#Carey 'W'recs Wednesday

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

we have heard on high

oflights @oflights

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger,Madam Rosmerta/George Weasley, Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Getting Together, Dating, Chocolatier Draco Malfoy, Woodcutter Harry Potter, Chocolate, Trees, Flowers, Singing, Ferret Draco Malfoy, Tree Sex, Drinking, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, H/D Erised 2023, Christmas Carols, Tattooed Harry Potter, Sectumsempra Scars (Harry Potter), Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s)Language: English Collections: H/D Erised 2023 Words: 34,734

Summary:

Reeling from the fallout of a bad breakup, Harry decides to find out who his soulmate is. The bad news: it's Draco Malfoy. The good news: Malfoy doesn't seem to know they're soulmates. The worst news: Harry might be falling for him anyway.

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Excerpt:

“You really are cute as a ferret,” Harry says later. The shop is closed for the night, poor Benjamin has finally been sent home, and Draco has let Harry into the back kitchen, where he’s putting trays of chocolate in the cold cupboard to chill for the night.

Draco gives him a glare, but it seems perfunctory, and after a moment where Harry realizes he’s assessing whether he means it, he tips his nose in the air with a sniff. “Of course I am. Much cuter than that weasel.”

“Well—”

“I can quite easily throw you out of here, you know.”

“There’s no question that you’re cuter than weasel George,” Harry says, finding he means it as he says it. Draco looks assessing again, before turning back to spelling a few molds clean, and Harry watches with delight as a flush crawls up the back of his neck.

He sidles up to the counter, leaning his hip against it and crowding in close. Draco hastily brings out a stack of chocolate bars, shiny and crisp, fanning them across a marble cutting board, concentrating very hard on that as Harry leans in further.

“I’m a bit biased, of course,” Harry says, voice lowered carefully. That back-of-the-neck flush is so close now, and Harry can see it spreading up to Draco’s cheeks.

“Oh?” Draco asks, just the tiniest bit of a shake in his voice. Harry nods, and he thinks Draco can feel it; a particularly unruly lock of his hair brushes the side of Draco’s face.

“Right. Because we’re—well, I’d like—you’re my boyfriend, aren’t you? So of course I think you’re cuter.”

Draco sucks in a breath, and Harry feels that. He watches Draco carefully, can see the smallest twitches in his face at this distance, the way he bites his bottom lip. His hand has the slightest tremor as he picks up a nearby knife and begins chopping up the chocolate bars one by one, steadying as he goes.

“Am I your boyfriend, then?” he asks, eyes rapt on the chocolate. Harry finds himself following his gaze for a moment, watching the chocolate break into shards, listening to the satisfying snaps of the pieces and taps of the knife.

“I’d like you to be,” Harry says, and he looks back at Draco’s face when the knife pauses. Still careful, he adds, “Do you want to be?”

At this point, Draco has kissed him, snogged him, held his hand; he’s dated him rather thoroughly. He’s agreed to all of Harry’s suggestions and propositions and he’s offered some of his own. But he hasn’t outright said how he feels about Harry, and while it’s clear he’s been enjoying himself, Harry finds he needs to hear something real.

Harry knows what he’s asking—are you here with me? He doesn’t want to fall on his own again, not for the one person meant to fall for him in return.

Draco looks down at his chopped-up chocolate pieces. He sets the knife down, and Harry’s nearly disappointed; he loves watching Draco work, will treasure this extended look at it.

But the disappointment clears quickly when Draco twists to the side a bit, facing Harry. He lifts his chin almost defiantly when he says, “Yes. I think I’d like that.”

“Oh, I know you will,” Harry says, and he cups Draco’s cheek and brings his face lower so he can kiss him.

Draco moves his whole body into the kiss, pressing against Harry head to toe. Harry’s back digs into the counter a bit but he can’t possibly mind the position, sandwiched as he is by Draco’s warmth, his lovely scent and the soft, plush press of his mouth on his. He’s open and inviting, and Harry’s almost giddy when they break apart a moment, his smile uncontrollable.

“You’re my boyfriend, then?”

Draco nods, swallowing hard a moment, before saying, “I am. And you’re mine.”

“I am. Merlin, that’s terrific.”

Harry can feel the heat that spreads over Draco’s face at that; he absolutely treasures it. He kisses along the tops of Draco’s pink cheeks, plants something particularly wet and loud on Draco’s jaw, and feels like he’s got Felix Felicis running through his veins when Draco lets out a soft little laugh.

“You’re absurd,” Draco tells him, and Harry just grins back at him until Draco leans in and starts the kiss up again.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: Nothing Gold Can Stay

Moonflower_Rose @moonflower-rose

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Gawain Robards, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Auror Draco Malfoy, Unspeakable Harry Potter, Auror Ron Weasley, Healer Hermione Granger, Magical Accidents, Parallel Universes, Mention of past Mpreg, Mention of potential future mpreg, Mention of Past Canon Torture, Mention of past non-canon torture, Mention of minor body image issues, Pining, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Established Relationship, Brief Misunderstandings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Support, Vulnerability, Getting Together, casual affection, First Time, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Mutual Masturbation, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, The London Aquarium, Magical creatures that probably shouldn't be pets, Bad Cooking, Drinking, Gratuitous Descriptions of Food and Eating, Best read after dinner or with a snack, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, H/D Erised 2023, Mutual Pining, Domesticity

Summary:

One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of. Draco Malfoy is on the case.

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Excerpt under the cut due to possible spoiler...

Excerpt:

“We have three children, Draco and I.” Potter’s voice grew soft. “James, Al and Lily.”

Time seemed to slow, then, to a syrupy crawl. Draco couldn’t take his eyes from Potter. He felt like he might be making a gormless sort of face but caring about that was about as far from his thoughts as possible. Breathing was barely on the agenda.

