loli!drarry

  • Person A: *composes a very poetic, very lovely speech about all the things they love about person b and how they will love and support b till their dying breath*
  • Person B: lol nah why would A be interested in me? That'll never happen, so I'm just going to quietly suffer.
  • Person C: Bitch tf
Roommates With Draco Part Four
  • Part Four: An Issue Arises
  • Draco, the day they moved in: Try not to fall in love with me, Potter
  • Harry: Ha, that won't be an issue, Malfoy
  • [one week later]
  • Harry, flooing Hermione: THERE IS AN ISSUE

anonymous asked:

What are your favorite smutty drarry?

Rorschach by gracerene {5K}

Harry never gave much thought to Malfoy’s soulmark. But that was before he caught a glimpse. Now it’s all he can think about.

Head over Heels by birdsofshore and shiftylinguini Words:6100

Bloody Malfoy. Always turning up when he’s not wanted, making Harry notice things he doesn’t want to notice… like Malfoy’s new tattoo.

Simulacrum by slashpervert Words:3011

Draco sends a gift to Potter and finds himself in a difficult but erotic position.

The Potter-Malfoy Problem by who_la_hoop Words:28939

The room of requirement’s gone mad — at least, that’s what Harry thinks. There’s no way that Draco Malfoy ‘requires’ him, of all people, but why does it keep dragging Harry there like he’s some kind of furniture, every time Malfoy enters it? Throw in Pansy the pervert and a clipboard-wielding Hermione, and things can only go from bad to worse. And that’s not even mentioning the pirates …

Lumos by birdsofshore Words:41478

Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.

Buy A Heart by Anonymous Words:17668

Draco’s cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.

Ruin Me by traintracks Words:3045

Potter seems even more infuriating lately than usual. It takes Draco a little time to figure out why.

Draco at Nineteen by birdsofshore Words:5196

It’s the middle of the night and Harry Potter is sitting on my bed looking distinctly weird. I’ve had some fucked-up dreams in my time, but this one… this one is something new.

Mistletoe Madness by fireflavored Words:4822

In the face of terrible adversity, Harry and Draco are nothing if not professionals.

Undone by eidheann Words:2501

In the months since he’d started sleeping with Harry Potter, Draco’s carefully ordered life fell to shambles.

The Invisible Man by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:9984

Sometimes unforeseen side effects aren’t the worst thing that can happen to a person.

Who Shagged Harry Potter? by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:6464

One beautiful sunny Sunday the Slytherins wake up after a raunchy night only to discover a very naked Harry Potter sleeping in their dormitory. Naturally, they ask themselves a logical question: Who the hell shagged him?

Don’t Think Twice by firethesound Words:8490

Harry was just trying to get away for a while. He didn’t mean to get trapped in the Prefect’s Bath with Draco Malfoy.

Vanilla and Sweet Spices by FleetofShippyShips Words:19699

After the others leave an eighth year party, Harry still has the rum he snagged off Dean. But the only person left to drink it with is Draco Malfoy.

Dangerous by Faith Wood (faithwood) Words:6342

Being trapped in a dungeon with Malfoy — who’s a werewolf, a former Death Eater, and a giant git — is definitely dangerous. Harry has no reason to be excited. None at all.

A Shower, A Meal, A Nap, and A Shag by chickenlivesinpumpkin Words:4656

Harry’s supposed to be alone in Grimmauld Place…so why is there a Malfoy in his shower? And what’s Harry going to do about it?

After the Battle by birdsofshore Words:1465

Written for the prompt: Draco offers a “thanks for saving the world” blowjob to Harry soon after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Let Me Go on Loving You by birdsofshore Words:6626

Harry has learned that the perils of living with a potion master include, among many other things, the occasional exploding cauldron. At least this accident involves a lot of orgasms, so. Could be worse.

Instruction For A Misplaced Slytherin by bixgirl1 Words:8556

Potter stared at him with an intense, indecipherable expression. He cleared his throat. “You know what? It would be easier to learn if you just showed me,” he said abruptly.

