#bookshop owner draco malfoy

[bccksmarts]

❧ ‘A BEE IN YOUR BONNET’ SENTENCE STARTERS ☙

➤ @samhlaiocht asked: i, of course, am a complete enigma who will divulge none of my secrets. {from Draco!}

   ❝Oh really?❞ Hermione's brow raised as she sat across from him, sipping her mocha coffee. They were at the café which she had suggested over writing to one another on one of the previous evenings. A delightful time, might she add. ❝What if I asked nicely?❞ Her head tilted as a cheeky smile spread on her lips. ❝It'd just be between us, me and you. Like an Unbreakable Vow of sorts.❞

   She watched him then, whether his expressions would change or not. He carried himself similarly to how he used to, pompous and a bit of a prat, but absolutely not as bad. He made up for that. In fact, she found him quite charming. She admired him when they were children, but that was only because he looked charming. He certainly wasn't, not at the time. Now, however, the significance of his changes were visible to anyone, but to her most prominently. Good-looking and actually charming. Had a bit of cheek to him still, but not the sort that made her want to slap him for a second time. She still felt good about that, by the way.

   ❝Well? Tell you what—how about you tell me in one secret and I'll finally tell you whose quidditch jersey I wore. More than once, might I add.❞

[hd-hurtcomfort-fest]

My Kingdom For Your Laugh

Creator: anon Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: G Word count: 9.7k

Warnings/Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Fluff, Friendship, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Romantic Fluff, Getting Together, Falling in Love, Book Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Jack of All Trades Harry Potter, Humor

Summary: If you were to ask Harry, he couldn't say when or why it happened, but he would be able to tell you exactly how he fell in love with Draco Malfoy. It all started in a curious little bookshop, on a small side street off Diagon Alley... No one could have anticipated what would follow, but Harry wouldn’t trade a single second for all the treasure in Gringotts.

Author's note: Every non-magical book title used in this story is a real book title in our Muggle world.

***FIC PAIRING***

Hyacinth Angst || M || 7k

*banner art by @basiatlu

[getawayfox]

Do you have favorite Drarry tropes :)?

Hi Anon! Thank you for sending this ask and giving me an excuse to make another self-indulgent rec list. It was so much fun - mainly because I haven’t been reading much in the last few weeks, so revisiting my favourites for this has been an absolute blast. 

I’m a soft bean and while I will read and enjoy angsty tropes on occasion, you’ll more likely find me searching for wholesome stories. And smut. So, here is a handful of favourites for my most sought-after tropes. I hope you’ll enjoy them as much as I do!

👬 Established relationship

Dragon by @lqtraintracks (M, 356 words) Things get interesting when your husband's Patronus is a Romanian Ridgeback.

It Is I Who Will Surely Expire by @tepre (T, 1k)

I call this: Draco Malfoy is super awake at 3AM staring at the ceiling going over dramatic doom scenarios (while Harry drools on his chest)

Through the Window, Clear Skies by @tackytigerfic (M, 1.4k)

What would happen if Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy moved in together, too soon after they started kissing and then fucking and not hating each other anymore? Will Draco insist on a wine rack? Or: Domestic Drarry with a bare hint of angst.

acts of service by @oknowkiss (E, 5.6k)

Harry's sick, and Draco just wants to take care of him, but they're two idiots in love, so it couldn't possibly be that easy.

✨Bonus: this piece by @bluebutter-art

🤍 Found family

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. Living with Draco (biscuit-lover, no work/life balance, good hair) and his son Scorpius (also biscuit-lover, colour-codes his bricks, proud bearer of plastic swan-shaped garden ornament) gives Harry the routine and companionship he’s always craved. There’s also the matter of the really great sex (because what’s a marriage of convenience without a little fun, after all?) It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year… This isn't the story of the marriage. This is the story of two hurt and damaged men who learned how hard they could work for the sake of love.

Beneath the Wave by @moonflower-rose (M, 30k)

Harry is done with a life in the spotlight. No more adventures, no more mortal peril. He wants a quiet life of food and friends, and family. He even manages to have it for a while, until suddenly there are giant rabbits that need ferrying to a mysterious island, and a handsome Draco Malfoy, and Harry's right back in the middle of the action again, despite his best efforts.

Pages of You by @wolfpants (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Make This Leap by @oflights (M, 118k)

Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

✨Bonus: more art by @bluebutter-art

🍋 Smut with feelings

First Times by @fw00shy (E, 1.5k)

Their first time is in the loo.

Your Breath, My Lungs by @wolfpants (E, 1.7k)

I try not to think of the years we have behind us. School was a lost cause, it was always going to be a lost cause, but in the time since—Eighth Year, all of us cautiously coming together the way we had, how we all ended up, how we are now, nine years later, friends and loved ones and infinitely intertwined—I can’t help but worry if it’s too late for us. Maybe I’ve waited too long to tell him how I feel. - During a friend's engagement party, Harry finally tells Draco how he feels about him.

Flip/Fuck by @shealwaysreads (E, 1.8k)

Switch: to give up (something) and take something else in return

The Night of the Fireworks by @corvuscrowned (E, 6.3)

It isn't easy keeping a relationship a secret, especially when it's so new. So if Harry and Draco can find a moment to sneak off for some alone time, they're going to take it - even if it happens to be during Ginny and Luna's wedding party.

✨Bonus: Cake by the Ocean by @bluebutter-art (E, art)

On Harry's 42nd birthday, Draco treats him to a romantic getaway at the Malfoy's private beach in Sicily.

[fable-and-folly]

Rainbow Rec List

3Inspired by @danpuff-ao3 ‘s Color Self Recs

Pretty in Pink by @writcraft (Drarry, E, 3k)

What happens when the only person who accepts your secrets is the one person you can’t stand?

Hands Red, Hands Red by starlitsilveryes (Drarry, E, 30k)

Harry Potter is an International Quidditch Star with a dark secret behind his celebrity smile; Draco Malfoy is an Auror assigned to a case where he has to catch the world’s most dangerous and renowned criminal.

A story of crime, murder, emotional conflict, and illusion of love for those who are drawn to the allure of darkness.

Orange Blossoms by @danpuff-ao3 (Snarry, T, 3k)

These are foolish times to have hope, and more foolish still to be in love. 

Yellow is the Colour (of My True Love’s Hair) by @mintawasalreadytaken (Drarry, E, WIP.)

Harry Potter can't forget Dumbledore's offer to Draco Malfoy on the parapet. Convinced that saving his nemesis is key to conquering Voldemort, he makes an offer of mercy that intertwines their fates.

Going Green by emynn (Snarry, E, 14k)

It was all Harry ever wanted for Severus to be recognised by the Wizarding world for all he’d done. But when Severus’ newfound popularity leads to a potential love interest, Harry becomes all too familiar with the old adage, “be careful what you wish for.”

The Blue Door by Snegurochka (Snupin, E, 36k.)

There is no situation, no opportunity, no sudden, aching desire that a werewolf can't control. Any man who says otherwise is just a man looking for an excuse

the witching hour (purple midnight) by ElasticElla (Hedric, T, 1k)

The first time Harry notices Cedric is in his third year. Dementors swarm the pitch, and everything goes black. He wakes up later in the hospital wing, the Hufflepuff seeker sleeping in a chair beside him, and Ron tells him in excited whispers how Diggory caught him and the match was declared null.

That Old Black Magic by bixgirl1 (Drarry, E, 77k)

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

The White Road by @perverse-idyll (Snarry, E, 47k)

One day, comfortably set up in the afterlife, Lily Evans Potter switches on the telly and gets hooked on the Harry Potter show.

Flecks of Gray by @wynnefic (Tomarry, T, 1k)

After Harry's second encounter with Voldemort, Lily's protection goes haywire, turning everyone Harry touches to ash. It's very inconvenient.

Sandy Brown Curls by outofbookshelves (Wolfstar, T, 1k)

Sirius stumbles upon a bookshop one day and is immediately smitten with its adorable owner.

[dhr-ao3]

Full Time Clown

Full Time Clown https://ift.tt/jTLb5qI by mysterydragonss Draco goes on dates, they inevitably go wrong somehow, and so he comes home to tell Hermione all about it. Anything is worth it to make her laugh though. *** Hermione snorted as she leant on the side of the display cabinet. Her book shop and adjoined cafe wasn’t busy that lunchtime, so she had time to listen to his tale of woe. “You didn’t ask her that.” Draco grinned at her over the rim of his coffee mug. “I absolutely did.” “Bloody ridiculous man.” She replied, shaking her head and rounding the cabinet, fishing out his favourite apple tart and putting it on a plate. “Carry on then. You promised me it was a disaster.”  Words: 4518, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger's Father, Hermione Granger's Mother, Theodore Nott, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Padma Patil, Original Characters, Crookshanks (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: draco malfoy goes on dates, Fluff and Humor, Fluff and Crack, Friends to Lovers, Minor Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Minor Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson, Eventual Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Humor, Non-Linear Narrative, Potions Shop Owner Draco Malfoy, Bookshop Owner Hermione Granger, Baker Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy Friendship, Not Canon Compliant, Not Beta Read, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, George Weasley Needs a Hug, after the things he's seen, Pride Parades, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), Slam Poetry, French Characters via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/f3IicBS July 18, 2024 at 04:03PM

[zugzwang-ship]

Truths of a Liar (17464 words) by excludednarrative @excluded-narrative

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Alternate Universe - Criminals, Auror Draco Malfoy, Bookshop Owner Hermione Granger, Unreliable Narrator, POV Hermione Granger, Crimes & Criminals, Mystery, Corruption, Mutual Manipulation, Angst, Sexual Tension, Forbidden Love, Things are not what they seem, or are they?, Mild Blood, Minor Character Death, Ambiguous/Open Ending, It's all in the details, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Alternating, Plot Twists, BAMF Hermione Granger, Murder Mystery

[drarryruinedme7]

Fairy Dust

This is for the wonderful @jeldenil ❤️❤️It’s just a little thing, but I hope you’ll enjoy it!

