#Background Drarry

[schmem14]

Dear Diary

@sapphicmicrofics​​​​​​

Pairing: Parvati Patil/Pansy Parkinson Rating: T WC: 50

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Dear Diary,

Harry wouldn’t dance with me. It wasn’t my fault I fell into Pansy’s arms. If the boys were going to brood and ogle one another across the ballroom, why shouldn’t I enjoy Draco’s gorgeous cotton candy confection left unmoored on the dance floor? Turns out, she tastes divine.

[shealynn88]

Know That You Don't Own Me

150 words for prompt, "Thrill."

The door shuts heavily behind Draco, and Harry wilts.

“All right?” Sirius asks.

Glaring, Harry huffs. “Of course not. Merlin, the two of you!”

“You know he only does it to wind you up. You’re playing right into his hands, love.”

“Well, it’s not just that, is it? You’re always touching him.”

Sirius tips his head, an odd glint in his eye. “Surely you trust your own boyfriend.”

“It’s not about him, Sirius!" Harry growls, his entire body flashing hot. "You’re just, it’s… The way you…”

“If it’s not about Draco, then what is it?” There’s a dangerous edge to Sirius’s smile. The thrill of victory. Checkmate.

Harry swallows. He’s caught. “What? I meant, of course it’s about Draco. What else would it be?”

Sirius takes a step and reaches for him. Touches his neck. Thumbs his jaw.

Harry shivers.

“You only ever had to ask, love,” Sirius says gently.

Now a teeny multichapter: [Part 1]

Read it on Ao3

[hp-lawofattraction-fest]

The DOUBT of yesterday's pair!

Closet Space

Creator: nocturn Sub-theme: Doubt Rating: T Word count: 3910 Warnings/tags: Romance, Cottagecore, Weddings, split POV, Femslash, Lesbian Pansy Parkinson, Bisexual Ginny Weasley, Mutual Pining, There Was Only One Bed, and they were ROOMMATES, Alcohol, Implied/Referenced Prior Substance Abuse, RIP Molly Weasley, Side note: apparently pigs eat anything?

Summary:

Ginny shifts onto one foot and realizes she should probably say something semi-coherent. "So our exes are getting married," she offers. At least it feels like she's offering—it’s not quite a peace offering, but an offering nonetheless. "And I'm getting drunk," Pansy finishes. She flings her handbag over her shoulder, strides across the room, and pulls open the door. Then she glances over her shoulder and says, "Coming, Weasley?"

Read it on AO3!

And then find out how @digthewriter interpreted its opposite and go check out FAITH (you gotta have faith!)

[cailynwrites]

Libiamo (amor fra' calici più caldi baci avrà) by khasael - a Podfic

Happy Birthday Ronniekins!!!! I'm so excited for this one. I've clearly been on a Pansy kick, and this ETL relationship between Ron and Pansy is *chef's kiss*.

Libiamo! (amor fra' calici più caldi baci avrà) by khasael Rating: E Tags: Humor, Smut Length: 2:01:19 Summary:

Ron and Pansy find themselves in each other's company quite often, due to their best friends being Auror partners. But an evening with a bottle of Liquore del Prisma changes everything.

Listen on AO3

[littlewinnow]

Unfinished comic inspired by Draco mentioning farmers markets in cursed child?? 😭

[faiell]

inspired by a scene from this heaven of mud by @garagepaperback

Sitting near but far, legs spilled off the edge of the bed, Potter turned to look at him. There were two wide windows on either side of the bed, drapes drawn back. The lights in Draco’s bedroom were off but it didn’t matter, the flat being in the city. Draco learned it was called light pollution- It meant you couldn’t see the stars. It meant it was much harder not to see what was right in front of you.

Potter looked beautiful. It should have ended months ago, preferably before it started.

[maladaptivewriting]

the best drarry tropes all flourish in the way ron and hermione are written. both of harry’s friends knowing he’s (1) gay and (2) in love with draco before he knows? incredible.

hermione and (especially) ron shipping drarry? absolutely incredible, i eat it up every time.

it also makes sense for harry’s friends to see more of his good qualities than he might see in himself. and them overcoming their distaste of draco because they love harry? that’s beautiful.

