#drarry medieval AU

[guiltypleasureswriting]

The minister pointed his finger at Harry and he felt a flash of fear in his chest. “The poison in your wine could only have come from him, Your Majesty! Your consort is trying to kill you!” It wasn’t true, he hadn’t poisoned the wine. In fact, he was shocked to think, that he would rather drink the goblet full before Draco got a chance at a single drop. He just hoped Draco knew that. 

“No,” Draco said as he stood gracefully from his throne. The light from the torches on the wall flickered and reflected off his pale hair. The precious stones and silver thread woven into his doublet glittered and his deep green cape draped elegantly from his shoulders. He shone with power as he stepped forward to tower over the minister.  “If my husband wished to kill me he would look me in the eye and push a dagger into my chest.”

The minister staggered back at the conviction in his king’s voice but before he tripped, Draco grabbed him by the collar. “You dare accuse my consort, Haveron?” He whispered in a deadly voice. “You murmur lies into the ears of my people. You sow doubt.” The minister was shaking in the King’s grasp. “You have a wicked tongue but you have lost yourself in desperation.” Draco released him with a shove and wiped his hand on his doublet like simply touching the man would infect him. “I will have no more of it; you are to leave my kingdom at once.” 

Draco ordered the guards to escort the minister out and then strode away from his throne. As he passed Harry, he met his eyes but no expression crossed his face. Harry followed him into his chambers. Draco stood in front of the hearth while Harry took a seat on the plump green chair facing him. 

“You did not poison me.” Draco stated not looking away from the flames. 

“I did not.” Harry replied. 

“Why?” 

“As you said, sire, I would rather look you in the eye.” 

Draco hummed and turned to look at Harry. “So then, who put that poison in my cup?”

“I thought the minister did.”

Draco huffed and swept his cape as he settled into the chair next to Harry’s. He titled his head, cheek turned slightly into his shoulder and settled his gaze on Harry.

“No, Haveron does not have the fortitude to carry out such a task.” 

Harry grunted in disbelief and grumbled, “He had the fortitude to accuse me of treason in front of your court.” 

Draco smiled, “Do not worry, my dear. I never suspected you.”

“You expected me to commit such a crime until very recently.” Harry said pointedly.

Draco grimaced and sighed. “I am sorry we had such a turbulent start.” 

“Yes well, a turbulent start is to be expected when you are married off to your family's sworn enemy.”

Reaching out a hand, Draco brushed a bit of hair from Harry’s forehead and then lightly trailed his fingers down his cheek. He smiled softly and murmured, “We’re not enemies anymore, are we Harry?” 

Harry nudged his cheek into Draco’s open palm and smiled back. “No, we are not.” Draco’s fingers rested over Harry’s pulse point and Harry brushed a kiss on his palm before taking his hand from his cheek. Harry held his hand in one of his own with the palm facing upward. With his other hand, he traced his fingers over the lines in Draco’s hand. Then, once again, he bent his head and placed a purposeful kiss on Draco’s hand. 

“It is getting late.” Draco said softly. “Let us rest. We will worry about assasination attempts in the morning.” 

Harry nodded and stood with Draco, their hands still clasped together as he followed him into their bed. 

Wrapped in the warmth of the dying hearth and his lover’s arms, Harry felt he could relax and forget impending war and the attempts on his husband’s

life. Feeling safe, he drifted away to sleep. 

But the peace did not last long.

Harry was woken in the early hours of the morning by pounding on the door and a voice crying out, “My King! My King, you must wake up!” Draco groaned at the noise and tightened his grip on Harry. His bare arm was draped over Harry’s waist as they slept with their legs tangled together. 

“What is it?” Draco called out to the voice.

“An emergency, Your Highness! A rider returned with news of an army marching this way, only a day out.”

Draco jolted out of bed pulled on a nightshirt whispering, “Fuck, fuck.” to himself. Harry was barely given a chance to follow his husband’s example and cover himself before Draco was throwing open the wooden door to their chambers. The voice that had woken them belonged to a nervous looking courier. He wore a simple tunic and breeches and held a piece of parchment in his left hand and a torch in his right. “Whose army approaches?” 

The couriers tembled, “I do not know, sire. I was just told to wake you and deliver this.”  He held out the parchment for Draco to take which he did.

“Go find my advisors and Lady Pansy. Tell them to gather in the war room at once.” 

“Yes sire.” The courier skittered off. 

Draco took a deep breath and peered down at the note. Harry moved behind him quietly and placed a gentle hand on Draco’s shoulder. When he took a sudden sharp breath in through his teeth, Harry tightened his grip. “Who is it, Draco?” 

“It is Riddle’s army. But they are flying the Malfoy crest.” The air caught in Harry’s throat.

“What?” 

Draco turned and looked Harry in the eye. Harry still had one hand around Draco’s shoulder and with his free hand, he clasped Draco’s and squeezed. “It seems my father is returning for his throne.” 

It was common knowledge to the people of Slytherin that King Draco had not settled on the throne through simple inheritance. Although he was the heir, he became king while his father still lived. The story had spread quickly through the surrounding kingdoms, becoming legend in under a year. 

The Prince of Slytherin was always beloved. Although spoiled and stuck up, he was known to have a kind heart, even if he didn’t show it. He did not smile and he did not laugh, but when he was walking among the commoners, he gave children gifts of sweets and toys. Many times, when he came across a beggar, he sat with them and offered them a meal. He frequented taverns often, sitting in corners to avoid suspicion. He often struck up conversation with anyone interested to talk with him about the poor and suffering in the kingdom. He would hear the grievances of his people and promise them he would do what he could to convince the King to hear their case. 

The King of Slytherin was cruel. He hoarded wealth and ignored his people. He looked for power wherever he went and demonstrated it at every chance. He was not always a tyrant though. Before Draco was born, he was a decent ruler. Not particularly great, but he fed his people and kept up with concerns. When Queen Narcissa died in childbirth, the King was withdrawn. He handed his son off to nursemaids the moment Narcissa was gone and refused to take visitors for months. Until one day, he did take a visitor. This visitor promised the King riches and power and most of all revenge. He convinced the King it was the Kingdom of Gryffindor that caused the Queen’s death. It was a political plot by his most sworn enemies to undermine his reign once and for all. This manipulative visitor was named Tom Riddle. 

The Prince grew up knowing only love from Nursemaids and never his father. The King only treated the Prince with cold distance and discontent. He was only an heir. As the Prince grew he developed more and more hatred for his father. Draco loved his people. He wanted them to be happy and flourishing but his father did not treat the people with any respect. They were only peasants to be exploited. When the Prince came of age he found an old tome detailing an ancient Slytherin tradition. It said the only way to take the throne from the current ruler before their death was to challenge them to a duel and win. So the Prince challenged his father to a duel. It was very public, with the whole kingdom gathering to watch. And when Draco defeated his father and banished him from Slytherin along with Riddle, the people rejoiced. 

When Harry and Draco had made themselves decent and arrived in the war room, Draco’s advisors were gathered around the war map.

Other scenes:

The day Harry woke up a married man, it was cold. Very, very cold. He dressed in many layers and waited in his chambers until there came a knock at the door calling him to breakfast. When he arrived in the hall, the King was already sitting at his place at the head of the table. Harry stood awkwardly in the entryway for a moment wondering where he should sit. 

The King looked at him with a blank expression and then nodded to the chair on his right side. Harry tried for a smile that must not have looked right because the King’s features tightened for a moment before he simply looked away. After a few minutes waiting in tense silence, Harry’s aunt and uncle arrived with their son in tow. 

They entered noisily with Petunia’s shrill voice crying, “Good Morning, Your Majesty! I apologize for our lateness, we were held up by one of your servants.” Vernon’s angry griping that “If that boy knew his place we’d have no issue.”, and Dudley’s whining about how terribly hungry he was. 

