, half amused, half exasperated to death.  “I thought it had been awfully quiet this year.”

  Despite his best efforts to keep it private, Harry’s birthday was a very well known date in the magical community.  Even all these years after the war, he was still inundated with all manner of cards, presents, chocolates, wine, even – he shuddered – underwear.  It was almost as bad as Valentine’s day, when his and Draco’s desks would equally fall under attack from admirers.  

  But this year there hadn’t been much of a peep for Harry’s birthday, and he’d been stupid enough to relax.  “You’ve been hording it,” he challenged Draco, who could barely contain his mirth as several brightly coloured envelopes started flying around his head to a chorus of “Happy birthday to you!”  

  “I thought you’d enjoy it all at once,” Draco grinned, clearly very pleased with the mountain of gifts he’d been able to cultivate.  “That way you won’t miss the good ones!”

  “You mean weed out the insane ones,” Harry drawled, stepping carefully inside as more excitable presents attacked him, begging to be opened.  

  “Now, now,” Draco admonished, picking up a lumpy pink mess of paper, spell-o-tape and bows.  “I’m sure your adoring fans would be very sad to hear that.”

  Harry grumbled and rubbed his temples.  “I’m dousing you in dragon snot all over again for this.”  He turned in a circle and tried to take in the massive pile that spilled well off his desk, all over the floor and even encroached onto Draco’s side of the room.  “I might have actual presents hidden in there, from actual friends!”

  Draco flicked his wand with a quick Tergeo spell that sucked off all the gloop from them both, and disposed of it safely in a Ministry approved refuse bag.  “Ahh,” he said, flashing Harry a smile.  “That’s better.”

  “Yeah oaky,” sighed Harry, and he was right, it was more comfortable, but he was also still maddened by Draco’s prank.  “I’m less sticky, but you’re not off the hook.”

  Draco pouted and blinked his eyes dramatically, but just as he was going to speak their fireplace roared to life, and the familiar sight of Hermione Granger’s bushy hair filled the grate instead.  “Harry!” she cried, stressed but clearly trying to hide it.  “Happy birthday!  How’s your day been?”

  He looked over at Draco, who smirked triumphantly back at him.  “Slippery,” he said, which just made his partner crack up further.  “How are you, is everything okay?”

  “Oh,” he said, and he could practically see her wringing her hands on the other end. “Er, well, not great actually.” She let out a gasp that was almost a sob.  “Oh Harry I’m so sorry! Rosie’s come down with spattergroit and Hugo’s teething and Ron has to work late and I don’t think we can have you round for your birthday!”

  “Hey, hey,” Harry assured her, waving his hands as she looked like she might cry. “Hermione, it’s fine, I’m having drinks with everyone tomorrow anyway, we’ll just cancel tonight, okay?”  He shrugged.  “I mean, I’m thirty five, not five, I can postpone my birthday by a day.”

  “Are you sure?” she asked anxiously.  “I feel terrible.”

  Harry shook his head.  “Don’t give it a second thought,” he told her.  “Go look after the kids, I’ll hopefully see you tomorrow instead yeah?”

  She sagged in relief.  “Yes, yes definitely, oh thank you Harry, we’ll make it up to you I promise.”

  After several more assurances that he was alright, Hermione’s head finally disappeared and the flames went back down to normal again.  Harry sighed.  The truth was he couldn’t help but be a little disappointed; he always spent his actual birthday with his best friends, then had a get together with everyone else on another night.  He supposed he shouldn’t be selfish, he never had birthdays at all as a child.

  “What are you going to do instead?” Draco asked, making him jump.  He’d actually forgotten his partner was there.  

  “Erm,” said Harry and scratched the back of his head.  Draco’s spell had worked perfectly well, but he still sort of felt like he needed a shower.  “Not sure really.”  He shrugged. “It’s fine, I’ll probably just head home.”

  Draco looked incredulous.  “It’s a Friday, we finally just got de-gunked, and it’s your birthday.  You can’t just go home and mope.”

  “I wasn’t planning on moping,” Harry said with a roll of the eye.  It was sort of true.  

  Draco seemed to know this.  “Really?” he said with an arch of an eyebrow.  

  Harry flapped his hands about.  “Well, I’m not really sure what else to do, unless you want to-?”