“James is the eldest, named for my dad. We call him Jamie most of the time, but he’s about to go to Hogwarts so he’s working on a rebrand to make himself seem cooler. Wants us to call him ‘Ruby’.” Potter snorted softly. “His middle name is Rubeus, for Hagrid.”

Potter looked at Draco with a tiny smile. “I don’t know if he’s told you this here, but Hagrid saved us, really. He took me when I was a baby to my aunt and uncle, and he really didn’t want to leave me there, cried all over me, not that I remember it. Saw it in a Pensieve once. But he took me away from them too, right on the dot of midnight when I turned eleven. He was the one who told me I was magic, and told me the truth about my parents, and stood up to my shit family. Hagrid was there for me my whole life. So we named our boy James Rubeus. Hagrid cried all over me again after we told him.”

“I can only imagine the state of your shirt after that one,” Draco said mildly, and Potter huffed a small laugh.

“So. Everyone calls him Ruby at the moment, and Hagrid’s his godfather, and he’s got black hair like me, but he has your eyes.” Potter flinched, then corrected, “Draco’s eyes.”

Draco’s heart felt like it skipped several beats, then returned with a hard thump. “Who’s next?”

Potter smiled again. “Then there’s Al—that’s short for Alphard Alastor. The first bit is after an uncle of Sirius’ who left him money after his parents disowned him. I don’t know much about him but I always appreciated him for that. And the other bit. Erm. I don’t know if you remember Mad-Eye…”

Draco’s eyes widened. “Not the ferret guy.”

Potter bit his lips and rubbed his hand over his mouth, but there was nothing that could hide his smile. “Erm, yeah. I had a bit of a soft spot for him and he died while trying to protect me from Voldemort. I’m a bit sentimental about it. But that one was slightly more of an aggressive negotiation.”

“I fucking bet it was,” Draco said.

“You came around, though.”

“I’d love to know how you convinced me. Him.”

“I have my ways.” And that was so laden with innuendo that Draco felt himself go red, and he abruptly understood how his other self could have been persuaded to name his own son after someone who had turned him unwillingly into a rodent.

“Al is like a little clone of me unless he opens his mouth, and then he’s you to the bone. I’ve never been rinsed so hard by a child since I was at school with you.” It was said with such fondness that Draco almost wanted to cry, to grab Potter, to kiss him and make a fucking baby with him right there in the becrumbed sheets. But it wasn’t this Harry that he wanted to do those things with. Not really.

“And then there’s Lily. That’s mum’s name. Lily Arabella, we nearly made it Arabella Lily but then you quite rightly pointed out that Bella would be the natural diminutive and we both decided we didn’t need that reminder for the rest of our lives. She’s the baby, only two, or she will be soon. We call her Belly, because Al couldn’t say Lily and called her Billy at first and it was just too stupidly cute to correct him, and by the time she was learning her own name she would just scream Belly at the top of her lungs and it wasn’t worth the trouble to correct her when that was also extremely fucking cute. She’s got your hair and my eyes, and your pointy chin and all my sass. She’s so naughty, Draco, it's incredible. We have so much fun.” Potter’s face crumpled. “Fuck.”

“Oh,” Draco said, as Potter’s shoulders started to shake. “Oh, I…”

“What if I can’t get back, what if I never see them again—”

He didn’t let himself think, he just slid himself closer until his arms were around Potter again.

“I’ll find a way, I promise you. I promise you.” Draco’s voice was low, soothing, his hand in Potter’s hair. “I’ve got you. I’ll do everything I can to get you home, Harry.”

“Thank you.” He felt it more than heard it, and he held Potter tightly and murmured to him.

“Your children sound beautiful. Especially the ones who are just like me.” Potter laughed wetly. “Can’t help but notice the names are very Potter-coded. Nothing even remotely astrological. More evidence of your powers of persuasion, I suppose.”

“That was all your idea, actually,” Potter sniffed, and pulled a hankie from his pocket. “You said—Draco said—when they started at Hogwarts they could choose their own constellation if they wanted to and we’d make it official with the Ministry. No more ‘burdensome gothic nonsense’, I think your words were. Ruby is going in September and he’s picked Betelgeuse.”

“That’s not a constellation,” Draco said, scandalised. “Salazar’s manky—”

“That’s what my Draco said as well, but not to Ruby’s face. He’s sticking to this autonomy thing even if it gives him hives.”

“Any early preferences from the other two?” Betelgeuse! His father would roll in his grave.

“Al wants Leo, which is so funny to me because he seems a born Slytherin, but Draco said he told him at bathtime once that it’s because he wants his initials to sound the same as his name does if you said them together—AAL. Such a typically weird and Al thing to say.” Potter smiled, and his eyes were faraway. “Belly’s too young, but her favourite page in the astronomy book has always been Ursa Minor. She’s chewed nearly the whole corner off that page. She’s also a bit partial to Sirius and I haven’t discouraged her. I think that would be pretty cool, actually.”

They sat in companionable silence for a while, and Potter sipped his tea. Draco’s shirt was wet again, but it was about the last thing on his mind. He wanted to ask to see the photographs on Potter’s mobile. No doubt there would be photographs of the whole family, and his curiosity poked at the idea like a tongue prodding the socket of a lost tooth. He didn’t ask Potter to show him that, though. It had been hard enough when Potter had looked on his own. That wouldn’t be fair.

“I always thought,” Draco found the words spilling out without thought. “If I had a son, I’d call him—”

“Scorpius.” Potter smiled when Draco looked at him. “Yeah, I know. I’ve been working on you for just one more. I think you’re coming around.”

“Your Draco is,” Draco said gently. “Potter—”

“Could you please call me Harry?” Potter interrupted. “Please. I promise you I understand that you’re not him, I know I keep getting the words muddled up. It would just be a comfort to me, if you could call me Harry.”

“Of course I can,” Draco said, and his heart tore into ever more numerous pieces. “Harry.”