Big thanks to my beta @musingsofaretiredunicorn 😍

Drarry | Rating: General | Word count: 2.8K | Tags: bookshop owner Draco Malfoy, children’s author Harry Potter, books smell, asking on a date | READ IT ON AO3.

Fairy Dust

With a flick of his wand, Draco rearranged the books of his store by author.

Another flick, and the dust on the shelves made a little dance before disappearing.

One last flick, and all the fingerprints on the books’ covers and the pages vanished, leaving them looking like new.

Draco sighed contentedly, looking around his store. He knew that some people thought his obsession with books was a bit weird, but he couldn’t resist his urge to cuddle them and protect them from bad weather, yellowing and dog-earing. In his opinion, books were precious treasures and he thought of himself as an intrepid hero, keeping them safe from ill-intentioned pirates.

That was how this had started. One day, Pansy had looked at the umpteenth new shelf full of books in Draco’s house and had scoffed. “Merlin’s balls, Draco, your house looks like a bookshop! Can’t you just borrow your books from libraries, as everyone else does?”

Draco remembered the feeling when he’d heard those words. His heart had started beating fast in his chest, making his hands tremble slightly. He’d grinned at Pansy, saying excitedly, “You’re right! I’ll open a bookstore!”

“That’s not what I — ”

“I can already see it, I’ll mix Muggle and Wizarding books; people will love it!”

Pansy had shaken her head, amused, but she’d been smiling too. Draco had been living in Muggle London ever since the War had ended and the trials had freed him as a ‘forced death eater who was just a kid.’ He hated that definition—no one believed it, not even himself, and people still looked at him with suspicion and hatred. In the end, Muggle London had seemed a good enough solution, but he still hadn’t found what he wanted to do for a living.

It had been feverish months, but in the end Draco’s bookstore, Fairy Dust, had opened, and Muggles loved it. They were fascinated with all the ‘fantasy books’ by authors they’d never heard of, with how pristine the books were, and with the warm smell of the books themselves, that seemed to pervade the air like in no other bookstore in London.

No one knew that the unknown authors were wizards and witches, and that magic helped to preserve the books and to enhance their smell just enough.

During the first difficult months, Draco had almost lived in the bookstore, remaining there even well after closing, rearranging the books, checking that everything was in its right place, balancing the magical account-book and unpacking boxes and boxes of new books to shelve.

When the sky became darker, Draco would linger, seeking a bit of relaxation before going back home. He’d light some candles and spell on classical music—usually Tchaikovsky—and select a new book to read. Even if he sold them, he still had a huge pile of books to read, especially from the Muggle part of his collection.

He’d walk slowly through the shelves, lightly caressing the books’ spines, and when he’d decided on his new read, he’d take it to one of the couches in the reading parlour. He’d open it, his fingers delicate, careful to not wrinkle the dust jacket or the pages and would immerse himself in a new world. Sometimes, Draco would stop reading to gently bring the book near his face, to briefly inhale the smell of the pages. He didn’t even realise he did it; when he read, he instinctively tried to experience it fully, with all of his senses.

There were times when Draco fell asleep reading on the couch and would wake up with a start in the middle of the night, his body aching from the awkward position. Other times he wasn’t so lucky, and he woke up only with the first rays of sunshine coming through the windows of Fairy Dust, too late to go back home and get ready. He would try to make himself decent with magic and would start the day thinking he really needed some time off.

It was one of those mornings. This time Pansy woke Draco up knocking on the door of the bookstore half an hour before the opening. She was holding a large bag and when Draco opened the door, she entered without even saying ‘Hi.’ She hurried to his desk and dumped the bag on it with a loud thump, raising an eyebrow.

“Did you fall asleep here again?”

Draco nodded slowly, still not fully awake. She sighed and went on. “You need to rest properly, Draco! But not today. Today I have a surprise for you. I’ve found some books that I think would be great for your Reading Thursdays!”

Reading Thursdays were an event Draco had started a few weeks before. He had noticed that many children were fascinated with all his books that told of magic and enchanted places—they never wanted to go back home, enthralled by the drawings and the shining letters of those books. After seeing the latest kid begging his mother to stay a few minutes longer, to read ‘just one more chapter,’ Draco decided to open two hours, from 4 to 6 pm, in the reading parlour to read books out loud to the children. It rapidly became a crowded and much-loved event in his bookstore’s neighbourhood.

He yawned and finally looked up drowsily at Pansy. “Pansy, if you brought me your vampire romances again, I swear…”  

Pansy shook her head and took a book out of her bag, shouting, “Better!” and shoving it into Draco’s chest.

Draco took it and his face lost what little colour it had naturally, his eyes snapping fully open now. On a shining green cover with a drawing of four dragons, stood out the title, The Triwizard Tournament, and just under it, “by Harry Potter.”

Those two words spiralled in Draco’s mind for so long that they were starting to lose meaning when Pansy beamed, “So?”

Draco tried to speak, only to find out his throat had gone completely dry. He swallowed sharply and leaned the book on the desk. “He’s a writer? Of children books?”

Pansy smirked and emptied the whole bag on the desk: dozens of books fell on it, in an abundance of colours and seemingly endless repetition of the name Harry Potter all over them. Draco’s jaw fell open and he started opening each book, briefly scanning the pages, brushing his fingers over the drawings of Potter’s deeds, absent-mindedly smelling the pages. They smelled of new, of magic, and of bravery, and Draco cursed himself for being so sentimental over stupid pieces of paper.

Pansy laughed heartily. “I knew you’d like them. Have a look, seems like our old friend has got a unique way of telling stories. I’ve got to go to work, now! Let me know what you think.”

Draco waved a lazy hand at her, muttering a farewell under his breath and continuing to flip through the pages of Potter’s books. Reawakening from the stupor of such a discovery, Draco glanced at his clock to see it was time to open the bookstore. He got up and turned the sign on the door to ‘Open.’

The rest of the day passed in a haze for Draco. He smiled and helped his customers, but his mind had travelled far away—to a time when his life was dominated by magic, when he lived in a big ancient castle, when he used to believe stupid things and had ruined forever his chance to become friends with the great Harry Potter… the same Potter who was now writing children’s books about his life. What a show off! But, at the same time, Draco couldn’t avoid the curiosity that spread through him.

Potter had never struck him as an artistic kind of person. What had changed in these years? Was he really a good writer? When the sky turned black once again, Draco’s entire body was thrumming with excitement to read Potter’s books. He switched the sign on the door to ‘Closed’ and hurried to sit in the couch, a hot cup of tea in one hand and The Triwizard Tournament open in his lap. He started reading it and soon found himself absorbed in its world, in the wonderful way Potter had crafted a narrative of the events, to make it enjoyable for young readers, in the brief sentences here and there that made Draco understand what Potter had actually lived all those years ago.

Had he really been so blind to think that Potter’s life had been easy and happy only because of his fame? And the drawings… they were so vivid, so colourful and immersive. When Draco reached the end of the book, his heart skipped a beat. “Drawings by Harry Potter.” Draco’s mind blacked out and he stared at the page without blinking. Had he known Harry Potter at all during those seven years of school? He closed the book, wishing he could start his life once again and get to know this famous Harry Potter, after all.

That night he fell asleep dreaming of another life, where a hand hadn’t been rejected and Draco was under the water, waiting for Potter to save him before the other Triwizard champions…

^^^^^

After a non-stop month, Harry was happy to finally have some free time, away from writing. His first series of children’s books was completed, and he could finally take a breath of relief. He was walking along the streets of Muggle London, looking in at the windows of the shops, smiling at the freedom he had amongst Muggles. Sometimes he really needed those moments when he could walk in public without being asked for an autograph or a photo with a stranger.

He distractedly glanced at a window and almost tripped over his feet, coming to a halting stop. His books were displayed just there, in plain Muggle London. Was he having hallucinations? His gaze hovered higher, to look inside the shop… A blond man was sitting on the floor, one of Harry’s books open in his lap, reading to a bunch of children. Harry squinted harder... Merlin’s tits! It was Draco Malfoy!

Harry’s heart flew to his throat. What the fuck was happening? Harry’s mind was racing to understand the situation, when Draco Malfoy flicked his eyes up, just in time to glimpse Harry standing like an idiot outside the store, gaping like a fish. Harry widened his eyes and weakly waved a hand to greet him.

After ten years. He. Waved. His. Hand. To. Draco. Malfoy. What an idiot.

Malfoy tightened his lips as if to suck in a breath and then his cheeks flushed a crimson red, but he quickly flicked his eyes back to the children, continuing to read.

Taking a deep breath, Harry entered the bookstore and slowly approached Malfoy, sitting amongst the children. Malfoy didn’t seem to notice him, but a twitch of his jaw and a light stammering on a word told Harry he’d seen him enter.

After that, Malfoy continued to read passionately, smiling in a way Harry had no idea could be possible for his ex-nemesis, using his voice expressively, contorting his face to match what he was reading. He held the kids’ attention, and Harry’s, too. Malfoy seemed sweet, creating a masterful performance for the children sitting raptly in front of him. Had he known Draco Malfoy at all during those seven years of school?

