#drarry excerpt

[bitkahuna]

Draco, Blaise, and Pansy huddled together, whispering hurriedly. The strain on their faces was visible even in the dim light of the Astronomy Tower. After a tense minute, Draco stepped forward, his usual arrogance tempered by caution.

"We agree.” He said tightly, the words straining themselves from unwilling vocal cords. “But this does not make us allies.”

Harry wanted to laugh. Allies. As if he isn’t snogging both Draco and Blaise on-and-off. As if he doesn’t have feelings for Draco. As if Draco doesn’t write him anonymous love letters every Valentine’s Day. “We’ve never been good at figuring out what we are.”

Draco's eyes flickered with a hurt Harry hadn't intended to cause. “Fuck you.”

That was all Harry needed to realize Blaise and Pansy both knew. But this wasn’t the time to talk about whether or not Harry and Draco would ever be anything other than confused. So instead, he said, “They’re using truth serums in the interrogations.”

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fuck me i can't wait for chapter 29 lmao. Just posted chapter 14 tho

[lqtraintracks]

For the Word excerpt ask: 'frog' or 'rainbow' :)

Elise. I fucking love you for giving me FROG. Lmao! This is a(n overly long) snippet from the end of Shiny Things, Slightly Damaged. It may enrich the reading to know that earlier in the story (they’re eighth years) Draco witnessed a first-year getting Harry’s signature on his chocolate frog card. Thus this is the second instance of the word frog in this story. ;) They’re at a room at the Hog’s Head for this, just to set the mood.

It’s late, and they haven’t turned on any lights, but there’s a moon. Malfoy’s skin gleams silver under its light. He’s naked. They both are. They’re sharing the bed, lying on their sides, facing each other.

Ten minutes earlier, Malfoy was riding Harry’s cock, his head thrown back, arse pounding down hard. He came on Harry’s chest, and Harry came inside him, again.

It’s still a little unreal, even though they started fucking only a month after the war ended. Harry couldn’t tell you how or why they started, only that it happened. That one day, returning Malfoy’s wand to him, he saw that stupid, arrogant look in his eye and it was either fight him or… this. To his shock, when he gripped Malfoy hard and breathed in his face, Malfoy chose this, and kissed Harry’s lips raw.

It would have been just the once. Maybe. Except that a week later Harry saw Malfoy coming out of the office of the Mind Healer next door to his own, eyes red and puffy, chin jutting out at seeing Harry there. They’d passed each other quickly, without words. But that night, Malfoy had shown up on the pavement outside Grimmauld, just wandering back and forth—before Harry opened the wards and the door to him, and pulled him roughly inside.

It’s not something that should have happened. Certainly not something that should keep happening. But it does. Because neither of them stops it. Because both of them seek it out in the other. They pretend they have no choice. It’s so much simpler that way.

“What?” Malfoy asks, studying Harry’s face.

“Mm. Nothing. Just thinking we should get back soon.”

Harry hasn’t told his Mind Healer about shagging Malfoy. He wonders if Malfoy’s told his. Not likely, Harry thinks. Which tells him plenty about the viability of what they’re doing. If they could keep it secret from each other, they probably would.

Malfoy scoots closer, his knee between Harry’s, his hand encircling Harry’s cock.

“Again?” Harry asks, a crooked smile pulling at his lips.

Malfoy looks down at the cock swelling as he strokes it, then back up at Harry. “You tell me.” Then, “If you don’t want to, I’ll just wank myself off to your chocolate frog card.”

Harry cannot, absolutely cannot, suppress a mad bubble of laughter at that.

Just as he can’t not notice that Malfoy’s getting hard again too, just from touching him.

Harry moves into his body, takes a firm grip on him as well. Malfoy gasps.

“One more,” says Harry.

And already thrusting his hips into it, Malfoy breathes, “Just one more.”

[eltaninbubba]

“I am no longer my own,” Draco said quietly, something of a whisper. “I am yours, as you are mine, bound together in ways even fate couldn’t sever."

[k-kizkhalifa]

Ah excerpt from Pink, this fic is consuming me:

The last report was just about a few sightings of dementors in an area, Draco wasn’t directly familiar with the area but he figured he could check it out tomorrow. He looked up when he heard a knock on the door, and took a nervous breath. He hated that he felt nervous, he wasn’t used to feeling nervous.