Vernon sat at the end of the table opposing the King which must not have been custom because when he did so, the King tensed and glared. Petunia took her place at her husband's side and carried on saying, “Oh yes he was a horrid young man. You should look into how your servants are being treated, Your Majesty. It is clearly not with a firm enough hand.”  The King’s expression turned even harsher at the insult and opened his mouth to respond but he was interrupted.

“Mum! I’m starving, are they planning to feed us?” Dudley complained. 

“Oh Duddikins! Where is the food, sire? Surely your cooks know when to serve breakfast.” 

“They do.” The King responded, face pink with the effort of resisting his clear anger. “I’m afraid they were waiting until you arrived to serve us.” As the King said this, servants whisked in, placing plates of fruit, bread, and meat in front of them. Dudley immediately began stuffing his face making loud chewing noises. Harry saw the King make a face before becoming expressionless again. 

Starting on his breakfast, Harry simply let the annoying conversation wash over him. choosing not to participate. 

“You have so many lovely fruits, sire.” Petunia said brightly. Too bright.

The King replies, “Yes, my recent alliance with Hufflepuff has brought plentiful amounts of fruits to my kingdom.” 

“Oh yes.” Vernon said gruffly. “I heard you allied with those cowards.” 

The King gripped his knife. “Yes, I did ally with them. It has been very beneficial.”

--

“Why do you hide away in your own castle?”

“I like to have some things to myself, without my guards watching.”

“What kinds of things?” He sat beside Draco.

Draco gestured to the novel he was reading. “This. The romanticism and darkness.” Then he took Harry’s wrist and traced his veins. He looked up at Harry’s lips then brushed along the bottom lip. “And this.”

--

The smell from the gardens was strong from the rain permeating every crevice. Their hair was soaked and their clothes were bedraggled. When Draco laughed Harry thought it the most gorgeous thing he had ever heard. Like fresh rain after a drought. He slid one hand around Draco’s neck and pulled his body into Harry’s. They breathed together and smiled. Draco rested his forehead on Harry’s.

“Thank you.” Harry murmured and Draco smiled.

--

I wrote this almost 3 years ago now and forgot about it and it's 1 am and I have things to do in the morning, but I found it and was reading it and was like... damn okay. So I thought I'd post it here. It was inspired by this prompt from @writing-prompt-s:

The minister pointed his finger at the queen. “The poison in your wine could only have come from her, your majesty! The queen is trying to kill you!” “No,” said the king. “If my wife wished to kill me she would look me in the eye and push a dagger into my chest.”

I also think there were other royalty and arranged marriage AUs in my head when I wrote it so if there's any similarities that's on me. I also think I had been watching Lord of the Rings so there might be some of that in there. Hope you like it!

I wouldn't say I'm back but you might hear from me again sooner than later.

[snailsway101]

Drarry medieval au musings--all silly romance, no real plot 😂 inspired by Draco's silliness in earlier movies

Part 1

The talk of the castle was that arrogant young Malfoy, heir to the Duke, had been snubbed by a nobody.

"Well, hardly a nobody," murmured Lady Granger's maid. "''Twas Harry Potter, the famed Lord Potter's son."

"Harry Potter is a nobody," Lady Parkinson's maid insisted with a sneer. "A little nobody Sir Lupin's retrieved from god-knows-where. Who even knows if he is who they say he is. To go by a mere scar--"

"But he's also the spitting image," crooned the Queen's more elderly maid. "Oh, I remember Lord James, that handsome rascal. If Harry Potter's anything like his father, he'll certainly be breaking some hearts."

But the maids hushed presently, for Malfoy himself had swept into the corridor, followed by Zabini and Nott. With brief curtsies, which only Zabini acknowledged with a wink, the maids retired quietly into the shadows, wary of provoking the young lords' ire.

Malfoy was ablaze with fury. He stomped through the corridor loudly with his ermine cloak flapping dramatically behind him. "Just who does he think he is?" he cried, grey eyes flashing. "I offer my friendship, MY friendship, and stupid Potter just--"

"Now, now, Draco--"

"But not only that, he sided with Weasley! Of all people--"

"Weasley is of noble birth," Nott cut in reasonably.

"Weasley is impoverished!" Draco's smooth, pale cheeks puffed out in irrepressible irritation. He seemed to lose himself in thought for a moment, before suddenly, his eyes danced with merry malice. "I henceforth declare Potter my sworn enemy! Snubbing me--I'll show him what's what, I'll show him tomorrow! At the joust! He's basically a village idiot, I'll knock him clean off his horse! Just you wait!"

Nott and Zabini shared amused looks over their belligerent friend's shoulder. Though they were loyal to Malfoy, they could not help but look forward to the impending storm at Court wrought by Harry Potter's unexpected arrival.

[magpiefngrl]

Drarry Aus: Medieval

@annalimirlsblog asked: “...  First of all I want to tell you that I really like your stories and I hope I can help you. What do you think about medieval AU? There are so many possibilities...”

Thank you for your prompt! I was trying to figure out a premise, but then I thought of a Medieval D.A. :)) Hope you enjoy it! 

Many thanks to @theblowfishdiaries for the beta! ❤ ❤ 

The Rightful Heir      

(Mature, 3.2k) Here’s the start:

**

Harry gazed at the small crowd that had gathered at the back room of the Hog’s Head, separated by the main inn where the fire burned merrily and a drunken blacksmith had paid the bard to sing bawdy songs about naughty maidens and crafty stable boys. Lascivious lyrics, laughter and lute melodies drifted through the heavy door mingling with the solemn atmosphere in the stone-walled room where the people loyal to Harry sat in grim silence and waited.

With a nod from Hermione, Harry stood and addressed them. ‘I want to thank you for being here. Ever since the usurper, Queen Dolores, assassinated my uncle and took the throne from me, the rightful Heir, I’ve been hunted. Being seen with me is an offence punishable by imprisonment — or worse.’

Every face in his audience indicated they were aware they were risking their lives.

‘Her schemes, her laws, are destroying our land. The poor are getting poorer. The ill are left untreated. Taxes have been raised…’ ‘Harry continued, his voice rising, as everyone nodded or murmured in agreement. ‘I won’t stand by and watch as she ruins the kingdom. My kingdom.’

‘Here, here,’ Ron said, raising his tankard.

‘But how can we fight her?’ Seamus asked, pointing at the group. ‘She’s unstoppable. Her Inquisitorial Squad is everywhere. She has most of the knights at her disposal and you’ve only four; the rest of us here are palace staff, servants, carpenters and—’ No one mentioned his name, but he was there, insolently leaning against the stone wall.

‘And me,’ Draco drawled, examining his fingernails. ‘The Queen’s trusted advisor. It must make you quiver in your boots, doesn’t it, Finnigan?’

‘Yes, Harry — how can we trust a spoiled brat who’s—’

‘Stand down, Ronald, before you hurt yourself,’ Draco said with derision, but Harry interrupted. He knew their quarrels could escalate to the point where they reached for their swords. He also knew that Draco, although not better than Ron at duelling, was willing to cheat in order to win, which is why Harry ensured they never got to exchange blows.

‘Enough. If we start fighting amongst ourselves we’re doomed.’ He exchanged a pointed glance with Ron, who sat back in his chair. Harry addressed the others. ‘A lot of you don’t trust the son of Lord Malfoy because of his connection to the usurper. But I promise you, his offer to assist our endeavour is genuine.’ He turned and glanced directly at Draco. ‘And if he betrays us, I’ll kill him myself.’

The resolve in his words seemed to reassure everyone.