When the story was finished and the children had gone home with their parents, only Harry remained in the bookstore, sat on the pillows on the floor, nervously scratching a patch on it. Malfoy sat in front of him, fidgeting with the book. He cleared his throat. “Potter.”

Harry flicked his eyes up to meet Malfoy’s. “Malfoy… I… It’s been ages!” He stood up and reached Malfoy, offering him his hand.

Malfoy took it and got up. “Ages, indeed. What brings you here?”

Harry felt his cheeks burning; was he really having a civil conversation with Malfoy? “I finished writing my first series of books and so I was enjoying a day off. I had no idea you… you have a bookstore?”

Malfoy smiled and Harry felt his cheeks getting even hotter if possible. When had Malfoy become so handsome? “Exactly. And you’re a writer. It’s a small world...”

Harry found himself grinning like a girl at his first crush. “Surely a weird coincidence. You are, erm, you are good with this stuff. And your bookstore… it’s so neat, beautiful and… cosy.”

They stared at each other in silence for a minute, before bursting out laughing. Malfoy regained control first. “We look like two idiots. Can I offer you something to drink, or maybe —”

Right at that moment, the door of the bookstore opened loudly, and Harry heard quick steps advancing in their direction, while Draco rolled his eyes and whispered, “Oh no.”

Harry turned to see a large woman, with curly hair standing up all over her head and an angry frown on her face, practically running towards them. She stopped right next to Harry, ignoring him and pointing a big finger towards Malfoy. “You! You are a librarian! How can you read such stuff to children! Shame on you!”

Harry raised his eyebrows, barely stifling laughter. Was that woman referring to his books? He risked a peek at Malfoy and saw him with his usual scowl in place. Some things never changed.

He crooked his head and answered with a calm that Harry never would have expected from him. “Mrs Delaoui, we’ve talked about this several times now. I find Harry Potter’s books more than appropriate for children: they love them, and the books teach them good lessons and values. I will never—not today, nor any other day—stop reading or selling them.”

The so-called Mrs Delaoui turned an alarming shade of red and stomped her feet on the ground, like a capricious child who’d been refused a sweet. “They are full of violence! And death and such strong words. This… how do you call him… Voldemort? He’s too bad for children, they could take him as a role model! I won’t bring my child here again under any circumstance and I will write to this famous Harry Potter and —”

Harry couldn’t restrain anymore and burst out laughing so hard he had to lean against a shelf, holding his belly. The woman looked at him, astounded. When he calmed down enough to answer, he looked at her, shaking his head. “Oh, I am sorry, Ma’am. Don’t mind me.” After all, it wasn’t every day that he could witness Malfoy supporting him.

Malfoy snorted and started again. “Look, Ma’am, I’ll repeat myself one last time. If you don’t want to bring here your child again that’s fine by me. And try to reach Harry Potter, too, if you feel like it. But what I can tell you is that I won’t stop selling these books, and the reason is simple. You say there is violence and death, but have you ever actually read the most famous fairy tales? They are all about princesses in danger, knights who have to kill an enemy for their love, and orphans who’ve lost their parents in horrifying ways. This is no less, no more. And I’ll tell you one more thing: these books teach children bravery, real friendship, humility, and to fight for the right things. I wish someone had taught me those things when I was a child. So, for the last time: I’ll never stop reading or selling Harry Potter’s books.”

Harry was looking at Malfoy with his mouth slightly open, his heartbeat racing in his chest. This Draco Malfoy seemed a far cry from the one he used to know, and he felt a sudden strong pull to get to know this new man standing right in front of him, defending him and his past to a Muggle.

Mrs Delaoui seemed at a loss for words and looked back and forth from Harry to Draco. “Well!” She cried out, “That’s! I don’t… goodbye!”

She turned and angrily stalked off, the sounds of her stomping feet the only one reverberating in the bookstore before she exited, slamming the door behind herself.

Harry glanced at Malfoy again and saw that a blush was covering most of his face and the visible part of his neck; Harry couldn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Malfoy must have felt his eyes on him, because he turned to Harry and pursed his lips, trying to hold back a smile of his own. “I…”

Harry briefly shook his head. “I never thought I’d live to see the day Draco Malfoy would defend me.”

This time Malfoy did smile, and Harry thought he could see a future in the gleam of Malfoy’s eyes. “And I never thought I’d live to see the day I’d go out on a date with Harry Potter.”

Harry crossed his arms and smirked. “Who said we’re going out on a date?”

Malfoy leaned in towards Harry, his breath ghosting over his lips. “Scared, Potter?”

Harry held his gaze. “You wish, Malfoy.”

[drarryspecificrecs]

2022.04 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

1. When Times are Dire by @aibidil [E, 130k]

►Magical Britain is screwed, and it's once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

2. Make This Leap by @oflights [M, 118k]

►Harry owns a struggling restaurant which is running out of money, and his Head Chef has just handed in notice. He's at a bit of a loss as to what to do until Narcissa Malfoy presents an obvious solution: bring in Draco Malfoy as Chef and part owner. Harry does.

3. Pages of You by @wolfpants [E, 102k]

►Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. [...]

4. Paroled by Sita_Z [M, 83k]

►The war is over. Sentenced for his crimes, Draco Malfoy finds himself looking at several long years in Azkaban. Behind bars, Lucius and Narcissa are scheming to get their son out of prison, and they’re not above involving the Boy-Who-Lived. Harry, of course, never could say no when it comes to saving people.

5. Two Shadows in the Night by @ubiestveritas [T, 80k]

►Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry returns to his old school to claim the position of DADA teacher. The way he's been ignoring his issues and trying to live up to everyone's impossibly high expectations is catching up to him. Will a certain blond ex-Death Eater be able to help him finally heal?

6. Echoing Green by @thegatheringdust [E, 70k]

►Back at Hogwarts for his eighth year, Draco is offered the opportunity of a lifetime: the chance to enter a prestigious potion competition and maybe salvage his future. The only catch? He has to work with Potter. After everything they’ve been through, asking for Potter’s help seems like Draco’s worst nightmare. But as they struggle to heal old wounds, Draco begins to question everything he thought he knew about himself and about the boy who won’t stop staring at him with those terrible green eyes.

7. The Writing on The Wall by inkycreamscone [M, 56k]

►in which Draco is an outcast, Harry is the Golden Boy, and a Muggle song scrawled on a shower wall, of all things, bridges the years of... everything between them. The only hitch is- neither of them realise who they're communicating with as they scribble lyrics down one after the other.

8. I Wish I Could Forget by literary_lion [M, 55k]

►Draco Malfoy disappears one night and Harry begins to doubt the likelihood of the quiet year at Hogwarts he had hoped for. But Harry’s suspicions are turned on their head when he discovers that Malfoy is the one who needs his help (not that the stubborn git will admit it). // A story of building and fighting for connections in the aftermath of trauma.

9. The Golden Boy by @flightinflame [M, 53k]

►A spell cast in anger exposes a secret Draco wanted kept hidden, and Harry has to try and deal with the consequences of his impulsiveness, pass his OWLs, and manage the relationship that is forming between him and the boy he assumed was his enemy.

10. Draco Malfoy the Reconstructed Slytherin Prince by gokioh [T, 48k]

►Returning for his 8th year at Hogwarts; Draco must face the challenges of trying to better the Malfoy name, gain the highest grades for his N.E.W.T.s and take charge of his life again. It's a lot harder when he now has the entirety of the Slytherin students looking at him for guidance and his friends ready and waiting for his orders.

※ HONOURABLE MENTIONS :

11. The Bond by Myneighbourtodoro_ki [T, 47k]

►Harry is an auror and Draco a potioneer. A new potion is sweeping across wizarding Britain and Harry is tasked with catching the guys who are behind it. But when does any of Harry Potter's plans go exactly as planned?

12. Heal Thyself by @astolat [T, 46k]

►[...] “What course?” Draco said, then, “No, don’t be ridiculous,” when he realized she meant the notice pinned up on the board he’d been staring at: Applicants To The Introductory Mediwizard Course For The Coming Term Shall Present Themselves In The Chief Mediwizard’s Office By August 24th.

13. Coming to my senses by suhtmuikkis [T, 44k]

►Harry and Draco are forced to live together due to a spell/potion accident gone wrong. To make matters more interesting, they need to navigate a world where Harry loses one sense at a time, while Draco gets theirs heightened.

14. Once and Never Again by Avonne [E, 40k]

►One morning after with his sworn enemy should be enough to warn Draco that he's going down a dangerous path. But does he learn? Of course not. Month after month, he finds himself returning to Potter's embrace. What is wrong with him?

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The Affair of Truth and Treachery by erysichthon [E, 36k]

Affection by blueraven1340 [T, 34k]

all my love's wrapped in shades of red by asininemind [T, 15k]

any day now by @oknowkiss [E, 16k]

Hanahaki by @ladyroxanne21 [E, 30k]

If You Tell Another Soul by TabithaMonpress [E, 18k]

The notches in the door frame by Bluemask [E, 23k]

Once More With Feeling by InnerLilith [E, 28k]

The Snake Charmer by RecklessHeartbeat [T, 26k]

Two Broken Halves Of A Whole by Bookworm_For_Life [G, 20k]

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[thebooktopus]

in a truly remarkable feat, if I do say so myself, I got this wolf into a pair of pants, just for @theonlywolfpants. they're a lovely pair of dungarees, access point for their tail and everything. alas, my photographer only captured the wolf's face. needless to say, I fired the photographer. the wolf is probably still out there, fashion icon of the woods. I think MM may be rotting my brain.

