#Curse Breaker Harry Potter

[dewitty1]

A True Entanglement

Booktopus @thebooktopus

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, Astoria Greengrass Additional Tags: Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, Curse Breaker Harry Potter, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Red String of Fate, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Meddling Friends, Getting Together, Forced Proximity, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Sharing a Bed, Dom/sub Undertones, Power Bottom Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person, POV Harry Potter, Hung Harry Potter, Rope Bondage, Choking, Breathplay, Drinking, Dubious Consent, Sexual Contact While One Party is Asleep, H/D Erised 2022

Summary:

One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold.

(*ﾉ´∀｀)ﾉ . * ･ ｡ﾟ☆

Excerpt:

“Feeling a bit peaky, actually,” Harry said upon kicking off his shoes in the entranceway at Grimmauld. “Want to get some takeaway? My treat.”

“Sure,” Draco said, flicking away the rain that had caught them only briefly on the front doorstep. Thunder crashed loudly outside. “Good night for a laze about, anyway. Indian?”

Harry hummed. “Sounds lush. Any special requests? There’s a place up the road that delivers, so we don’t both have to brave the rain.”

“Samosa, naan. Something with paneer; not Vindaloo, please.”

“‘Kay. Let me call it in and then we can head upstairs and slip into something more comfortable.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, and Harry blushed. “I just meant not our work clothes, Merlin.”

Draco hummed knowingly, but let Harry call in their order and dutifully followed him up the stairs without another word. Once in their now-shared bedroom, though, he began unbuttoning his shirt without even turning away.

“What?” he asked, cocking his head with a grin as Harry watched on.

“Nothing. Nothing at all; please, carry on.” Harry collapsed onto the neatly-made bed, making to take off his socks but not removing his eyes from Draco. Inch after inch of gloriously pale skin was revealed to him, the inky black of Draco's magical tattoos swirling over his torso. A burst of flame erupted from a two-dimensional dragon’s mouth, the dragon eyeing Harry warily.

Harry shrugged off his robes and rolled down the sleeves of his button-down, beginning to unbutton his own shirt. His eyes flicked from the tattooed dragon's up to Draco’s, who was watching him with something akin to hunger.

“What?” Harry asked, winking at Draco. He tugged loosely on Harold, pulling Draco’s right wrist away from his task and urging him towards the bed. Draco grinned, stalking to the bed to stand between Harry’s legs.

Harry reached his hands out tentatively, wrapping them around the backs of Draco’s legs. Draco tucked a finger under Harry’s chin, tilting his head up to look at him. “Did you want something?” he asked sweetly.

Harry hummed, sinking his fingers deeper into the meat of Draco’s thighs. “Maybe.”

Draco ran his thumb over Harry’s bottom lip. “You’ll have to ask nicely, if there’s something that you want.”

Harry opened his mouth a bit, brushing his tongue over the tip of Draco’s thumb before sucking it into his mouth. He watched Draco’s smile widen and his eyes go dark. “What a good boy,” Draco said, and Harry shivered, using his tongue to take in more of Draco’s thumb.

Draco pulled his thumb out, spreading Harry’s spit over his bottom lip before inserting his pointer finger into Harry’s mouth. Harry sucked it in, biting down on the fleshiest part gently, then harder. He watched Draco’s eyes and nostrils flare. “Oh, this is going to be fun, isn’t it, darling?” Draco cooed. “What do you want?” he repeated after a moment, pulling his finger out of Harry’s mouth to allow him to respond.

“Kiss me,” Harry breathed, tipping his head back further. Draco’s fingers drifted down and wrapped loosely around Harry’s neck as he leant down. Harry could feel Draco’s breath ghosting over his lips, his whole world whittled down to Draco’s eyes and tightening grip around his neck.

“Good boy,” Draco breathed, finally brushing his lips over Harry’s own. Harry’s eyelids fluttered shut as he allowed Draco to control the kiss, pressing them together again and again. He felt Draco’s tongue slide over his bottom lip and opened his mouth with a quiet moan.

A sharp knock rang out from the floor below, and Harry cursed himself for removing the Fidelius Charm all those years ago. Draco stepped back, releasing Harry and leaving him to flop back on the bed with a half grunt, half groan. “That was fast,” Draco said, sounding frustratingly unflustered.

“Ugh,” Harry replied, palming his half-hard cock through his jeans. He sat up just in time to watch Draco pull a clean muscle tank on.

Draco pulled a t-shirt from a drawer and tossed it to Harry. “Come now, mustn’t keep our food waiting.”

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[zolubaby]

They work harder than 'main characters' let's be honest. Generational curse breakers are selfless, clever and lovable unsung heroes that deserve more credits 🥹

[mllemacabre]

Leave it to me

Leaning casually against the side of the low partition between her open living space and modest kitchen, Hermione watches as Malfoy speaks to Crookshanks. Malfoy is leaning close to the orange cat and whispering conspiratorially,  oblivious to her presence. To her chagrin, the great ball of fluff paws at a length of thick jute that the impossibly tall, impeccably, and insufferably attractive man is dragging back and forth across the countertop in front of him, entirely too kitten-like for his advanced years.