Potter closed his eyes and smiled.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

Never Mind the Bollocks

The_Sinking_Ship @the-sinking-ship

Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Viktor Krum, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Slow Burn, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Reluctant Celebrity Harry Potter, Celebrities, Party, Clubbing, Heavy Drinking, Blacking Out, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcohol, Marijuana, Cigarettes, Smoking, Semi-Public Sex, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), Angst, Pining, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, anger issues, Blood and Violence, Action, Magical fight scenes, Blow Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, BAMF Harry Potter, Skateboarder Harry Potter, Running From The Cops, Anti-Aurors, Uniform Kink, Banter, Bad Haircuts, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Silver Trio | Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson & Blaise Zabini Friendship, Found Family, Family of Choice, Touch-Averse Harry Potter, Jealousy, auror abuse of power, Kidnapping, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, H/D Erised 2023

Summary:

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.

And yet, here he was.

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Excerpt:

Harry peered back down the hallway, and when he saw no one watching, he pushed his way past Malfoy into what turned out to be the toilet, shutting the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked.

Harry crossed the room to the sink where a cigarette burned, smoke curling from the tip. Harry Vanished it.

"Hey!"

"Your rules, not mine," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"Oh fuck off, Potter. Go torture someone else."

"Since when is being around me torture?"

"Honestly? Since pretty much forever."

"What? Why?"

Harry was used to Malfoy's sharp tongue, unbothered by his cutting remarks, but he thought they were getting along. Maybe he wasn't doing the best job hiding his attraction, but he behaved and kept his hands to himself. That was more than Malfoy could say and he wasn’t even in Harry’s predicament.

"Because you're impossible," he said. "Look at you."

Harry glanced down dumbly because he didn't know what else to do.

Malfoy snorted without humour. "What are you even doing here? Why aren't you off staring dopily at Oliver Wood?"

"He had to leave."

"What a pity," Malfoy said, voice flat.

"What's your problem with Oliver?"

Malfoy's lips pressed into a thin line, colour blooming on his cheeks. "You fucked him. That's what you said when I asked if you were interested in men. Besides an old crush on a dead schoolmate, you said you fucked Oliver Wood after you got out of school."

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, willing it all to make sense.

Malfoy growled. "Shall I be expecting him round the flat tonight, then?"

"He invited me back to his hotel." Harry lifted his hand to show Malfoy his palm.

Malfoy grabbed his wrist a touch too hard, yanking it close to his face though he barely glanced at the writing.

"Are you going?"

"I haven't decided," Harry replied truthfully.

Malfoy's eyes bored into his. "Don't."

Harry blinked at him, surprised, tugging his hand from Malfoy's grasp. "Seems pretty hypocritical for you to have an opinion on that."

"Oh, it is. Completely."

Now Harry was really confused. "Weren't you telling me that celibacy didn't suit me?"

"It doesn't. But that was before."

"Before what?"

"Before I knew you liked cock."

Harry's mouth dropped open because Malfoy had some nerve. "What fucking difference does it make to you?"

"My gods, the answer to that should be painfully obvious, but let me make it abundantly clear." Malfoy's fingers tightened on Harry's wrist, and before Harry could think or react, Malfoy pressed Harry's hand against the front of his trousers, his cock a hard outline beneath Harry's palm.

Explosions lit behind Harry's eyes, bright red flags waving in every corner of his brain because this was more than a bad idea. This was dangerous.

Harry swallowed, throat suddenly too tight and too dry. "So you think because I like dick, I want yours?"

Malfoy bit his lip when Harry's fingers twitched, and Harry felt him throb through the fabric.

"No," Malfoy breathed. "Never in my wildest dreams. But you aren't exactly subtle. I see you watching me. I felt you that night when we danced. You want me."

Harry tightened his grip on the bulge in Malfoy's trousers, and Malfoy's next inhale hitched. Harry studied him with hard eyes, looking for the joke, the lie, a reason why Malfoy would be so cruel as to tease him, but Harry found none.

"I want you too," Malfoy said, his voice a rasp. "Fuck, do I want you."

Harry's last thread of restraint snapped and he crashed into Malfoy, taking his mouth in a rough kiss.

Malfoy gasped beneath him, his lips parting around a sharp breath, and Harry plunged in. He slotted their mouths together licking past Malfoy's teeth as he pressed their bodies flush, needing as much contact as possible because for once, Harry felt something other than a flood of panic at another person's touch.

His hand abandoned Malfoy's cock—the angle all wrong—and instead locked an arm around his waist. He wrapped his free hand around the back of Malfoy's neck, fingers tangled in the hair at his nape to keep him from pulling away long enough to breathe, or speak, or gods forbid stop.

Harry was done thinking. He didn't want to worry about the consequences for once and refused to consider all the ways in which he just made this strange, impossible friendship with Malfoy a thousand times more complicated, because this felt good. It felt right, and Harry was ready to lose himself to a sensation other than panic, fear, or blistering rage.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: After the Rain Falls

shinigami714 @shinigami714

Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Slice of Life, Healing, Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Seizures, Headaches & Migraines, Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Everyone returns to Hogwarts for an additional year, Fluff, Falling In Love, We ignore the existence of the epilogue in this house, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Idiots in Love, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, a bit of angst, Because every good story has angst, Draco is very in love, Harry is also very in love, My kink is two people who are stupid in love, Top Draco Malfoy, Even if it doesn't quite get there in this fic I dunno we will see, There will be additional oneshots, Bottom Harry, it has the vibes, Panic Attacks, Scars, Oral Sex, Praise Kink, Dom/sub Undertones, Blink and you'll miss it, This story is softer than it sounds, mentions of mpreg, blink and you'll miss that too, It's not actually in the story though, Anal Fingering, First Time, Mutual Pining, Height Differences, supportive friends, Rimming, Smut, Bottom Harry Potter, Post-War, Draco is a bloody romantic because I said so - argue with a wall

Summary:

After the events of the war, all Harry wants to do is forget. For everything to return to normal. But things never were normal for him, and the war left many marks on him not so easily forgotten. When he receives a surprising offer to return to Hogwarts in a continuing education program, Harry jumps at the chance, and despite his best efforts to deal with his problems alone, discovers along the way that quite often, two minds are greater than one.