‘Seamus asked a good question,’ Harry said. ‘How can we fight back? There are two ways…’ He glanced at his two best friends, who both spoke at the same time:

‘Sword fighting!’ said Ron.

‘Reading,’ said Hermione, the palace’s librarian.

‘Both.’ Harry looked around. ‘Some of you need to learn to handle weapons; others need to learn to read and write. Knowledge is as important as fighting. The way we will arrange it is thus: I’ll take the sword fighting class. Draco will teach the rest of you reading.’

Groans.

‘Why not Hermione? She’s the scholar,’ Seamus protested.

‘I’m no good with weapons. And,’ she coughed, ‘Ron has promised to teach me how to use a sword.’

‘Yeah, he’ll show you how to hold his sword alright,’ Seamus murmured audibly and some people chuckled until Hermione glared at all of them, and the laughter trailed off.

‘We’ll meet in the woods near the Wolf’s Peak in three days’ time,’ Harry said, signalling the end of their meeting, when Ron’s sister interrupted them.

‘Do we have a name? Our group of fighters, the resistance — we need an identity.’

‘Ehm, OK? Any ideas?’

‘Harry Potter Rightful King to the Throne’s Fighting Group,’ Colin said.

‘That’s a mouthful,’ Seamus laughed.

‘That’s what she said,’ Ron piped and everyone laughed — even Draco struggled to keep a straight face.

‘Death to Dolores Faction?’ Dean offered.

‘It might be a good idea,’ Luna said from the back, ‘not to advertise what we’re doing. In case we ever need to talk about it in public.’

I’ve a cool one,’ Ernie said. ‘The Death Eaters.’

Ron snorted. ‘What‘ve you been reading?’

Ernie scowled but Harry agreed with Ron. ‘Too occult. Sounds like a group prancing around in masks, doing dark deeds in exchange for immortality.’  

Draco spoke then. ‘How about the Defiant Association?’

Everyone mulled over it, but no objections came. Harry said, ‘Perfect. We can call it D.A. for short.’

 *

As everyone took their leave and shut the door behind them, Harry rubbed his temples. ‘Do you think it’s madness?’

‘I do,’ Draco’s voice came from beside him, ‘but madness might be the only way out of this mess.’ He stroked Harry’s back, and Harry wrapped his arm around him and drew him close.

‘Thank you,’ he whispered. ‘Thank you for helping me.’

‘Of course,’ Draco said and kissed him. He brushed a lock of Harry’s hair back from his forehead and sighed. ‘Although I have to say it’s too revolutionary… teaching chambermaids and the gardener’s kid to read and write. Useless.’

‘Hermione insists,’ Harry said. He lowered his head to leave a trail of kisses on Draco’s neck. ‘We could’ve told them, you know. That we’re together.’

‘And have everyone doubt you because they assume your decision-making is guided by your dick? Bad idea. Besides, Ginevra harbours some affection for you, still.’

Harry sighed. ‘I told you it was before we met—’

‘You mean before you saw me relaxing in the baths and molested me?’

Harry smiled and gave Draco’s neck a gentle bite. ‘I seem to remember you enjoying it. Oh yes, Harry… faster, Harry…’

Draco poked him in mock indignation, and Harry laughed. He buried his face in Draco’s hair and inhaled his citrus-and-cedar scent. ‘We’d better leave. Separately.’

Draco kissed Harry. ‘See you in the forest in three days.’

**

The clearing at the Caves at the foot of Wolf’s Peak was the perfect location for their illicit activities. In a grove by the stream, Draco had sat down with those who needed to learn their letters: among others was Neville, the gardener’s son; Colin, Harry’s servant; Lavender, the chambermaid; and, to his distress, Seamus, who as a man-at-arms’ apprentice was well-versed in the art of holding a sword, but not in the art of holding a quill.

Harry had shown the rest of them the first basic rule of sword fighting, which was to parry an advance. He and Dean demonstrated types of advances and how to deflect them, and then the group split in twos or threes while Harry and his knights (Ernie, Dean, Ron, Susan) supervised and assisted.

An hour later, pleased with the progress of his students, Harry allowed himself a moment to gaze at Draco as he corrected Seamus’s wrong answer with ill-concealed glee. Draco’s hair shone in the slanting light, creating a halo around his head. He must have sensed Harry watching, because he turned and sent Harry a small smile; secret, just for the two of them.

Harry smiled back, holding his gaze for a moment before returning to the practice duels. Ron and Hermione stood at the edge of the clearing where Ron demonstrated a front guard — as always Hermione was the most advanced of the group — and she copied his movements in the precise, meticulous way she applied to everything. Next to them, Dean was showing one of the textile merchant’s daughters how to use her feet for balance, while her twin observed closely. Ginny, handy with a sword since she was young, dueled with Cho, the Ambassador’s daughter, and Cho fought back, her long hair tied in a high bun, her forehead gathering beads of sweat.

‘Take it easy, Ginny,’ Harry called. ‘Even wooden practice swords can cause damage.’

‘She can take it,’ Ginny smiled at Cho, her cheeks flushing as she spoke. ‘She’s a fast learner. But I’ll be careful.’

Cho beamed. ‘Do your worst, Ginevra.’

Ginny smiled wickedly and raised her sword. Harry left them to it and corrected Luna’s hold. ‘This isn’t a scalpel,’ he reminded her of her healer training. ‘Put some thrust in it.’

Harry watched Luna sparring with her partner, a wine merchant’s daughter if memory served, who seemed particularly reluctant to fight back. Harry switched them up with Ron and Hermione — ignoring Ron’s scowls — and had Luna partner with him, feeling Hermione would be a better match for this girl...  Marion? Morgana? His memory failed him. He’d ask Draco for her name later.

After two long hours, as dusk fell creating long shadows on the grass and the birds called the night in, it was time to leave. The women changed in the cave out of their fighting gear and into their normal dresses, and everyone left in twos or threes. Harry sat in the cave mouth with Ron and Hermione, discussing the first day’s training, while Draco disappeared down the back of the caves.

‘I can bring some more parchment tomorrow,’ Hermione said. ‘And books so they can practice reading at home. No one’s going to miss some of the old tomes.’ She glanced at the shadows in the cave behind them and lowered her voice. ‘Despite his personal shortcomings, I’m impressed that Draco taught them half the alphabet in one lesson.’

Ron snorted. ‘Difficult job.’

Harry ignored his taunt. ‘Intelligence says that Queen Dolores has got wind of our project. Do we know if anyone talked?’

Ron’s eyes widened. ‘Queen Dolores knows?’

‘Suspects,’ Harry corrected.

‘And you wonder who talked? Are you being stupid on purpose?’ Ron raised his voice. He pointed a finger at the back of the cave. ‘He could bring an army here to capture you and your “project”!’

‘He won’t. Draco won’t.’ Harry stood, indicating the conversation was over, but Ron wouldn’t let it go.

‘You’re playing with fire and endangering all of us by trusting him.’

‘Ron’s right,’ Hermione said. ‘If there’s a reason you trust him, we should know.’

Harry stared at the forest ahead. It’d gone dark now, emptying of colour but filling with sound. Bugs and critters chirped in the undergrowth and birds cawed to one another. ‘I can’t tell you yet. But he’s the one who brought me the news that Queen Dolores is aware that something is brewing. Draco spies for us.’

Ron didn’t seem convinced. ‘If he’s playing you, Harry, we’ll all end up dead.’ Hermione tugged him away and they disappeared through the trees.

‘They’ll never trust me, you know,’ a silky voice said behind Harry. Two arms circled Harry’s waist and Harry felt Draco’s breath on his cheek as he tugged Harry close. ‘They’ll always suspect.’ He kissed Harry’s neck and whispered in his ear, ‘Come. I found something.’