ANYWAYS, what can I say about wolf. they describe themself as a cheerful soft goth which I absolutely love. they're clever as hell- go read through their top posts some time- I was simultaneously chuckling and nodding my head along with them. for being a soft goth, I associate them with sunshine and shiny vibes- they're always super friendly and inclusive, participating in all the ask games and prompt challenges and just generally being a force for good in this little corner of the internet. they've only been writing in this fandom for about six months, and it's absolutely incredible what they've come up with in that time!!

random superlatives and recs:

Remus Raises Harry: Forever Live and Die // E // 83K // Wolfstar // such an amazing character study of Remus Lupin! I was captivated from the first word to the last - this was a brilliant canon divergence, and it was so good to see these three broken boys get a different story.

watch Draco come undone: Wilderness // E // 2K // Drarry // soft, soft, soft. hot, hot, hot.

[chanting] wolfstarbucks. wolfstarBUCKS! WOLFSTARBUCKS! Of Earth and Electric Storms // E // 5K // Wolfstarbucks (lol) // ok for all my cheering, this was actually such a quiet read. it's a slow embrace, james becoming enveloped by an established wolfstar with open arms and soft kisses. I melted.

probably my fav fic of this pairing: Seas Between Us // M // 7K // Remus/James // this is a wholly underrated rare pair, and wolf absolutely killed it. you feel James' ache down to your bones, and the inevitability of it all culminates in such a lovely, satisfying way.

WIP I can't wait to read: Pages of You // E // WIP // Drarry // tags I'm totally obsessed with: "Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter" "Established Remus Lupin/Sirius Black" "Bookshop Owner Sirius Black" "Gay bookshop" "Business Rivals" "Found Family" "Gay Pride" "Camping" "Sex Positivity" "Sexual Exploration" "Happy Ending" (also, it sounds like it needs "Epistolary" ie my absolute favorite tag of all time just saying) COME ON IT SOUNDS AMAZING

wolf! I'm so enjoying being in your orbit, and hope to get to know you better. I hope you're having a great day! 💚

for more info on mutuals march and/or to figure out why the hell I just wrote an ode to you, check out this post.

[wolfpants]

Pages of You, Chapter Seventeen: I Came Here to Meet You

He checks his watch, wiping at the screen, the digital numbers flickering away as the seconds tick by.

He shuffles awkwardly out of the way as two young tourists squeeze in to get a better look at the sculpture’s placard, and just as Harry rounds the corner of the boxy plinth, he sees him.

It’s disorientating, at first.

He’s a single point of brightness in the crowded gallery, and everyone around him blurs like the diluted landscape of a watercolour painting. He’s coming closer, a look of nervous determination on his face that hardens as soon as they’re toe to toe.

For a second, maybe two, Harry forgets how to breathe.

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Title: Pages of You

Follow up story to Led by Light - but not essential reading.

Pairings: Draco/Harry, Sirius/Remus

Rating: E/18+

Tags: AU (non-magical), 1980s setting, FWB, enemies to friends to lovers, secret identity, letters, pen pals, 1980s music, social issues, bookshop, bookshop owner Sirius Black, teacher and historian Remus Lupin, university student Harry Potter, university student Draco Malfoy, period typical attitudes, London, bisexuality, business rivals, coming out, romantic comedy, established Wolfstar

Summary: Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't.

In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

From the beginning (ao3)

Read Chapter Seventeen (ao3)

[plant-flwrs]

plant-flwrs masterlist!

updated immediately after a new fic is posted.

requests are temporarily closed

some guidelines: 

pronouns 

no incest/george x fred x reader

 no professor x student pairings

i write for just about any character in the hp universe, but if you’d like to make sure, just send an ask!

smut is marked with an asterisk (*)

HARRY POTTER - golden trio era

Fred Weasley:

House Unity: Dating a Ravenclaw would be a great stride in house unity, wouldn’t it?

Smiling Kisses: (requested) Your flirtatious friendship with Fred is taken to the next level after he tries to kiss you at breakfast.

Roller Skates: (requested)  The American transfer student draws attention to herself with her accent, but Fred is drawn to something else about her.

The Missing Piece: (requested) Fred with a bookworm, introverted reader

Rivalries As Old As Time: (requested)  Fred and George are usually united on everything, but Fred’s crush on Draco Malfoy’s sister is definitely something they disagree on.

Heart Of Glass:  (requested)  Fred broke up with you just before the war, and when he couldn’t find you after the battle cleared he thought you died. You’re alive and well, living as a celebrity among the muggle world. One night reunites you two, and neither of you can deny the feelings that spark.

Never Too Old For Fun: (requested)  Fred is caught in your snowball fight, and he can’t stop thinking about you afterwards.

Insecurities: (requested) You and Fred are hopelessly in love with each other, but you don’t believe him when he finally admits it.

The Bookshop: (requested) Fred discovers a quaint little bookshop with a gorgeous owner, who happens to be a Longbottom.

Bets Off: (requested) Fred makes a bet with George that entails fake dating you for at least a month. He never expected to fall in love with you.

Weasley Family Christmas Photos:  You’re included on the traditional Weasley family Christmas pictures.

The Map’s Findings: (requested) Harry and Ron think they’ve discovered a secret relationship between you and Fred. Little do they know, they’ve just been clueless to the obvious romance all around them.

Undetachable: (requested) Fred protects you during Bill and Fleur’s wedding

Lacquer: Fred asks you to paint his nails

Ruined Parties: Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.

Romeo and Juliet: Fred reads Romeo and Juliet and can’t help but fall in love.

George Weasley:

Sweet Treats: (requested) Stumbling into the kitchens late at night, thinking he wasn’t looking for anything in particular, he came across you. George realized you were exactly what he had been looking for.

Budding Romance: (requested)  George needs a tutor for Herbology, but has no plans on learning.

The Yule Ball: (requested)  “You didn’t want anything to do with this ball if George wasn’t with you, hell you didn’t want anything to do with life if George wasn’t with you.”

Drama: (requested)  You and Cho Chang never got along, and when push comes to shove, George gets to see just how angry you can get.

Studying: (requested)  Exams are stressing you out, but George always seems to be there to help you relax.

Mischief: (requested)  George falls for the mischievous pureblood Slytherin who couldn’t care less about blood status.

Family Is Complicated: (requested) The Weasley’s have never liked George’s girlfriend, and one snide remark makes George finally lose it.

Similar Shadows: (requested)  Living in the Malfoy shadow conditioned you to behave a certain way, avoid certain things. But, once your able to use the Quidditch pitch to finally prove you are something different than your last name, everything seems to fall into place. You even catch a certain Weasley’s eye.

Flushed: (requested)  George’s girlfriend never blushes, and it’s all he wants to see.

Essays Can Wait: (requested) George is just too cute to ignore, even if he’s trying to distract you from two huge essays.

Coward: (requested) George asks Alicia to the ball when he really wanted to ask you, but he makes it up to you.

Cat Person: (requested) You tell George you’re an animagus

*Late Night Rendezvous:  You and George sneak off to the library for some privacy *

A Secret Santa Proposal: George gets you the perfect secret Santa gift

Hedonism in High School: George Weasley joins your study group, even though he doesn’t need the studying.

Draco Malfoy:

Cologne: You smell Draco’s cologne in your Amortentia, and he notices your reaction.

Three’s a Crowd: sequel to Cologne! Cedric Diggory takes notice when Draco hasn’t officially asked you to the Yule Ball. Cedric only wants to make sure you don’t go alone ;)

Peachy:  Draco has always liked you, he just didn’t realize how much until you turned up to class with a hickey he didn’t give you.

Drunk: (requested) You and Draco are enemies until one drunken night leads to a confession of secret feelings.

Christmas Parties: You help Draco through his nerves about one of his parents’ Christmas parties.

Ruined Parties: Older brother Draco! (not romantic) Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.

Ginny Weasley:

Sun: Six years of being in love with Ginny Weasley. Watching her date boys and capture the attention of Harry Potter. Eventually, confessions are the only things left.

Luna Lovegood:  

Picnic:  Luna surprises you with a picnic.

Exploration: (requested) Luna helps you explore your feminine side.

Hermione Granger:

Library Confessions: (requested)  Hermione overhears you confessing your feelings about her.

Neville Longbottom:

Secret Admirer: (requested)  Your secret admirer also turns out to be your Herbology tutor.

Misc:

The Teenage Girl at 12 Grimmauld Place: Sirius has an overdramatic daughter who can’t help but interrupt The Order’s meeting.

Hermione Granger/Ginny Weasley:

Dreams Come True: Hermione felt like her feelings for Ginny wouldn't be a problem. She could manage. Until she had to spend the summer at the burrow.

HARRY POTTER - marauders era

Remus Lupin:

Under The Mistletoe: (requested)  Staying at Hogwarts for the holidays seemed like the best way to avoid distractions, but with the Marauders there, distractions are guaranteed. Especially when your crush on Remus proves to be incredibly distracting.

Wolfstar (Remus Lupin/Sirius Black):

Will The World Burn?:  Remus and Sirius and their blissful life surrounded by books, tea, rain, crumpled bedsheets, and each other.

Eternal Spring (Series Masterlist): Remus was fine being alone until a mysterious and loud man crashes his motorbike into Remus’ life.