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Excerpt:

Harry took his time heading to the library, and he figured Draco would be busy taking notes by the time he arrived, but instead he was standing propped up against one of the shelves near the table they usually worked at. His arms were crossed, and he narrowed his eyes when Harry stepped closer. Harry took off his bag and plopped it on the table, pulling out a few books and scattered notes into his arms. He didn’t have time to set them down before Draco grabbed hold of him, pushing him back into a shelf rather harshly. Harry gasped and clung to the books in his arms tightly, looking up into Draco’s grey eyes in surprise.

“You’re not him,” Draco said, his voice low and laced with a surprising amount of anger. Harry licked his lips and avoided his gaze. He wasn’t expecting this. Perhaps a quiet lecture about not telling someone where he’d gone, or a criticism for his lack of rest or meagre morning meal. But not this.

“I know,” Harry muttered listlessly, and Draco huffed loudly and shook his head. He looked around the room, at the curious glances the few students present were directing their way and then pulled him to the back of the library where they were largely hidden in a nook at the far end of the aisle.

Draco pressed him up against the shelf again, less harshly this time, but still holding him firmly in place. “No, you don’t,” he hissed. Harry swallowed nervously. It had been a long time since he’d been on the other end of such a volatile stare. Even in the manor it hadn’t been quite like this. “You’ve got it set in your mind that there’s a part of him in you.”

“There is, you saw it yourself!” Harry nearly shouted, only quieting when Draco grabbed him by the collar and gritted his teeth at him in warning.

“I saw traces of magic, and nothing more,” Draco urged.

“Dark magic, his magic.”

“Even if it is his magic, it doesn’t change who you are!” Draco sneered. He let go of Harry’s collar then, but he didn’t step away, placing his arms on either side of Harry’s head as he stared down at him. “I bet you could cast that scan on me and see some of it as well. Maybe not as much, or as complex, but I can guarantee it’d be there,” he insisted. Harry shifted against the shelves behind him and tightened his arms around the books he held. “You’re a hero.” The comment made Harry scoff and look away. “You may not believe it, but you are,” Draco insisted. He breathed in deeply, letting out a long sigh and then muttered, “You’re so bloody Gryffindor it hurts sometimes.”

Harry swallowed as he stared at his reflection in the clasp on Draco’s robes. It was distorted and elongated, and made Harry’s face look like it was contorting in pain. Rather disturbing, if he was honest, but it was better than facing Draco.

“Look at me.”

The order caught him off guard, and Harry tilted his chin up hesitantly, surprised by the look in Draco’s eyes. His previous ire had apparently dissipated, and he stared at Harry almost gently. He didn’t speak right away, instead studying every inch of Harry’s face before settling again on Harry’s eyes like he had gotten lost in them unawares. Draco sighed and wilted slightly before he spoke. “What you saw in that scan…were the traces he left behind. Traces that can hopefully one day be removed, if I can actually manage to refine the spell enough to make it useful,” Draco said. His arms slid down a bit, hands settling against the bookshelf level with Harry’s shoulders. “And yeah, he fucked you up a bit.  All of us, really.  But it doesn’t change who you are here.” Draco dragged his arm down in between them and pressed a finger into Harry’s chest, just over his heart.

Harry’s eyes widened slightly, and he teared up a bit as the gentle pressure held him firmly in place. He glanced down. It was just a single finger, but it felt like Draco had spelled him there, frozen him in time. He didn’t have the strength to push against it, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. He let his head fall back against the shelf and peered up at Draco wearily. His eyelashes had clumped together, and he blinked away the unshed tears with little success. He felt so lost. And when he asked, “Who am I?” his voice was shaky and full of pain. Barely audible even within the silence of the surrounding library.

Draco eyed him in surprise, and then his gaze softened even further. He dropped his other hand, fingers dragging down Harry’s arm towards his elbow. It tingled a bit beneath his touch, and Harry’s grip on the books nearly slipped when Draco’s fingers grazed over his forearm to settle against his wrist, the hand on his chest now splayed flat against his shirt.

“You’re Harry,” Draco whispered.

It left him reeling, and Harry took an unsteady breath and let out a nervous laugh. It was all he wanted, really. To be seen as Harry. Just Harry. And if even Draco could see him like that…maybe, just maybe, it would be alright. He ducked his head, and shuffled the books into a single arm, lifting the other to wipe his sleeve over his face and beneath his glasses. It took him several minutes to settle down, and Draco watched him silently the entire time.

He was sure he looked awful. He was an ugly crier. Always had been. His eyes swelled up, his nose and cheeks reddened, and he looked an absolute mess. Something that had bothered him incessantly, especially when the press had a particular aptitude for capturing him at his worst. Still, he smiled slightly, and shoved at the front of Draco’s robes. Not enough to push him anywhere, just enough to nudge him in place. “You asked me here to tell me all that? That’s not like you Malfoy,” Harry teased.

“Malfoy again, am I?”

Harry looked up at him, meeting Draco’s searching gaze. “What, you don’t like it when I call you that?”

Draco rolled his eyes and sneered, “Insufferable little brat,” but there was no malice in it. And then he bent low, so that their noses were nearly touching. “I prefer when you call me Draco.”