Draco took Harry’s hand, a torch in the other, and led him to the back. The narrow cave led to what seemed like a dead end, but Draco slid inside an opening that barely fit one person. If Harry hadn’t seen Draco slip inside the crack in the wall, he’d have no idea a passage existed behind it.

Ten steps later, the narrow passage opened to a cathedral-tall cave. ‘It’s dry,’ Draco said, ‘and airy. Hard to find. We can store things: weapons, dry food, clothing. There might come a time when the Queen discovers who the renegades are. We need a hideout.’

The torch light played on Draco’s face, illuminating his cheekbones and the soft curve of his mouth. Harry’s longing for Draco sometimes made it hard to breathe, a fist squeezing his lungs. He kissed him, letting his mouth linger on Draco’s as he spoke. ‘You think of everything. But let’s not share it with anyone else yet — not until we figure out who spoke to her.’

Draco placed the torch down, cupped Harry’s face and kissed him. He rubbed his hardening cock against Harry’s thigh in slow, circular movements, spreading wildfire through Harry’s veins. ‘For now the cave can be used for different purposes,’ Draco murmured.

Harry smiled and threw his cloak on the ground as a blanket before pulling Draco on it. He slipped a hand inside Draco’s breeches, palming his hot pulsing cock. ‘What different purposes?’

Draco grinned and proceeded to show him in excruciating detail.

Read More on AO3 Deleted! My apologies!

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Mermaid AU

Dare Dating (8th year)

Pirate AU

Durmstrang!Harry and Beauxbatons!Draco AU

Royalty/Arranged Marriage AU

Musicians AU

Fae AU

Adventure AU

Firefly/Space AU

Magical Flower Shop AU (canon universe)

Buy me a kofi

AU Series on AO3

[phoebe-delia]

WIPITTY SNIPPITY

@purplehotmess thanks for the tag, lovely!!

So @basicallyahedgehog also tagged me in Wip Snip stuff, and thanks to you as well, my love. This is dedicated to you, my love, because I wrote this today for one of my two recent Ideas, and you always talk me down when my negative self-talk kicks in, and I doubt I'd have started this WIP without you. (Also tagging anyone who hasn't been tagged yet!)

Harry sat on the work table on the opposite wall, watching as Draco gripped the hammer in his fist and brought it down onto the steel, still glowing from the furnace. Clang clang clang clang it hit the steel over and over again, the material molding to Draco’s ministrations so it narrowed. Harry noticed the flex of his arm, the sweat beading at his brow from the exertion and the heat of the furnace, the way he grunted softly every so often when he gave it a particularly hard whack.

The sound should’ve been abrasive to Harry’s ears. He should’ve taken his leave then, or at the very least dampened the noise with his palms. But instead he sat there, mesmerized at watching Draco work.

After a while, Draco finally stopped and looked up, glaring slightly. “Gawk at me all you please, Sir Potter, but get your arse off my work table.”

[steampunkserpent27]

Bubonic

Written for the prompt: sick CW: sickness, death, suffering, Narcissa/Lucius are dead Father had fallen ill first. He brought it home to mother, who died soon after. Now he was alone. There was no one left to care for him as the trembling took hold.

His entire body burned but he couldn’t stop shaking. Sweat glistened on his skin as he lowered himself onto the pile of hay he usually slept on, preparing to lay there until he died, however long that may be.

His mouth became dry and tacky as the heat burnt all of the moisture out of his body. The straw beneath him stuck to his damp face, the musty smell further agitating his airways. His head throbbed violently as he tried to turn over, making his vision swim.

Squeezing his eyes shut, he tried to block out the pain and fear that consumed him. He hoped it’d be over soon. He hoped it wouldn’t drag out for days like it had for others. He hoped when he opened his eyes, he’d be with mother and father again.

The sound of footsteps startled him awake. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been asleep for, but sharp pain was shooting up his arms and legs with every subtle movement. The intruder approached him slowly.

He panicked, gasping out, “Not… Not dead.” His voice was hoarse and it hurt to speak.

Please, Don’t let them throw him on a pile of rotting corpses. He knew the body collectors would occasionally check unresponsive houses, but those bodies weren’t always dead.

“Malfoy?”

He froze, he knew that voice. It was his neighbor from down the street. They’d never gotten along, infact, they practically hated each other. They were always getting into fist fights or stealing each other's livestock. He tried to curl his lips into a sneer but it came out as a grimace.

Great, now he was going to be strangled to death.

“Why... Why are you on the floor? There’s a bed right there.” Harry pointed towards the back of the house.

“It’s not…” He gasped, his head pounding with every word, “Mine.”

Harry frowned down at him, “Come on. Let’s move you.”

“No. Don’t.. Don’t touch me. Just go away.” Draco couldn’t keep the waver out of his voice.

“I’m not going to hurt you. But you’ll be more comfortable off of the floor.” Harry sighed heavily, “It’s your house now, you know.”

“I didn’t.. I didn’t want it.” He could hear his voice cracking. Before he could say anything else, Harry grabbed onto his arms and pulled him upwards. Without meaning to, he let out a whimper of pain, staggering and collapsing onto Harry, who quickly caught him. He could feel his body shaking under the strain of standing, “I.. I can’t walk.”

Harry tightened his grip around Malfoy’s center, “I won’t drop you. It’s just over there.”

He limped across the floor, wincing with every step as Harry helped to hold him upright. He collapsed onto the hard, wooden bed frame, curling into a fetal position. Feeling another trembling fit take hold, he bit down on his teeth, trying to keep himself from chattering.

“Why..?” He gasped out once his shivering had subsided enough to talk.

“You’re the only one left, Malfoy.” Harry had a haunted look in his eyes, “I.. I can’t… watch you die too.”

“You.. you’re going to have to.”

“No!” Harry curled his fingers into trembling fists and turned, stomping out of the front door that was barely hanging on at the hinges.

Draco wrapped his arms around his chest, surprised at the sudden sadness that consumed him. Maybe he really didn’t want to die alone. But now Harry was gone. He’d given him a taste of hope and then he’d run.

At least he wasn’t inhaling dust anymore. At least he’d be able to die a little bit more comfortably.

He flinched as Harry suddenly rushed back in, carrying a pail full of sloshing water. He set it down next to Draco, dipping a cup into it and handing it to him.

He gasped, frantically grabbing at the cup, his arms so weak he nearly dropped it. Harry helped to hold his arms up, guiding the water to his mouth. He swallowed it hungrily, the cold water feeling like ice in his mouth. Even Harry’s hands felt cold against his scorching skin. The cup was soon empty and then refilled.

“I.. I thought you left.” He murmured in between gulps.

“I told you I wasn’t going to let you die.” Harry said, shaking his head, “I wouldn’t say that and then just leave you to die.”

“No. You said.. You didn’t want to watch me die. Which is… exactly what you’d be doing if you tried to help.”

Harry glowered at him, “You’re not going to die.”

Draco let out a grunt, “Everyone else.. Has died. Why not me?”

“Because I won’t let you.”

He laughed, he didn’t mean to. But it was such a stupid response, he couldn’t not laugh. He winced, his stomach cramping, “Ow.”

Harry sighed, “You should eat something.”

“I’m.. really not hungry.”

“I don’t care. You’re eating.”

Draco frowned, staring up at Harry with worried eyes, “I only have bread and I’m sure the rats have gotten it by now.”

“I’ll get you something. Wait here.”

“Because I have so many places to be.” He grimaced, closing his eyes against the pounding headache.

Draco waited in silence. Still confused as to why Harry was being so nice to him. He’d never done anything to deserve it. He’d nearly fallen asleep when he heard footsteps.

Harry prodded his shoulder, “Malfoy?”

He blinked his eyes open, squinting up at him.