In which Draco has a crush but fancies himself kind, Harry is oblivious but overly ambitious (and the teensiest bit sneaky), and things get dirty really fast.

Draco getting his first Weasley sweater
  • Harry: Hey babe, Mrs. Weasley sent you a sweater as a christmas gift.
  • Draco: I'm not really a sweater person.
  • Harry: Shall I return it then?
  • Draco: No, I'm going to wear it. Forever. Back off!
Piano

Draco took a deep, shaky breath, hoping that Harry wouldn’t notice how nervous he was. He had been struggling with crowds since the war, and the combination of meeting the Weasley’s and the huge amount of people at King’s Cross station made him anxious as hell.

Hundreds of people walked, ran, waited or strolled around the main hall. In the distance he could already see the little coffee shop where the entire Weasley family sat, waiting to go to platform 9¾. The entire corner seemed to have a red glow due to all the ginger haired people gathered in it.

“Dad! I need to go to the bathroom!” Whined Lily.

“Just follow the signs sweetheart, it’s over there I believe.” And Harry pointed at the far end of the hall.

“But what if I get lost? Mom always walks with me…” Lily pouted.

Draco rolled with his eyes and suppressed a smile. The girl was a Slytherin for one hundred percent. Ginny never accompanied her to the lavatory since she wanted Lily to be more independent, and rightly so since she was eleven years old already.

Harry however, always melted for his daughter’s sad pout and cute face and Lily made good use of that.

“Sorry honey, duty calls.” Harry pressed a quick kiss on his lips. Merlin, he would never get used to that feeling. Draco was a complete sucker for Harry’s quick, domestic yet loving kisses. Before he knew it he’d agreed to walk James, Albus and Scorpius to the Weasley’s all by himself while Harry left with Lily.

His eyes drifted to the coffee stand again. There had to be at least twenty five Weasley’s present, even Charlie who didn’t even have kids was there.

“Well then, let’s greet the family.” The family that will be seeing me today for the first time since they heard Harry and I are dating. Draco shuddered at the thought.

Scorpius grabbed his hand and squeezed it. “You’ll be alright dad.”

Sometimes Draco hated that he couldn’t hide behind his mask anymore. It turned out fatherly love, or any kind of love really, destroyed your ability to wear it.

He squeezed his son’s hand back. “Of course Scor. Nothing to worry about.” And he began to make his way through the crowd with three children in tow.

As soon as he came within twenty yards of the coffee stand he knew he couldn’t do it. Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill were huddled together on the side, and judging by the looks they shot at him he was in for a serious talk. A serious “mess with Harry and we’ll murder you” talk.

Draco thanked the heavens when Albus asked “Why is there a piano in the middle of the station?” He pointed at the grand piano standing next to the coffee stand.

“It’s there so people can play it.” Answered an elderly lady who’d overheard his question. “Do you play?”

“No…” Albus shot a sad look at the piano. It was currently being abused by a four year old who seemed to be banging the keys without any real purpose.

“Dad plays!” Said Scorpius enthusiastic. “He’s really good as well. Do you want him to play for you?” Albus’ face lit up, and he cast a hopeful glance at Draco.

“Would you?”

“Of course.” Said Draco for the second time that day, though this time he actually meant it. Anything better than joining the twenty five Weasley’s at the stand, five of whom looked ready to flay him alive.

Albus beamed at him, and took off towards the piano with James and Scorpius. By the time Draco reached it they had cleared the stage for him. The father of the four year old seemed happy enough to pull his kid away from the instrument.

“Can you play something fast?” Asked James. “I don’t like those slow depressing bits.” And he pulled a disgusted face.

“No problem. Fast is my favorite.” Even more so now that the Weasley firing squad was approaching the piano. If he played something soft they might try and talk to him despite the music.

Draco sat down, cracked his fingers for an extra dramatic effect, and began to play.

He started fast, loud and with closed eyes. His fingers danced over the keys and soon enough he had to bite his bottom lip to suppress a smile.

Oh, if his father could see him now…

He remembered vividly how angry Lucius had been when he found out his son, his only son, was playing a muggle instrument.