  Oh no. He’d started asking Draco if he wanted to go out for a drink.  Just the two of them.  That was in strict violation of the you-can’t-socialise-with-your-partner-because-you-fancy-the-pants-off-him rule.  Harry froze.

  Draco however didn’t miss a beat.  “Well of course I’d like to hang out,” he said scornfully.  “We can’t have you all alone on your birthday, can we?”

  “Oh,” Harry breathed, his heart thumping in his chest.  Be cool! he scolded himself. “Brilliant, well, cheers mate.” He smiled, genuinely relieved.  If he could get through this and keep his hands to himself, then he wouldn’t have to suffer through a lonely birthday.  “Shall we head down the Harpy?” he asked, referring to the pub down the road that Ministry employees like to haunt.  

  Draco laughed.  “And risk running into more of your adoring fans?”  He picked up a parcel that Harry was pretty certain was smoking.  

  “Oh yeah, maybe not,” he agreed.  There was a reason he always hid around Ron and Hermione’s on July 31st.  

  “Why don’t you come back to mine?” Draco asked, and Harry’s insides ran cold.  “We can do dinner, I’ll let you have some of my indecently expensive wine, put the radio on and moan about our inept colleagues. Sound fun?”

  It sounded like a proper dinner date, and Harry forgot how to talk for a moment. But he was a Gryffindor at heart, and a Gryffindor’s greatest trait was their bravery.

  “Sounds excellent,” he said with a beaming smile.  “Thank you for coming to my rescue.”

  Draco grinned as they picked up their belongings to go home for the weekend. Harry decided he would just come back and deal with his daunting pile of presents on Monday.  “My pleasure,” said Draco with a wicked grin as he locked the door behind them.  “It’ll also give me the added bonus of bragging rights for getting to entertain The Boy Who Lived on his birthday,” he said with a wink, and Harry’s stomach flipped again.  Was that…was he actually flirting with him?  He and Draco ribbed each other all the time at work, but on the way to visiting Draco’s home for the first time, it suddenly seemed a lot more intimate.  

  They Flooed from the main atrium to Draco’s London flat, and Harry stood in awe for a second, taking in the enormous duplex.  “Alright, get it over with,” Draco chided, taking Harry’s jacket from him. “Tell me how ridiculous it is.”

  It wasn’t what he’d been expecting at all.  Unlike the generations-old Malfoy Manor, Draco’s open plan flat was all glass and chrome, with an entire wall of windows that looked down from the umpteenth floor over the Thames.  “Wow,” was all he could say, and Draco sniggered.  

  “Come on birthday boy,” he said, kicking his shoes off and dropping their coats on the sofa. “What can I get you – beer? Wine?”  He wiggled his eyebrows.  “Sex on the Beach?”

  He was definitely flirting!  Harry swallowed and shook his head with a grin.  “Later darling,” he bantered back.  “I’ll take a glass of wine thanks.”

  “How about prosecco?” Draco suggested, sauntering into his highly polished kitchen and fetching a bottle from the magically chilled larder.  “It is a special occasion after all.”

  Harry took a seat on one of the high stools at the breakfast bar and drummed his hands. “Yes it is,” he announced, feeling more confident.  “I’ve managed to make it to thirty five whole years without dying – I think that’s pretty impressive.”

  Draco snorted as he popped the cork on the bubbly.  “You’re telling me,” he said, filling two flutes.  “I’m the one that has to pull your arse out of the fire on a weekly basis.  I’d have less trouble partnering a troll.”

  “I’m prettier than a troll though,” Harry said, taking the drink Draco offered.  

  He arched a blond eyebrow.  “Debatable,” he teased, clinking his glass with Harry’s.  “Happy birthday,” he said sincerely.  “May you have many more.”

  Harry just smiled a little shyly and took a sip.  “So,” he said, before he could embarrass himself.  “Have you ever actually once cooked in this kitchen?”

  Draco guffawed.  “Of course not, what do you take me for?”

  Harry laughed too and took another sip.  He hadn’t had lunch he realised, and the bubbles were going straight to his head. “So this,” he said, waggling his glass. “Is dinner then?”

  Draco came and sat on the seat next to him.  “Well, if you’re going to be such a princess about it,” he sighed.  “There’s an exquisite Thai place that does delivery.”

  “I love Thai,” Harry enthused, which got a strange look from Draco.

  “I know you do,” he said, and knocked his knee affectionately into Harry’s.