“Here.” Harry opened the cloth in his hands, setting it on the bed next to him,” I know it’s not a lot. But I rationed it out.”

“No. No, Harry.” Draco stared at the slice of bread, salted meat, and square of white cheese in horror, “Don’t.. Don’t waste that on me. I’m probably going to be dead by the end of the week anyways.”

“You will be if you only eat bread. Just eat it, please.”

Draco stared at the ration with watery eyes. It’d been years since he’d had meat. His parents could never get their hands on it. His hands trembled as he picked up the chunk, taking a bite out of it. He let out a contented sigh, quickly swallowing the rest of it.

“It’s just cheese from the goat, but it should be okay.” Harry sat on the frame of the bed, watching Draco with concern.

Draco shook his head, “Why? I .. I don’t understand. You .. you should want me dead.”

“I’ve told you why already. Eat, please. Before I force it down your throat.”

He sighed, breaking off a small piece of cheese and letting it melt on his tongue, “Thank you.” he murmured.

Harry just nodded.

Once Draco had finished eating everything on the cloth, Harry helped him take another drink of water. He felt his eyes drooping and rested his head against his own arm. He just wanted to sleep. Maybe it would take the pounding pain and relentless heat away, even for a moment. He slipped into unconsciousness, his body was terribly exhausted and he had no reason to stay awake.

His body stirred multiple times but never quite enough to fully wake up. He’d doze in and out of a fitful sleep before he’d relax. When his eyes finally opened, everything felt heavy. He let out a groan, the heat and shivering returning with a vengeance.

Harry woke to the sound of Draco’s pain, turning to comfort him, “Here, I’ll get you some water.”

The cup was placed against his lips, all he had to do was swallow. The water tasted old but it was still frightfully frigid against his hot mouth.

“T-thanks.” He murmured, his trembling increasing with the introduction of water.

Harry’s eyebrows creased with worry, “What can I do?”

He shook his head, “There.. There isn’t anything.”

Draco gradually grew worse with every passing day. Until Buboes started to grow on the underside of his neck, making it increasingly hard to speak. They burned and itched, threatening to burst if he moved in the wrong way. Others grew after the first, in his armpits and groin. Everything hurt. His arms. His throat. His head.

His pale skin had dark black splotches, blood that had dried beneath the surface. When he first saw them he’d gone pale with fright. Now, they were all over his body, new ones appearing every day. His frantic trembling never went away, no matter how hot he grew. Every time he looked at himself he felt violently ill. He no longer recognized the sickly yellow pallor of his skin.

“Harry.” He no longer recognized his own voice. It was too weak, too small.

Harry was already there, grasping his hand in his own. His green eyes were wide and terrified, “I’m here.”

He took a shuddering breath, “It’s okay. You.. you don’t have to watch anymore. You.. you can go.”

Please, don’t. Please, don’t leave me.

“No. Stop.. stop saying that. You’re not going to die.”

His face crumpled, he couldn’t hold it back any longer, “Harry.. Please. You.. you can’t stop lying to yourself.”

Draco let out a pained whine when Harry pressed a wet cloth against the side of his face, his hand shaking, “You’re not going to die.”

Painfully hot tears slid down his cheeks as he let out a frantic sob, “I’m.. I’m scared, Harry.”

“You’re not going to die.”

“I.. I’m being punished. I.. I killed them all, Harry. It’s all m-my fault. I.. I’ve been bad.. I..”

“Stop. Stop that. You didn’t bring the bad air here.” Harry pressed the palm of his hand against Draco’s cheek. It was still cold but it didn’t burn like the cloth, so he leaned into the touch.

He could hear the familiar ringing of the body cart being wheeled down the street and the tired call of, “Bring out your dead!”

Draco squeezed his eyes shut, focusing on the cool hand cradling his sweat riddled face. He could almost block out the sound of bodies being thrown and the squeaking of the cart.

Fingers drifted through Draco’s uncomfortably itchy hair and he sighed in relief, squinting up at Harry through tired eyes.

The day the first Buboe popped, Draco knew he’d made it through the worst of it. He was weak and exhausted and felt like his skull was going to split open, but he allowed himself to hope. Most people didn’t live long enough for them to pop open, so if they did, you were probably going to survive.

“I.. guess you were right.” Draco relented.

Harry sat on the edge of the bed heavily, taking a deep breath, “Told you.”

Draco stared, just now noticing the sheen of sweat on Harry’s face.

[gnarf]

👀👀👀 Historical AU where one of them is a Prince and the other works at the castle and they run away together?

Father knew. Draco saw it in the way he held his body, in the way he never directed his glance at him. He knew.

Feeling his hands tremble, Draco clutched the silverware, hoping it'd stop the shaking. It only made it worse.

Father knew. Their time was running out.

He took the first chance he got to leave the banquet hall. Father would come for him the moment this feast was over. And Draco refused to think of what would happen once he did.

He waited till nobody could possibly hear him before he started a sprint through the castle. Draco didn't have many things he could pack up, everything would give away who he was. He ended up taking things he could sell or trade, the bit of gold he had lying around, and the most basic set of clothes he owned which still screamed prince to everyone looking. It had to do.

His time was running out.

Hearing angry footsteps coming up to his door, Draco froze for a second.

Not the time for panic.

Shaking his head, Draco entered the secret passageway he had found years ago. It ended next to the kitchen, which was exactly where he wanted to be.

Slipping out, he stood straight and hid his fear before storming into the kitchen, demanding for the boy of the cook to pack him a bag he could take out on a hunt and bring it to the stable. The cook bowed, and Draco caught Harry's eyes before he gave him a short nod.

It was their secret message, he knew they had to run. And Draco knew Harry was ready.

He saddled the horses himself while waiting for Harry to join him, feeling his heart sting as he looked around. He'd miss mother, and his castle. But everything was better than what his father would do to him once he found him.

A soft peck to his cheek snapped him out of his misery. Harry's face was warm and soft as he looked at Draco before he helped him get the horses ready.

"Where will we go?" Draco asked, a tremble I'm his voice.

"I know a place. Trust me, we'll be fine. They'll accept us there."

If there was anyone he trusted it was Harry. Harry with his soft heart and lips that tasted like honey. So Draco climbed onto his horse before they set off into the night. Into a new life. Together.

[rockingrobin69]

Uranus

1.2k of medieval AU for the last day of the series! All my thanks to @nv-md​​ for the incredible beta.

This was not how it was meant to go.

It was very simple, actually; he kills the dragon, saves the princess, lives happily ever after. Does some… knightly duties, who the hell knows. It was supposed to be simple. All the books made it out to be a piece of bloody cake. He just needed to be brave enough to go on the quest, pure of heart enough to pass the trials, strong enough to beat the beast, and then – well. Harry didn’t really know what you were meant to do with a princess. Be kind, maybe? The way he figured, he’d cross that bridge when he got there. But then he went on the fucking journey, and guess what. Nothing was as it was supposed to be.

For starters, the trials were a joke. An old lady in a ghost-town asked him to kill a snake which was, at best, the size of a large lizard. Harry took pity on it. Instead of ‘slaying’ the monster, he kept it in his satchel, named him Fredrick. Fed him dead mice he found on the Great Plains. Honestly, as if that was anywhere near what he’d expected.

For the second trial, he had to ‘fight’ this ‘demon’ in black robes. “The Demon knows all your greatest fears,” an ancient mage warned him. But Harry saw the shoes underneath the hem of his cloak, their soles covered in shit. And if there was anything Harry knew for certain, it was that he wasn’t scared of shit.

It continued like this for a while. There was a hole blown right through the ‘Terrifying Maze of Fate’. The glowing orb was supposed to ‘reveal his destiny’, but Harry sort of accidentally broke it, and he didn’t stick around to heed its warnings. There was a book, said to be written in blood, that contained the most horrific curses known to man. Harry just never opened it. Honestly, did they think he was that stupid?