Misc:

New Years Eve at The Order of the Phoenix Headquarters:   The Order of The Phoenix celebrates the new year.

Puppy Dog Eyes: James uses Padfoot in a failed attempt at flirting with you.

[minty-malfoy]

reading between the lines

• pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

• summary: draco takes you on a date that involves lots of hand holding and a cozy bookshop.

• request: Hi! I was wondering if you could write a Draco malfoy imagine where he and the reader are dating, and he takes her for a hogsmeade date at a bookshop, because she is a bookworm, and they pick books for each other and he pays for everything?

• word count: 2.9k

a/n: no thoughts head empty just draco fluff. this is meant to be a breather after all the angsty love triangle fics i wrote for this boy

oh & this would've been out way sooner if I stopped being too much of a perfectionist (which I did like midway) so yeah I'm finally putting it out and just hoping for the best. my writing style had a weird identity crisis when I was working on this, but let's pretend it didn't. enjoy!

"Cold, isn't it?"

You look up at the voice's owner, only to catch a mixture of sympathy and a terribly smug I told you so on his pretty face.

Despite your scoff, you know he's right, and so does he. The chilly autumn air was penetrating through the fabric of your coat, mercilessly tickling the skin underneath; feeling like an in between that's neither as icy and cold as winter, nor as warm and friendly as summer. Regardless, it's something that your boyfriend, whom your fingers are laced with, doesn't seem to like.

"C'mere," he finally grumbles, tugging you closer towards him. "Merlin, (y/n), couldn't have underdressed more than this, could you?" he says bitterly, but his eyes display the complete opposite. You've learned to recognize the glint of affection in his orbs quite easily by now.

"I was in a hurry!" you exclaim with a wide grin that betrays your stern excuse. "And you don't have to be so rude and mean about it."

"Well, pardon me for being against the idea of my girlfriend freezing out in this weather. Now enough of that, give me your hands," he orders, because the only other thing Draco would be against is the idea of arguing with you, especially when it's over such trivial things. This was just his way of deflating the situation.

You eye him curiously as his hands rub into yours, enveloping them completely with his own. Then when he catches you staring, a small smirk finds its way onto his lips. Suddenly he's lifting one of your hands to his face, holding it right under his mouth before placing a few soft breathy kisses there. Even with the fabric of your glove in between, you can still easily feel the warm contact of his lips.

You can't tell whether it's due to the cold air that a blush paints itself on Draco's cheeks, but you decide not to think about it, because now you're looking away to hide a blush of your own.

Both of you continue walking with hands still entwined, letting the air glide around your bodies softly. It's a complete juxtaposition of the ecstatic impatience pulsing through your veins, all contained behind your soft smile that Draco doesn't need to point out or question. He knows you're excited, and he knows the reason perfectly well.

You've been giddy ever since he proposed taking you on a bookshop date. After all, it involved two of the things you loved most: Draco Malfoy, and your undying passion for reading. It was no secret how often Draco found you deeply engrossed in a book, without fail making him feel awestruck and simultaneously envious. Not that he would ever admit he got jealous over an inanimate object, of course, and least of all to you.

Deep down, Draco's more than happy to see the joy in your eyes when you're rereading one of your favorite books, or the cheerfulness in your smile after picking up a new one. He loves you and your hobby all the same.

When you finally make it to the bookshop, you practically have to hold back from stampeding directly into it, pursing your lips into a line to contain your enthusiasm. This, of course, doesn't go without Draco's notice, and you don't mind the chuckle he sends your way. You're far too occupied with the thought of gliding your fingers over the eclectic book collections.

He pulls you inside gently while eyeing your reaction the entire time, and frankly, he can't help but melt at the way your eyes light up in childlike wonder, the way you take in the familiar scent of parchment, and the way you finally turn to him with an uncontainable grin.

"I have a proposal to make," you announce, unaware of the way your grin makes his heart skip a bit.

"Should I be worried?" he smirks.

"We should pick a book for eachother!"

Draco thinks over the idea in his head for a moment or two, finding it hard to deny that it was rather pointless to him. Neither of you are sure what the other would like, and for the most part, his concerns are true. But then again, it's the way your smile brightens up at the idea, coupled up with his curiosity as to what you'd possibly pick for him, that ultimately leads him to accept the suggestion.

You give his hand a light squeeze before finally pulling away and parting to another section of the bookshop. Draco's left to stare at his empty hand with an obvious frown. Maybe he shouldn't have agreed to this, he thinks, as he's missing the contact already. All he wants is to have you nearby, to see the enthusiasm in your face from each book that you pull out. But when his eyes meet yours in the far off corner of the bookshop, he smiles tenderly, and decides to let you be. There's always more time for physical affection later.

Back in your spot in the bookshop, you're already eyeing the countless racks of books in wonder, roaming over every cover and title curiously. For once, you're somewhat thankful to have time and space to yourself from the blonde slytherin. To select a book for him, you would have to be methodical and punctilious. Neither are ever easy when he's around, when it feels like your rational thinking is all turned into mush. Hence, rather than wasting a single second, you immediately focus on the task at hand.

For a brief moment, you wonder if Draco had already deduced the type of book you'd get him, considering how obvious it is by the section you instantly went towards.

Non-fiction, the factual informative reading that might suit his tastes and interests. Something under astronomy seems to make the most sense, although then again, you assume he already knows most there is to know under that natural science. School related studies like potions and transfiguration cross your mind as well, albeit briefly, because you're not sure what good it would be to give someone a book on something they're already quite good at.

You toss your thoughts back and forth as your fingers fumble over multiple books, hoping one of them could strike you with a burst of inspiration. But it isn't until a peculiar idea lights up like a light bulb in your head. You didn't necessarily have to give Draco something he would like, as long as your choice would be meaningful and thoughtful.

That's exactly how you make up your mind and gingerly pull out a certain book with a content smile, keeping it tucked under your arm as you continue to browse the selection for a few books for yourself.

"All done, love?"

You spin around in one swift motion, quickly hiding the book you chose for him behind your back, although it wasn't the easiest thing to do when you had a couple other in your hold.

"What do we have here?" he cheekily tries to catch a peek, but you're already backing away spontaneously.

"It's a surprise!" you squeal, and Draco already has his hands held out innocently, chuckling slightly when he says, "Alright, alright. Now let's go purchase all these books."

You follow him to the cashier where you hand over all the items you've been holding. You reach for your purse in the bag you had with you, rummaging around for it with your fingers. But when you finally pull it out with a triumphant smile, you find that Draco has beat you to it, and he's already paying for all the books you chose.

You give him a look that says that's not fair, but you know it's just one of his many ways of showing his adoration for you.

He picks up the paper bags and begins heading towards the exit, where he's stopped midway by a kiss on the cheek. In other words, your little way of thanking him.

"keep doing that and I'll end up buying you this entire bookshop," he tells you in a half joke, betraying the fact that deep down he's rather serious about the idea. Draco Malfoy had come to a point where spending money was the least of his worries when it came to you.

"Tempting," you hum. "but you know I'd rather do it for free." you get up on your tiptoes again and plant a second kiss on his cheek, as if to prove your point. His hand reaches for the spot with an affectionate look directed your way; not entirely used to receiving the loving words and gestures that you give him.

"There's another bookshop nearby. Fancy giving it a look?" he asks with a wink.

You let out a faux gasp, smacking his shoulder playfully, "If you want more kisses, all you have to do is ask! And besides, I'll make sure to give you lots of them when we get back."

He smiles widely, leaning closer to whisper in your ear, "Well, I'll make sure you stay true to your word on that."

The two of you giggle as you finally walk back out into the outdoors, where the cold air greets you before anything else could. You're trying your best not to shiver, mainly out of knowing it might ignite a second wave of Draco's lecturing. Not that he'd notice, really, he's far too busy staring at that pretty smile of yours and how much he wants to capture it with the matching one on his face.

And he almost would have if you didn't snap him out of his thoughts, reaching for a specific book and pulling it out for him to see. It didn't take much to figure out what you were doing, so he grabbed a book of his own before you both exchanged the two items.

"How did you know what I'd like?" you ask him, gazing at the hardback under your fingers, feeling the texture you've become familiar with against your skin. But when Draco doesn't respond, you take a glance at him with a raised brow.

"Romance?" he blinks in confusion a few times, struggling to hide the surprise at your choice of what was, frankly, not his cup of tea. He's not entirely sure on what to say, so you fill in the silence for him.

"I know it doesn't suit your tastes, but I thought it would be nice to get you something I like instead. Kind of like showing you a part of me that you'll only understand through things like books."

He looks between you and the book, processing the explanation that you gave him. Until finally, his signature smile is back on his face and he says, "I won't promise that I'll like it."

In moments like these, it was easy to read between the lines, when Draco showed his love through actions much more than words. "I won't promise that I'll like it" rather meant "I'm willing to give it a shot only because it means something to you" and it held a larger amount of affection than he let on.

"What?" Draco asks, noticing the stupid lovesick grin decorating your face.

"Oh, nothing. You're adorable."

He raises a challenging brow to match his response, "I think either menacing or charming is far more suitable. Adorable is far off the list." but you still notice the blush on his cheeks. It's not that hard to miss, honestly, with the color of his skin.

"I stand by my statement."

Draco nearly snorts at this, already thinking of an alternative counter argument. One quickly comes to mind, "Try telling that to someone like Weasley. Bet he'd puke before he could even begin proving you wrong."

You roll your eyes, "Well, he's not the one you're snogging or taking on bookshop dates, is he?"