It was already quite late; Hermione had been in bed reading when the floo had roared to life, signalling that someone was stepping through the network directly into her home without any forewarning or invitation. She knew her floo was only open to a select few, and not hearing anyone calling her name in panic, she had taken her time leaving her room to discover who was visiting at such a late hour. As no one was sobbing, cursing the universe, or drunkenly knocking things over, the possible list of visitors was much shorter than the total of all who had an open invitation to come and go as they pleased. It became a list of one when she heard the telltale sound of expensive shoes clicking across flagstone, then hardwood, and finally to tile as they made their way to her kitchen.

Malfoy, or Draco as he continues to insist she refers to him as in their daily dealings, had been added to her privileged personal floo access barely two weeks before this unannounced intrusion. He was adamant that it was for the simple reason that it would make consulting with her on their shared curse-breaking research much easier, as owls were notoriously slow in relaying urgent messages, such as they would need during this particular project. Despite her best efforts, Draco was not persuaded to use a muggle cell phone, as the man’s ancient wards made it impossible to guarantee the messages would reach him with any reliability. So far, this had led him to stop by almost daily with meticulous notes, rare reference texts, enough expensive coffee to drown a small village, and enough treats to have won over her aged familiar.  Work on their current project, an artefact locked behind an obscure ancient curse, had kept him over for hours on end, discussing and debating the minutiae of facts and methods, ordering in meals, and keeping late hours as they unravelled the complicated nature that kept the artefact in question beyond reach. He had thoroughly, without apology, inserted himself into her personal space as if he belonged in her orbit on the sole merit of his existence.

“Yes, that’s quite right. This is prey most noble for one such as yourself. Intelligent beast, aren’t you? A chaser to the bone.” Draco keeps his voice low, speaking to her familiar with in a voice barely above a whisper, and yet it carries well through the space; it is soft and deep, sending a not-unpleasant tingle through Hermione’s nerves as she watches him. Next to where he stands in a new stack of what appears to be ancient scrolls, possibly his reason for such a late visit. A discovery that apparently could not wait for the sun to rise. His platinum blonde hair, almost white, sweeps down across his forehead. His forearms flex almost imperceptibly as he keeps the end of the jute length just out of reach of sharp claws. His shoulders stretch the fabric of his white Oxford in ways that make her bite her lip, imagining the expanse of skin and the muscle beneath it. Hermione wonders briefly how warm his skin is. Would there be any resistance?  How would it feel to run her nails along his spine, and would she be able to differentiate the notches between them? All in all, Draco Malfoy has thoroughly ruined her without even touching her.

“That’s not a cat toy, I’ll have you know Malfoy. Honestly, it shouldn’t even be out here in the first place.”

Briefly, Malfoy glances up and away from the cat, cutting his eyes to Hermione and back to the jute cord in his hands as Crookshanks triumphantly catches its end. He does a double take so fast it looks almost painful. Hermione can see the second his jaw goes slack. She registers the slight dilation of his pupils. There is a hitch in his breath, and Hermione swears she hears his brain crashing. It is precisely the reaction she was hoping for. She watches as his eyes scan slowly down from the crown of her head downward from her hair, plaited carefully out of the way, to the slightly parted silk robe she wears, offering a calculatedly teasing view of the lace basque beneath. As she leans, she notices him pause in his appraisal again, further down, taking in the hint of her exposed thigh just above her bent knee. 

“Where should it be then, Granger?” She watches as the pink tip of his tongue darts out, wets his lips, and he reaches his other hand to the jute rope, coiling it slowly as he keeps his eyes on her, his voice low and coaxing. Hermione crooks a finger at him, beckoning, and uses her hip to push off the partition, turning around to begin her walk back down the hallway from which she had previously come. A few steps later, Hermione again hears the sound of expensive soles on tile, and then they transition onto the hardwood floor of the hallway as he begins to follow behind her.

“Right then, Granger. Leave it to me.” After all, some discoveries absolutely could not wait a moment longer.

[regretfulcorrine]

Your draco makes me feral (complimentary)

thank you!!!!!✨💖

i can't stop drawing him i have also gone feral :v

[dhrmonth]

Day 26 - Curse-Breaker

[m00neroni]

my mind is always trying to decide which one I love more, if healer Sirius or curse breaker Sirius?

also professor Sirius is such a good concept. I really can't decide

[cursedwithwords]

Your fic has me curious, but do you ship tedoire too, or are you strictly a jeddy truther?

It's kinda hard not to like tedoire tbh. For me at least. I like the vibes, so I like the ship. They aren't together in TBOTS because I wanted to explore a piece of Teddy’s character that I haven't seen utilized before; and because I prefer writing jeddy. The jeddy dynamic is easier for me to write somehow.

[cherry-pop-elf]

Eat your heart out, William Weasley

There’s a NEW Curse Breaker in town

[hp-fanfic-archive]

Stubborn as a Cursed Vault by OTPshipper98 Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 1k Podfic available here Read by: wilfriede0815 Length: 0-10 minutes Harry and Draco are assigned a case together. Feelings ensue.

find the full podfic library here

[fictionismyescapeblog]

Just Another Day

Day 25 Prompt: Over & Under Characters/Pairing: Bill Weasley Rating: G Word Count: 49 C/W: None

Over, Under, Over, Under. Repeat as necessary.

Light appeared as the horde of galloping horses charged him, but he just grinned and dove for the exit. 

Smoke billowed out behind him, only ashes remaining of the ancient protectors. 

Bill turned to his co-workers with a grin. “All good, mates.”