If Harry hadn’t been flushed before, he certainly was now. He felt somewhat trapped, against the shelving, with Draco’s arms encasing him and holding him in place. But Draco’s expression was playful, and when those grey eyes shifted to look towards his lips, Harry found he didn’t much want to escape. His heart stuttered, and his breathing hitched. “D-Dra-,”

Then there were lips against his own, pressing gently, in a short, but unrushed single kiss. Harry froze, vision blurring as a strange feeling encompassed him. He felt cold and hot all at once. Like he was about to jump out of his own skin. There was a quick break, and he could feel Draco’s heavy breathing against his cheekbones, and then they were kissing again, slightly deeper this time. It was warm and a little wet, but not unpleasantly so, and Harry’s eyes fluttered shut involuntarily. He melted into it, and when Draco’s tongue slid along his lower lip enticingly Harry moaned and dropped his books to the ground. Papers flew out around them, and Harry gasped when Draco fell away from his lips.

“Shit,” Harry muttered as he watched the scattered parchment settle around them. He was shaking, and felt lightheaded, and his fingers tentatively touched his lips as he scrambled to the ground to start picking up the mess. He could feel the flush upon his skin. It burned across his neck and chest, over the tips of his ears and the entirety of his face. Viciously red and very telling. 

Then Draco muttered a simple spell, whisking up the rest of the books and papers into Harry’s trembling arms. It took a matter of seconds, and Harry teetered on unsteady knees and glanced up at his tall figure timidly.

“You’re a wizard, Harry,” Draco drawled, and Harry stared at him, completely entranced. He couldn’t seem to catch his breath, no matter how much he tried to regulate it. He grasped at his chest over his rapidly beating heart and watched as Draco walked backwards away from him with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Draco offered him a sultry smirk, and shortly after, it turned into a soft almost reverent smile. Then he ducked his head and walked away, leaving a very stunned Harry resting on his haunches atop the ground.

It was devastating. In the best way possible of course.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: Recursion

Tessa Crowley (tessacrowley) @tessacrowley

Chapters: 24/24 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Severus Snape Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Albus Dumbledore, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Sirius Black, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Physics, Philosophy, Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Harry Potter, Character Study, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Self-Worth Issues, Suicidal Thoughts, Child Abuse, Classic Rock, Animagus, Soulmates, age difference?, in the sense that one of them is an adult trapped in their own adolescent body, it IS a time travel fic

Summary:

A process is recursive when it defines or contains itself; e.g., the Fibonacci sequence, which determines the next number as the sum of the previous two. But not all recursive processes are mathematical. Recursion can happen in a temporal context when, for instance, the powerful magical force that is true love drags you back in time so it can create itself, endangering the fate of the Wizarding World—not to mention the very fabric of space and time—along the way.

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Excerpt:

Impatiently, Draco explains, “I’m allowed to speak while I’m inside the Department.”

“Yeah, I figured out that much,” Potter says. He clears his throat. “I just… I haven’t heard… your voice. In a while.”

“Yes,” Draco hisses, “because we haven’t spoken at all in twenty years, which bring me back nicely to my original question: what in Merlin’s name are you doing?”

“I,” Potter answers, then doesn’t finish.

“If you’re stalking me again,” Draco says, folding his arms over his chest, “I’m just going to file a restraining order.”

“I’m not stalking you,” Potter answers defensively. “I just… I’m just flummoxed by you!”

“Flummoxed? What the hell about me is so flummoxing?”

“Everything!” Potter snaps. He gestures to Draco’s clothes. “You’re wearing Muggle athletic wear for a start—”

“It’s Lululemon! I can’t bloody well do yoga in my fucking Unspeakable robes, can I?”

“Since when have you done yoga?” Potter continues, as if it’s an extension of his original point. “I can’t imagine it’s particularly en vogue within pureblood circles!”

“Actually, yoga was pioneered by Indian wizards over two thousand years ago—”

“And you’re eating Muggle takeout and drinking Starbucks—”

“I didn’t have time to cook last night!” Draco cries, a little defensive. “And Ellie at the Starbucks down the street makes a better London Fog than I ever could—”

“—and listening to fucking AC/DC on your iPhone,” Potter concludes, gesturing to the little white earbud strings still dangling down his chest. “People can change, Malfoy, but generally not this much!”

“And how, precisely, the fuck does it matter to you?” Draco barks. “Why the sudden interest? So I like curry and classic rock now, in what way is that any of your business?”

Potter opens his mouth, but doesn’t seem to have an answer. His too-green eyes flicker down to Draco’s Lululemon leggings, and now that they’re facing each other, Draco realizes—

Is Potter staring at his leggings, or at his legs?

Several things in Draco’s head rearrange themselves. Is that why Potter’s been harassing him these past few days?

“I guess it’s not,” Potter answers eventually, recovering as well as he can from a silence that had gone on just a hair too long. He looks up at meets Draco’s eyes.

Draco wants to say, Aren’t you married? The question is dangling right at the edge of his tongue; he can practically taste it.

Eventually, though, he swallows it back down. He’s gotten something wrong. There’s no way that Harry Fucking Potter of all people, heteronormative savior of all the Wizarding World, has been checking out his ass in yoga pants.

“Glad we’ve gotten that settled, then,” he says airily. “Potter, please try to relax. My Starbucks-drinking, Led Zeppelin-listening ways are not part of some grand plot to destroy the world.”

“I,” Potter says, looking a little embarrassed, “I didn’t think they were.”

“Wonderful. Then feel free to stop following me around.”

“I wasn’t—” Potter gives up the sentence halfway through saying it. He shakes his head. “See you around, Malfoy.”

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

In Another Life (I Would Make You Stay)

aboutmalfoy

Chapters: 44/44 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Fred Weasley, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Lavender Brown, Neville Longbottom, Lily Evans Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Colin Creevey, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Daphne Greengrass, Parvati Patil, Minor Characters Additional Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, taking liberties with time turners, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Slow Burn, seriously you have to be patient with me, Plot, world building, um so much world building, Pakistani Potter Family, Urdu, Siblings, Protective Siblings, Memories, Recovered Memories, Grief/Mourning, Angst, Emotionally Hurt Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Family, Slytherin Harry Potter, Unexpected Careers, Unexpected friendships, Black Family, the purebloods are at it again, Unspeakables, Music, Character Study, Kinda, Fluff, ? - Freeform, yeah i’m tagging fluff, Pining

Summary:

Seven years out from the war, Hermione comes to Harry with a way to undo the lasting damage done to the Wizarding World, and save those once lost. The catch is, only Harry will remember anything differently. When Harry wakes up in the world where Voldemort never came to be, he’ll have to navigate the life he never lived as if he’d been there all along. Except, a version of Harry was there all along—and he may not be so easily overridden.