Fredrick was good company, at least, walking through the desert. Through the jungle. Through the snow. It was there in the frozen ridge, finally, that his journey was to come to an end; from afar Harry could see the smoke, indicative of the beast. His dragon. His true test. It has finally arrived.

The mountains surrounding the castle were oddly shaped, and difficult to push through. Squeezing between their crevasses, Harry could have sworn he’d occasionally hear them snore. But at least this was hard; this bit finally fit the description. He was getting closer. Happily-ever-after was right around the corner. And so he made it, exhausted, to the foot of the castle, and climbed the foreboding stairs of the watch tower. A great perch hung inside, and on it lay…

Nothing? No. A bird. A teeny, tiny, snow-white, chirping bird. An owl? What in the name of god?

“Looking for something?” a voice startled him, and Harry turned around, sword drawn. It was a man – tall, slender, very pale, with a long braid of blond hair slung across one broad shoulder. He had the brightest pair of grey eyes Harry had ever seen. And Harry, who was usually quite brave, found himself unwittingly frightened.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I could be asking you the same question. You’re the one who just invaded my castle.”

“Your – “ Harry tried, lost. He’d heard of shape-shifting dragons before, sure, but… the man didn’t really seem like one. He was too dainty to be a dragon. Too – what’s the word – beautiful. “I came to free the princess,” Harry said at long last, because he truly didn’t know what else to do. The man emitted a loud sound which, shockingly enough, turned out to be laughter.

“Oh, Merlin, not another one of you knights? I thought that was all over and done with.”

Confusion flooded his cheeks with color. “Well, you were wrong. I am here to fight for the princess.”

“Goodness. Look, Sir -?”

“Harry.”

“Sir Harry, there’s been a mistake. There is no princess here.”

What was most terrifying was the glimmer in the grey eyes as the man looked at him. Terrifying, because it was very much not so. “I don’t understand. Has – has the dragon eaten her?”

“Eaten her? Gracious, no. I’d sent the dragon away… lord, ages ago. Ice giants are far more efficient guards, in any case. Not the brightest, but certainly less likely to set your bedding on fire. Although they do tend to be rather gassy.”

“Ice giants?” Harry’s head was spinning. “Wait a second. Guards? Are you – are you the one keeping the princess captive?”

The roll of his eyes was inexplicably sweet. “You’re a slow one, aren’t you? There is no princess here, Sir Harry. Or, should I say, if there was any princess here, it’d be me. Princess Draco, if you wish. And I have retired to this castle especially so I could avoid the likes of you. I have no desire to be rescued or fought for – in fact, I’m quite capable of fighting my own battles. The dragon is gone; if you wish to meet her, I could point you in the right direction. Now, if that’ll be all…”

Harry grabbed his wrist before he had the chance to leave. “Wait.”

The grey in his eyes became steel-hard. “Unhand me. Now.”

Harry obeyed, immediately, as though his touch was fire.

“I just… wait, all right?”

“No, not quite. I have had it up to here with you holier-than-thou, mighty knights who slay without reason or care, who choose brute force over mind, who have no regards for the life around them. Let me guess, it took you a second and a half to kill the poor snake, right? And then – what are you doing?”  

Harry took Fredrick out of his bag. “You mean this snake?”

“I…” he didn’t even know why he wanted Draco to stay. Only that there was something there, something… only that he wanted him to. Living the life he should have led was exhausting and usually dissatisfying. Princess Draco was – unexpected. Different.

“Look, I just want to talk to you. Can we do that?” he could see the doubt in Draco’s eyes. “Also, if you have any mice for Fredrick, he’d be much obliged.”

Draco just stared at him for a long moment. Then, in a grunt, “Oh, all right, I suppose you can come inside. But only for the snake. He will be fed, and then you will leave.” He led them down the stairs, and Harry was rather sure he heard him mutter, “even if you do have a rather fetching rear-end…”

Well. This was certainly not how it was supposed to go. It was as far from simple as possible, and to be perfectly frank, Harry had no idea how to feel right now. He just knew that whatever it was that did happen, he wasn’t disappointed. Harry followed him, curious, confused, free.

The last day of Reaching for the Stars was inspired by Uranus, an ice giant (also a gas giant, if you’d believe it) four times as wide as earth! Had to make an arse joke there, didn’t I? Thank you so much for reading, I had a blast doing this series! So sad that it has to be over... Or does it? 

Previous days:  Venus, Neptune, Mercury, Saturn, Jupiter, Mars 

[cluelesspigeons]

The prompt for this one was ‘metamorphosis from @drarrymicrofic

It’s a little something that’s been in my head for a while and I really wanted to turn it into something bigger. I might actually, when I’m done with my other WIP 😏

Drarry microfic: Metamorphosis

The water touched his bare toes. It was cold but oddly inviting. It had never been like that. Not until he had met him.

A pale blond head poked above the surface a little further in the water, bobbing on the rhythm of the waves.

He was waiting for him. It was time.

Harry took a step forward, the water now caressing his ankles. But he didn’t stop there. He kept walking. Farther and farther away from the rocky shore.

Draco met him when he was already shoulders deep in the cold, salty water. His pale arms wrapped around his waist to keep him steady. “You are ready?”

It were three short words. Draco had never spoken with too many words. His English wasn’t that good. They didn’t communicate like that down there.

Harry could only nod his head. He was ready. As ready as he would ever be.

It wasn’t like he had much to stay for anyway. He was an orphan without any friends. A child even the pirates, that visited the village frequently, weren’t interested in taking him with them on their adventures.

So what did he have to lose?

Before he knew it, Draco’s cool lips were on his and Harry felt completely lost. There was nothing else besides Draco.

He didn’t even notice how he was pulled underwater.

He didn’t notice how his lungs slowly filled with the freezing water.

He didn’t notice how his legs morphed into a long, dark tail - a fair contrast to Draco’s pale one.

It didn’t matter anyway. Harry finally felt like he belonged for the very first time in forever. And everything had changed by a simple Siren’s Kiss.

Prompt from 16th March 2021

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[gnarf]

Reveals happened 😍

Now I can officially scream about this!!!

Joy to this day I absolutely LOVE this artwork! Thank you for working with me! It's absolutely stunning and beautiful!

The Thief and the Throne (Fallen Kingdom) now out and officially added to my works 😍 thank you all for the nice words you had! I had a blast writing it!

art inspired by The Thief and the Throne (Fallen Kingdom) by anonymous for @hd-fan-fair

the MA of this very cool drarry fairy tale AU came to me and was like...would you draw this bloody dramatic scene? and i was like obviously. run to the story before reveals to see what happens to draco and to get all the easter eggs from this piece ✨

[sitp-recs]

2022 faves - art edition

This is what happens when a workaholic gets free time in her hands. Somehow “I haven’t read enough to make a list this year” became “let’s do four instead”. Clearly this got a bit out of control and it’s very incomplete with Erised still going on, but I want to give a shoutout to all these incredible artists for making my year a whole lot better and for spreading so much joy all around ✨

Drarry:

🎨 After Date + Asleep by @immortalacorn (E)

🎨 Auror husbands + HBD Draco + Merry Christmas by @bluebutter-art

🎨 Auror Partners + Gay Panic by @longdaytogo

🎨 Birdwatching for Beginners (MA)

🎨 Celestial Bodies by @sweet-s0rr0w

🎨 Close to Fine + paint me a wish on a velvet sky by @getawayfox

🎨 Dramatic + Reading by @to00fu

🎨 Every Feeling That I Get by @sugareey-makes-stuff

🎨 Lover’s Falls by @slytherco (E)