[itsphantasmagoria]

Follies of an Ornamental Hermit (E, 95k)

An upcoming fic and art collab between @mallstars and myself!

Tags: POV Draco, Slowburn, Librarian Draco Malfoy, Dark Academia, Musician Draco Malfoy, the Gryffindors are Up To Something, Hot Ron Weasley, Garden Hermits, Polar Night, Microplastics, Water Aerobics, Ghosts and Sprites and an Abundance of Magic

(mallstars AO3) (my AO3)

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Mallstars and I are very excited to announce we have a collab in the works! If you enjoy dark academia, Draco POV, librarian Draco, mallstars' freakin AMAZING writing (seriously if you haven't read her stuff yet YOU SHOULD), and art by yours truly, you will want to read this.

We're hoping to start posting in the beginning of 2024, but thought it would be fun to tease with art from the first chapter! 😃

[sacrificialwham]

"Come here."

I reread 'find a new place to be from' again and although every scene in that fic is a master piece I think this moment between Harry and Draco is my favorite. Harry going after what he wants always makes me weak.

[reliand]

I really wanted to draw Draco in the babygirl midriff hoodie, but I’m also gifting this to @mxlfoydraco since they seemed enthusiastic to the idea <3

It was just going to be the hoodie, but then I wanted fishnets. And why not the imprint of his dick...and of course the look wouldn’t be complete without a blushing Harry.

[blorger]

“Um.” The man was obviously mental, and somehow he had a remote control flamethrower , but Harry tried to be polite, particularly with adults who were scary. “Have you gone mental?” he asked politely. “Fuck!” said the man. “All right, then,” Harry said, slowly edging away.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” the man demanded. He was holding some kind of phial with an orange liquid in it. “How did you get here?” Harry asked, looking around the man to see if he could find another exit. “What?” the man said, sounding irritated. “Potter, I’m trying to help you!” Harry looked up at the man. “Is that what we’re calling kidnapping these days?” The man’s mouth opened, then closed. His face changed colour twice—first pink, then a sickish grey. “Kidnapping?” he croaked. “That’s generally what people call it when a kid gets nabbed.” Harry pushed his glasses up. “Nabbed?” the man said, still with that stricken look. “Isn’t that what you did?” They stood there, Harry on the stoop and the man just outside of it, the frown smoothing out of the man’s face almost in slow-motion, as though he was realizing something one thought at a time. When his face finally stopped its incremental fall, the man looked almost soft, his eyes somehow shining in the dim light of the street. Then he swallowed hard. “Oh,” he said, quietly. Harry wondered if the man was finally realizing he was absolutely mental.

from Away Childish Things by lettered

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

The Scent of You (Inside Me)

E, very explicit, 9k

Just because the war ended didn’t mean that Draco had to be nice to Potter. Their fights continued, their arguing never mellowed, and it landed them in detention, smack dab in the middle of the Forbidden Forest—again. Oh, and Potter was in heat too.

Some Tags: Omega Verse, Alpha Draco Malfoy, Omega Harry Potter, Riding, Slick, A lot of Slick, Slick as Lube, Inappropriate Use of Slick, Come Sharing, Possessive Harry Potter, Harry Rubs his Slick into Draco's Skin, Eighth Year

Ao3

This is probably the raunchiest thing I've ever written which is not typically my style, but I was asked to be a pinch hitter for hdowlpost and this was one of the giftee's interests and I decided either I was going to go big or go home when it came to my first Omega Verse of this caliber.

[lulublack90]

Part two of The Way They Were

Harry continues renovating Grimmauld Place under the watchful eye of Draco. He visits Privet Drive and vows to never step foot in it again. Narcissa invites him over for lunch and Draco appears at Grimmauld with another box for Harry this time from Remus.

Or

OMG Sirius wore the skirts!!!

