#Drarry Classic

[dewitty1]

The Arc of the Pendulum

brummell (actualite)

Chapters: 1/1 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, Lucius Malfoy, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: HP: EWE, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Werewolves

Summary:

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right.

Excerpt:

Draco could feel Harry trembling slightly. He raised a hand to rest it on Harry's head, then stroked down the back like he had stroked Harry's fur. "What is it?"

Harry mumbled something against Draco's shirt, a few rumbling vibrations that Draco could feel all through his body.

"I didn't catch that."

Harry looked up at him, and even in the dark Draco could see every feature clearly.

"I want you," Harry said, his voice low and deliberate.

Draco felt a plunging sensation, all at once, in his stomach, and had to stay very still to keep his knees from buckling. He saw the want in Harry's face and wondered if it was reflected in his own. The darkness seemed to close in on them and make everything else fade away, and before he knew what he was doing, he reached down and removed Harry's glasses, very slowly, setting them carefully on the bedside table next to them. Then he leaned down, rested his fingertips on one side of Harry's face, looked into Harry's eyes, and touched Harry's lips with his own.

In an instant, he felt Harry's arms tighten around him and Harry's mouth open to catch his. Draco made a sound, of need or something infinitely more desperate, leaning into Harry's kiss, and then tumbled forward, Harry rolling them over so that he landed on top of Draco, still holding onto his wrist. They lay there for a moment, panting heavily, and Draco looked up at Harry, at the way his eyes were sweeping over every inch of Draco's face, at how he stared at Draco's mouth and then looked down at his neck.

Draco reached up with his free hand and put it at Harry's shoulder, wanting to bring him back down, and he was immensely relieved when Harry lowered his head and began mouthing the line of Draco's neck. He felt just the tip of Harry's nose, and then his lips, and then his tongue, and he wanted to laugh and clutch him closer, all at once.

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[fanficrevvie]

Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I’m Leaving Without You)

tags: MCD , grief/mourning , angst , Drarry , HPDM , auror partners, non linear narration

( Spoilers !! )

Review:

Absolutely breathtaking. The way firethesound has encapsulated grieving into this-- it's insane.

It is SO sad, and So beautiful; there are things that will stick to you. Haunt you. The same way it haunts Harry.

For me these are the "You cut toasts in half corners if you love someone," ; The mugs at stasis, holding on for six years. "He was always good at charmwork." ; and of course, "I was wondering when you'd show up."

It haunts me.

I love the parallels, the weaving between past and present by using specific words. It is just so goregous done. And Harry's loss was so huge, by the end of the fic, I felt like it was me who had lost a part of myself.

The whole death part was so abrupt, so sudden, like the snap of fingers. One instant he was here, the other, not. The way Harry had to navigate his life. The way he kept coming across things; socks, jumpers, mugs, memories, the fucking ring. God the ring broke me. That was so cruel. My gods.

As I read this, I began getting angry on Harry's behalf; I was mad when Harry put the ring back; mad when people told him to move on; angry when they said him going to meet the Shade was unhealthy; angry when at the end he did do what was good for him, removing the stasis and cleaning the house.

Gods I was so mad. That's how brilliant this fic is. Definitely a classic.

[charlotlie]

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

[faiell]

you shouldn't trust me

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Are you flirting with me?

Harry: My hand is around your throat, Malfoy

Draco: That’s why I asked

[basiatlu]

Drawtober Day 8: Hide

A ruckus from the locker room entry caused Malfoy to rip away from Harry’s neck.

[ziggystqrdust]

drarry as swan and mercy from the warriors (1979)

horcrux hunt ff + that trope w the stray that just decides they’re part of the group now (they wanna be inaugurated)

[kissmypoets-hp]

hello drarry fandom please accept my humble offerings... they are reading together <3

[short666bread]

[handledwithgloves]

draco is SO “what? like its hard?”

after a montage of him studying, practicing, and holding himself to high standards

[phoebe-delia]

I love you (accusatory) 😡🫵🏻

WELL @l0vegl0wsinthedark I LOVE YOU TOO!! SO THERE!! And to show it, I wrote you this, because after the giddy little giggle I did at reading this ask, I got an idea.

