#drarry tag game

[hannikin-grahamkin]

He's not my enemy. He is my homoerotic rival and if anybody but me ever tries to hurt him I will promptly kill them.

[kk1smet]

Potter? Potter! Bloody fuc—

WIP Snip!

Tagged by @kamaela and @edieblakewrites who shared scrumptious snips and I ask you to scream at me when you publish them thank you very much. Kamaela, I think it’s only fair to share something in the same line to your wip, no? 😌

Okay I wanted to tag various mutuals this time so I used a random number generator, picked its corresponding alphabet and the first name to appear from that. I'd love to see/read your wips (but no pressure!) @dewitty1 @kyuini @notti-bianche @xanthippe74 @faiell + ofc @soliblomst ♡

[kamaela]

how did my drarries spend the holidays? this is the cutest thing. thanks for the tag @garagepaperback. please please go read theirs because i am cradling each and every version of their drarry christmases in my hands. so gentle i swear :)

Got Me Started: harry buys draco a new bird mug for christmas. it reads "sucks cockatiel." draco yells at harry for being crass and uncouth because "It's Christmas; a time to treasure those we love. It is not a time for your low-brow, boorish attempt at humour." He storms out but later comes back and renders harry humourless, gives the mug a run for its money. harrys present from draco is also being put to good use, only the jewelled end is visible.

To Be Punished: harry makes gingerbread and cries.

The Love You Want: harry stole dracos portrait from the wall at the manor, put it up at grimmauld, the only frame there. he has kreacher set out a full christmas spread; honeyed ham, yorkshire puds, the old black candlesticks, red and gold embroidered napkins, christmas crackers. he sits at a table for one and thinks draco's portrait looks even better in the flicking candlelight.

Mirror, Me: draco shows harry all he's learned about muggle christmas. they go out (no cloak) and buy a skeletal, plastic christmas tree. harry sits in the armchair they thrifted a few weeks prior, watches draco put tinsel on the tree, wearing nothing but his pink, fluffy socks.

How Much: its christmas eve, harry arrives on draco's doorstep. draco's gaze travels hurridly over his frame, assessing, worried. But--no injuries, no blood, no nothing. harry's wearing a thick, woollen coat, a green herringbone scarf, a broad smile; bright even in the winter night, all teeth intact. he holds out his hand. "What are you doing?" "Taking you to get some hot chocolate." "But its after nine. And I've just had some." "You can never have too much."

okay tagging everyone thats already been tagged plus @letteredlettered @hephaestiions @vukovich @tripably @slyssnakes @smehur @phoenixortheflame @its-the-allure

[pl0tty]

✍️ wip snip 💭

i was tagged by @edieblakewrites and @soliblomst to share an excerpt from something i've been working on :') thank you for tagging me bbs!!! <3

this started out as an entry for a fest but is now just a regular ol' wip i sometimes fantasize about finishing heh.

junior auror potter gets saddled with draco malfoy's parole visit one sunny day and has to check out his potions laboratory while he's there:

There was a furious flush on Malfoy’s face. Harry was clutching his throbbing kneecap when Malfoy swiftly levitated the book into the air and, with a flick of his wand, produced several sheets of paper next to it. He flicked his wand again and the book shot across the room, slamming into an open cabinet, its wooden doors shutting and locking in its wake. The papers fell on top of Harry’s head, then scattered around the floor. “Oops. Sorry,” Malfoy said, sounding extremely unsorry. “Well, those are your copies of the ledger.” Harry glared at him. He pointed his wand at the papers, and they promptly gathered into his outstretched hand. “I wasn’t going to duplicate your weird porn sketches, Malfoy.” “They’re not—!” Malfoy looked pained now. “They’re scientific illustrations, Potter. It’s research. You wouldn’t understand, of course, anything more cerebral than Quidditch Through the Ages goes straight over your head—”  “What kind of scientific purpose requires you to analyse the anatomy of an arsehole?” Harry pressed, completely forgetting himself. It was like Hogwarts all over again, the scarlet colour of his robes at the edge of his vision barely tethering him to his painstakingly cultivated adult persona. “It’s not just the—! It’s also the surrounding…!” Malfoy paused, took a few sharp breaths while looking as if he’d really like to be stomping his foot. “It’s for my formula, alright! For my lubrication potion!” He did stomp his foot then. Harry frowned. “Your what?” “I don’t expect you to understand, of course. Hetero Hero of Our Hearts, Protector of the Straight and Narrow—” “What are you even—” “However,” Malfoy went on, looking bored all of a sudden, his annoyance devolving into his usual, devastating drawl. “Some of us are a little bent, Potter. Some of us are very bent, actually, and keen on exploring ways in which we can bring pleasure to our bodies beyond what we get from the very utilitarian Lubrico.” Harry felt the fight leak out of him. “You’re…bent?” “Yes,” Malfoy said, raising his chin. “Are you going to write that down in your little form?” Heat rushed to Harry’s face. “Er, no. That’s. Not necessary.” “Whatever,” Malfoy said. “You can. I don’t care. Write it all down, see if I stop you.” “Of course I’m not going to—” “Please,” pressed Malfoy, voice coming out kind of reedy now. “I can help. The parolee has been spending his time on house arrest renovating his mansion and perfecting his formula for homemade lube. How’s that sound?”