🎨 Fashion icons by @crapfaerie

🎨 Fool Me Twice by dustmouth

🎨 Immerse Your Soul in Love + Is tú mo Rogha by @maesterchill

🎨 In the Shape of Things to Come + Blood by @kryptidfox

🎨 Kiss This by @chuckalart (E)

🎨 Light in the Dark (MA)

🎨 Mermaid Drarry + Engagement by @trashcanprince

🎨 Merry Christmas by @emmesse-art

🎨 Merry Christmas (NYM Cover) by @gugugo

🎨 Monster by @pato-roldnart

🎨 Number Twelve + Wedding Day by @lilbeanz

🎨 Pirates!AU + Picnic Romance by @caroll-in

🎨 POC Drarry by @roughscribs

🎨 Potions Class by @beebox-illustrations

🎨 Rainy Tokyo + Kept in Cages by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

🎨 Routinely Yours (MA)

🎨 Scarf and Renaissance by @vantqe

🎨 Sleeping Drarry and A Melody of You & Me by @babooshkart

🎨 Snapshot of Moments (MA) E

🎨 Swimming in the Rain + Dead Ends by @melcarrianna

🎨 Tangled + Crystal Visions by @julcheninred

🎨 The sound of your heart (MA)

🎨 The Unspeakable by @peachbabypie

🎨 Us, In Lieu by @lyrablack1883

🎨 Warm Hands (MA)

🎨 Weasley Barn by @fictional

🎨 Whatever You Want by @snarkyships-drarryside

🎨 Worried + Kid Drarry by @reebeex

🎨 Yule Ball by @umboloae

Rarepairs:

🎨 Draco/Neville comic by @caroll-in

🎨 Ginsy and NSFW Dron by @bluebutter-art

🎨 Linny + Pavender Wedding by @babooshkart

🎨 Medieval Linny by @upthehillart

🎨 NSFW Jegulus by @carlav-blogs (E)

🎨 NSFW Wolfstar by acreatureofhabit (E)

🎨 Pansmione by @missmrah

🎨 Pirate!Ginsy by @getawayfox

🎨 Snarry + Harrymort by @mrviran (E)

🎨 Tiny Home - Dronarry by @slytherco (E)

Character study:

🎨 Body positivity + Trans Blaise by @lilbeanz

🎨 Cissa + Draco by @beebox-illustrations

🎨 Draco Hairstyle Meme by @slytherco

🎨 Marauders by @longdaytogo

🎨 Portraits + Harry & James by @bluebutter-art

🎨 Regency AU by @missmrah

🎨 Silver Trio + HBD Harry by @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

🎨 The Happy Ending by @umboloae

🎨 The Malfoys + Swordsman Draco by @emmesse-art

🎨 y2k Draco by @kryptidfox

Bonus:

💌 Origami Secret Santa by @crazybutgood

[snailsway101]

Drarry medieval AU, featuring silly Draco and powerful Harry

Part 2 (Previous: 1)

Malfoy faced Potter on a fine day, all sun and no gale, just the right amount of crisp in the air. The ladies at court streamed into the arena in droves, coloring the benches with red velvets and green silks. A few readied themselves to fall into dead swoon, only to be reprimanded by Lady Parkinson.

"How droll. Draco will win, of course. This country boy is no match for his prowess," she declared breezily, staring down her pug nose at the contestants.

But the intelligent Lady Granger murmured a quiet dissent. "I wouldn't be so sure."

That said, Malfoy did appear to have the advantage. Sitting tall and straight atop his expensive destrier, his hair a golden halo around his fair, ivory face, 15-year-old Draco Malfoy looked the very image of a regal aristocrat in the first blush of youth. He surveyed the field with a confident smirk, his stormy grey eyes lit with arrogance.

Potter, on the other hand, was more weatherbeaten, that could not be denied. Sir Lupin had found him in a border town, living among peasants. And yet, that somehow did not seem to detract from his charm. There was an enticing wildness about him hitherto unseen at court--from the tumbling mess of his black curls, to the laser focus of his gem-like eyes, to the coiled wiry, muscles beneath his second rate armor. Sitting atop a common stable horse, he was nonetheless regal in his own way, with the frenetic air of an untamed beast.

Standing to one side of Malfoy, Zabini asked, "You ready?"

"Am I ready? Pff." Draco sneered in the direction of Potter. "I'm sure he's never jousted before, just look at his hold on the lance. I'll destroy him."

Nott, on his other side, smiled enigmatically and said nothing.

The contestants put on their helmets and raised their lances, Zabini and Nott stepped away, the crowds began chanting Mal-foy Mal-foy. . . And they charged! Aha! Malfoy's destrier ran with power and speed; Malfoy himself held his lance with elegance and skill! Malfoy was the very spirit and vision of grace, he will kill Potter in a moment (Lady Lavender Brown fell into a dead swoon). And--

Oh goodness! But Draco Malfoy was knocked clean off his horse! Victory to Potter!

The arena experienced one second of hushed silence, then erupted into wild, defeaning cheers. Pot-ter! Pot-ter! (Lady Parkinson swooned.)

Draco sat on his bum, dazed and confused. What just happened? Could it be that . . . he had lost? To Potter? He removed his helmet slowly, eyes wide with disbelief.

His opponent trotted over just then and dismounted. Potter reached out a hand and said, "Didn't mean to knock you off. You're not badly hurt, are you?"

Draco stared at him a moment before harshly swatting the offensive hand away.

"I won't forget this, Potter! I won't!" he cried, hopping up with a grunt of pain. "Just you wait!" And with that, he stormed off in a huff to his group of friends and admirers (dramatic effect somewhat curtailed, though, by the way he hobbled).

Harry Potter remained in place, staring after Malfoy with cold green eyes and an air of bemused exasperation.

[jeanm3]

Drarry medieval AU with Knight Harry and Prince Draco!

Link to Picrew

[phoebe-delia]

I humbly ask of thee… what are your favourite PWP fics? List at least five.

I was going to go to bed, but then I got this ask and, well...I couldn't resist.

Anon, these are my favorite PWPs. I do hope you enjoy them.

Aftershocks by Lokifan

Draco's Desire by kitty_fic

On the Edge (With You) by CapricornBookworm

Teeter by @shiftylinguini (this is 10k but it's like 99% PWP lol)

Because You're in a Hotel by @gracerene09

"Preparation" and the sequel "Blush" by closet_bound (this is on LJ but TRUST ME it's worth it.)

"Slightly Silly Costume Porn" and the sequel "Bedfellow" by pingrid (again, on LJ, but it's Drarry medieval AU with Prince!Draco and Servant!Harry and both fics are SCORCHING)

Lucid by dracoladon

Sensitive, Desperate, Unrestrained by OTPShipper98

One of Those Nights by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (this is basically PWP but there's still good fluffy stuff!)

Language of Love by beren

In Deep by @lqtraintracks (I had trouble picking just one lqt fic, and this one has a bit more plot than some of the others? But it's mostly smut. And it's wonderful.)

Got You, Potter by lqt (okay yes this is a bonus lqt fic and it's not exactly PWP but it's still super hot and one of my faves so I’m including it)

Send me an ask about fanfic, Harry Potter, broadway/musicals, The West Wing, and/or Taylor Swift! Or just about life in general :).

Also, I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Pick a number 1--99 and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on it!

[desencante]

Hi! Two months in one – cause I was finishing a term and reading a lot of non-fanfiction works. However, I still had a great time reading these two months.

Please, don’t forget to leave a comment or kudos to the authors of these fics! And to check the tags and warnings of each fic.

Before the list, first I just found out about (and read) My Immortal by Tara Gilesbie! Oh my! I couldn't sit and read, I had to get up and walk around the house because I was very confused and couldn't stop laughing. The fic is very funny, deep and powerful in a way that is so bad that it's good. (If you google my immortal harry potter you'll find various links.)

