#draco: potion master

[paradigmamesposts]

Happiness of Reality by Ihateeveryone42

Hermione’s life is perpetually falling apart post the war. Ron, her ever absent boyfriend, and a brief kiss the year before from someone she previously thought hated her. When she moves back to Grimmauld Place, what sort of life awaits for her there?

[basiatlu]

Hogwarts professors au

“Yes, yes - I’m sure *Perfect Professor Potter* and his brimming ego have many wonderful and pointless thoughts on the school’s extracurriculars.”

[landbeorht]

Draco Malfoy, potioneer. From “The Prosecutor & The Potioneer: The Case of the Hidden Agent” by @scullymurphy . Go read it here!

Gotta do the Prosecutor next!

[knittedjumpersandleatherjackets]

Notoriety - Drarry

Harry Prefers to be known for some things more than others.

Warnings - a/b/o dynamics, alpha!harry, omega!draco, pwp, p in a smut, begging, slight d/s dynamics, i'm wary of tagging tbh don't want it taken down

Harry Potter is known for a lot of things. He has been since shortly after his first birthday.

He's known for defeating the Dark Lord twice, for fighting in a Wizarding War, for winning said war, for being the youngest Professor in Hogwarts, and for being Witch Weekly's most eligible bachelor for eighty-three consecutive weeks.

He's also known for being the coolest godfather ever, the best friend a man could have, and for being the most awesome professor ever. All three of these are the accomplishments Harry relishes in having, clinging to those compliments when the others attempt to be too heavy to carry.

He's been accused of many other things.

Never this. Never in his wildest dreams had he hoped or even allowed himself to hope for this.

Draco Malfoy was willingly in his company, willingly stepping between Harry's spread thighs with flushed red cheeks.

Things were tentative, still just new to them both.

"You have to be the most self-restrained Alpha I've ever come across," Draco murmured, lowering himself to his knees.

No one had ever accused Harry of having self-restraint. Especially not Hogwarts' newest Potion Master. The second youngest Professor to ever be employed by Hogwarts.

"Is that so?" Harry's voice had dipped several octaves, coming out closer to a growl as Draco rested his hands on Harry's thighs. He smelled overbearingly sweet, the scent resting on Harry's tongue and reminding him of Honeyduke's most decadent chocolate.

"I've never had the issue of having to beg before, Harry." Draco looked up through his lashes, biting on his bottom lip. "But if that's what it will take then I'm willing to."

Harry freed Draco's lip with his thumb, smoothing the teeth mark gently. Draco's eyes were almost black as he slipped the digit into his mouth, letting his tongue brush the pad of Harry's thumb.

"Isn't there a three-date rule?" Harry chuckled, pressing down on Draco's tongue, trapping it so he couldn't speak, could use the usual Malfoy snark. "I'm trying to be a gentleman, to court you."

In truth, Harry had wanted to bend Draco over the hardwood of his office desk that day he had approached Harry tentatively on his first day in Hogwarts. He had come to make amends as if Harry could hold a grudge against the man.

As if Harry had a choice. As if he hadn't been half in love with him since they were children. The obsessive stalking, the dreams that had plagued him since he had first presented at sixteen.

There was something confusing about wanking yourself raw every time he spotted the man he was supposed to hate so fervently. Especially in the midst of a war where they had fallen on opposites sides.

But this Draco Malfoy, Professor Draco Malfoy, was no angst-ridden teenager. He was for all intents and purposes, the most attractive Omega Harry had ever seen.

Long graceful limbs, hair that had been grown out just long enough for Harry to wrap his fist in, and an arse that Harry had a hard time taking his eye off.

Harry watched saliva pool along the sides of his thumb, dribbling down Draco's chin as Harry kept his thumb in place, keeping the Omega silent.

Draco mewled, his hands sliding further up his thighs to the button of the Alpha's slacks. Harry allowed Draco to undo his button but caught his hands with his free one when they moved to his zipper. He stared Draco down when he swallowed roughly and dipped his head slightly in deference.

"I'm trying to treat you as I should. Trying to be chivalrous, walking you back to your door every night, buying you flowers, and treating you like a proper Omega should be treated." Harry reminded him. He pressed harder down on Draco's tongue when he attempted to speak. Instead, a garbled moan fell from his lips.

Harry arched into Draco's hands, pressing them tighter to his crotch with his own hands. "Coming back to my own chambers and fucking my fist thinking of that tight little hole."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head as he began to suck on Harry's thumb in earnest, flexing his hands. "You don't want to be treated right, do you?"

Draco blinked, attempting to focus on Harry's words but he was too far gone, his arousal permeating the air like a vat of Amortentia. Harry inhaled deeply, his cock throbbing. Draco flexed his hands again.