tagging @appleslightning @fluxweeed @itsphantasmagoria @fastbrother @fanarthasmyheart if u wanna share ur lovely sketches/words 💕

[faiell]

last line game!! where you post the last line you wrote. and i'm excited to actually join in bc i've actually been writing! GASP...

thank you @kamaela for the tag!! check out these intense bill/harry/draco lines she shared.

i will also be cheating a little and doing a bit more than a line, just bc i like how it turned out. this is from a hanahaki thing that's been bouncing inside my skull for a few months now

The tips of Draco’s fingers stained darker and darker, until it looked like he was wearing butcher’s gloves. Harry imagined that it wasn’t anything as lovely as a flower being handled with those hands, and in the murky gloom, the shape of it could be anything. Entrails, shredded lungs. The dangling roots became Draco’s veins, plucked out and snapped.

tagging anyone who sees (for real pls just do it and tag me) plus @smehur @phoenixortheflame @edieblakee @pl0tty @magpiefngrl @wholahoop @its-the-allure @popqorn @maesterchill @eleadore

[hephaestiions]

drarry holidays! thank you, @kamaela, for the tag (and all the sexy-gorgeous-brilliant tidbits in yours). this had me writing entire scenes, so in the interest of space and time, i picked two fics i've been wanting to explore more lately:

dinner & diatribes:

Harry works Christmas, makes it home for dinner, not alone. A man— boy, really, can’t have graduated Hogwarts more than two years ago— trails him, star-struck, discomfited, scratching the back of his neck. 

“This,” Harry says, toeing off his boots, hang-dog, awkwardly guilty, “is Auror Bentley. My protective detail.” 

Draco lets his eyebrows rise.

“Slew of death threats, Howlered directly to my office, passed the Ministry wards,” Harry’s weary. “I know dinner was supposed to be just us, I'm sorry. But I couldn’t just leave him out in the cold.” 

“I could go outside,” Bentley says, earnest, like nothing's ever called to him more than the thick snow in their front yard. “I really could, Auror Potter insisted—"

“Nonsense,” Draco cuts in, smooth, secure. “There’s enough dinner for all of Hufflepuff, I'd wager Molly sent her entire kitchen earlier. Stay, please, it's really the least.” 

“Thank you,” Harry whispers into his neck enroute the table, close-clasped, sighing. “It’s been a fucking day.” 

Draco squeezes him close, closer— death threats, death threats, it’s the job, always the damn job— until a crash issues from the kitchen, and Bentley, gone up ahead, emerges, harried, fervently apologising before rushing back in, probably to fix the damage. 

“Protective detail,” Draco mutters and Harry grins. 

“He’s better with a wand,” he says, pulling away, upright. “And those threats are probably meaningless, some freak on too many potions.” Quiet, serious, “And if they’re not— I sleep next to you. Only Robards wouldn’t listen when I said that—" goes gruff, mocking, “—he’s a civilian, Potter.” 

Draco thinks of the candles he waited to light, the cushioning charms on the table, of the feast he intended to make of Harry on it. No matter. They have a bed, and a door that locks, and he’s handy with a soundproofing spell. 

“It’s really quite alright,” he says. The strict line of tension between Harry’s brows, in his shoulders, his gait, eases up, falls in. “I’d rather you bring home strays than not come home at all. Now, please—" he waves towards the kitchen, warm, lit, safe, always safe, “—dinner. Before he stumbles into Mother’s china.”

& it's you:

Their first Christmas on the run, Draco’s vacant, dimmed, easily startled. Dark descends sudden and early on the Scottish village they’ve holed up in for the week. Their blinds are drawn, but the village carollers harmonising Silent Night— so tender and mild— sifts through the cracks, clings to the cracks in the walls. 