  Harry blinked.  “Well, fantastic, can we order now, I’m starving.”  Draco shook his head good humouredly and summoned a menu.  “Oh bugger, I don’t know if I’ve got cash,” Harry said suddenly, patting his pockets.

  This earned him a smack round the head with the menu from Draco.  “I’m buying, you pillock,” he berated.  “It’s your birthday.”

  “Oh,” said Harry, a little goofy.  “Right, okay, thanks.”

  They ordered far too much food, but Draco insisted and everything looked so good Harry just wanted to try as much as possible.  They sent the order off with Draco’s eagle owl, and then topped up their glasses with more prosecco.  “Let me show you the view,” Draco said, and hopped off his stool to walk over to the balcony beyond the floor length windows.  

  The sun was only just starting to set over the London skyline, and a warm breeze touched Harry’s skin as he stepped out into the open.  “Wow,” he said again, his vocabulary shrinking the more bubbly he sipped down.  “It’s beautiful.”

  They stood against the railing for a while in comfortable silence, watching tourist boats trundle down the river and listening to the soft hum of traffic wafting up from the streets.  “I feel bad,” Draco said abruptly, causing Harry to turn his head in confusion.

  “You feel bad buying me dinner?” he asked.

  He meant it as a joke, but Draco fiddled with the stem of his glass, almost nervously. “No you half-wit,” he said, more in character again.  “I feel bad you didn’t actually get any presents today.”

  He was right, Harry realised.  “Oh that’s alright,” he said with a shrug, and he meant it.  “Most of that lot will be a load of rubbish anyway, besides, I got an armful of dragon goo, what more could I want?”

  Draco laughed, but the nerves were back again, and Harry did his best not to frown. “I, uh,” said Draco.  “Actually have a present for you, if you want?”

  There was no fighting it now, Harry was nervous too.  “Who says no to a present!” he cried, hoping the squeak in his voice didn’t betray him.  

  Draco nodded, then took another gulp of his prosecco.  “Okay…” he said firmly.  “You, um, you need to close your eyes.”

  Harry broke out into a sweat.  “Okay,” he said evenly.

  “Trust me,” Draco said, placing his glass on the small table next to them, before taking Harry’s and doing the same.  “Close your eyes.”

  Harry exhaled softly.  What was the worst that could happen?  There was a time he would have been seriously worried about Draco throwing him over the railings, but Draco was his partner, Draco was his friend.

  Draco was everything.

  Hands awkwardly by his sides, Harry let his eyes fall shut, nerves tingling with anticipation.  He felt Draco move back in front of him, then cautiously take his hands in his own, presumably to put something in them.  There was a pause, and then…

  Draco gently brushed his lips against Harry’s.

  The shock was like a cold bucket of water over the head.  Draco was kissing him.  Draco was kissing him!  But even through the haze, Harry was able to realise that if he didn’t do something soon, Draco was going to misinterpret and think it was unwelcome.

  Slowly, he leaned closer in, moving his mouth just a fraction, holding Draco’s hands tighter in his own.  A moan escaped his throat, and he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  He dropped one of Draco’s hands to seize the back of his neck, his fingers carding through his beautifully soft hair as his tongue pressed forward in search of Draco’s to bring them even closer together.  Draco used his now free hand to slip in around Harry’s waist, pulling them flush as the kiss deepened.  In the end, it was only the need to breath that broke them apart.

  “Merlin,” Harry panted, his eyes searching Draco’s grey ones.  “Where did that come from?”

  Draco brushed some of Harry’s wayward hair back.  “That,” he said with a shy smile that just about melted Harry’s heart. “Came from a decade or two’s worth of cowardly pining.  That should have happened a very long time ago.”

  “Damn right it should have,” Harry grinned, both arms around Draco’s back.  “Do you think…maybe it could happen again?”

  Draco’s answer was another slow and tender kiss, his fingers trailing lightly down the side of Harry’s face.  “It can happen as often as you like,” he said, lacing kisses down his neck.  “You are the birthday boy after all.”  

  “And after my birthday?” Harry asked playfully.

  Draco rocked them back and forth.  “Whenever you want me,” he said softly.

  “So,” said Harry biting his lip as he grinned.  “All the time?  How does all the time sound?”

  Draco laughed, relief and happiness shining in his eyes as he dipped his head back down for another kiss.  “Good present then?” he asked.

  “The best,” Harry promised.

