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Do Your Worst (Draco X Harry)

Type: Fluff

Warnings: None

Summary: When Draco gets called in by Scorpius’ potions teacher, he gets a pleasant surprise when he finds out who it is

Word count: 885

Note: In this imagine, Harry never got together with Ginny, and Albus Potter doesn’t exist (I’m sorry okay don’t shoot me)

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Draco Malfoy never thought he’d be walking the stone corridors of Hogwarts School again. And yet there he was, expensive black Italian leather shoes making no noise on the silent stone corridors that lead to the potions classroom.

He’d been called in by a ‘Mr Potter’ to discuss his son’s progress in Potions that year, and fought back a wave of emotion at the sound of the name. He mustn’t let himself get his hopes up - the surname ‘Potter’ must be very common. He found himself, fist raised, about to knock on the door to the classroom he hadn’t entered in years.

Three sharp knocks echoed along the stone corridor.

“Come in.” called a voice from behind the door.

The door swung open, and Draco felt his breath catch in his throat, as he saw the mop of brown shaggy hair bent over some parchment. Cliche really, but he couldn’t help himself. He’d always had a curious liking for Potter, which was something he’d never admit to of course. After a few seconds, the professor looked up from his writing.

The exact same glittering green eyes met his from behind the same round glasses. A grin broke out across Harry’s face.

“Draco Malfoy?” he asked, though more as a statement that a question.

“Harry Potter?” Draco replied, much in the same manner.

Harry nodded as he gestured for Draco to take the seat opposite him, which he did, smoothing out a non existent crease in his crisp, black suit. There was a moment of awkward silence, until Potter took the inicitave to break it.

“So, how’ve things been for you Draco?” Harry asked, pushing his glasses up, something that Draco had always found oddly attractive.

“Nothing too interesting.” swallowed Draco, tugging at his tight collar. “Me and Astoria got divorced a while back, and Scorpius came to live with me. It can be difficult at times, but we manage. How about you, Potter? Met anyone special yet?”

“Nope, not unless you count my cat.” laughed Harry, watching as Draco managed to momentarily excited but still smoulderingly sexy at the same time.

The bastard.

“Anyway, you called me in to discuss Scorpius’ progress in Potions?” asked Draco, diverting the conversation away from personal matters.

“Yes, yes I did.” said Harry, running his fingers through his still disheveled hair. “Scorpius is doing exceptionally well in Potions classes, so much so that I think he finds lessons almost insultingly easy. I am of the opinion that he be moved up a year group for Potions classes, to challenge him further. I called you in merely to ask for your permission for this to go ahead. Do I have this permission?”

After a moment of silence, Harry repeated his question, snapping Draco out of his trance.

“Yes, yes of course you do.” muttered Draco, attention still elsewhere.

Merlin, Potter had aged well. He’d lost his skinny frame and filled out in muscle, with strong arms and a toned chest under his tight t-shirt.

“Do you want to come get a butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks with me?” blurted Draco, mentally slapping himself when he saw the surprised look on Potter’s face. He breathed an almost audible sigh of relief when Harry smiled.

“Of course Draco.”

*time skip*

“Draco…” Harry began awkwardly. They were far done with butterbeer and had moved on to firewhiskey some time ago, yet it didn’t make the initiation of this conversation any easier.

“I know what you’re going to ask Harry. You’re going to ask why I didn’t reveal your identity to Belatrix and the others all those years ago? Why I refused to let them torture you?” muttered Draco, allowing one strand of white blonde hair to stray into his eyes before brushing it out of the way.

“Yes, that was what I was intending to ask. You hated me Malfoy. Why save me?” asked Harry, downing the remains of his glass and setting it to one side, looking the blonde straight in the eye.

“You’ll probably think I’m rather an idiot after this, but I intend to say it anyway.” began Draco. “I’ve always liked you Potter, in more than just a friendly way. I suppose I tried to hide it, because then what would my father say? His only son, pureblood Malfoy, a fag? He would have disowned me. But I don’t really care about him any more, I just care about saying this to you, right now. I didn’t reveal who you were because how could I stand to torture the only thing I’d ever had in my life at that point that I truly loved? And now I’m aware that I’m just nervously babbling and-”

Harry cut Draco off by pressing one long, slim finger over his lips, the touch sending shivers through both of them.

“I’ve always had feelings for you too Draco.” laughed Harry. “I suppose we could have saved ourselves a lot of shit had we just admitted our feelings for each other.”

There was a moment of silence that quickly became uncomfortable, as Draco’s piercing dark eyes met Harry’s smouldering green ones.

“Harry, I’m going to kiss you now, because I honestly don’t think I can physically restrain myself.” breathed Draco.

“I’ve been waiting to hear those words for a decade Malfoy. Do your worst.”

Storybook Romance

Requested by Anon

Summary: “A stranger comes to Camelot from a far away place, and Merlin falls head over heels for her. She’s pretty and silly and clumsy and awkward and loves books and never seems to stop smiling. She’s basically the Girl version of Merlin. Merlin can’t help but to smile like a fool whenever she delivers books to the physician’s quarters.”

Warnings: Fluffy fluff and suspicious parental unit Gaius

A/N: This is a super cute trope. Also, this isn’t exactly like the request that was sent in, but I combined some elements of this request in one of my upcoming fic requests. Thanks for requesting, Anon!