Draco bursts through the door to their flat, making Harry startle where he sits on the couch. He’s about to ask Draco why the hell he’s nearly blown their door off the hinges when he sees the wild look in his boyfriend’s eyes.

Harry raises his eyebrows. “Wha—”

“You,” Draco growls.

Harry sputters. “What did I do!?”

Draco glares at him and slams the door behind him. “You!” He points an accusatory finger at Harry. “I love you!! And it’s all your fault!!”

Harry blinks, his mouth agape, processing. “I—you love me? And you’re angry about it?”

Draco crosses his arms. “Well it is rather inconvenient. It’s entirely distracting throughout the day, even when we’re apart! It inhibits my productivity, Potter! I think about you and your stupid smile and your stupid eyes and your stupid laugh and the stupid way you make me feel—” Draco glares at him again. “And it’s bloody ridiculous!! Because all I want to do is spend every day with you, and care for you, and keep you safe! And just love you!!”

Harry’s so caught off guard, so stunned at this ridiculous, infuriatingly adorable man, that he can’t help the shocked laugh he lets out. When he sees Draco’s eyes flash, he quickly gets up, moving to stand in front of him.

“Well guess what??”

“What?”

“I love you too!!”

“Oh really?” Draco scoffs.

“Yes! I do! It’s all-consuming!” Harry lets his voice rise to Draco’s level. “You’re one of the best things to ever happen to me! I’ve fallen head over heels for you! I love your wit! And your generosity! And how bloody gorgeous you are—it should be illegal!!”

“Well! Then I guess we love each other!” Draco huffs.

“I guess we do!” Harry retorts.

“I love you!”

“I love you more!”

“I love you most!”

“I love you most-est!”

“Oh yeah!?”

“Yeah!”

“Then prove it, Potter!”

Harry strides across the room—and proves it.

[dewitty1]

Salt on the Western Wind

Saras_Girl

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley

Summary:

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected.

Excerpt:

“There you are,” Draco murmurs, appearing in the gap between two huge shelves.

“I wasn’t hiding,” Harry assures.

“Not very well,” Draco agrees, stepping into the cramped space with a warm smile. He is followed by Hamlet, who makes a beeline for Harry and capers, wheezing, around his feet, claws clicking on the hard floor.

“You were worried,” Harry teases.

Draco leans against the shelf beside him. It gives an ominous creak at the extra weight, but somehow remains upright. “I think I can get used to it,” he says, eyes warm on Harry’s and full of a promise that makes him ache.

“Please,” Harry says before he can stop himself. Heat-flooded and embarrassed, he tears his eyes from Draco’s and focuses instead on the shelves opposite: An Ideal Husband, House of Pomegranates, Lady Windermere’s Fan, The Big Book of Coarse Fishing. He frowns. Hamlet flops down and settles on his feet. Draco takes short, careful breaths. Harry hangs on. He isn’t going to be the one to say it, not this time.

“Let’s go back to the house,” Draco says at last. The words are uncertain, almost sighed into the dusty air, but the nervous sharpening of his accent makes the invitation sound almost formal.

With the blood thundering in his ears, Harry gently dislodges Hamlet, who staggers out into the aisle and collapses on his side in a patch of sunlight. He heads for the door, pausing only to offer pointlessly, “I was going to buy you a book.”

Draco’s brief startled smile is rewarding. “You can buy me one tomorrow,” he says lightly, and the rest of the journey along the promenade is conducted in silence.

Not just any silence, but heavy, loaded silence, the kind that feels as though it could crush one’s chest and put a stop to breathing altogether, the kind that fills the mind with maddening vibrations and makes the skin tingle and crackle all over. Wound tight with anticipation, Harry fights to keep a steady pace, to master the urge to break into a run. He looks straight ahead, even when Draco’s fingers brush alongside his own and he wants to throw him up against the nearest wall and shatter the tension into a million pieces, right here in front of all of these people who are happily going about their business, oblivious to the storm raging right in front of them. When the Lakeland comes into view, he can’t resist quickening his pace, just a little, and he is gratified to notice that Draco does the same. He has never been so pleased to see the faded red paint and the arid hanging baskets; he’s home, finally, and there cannot be any more waiting.