He stuffed the reports in a drawer, picked up his mug, and walked over to the door, pulling it open.

Harry stood there in a dark hoodie, and a pair of jeans. His hair messy as ever, his green eyes had a wild look in them and offered a small smile.

“Hello?” Draco asked, trying to play it cool. He had to play it cool, he wasn’t supposed to know that Harry Potter was making an appearance.

“Hey,” Harry let out a breath, taking a step towards Draco. “Can I come in?”

“Sure,” Draco stepped back, letting him in, “where is Teddy?”

Harry chuckled, “with Andromeda.”

“Why did you laugh?”

“It’s cute, how concerned you are of him,” Harry shrugged, looking arounds Draco’s flat. It was different from Harry’s place. Where Harry was mismatched furniture and cozy, and sometimes cluttered because of Teddy, Draco’s place felt more put together. Sleek, black furniture, nothing out of place, only one wall decorated with a few perfectly sized and placed pictures.

“Hm,” Draco smiled, “take your shoes off, Potter.”

Potter did, just stepping out of them and leaving them by the door. He glanced at Draco, “anything else?”

Draco rolled his eyes, “tea?”

“No, it’s okay.” Harry shook his head, his eyes trailing over Draco, who had changed into a pair of shorts, and a fitted light pink sweatshirt. Harry’s face flushed, Draco and the color pink. Ugh.

“Have you been drinking?”

“Uh, I had a few,” Harry admitted, finally tearing his eyes from Draco. “Theo had some new information.”

Draco would admit he did admire the way Harry didn’t shy away from the truth. “Oh? Theodore Nott, hm?” He moved past Harry, towards the den, “come in, Potter.” Harry followed, and once he watched Draco sit on the couch, he himself took a seat on the smaller one.

“Yeah, Theo.” Harry shrugged, “did you sleep?”

“Sure,” Draco shrugged, he felt tense and nervous. He was sure it showed, and he was sure Harry was going to ask.

“Is this about Theo?”

“Is what about Theo?”

Harry waved a hand, towards Draco, frowning. “The way you’re acting? I can leave if you want, Draco.”

“I don’t want you to leave,” Draco moved and sat his practically empty and definitely cold mug of tea on the side table, before running a hand through his bright blonde hair. “I don’t care about Theodore Nott. Does it surprise me? Not in the slightest. Does it interest me? A little.”

Harry snorted, “doesn’t surprise you?”

“Oh, Merlin no, Potter.” Draco gave him a look, “you seem to have a type.”

Harry flushed, shaking his head, and doing well to keep his eyes on Draco’s face, not his stupid pink sweatshirt.

“I was a little interested in how it got started?”

“Ah, ran into him during a case back when I first became an Auror and,” Harry shrugged, “Merlin, he could give a shit about me, and I liked that. He made me work to get information out of him, and after about three weeks he finally gave me something and then made a comment about stopping by for a conversation not related to work.” Harry chuckled, “anyway, it was never anything. Not really.”

Draco studied him, and then he asked. The question he knew he shouldn’t ask, but he did anyway. “Why didn’t it work out?”

Harry smiled, “why didn’t it work out,” he repeated the question, and leaned back in the seat, “I couldn’t ever give him what he was really looking for.”

“What was that?”

“A relationship.” Harry shrugged, “and there was no way in hell I was going to parent Teddy with him.” He shook his head, “he’s not the parenting type.”

Draco chuckled, softly, “I see. Why couldn’t you give him a relationship?” He was edging closer to the answer he was seeking, the one Theodore had hinted at. His eyes trained to Harry, watching him closely.

“Well,” Harry took a breath, returning the look, “there is this other bloke, that I just never could get out of my head.”

Draco arched an eyebrow, “really?”

“Yeah, good looking guy. Maybe you’ve met him?” Harry smiled, the beers he had drank with Theo making him feel a little playful. “Blonde hair, beautiful silver eyes, gorgeous smile, and Merlin, he is so brilliant, and a little funny. Great with children, dedicated to his job, kinda hard to get to know… but, worth it, I think.”

[skeptiquewrites]

For the excerpt game: gaze, rain, or truth, your choice x

Thank you Magpie 💖

For gaze, from Four Seasons, one of my personal favourites.