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Harry was the true definition of a gentleman. Sure he had a short fuse when dealing with villains, but with everyone else he was unfailingly polite. 

And that included the medical staff at the Kingsman estate. Harry was a model patient, listening to the doctor’s, taking his medication, never complaining about physiotherapy, always following orders. He was a joy in comparison to James or any other Kingsman really.

Or so he thought.

You see Harry had a bit of an adverse reaction to both anesthetic and certain pain medications. It made him loopy. And belligerent. And flirty. And once think he could fly if he tied a bedsheet around his neck.

But he didn’t know this because once the worst of it wore off he never remembered his actions. And he would be devastated if he knew that he had rolled over in bed and smacked his bare ass and suggested the nurse could put the needle or anything else she liked there.

And Merlin could not stand to see Harry upset. 

So he scrubbed all videos and reports of any hint of misbehaviour. Doctors and nurses were asked to not discuss his little mishaps. All the Kingsman agents were bribed, blackmailed, and flat out threatened to never a speak a word of what they had seen Harry do while high as a kite.

25 years Merlin had kept this secret for Harry. From Harry. It was exhausting, but for Merlin worth it. Every time Harry was smug to another agent about what a good patient he was, Merlin easily agreed and casually held a gun behind Harry if it looked like the other agent was about to spill the truth.

Only of course Eggsy.

Harry was sitting in the bed, pain medication dialed way back for the cracked ribs and broken wrist. He and Merlin were sharing breakfast as they always did when Harry was in the hospital wing. They always shared breakfast when they could.

Eggsy strolled in and grinned at Harry. “Oh good Merlin got all the make up off of you.”

And Merlin realized all of a sudden that Eggsy didn’t know the rule. He stood quickly. “Eggsy lad, I need your assistance elsewhere.” Merlin went over to him, but Eggsy easily sidestepped.

“Seriously bruv, who would thought a guy all busted up like that could move that quick?” Eggsy asked.

Harry looked at him in confusion. “We were in a mission and danger of course I moved quickly.”

“No bruv, when we got back here, and you were high on the meds and took off -” Eggsy didn’t finish the sentence, because there was a short kidney jab which surprised the hell out of him and when he turned to confront his attacker, Merlin put a shoulder into his stomach and carried him out of the room.

Harry could just see them through the small window gesturing wildly, Eggsy yelling, Merlin getting in his face. Harry watched Merlin pull a gun and Eggsy hold up his hands in peace and walk away.


Merlin came back into the room, straightening his sweater. He sat down and sipped his coffee. “You need to eat, Harry, rebuild your strength.”

“What was that about, make up?” Harry asked. 

Merlin shook his head. “A poor joke about the salve they had put on your cheek for that cut. It is a new design from our medical team, and is rather red on initial application. Almost looked like cheap rouge.”

“Ah.” Harry said agreeably. “And the carry out?”

“Lad hasn’t filled out his mission report. Ye know how seriously I take those.”

“Of course.” Harry agreed. “We should save that danish for Nurse Gregson, you know she has a sweet tooth.”

Merlin smiled and kissed Harry’s unhurt cheek. “Ye are so nice to the staff.”

“A gentleman should never make people’s jobs more difficult than they need to be.”

“Of course.” Merlin said.

Harry would never know the truth. Never.


Whoa hey, not a prompt fill! This AU is purely out of my own Kingsman starved brain so I hope you enjoy.

It is a bit longer than usual so you might want to check it out on AO3 here.

I’ll sort this mess out when I get back.

That was the promise he had made when he left, and Harry had tried to work on the solution for a bit on the plane ride before turning in for a rest. It never helped to head into a mission with a lack of sleep, and he wasn’t so upset he couldn’t fall asleep without much trouble.

He just hadn’t realized how long it would take to sort.

By the time he came back, scar grooved through his hairline, things had changed. Eggsy, Roxy, and Merlin had saved the world, and he was up for a promotion. The eldest and most experienced Kingsman. Arthur.

“Bottom line Merlin, how many positions do we have to fill.”

“It seems as if Arthur only had time to talk to a couple of agents before he went up against Eggsy, both of them from our branch. Percival and Gareth were both lost. Considering your change of position from Galahad to Arthur that leaves us with three openings.”

Information moved across the screen as evenly as Merlin’s voice, but Harry knew him. Know how each loss hurt because it cut him just as deeply. They’d known these men for ages, and while the nature of their work meant they didn’t go out to the pub after work on a regular basis they were still close in the way that people who risk their lives together are.

“Lancelot is still new, the world is going to shit with half the world leaders dead or injured, though thankfully we’ve got a bit of reprieve as some of the crime networks offed off quite a few of their own,  but it is imperative we fill these positions quickly.” There was a quick tap at his clipboard and Eggsy’s profile filled the left half of the screen, information filling in the right. “The obvious choice is to have Eggsy fill your position. He was a top finalist, and honestly I’ve never been fond of the dog test myself. We teach them not to endanger lives if possible and then ask them to shoot an innocent creature in the head. You’ve seen the footage, you know how well he did against Valentine. I’m sure if we both propose to instate him as Galahad immediately no one else will argue. Then we would only have two positions to fill.”

Harry stared at the screen, fingers steepled, and it took a moment for Merlin to even realize he hadn’t given his consent.



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