How happy he had been when he found an old, dusty piano in and abandoned classroom at Hogwarts. The hours he’d spent trying to find tuning spells in the library….

And then, of course, the time his aunt Bellatrix had caught him playing, resulting in a punishment that had nearly turned him into Frank or Alice Longbottom. How even after that he hadn’t quit because how could he give up the only thing that enabled him to make something instead of break it?

He opened his eyes to see a small but growing crowd standing around him, a crowd that was there because of something he voluntarily chose to do. A crowd of people who didn’t know him or his past, but just enjoyed the notes flowing from his blood stained hands.

But the blood had dried up a long time ago, and for the first time Draco fully realised that. He was aware that to these people he was not an ex-death eater or even a Slytherin, but just him. A guy with some talent for playing the piano, who tried to brighten other people’s day a bit by producing a colourful tune.

He quite liked being ‘just him’.

Someone standing behind him brushed a lock of hair from his face. A hand squeezed his shoulder. “I had no idea you could play like this.” Whispered Harry in his ear.

The line almost caused Draco to slip. He was a sucker for Harry’s whispered words as well.

The Weasley’s who had gathered around the piano as well looked baffled when Draco bent his head backwards to kiss his boyfriend. “I still have some secrets left in my closet, after all there’s a lot of room there since my sexuality came out.”

Harry laughed. Merlin he had the greatest laugh.

The man wrapped his arms around Draco as the last tunes from the piano died away. “That was nearly as beautiful as you are. And I’m sorry for abandoning you, I forgot the entire family was coming.”

“Well.” Whispered Draco in Harry’s ear as the crowd burst out in applause. “I think I’ve managed to survive these five minutes without the saviour at my side.”

And after a brief pause he added; “Of course, you still have to make it up to me later, but we have until Christmas for that.”

Harry turned bright red, but still pulled Draco a little closer as they walked towards the others. Draco couldn’t suppress the smile on his face this time. Even the judgemental glances of the Weasley’s couldn’t make him do that.

“Other dad, can you teach me how to play the piano?” Albus nearly bounced out of enthusiasm. Draco nearly did too, this was the first time Harry’s youngest son, the one who had struggled the most with the divorce, had called him dad.

“Of course, other son.” Draco shot a hesitant look at Harry, he didn’t know if his comment was out of line or not. But it wasn’t.

“Congratulations, other dad.” Harry kissed him. “Looks like you’re stuck with us now.”

Somehow Draco found that he didn’t mind being stuck with Harry and his kids.

Not one bit.


Slowly the train started pulling out of the station, taking Lily, Albus, James and Scorpius with it. Draco missed them already.

“Even after everything we’ve been through, it’s still worth it don’t you think? Life?” Harry was blinking against his tears. The departure of even his youngest kid weighed heavy on him, but at least he wouldn’t be returning to an empty house.

“Yeah.” Sighed Draco. “They make it worth it.” And he nodded at the train. James was still hanging from the window, waving at them. “They and you.”

Ron, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill watched as Harry kissed Draco again. Draco pulled Harry close, and together they watched the train disappear out of sight.

It looked like Draco didn’t need that talk.


So I imagined Draco playing Beethoven “Moonlight” Sonata op 27 # 2 Mov 3 but that doesn’t have to be your music for this of course. If you know any other piano music that might fit please tell me I love piano music!

I don’t know if public piano’s are a thing everywhere but here in Holland and in GB they are. It’s basicly a piano where passe by’s can play on to make waiting more fun.

Also I have never been to King’s cross and I don’t even know if that station has a main hall, but  it’s fanfiction, so I don’t feel the need to be geographically accurate, sorry

She’s probably staring at her beautiful girlfriend, Luna, or deciding whether she will or will not bat-bogey hex you to the moon and back


(I’m probably going to do all characters - does anyone have suggestions for who I should do next?)

bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.

“…Malfoy?”

///

Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.

“Malfoy…”

He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,

///

It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.

///

Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.

“RIDDIKULUS”

The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.

///

One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.

///

Justin Fitch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.

///

Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and someone Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.