Draco sucks in a sharp breath, stuck between finding it useless to continue the disagreement while also grimacing at the sudden image of him snogging Ron Weasley, likely a potential nightmare fuel to haunt him in his sleep.

"Please never mention that thought ever again," he begs you before switching the conversation to a lighter topic. "Where would you like to head to now, my dear?"

You already have an idea in mind, and you have the feeling Draco would like it just as much.

• • •

And like it he does, although that word is nowhere close to describing the fondness he feels in the moment; having you tucked in between his legs with your back against his chest, the both of you hidden in a spot beside the Black Lake where no one would be around to disrupt.

You melt into him, feeling every intake of air that enters his respiratory, eliciting the soft rise and fall of his chest. You feel every thud of his heartbeat against your skin and every single vibration of his occasional humming.

His free hand is wrapped around your waist to pull you closer into him, where his thumb is absentmindedly rubbing your skin every now and then. It all turned reading into a nearly impossible task, which was a first for someone like you.

"How's the book?" you ask him in hopes of a distraction— which you earn far too easily. Instead of the book in your hands, you're now fixated on the way Draco's lids flutter when he blinks at you, and the way he licks his lips that have gone dry from the crisp air.

"Underwhelming," he begins. "These two idiots are clearly in love, and it would've all been over by the first chapter if either of them made a move."

Draco had thought that this comment was enough to make you attempt reasoning with him; to defend the fiction novel he was reading. What he did not expect, however, was to hear you giggle, bright and clear as day.

He looks at you in confusion, hoping to get handed an explanation.

"You do realize that's exactly how we were back then?" you utter, looking into his grey eyes once again. Both of you take a moment to recall the memory, smiling silently at the image of two clueless lovesick idiots wondering if the other liked them just as much.

"Hm, I suppose if you put it that way." Draco finally affirms. His fingers begin reaching for yours, where both meet in a loving entanglement. "Honestly, (y/n), how was I supposed to know you fancied me when all you did was bloody look away?"

"That's only because I was too nervous to look at you!" you huff out. "I'm beginning to think I should get you more of those romance novels."

You don't hear a reply, but you feel the smile in his lips as he presses soft wet kisses into your skin, followed by the hot breaths that are a contrast to the freezing air. Draco notices this fact from the tiny shivers of your body, and he begins to pull away gently.

"Come now, love, we should head back inside before it gets too cold."

You pout at his offer; enjoying yourself in the current activity far too much, even if you've left the reading part of it unattended. Having Draco's arms around you with your fingers laced together was all that mattered.

Your lover frowns at your reaction, wishing you weren't so stubborn when the cold is biting your skin, but he makes sure to vocalize a second offer; one he knows you wouldn't refuse, "I could read to you in my room if you'd like."

And that's all it takes for you to beam an appreciative grin at him.

"And someone would have to warm up that body of yours. Can't exactly do that out here," he adds, referring to the darkening sky and the decreasing temperature enveloping your bodies. But you seemed to have misread his statement, or perhaps you were purposefully trying to tease him. Either way, a smirk was sitting on your expression that didn't go unnoticed.

"Not in that way, love," he drawls out, letting out a small laugh that vibrates into your skin. "Unless that's what you'd like?"

Your hand immediately comes into contact with his chest in the form of a playful smack, although you can't hide the amused smile on your face. In turn, Draco dramatically gasps out, "I've been wounded!"

For a moment, all that exists is the sound of your laughter coming together like a muddled up choir and the feeling of fingers wrapped together. When the laughter dies down, and you're finally brought back into the present, you pull Draco into a warm hug. You savor the scent of his familiar cologne and the sound of his thudding heart, wishing you could stay that way for the slightest bit longer.

Although it takes a few seconds for him to wrap his own hands around your frame, when he does, it feels nothing short of perfect. His head rests in the junction between your neck and shoulder, where you can feel each of his warm breaths stroke against your skin.

"We should go on these bookdates more often," he suggests, and with the happiest smile you tell him, "I'm not against that idea."

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[real-jane]

Stupidity or Serendipity? - chapter 4, symmetry

[draco malfoy x hermione granger]

summary: draco tries ice skating, and conjures mistletoe.

series masterlist

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Maybe it was strange to love the must of old books. Maybe it was strange to run your fingers down the rigid spines of tomes that had been printed several hundred years ago. Maybe only the strangest people stood, back to back, trying to get one another to guess the title of an old book based on the first line… Strange seemed to be the order of the day, anyhow, so neither Hermione or Draco bothered with some semblance of ‘normal’ bookshop behavior. The lane of bookshops was turning out to be a corridor of delights.

The antique bookshop was their favorite so far, though Hermione had gotten lost for a while in the depths of children’s chapter books in Cheshire’s Children’s Books and reemerged with a book about children who time travel in a treehouse for Luna.

Draco scoffed his way through the military history book shop, to the dismay of the owner, but Hermione made apologies for him (she made up a truth-adjacent excuse that he was a veteran and dealing with some PTSD) after he had stormed out of the shop and calmed him down by forcing him to do crossword puzzles with her in Labyrinth Puzzle Books. Which, he outright admitted was a source of consolation to him, even if she did guess more words correctly than he did. She bought him two different books of puzzles (including the one they had littered with incorrect guesses at Muggle phrases and a book of Extremely Difficult Sudoku, because she liked the way his ears reddened when he admitted to loving the game).

But now, in the antique book shop, Reddingate, they were in a playful competition.

“You will absolutely never guess this one,” he laughed. “ ‘He was birthed in the flicker of a dying star, and everyday thence he grew more eager to burn.’ ”

“Oh bollocks,” she breathed. “Um… I have no idea! Is it… early 1900’s?”

“Yes, but not too early.”

“How many words?”

“Seven.”

“Are you serious?” she laughed. “Is one of them Satan?”

Draco turned around abruptly. “Are you peeking over my shoulder?” He held the book behind his back.

“Was I right?” She asked, lunging for the book. Draco dodged out of the way. “Let me see!”

“Guess another word and I’ll let you see it!” He laughed, spinning out of her reach.

“Life?” She asked, trying to squeeze behind him.

“Nope!” He held the book over his head. Hermione grabbed his shoulder and hung on his elbow to try and pull the book out of his hands. He wound his arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet. “Not so fast, witch,” he murmured. “You still owe me a guess. Who knew the Brightest Witch of Her Age would resort to physical force?”

“Ugh! You wanker,” she laughed, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. “Is one of them ‘death’?”

Draco immediately dropped her and sighed dramatically. He handed over the book in defeat and kneeled. “You have won, my lady. Your prize.”

Hermione cackled and took the red-bound tome in hand, which was decorated in tarnished gold lettering. The title read: The Sober Death of Satan’s Underworld Kingdom . It was written in 1913, apparently by a nun named Sister Mary Margaretta from an ‘unnamed abbey’. It was, as far as she could gather, some sort of farcical cautionary tale. “Merlin, this is barmy,” she whispered, flipping through the pages. Draco stood with glee, peering over her shoulder at the stamped illustrations, which depicted rather generic images of Satan posing among the ruins of a medieval castle… it was ridiculous and amazing.

“I dare you to give it to the Weasel for Christmas,” Draco said with a laugh when they reached a particular chapter, entitled ‘The Freckled and the Damned’.

“Not on your life, Malfoy,” she said. “But I’ll buy it for someone .” He threw his head back and chuckled. She marched to the register and set down the prize. The shopkeeper appeared to be asleep in a chair behind the wooden counter--Hermione attempted to rouse him, but to no avail. He snored away. Hermione counted out the change on the counter--ten pounds--and wrote a note on an old piece of register tape:

For The Sober Death of Satan’s Underworld Kingdom, 10 pounds. Happy Christmas. HG.

She stuffed the book in her bag and Draco quirked his head. “Um, excuse me, Madam, I believe that the book was purchased for me. ”

“If you’re a very good boy, maybe you’ll find it wrapped under your Christmas tree,” she said haughtily. “Come now, Malfoy… I’d like to pop into the travel bookshop.”

Draco tipped his hat at her and followed her out onto the street. “How many more gifts left on your list?”

“Eight,” she said, leading him towards The Blue Door travel book shop.

“Seven, I thought,” he said, holding the door for her. Hermione shook her head.

“I forgot someone.” She side-stepped him but paused in the doorway, blocking him from entering. “Say--would you do me a favor?”

“That depends,” he said with a mischievous smile.

“Go back to the Cheshire and pick up that book in the window about snowmen?” She fished in her bag for a few pound notes and handed them over. “For Bill and Fleur’s little boy, I forgot him.”

Draco nodded. “Of course,” he agreed. He looked at her strangely for a prolonged moment, studying her face and then looking down at the toes of her short boots.

“Meet you outside,” she said softly, touching his shoulder. He grasped her hand and kissed it swiftly, before turning on his heel and second-guessing the action. Hermione removed her glove like it was burning and rubbed her hand, but try as she might, she could not remember what that strange moment had felt like--it had just happened, but it might have been a dream.

Hermione browsed the rows of books on travel and picked a beautiful book that she knew he would love--a book on Mallorca, Barcelona, and great historical sites of Spain. Because he liked beautiful things. That was a fact that had become increasingly clear to her. He appreciated muggle history and culture, too. He longed for the seaside… well, in her romantic imagination, that was his design on Spain, anyhow. When he visited at Christmas, he would have a good guide with lush still photographs.

She stopped dead at the end of the aisle, just feet from the register.