"You don't want me to buy you flowers or drop you off at your chambers every night, do you? You want me to drag you back to my own chambers and fill that tight little hole, don't you?" Harry released Draco's hands, batting them away to undo his own zipper. He freed his cock with a hiss.

Draco's hands fell down by his side as his breath heaved and his eyes locked on the almost angry-looking tip of Harry's cock like he was a starving man. "So here's what we're going to do. You're going to prep yourself, get that tight little hole all wet and loose for me. I'm going to stroke my cock and if you're ready before I come then you can sit on my cock. If not, well then I guess it's your hard luck."

Harry released Draco's tongue, spreading the saliva on it over his cock and groaning to himself. Draco watched with rapt attention, quivering in place. Harry smirked, stroking himself from root to tip before Draco spurred into action.

He vanished his trousers and pants, rather than move from his kneeled position, and his scent's potency increased tenfold. Harry groaned again, speeding his hand up and twisting his wrist just how he liked it.

He'd had a lot of time to perfect his wanking ability, none more so than in the last three months since Draco had joined the faculty. He was surprised he hadn't given himself carpal tunnel with how often he had found himself thinking of Draco exactly like this.

The man in question was moaning loudly, bouncing on the fingers he had unceremoniously shoved inside himself. He was sweating, a red flush spreading down his chest. Harry had missed him vanishing his shirt.

"That's it, baby. Just like that." Harry grunted, fucking up into his fist. "Show me how you fuck yourself while thinking of me."

Draco's eyes rolled in his head but he focused on Harry's cock again, adding another finger if his moan was anything to go by. Harry pressed his thumb against the gland that ran the length of his cock and bucked up again, clenching his jaw.

Draco appraised him with hooded eyes before deciding he'd had enough and scrambled up to straddle Harry's lap. When Harry attempted to push his trousers down Draco shook his head, one hand replacing Harry's and dropping himself down on Harry's cock.

"Let me get these off." Harry insisted, hand on his trousers again. Draco shook his head, freezing on Harry's cock as he bottomed out. His arse clenched and the tight heat had Harry restraining himself from thrusting up.

"Leave 'em on. It's hotter." Draco insisted. Harry smirked at Draco's very obvious interest in this power play, leaving him at Harry's mercy. before he could tease Draco about it his words were cut off by a loud growl as Draco began to bounce on Harry's cock.

"So good, so fucking good." Draco whimpered, falling forward to press his face against Harry's bonding gland, inhaling deeply.

"So fucking tight, Jesus Draco." Harry couldn't fight the urge, wrapping an arm around Draco's waist and fucking up into him. Draco was babbling incoherently now, every second word was Harry's name.

Slick dripped down Harry's cock, a sticky mess on his balls and thighs and he was sure that he'd smell of Draco for days to come, all of which drove Harry to fuck into Draco harder and faster.

"Please, please," Draco begged against Harry's neck, his hot breath making Harry's hair stand on end. "Knot me, knot me, knot me."

"That what you want, baby? You want to be the perfect little Omega, taking my knot, huh?" Harry growled against Draco's shoulder before biting down on the soft flesh.

Draco howled, babbling incomprehensibly again. Harry could feel the beginning of his knot, that familiar heat that had his eyes clenching shut. "Don't know if it'll fit, if you can handle me."

"Please, I can. It will fit." Draco wailed desperately. "I'll be so good, I promise. Alpha, please."

Harry tilted his head back as he thrust up, pushing the knot into Draco who screamed. Harry thrust shallowly, pulling at Draco's abused rim. "Please, please."

Three more shallow thrusts had Draco clenching down impossibly tight and cumming between their bodies. He sagged against Harry, hitching sobs as Harry continued to fuck into him, chasing his own release.

"Wan' it, Alpha. Please." Draco whimpered, clenching around Harry's knot. Harry gave in, allowing the sensation to pull him under, his hands clenching into Draco's hips as his vision whited out and he came.

When Harry blinked his eyes open again he smiled gently down at the Omega who was purring contentedly in Harry's arms. Hary stroked a hand up and down Draco's sweat-slicked back and the Omega sat up, clenching accidentally around Harry's knot.

He wore a soft smile, bashful after everything. Harry raised a hand to cup his cheek and pulled him into a sweet kiss, more than aware he hadn't kissed Draco since they were leaving the restaurant they had dinner in.

"Sweet boy." Harry hummed when he pulled away. Draco groaned, attempting to hide his smile in Harry's hand. "How do you feel?"

"So good." Draco stretched, clenching down on Harry again. This time it wasn't an accident. "Think you can go again, old man?"

"You're older than me." Harry protested with a laugh. "'sides, maybe we should let this knot go down first."

"Why?" Draco asked, bouncing himself shallowly. His own cock began to stir with interest and Harry felt his breath catch as he looked over his Omega.