///

Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.

///

“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.

///

Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”

“Draco…”

His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

xxxwolkexxx  asked:

Hi! Your page ist great! Do you maybe know any drarry fanfictions, where Draco is hurt and Harry takes care of him. And the word count is not important, fanfiction is fanfiction.😊

Aww thank you so much! <3

I hope you enjoy reading some of these fics below! The word ‘hurt’ is really broad so I just plopped in fics where Draco’s either mentally or physically hurt. Oh, and make sure to read any warnings/tags on some of these fics because the content in some of them isn’t for everyone.

  • Never Let Me Go - by Kedavranox (2k)
    When Draco is seriously injured on the job, Harry deals with the fallout.
    (So uplifting and heartbreaking at the same time! Harry being a professional Quidditch player is by far one of my favourite Harry’s. You see, Draco is an auror (and he’s partners with Ron!) but he get’s injured during a mission and is immediately taken to St. Mungos. Harry is distraught with worry for Draco and it was so very lovely. Note for established relationship, but that just makes the whole story even better!)
  • Waters of March - by geoviki (21k)
    Voldemort’s final victim resides with the other spell-damaged wizards in St. Mungo’s Hospital. Harry suffers survivor’s guilt and finds an unusual beta. Cream-colored knee-high leather boots make a brief appearance.
    (I loved watching the relationship between our two boys grow and evolve after each visit Harry makes to St. Mungos to visit Draco. The story itself was so sweet and gentle - a great read!)

  • Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy - by calrissian18 (4k)
    Draco has a new flatmate and Potter has ideas of his own.
    (Pining!Harry was such a dear in this fic. I thoroughly enjoyed reading this fic and I don’t want to spoil too much because this was honestly such charming story)

  • Somewhere Only We Know - by sophie_french (29k)
    Draco has been through hell and he just can’t take it anymore. It has to stop He has to go. He should have known someone would think differently.
    (Draco’s apparent misery and despair cut you right into the heart. This was such a mesmerising and delightful story and brimming with so many beautiful scenes)

  • Breakdown - by i_claudia (11k)
    The call came in late on a Monday night. Harry had been staring blankly at the dark telly when he heard a swift rap at his door followed by the noise of a key in the lock. He blinked, looking down in confusion at the take away curry in his lap, long since gone cold.
    (Draco has been a fugitive for 5 years and was arrested by sheer luck. Battered and bruised and in worse for shape, Draco doesn’t care about the meaning of life anymore. The only thing I wished was this story to continue on for a couple more words because I loved every single bit of it!)

  • No Quiet Find - by blithelybonny (10k)
    War makes a man tired…some more than most. Draco needs rest.
    (Gahh the characterisations and storyline of this fic were absolutely perfect! A new war has broken out amongst the Wizarding world, and this time Draco has chosen to fight on Harry’s side. It’s such an amazing and original story, you’ll love it!)

  • If Memory Serves - by dicta_contrion (30k)
    Maybe Draco wants to forget. Maybe it’s wrong to make him remember.
    (A guilty pleasure of mine is reading memory loss stories. In this story, Draco is a cursebreaker, however, one day he’s hit by a curse which makes him forget all about the relationship he has with Harry. But the thing is, Draco’s happy that he’s losing his memories and wants to start afresh, wants to have the relationship with Harry he thought he always wanted. It was very unnerving, just watching Draco being stripped away into a man he wasn’t, but I loved it so much!)

  • A Dream of Running Water - by Lomonaaeren (35k)
    Driven nearly mad by his bitterness against the Dark Lord, Draco becomes a spy for the Order of the Phoenix. The device they sneak him to aid in his reports has unpredictable side-effects—like allowing Draco to dream of a landscape with a river running through it. That would be soothing, if Potter wasn’t there.
    (Draco is tortured by the hands of Voldemort. Quite a dark fic, but it’s still got a magnificent plot and characterisations!)