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Excerpt:

Then, after several tracks had gone by, the music paused for slightly too long of a moment. People looked about themselves in confusion, but then relaxed at the sound of Neville’s voice.

“All right everyone,” he said. “My time’s about up, and then I’ll have to make way for the people you all actually came to see.”

There was a scattering of applause and laughter, as if agreeing only partially.

“I’m going to do one last song, though,” he went on. “And this one is actually special.”

Harry furrowed his brow, shrugging at his friends’ questioning looks. The entire audience had perked up, though, awaiting an explanation. There was always going to be a certain charge in the air when something ‘unplanned’ occurred in a setting like this.

There was minor grumbling to just turn the music back on, however, and Harry didn’t necessarily disagree.

“See there’s this friend of mine and, well, I’ll spare you the details. But this is sort of for him, actually,” he said, and Harry paused, looking up at Neville with wide eyes.

“Mate,” Neville went on, clearly addressing him even though his eyes were on the crowd. “I think he should hear it for once. And since you won’t say it, it sorta looks like I gotta do it for you. Since I’m a good friend that way.”

And then he had the audacity to wink as the first chords came through the speakers.

Harry stood completely still, cheeks flooding red with the mortification of immediate understanding.

“I’m not a perfect person,” Neville sang, and the crowd went crazy in seconds.

Draco was still looking up at the singer in clear confusion, so Harry got to witness the exact moment when he registered what was happening, and the hand in Harry’s went slack with disbelief.

The blond turned, slowly, to look at Harry.

There was an avalanche of emotion in his eyes. Not only incredulity—and some embarrassment—but vulnerability, and even something that looked like hope. Like he didn’t quite trust reality.

Harry could feel their friends' wary eyes fixed to the side of his face.

“Are you grand-gesturing me right now?” Draco asked finally, over the music. “Is that what this actually is?”

“I’m sorry that I hurt you It’s something I must live with everyday”

Harry swallowed. “Not on purpose?” he tried.

And then Draco was laughing, short and helpless, like he was stunned. “Circe,” he said, his smile wide and almost awed. “You haven’t done something even close to this ridiculous for me since we were fifteen.”

“It wasn’t even me this time!” Harry protested, but was unable to control the answering smile spreading across his face.

“Gods,” said Draco with a shake of his head. “You just really make me want to kiss you. To just… give in and fall in love with you again.”

Harry blinked, his heartbeat stuttering before it suddenly kicked up rapidly. “Really?”

Draco reached out gently, his hand coming to rest on Harry’s cheek. “So much,” he confided, and Harry was aware of little else but that touch. “It’s like after all these years, you’re just… you’re suddenly right there.”

Harry took in a breath. “Draco,” he said, his own hope crashing. “You know that I’m not… you know.”

“—to change who I used to be”

“I think I do,” agreed Draco. “And that’s why I can’t. You need to understand yourself, and everything you are now, before I can… before I can let you all the way in again, Harry. I have to know you and trust you. And you need to figure out who you are before that could even be possible. You understand that, don’t you?”

“I do,” Harry said honestly, just as the music came to its close in the background. “But I also know that I love you. I might be a mess—my mind might be a mess. But I know that I love you and I would never hurt you again.”

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: Blackbird Rising

Omi_Ohmy

Chapters: 10/10 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Gregory Goyle, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Ghost Charity Burbage Additional Tags: Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Post-War Trauma, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Redemption, healing from past trauma, Mention of Past Death of a Parent, Drinking, Slytherin Redemption, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Slow Burn, Getting Together, Magical Mystery, Case Fic, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), cool magic, Birds, Animagus, Sentient Magical Houses (Harry Potter), Courtship, Found Family, Friendship, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Ginny Weasley, Trans Blaise Zabini, Lesbian Pansy Parkinson, Minister for Magic Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Hogwarts, POV Harry Potter, Happy Ending, Minor Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Blaise Zabini/Original Male Character(s), H/D Erised 2023

Summary:

Harry longs to feel at home again, but he has been away for a long time, and he has a lot to contend with on his return to London: a magical mystery to investigate, a polite but prickly blond work partner with a disarming habit of blushing, a house with personality, the echoes of the war all around him, and a secret of his own.

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Excerpt:

“Are you very angry?”

“I'm irked," Draco says, then stops pacing. Half-looking at Harry he adds, "You are irksome.”

And then Draco is next to Harry, hauling him up to standing and kissing him fiercely on the lips.

Even though Draco’s face is cold from the wintry night he has come in from, everything is flame and fire for a moment. But then Draco pulls back.

“This is impossible,” Draco says, although he doesn’t push Harry away, and still has his hands on Harry’s sides. “I don’t even know who you really are.”

“It is the real me you’ve been getting to know,” Harry says. “It’s the real me who likes you.”

“We can’t do this, Harry, not now.”

They are still close enough that Harry could kiss Draco back. He wants to. “Why not?”

“We have other priorities. Plus you're irksome, remember?”

“Why does any of that have to matter?” Harry says. He takes a fistful of Draco’s heavy coat and pulls him tight again.

Draco looks back at him, his eyes clear and grey and light, and there is nothing hidden or polite about his face now. “Because I like you too, but I don’t want to do anything too rash, however much I—” He takes a deep breath, the kind that is shaky on the inhale, and as he lets it out slowly Harry feels it between them. This close he can see the silver of dried tear tracks on Draco’s cheeks, and he remembers that Draco has been to the Manor to say goodbye. And then Harry stops thinking because Draco’s hands are on the side of his face, and he is kissing Harry again.