Malfoy’s gaze flicked up from the group argument about whether the duelling had been difficult or not, and met Harry’s. His eyes narrowed briefly with an expression Harry couldn’t read before he slipped out the front door. He’d left his coat behind in the teetering pile on the barstool, so he wasn’t going home yet, at least.

Harry waited a moment before following Malfoy out into the cold.

He stood out front, flicking open the top of an old fashioned lighter with a sharp click and closed it again. No cigarettes in sight, nor did he seem to be reaching for one. Their breath misted in the crisp night.

“Hi,” Harry said.

“Potter,” Malfoy acknowledged. Click. Close. The streetlight gleamed in his hair and Draco tilted his face upwards into the night air. Harry knew by now that it meant something that he found him interesting.

[amidnightjen]

CW: major character death, brief descriptions of blood and injury.

It was Kreacher who found him in the end. Kreacher who entered the auror offices, hands wringing and head bowed.

Ron knew it was bad news. His stomach lurched and as he sank to his knees before Kreacher he knew. He knew.

“Master Harry is with Master Draco.”

…that was not what Ron had been expecting to hear. Before he could ask, before he could demand an explanation, Kreacher held out one hand, expression solemn.

“I is taking you to Master Harry.”

Ron took Kreacher’s hand, felt the tug and twist of apparation, and then - and then he saw Harry.

His best friend was slumped against a headstone, head drooping onto his chest, hands slack by his side. His chest was soaked with blood. The sound that escaped Ron then was broken, a sob torn from him as he fell to his knees and reached a cautious hand out to Harry to check what he already knew.

And it was only then that he saw the name on the headstone.

Draco Malfoy.

Master Harry is with Master Draco.

[magpiefngrl]

'Almond' for the word excerpt ask game? <3

Hey babe, thanks for asking!

What a word! I was pretty sure I'd never written it, and indeed, I couldn't find a single instance across all my fics, published or WIPs.

Then I started searching for the word 'nuts', went through several fics, and I eventually came across one instance of 'hazelnuts' in The Boy Who Died:

Malfoy would leave in the morning, in his now customary all black, the signet ring flashing on his left hand, and he’d return at nightfall, usually with a treat for Harry. Fresh strawberries in November, starthistle and brown sugar cupcakes, bite-sized treacle tarts, roasted hazelnuts. Harry wondered if Malfoy intended to fatten him up and eat him; if he’d somehow escaped the swift death by the Harriers for a more gruesome death in Malfoy’s oven.

send me a word and I'll give yous an excerpt

[gryfferin-gaybies]

"Just give me a chance, Draco. We can start over like I'm someone you've just met. It'll be like—"

"But you're not!" Draco interrupted him. His voice was louder than what would've been considered appropriate for his work place and laced with urgency; he was practically begging Harry to understand. "You're not someone I just met! You're someone I know inside and out and yet still not at all. Looking at you still gives me that same I-can-do-absolutely-anything feeling like no time has passed whatsoever. You have no idea what just being around you does to me!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he spoke again, his tone was lower and lacked the borderline hysteria he was feeling. "I don't want to take the time to relearn you, Potter, because it would be too easy and I couldn't handle having to try to forget you again."

[innoodlewetrust]

“That’s quite nasty, isn’t it?” Harry says, pointing to the Dark Mark.

“It makes for an okay reminder,” Draco says.

“Of what you were?” Harry asks, absurdly generous.

Draco has to take a breath. “Of who I want to be.”

— All Things Go by iota

[bitkahuna]

Draco stood there with his chin up and an icy glare in his eyes. But there was something else in it too, a waver. He usually had his friends with him at Hogwarts whenever the older Slytherins tried to cause him any trouble. Now he was all alone.

Carefully, Harry moved closer, trying to see what was going on.

“Come on, Malfoy,” an older boy laughed, “not so tough without Crabbe and Goyle, huh? Just a little prat without your muscle.”

Draco's response was a snarl, his pride refusing to let him cower. "I don't need lackeys to protect me." He shot back, though the hint of desperation betrayed his bravado, back pressed fully to the shop’s wall.

“Face it, Malfoy, you’re out of your depth without your little gang.”

The group's chuckles drew the attention of a few passing witches and wizards, who quickly scurried away.

Cowards.

He hesitated. They weren’t cowards, just minding their own business, right? Just like he should, right? He wasn’t going to interfere. Malfoy can fight his own battles. After all, they were just being dicks. Certainly, it wasn’t going to get violent. Not in broad daylight in Diagon Alley of all places.