[sircarebearalot]

requited unrequited

so there was something going around a while ago when people where discussing 'requited unrequited' and how it's hilarious,

i didn't think too hard about it but like yes ITS SO FUNNY

the idea that both parties think the other has a crush on them and is too polite/embarrassed to shoot them down

and then their actual respective love interests are losing their mind

ITS GOLD ITS FUNNY WHAT DO YOU MEAN

and i deadass haven't seen a single fic like this, can someone drop a fic rec if they know anything and they belong to the following fandoms????

[littlewinnow]

How do I look away now that I have seen you?

- Rachel Mennies, from “April 18, 2017,” The Naomi Letters

(Maybe Draco’s stressed abt university exams & Harry helps him out)

[drarrypotterrenaissance]

A Glimmer of Hope

Once both you and your soulmate come of age, you can see shimmering sparkles, like a heat map, on things they’ve recently touched. A casual inter-house quidditch match between the returning eighth years gets a bit competitive, and Harry discovers that there's a lot more waiting for him on the other side of the war than he expected. For @harryjamespotterweek 2023, Day 5 (Quidditch, Soulmate AU) Rated T, 1.6k words. Read on ao3 here

The air whipped against his face, the sun made him squint his eyes, and Harry felt truly alive for maybe the first time since he had died. The summer had been hard, and choosing to come back for a final year at Hogwarts had been even more difficult, but this, this felt good. In the air, on a broomstick, Harry felt like he was a million miles away from the rubble on the other side of the castle, he felt like he had left all the sorrow and death behind him, and he felt like maybe it had all been worth it after all.

Of course, Malfoy had chosen that moment to collide with him, ramming him with his shoulder and knocking Harry off course. It was only a scrimmage, a casual match for the newly-christened ‘eighth year’ students to enjoy as part of a new intramural league set up to ease the blow of being excluded from the official quidditch tournament, but of course Malfoy was taking it seriously. Harry thought, as he rubbed his now-bruised shoulder, that he should perhaps be angry at Malfoy for still being so competitive, so needlessly combative during a match like this, but more than anything he felt relieved.

Everyone had been walking on eggshells the last few days, with no one quite sure how to return to lessons and friendships after a war. Even Malfoy had been infuriatingly polite and withdrawn, speaking quietly to Harry and a few others, offering sincere apologies and not expecting forgiveness, and Harry had hated it. The War was over, the suffering should end at some point too, but it seemed like it never would, and Harry just wanted things to be normal, even if he was beginning to suspect he had never truly known what that was. So, to have Draco Malfoy antagonize him during a quidditch match, petty and sneering and taunting and normal, felt like the best thing in the world.

Harry straightened himself on his broom and took off down the pitch, back in the direction of Malfoy, determined now to beat him to the snitch. He was still a few broomlengths away when he spotted it, circling near the base of a Slytherin goal post. Harry put on a burst of speed, Malfoy shadowing him so closely their knees kept knocking, and they were almost there, hands reaching out and only a foot off the ground, when the snitch looped around and came closer to Harry. They both grabbed at it, Malfoy just catching the end of a wing before Harry had it in his fist and Draco was toppling off the end of his broom.

The Gryffindors in the stands went wild, and Harry could hear Ron’s shouts of triumph from the other end of the pitch. Beaming, Harry raised the snitch in his still closed fist, realizing distantly that this was the first time he’d held one since that last walk through the Forest. He looked up at it, trying not to think about what came after that walk, what happened at the end, when-

Harry noticed something odd. One of the snitch’s wings was glittering strangely, as though it was coated in a hazy heat wave. Gingerly, he touched the glimmering wing tip and found that, although it looked as if it were radiating heat, it only tingled a little to the touch, still feeling like metal cooled by the wind.

Harry hadn’t found his soulmate yet, and he hadn’t spent much time thinking about it either. He’d only been eighteen for a month and change, and since he’d never expected to make it that far he hadn’t given much thought to who his soulmate was. Ron and Hermione hadn’t said much to him about it either. He knew it was a private thing, something for a couple to discover for themselves and to only share when they were ready, and his friends had chosen to ignore their own bond until the end of the fighting. He could still remember waking up one morning in the Forest of Dean, dragging himself out to the campfire and pausing at the entrance of the tent, not wanting to intrude on the private moment he had just walked in on. It must have been Ron’s birthday, although they’d lost track of time again and hadn’t felt much like celebrating besides. But when Harry saw the two of them by the fire, he was sure that Ron must have turned eighteen, because he and Hermione were both looking at a mug in something close to awe, each taking turns touching it gently, as though it might shatter apart if they made a sound. Finally, Hermione had schooled her features, and said, “We shouldn’t… not until- after it’s all over.”