Summary: My Immortal's "story" covers the seventh year of Ebony "Enoby" Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way at Hogwarts School in England, as well as the lives of her Goth friends, especially Draco Malfoy and Vampire Potter. There is a half-attempted love triangle between Enoby, Draco, and Vampire, because Draco and Vampire are both bisexual and apparently sex addicts. Others become temporarily involved in the saga of love and sex. In addition, Vlodemort wants Enoby to shoot Vampire. Why he didn't just have her curse Vampire, or do so himself, remains unknown. Eventually, Ebony embarks on a mission to stop Voldemort from becoming evil by traveling through time and seducing a teenage Voldemort.

Second, I re-read Dwelling by aideomai (Explicit, 83k) after I saw this fanart and turned out that I read more two fics by aideomai – favourited both;

Nice Things (Mature, 22k) | Hogwarts Eighth Year, Angst, Slow Burn, Touch-Starved, Weed

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Far From The Tree (Explicit, 112k) | Hogwarts Eighth Year, Angst, Time Travel, Light dom/sub, Swords

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

Aideomai’s writing in both was spectacular. In Nice Thing, we have an organic slow burn, the idea of a separate “house” to the eight year students was really cool, with the magic bedrooms. After Albus and Scorpius' Adventure Travelling Back in Time by MissyMallow (General Audiences, WIP) I'm into this trope – drarry's sons in time travel – so Far From The Tree was a joy, with the angst and the swords – and a surprising/wonderful ending!

Third, I was late for the Modern Love part three party. Modern Love has part three!!! Modern Love is a STUNNING fic and you need to read.

Modern Love by tackytiger/@tackytigerfic (Explicit, 3 works, 68k) | Post-War, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Draco in the Muggle World, Jealousy

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is.

And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t?

Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years.

And that’s what starts it all.

Fourth, two comic art fics:

How hard can it be? by herman_the_moth/@caroll-in (Mature) | Post-War, Humor, Established Relationship, Coitus Interruptus

Harry and Draco have to stay over at their friends' places for a few weeks, since the renovation of the Grimmauld Place hadn't been completed by the time they were back from their honeymoon. That creates a slight issue with being intimate but the newlyweds are nothing if not creative...

Possessive by slytherco/@slytherco (Explicit) | Medieval AU, Secret Relationship, Knight Harry, Prince Draco

It’s a rather difficult dilemma for a prince. Instinctively, Draco wants to flaunt what he treasures the most. What he actually does, however, is keep it close to his chest with possessive fury.

Now, the list;

Love Like Ghosts by Theartfulldodger/@graymatters (Mature, 2k) | Post-War, Angst, Fluff, Secret Relationship, Forbidden Love

Can Harry and Draco's relationship survive when the cruel and judgmental wizarding world discovers their secret?

War Games by calrissian18/@wellhalesbells (Explicit, 7k) | War Era, Angst, Dark-ish, Pinning, Kidnapping, Unrequited Love

She’d lowered her hand to pat his knee and said with heavy sympathy, “Oh Harry.”

Harry thinks that pretty much sums things up.

Our Little Life by tackytiger/@tackytigerfic (Mature, 7k) | Post-War, Fluff, Falling In Love, "Time Travel", Past Lives

Sometimes Harry dreams. Only they're not really dreams at all, and Malfoy is always in them.

It's time travel, but not as we know it, and Harry just needs a good night's sleep.

Reaching For the Ties That Bind by muggle95/@muggle-writes (General Audiences, 14k) | Post-War, Time Travel Fix-It

To the Master of Death, what is an impossible ritual but an opportunity?

Or: Harry and Draco go back in time, collect another Harry Potter, and have a busy summer.

Sleight of Hand by thestarryknight/@the-starryknight (Explicit, 15k) | Post-War, Mystery, Auror Harry, Hand & Finger Kink, Ring Kink, Veritaserum, Fanart

It’s another one of those horrid Ministry affairs, and the only interesting thing is twinkling from Draco Malfoy’s finger. Can you really blame Harry for being fascinated by the gorgeous emerald ring and those long, elegant hands, especially when he’s certain Malfoy is up to something?

The Years That Walk Between by Femme/@femmequixotic (Explicit, 15k) | Post-War, Angst, Grief/Mourning

Draco finds his way after the war.

[Past Draco Malfoy/Severus Snape]

The Lost Heart by noeon/@noeeon (Teen and Up, 5k) | Post-War, Angst, Grief/Mourning

Harry struggles to recover after Ginny’s death and find meaning in his life. He does not expect his friendship with Draco Malfoy to be quite so meaningful. Remix of Femme’s masterful The Years That Walk Between from Harry’s POV for HD Remix 2011.

it is a strange thing to nourish what could kill you (in the hopes it does not kill you) by dicta_contrion (Explicit, 18k) | Post-War, Mystery, Case Fic, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Auror Harry, Unspeakable Draco, Power Play, Ambiguity/Opens Ending

The DMLE thought sending Harry and Draco on a few dates would blow their biggest case wide open. They may be right about that – and completely unaware of what it could mean.

A Little Bird Told Me by Cibee/@cibeewastaken (Mature, 18k) | Post-War, Mystery, Case Fic, Auror Partners, Getting Together

Harry and his partner are called to investigate a murder that occurred at an exclusive getaway hosted by Muggle patrician Robert Morton in his own house. The surviving six people are now both witnesses and suspects. There is just one problem for Harry: Draco Malfoy is one of them.

In Every Universe by skeptique/@skeptiquewrites (Mature, 21k) | Post-War, Mystery, Slow Burn, Multiverse, Dimensional Travel

They sent Professor Harry Potter to search for Unspeakable Draco Malfoy. Draco has stolen a Firebird, an experimental magical device from the Department of Mysteries that lets you enter parallel universes as yourself. As Harry traverses from universe to universe, he begins to think Draco might be the one searching for him.

A story about whether knowing what's possible makes it possible.

The Last of What the World Left You by xanthippe74/@xanthippe74 (Teen and Up, 25k) | Post-War, Angst, Slow Burn, Pinning, Hurt/Comfort, Animagus Draco, Master of Death Harry, Powerful Harry, Only One Bed

If the wizarding world won’t give Draco a second chance, he has a plan to survive: live in his Animagus form, a carrion crow, in the Forbidden Forest. Not only does Harry Potter come along and ruin it, he’s radiating a strange aura of power. With nowhere to go and a Life-Debt to his mother that Potter insists on repaying, Draco puts himself into the hands of the reclusive Boy Who Lived. Will the bleak corner of Yorkshire where Potter makes his home be another dead end or an unexpected refuge?

Starkissed by Zigster/@zigster-ao3 (Explicit, 32k) | Post-War, Slow Burn, Tattooed Harry, Vacation, Italy, Harry is Obsessed with Draco, Fanart

“Your tattoos!” The intruder says, boldly stepping over Ron’s chaise and crossing in front of Hermione to get to Harry, eyes wide and hungry. Harry immediately sits up, pulling the towel draped across the back of his chair down over his shoulders.

“No! Don’t cover them. They’re beautiful.”

Harry hopes an indulgent trip abroad will help shake him out of the doldrums of his life. What he finds once he gets to Venice is more than he ever expected.

[snake-berry]

medieval drarry au - they're runaway princes of rival kingdoms who haven't yet realized the identity of the other (sounds like a recipe for disaster)

(harry potter fanart requests are currently open in my ask box!)

[hogwartsfirebolt]

I LOVE EVERY SINGLE LINE OF THIS OMGGGG

if any of you remember the fantasy au comic, where draco finds harry, that I did like centuries ago, well here’s that but they’re older now