His head was thrown back, one hand against Harry's chest for balance and the other on his own cock. "Alpha, my Alpha."

That one might be Harry's favorite thing to be known for these days.

[jittery-wisp]

[mllemacabre]

It Looks Good on You- DHr Prompt

It was another late evening for Hermione and Draco; he at the cauldron mixing away, Hermione perched on her usual stool surrounded by open tomes about magical herbs and ingredients as she took over the research needed to ensure the brew would be stable and not cause any unnecessary interaction. They were working on improvements to the Pepper-Up potion, an idea brought to them by Blaise Zabini, who often had a nose for great ideas. If it is successful, it could do much better at offsetting the fatigue of late nights of research in the Department of Mysteries or the Archives and perhaps to better support Aurors in the field on long missions and stake-outs. For the right price. It was a corner of the market almost devoid of competition, or so Blaise had imparted when he brought the pitch to the pair; "No one has changed the Pepper-Up formula in ages. Such a travesty! Frankly, what we have pales in comparison  to a decent espresso, but you try and find a decent coffee shop this side of Magical London. There’s money to be made, my instincts never lie. You two would bear the brunt of the work and the reward. I’ll just negotiate a small percentage when the potion is successfully out to market. Another excellent collaboration for us, wouldn’t you say?”

It had been impulsive, swiping the heavy signet ring off the potions table and slipping it on her finger, but Hermione had done it anyway. Draco worked with his back to her at a cauldron on the opposite side of the room, distracted by the intricate steps involved in the latest brew he was working on. Hermione had been trying to get more comfortable with impulsiveness, with letting her hands fidget while she worked. In letting go and just doing, without any reason for it. Plans were well and good, but sometimes they kept her trapped in her head, second-guessing and locked in a cycle of analysis paralysis, as Luna had once called it, where she would overthink each tiny choice and action so much that nothing would get done and she would spend hours trapped in the same place. It has been a remnant from the war, she had said, from that survival need to make all of the plans and be in control of all outcomes, to mitigate anything and everything into the perfectly distilled plan, unable to fail. The habit had not been detrimental when the fate and safety of others depended so readily on her meticulous plans and knowledge. It had gotten so bad after the war that it hindered Hermione's ability to live in the moment. Now, she tried to act more often when the moment seized her. Especially when the outcome of any given choice was not the end of the world. So when the thought to take the ring had taken hold, seizing at the corners of her curiosity and desire, she had leapt at it without a second to stop and think of the consequences. Or, perhaps, because she knew the consequences could be in her favour. Draco was rather possessive of his things; from quills to candy, he would glare at anyone who dared think themselves entitled to touch or handle anything Draco considered his. He would scowl, his perfectly manicured eyebrows knitting together before he strode over to snatch back whatever someone was touching, before placing it pointedly back precisely where it had been taken from. There were a few minor exceptions; he would begrudgingly let Hermione sip his coffee on long afternoons, provided it wasn’t the last in the cup. He would let her steal his quidditch jersey when it got too cold while she was reading, so long as it was not a match day.  And when she decided it was much easier to slip into one of his button-down oxford rather than finding her scattered clothing around his apartment, his eyes would track her across the room intently. But the Malfoy signet ring was an absolute no-go zone. It rarely left his hand, and he certainly never allowed anyone else to handle it when he wasn’t wearing it. She wondered what he would do about it. The large silver ring dwarfed her slender finger, settling loosely at the base of it, half over the first knuckle. “The base of the proximal phalanx,” Hermione reminded herself as she ran her thumb along the smooth metal. The firelight of the lab caught on the ring and reflected, dancing as she turned it slowly until the Malfoy Family crest was facing inward to her palm. The silver is an odd change against her skin tone. She wore gold most days. The few necklaces and the ring from her grandmother that she wore frequently were all gold. It always seemed that gold was the colour that she purchased, or that was given to her, or gifted. While it worked well with her skin tone, she had to admit that, in this moment, there was something enthralling about the silver. Something is undeniably alluring about the contrast.

“It looks good on you, you know.” Draco’s voice in her ear is low and deep, and Hermione is shocked out of her contemplation. She hadn’t heard him come up behind her or even noticed him leaving his space across the room. His lips were so close to her ear, his breath warm, sending a thrill of goosebumps rising down her arms. She’s still looking at the ring on her hand as he reaches up with one hand and moves her hair away from her neck, feeling the arch of his nose ghost over the column of her neck as his other hand slips around her waist, pulling her back against him.

“I can see the appeal. But, I don’t know. I still think I like it better on you, especially when … well, you know. I suppose the scions of the most Ancient and Noble House of Malfoy are rolling in their pristine marble mausoleums, aren’t they?" Hermione’s voice is low as she turns her face slightly towards him, their lips temptingly close, but still too far away for her sudden liking. Draco’s answer laugh is low, as his lips brush over the corner of her mouth. Dangerous.