@microficmay

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Rodolphus Lestrange/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Bellatrix Black Lestrange Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Rare Pairings Summary:

Lord Lestrange proposes a betrothal contract between his eldest Rodolphus Lestrange and Hadrian James Potter-Black, or Harry. Can this be the chance for Harry to find happiness and love?

[fantisyoflove]

So You Wanna Play With Magic - Part 16

WC: 5,340

‘Single Savior’

The paper posts a rather odd angled photo of Harry shaking Draco’s hand at the engagement party.

‘... for someone who was the savior of our world, it shocks this writer that famous Harry Potter can't seem to find a date to “ex - girlfriends” engagement party. I guess fame isn't everything.”

Harry lights the paper on fire and watches it burn slowly.

[]

You are sobbing into your hands. Preacher has been trapped under the fallen stone for hours now. Bugs and Slim have stopped talking. It's too quiet in this tomb.

You try thinking but everything you can come up with involves magic. If you use it it might make the whole thing topple down. There has to be a better way.

[]

Draco jumps as he hears your voice echoing in his head, ‘Draco? Draco, can you hear me?’ You call to him.

He grabs on to the bond the best he can and shouts back, ‘Tell me where you are.’ He hopes his tone comes across as serious as he meant it to.

He told Harry what happened when he and Hermione returned from the Ministry.

So the only thing left to do was go home then. Harry promised he would stop by more often, he just didn’t want to impose.

“Please, Harry, if you can get him to sleep you will always be welcome.”

Harry chuckled, “Actually it was Draco.”

[]

Day Nine

They have managed to get Preacher out!

He is in rough shape but otherwise the muggle healers say he should pull through!

It is a huge relief to you.

After a war it took awhile before you stopped assuming anyone was dead. Someone was late? Your first thought was they were gone, kidnapped, would you find a body? But no, they were just held up at check in. Someone doesn't respond to your owl for a few days? Must mean they are dead now. Nope, just busy.

It takes time for your brain to understand that every moment is not surrounded by death anymore. Preacher would have been the first person you knew to die since the war ended. Thankfully he didn’t break your streak of people living.

“Alright ma’am,” calls Bugs “I’m sorry but it will be one more day… Hopefully tomorrow we are able to get enough moved so you can wiggle through.”

You thank him and Slim. They tell you the crate has some food for the night and an extra blanket. You thank them again and carefully pull it through. They wait until you tell them you got it, in case more of the stones fall, and then head top side for the night.

Someone forgot to put out a torch along the wall and it casts warm yellow shadows into the room. You watch them dance as you eat.

‘Tell me where you are.’

You are startled, that was the loudest you have ever heard Draco in your mind. It was like he was sitting right next to you. You could feel the glare he would have given you if he could.

‘I’m safe.’

[]

Draco had fallen asleep on the couch.

Harry cleaned up around him quietly. They spent the day with Hermione since Ron was back to work now. Hugo thankfully seemed to have settled in and wasn't nearly as ornery anymore.

They stayed for dinner, Ron joined halfway through with no more news about you from his department.

Draco rocked the beer bottle he was holding on its edge and let it swirl around in a circle while he stared at it.

“I think she’s okay. I just have to know.” He said finally. “This bond would tell me if she had passed or was actually hurt, wouldn't it?”

Harry nodded and squeezed Draco’s arm affectionately.

Hermione shifted in her seat, she was still uncomfortable with the whole bond and magical marriage. It had been made highly illegal and parties found to have a bond or have facilitated the bonding ceremony were sent to Azkaban. The knowledge that there was more than just Draco and you out there also didn't sit well with her. She did her best to focus on what she could, exposing anyone else with the bond might expose you and Draco as well. She could see how it wasn’t any of your faults, having been only babies at the time, but the magic it created was strange. Unknown to those without it and stronger when the pair were together. It's no wonder Voldemort did it, he created a whole generation of children who would be stronger than their parents ever were. Each generation of the bond increases the strength of it. Since your whole family had had their marriages arranged and from all documented accounts so had Draco’s, you both had the chance of a very powerful union.

Hermione snuggled her son closer to her chest. She couldn’t imagine putting him through all that.

Harry went over and gave Draco a little shake. He startled awake but was calming down quicker after the fact. Hermione paused in the doorway to the kitchen to watch as Harry took Draco’s hand in his, his thumb brushing along Draco’s wrist and with the other hand shook his shoulder. Draco tried to bolt right off the couch but Harry held him there. He muttered to him something Hermione couldn’t hear and kept rubbing lazy circles on his wrist.

She quickly escaped to the kitchen when she noticed the two breaking apart again.

[]

Back at Harry’s Draco was lingering by the front door.

“What's the matter?”

“You don't have to pretend for me. I know I should probably get out of your hair. I have overstayed my welcome.”

Harry gave him a look, “Draco, you are family now. Stay as long as you want. She will come here after this mission and will expect you to be here.”

“You could just tell me when she gets back.”

Harry took a tentative step closer and reached out his hand. Draco stared at it for a long time before sighing dramatically and taking it in his.

“She would want you here… and so do I.”

If Harry hadn’t been holding onto Draco’s hand he would have fallen a step back. Nobody wanted him. Nobody chose him.

“Come on, it's late, let's go to bed.”

Harry let Draco’s hand drop and went upstairs. He found that Draco listened better when he left him for a moment to think on it.