Harry can’t remember last Christmas. Chasing the scent of an underground uprising across Europe alone, time segmented as the space between information. Any other day— Christ, the saviour, is born— could have been solstice, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, he didn’t have use for it. Now, though. 

“Leave,” he tells Draco, who looks irritatingly resigned at that. “Not like that, obviously, Merlin. Just— take a fucking walk. Come back when you’ve stopped pouting.” 

It’s a testament to— well, something— that Draco has no quip, no rejoinder, no fuel to throw in the fire. He wraps a scarf around his neck— Harry’s— casts a Glamour and leaves. 

He returns two hours later, still heavy, and stops short halfway over the threshold. 

“Close the damn door,” Harry says, and Draco walks in, slow, silent, door snicking quietly shut behind. He reaches for a floating paper angel— Harry winces, up close, they’re disfigured, his magic isn’t meant for finicky charmwork— butterfly-soft, holds, releases. The shimmering yellow lights spelled to the walls soften his platinum fall of hair, flint-grey eyes, his stupid, sharp nose. Under Harry’s transfigured lights, Draco looks delicate, almost. He’s not. He’s hardy, hardening further every day on this interminable chase, but for a night—

“Oh, Potter,” Draco’s still fixed on the fluttering angels, “you made a scene.” 

They fuck, filthy, under the lights and the angels, Harry pushing into Draco with the weight of his entire body, his ugly wanting wolf, its bursting, rotten heart. They fuck until the whole of Draco is so wet with come and spit and lube that Harry can barely get a grip on him. The carollers are long gone, but the carol sticks, drips from the rafters down, down, onto their bed— son of god, love’s pure light— and Harry collapses beside Draco and kisses him and kisses him and kisses him until neither of them can breathe. 

would v much love @lqtraintracks, @skeptiquewrites, @toomuchplor & @sleepstxtic's takes on how your drarries celebrate the holidays (or don't) if you'd like to offer!

[lemonlimelea]

Drarry at Christmas 🎄❄️

thanks to @thehoneybeet and @hollyhawthorn for tagging me in this wonderful thread, to share how the Dracos and Harrys from some of my fics are spending the festive season! Honey’s are here, and Frankie’s are here. Mine are as follows!

❄️My tidings aren’t glad, they’re ghastly - Draco and Harry’s venture to make the perfect Christmas/Midwinter cards for their family and friends takes up far too much time in the run up to the season, and by the time the day arrives they’re both a little frazzled. They probably fall asleep early, in front of the fire. Harry buys Draco fancy oil paints. Ursa eats so much food.

❄️SUN-EATER!! - I think they’d spend Christmas gearing up for a big Boxing Day match with the Quidditch team. They’re both intense about their jobs, but they make the time to do the sit down meal, even though it’s at an odd hour.

❄️Chromatic Aberration - Their first Christmas after Hogwarts! It’s at the Burrow, and a little overwhelming for them both. They sneak out to the orchard for respites throughout the day, Draco reading a new book, Harry stretching out in his Animagus form.

❄️Blade of Sun - No Christmas in this high fantasy AU, but for their winter holiday Harry sneaks out from the castle to join Draco at the Manor. It’s a freezing day heavy with mist and snow, and they spend it entirely in bed, luxuriating in having a whole day together.

no pressure, tagging @stationintern @tackytigerfic @sorrybutblog @hoko-onchi-writes @squintclover @oknowkiss and anyone else who sees this and wants to join in!

[oknowkiss]

first sentence patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! thank you for the tag, @wolfpants !! what i've learned from this is that i love to drop the reader into the middle of conversations and/or a moment of contemplation.

à bon chat || drarry || 35K || E

The thing about almost getting caught is, when done correctly, it’s invigorating. A rush of blood to the head, chaos unspooling around the eye of a storm.

jerk/off || drarry || 7K || E

Harry doesn’t remember how it happened, when he wakes up in Malfoy’s room.

the waiting || drarry || 43.5K || E

1 JUNE, 2015. 8:45 AM BRITISH SUMMER TIME Harry grips his mug of tea and doesn’t notice when the heat sears into his fingertips.

proven lands || drarry || 3K || E

“You’re late,” Draco calls down the long entrance hall. Harry squints, darkness sharp after weeks in the blinding winter sun.

the sun, shining above you || dronarry, dron, drarry || 14.5K || E

“Draco?” Harry says, in that way he does now – quiet and fond and a little unsure.

draco malfoy's substitute murder service || drarry, harry/charlie || 10.5K || E

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

historians || drarry || 30K || E

“Now, don’t get upset, Harry,” Hermione said, looking at him in a way that was deeply upsetting.