  “Good,” said Draco.  “Because I was going to crack a joke about getting you some of this dragon’s goo-”

  “Eww!”” Harry cried out, smacking his arm.

  “But I decided,” Draco carried on through his laughter.  “To be boring and romantic instead.”

  Harry cupped his face and rubbed his thumb along his cheekbone.  “There’s nothing boring about this present,” he insisted, and leaned in to claim some more of it.  


Drarry Masterlist

UPDATE: I made an updated masterlist rec (part 2) of new fanfictions that I’ve read since then. You can check it out here!

In honor of the holidays I decided to *finally* to make a rec list of all the Drarry fanfictions. It’ll also be up on my page in a link. Enjoy! :)



* means holiday themed as well

NOTE: anything by Cheryl Dyson or Lomonaaeren is amazing, and a lot of the fanfics I found on cremebunny’s list. Go check out her tumblr!

8th Year



The Purr-fect Gift*

The Potter-Malfoy Problem


The Way We Are


Two Moons


You’re Not Helping!



In Pieces

Nothing Like the Sun


Something More*


In need of a proper hug

Draco Malfoy Makes a Better Rabbit Than Slytherin

He Was He and I Was Bunny

Very Lucky Indeed


Gay Aurors

Legs of Distraction

Malfoys Don’t Go Commando 

Mistletoe Madness*



Take the Air*

This Foolish Lover’s Game

The Best Gift*

The Venice Job

Your Hand Upon my Chest


Polyjuice Pastime



What Harry Wants


Autumn Leaves

Because Malfoy Owned a Cat

The Charm Conundrum

Code Cracking for Gryffindors

Cloak-Flavored Kisses

Frost on a Park Bench*

Harry Potter and the Strange Case of the Snuggling

In the Library

Love You Too

Rediscovering Joy*

Seducing Harry Potter

Deaged Draco


Christmas with Draco*

I’ll Be Here


Draco Malfoy’s Harry Potter Pickup Lines

Dragon Tamer

How Tom Felton and Dan Radcliffe Discovered Drarry

Secrets of the Forbidden Broomcloset

Truth or Dare / Games

 Bond, Shag, or Crucio?

Corruptela Vox 

How to Handle an Enemy

Spell Induced Love


The Lip-Lock Jinx

Post War (Draco and Harry are adults)


Darker Than You Think

Date Blindness



The Incredible Race

To Touch a Unicorn

Till Death Us Do Part

You are looking for a man who is tall but not too tall, not beefy, who plays Quidditch, wears muggle clothes and takes risks. You want someone who can stand up to you and is righteous and good. And you liked Daniel’s black hair, Geoffrey’s green eyes, and Marcus’ glasses.”

Draco thought that over. “Yes, that’s about right.”

“Draco,” Lucius snapped. “Doesn’t that description remind you of anyone?”

Draco thought for a moment, then shook his head. “Not really, no.” He grabbed another pastry. “Did I tell you that Potter was on the cover of four magazines this week? Four! Quidditch Enthusiasts, Witch Weekly, Warlock Wonders and -
—  Freudian Slip by jennavere

Drarry AU in which Draco gets to know the Prince of Slytherin. 

Draco had never been friends with Harry. They were part of the same social circles and shared a House, but besides that they both kept to themselves. Harry spent his time with were Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, and Theo Nott, whereas Draco’s friends were Daphne Greengrass, Gregory Goyle, and Vincent Crabbe. It wasn’t that they disliked each other - they nodded at one another in the halls - it was simply that they had no need for one another. 

It wasn’t until fourth year when Harry was rumored to be the Heir that Draco paid more attention to the other boy. Malfoys were drawn to power and if Harry really was the Heir of Slytherin, he would prove to be a valuable ally. 

After truly noticing Harry, Draco couldn’t seem to un-notice him. Harry walked like a lion on the prowl, hands tucked in his pockets and his shoulders pulled back. In fifth year, he magically corrected his vision and started growing out his unruly hair, then began to resemble his godfather. In sixth year, he grew into his gawky form and gained toned muscle from Quidditch. 