Harry came out of the bathroom and Draco was standing in the hallway in front of the spare room.

“She’ll be okay?” He whispered.

Harry gave him a soft smile, “Yea.” He whispered back and went to his room.

Draco stood there for a moment looking between the two rooms before turning and going to his own bed.

[]

‘I'm safe’ he hears echoing in his head. He reaches for you but you aren't actually there. He tries to pull the blankets up into his arms but it's not the same. One night with you and he craves your warmth.

He never knew how good it could feel to hold someone close. To breathe them in and feel their heartbeat so close to his own.

He glanced at the doorway. Setting his jaw he turned over in the bed stubbornly and tried to get comfortable.

An hour trickled by and his head hurt, his eyes burned, and his heart ached.

He got up and tiptoed into Harry's room.

He stood at the foot of the bed and just watched as Harry slept. He contemplated just getting into bed with him to avoid waking him but he thought better of it in case Potter didn't want him there.

He held his wand just in case. He reached to shake Harry's shoulder but a dark hand snatched his wrist. Harry pulled him closer to his face, squinting.

“Draco?”

“Yea,” he felt the air whoosh out of his lungs. “Can I sleep here?” His voice cracked at the end.

Harry let him go and pulled the blanket back.

Draco hesitated then walked around to the empty side of the bed.

Harry couldn't see him but he felt the bed dip and smirked to himself before settling back in.

Draco laid on his back keeping his arms and legs straight. Harry was already half asleep.

Draco felt better just being in the same room as someone else it seemed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

[]

Day ten

It's early when the stones start to shake. They are tumbling down as the pile grows smaller and smaller.

Finally the side is open and you run to it.

“Hold up ma'am. Just a moment more.”

“You spend a week in this forsaken room and try and wait a moment more!” You snap but step back and let them move a few more stones.

Finally two men are visible. One holds his hand out to you and you let him help you out.

“Thank you!” You call before sprinting to the opening. You run past everyone tears pricking your eyes. You burst out into the early morning sun and fall to your knees. Rolling onto your back you stare at the beautiful sky!

“Y/n!” Someone calls and you hear several feet scuffing in the hard packed sand.

You have your eyes closed but the sunlight is blocked out as your friends and co workers circle around you.

“What day is it?”

There is a quiet shuffling and someone from the back calls, “March 2nd!”

March! You squeeze your eyes tight.

“Did anyone send word to ha.. Draco for me?”

More silence.

“Didn't you write to ‘im after Bill arrived?” Fleur asked.

“Well… no I let Dean go before me.” You lift a hand to your eyes and then try to sit up. Someone comes behind you and lifts you up by your armpits.

“Careful I am pretty stinky. A scrougify only does so much.”

The team dispersed and you head to the tent to shower and finally change clothes.

You feel so much better after you cleaned up and drank a full jug of water in the process too.

“Y/n, I need to debrief you and everyone about the collapse. We have to figure out what caused it.”

“Okay, let me just send an owl quick…”

“No! Now!” She snaps and stomps out of the tent.

You groan but follow to another tent that is for meeting and storing documents and unsorted items.

You sit down next to Dean. He leans into your shoulder, “glad to have you back!”

“Glad to be back! Hey what happened to the American, Preacher?”

Dean opened his mouth but your supervisor called for silence.

“Attention, now that y/n is finally out of the tunnel we need a full account of what led to the collapse.” she gave you an expecting look.

“I'm not too sure. Bill was able to get the staff in place. It held fine. It was on the other side of the room from the tunnel. Bill left and I felt a shudder and the tunnel collapsed.”

She nodded then turned to Bill, “next.”

“I had just left the tunnel opening. I didn't have anything with me. And nobody was in the other room.”

Bill didn't work directly with your boss, he was more often at Gringotts than anywhere else. You however spent many long days with this woman. Her face had a tell, a small tick in her jaw when she didn't trust something… or someone.

“Bill wouldn't have either,” you butt in “he is always so careful. His record is spotless.”

She purses her lips but moves on. “Dean?”

Everyone gave an account of where they were and what they were doing at the time.

You zoned out at that point.

Ten days.

Ten whole days.

Your hands twitched by your sides. You never liked sitting still for long.

…..

‘You must have been about 4 when your governess started locking you in the closet. She didn't like when you climbed on the furniture and tried jumping off. You had so much energy as a child. She wasn't allowed to hit you yet per your mother's request but honestly you would prefer it. She would lock you away for hours at a time. “You won't mind then you won't do anything” she would snarl in your face.’

You can still feel the spit flying from her mouth and landing on your face when you remember her.

…..

It was dark when she finally let everyone go to bed. You thought about sending an owl now but the camp owl was gone for the evening. You reached down the bond instead. “Everything is fine!”

[]

Draco woke up to the sound of snoring in his ear.

‘Y/n doesn't snore.’ he thought. He was too warm but also too comfortable to pull away.

The mass beneath him shifted and he cracked an open to see nothing but jet black hair. He tried to move just to get the hair to stop tickling his nose. He was becoming more aware of which parts were his and which were Harry’s.

He was mostly on top, Harry was tucked under his chest. He mumbled something and nuzzled his face into Draco’s shoulder. Draco tried not to react but his body stiffened up. He wasn’t trying to wake Harry just now but he had to get up. He had a problem .. rising.

Not because he was bent for Harry!

No!