Harry deepens the kiss, not wanting to let Draco go again. Draco tastes like tea and winter and Harry wants to keep going until he finds the heat and sun he knows is buried in there too.

This time, when they break apart, they are both panting slightly, and Draco’s eyes are slightly glazed.

“Merlin,” Draco says, and he sucks in his bottom lip for a moment.

There is a cough from behind them, and Harry and Draco spring apart. Hermione is standing there, with Luna.

“I’ve got something to tell you,” Harry says.

“Evidently,” Hermione says. “Although I think that bird has already flown the nest.”

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents:

To have a Home

Aulophobia

Chapters: 26/26 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott Additional Tags: Lawyer Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Harry Potter in the Muggle World, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Magically Powerful Draco Malfoy, Runaway Harry Potter, Runaway Draco Malfoy, Morally Grey Harry Potter, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Musician Draco Malfoy, Suicidal Harry Potter, (in the past), Harry Potter Dealing With Trauma, Harry Potter Leaves the Wizarding World, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Sybill Trelawney's Prophecy About Harry Potter and Voldemort, Oxford, Magical Bond, Magical Accidents, Romance, Mystery, Folk Music, Secret Relationship, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Past Abuse, Happy Ending, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), H/D Career Fair 2023, Digital Art, Art

Summary:

Not quite a decade after the war, Draco Malfoy was happy with his quiet little Muggle life in Oxford. He had a small group of friends from the university he’d attended, and colleagues from the law firm where he worked as a solicitor. He played folk music on his violin around the city. And he volunteered to provide legal services getting mostly idiot teenagers out of trouble with the law. His life was full. He had no contact with the magical world, and all was the way he liked it. And the feeling of emptiness in his chest, the feeling some part of him was missing, was at least better than the alternative. Or at least it was until the last few months when he kept getting called down to the police station to get Harry Potter out of trouble. Indecent exposure and possession was one thing, but the latest charge was for murder.

OR

Harry and Draco find each other again after the war in Oxford, a completely non-magical city. Together they solve the mystery of the city which hates all wizards but them.

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Excerpt:

“Potter, what are you doing skulking out here?”  Malfoy had come out of the pub and found the dark spot round the side of the building where Harry was hiding.

“I got too hot,” Harry said awkwardly, and not very convincingly.

“You sure that’s it?” Malfoy quirked one eyebrow, and Harry nodded.  Malfoy shrugged.  “We can go, if you like?”

“No. No, it’s fine, Malfoy.  Honestly, I just needed some air.  You go back in and play.”

There was something different about Malfoy.  Something in the way he was looking at him.  He’d noticed glances like this before, but never this intense or sustained.

“And what if I wanted to stay out here with you?”  Malfoy reached out and took one of Harry’s hands.  His index finger on his other hand traced the scar on Harry’s forehead down to where it touched his cheek.  Harry’s breath hitched.

“Malfoy?”

“Potter.” Malfoy’s tongue wet his lower lip.  Harry wanted to capture that lip between his own.

“We shouldn’t,” Harry said, even as he put his free hand in Malfoy’s hair and drew them closer.

“It’s a bad idea?  Aren’t you known for those?”  Malfoy leant in even closer.  There was barely a hair's breadth between them.  “I’ve wanted you since I was fourteen.  That stupid fucking dragon and your heroics.  There was always something special about watching you fly.”

“You hated me at fourteen.”

“I was obsessed with you at fourteen.  I would do anything to get you to look at me.”

“Fuck,” Harry breathed out, pressing into Malfoy’s body.

“I’m going to kiss you now.  And then I’m going to Apparate us back home.”

“But what about…”

“Adrian will take my instruments back to the barge.  He has a spare key.  And, as for using magic.  Right now, I couldn’t give two shits.  I can’t wait.  I’m not a very patient man at the best of times, Potter, and I think I’ve been good long enough.”

The patrons of the pub stepped out half an hour later, after last order had been called, to a fireworks display, lighting up the sky over the pub.  They couldn’t, however, quite pinpoint its point of origin, or who was setting them off.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: White Horses

JStevens

Chapters: 49/49 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy & Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter & Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, The regular cast of Hogwarts really Additional Tags: Written Pre-Half Blood Prince, Drarry, Angst, Drama, Humor, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Death Eaters, Betrayal, Chronic Illness, Dodgy charms, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Societal Homophobia, Oh God The Typos, no beta we die like men, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Not Canon Compliant - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Seventh Year, Deception, Prophecy, Abusive Parents, Slow Burn, But is it really?, Maybe if we're talking about a dumpster fire, Draco Malfoy Speaks French, I APOLOGIZE, Novel Length, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

They say there are no white horses—those that we think of as white are really just a faded deceitful gray. And if there are no white horses, certainly there are no true heroes who will come riding in on one to save us from all our pain.

After learning of the prophecy that will change his future, Harry returns to Hogwarts School for sixth year and finds that not everyone is who he thought they were. It seems that he is not. Definitely Draco Malfoy is not. As he tries to find a path to the end of his time at Hogwarts, he will have to grapple with questions of who to trust and who to love while navigating a world full of threats. This is a story of how we sometimes deceive ourselves and others, but hopefully find something true in the end.

(Well, no, actually, this is just a very long story that was written pre-HBP and previously posted on FictionAlley. It covers both sixth and seventh year, which means a great many things happen over that long period. It's hard to summarize a story of this length without spoiling many early arcs, but do know that it features the Wizarding world as a homophobic society in the 1990s and that does factor heavily into parts of the plot, so I wish to put that warning out front.)

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Excerpt:

"Why, Potter!" he exclaimed, a mocking glint in his gray eyes. "You hypocritical bastard—that's a Dark spell. Imagine, the Gryffindor Wonder Boy using Dark magic."