Draco observed all this from a distance. He didn’t speak to Harry unless it was to make small talk at a party or listen to his orders during Quidditch practice. He spoke of Harry, though. He’d bait Millicent Bulstrode or Daphne to provide him with the gossip that was constantly circling the Prince of Slytherin. They’d tell Draco of Harry’s behavioral habits, of his connections inside and outside of Hogwarts, and of the rumors revolving around his relationships. These were always the most intriguing to Draco, as it was a well-known fact, especially amongst the sixth and seventh years, that Harry was pansexual. Filch had caught him in broom closets and empty classrooms so often that he and Harry were on a first-name basis. 

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moonshoespotterr - WOOHOO it’s your birthday! I hope you have a wonderful day :-D 

I wrote you a little Non-Magic AU where Harry is hiding from his recent ex-boyfriend and Draco comes to his rescue :-D I’m not gonna lie, I’ve fallen in love a bit with these two and think there might have to be a follow up, but we’ll see :-P 

3K words and no smut (a good reason for a sequel, no?!) Picture set by me, featuring Francisco Lachowski as Harry, Oliver Stummvoll as Draco, and Freddie Stroma as Cormac.  I don’t know who the Seamus and Dean couple are, but aren’t they adorable!?


Hide And Seek

   Harry stood with his back pressed against the cool white tiles, begging his vision to stop swimming in the low light of the men’s toilets.  The bass line pulsed from outside the door, adding to his disorientation, and he hiccupped angrily.  He needed to get a grip.  

  So what Cormac was here?  It had been a couple of weeks, he could deal with seeing him again surely, he wasn’t some delicate flower.  Except he was already feeling like a third wheel anyway with Seamus and Dean, and had probably indulged in one too many shots before he’d caught a glimpse of that curly, light brown hair.  Harry was pretty certain Mac hadn’t seen him in return, but honestly he’d dived into the loos so fast he couldn’t really swear either way.

   Shame burned through him.  He’d had a few break-ups before, but Cormac had been his first, serious boyfriend. The one he’d introduced to his mates actually as his ‘boyfriend’, the only one he’d gone on holiday with, talked about a future with.  Only to be dumped out of the blue, for no real reason, over the phone.  “Bastard,” Harry muttered bitterly and took a swig of the beer he was still holding, pressing the heel of his other hand into his eyes.  

  Harry had demanded an explanation, been desperate to fix whatever was wrong, but Mac just kept saying he wasn’t happy anymore and that it wasn’t working.  So here Harry was, hiding out by the urinals, a good way into getting very trashed and trying not to cry.  “Fuck.”

  “You alright over there?”

  Harry jumped, having not realised someone had come out of one of the stalls and was eyeing him up curiously.  Harry blinked as embarrassment crept up his neck; this guy was gorgeous.  White blond hair, tall, slim but not too skinny, and grey eyes that danced even in the shadowy light of the loos.  He was drying his hands on a couple of paper towels, looking at Harry and waiting for a response.

  “Yeah,” he said tiredly.  “I’m fine.”

  “Just drinking in the toilet by yourself for kicks?”  The guys’ mouth twitched at the corner, and he dropped the paper into the bin beside him.  

  Harry laughed.  “Yup,” he affirmed.  “Seemed like the best thing to do.”

  “Ouch,” replied the blond, folding his arms and leaning against one of the sinks. “The alternative must have been pretty dire.”

  Harry bit his lip then took another swig of beer.  He was never going to impress this guy, and his chances of faking it were pretty grim right now, so he decided to be honest, no matter how pitiful he sounded. This night couldn’t get much worse.

  “My ex just popped up,” he said ruefully, attempting a smile.  

  “Ah,” said the guy with a nod.  “Broken up long?”

  “A couple of weeks ago,” Harry said, taking in a deep breath.  “Not been with anyone longer than him, it came as a bit of a shock.”

  “So you’re lurking in here until he goes away?” the guy asked, cocking an eyebrow.

  Harry bobbed his head from side to side.  “Hadn’t really thought beyond ‘lurking’,” he admitted, and the guy laughed.

  “Fair enough.  I’m Draco.” He stuck his hand out, and Harry took a second to respond.

  “Harry,” he said, not sure what else to add that didn’t make him sound even more pitiable. “You often come to the rescue of miserable, recently dumped losers?”

  “Only the hot ones,” Draco smirked, and Harry perked up immediately.  This fit guy with the exotic name thought Harry was hot? That bolstered his bruised ego enough to get him to stand up straight.

  “Yeah,” he said dryly as he rubbed lingering tears from his eyes.  “Super hot.”  He laughed and rolled his shoulders.  “I guess I better go out and face the music, show him how over him and his stupid self I am.”