Because it was morning and he had to use the loo.

Draco tried to slip away but Harry’s arm tightened against his back. He froze and tried to breathe evenly. Harry hooked his leg over Draco’s and pulled his thigh closer to his hard length.

Draco pulled away fast.

Harry jolted awake too, his hand going for his wand but only holding it in his hand. “Draco?”

“Harry?”

Harry took a breath, “Sorry, I still struggle with being … woken.” He said, twisting his wand in his lap. “It doesn’t help,” He added as he reached back for his glasses, “that I can't see.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

Draco just nodded, he held the blankets over his lap. “Sorry I don’t know how to help with that.”

“It will get better once I get used to you. I am used to y/n, I think it's her smell.”

Draco raises an eyebrow questioningly, “Her… smell?”

Harry smiled down at his wand, not looking at Draco. “Yea, sometimes I smell her in my dreams. It's very calming, don't you think?”

Draco tries to remember what you smell like but nothing comes to mind. He didn't remember. He couldn’t recall. Draco stood suddenly and stomped out of the room.

Harry sat there and tried to think of how he could have offended Draco this time.

[]

Day eleven

You woke up on your cot, your legs tangled in the blanket you had kicked down. You tried to untangle yourself when you thumped down to the ground. You groan and finish kicking the blanket off.

“Y/n?”

“Fine, just fell.”

“Well don't do that.”

“I didn't do it on purpose!”

Dean helped pull you up to your feet. You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“The owl is back if you want to send that letter.”

“Thanks, did Seamus write back?”

“Yea, he isn’t too pleased this is taking so long. You know how he gets.”

“You think if he lived somewhere … sunnier it would help?” You tease.

“I don’t think I could ever get him to leave Ireland. After his mother passed he doesn’t like to travel much.”

You nod and give him a hug. “Few more days.”

You pen a note for Draco and Harry separately.

The ministry man standing by it holds out his hand for your letters. He reads each separately before handing them back to you. “No.”

You give him a puzzled look, “No?”

“Yea, no.” He flicked back open his newspaper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“This dig has become confidential and no information may leave.”

“How am I supposed to explain why I have been gone for so long.”

“Not my problem.” He shook the paper out again and crossed his ankle over his knee.

You snarled and held out the papers in front of you and wordlessly lit them both on fire.

The man didn’t even look up from his reading.

You stomped off to your tent and rewrote the notes. Significantly shorter and with no details.

You came back to the owl man and presented the new notes.

“And who are these too?” He asked, still reading them. You only ever used initials in your notes.

“Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.”

The owl man raised his eyebrows, “Friends in high places.” He set the notes on his knee and picked up a clipboard from the ground. He flipped the first page over and then tossed the whole thing back down.

“Not on the list.” He said and handed you back the notes.

“What list!?” You throw your hands up exasperated.

“Rakepick’s orders.” He goes back to his paper.

You aren’t proud of this but your temper has always been a bit of a problem. You grabbed the top of his newspaper and turned the whole thing to dust in his hands. You brushed the remaining dust off your hands right into his face and then stomped off, again.

[]

Draco had gone back to his room and was pacing back and forth. He was struggling with the thought that Harry knew you. He knew you knew you! He was able to recall what you smelled like. He called on that memory to soothe himself.

You had told Draco that you and Harry saw other people even when you were together but he is starting to get the feeling that only you were doing that.

He had a thought and stomped back into Harry’s room.

“Who were the others?”

Harry was in the middle of changing and had just pulled up his trousers.

“These other people you were supposedly seeing when y/n was gone?”

Harry was caught off guard, “Oh, umm well. Nobody you would know. But there hasn’t been anyone for a while.”

“How long.”

“A few years or so… Why?”

Draco crossed his arms and glared down his nose at Harry.

Harry squared his jaw and stared back. This hot and cold thing Draco did was throwing him for a loop.

“What about the people she was seeing?”

“I never met them. We kept it separate.”

“And that worked?”

“For us, yea.” Harry sat back down on the bed hoping it would help dissipate Draco's temper.

“Were they people she met on these missions?”

“I don't know Malfoy. She and I didn't discuss details. Besides, you would know if there was someone else.”

Draco glared at Harry. He took a few steps to pace then stopped and looked at him again.

“I am starting to think there was never anyone else.”

Harry waited patiently, something told him he had to let Draco come to his own conclusions sometimes. It wouldn't help to race him to the finish line.

The minutes stretched on and Draco was pacing again. Harry just watched him walk back and forth, he yawned and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. When he readjusted them to sit on his face nice Draco was staring at him.

“I think there were long stretches of time where I didn’t feel anything from her. And like you said sometimes she would be gone for up to a month. I think you both downplay your relationship to each other.”

Harry thought about it, you both never specifically said you had stopped seeing other people. Harry had just stopped one day… Nothing special made him decide. Another terrible date, another crazy ‘fan’. He just didn’t want to tell you you had to stop or make you feel like you should.

“It isn’t fun trying to date when you're me.” Harry said with a half laugh.

Draco stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, arms folded over his chest.

Harry had the idea that if he just pulled Draco closer he would let him but he kept his hands to himself. Darn you for putting these thoughts into his head. He would have never! Well maybe that wasn't true, he might have, given the right circumstances. You are the one who rushed these new feelings to him. Draco was fit.

“Do you love her?”