Right?

Harry felt something within him twist uncomfortably. He knew Draco and he were not friends by any measure, but seeing someone backed into a corner didn’t sit right. But in one split second, when a hand reached out to shove Draco, his decision was made.

"Hey!"

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“It was Potter who started with the spells!” Another desperate interjection came from Nott, who pointed accusingly.

“I told you to back off.” Harry shrugged.

“You act like we were scaring him!”

“He was cornered and you put your hands on him!”

“It’s not like I hit him! What kind of fairy gets scared from a little shove?!”

Lucius’ voice cut through the confrontation. “What did you call my son?”

[lqtraintracks]

Hello darling, how about ‘dance’, ‘laugh’, and ‘sigh’ for the word ask game! ❤️

Although I use it in ‘check this hand’, it’s not in the actual lap dance scene, which is... interesting. :D I thought about doing the lap dance from Bolts too, or ‘let me see you stripped’, but then I remembered that Take You Home is a clubbing fic, rife with dancing! So here are the third and sixteenth occurrence of the word. Thanks, Bella! <3

Draco Malfoy writhes on the dancefloor like a wisp of smoke, his undulating body caught in sharp flashes that bisect his fluid movements, shining light on his face one moment—his eyes closed in something that looks like ecstasy—leaving him in the dark the next.

and later...

They dance for what is probably hours but feels like minutes. Around three songs in, Malfoy had asked—close, his lips against Harry’s ear—“Do you want to go to the loo and let me suck you off?”

[eltaninbubba]

Draco and Harry; Soul-Bound

"I can feel your soul like a second heart beating in my chest, steady and sure, keeping my magic concealed, protected. Together, we are unseen, a shadow within a shadow."

[k-kizkhalifa]

oh have an excerpt from a fic i am working on bc i really loved this scene. ugh. draco being an adult. harry being a little nervous and uncomfortable. (probably posting the first part later today).

bro "kizinold anon" said the word: pink, and i said: lets write a WHOLE FKN FIC.

anyway, here is this:

Harry walked back down the hallway, thirty minutes later to find his whole den a mess. Draco, with his sleeves rolled up, was standing at the coffee table that he cleared off by quite literally just swiping everything to a pile on the floor, with Harry’s cup of coffee in hand  taking a drink. 

“What the fuck is this?” 

“Piles, organization, whatever you want to call it,” Draco answered after he swallowed, “why haven’t you told anyone about this?” 

“You all are so busy,” Harry shrugged, as he looked down at the coffee table. He eyes drug over Draco’s neat handwriting, Dementor Attacks. Werewolves Missing. Trolls Traveling. A piece of parchment sat above all else that read: North. 

“You think it is nothing?” 

“I plan on doing some asking around,” Harry lifted a shoulder, not meeting Draco’s look, “I’ll take care of it.” 

Draco frowned, “you know we’re all pretty capable wizards, though I do question that Boot, bloke, sometimes.” 

Harry chuckled, “why do you question Boot?” 

“He’s…” Draco lifted a slender shoulder, smiling, “not always friendly, let’s say.” 

“What?” 

Draco shrugged, “anyway, the point I’m trying to make, Potter. Is that you have a pretty capable team. Oh, Creevy is a shit show too.” He sighed, “you have about four of us, in office at all times, that are pretty damn good at what we do.” Draco couldn't really speak on the other team that they rotated at Azkaban with.

Harry smiled, “I know you all are good at what you do, that’s why I get to focus on these things.” 

“Is this about obligations outside the Ministry?” 

Harry sighed, and reached out taking his coffee mug from Draco, before he took his own drink and handed it back, pressing his fingers to his temple. “Everyone has their lives, they deserve to be able to go home and live them.” 

“I feel, just speaking out of hand here, Potter, but that means you get to live life outside of the Ministry, as well.” 

“I do,” Harry looked down at the table again, “so, it’s a lot of movement.” 

“It is,” Draco answered, “felt anything in that scar of yours, lately?” 

“Uhm, no.” Harry rubbed at the scar at the mention of it, “as far as I know, even if it was something to do with Voldemort, whatever part of him was inside of me is dead now. Right? Like that’s why I’m standing here, talking to you, Draco.” 