What was she doing? Besides brainlessly wandering all over London with someone she has no business being around. Buying him Christmas presents. Clinging to his arm like she’ll float into the sky if she lets go. Here they were, bungeeing each other all around London by the arm, trying to catch up with each other… emotionally, and physically.

She breathed in slowly and pinched the bridge of her nose. Whatever. It didn’t matter--he was going to Mallorca for Christmas so she wouldn’t be seeing him much longer, and for Merlin’s sake--she deserved some distraction! He was handsome. He was very nice to be around. If he were anyone else, she would be open to it without reservations. Well, not anyone . If he weren’t himself and he hadn’t called her names as a child… hurtful names… she scratched her arm absently over the place where she used to bear a lettered scar.

Ugh.

Hermione hugged the book to her chest and sighed.

A knock sounded on the front window and she looked up. Draco Malfoy was beaming at her; he held up a gift bag and pointed at it in triumph. He held a thumbs up. She waved absently and quickly purchased the book before she could talk herself out of it again.

She exited the shop and walked down the lane, careless of whether or not he was following. Draco skipped to catch up with her. “Hey, I got the snowman book. It’s quite adorable.”

“Thank you,” she said softly. She shivered in the chill of the day and he wrapped his arm around her shoulders automatically. She stepped out of his grasp. “I’m alright, thanks,” she said. She strode for Charing Cross Road but had no real direction in mind. She suddenly needed to walk. Maybe get away from him for just a second and think.

Draco followed her silently for about five blocks before he realized she was distraught. He grabbed her elbow and stopped abruptly in a doorway which blocked them from the wind. “You’re upset,” he said softly, leaning against the wall and shielding her from view of the street. If she needed to be upset, at least she wouldn’t have to have people looking at her. He rubbed her arm. “Tell me why.”

Hermione gripped the front of his jacket.

“How long ago did Pansy break things off?” She whispered. His face softened from concern to a gentle smile.

“Six months,” he said.

Hermione closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. “Okay.”

“Yeah?” He grasped her chin and tilted her head up so she was looking at him. “Are you sure that’s okay?”

Hermione allowed herself to look into the depths of his eyes--to study the truth in them. If there was any inkling in them that she wasn’t safe, she didn’t see it. “No,” she admitted. “I’m not even sure what I’m sure of.”

“You’re adorable when you’re flustered,” he said. “And I’m very sure of that.”

She blushed and looked away, but she took his hand. “This is bizarre, right? It’s weird.”

“Yes. Now. Do you want to go ice skating?” he asked. He pulled her down the street.

“We probably ought to talk about this,” she protested.

“I’m trying to distract you from overthinking,” he said, “and our objective is not to make you upset, our objective is to immerse ourselves in the ultimate muggle Christmas experience. I’ve never been ice skating, so let’s make our way towards Somerset House and hurtle ourselves around a rink on metal blades for a while.”

Hermione allowed herself to be pulled down the street, hand in hand with this very insistent, very nicely smelling anomalous wizard. After all--she had agreed to an arrangement with him, and he had helped her find at least one gift… it was only fair. Maybe it would help her make better sense of her feelings.

Or… put her on… thin ice. Hermione rolled her eyes. She skipped up to his pace and Draco put their joined hands into his coat pocket.

To say that Draco was bad at ice skating would be unfair--like scoring a grade-schooler on his skill at brain surgery--but he wasn’t… stable. Like a baby deer. He had to have his arm around Hermione AND one hand on the wall to stay upright and he still fell right on his arse about five times. But he was determined to have a good time, and it distracted Hermione from her reservations.

Hermione, on the other hand, was fairly good at it. Enough that Draco was beginning to get annoyed.

“I’d have thought ice skating was at least as easy as Quidditch,” he grumbled.

“If it were, you’d be good at it,” she needled with a small smile. Draco looked down at her. They leaned against the outer wall and watch experienced skaters whirl around the rink without pause.

He nudged her. “I never saw you on a broom.”

“And you never will,” she said. “We don’t have to continue skating, you know. It’s alright to admit that it’s not for you.”

Draco gave her a hard determined look. “If I agree to stop skating, will you explain to me what’s been bothering you? Or shall I drag you around this rink indefinitely?”

She turned her back to the rink and leaned on her forearms. “I imagine you can guess. You’re smart, Draco.”

He mimicked her pose, sliding his arm between hers and into her clasped hands. He leaned into her side. “You, madam, have never called me that before.”

“We can talk about that when you’re back from Mallorca.” For good measure, she briefly leaned her head against his shoulder.

“I don’t know that I am going,” he admitted. “Plans could change.”

She looked up at him. “Really?”

He nodded once. “There are three days until Christmas, Hermione ,” he murmured against her temple.

“You’ve never called me that before, sir.” She squeezed his hand.

Draco shrugged. “Anything can happen.”

“Like? Tea?”

He chuckled. “If you like.”

“I like,” she confirmed.

“Good.” Draco held onto the wall and side-stepped all the way to the rink’s entrance. Hermione giggled watching him totter along. She waited until he turned expectantly from his safety on land and glided smoothly to him, arms outstretched like a pro. Draco rolled his eyes. He held out his hands to her with a faux scowl on his face. “Come on, woman.”

He talked her into a quiet dinner at The Leaky Cauldron for their last excursion of the day--for many reasons, but mostly because he wanted to give her the opportunity to talk candidly and privately. She had a feeling he had some questions for her , too.

The place was bustling but dimly lit enough that they could slip in through the back one at a time without attracting notice; first Draco, then Hermione, right into the snug with a nod to Tom. Draco sat on one side and Hermione slid in beside him. Tom brought them a pot of tea.

“So,” he said softly, clinking his cup against hers. She did not look at him, but she smiled and sipped. Sitting next to him felt less like facing down a firing squad, and his cologne swirled around her pleasantly, so it was rather more comfortable.

“Mmhm. I’m tired, I must say. Eventful day.” She yawned into her hand.

“Can I ask you a personal question?” he asked.

“I suppose.”

He leaned away from her and pulled his wand from the inside of his jacket, setting it on the table. She mimicked his motion and set hers beside it with a raised brow.

“Seems easier to talk about things… if we’ve called a truce, so to speak,” he explained. He folded his hands together over his lap and looked down, as if the questions he had to ask were printed on the knee of his trousers. “When did you last have a date?” he asked.

Hermione coughed lightly. “Um. Well… it has been a bit.”

“I don’t mean to pry--”

“Might as well say,” she said. “I’ve had a few short relationships after Ron and I parted ways eight years ago, one of which ended last year. It only lasted a few months, he was a nice Muggle doctor named Terrence.”

“Ah.” He sipped his tea and sat back, as if that satisfied him entirely. Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.

“Ah?”

“I had some concern that you were secretly married and that’s why you seem so determined to be hot and cold when someone is paying you particular attention,” he said.

She turned toward him fully. “Is that what you’re doing?” she asked directly. He squared his posture with hers.

“Yes,” he said firmly.

“Why?”

He leaned on the table so he could consider her better--closer, and with more stability. “Because…” he stopped. He held out a hand for her left arm. He pulled up her sleeve, but there was nothing there. He traced the skin with his thumb. “I am drawn to you, Granger.”

“We have always had a… symmetry, haven’t we? Even when it was through a glass darkly.” She said. She poked at his arm where she knew he bore his own mark of war. He smiled sadly and cuffed his jumper. The skull and snake were faded like a bad prison tattoo. “Mine faded when she died,” Hermione said.

“Mine’s less grotesque every year,” he said. “Not true of all Death Eaters… the few who still subscribe to the old mentality have crystal-clear marks, as if they took the oath this morning.”

Hermione folded the fabric of his jumper back down over his mark and he breathed out in relief.

“I cannot believe that the first time I’ve seen you in twelve was yesterday afternoon --standing in Covent Garden like none of that ever happened. It stirred something in me that has been there since you punched me in the nose. So.” He smiled bashfully and sipped his tea.

“Why are you in London?” Hermione asked. She didn’t want to touch that admission, just yet.

“Eager to get rid of me already?” he teased.

“No, actually. But I’m surprised that you have nothing on your plate,” she said. “Why drop everything to spend a few days learning about muggles from me while I finish my Christmas shopping , of all pedestrian things?”

“You say that as if you’re a chore,” he said. “I had no plans the last few days, honestly , other than retrieving the ring from Covent Garden and speaking to my travel agent about Spain.”

“I’ll pretend I believe that,” she said, sitting back again with a smirk. She let him off the hook, temporarily. “What do you do on a normal Christmas holiday?” she asked.

He tapped his chin. “For the last five years I’ve had to endure the Parkinson’s for Christmas Eve, and then visited my mother in St. Mungo’s on Christmas Day.”

“Where does the shawarma usually come into play?”

He laughed. “Well remembered! Christmas Eve, after Pansy goes home to her flat, drunk on a mixture of absinthe and firewhiskey.”

“Woof,” she breathed.

“Yes, well. I’m not sentimental anyway--”

“Liar!” Hermione protested. She pushed his arm. “The fact that you’re here right now means that you’re a sucker.”

“I know when I’ve lost an argument,” he said with a laugh. “What are you doing tomorrow?”

“I’ve promised Ginny to help her wrap gifts,” she said, regretfully. “And I’ve got to help Molly with her selection of pies for Christmas day. And figure out what I’m giving my remaining seven people.”

“Perhaps a day apart is best,” he said under his breath, as if he didn’t mean for her to hear it. He was thinking so hard that a vein popped in his forehead. He was loathe to admit the panic that filled him, but his face betrayed some of it.