  The guy Draco pushed off the sink and looked Harry up and down mischievously.  “Want a hand with that?”

  Harry swallowed.  “In what way?” he asked, aware he sounded a little stupid.  

  But Draco just grinned further at him as he came closer.  “In this way,” he said, and slipped his hand, literally, into Harry’s.

  He looked down and tried his best not to sway.  “Oh,” he said.

  “If you want?” and suddenly Draco didn’t sound all that confident.  So Harry hurriedly squeezed his fingers and beamed up at him.

  “What I meant,” he explained.  “Is would you really do that for me?  We’ve only just met?”

  “What can I say,” said Draco with a shrug but looking happier again.  “I’ve got a soft spot for the underdog.  Come on, let’s go get you another drink.”

  So Harry let himself be lead back into the main throng of the bar, grinning despite himself as this beautiful man guided him up to the bar where they joined the couple of layers of people waiting to get served.

  “Can you point him out to me?” he said into Harry’s ear, tickling him with his breath and sending a pulse right down to Harry’s groin.  

  “Um,” he said, and looked around, trying not to be too obvious.  “Yeah,” he said with a nod, aware of how close their faces still were.  “He’s the tall guy in the end booth, curly hair, athletic.”  He swallowed down the lump that threatened to get lodged in his throat.  “Cormac McLaggen.”  

   Draco rolled his eyes.  “Looks like a twat,” he said pointedly, and Harry couldn’t help but snort.  Part of him wanted to defend Mac, but the other relished in having someone (especially someone as fuckable as this) unashamedly on his side.  “What are you drinking?”  Draco asked.

  “Just a beer would be great,” Harry replied, showing him the one he had almost finished. He didn’t want to do any more shots, he wanted to keep his wits about him whilst such a catch was holding his hand.

  And he was still holding his hand, the simple touch sending waves of excitement rippling over Harry’s skin.  Mac never liked holding hands, or showing much affection at all for the matter.  He said it was too sissy to do that, clinging on to some perverse idea that because he was gay, he had to somehow hike up his masculinity to compensate.  It had been a constant source of hurt and annoyance to Harry, and just touching someone like this unabashedly out in the open was giving him a thrill.  Draco’s hand was warm and dry, and he kept rubbing the pad of his thumb back and forth over Harry’s knuckles reassuringly.  

  Draco insisted on buying their drinks, and as they moved back away from the bar he let go of Harry’s hand to place it on the small of his back possessively. “Don’t look,” he murmured, followed by another hasty “Don’t look!” as Harry’s head went to snap automatically back.  “Okay, he’s spotted you and he’s looking a bit sick,” Draco reported, sounded rather pleased with himself.  “What do you want to do?  Introduce me?  Ignore him?”

  Harry shook his head.  As much as he wanted to make himself feel better, he was able to appreciate that going over to Mac was a bad idea.  He didn’t want his opinion, he didn’t want him back.  He just wanted him to know that Harry wasn’t quite so destroyed as he thought he might have been.

  “Let’s go find my friends?” he suggested instead.

  Draco smiled, and leaned over closer.  “Okay,” he said, and pecked a kiss on his cheek.  

  If he hadn’t been pushing Harry forward, Harry might not have moved at all he was so stunned.  It was a pretty chaste kiss all things considered, but still, that this guy was willing to put on such a show for him having only just met him, it was sweet, and well, it just felt nice.  

  “Was that for his benefit, or yours?” Harry’s slightly drunken tongue betrayed him by asking.  

  Draco pressed their bodies together as they slipped through the crowd.  “Actually,” he breathed.  “I rather hoped it was for yours.”

  Harry blushed.  Was it wrong to hope this wasn’t all an act?

  Seamus and Dean’s jaws dropped when they broke through to where they’d managed to snag a few chairs by a table in the corner.  “Hey guys,” Harry said, aware that Draco’s hand was still on his waist. “This is Draco.  Draco this is Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas.”

  “Draco Malfoy,” he elaborated, reaching out to shake hands before they sat down.  “I just rescued Harry from the ogre over there.”

  Harry shifted under his friends’ gaze.  “Mac’s here,” he explained.

  “Arsehole,” said Dean instantly.

  “Mother fucker,” added Seamus in his Irish lilt, clinking his bottle onto Draco’s. “You’re a good man there, showing him Harry’s worth sticking around for.”