The door closes behind him and for several long seconds, they stand in the hallway, just looking at each other and breathing, and then Harry takes a single step closer to Draco and everything seems to happen at once. He’s sure he moves first, but other than that, he has no idea what happens next, only that they are kissing, mouths hot and desperate and careless, and that he is being shoved against the bumpy woodchip-covered wall, and that his hands are gripping Draco’s hips, pulling them flush together and groaning into the kiss as Draco’s erection presses and slides against his, creating delicious friction through far too many layers of clothing.

There is no room in his head for thought, only this. Only Draco. When an unhelpful little part of him tries to point out that this, surely, is a very strange thing to be doing, it is quickly silenced by the powerful wave of desire that sweeps through him, slamming his heart and making his neglected cock throb with need. He gasps, dropping his mouth to Draco’s shoulder and shuddering as Draco threads strong fingers into his hair and presses heated, painful, thrilling kisses to his neck. He hisses, exhilarated, and splays a hand over Draco’s jaw, dragging him back into the kiss, hot and messy and almost enough to finish this right here in the hallway.

Almost, but he wants more, and he pulls back, breathless, thrilled to see the desperation on Draco’s face, the flush to his pale skin and the haze of lust tinged with fear that darkens the silver-grey eyes. In that moment, Harry knows that Draco wants him, he feels it, and it spurs him on, even though he feels clumsy and awkward and even though he doesn’t really have a clue what he’s doing. His instincts cry don’t stop, and he’s never been happier to obey them.

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[sitp-recs]

Hi Sitp!!! Thank you so much for your recs! You're a godsent! Do you have fics where Draco, or Harry, realise they love the other one and the feelings are so strong they decide to run away? And then they come back and grovel? Or just fics with groveling only :)

Hello friend! Great flavour of make up/break up, I’m not generally into (a lot of) grovelling but here are some recs that I hope will work for you:

Be Still by Writcraft (E, 5k)

Harry’s back in England and Draco tries to fix things before he disappears again.

What Real Thing? by loveglowsinthedark (E, 12k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by dicta_contrion (E, 31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

Potential Gravity by zeitgeistic (E, 32k)

Draco is not good at Cards Against Humanity, but Harry’s not good at being human, so it all works out. Except for the explosions. And Harry’s inability to live when Draco’s not around.

Red Thread (that will lead me home to you) by xErised (E, 35k)

It takes four years of travelling and mutual pining for Harry to realise that Malfoy is the only one for him. Of course, he has to express his feelings in the most scandalous way possible—by stopping Malfoy's very proper, very pureblood wedding.

All Roads by korlaena, Saulaie (M, 36k)

Draco hates his job at the Prophet. He hates it even more when he’s assigned to write an article on Harry Potter, who left the country three years ago after their falling out. Draco doesn’t want to face the truth about himself, but he’s stuck between Harry and his duty, and he’s out of options.

(We'll Call This Fixer-Upper) Home by phdmama (E, 52k)

Draco Malfoy hasn’t set foot on English soil in ten years. After the war, he fled to America, where he found himself in a community, and healed himself through following his heart into music. He’s now the lead singer and songwriter for an internationally known band, who have come back to headline the Wiltshire Music Festival.

A Sword Laid Aside by korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

Dwelling on Dreams by The_Sinking_Ship (E, 135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all.

[getfuckedblr]

i’ve been working on this since january. i’m both so fucking glad it’s done and also a little bit disappointed with it. i made my own book cloth and you can see where the heat n bond has seeped through the cloth bc it go too hot, the small spines i really should have thought of while making the typesets, and should’ve upped the font size to make it larger. i think i was so focused on finishing it that i maybe got a little lost in the details u know?

but anyway! i wanted to try my hand at the inspired by clothbound classics covers, and i’m pretty satisfied with how that came out! it was a lot of fun to decorate these with their charms on the bookmarks (my fav is the little tiny perfume on teenage wasteland. like how cute!! and tiny!!) and to try not to get too caught up in reading when i was editing.

i love all of these stories so much and i’m so excited to have made them all into physical books!

[legendrarry]

AU where Auror Potter has a thing for Auror Malfoy having his shirt folded up to his arms.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: Date someone who will let you drag them outside at 3am to look at the stars

Draco: If anyone, and I mean anyone, wakes me up at 3am to go look at the damn sky, they will be removed indefinitely from my life