Hermione looked suddenly mischievous. “I have an idea.”

“I think I’m scared,” he said. He certainly looked it.

Hermione took his hand again and squeezed it between her own. “Come with me to the Weasley’s for Christmas Eve.”

He paled and ran a hand through his hair. “That’s not a good idea,” he said quickly.

“It’s no crazier than what you’ve done the last five years, and there will be less animosity towards you at this party than what you’re used to… once I speak to Ron about the idea and convince him by… whatever means I can think of, perhaps even blackmail…” Hermione placed her hand on his chest. “Please? I want you there. As a… friend?”

Draco sighed and touched her chin. “Let me think about it?”

“Alright,” she sighed. “Walk me home?”

“I’d be delighted.”

They bundled up tight and Hermione dug in her bag for something. She pulled out two small pouches, which looked to be hand-crocheted. She tapped each one with her wand and they warmed immediately. She handed them to Draco. “Put these in your pockets on your way… wherever you’re staying. It’s too cold tonight.”

“The Waldorf,” he said, tucking the warming pouches into his coat pockets.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “Somehow I forgot that you’re a rich toff,” she said.

“I’m not perfect ,” he chuckled. “And why didn’t you use these before, woman? We’ve been freezing our arses off all over London!”

“Your arse could use some ice after the licking you got on the rink today,” she said, opening the door to the snug. He stuck his tongue out at her. “Besides, it gave me a perfectly good reason to snuggle up.” She turned away and left the little room. Draco followed a few minutes later.

He took her as far as her apparition point with the greatest care to drag out their walk by forcing her to stop at every interesting holiday display. She didn’t seem to mind so much. Once they reached their destination, Hermione pulled him under the doorway of the launderette that would serve as their parting point. It was just down an alley, so it was hidden from pedestrians and passersby.

“I believe you have something of mine in your bag,” Draco said, leaning against the frame of the doorway.

“I won’t give it to you,” she said smugly. “You have to come to Christmas Eve to receive your presents.”

“Oh, they’re plural , now?”

“You won’t know if you don’t come!” she said. She leaned up and kissed his cheek confidently. Hermione tried to step away and make her sly escape, but he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back to him. “You must stop doing that,” she murmured. “I’m not in peril.”

“There’s mistletoe,” he whispered inches from her face.

She looked up. “No there isn’t!’

“Somewhere in this blasted city, there is,” he said. He kissed her softly. Hermione pressed her lips against his and sighed happily as he wound his arms around her waist for the second time that day. He was quite good at it--proficient even, the way his tongue worried the seam of her lips and he hummed his approval. He groaned at the thought of stopping, but he pulled away. He stroked her cheek. “I won’t be able to bear a day without your company, now that I know what I’ve been missing.”

“You’ve done it for twelve years,” Hermione said, carding a hand through his hair. “What’s one more day?”

He groaned, pressing his forehead to hers. “Owl me tomorrow?”

“Might do,” she said. “If I have time.”

“Cheeky,” he smiled, kissing her again. Hermione tugged on his hair.

“Excuse me, I have to breathe,” she laughed.

“No you don’t.” Draco dipped her dramatically and attacked her face with little pecks.

Hermione cackled. “Is this how I die?”

Draco peered down at her with a silly, self-satisfied grin. “What a way to go, though.” He stood her upright and set about straightening her cloak. “Fine,” he sighed. “If I must let you go, at least I’ll have something to liven up my dreams tonight.”

“You’re too much,” she said, laughing. She nudged his nose with hers and leaned forward as if to kiss him--and then disapparated before their lips touched, leaving a shocked snake behind. She pressed her back to her front door and laughed at the thought of the dazed look on his face.

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solidarity spilled

[dhr-ao3]

Seasons Greetings! From The Granger-Malfoy Family

Season’s Greetings! From The Granger-Malfoy Family https://ift.tt/ZCh0K2x by recsandwrites Hermione Granger has worked hard for the life she leads, even if she hasn’t got much to show for it. She’s working on it, okay? - A fluffy/smutty dramione fic with domesticity, slowburn, your daily dosage of angst, and a surplus of the age old question, what if? Come for the vibes, stay for the feels. Words: 6008, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lavender Brown, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Scorpius Malfoy, Lyra Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Weasley Family (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter, Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Lavender Brown/Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-War, POV Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings, Theo is a Little Shit, Mature Draco Malfoy, DILF Draco Malfoy, Fluff and Smut, Fix-It of Sorts, Harry Potter is So Done, Kind of time travel but not really, Married Life, Panic Attacks, Ginny Weasley ilysm, Emotional Slowburn, Falling In Love, He gets to fall in love with her twice I'm SOBBING, slow updates bc im a lazy college student, Angst with a Happy Ending, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Bookshop Owner Hermione Granger, Domestic Fluff, emphasis on SLOWWW burn, Holidays, unexpected angst, Past Miscarriage, Past Suicidal Thoughts, Mental Health Issues, Not Beta Read via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/f3IicBS July 17, 2024 at 12:04AM

[excluded-narrative]

“Whatever secrets you think I have,” she whispers into the cut of his jaw. Her lips brush against his skin as she speaks, and he clenches beneath the featherlight touch. “They’re far worse than you think.”

Chapter 3 of my Criminal AU story is officially live!

Tags:

Auror Draco Malfoy

Bookshop Owner Hermione

Unreliable Narrator

This was originally written as a one-shot so it is entirely complete. The fourth and final chapter will be going up next Wednesday!

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/38926611/chapters/97351287

[the-starryknight]

Today’s @thesleepiesthufflepuff‘s birthday, so to celebrate this lovely person, I’d like to share five of my favorite Bluefay fics.  Each of Fay’s fics have this soft, romantic feeling to them that leave me with a warm heart after each read.  I hope you’ll enjoy some of these wonderful fics and pieces of art!

🧶 The Way We Wind  { Drarry | E | 2020 | 47k }

After the war, Harry’s life falls to shambles. Each day revolves around an intense battle with his mental health, and there’s nothing that Ron or Hermione can do to help him. That is, until Hermione teaches Harry how to knit. Fast forward five years, and Harry is the proud owner of a renowned knitting shop in Diagon Alley, The Whomping Willow Woolery. Christmas season is upon him, and the shop is busier than ever. So, is it really a surprise that Draco Malfoy wanders in looking for a gift for his mother? Cue awkward meetings, fluffy knitting lessons, a truly horrible scarf, a cat named Stockinette who is readily obsessed with Draco, and falling in love with one’s worst enemy.

TWWW is a soft, lovely, and romantic fic that is all about healing and falling in love.  As Draco begins to heal and learn to knit, he finds so much joy and care in Harry’s shop and among his friends.  Harry, Ron, and Hermione have honest and direct conversations about mental health that feel genuine and beautiful.  Plus: a small kitten and all the plush knitwear you can imagine. You’ll fall in love too as you read along. 

🚗 Through the Night { Linny | T | 2021 | 3k }

Ginny tells herself that she's content with the way things are. Luna proves her otherwise.

Luna was softly humming along, and Ginny drank in the sound, not wanting the moment to end. If it was up to her, they would drive through the night, not stopping until they reached the edge of the world.

This fic feels so gentle.  Ginny is playing with the Holyhead Harpies, the loud and boisterous world of Quidditch and Luna is off doing her peaceful thing on her own on the edges of town. This is a delicate and at times painful telling of past trauma and how we can find love and beauty even as we keep going through it.  

💐 Nothing More Than That { Drarry | G | 2021 | 1k }

Harry goes to a florist on New Year’s Day to buy a bouquet for Molly. He leaves with an unexpected date.

“Nothing more than that” is exactly what Harry wants.  This lovely slice of life/getting together ficlet brings a smile to my face every time I reread it.  Fay has created a lovely little florist shop, and in it is the handsome florist Draco Malfoy and the tentative customer Harry.  Happy New Years to us, indeed, and may 2021 have some of the cheer this fic brings.

🧵 Long Tale Cast On { Wolfstar | T | 2019 | 25k }

When Sirius and Lily decide to start a craft night in the yarn store in an effort to draw in a younger crowd, they look to the bar across the street to provide refreshments. Sirius is taken with bar owner Remus from the start, but neither James nor Lily's encouragement is enough to bridge the chronic pain and anxiety that conspire to keep them apart. With time, effort, and some terrible knitting, Sirius and Remus eventually find that life has a strange way of working out.

"The thing you need to understand about Sirius is that he's very worried about making mistakes, about getting things wrong. When he's talking about knitting he's confident in his skills, so it comes easily. When he's talking to people about other things, especially with people that matter to him." Here she taps Remus' arm just lightly again. "His fear gets the better of him."

Queer joy, found family, and deep love are key to Long Tale Cast On.  With a dear Sirius who is effusive and anxious and incredibly kind and a Remus who is funny and charming, and Lily who is so loving, and Dorcas and Marlene (yes, Dorlene!!)... This fic is one that will make you fall in love with Wolfstar all over, and with what it means to care for one another even with all the hard stuff.  An iconic Bluefay fic!

📚 H. J. Granger’s Book Emporium  { Hermione | G | 2021 | Art }

Hermione buys a bookshop after the war.

As though Fay wasn’t already impressive enough with her writing, she has also offered us this lovely illustration.  Featuring a big and well-loved Crookshanks, a joyful Hermione, and the AU I didn’t know I needed, this piece is one that will certainly make you smile.