Harry had to stifle a laugh, of course he loved you! Looking at Draco though he probably didn’t give his love out as freely as Harry did. Draco probably had come to accept that he wouldn't be allowed to love anyone else.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let's go get her then!” He said finally and stomped out of the room.

He was just in the hallway when a sharp pain hit his chest, he gasped as his body flinched forward.

He saw you. He saw you on the ground, blankets tangled around your legs. Dean came in and picked you up off the floor. You smiled at him, Draco melted at the sight, he missed your smile. Then you pulled Dean closer and kissed his cheek. He sees you and Dean chatting but he can’t hear anything.

The image is gone faster than he is ready for it to be.

In the hall Harry is patting his face trying to get his attention.

“...Draco! Hey look at me. Draco!”

Draco gives him a little push away from him. “I saw her!”

“What?”

“Y/n! I saw her kissing Dean.”

Harry blinked rapidly and shook his head. “How sure are we that what you see is real?”

Draco sighed, “Not like that, Potter. He kissed his cheek. She was in a tent.” Draco tried to pull the image back and take in every detail. “She was in a tan tent with cots. There were other people sleeping around her. The ground looked like packed sand.”

“If Dean is with her we can at least try and find his location.”

“My thoughts exactly!” Draco gives Harry’s arm a squeeze and runs to his room to change.

[]

“Pat!” You call and shove back the tent flap. “Pat?”

Your supervisor is leaning over a table reading over yesterday’s reports.

“Y/l/n?”

“I need you to authorize a letter home for me.”

“Are they someone in your contact list?”

“What?!”

She closes her eyes and takes a breath, “Y/n, you have to have them approved prior to missions. You get one person to list to contact.”

“That’s never been an issue before!”

“We haven’t worked on a case like this before.”

You open your mouth to speak again but she holds up her hand. “Enough. This is above my head. I can't do anything for you.” She finally looks up at you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

You head out of the tent and go to find Dean again.

[]

Dean is in the tomb working when you find him.

“Dean,”

“Alright, y/n?”

“Yea, fine, hey can you do me a favor.”

You ask Dean to send a note to Seamus to get in touch with Draco and Harry for you. He is more than happy to help.

“I’m sorry they aren't letting you contact them. We haven’t had a case like this in years! When we get back I can help you put in the paperwork to put Draco on the list. It might take awhile… because.. Well because…” Dean coughs

“Because he used to be a Death Eater?”

Dean nodded and wouldn't meet your eye.

“Dean, it's fine,” You touch his arm. “I know what he was. He isn’t like that anymore though. He has changed so much since then.”

Dean gives you a weak smile and nods. Dean has always been your friend, Seamus too, they just want what's best for you.

“But!” He says with new excitement. “Since you are engaged, after the wedding they will have to let you contact him. Some old law they have about spouses. Bet they never thought people like us would benefit from their backwards rules.” You have to smile at that.

Dean was able to get the letter through the ministry guy, you hid in the tents in case he was still cross about the newspaper incident.

Dean came back to let you know that it was sent without issue.

Feeling much better you went to get your next assignment.

[]

Draco and Harry were turned away again from the Ministry. They were much nicer this time because Harry was there but they still wouldn’t tell them anything.

“Top secret? What on Earth could she be doing!?” Draco was fumming.

Harry sighed and pulled Draco away from the muggle phone box and led him down to a spot they could apparate.

They were sitting down for lunch when there was a knock at the door.

Harry drew his wand and held it in his hand as he answered.

“Morning Harry!” A cheery voiced greeted.

“Seamus!” Harry threw open the door and pulled the man in for a hug.

Draco had been standing just a few steps behind Harry.

“Whatcher self there. Got a bit ‘o nosh wit me.” He took a step back and held the bags up as if to prove it. “Blimy! Malfoys ‘ere too. Brilliant. Figured I'd have one ‘ell of a time findin’ ‘em on me own.”

Harry was beaming and poor Draco looked so confused. He remembered how your accent used to sound so similar to the Irishman before him. Thankfully one of you learned to speak proper English. Draco then scolded himself for such a thought. He wasn't trying to be a dickhead. He gave himself a shake and followed Harry and Seamus to the kitchen.

Seamus busied himself with taking out several Tupperware containers from his bags.

“I gotcha some tings. You know how I get when he's gone.”

“Yea… hey thanks for coming over and thanks for all this!” Harry had to gesture to the whole kitchen since Seamus had covered every surface with tubs and plates of various things.

Draco picked up a container and checked inside. Blueberry scones. In another one cookies. A plate with a whole cheesecake.

“Seamus bakes.” Harry said

“I see.” Draco said, mildly impressed. The last thing he knew about their guest was he was particularly good at pyrotechnics. Baking seemed like an odd leap.

“He's opened up his own bakery and everything.”

Seamus blushed and turned to busy himself with folding the bags, “s'nothing”

“It's bloody brilliant! Don't sell yourself short.” Harry insisted and touched Seamus's shoulder. Seamus looked up at him with a warm smile.

Draco watched the whole exchange curiously. Seamus and Dean were the first openly gay couple Draco had ever known. His father made his opinions about homosexuals VERY apparent.

Draco used to think he held the same feelings… but he had thought that about a lot of things.

Still, the exchange between Harry and Seamus was different than say Dean and Harry or Ron and Seamus. Draco couldn't put his finger on it quite yet.