“Let them roll then, Granger. Fuck the lot of them.”

[idreamofdraco]

I have a job interview on Friday, so here's a collection of all my coworker or job/work-related Draco/Ginny fics. :)

[dhrmonth]

Dramione Month Daily Roundup

Here is the Day 24 roundup of Dramione Month works! ⏳✨ 

AO3 Links:

Brewing for Attention by anna_hawk: G, 13,231 words, 10/11 Chapters

Heal me now by Hyemi_28: M, 3,997 words, 1/1 Chapters

Paper Dolls by Sessediz: M, 4,385 words, 1/1 Chapters

Tumblr Posts:

Fic by augustaoctavia87 (Also on Instagram)

Art by badgerthebeast (Also on Twitter)

Fic by undercover_ballerina (x-posted onto AO3)

Art by sophiesstreet (Also on Twitter and Instagram)

Twitter Posts:

Art by velvetkimmie

Ficlet by thisisntdd

Ficlet by allslowadagio

Drabble by TheOther_Lore

Ficlet by bibidrink

Fic by helleonore1

Ficlet by nothing_devils

Fic by MissusBWrites (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by Owritesstories

Ficlet by sakughost

Art by KarinaGiada (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by the_taco_writes

Fic by helledore

Ficlet by magicalsydney (Also on Instagram)

Ficlet by UnaOrion

Ficlet by phiasabanana

Instagram Posts:

Art by sessediz

Fic by hyemi28_fanfictions Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Art by saintmlfy

Ficlet by mermaidflete_ao3

Art by sisiwako

Ficlet by where_doesshego

Art by rubleroo

Ficlet by silverdragongemini

Art by flo.riex

Ficlet by hyemi28_fanfictions

Art and ficlet by papercranesandapples

[thephamilybusiness]

I need me some potion master level dreamless sleep right now to just knock out for like 15+ hours

[khloekayhenstridge]

i updated my drarry fic that's been on a hiatus for two years lol tell me you're procrastinating your dissertation without telling me you're procrastinating your dissertation. anyways, time for self-promo since i'm going back to writing it?

you can find it on ao3, Draco is a Potions Master living a very quiet life - he's had enough trouble when he was 17 thank you very much - until Harry shows up in his shop after six years off the radars. and the thing is, Potter looks hot. and then, without a warning, he invites him to his Mansion? wait- what? since when does Potter have a Mansion?

[paradigmamesposts]

Little Broken Things by viridianatnight

Because when Hermione Granger woke up this morning, she was expecting to find blood on her knickers. Because she didn’t see it last week or the week before and she thought it may just be late. When it wasn’t there for the third week in a row, her heart fell to her stomach.

[minimindi]

Microc May Day 8: Will

@microficmay

[weeklydrarryficrecs]

Nothing Like the Sun by Lomonaaeren

Summary:

Harry finally realizes that he has trouble keeping lovers both because of his looks and because he isn’t very good at sex. He does what he can to alter that, but it seems he’s never going to be good enough to satisfy a wizard lover. When Draco Malfoy offers, Harry thinks a casual relationship with him might be the solution to his problems. But he should have remembered one thing: when it comes to Harry, Malfoy has a problem staying casual. Rating: Explicit Word Count: 144,233 Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/799221?view_full_work=true

My Thoughts: Draco taking charge of a relationship and guiding Harry brings me so much joy. Harry’s struggle with his body also struck home for me. (Any potential readers should note that noncon in an intimate relationship is a big discussion point in this fic. It doesn’t happen between Draco and Harry, but it is a crucial element to Harry’s struggles.)

Painting: Pygmalion and the Image: The Heart Desires by Edward Burne-Jones

[halfwayup]

I am the designer of my own catastrophy

- Draco Malfoy

[butterflybutterfree]

dramione wip

[liaredrose]

“A Dangerous Collection” - A Dramione FF

Chapter 29

Draco had had the right of it when he had proclaimed they were going to shag, for there was no other word to describe what happened on their bed.

And Hermione… Oh, Hermione.

She was covered in sweat, her curls were a senseless mane and everywhere on her there was the smell of sex. Her nipples were still turgid and wet with his saliva, her skin red from his voracious kisses. A rivulet of his sperm was running down her thighs.

Draco wondered if at some point he would stop feeling so possessive about her, but he suspected the answer was a resounding no.

The feeling didn’t disappear after they had washed themselves and laid back on clean sheets, tangled in each other’s arms.

“Draco?”

Hermione’s voice whispered shortly after they had switched off the lights.

“Yes?”

“I love you.”

Read the rest here