Harry looked aside, refusing to meet Draco's eyes, and he muttered, "These aren't that Dark. Nothing like the Unforgivables."

Draco didn't like the knowing tone with which Harry mentioned the Unforgivables, and he was distracted by whatever it was he saw in Harry's face—which caused him to miss blocking the high-level pain curse Harry threw at him next.

The Slytherin fell to the floor screaming, his reaction completely beyond his control as his body jerked spasmodically and seemed to try to tear itself apart. "Shit!" Harry spat, and he cast the counter-curse without thinking. He was on his knees beside Malfoy in a second, already casting a pain relieving spell for magical maladies. "Damn it, Draco! What were you doing?! You know how to block a curse like that!"

Draco stared up at him, not really comprehending what the dark-haired boy was saying as his eyes slowly cleared from the haze of pain. He thought dimly to himself, Seems like as good a time as ever. And he lurched up, grabbing Harry by the front of his shirt and kissing the other boy with his eyes wide open and looking straight into those green irises that would surely be his downfall.

After just a second, Harry jerked away, gaping at Draco wordlessly as he brought up his hand as if to touch his assaulted lips. Then he spun around and ran from the room without a word. Draco was left lying on the floor alone, marveling at the tingling aftershocks of pain from Harry's curse and the brief softness he'd felt in Harry's lips. 

Maybe he'd moved too fast, but it had seemed obvious that Harry hadn't forgotten about the morning, and Draco had been...curious. That was all.

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Carey ‘W’Recs Wednesday(｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ presents: The Unplottable Time Conundrum

Writcraft @writcraft

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, James Potter, Sirius Black, Lily Evans Potter, Remus Lupin, Severus Snape, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Neville Longbottom, Hannah Abbott, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter) Additional Tags: Unspeakable Harry Potter, Academic Draco Malfoy, Socialite Draco Malfoy, Time Shenanigans, Getting Together, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), Canonical Character Death, Angst, Romance, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Banter, Background Poly, Order of the Phoenix (Harry Potter), wartime memories, Drinking, Party, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Harry Potter, Clubbing, Dancing, Drarry in their 30s, Forced Proximity, POV Draco Malfoy, Hung Harry Potter, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Masturbation, Sexual Fantasy, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Switching, Ex-Auror Harry Potter, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Sentient Magical Houses (Harry Potter), Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Coming Out, Grief/Mourning, Eavesdropping, Implied/Referenced Bondage, Past Murder of a Parent in Azkaban, Past Harry Potter/Original Male Character(s), Minor Sirius Black/James Potter, Minor Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Minor James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Minor Alice Longbottom/Lily Evans Potter, Minor Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Minor Ginny Weasley/Angelina Johnson, Minor Hannah Abbott/Neville Longbottom, H/D Erised 2023, Jealousy, Kissing, Ministry Ball, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Minor Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom

Summary:

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.

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Excerpt:

“Hi.” Potter gives Draco a crooked smile. “If we’re going to do this, you should call me Harry. I don’t reckon Scarhead is much cop as terms of endearment go.”

“Context is everything.” Draco meets Potter’s smile with one of his own. He mentally curses himself and his propensity to gravitate towards exactly the kind of rugged, masculine aesthetic that Potter exudes in spades. “Interesting that your friends think the notion of us is so unbelievable.”

“Yeah.” Potter looks over his shoulder and walks with Draco outside the door, partially closing it behind them. “I never told anyone. About Soho. It was a weird time. I wasn’t even out.”

“I know.” Draco studies him. “I never told anybody either. I half thought I imagined the whole thing.”

“Thanks. For not saying anything.” Potter shoves his hands into his pockets. “The press would have had a field day with that.”

“I was trying to keep a low profile at the time, remember?”

Here in the dimly lit corridor, Draco remembers it all so acutely. The sweet, creamy shots, the dancing, the hungry ache of Potter’s kisses which were over in the blink of an eye.

“So.” Potter glances over his shoulder. “Do you reckon we’ll have to do that again now we’re in a fake relationship?”

“Kiss?” Draco arches an eyebrow at Harry. “Neither of us are eighteen and terrified of being gay anymore, Potter. I expect we will need to convince people we’re doing a lot more than that.”

“Hmm.” Harry’s gaze drops to Draco’s lips then quickly up. “You’re right. I expect we will.”

“Nobody would believe we connected on an emotional level,” Draco scoffs. “Not with my brains and your distinct lack of them. Ours would be more of a physical relationship. I imagine you’re far less annoying when you’re not talking.”

“You’re such a brat.” Laughing, Harry moves closer. His gaze is unexpectedly warm. “Physical, eh?”

“Yes, I imagine so.” Draco hopes the gruffness in his voice doesn’t betray the impact of Harry’s proximity. He’s so close and he smells divine.

“Okay, brains. I’m open to any suggestions.”

Draco has one suggestion and it’s just mad enough that he decides it’s probably best not to suggest it at all. In many ways in this shadowy corridor and the Ministry’s seductive call of magic makes it seem almost as though he has done this a hundred times before.

He kisses Harry. It’s quick, dry, perfunctory and absolutely not Draco’s best work. It’s mortifying.

“Um.” Harry says.

“We practise,” Draco interrupts. Salazar’s shaggy beard, where did that come from? “If we want to make it convincing,” he adds for good measure.

“Do we?” Harry seems to be mulling it over. In the end he nods. “Okay. I like kissing.”

“Wonderful.” Draco tries not to think about what else Harry likes and decides to leave before he makes any other horrible choices. He gathers what little composure remains and adopts an air of formality, like he hasn’t just kissed Potter. “Can I expect your owl with the finer details?”

“Yeah.” Harry leans back on the wall, watching Draco curiously. “See you around, Draco.”

“Yes.” Draco tries to quell the hammering of his heart. “See you around, Harry.”

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