They sat around the table and tucked into some of the pastries Seamus brought.

“Oh, right, sorry. The whole reason I came by…” Seamus stood and started rummaging through his pockets. He patted himself down and looked around lost. Then he snapped his fingers and walked back to the front door where he left his jacket.

“It's for you.” He set a piece of parchment in front of Draco. Harry leaned in to read it too.

‘Love, Remember Lightning? Remember the summer of 1993

Dragon. Your girl is good. Tell the dragon to try harder. Time is unknown. Please tell the bat. Bring snacks.

I'll see you when I can. Don't burn down the kitchen please.

Love you Dean’

“Has he had a stroke?” Draco asked after reading it four times over.

Harry and Seamus exchanged a look and laughed together.

“S'code.”

“Dean made up codes during the war and he specializes in them at work. When they go on missions they sometimes have their letters read before they are sent. They can't say a lot of things.” Harry explained.

“See when we talked about Harry we would say ‘lighting has struck’. Lightning must be Harry, Dean is a stickler for punctuation,” Seamus said tapping the end of the second sentence. “So he's not asking, he's telling you Harry.”

Harry screwed up his face, “The summer of 1993 … we were 13. Going into 3rd year. Sirius was wanted and had just escaped Azkaban.” Harry thought aloud, Draco flinched.

“Remember Ron at the leaky telling anyone who would listen about their trip that year.” Seamus chuckled. Harry groaned. “Oh yea.”

Draco's eyes lit up, “She's in Egypt then?”

Harry squinted at the note then his eyes widened. “Yea that's probably it, and you are the dragon.”

“She said we couldn't call you ferret anymore.” Seamus said with a laugh.

Draco scrunched his nose but went back to the note. He figured you meant for him to try harder at using the bond. Possibly. And the bat had to be Severus. He hadn't even thought about contacting Snape and letting him know that you were gone. He didn't even know how often you visited him or that you brought him food apparently.

“So if you're lightning and he's dragon. Who is the bat?” Seamus asked.

Harry touched Seamus’ forearm and leaned in closer to him. “Hey Seamus thanks for passing along the message. Do you mind if we keep this? Maybe puzzle it out a bit.”

Seamus was looking into Harry's eyes, searching. Draco saw it then, the separate connection. Harry and Seamus used to be together.

“Yea, yea sorry Harry. Just got caught up in the excitement I guess. That's your private business. Can I… Can I just have the bottom part? I'm pretty sure that part is for me.” A soft blush spread across his cheeks and he leaned in a little closer so his shoulder brushed on Harry's.

“O'course.” Harry used his wand and cut the bottom half cleanly away and handed it to Seamus.

“‘M just gunna wash up and I'll get outta your hair.”

Harry gave his arm another squeeze before Seamus left.

Draco looked pointedly at Harry, when he met his eye he flicked his eyes to where Seamus just was and then back at Harry. “Thought you said it wasn't anyone I knew?”

Harry gave him a startled look, “Seamus was a long time ago. Back at Hogwarts. I didn't think you meant that. What, you jealous Malfoy?”

“No! I just thought …” Draco began but then stopped with a scowl and folded his arms.

“Seamus knew, he's said he's known since he was a kid. He has an eye for it, if you are gay. He had a way of bringing it up so you kind of figured it out yourself. He was patient and kind and just the person I needed then. We are good friends now.”

Draco bristled, he did not want to be here right now.

Seamus came back and gave Draco an odd look that he couldn't name. Was this it? Was he trying to decide? Did he know!

Draco suddenly had a darker thought, one that wasn't his, but his fathers. ‘What is there to know, Draco?’ His fathers voice still haunted him sometimes.

“Well I best be heading off.” Seamus said as he came back into the kitchen. Harry pulled him into a hug. They walked him to the door.

“Hey let me know if you need any messages passed along. I guess they are only letting people owl their main contact. We told y/n she should list somebody but she didn't want to bother with it. Never thought she would be on such a high profile case she did.” Seamus ducked his head and gave a wave before disapperating from the step.

[gayliketheancients]

Love this. Love, love, love this? You this is good in any year, or even after Hogwarts. Like he’s so feral, but Harry will hear nothing of it because “he’s good guys, I promise”. Like IMAGINE IT.

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The Aurors bullshitting after Harry & Draco leave the bar one night, and

Savage: “Draco Malfoy, well versed in dark arts and second in their year every year behind Hermione Granger, smart as hell, money and power to boot? And now he’s dating Harry Potter. Because he wasn’t untouchable before, right? And the worst part is he and Potter are love sick puppies around each other, but if you ever see Malfoy when he’s working as a curse-breaker, you’d never recognize him.”

Robards: “I know, mate. He’s feral every second he’s away from Potter, but the man won’t hear a word of it. ‘Oh, Draco’s a good guy’, which yeah, sure, he’s on our side, and an invaluable resource, but I’ve never seen someone undo a blood curse with another blood curse, and Malfoy did it in half the time it would take a new Auror.”

Savage: “just wait until they get married, Robards. Nothing will stop them. The Chosen One and The Last Death Eater, it’ll be the wedding of the century.”

Robards: “Whatever floats Potter’s boat. If he wants a feral househusband instead of a domestic housewife, who are we to judge?”

Savage: “Yeah, well, I hope you’re still saying that when we refer to them as ‘Mr. & Mr. Potter’. Lord knows I wouldn’t take Lucius’ last name.”