“Right, of course.” Draco nodded, “no, I haven’t felt anything either.” 

“I wasn't going to ask.” Harry said quickly, his eyes still trained on the papers, “I don’t imagine it’s Voldemort. I would like to think I managed that.” 

Draco chuckled, rolling his eyes, “right, of course.” He moved around Harry’s den, taking another drink of the coffee, as he sat on the edge of the armchair with a tired sigh. “Didn’t Weasley and Boot just take down that small group?” 

“A few weeks ago,” Harry nodded, his eyes drawn to the pink bag. He hated the fact he thought it, again. The thought of Draco Malfoy being the one to wear that pink lingerie set. He turned, forcing himself to look at the papers and willing his erection to just go away. “Why?” 

“Did they say anything? About things like this?” 

“Oh,” Harry cleared his throat and walked over to his briefcase, finding the report and pulling it out. He looked down at it, willing himself to just focus on reading it and not on the fact Draco Malfoy wouldn’t be wearing the pink lingerie set, but that his girlfriend would, and there wasn’t anything Harry could do about it. 

“Well?” 

Harry jumped, before shaking his head, “uh, sorry, Ron’s handwriting….” He sat the report on his desk, “looks like it was just a group of kids thinking about doing black market trades.” 

“Oh,” Draco frowned, “I’m sure they were beaten all to hell.” He added, quietly, finishing the coffee. 

Harry glanced over at the word choice, “what did ya mean Boot wasn’t always friendly?” 

“He’s a little heavy handed,” Draco lifted a shoulder, “okay, so, these reports have started coming in over the last few weeks, right?” 

“Yes, just a bit now.” Harry moved, sitting on the couch opposite Draco, watching the blonde think as he tried to work through it all. 

“What’s North? Besides cold?” His lips turned down, his eyes closed, and then he stood up and looked around. Harry watched him, confused, as the blonde seemed to make himself comfortable with the layout of Harry’s house. He grabbed the coffee mug, walked through the living room, and into the kitchen. Harry turned to watch him, wondering if Draco was like this everywhere he went. He heard him pouring himself another coffee, “cream?” He called, but before Harry could answer he heard the ice box open. 

Harry sat back, on the couch, and then Draco was next to him holding out a warm mug of coffee, just the way it had been. Harry noticed it was a new mug, Draco keeping the one he had been drinking out of. The one, really, Harry had been using before Draco appeared on his doorstep. 

“Azkaban,” Draco said quietly, moving to sit next to Harry, rather than across from him. “But, what is on the island these creatures could want?” He frowned, “aside from the prison?” 

Harry took a drink, trying not to look at the blonde who was making himself very comfortable. He frowned as the words settled around him. “I mean it is very well guarded.” 

Draco nodded, “I’m aware. Have you been out there lately?”

[skeptiquewrites]

love this!!! How about 'silver' or 'forest'?

Thank you, Starry my love. How about this from my WIP Control (since it's my next long WIP which I was calling spy fic):

Briony didn’t speak for a few long moments. “It can’t have been a miracle, in the way people mean. I mean, with the Killing Curse, a second time.” She tapped the spot on his right shoulder where a second lightning bolt scar matched the first. “What happened that night?”

“The curse rebounded. I don’t know what to tell you,” Harry said. In his mind’s eye, he sometimes had flashes. A long walk through the Forbidden Forest, a whisper to a Snitch, the station at King’s Cross, one last spell with an unfamiliar wand. It caught his breath in his chest and he shook the memories away.

“But you know why.”

[justheretop0st]

WIP: You Shouldn’t Trust Me

“Out for a nightly walk, Potter? Out of every inch of this castle and you choose to follow me?” Draco kept his wand trained on Potter as he stood.

“So vain Draco,” having flown up ten feet, Draco almost laughed at Harry needing to take a few needed breaths, “No one would follow you willingly. I just know you’re up to something. Katie didn’t fall ill of her own accord.” ‘Colloshoo.’

[saoirse-murphy]

Serpentine Hearts

Read on Wattpad by @Saoirse_Murphy

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | 1/?

Mature/Explicit; 2462

Tags: Postwar, Eigthyear, Healing

In the gentle embrace of healing, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are trying to find some sort of solace after a war fought by children. Both carrying the weight of past wounds, they converged on the intersection of vulnerability and resilience, weaving a narrative of renewal and connection.