  “Yes he is,” Dean added firmly and only slurring his words a little.  “Harry, you deserve way better than that slug.”

  Harry grimaced and held out his hand at his two mates.  “My friends.  I pay them to be nice about me, obviously.”

  Draco slotted in easily with the three of them, and Harry began to relax again as they laughed and chatted their way through football and the latest series of whatever reality shows had the most entertaining celebs in.  He insisted on getting the next round in, and then by the time they got to Seamus’ turn he’d forgotten all about stupid McLaggen and his cruel over-the-phone crushing of their relationship.

  That was, until Mac appeared out of nowhere at the edge of their table.  Harry spluttered his beer down his chin, and hurriedly wiped it away as the conversation stilted.  “Mac,” he all but squeaked.  “I, um, hi?”

  “Hi Harry,” he said, eyes flicking to Draco. “How you doing?”

  “We were just having some drinks,” said Seamus, staring daggers.  “And getting to know Draco here.”

  “Yeah,” agreed Dean, clinking his own bottle loudly with Draco’s.  “We’re having a lovely time.”

  Harry had broken out into a sweat, but Draco just seemed as cool and easy as ever beside him.  “Draco Malfoy,” he said, offering out his hand like he had done with Seamus and Dean to a slightly bewildered McLaggen.  “And you are?”

  Mac’s eyes widened.  “I’m Harry’s – I mean – I’m…I’m Mac.”

  Nice to meet you Mac,” said Draco, then settled back into the booth and draped his arm easily around Harry’s shoulder’s.

  There it was again, that touching that Mac always denied him, and suddenly Harry felt a burst of fresh energy rush through him.  “How have you been?” he asked convivially, reaching his hand up to entwine his fingers with Draco’s by his shoulder.  

  Mac frowned, as if he was regretting coming over.  “I was going to see if you wanted to join us, but…” he trailed off, and Harry smiled at him.

  “I don’t think that’s a very good idea, really,” he said, cocking an eyebrow. “Do you?  Sends a rather confusing signal about you breaking up with me.”

  “Over the phone,” Seamus coughed into his fist.  

  Mac had the good grace to look embarrassed.  “Right,” he muttered over the music.  “Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you around?”

  “Bye,” said Harry with a firm smile, but he held his breath until his ex had fully disappeared from view.

  Seamus burst out laughing, earning a clip on the ear from Dean.  “You alright mate?” he asked Harry, concerned.  

  Harry started breathing again, and realised his hand was still linked with Draco’s. He glanced up to see him looking fondly at him, and something light fluttered in his chest.  “Yeah,” he said, surprised at his honesty.  “I think I’m okay.”

  “Good,” said Draco, bumping his hip into Harry’s fondly.

  Dean announced the next round was on him, but Seamus nipped up too leaving Harry alone with Draco.  “Thank you,” he told him as quietly as he could over the music.  “You’ve been really kind to me tonight.”

  But Draco licked his lips in a downright sinful manner, his eyes looking Harry up and down.  “I think I’ve been far more selfish than kind,” he said, and Harry’s insides gave a little squeeze.  “He’s obviously an idiot to let go of a guy like you.  I don’t intend on being that stupid.”  He toyed with Harry’s fingers, avoiding his gaze.  “I mean, if you’re interested.”

  Seamus and Dean took that moment to arrive back though, their trays filled with beers and some strong looking shots.  “Come on boys!” Seamus cried out, passing them around.  “I want to propose a toast!”

  Harry reluctantly untangled himself from Draco, but not before he caught his eye and gave him a shy smile.  He allowed himself to be presented with a Jägerbomb that the four of them each held aloft. “To new beginnings,” Draco said, a hint of hope in his voice.  

  “To Harry,” Dean added.

  “To the look on that git’s face!” Seamus crowed.

  Harry beamed fondly at them all.  “To friends,” he said, then knocked back his glass in one go.

  Seamus and Dean didn’t last much longer than that, heading off to catch a bus home, leaving Harry with Draco alone once more.

  “I’m interested,” Harry said out of the blue, fiddling with his shot glass.  “In you, in…this.”

  Draco leaned in closer, the sweet tang of the Jäger on his breath.  “Really?” he said happily, and Harry snuggled in closer to him.

  He nodded. “I can’t promise it’ll be all smooth sailing,” he said.  “But, well, I like you.”