Robards: “Nah, Savage, you got it all wrong mate. I bet you twenty galleons by this time next year, we get the wedding invitations to the future ‘Mr. Potter & Mr. Black’. Harry would shit a brick of Malfoy took on the name from his godfather’s side of the family.”

—————

Pardon me while I write more of this.

redeemed draco is great and all but barely redeemed (really just domesticated) draco who is untouchable cause he’s dating the chosen one is 10/10

[sri-fanfic]

Random HP fanfic idea

55. Let's take advantage of the Weasley family's trip to Egypt between books 2 and 3 to give Ron, or Ginny, or both, a character makeover.

55a. Ron and/or Ginny stumble into a cache of canopic jars that have held Tok'ra prisoners for several thousand years and manage to open them and get snaked with a Tok'ra.

55b. Ron and/or Ginny stumble upon an ancient Alteran repository of knowledge tucked away by one of the Egyptian goa'uld who was studying it trying to figure out how to make it work in the absence of an Alteran ATA gene, and they either have the gene or the goa'uld managed to get lucky and make it work (not that it would help a goa'uld as it'd still overload a goa'uld's memory processing capabilities), and now one or both of them have a comprehensive database of information on Atlantean magic in their heads.

55c. Ron/Ginny uncover a conspiracy and learn about Horcruxes along with destroying a few of them and gain international fame on par with Harry's, giving Ron new appreciation for Harry's desire to stay out of the limelight after a reporter sneaks into his room or something.

55d. Bill is watching Ron while the rest of the family are out on an errand because Ron did something that made Molly angry with him enough that he's not allowed to go with when Bill is called in by his supervisor for a job site emergency and he brings Ron with because can't leave Ron at the hotel alone, and Ron ends up getting possessed by some dead wizard before they undo the possession on him and the leftovers from the possession make him hate divination among other things...

[dhrmonth]

Dramione Month Daily Roundup

Here is the Day 26 roundup of Dramione Month works! ⏳✨ 

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Echoes of Another Life by anna_hawk: G, 4,878 words, 2/6 Chapters

Day Twenty-Six - Curse-Breaker by Peaches_on_Waffles: G, 646 words, 1/1 Chapters

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Ficlet by UnaOrion

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[angelsfics]

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter fic recs

i've recently started reading drarry, so here are some of the very favorites i've found. it's not a comprehensive list but just some i enjoyed! feel free to send me more recs.

Aevitumer written by MarshmalowMilkshake ♡ 95k words, rated M. Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort

Another Heart Whispers Back written by slytherco ♡ 53k words, rated E. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Pining Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Harry Potter, Casual Intimacy, Sexual Tension & Romantic Tension, Humor, Blind First Dates, Idiots in Love, First Time, Cuddling

Dwelling written by aideomai ♡ 83k words, rated T. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Curses, Boy-Who-Lived Neville Longbottom, Twists & Turns

Hothouse Flowers and Hot Hot Showers written by azalea_larae & boshspice ♡ 101k words, rated E. Tags: Porn with Plot, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Muggle Studies, Studying Muggle Abroad, Roommates, Cuddling, Sexual Tension, Fluff

My Fucking Flatmate written by toxik_angel ♡ 82k words, rated E. Tags: Canon Divergence, Good Draco Malfoy, Draco Defects, Hogwarts 7th Year, Roommates, Harry and Draco in the Muggle World, Youtube, Tension, Fluff, Humor

Now I Know In Part written by dodgerkedavra ♡ 39k words, rated E. Tags: Curses/Curse Damage, Cursed Harry Potter, Curse-Breaker Draco Malfoy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Cottagecore Draco Malfoy

Soulmates (series) written by dodgerkedavra ♡ 27k words, rated E. Tags: Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Art/Artist Harry Potter, Bookseller Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy, Running Away, PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Post-War, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

The Bolthole written by aideomai & Tepre ♡ 54k words, rated E. Tags: Grief, Cottage, Roommates, Bed Sharing, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Harry Potter is a Hoarder

The Lesson of You written by thecouchsofa ♡ 65k words, rated E. Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Time Travel, Kid Fic, Fluff, Family Fluff, Forced Proximity

The Softer Side of Draco Malfoy written by QueenofThyme ♡ 29k words, rated M. Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Potions Accident, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Harry stalking Draco

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain written by Faith Wood (faithwood) ♡ 21k words, rated E. Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Humor, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Third Drawer Down written by eleventy7 ♡ 1.6k words, rated T. Tags: Hurt, Angst

Way Down We Go written by xiaq ♡ 109k words, rated T. Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter, Post-Canon, EWE, Domestic, Healing & Recovery, Redemption, Roommates, Chronic Illness, Hurt/Comfort.

what husbands are for written by softlystarstruck ♡ 52k words, rated E. Tags: Werewolves & Vampires, Political/Arranged Marriage, Werewolf Harry, Vampire Draco, Domestic, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Male & Autistic Main Characters

Who we are in the shadows written by Quicksilvermaid ♡ 99k words, rated E. Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf Harry Potter, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Secrets/Lies, Angst, Possessive Behavior, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers

Within You Without You written by arminaa ♡ 39k words, rated E. Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Recovery, Anxious/Lonely/Depressed Harry Potter, Harry Potter Gets Therapy, EWE, Pining, Falling in Love, First Love/First Time