#dracotops19

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"So how do we make them believe it?" Potter asked. Draco shrugged one shoulder, crossing his arms. "We act like a couple." He arched one brow. "You do know how to do it; I've seen the pictures." Draco was surprised when Potter didn't look horrified. "Meaning PDA's," he said. Draco frowned at him in confusion, and Potter smirked. "You mean there's something you don't know?" Draco hoped his return look was appropriately scathing, but Potter just looked amused. "Public Displays of Affection. PDA's." "Yes, I've heard it." Draco had, but he couldn't remember where, or when. "I assumed there would be some of that, but I'm not an exhibitionist." He frowned. "Why am I coming up with the plan for your suggestion again?" "Because I believe my brain is having difficulty coming to terms with the fact you've agreed." "Ah, well, that poor, underdeveloped grey matter in that skull of yours has enough to be going on with to walk and chew gum at the same time." Potter finally came up with a look that truly was scathing. "I don't think comments like that will be conducive to us pulling off this little charade, either." Draco widened his eyes. "Conducive and charade in the same sentence," he drawled. "I am impressed." "What you are is a pain in my arse."

The One Where Draco Loses his Mind and Gains a Boyfriend by oldenuf2nb and sassy_cissa

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Harry glanced at the far wall. No activity. “Knox, what are you interested in?” Knox lit up. “Oh! I’m a muggleborn, see, so I’m really interested in how magic interacts with genetics!” “And what kind of research in particular?” Knox glanced to Wolff. “Well, I’ve helped Lauretta compare muggle, muggleborn, halfblood and pureblood genetic material.” “Do you also make potions?” “Indeed,” Wolff cut in. “Part of our lab group is involved in potions development. Can you believe we still don’t have a cure for the common cold?” Something prickled at the back of Harry’s neck. Magic tugged, and Harry turned to the back wall. The wall exploded, and Malfoy walked out with a frail witch by his side. This made all the other researchers in their labs and at their desks look up. Harry sucked in a breath, stomach flipping at the sight of Malfoy, robes flaring, magic lashing and eyes dangerous. “Hello, my lovely captors and kidnappers,” Malfoy drawled. “How would you like to be tortured?”

Stronger (Unbroken) ((REMADE)) by bafflinghaze