  • Sleeping Dragon - by Omi_Ohmy (20k)
    When Draco loses his memory, Harry struggles to recognise the man he loves. As they get to know each other again, can Harry overcome his sense of loss? And will Draco ever remember that he loves Harry?
    (Amnesia fics are always a pleasure to read. Amnesia!Draco was involved in an accident and now he has no memory of the past 10 years, including being married to Harry. It’s honestly such a lovely story!)

  • Kiss Me (Under the Light of a Thousand Stars) - by Iwao & Sophie_French (114k)
    Harry rescues Draco Malfoy from Azkaban, where he has been imprisoned for three years after the war. Draco is not as Harry remembers, as Azkaban leaves its mark on even the strongest of wizards. With no memory of who he was or how he came to be in Harry’s care, Draco needs Harry’s help if he is to have any hope of making a full recovery. But Harry has his own demons to fight and together with saving Draco, Harry must also discover a way to find himself.
    (This fic will take your heart and tear it up into a million tiny, little pieces! It’s another story where Draco has amnesia, and it’s so devastating. But reading the story is totally worth the heart-ache you’ll feel)

  • Blind Faith - by SunseticMonster (21k)
    Don’t think of it as losing your sight. Think of it as gaining an Animagus who never quite learned the meaning of the word ‘boundaries’.
    (This story can never get enough hearts <333 Draco has been temporarily blinded from an attack in Diagon Alley. It’s now up to a friendly dog *cough*Harry*cough* to help guide him and investigate into the attack)

  • Crisis Intervention - by digthewriter (2k)
    Aurors are required to discuss their case with a specialist when something goes awry. Harry was supposed to talk about his mission, yet he can’t stop talking about Malfoy.
    (Harry goes to routine counselling for checkups after every auror mission. However, this time he can’t stop talking about Malfoy. Harry is obviously in love (and obsessed) with Draco in this fic)
Malfoy, he says and nothing else. Over the past year he’s grown incapable of saying much more than those two syllables. I feel my blood sing with self-importance and seize his ever-moving hands.  Potter, I reply, and he laughs, the sound light-hearted and frighteningly unsuitable. His fingers are like lit wands, hot and dancing with a restlessness that he feels all the time now. His hair is a nox. And, of course. It goes without saying. His eyes a Killing Curse green. How could I have missed it all these years? The Dark Lord’s kiss on the baby’s brow, bestowing scar tissue like a benediction. It bleeds all the time now. He can’t seem to stop picking and picking and picking at it.

I’ve considered whether I’m using him or whether he’s using me. The distinction isn’t clear, and I don’t care what the answer is. The answer is as ever-shifting as he is; he moves like a mirage on a Muggle motorway, first here, then there, walking over the brow of a hill, wand drawn and merciless. I picture it when we fuck. Picture how, in the end, I will probably meet my death at his hands. It is not as distressing a thought as I might have imagined.
—  The Offering by Frayach
This Candle Burns

Words: 13k  ◆  Chapters: One-shot  ◆  Status Complete
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Author: Anonymous
Star Rating: ★★

Summary: Draco has discovered the moment when everything changed for his family and doomed them to their downfall post-war. He can go back in time and change that–if he’s willing to let the spell burn his life up. But Draco feels he has little left to lose, so he begins the spell, not knowing exactly what will happen at the end.

Thoughts: This fic was so captivating! I don’t really enjoy reading non-linear stories, but the use of it here was so engaging and effective.

It’s a story where Draco goes back in time to change the past, to change the bad reputation surrounding the Malfoy name. He goes back to the night on the Astronomy Tower, and accepts Dumbledore’s offer to help him and his family.

It’s so beautifully written and the ending is just magnificent! The story is left with an ambiguous ending that is open to interpretation, which I absolutely loved. A simply wonderful read!

Scorpius: I truly feel you and Harry should raise Albus and I in the same household.

Draco: Can you imagine that?

Scorpius: Albus and I need quality time together.

Draco: Doing what?

Scorpius: Being gay. Maybe you will become gay for Harry.

Draco:……….

Scorpius: You could.

Draco: You think it’s that simple?

Scorpius: Yeah.

Draco: I think Harry is straight, son.

Scorpius: He won’t be when he moves in.