Ron had looked pained, gazing at Hermione with something that could only be described as love and longing, before nodding and quietly saying, “Alright. Whatever you want, ‘Mione,” then leaning in and kissing her gently on the forehead. Harry had ducked back into the tent at that point, and he had pretended not to notice the way Ron looked around at all the things Hermione had recently touched, seeing a shimmer visible only to him when he came in a minute later.

Of course, Hermione’s resolve to wait on their happily ever after hadn’t held out until the end of the war, and she had kissed Ron in the Chamber of Secrets only two months later. Harry privately thought that she had made the right choice – despite her somewhat awful timing, it was nice to see his two friends finally together, openly in love, and it didn’t make sense to wait on a future that might never come, when they could be together for however many moments they had left.

Unfortunately, when Harry reflected on his best friends’ happiness after the War he was still happy for them, but found that he also felt empty inside, as though their connection had scooped out something from inside of him, far larger and more crucial than the portion of Voldemort’s soul had been. He was lonely, he had realized, and it seemed like such a petty thing to complain about in the ruin and grief left in the aftermath of everything they had come through, but something in his brain had flickered with hope at the idea of finding his own soulmate. He hadn’t been eighteen yet though, and so he pushed his feelings down and went to more funerals, alone within the grieving crowds.

Harry hadn’t thought much about his soulmate over the summer, but suddenly a conversation with Ron came back to him.

“It’s the most incredible thing, Harry. Everything Hermione touches, I can see. There’s some sort of glimmer, or something, all hazy around where her fingers were, and it’s just for me, I’m the only one who can see it.” He had looked rapturous, and Harry had been so happy for him, and almost sick with emptiness at the same time.

Now, Harry thought he understood what Ron had meant. The tip of one wing of the snitch was unlike anything else he’d ever seen, and when he looked closely he thought he could make out the smudge of fingerprints from a grasping hand. It was incredible, Harry thought, looking at the little glimmers shifting in the sunlight; he had a soulmate.

It shouldn’t have been such a shock. Everyone had a soulmate, and for most wixen it was only a matter of time until they met theirs, yet it had always seemed like such an unreachable concept for Harry, something he had never expected to live long enough to enjoy, and then something tamped down by grief. But now, looking at the shimmer on the struggling snitch still clasped in his hand, Harry could feel his world shifting. The impossible was turning into the inevitable, and everything seemed to be falling into place all at once for him. He felt good, for the first time in ages, warmed by the sun and the rush of competition and finally feeling like things were back to normal because Draco Malfoy was still a competitive arsehole, even if he was remorseful for his part in all the tragedy.

Harry rubbed his aching shoulder again, trying to think fast. The other members of the eighth year team were circling the pitch, and would be coming down to land beside him in a moment. He knew who his soulmate was, and it made all the sense in the world, because of course it would be Malfoy. Draco Malfoy, who had tormented him, who Harry had followed and watched, who had always been focused on getting Harry’s attention and who had risked quite a lot to save Harry at the Manor, only to be saved by Harry in return a few months later. Of course, it was Malfoy, they’d been in each other’s orbit since the very beginning, obsessive and intense and every other strong feeling except for love. So, of course, the universe would see to that too.

Harry took a deep breath and looked around. Ron was going to land in just a second, the rest of the team would be close behind. Draco was a few feet away, returning to his fellow Slytherins with only a faint air of frustration surrounding him, and none of the anger Harry had grown accustomed to watching lash out after other lost matches. Harry was standing in the sun, truly enjoying the peace they had won for the first time after the war, and he decided that he wanted to see how far it could go. Turning away from the swarming Gryffindors, he held out his hand and called out, watching Malfoy turn around to regard him with an open, curious expression.

“Hey Draco, I think there’s something you should see.”