  “I like you too,” Draco affirmed, trailing his fingertips up Harry’s arm and making him shiver.  “But I’m not talking about a pretend, rebound thing to make your ex jealous.  I really like you.”

  Harry considered his words carefully through the alcohol haze.  “You’ve made me forget all about him,” he said.  “Like the wind blowing away all the cobwebs.  I feel…fresh and, I don’t know, optimistic I guess.”  He smiled and shook his head.  “It’s hard not to feel tossed away when someone tells you you’re not…enough anymore. But you make me feel special already, and-” he bit his lip and chanced a playful look through his lashes.  “You’re fucking gorgeous, and funny, and don’t seem to have much time for bullshit.  It’s a good first impression.”

  “Good,” said Draco, then suddenly leaned away.  “Come on, get your coat.”  

  Harry felt cold from the sudden loss of contact.  “We’re going?”

  “Well, that depends actually,” he said, stopping to consider.  “Where do you live?”

  “About ten minutes away?” Harry replied, and Draco beamed again.

  “Brilliant,” he said, getting his jacket over his shoulders.  “In that case, I’m going to walk you home.”

  Harry let himself be lead once more across the bar, slowly pushing past the people still in the swing of their night.  Harry almost caught himself thinking whether or not Cormac was still there, whether he was seeing Harry leaving with someone else, when he found he really didn’t care. This wasn’t about him, this was about him and Draco, and the realisation made Harry’s insides squirm with excitement.

  They chatted easily as Harry guided them through the night, making the familiar walk home.  Draco pointed out the constellation he owed his name too, near the Big Dipper, and Harry made some quip about him being ‘written in the stars’ before he realised what he’d said.  Draco though looked pleased.  “Oh you better believe it’s fate,” he said with a wink.  “A guy like me doesn’t just pop up by chance.”  

  Harry was a nervous wreck by the time they got to the front door of his building, fumbling with his keys.  “Uh,” he said eloquently.  “Do you want to come up for another drink?”

  Draco stepped in closer, touching his hands to Harry’s elbows, stilling him from where he hadn’t even realised he’d been shaking so much.   “Not tonight,” he said.

  “No?” Harry couldn’t hide his disappointment, but Draco came in even closer, and moved his left hand up to caress Harry’s face.  

  “No. I don’t think we should rush this, there’s no need to race through everything on the first day.”

  Harry licked his lips.  “Right,” he said evenly, but he was spiralling down quite quickly into rejection territory.

  “Call me crazy,” Draco said warmly.  “But I’d like you to remember our first night together.  Every single moment of it.”  He swept his thumb over Harry’s cheek bone, and suddenly Harry didn’t feel so dejected.  He felt like he was on fire.  “Are you busy tomorrow?”  Draco carried on.  “We could spend the day together?”

  Harry nodded.  “No – I mean yes!  I mean no I’m not busy tomorrow, and I’d love to spend the day together.”  

  Draco chuckled and brushed a lock of Harry’s unruly black hair back from his forehead. “I’ll come round at about 10ish yeah? I’ve got your number if anything comes up?”

  “You do?” Harry asked.  He didn’t remember giving that over.  But Draco smirked.

  “Dean made sure I had it earlier,” he said, and Harry couldn’t help but grin.  “They really care about you, you know?  It’s not hard to see why.”

  Harry didn’t trust himself to speak, he just stared up into those silvery grey eyes. Draco brought his right hand up and cupped the other side of Harry’s face, and Harry brought his own hands up to rest either side of Draco’s hips.  Harry felt his eyes flutter closed as Draco inched a little closer to him, and then…

  …The kiss was perfect.  Warm and soft and moist.  Draco gently parted his lips a little, moulding them into Harry’s settling into a perfect rhythm that had Harry thinking they’d been doing this forever, and yet the fireworks going off in his chest let him remember just how brand new this was. He leant in, eager for more, and Draco was happy to oblige.  

  After a while, he was very proud to be the one to pull away.  “N’night Draco,” he said softly.  “See you tomorrow.”

  Draco’s lazy smile illuminated his face under the starry night’s sky.  “See you tomorrow Harry,” he promised.  “Sleep well.”

  “You too,” Harry said as he let him go and watched him walk away.  “Tomorrow,” he whispered to himself as he let himself into the building, and allowed his happiness float him all the way up to his flat.