100 beats per minute || drarry || 14K || E

Draco checked his watch. Again.

the long ways || drarry || 10K || M

The first time Harry sees Draco after the war they’re still at Hogwarts and he thinks, At least I’ll never have to see you again.

the july tree || drarry || 51K || E

Unlike Hermione and Ron, when Harry decided to return to Hogwarts for Eighth Year, it was less a decision and more of a compulsion. 

tagging in @citrusses @skeptiquewrites @sweet-s0rr0w @tackytigerfic @sorrybutblog @dodgerkedavra @geesenoises @basicallyahedgehog @thecouchsofa @nv-md @vukovich @mintawasalreadytaken @phoebe-delia @oflights and anyone else who would like to play, consider this an open tag!

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

@thehoneybeet tagged me to say what my various drarries do to celebrate Christmas/the holidays (tysm I rlly wanted to be tagged 🥹). Read their version here.

Queen of the Weeds - Harry loves to cook and bake and he’s trying to teach Draco to cook, so he probably comes up with some kind of cooking challenge where they have to make something different every day in December. Draco hears a snippet of the Nutcracker over the tannoy in some shop or other, and he is immediately Enchanted. Harry finds a local performance of the ballet to take him to and gives him a recording of the music for Christmas. And obviously they’re furiously recording mixtapes.

If the Fates Allow - I see them hosting! Harry sews them both a new outfit for the occasion, and they invite everyone they can think of. It’s So Loud even before Teddy starts pulling crackers with Victoire. Everybody gets tipsy and they sing wizarding carols together ans half the guests stay over because they’re having such a good time that they stay too late to travel home that night.

A Forgivable Fascination - Way too busy with their research (inventing new forms of magic and doing weird sex about it) to host. They go to Ron and Hermione’s Christmas party and 🫣 they leave early. They have a codeword between them that means they’re leaving to bone, and it’s transparently obvious to all their friends that they’re doing so.

Imperio - They go on like a skiing vacation and have boozy hot chocolate and noisy sex in some chalet.

The Tune Without the Words - If they haven’t gotten back together yet, Harry keeps startling and changing into a dove when Draco accidentally on purpose keeps coming to the same Christmas parties as him.

A Bottomless Well - They’re like stupid ridiculous rich because of Draco’s invention, so they give annoyingly extravagant presents to their friends’ kids AND they get the kids all overexcited by romping with them too hard.

A Gift of True Esteem - Since they’re both Hogwarts professors, they have 2 weeks off, so for the first week, they usually go stay at the Palace of Beauxbatons and go to Madame Maxime’s Christmas party and get drunk with Hagrid and dance like fools. For the second week, they hole up back at Hogwarts for the coziest activities they can think of and probably invite Ash Greengrass to visit (and he’s soooooo smug about them getting married too). Harry also really likes ghost stories for Christmas, so he combs the library for them, and they take turns reading them aloud for each other. At some point, they visit Ron and Hermione, because Harry is doing his best not to be a stranger. They give lavish gifts to Rosie, Hugo, and young Miss Fredericka Faline Weasley.

The Joy of Bleeding - Draco feels Some Type of Way about the holidays after losing his mom. They go to the Burrow and they spend time with Andromeda and Teddy. It’s hard for them, both being orphans. They keep things low key and try to be gentle with themselves and each other.

Homing - Draco’s family doesn’t speak to him anymore, so Harry likes to do the traditions Draco misses from his childhood. They go ice skating on Christmas morning. They sing the songs Draco remembers from his childhood. Harry bravely attempts peacock pie one year. They do have a new tradition of spending Christmas Eve at Fetê.

Names For a House - They like to make a big fuss over Theodore when he comes home from Hogwarts. They plan lots of activities to do together, and they try to make sure that Theo sees lots of Victoire, since she’s at Beauxbatons and they don’t get to spend much time together during the school year. Sometimes the full moon is close to Christmas, and Draco and Theo have to take it easy. Usually when that happens, everyone gets into the same bed (including Shadowfax) and they watch movies together all day. Often a Star Wars marathon bc they all love the original trilogy.

Propinquity - They always have a big party at the Grotto! Pansy sort of took over the planning while they were in Paris, so they barely even have to lift a finger anymore. Their house is simply filled with people. All they have to do is hide the honeymoon box and make sure nobody else makes the same mistake Harry made. Sometimes Draco will play the piano (mostly Britney Spears tbh).

Moonrise - After they leave Grimmauld Place, they don’t host so much because the cottage is too small for any group much larger than the classic gang. But they’ll get everyone to come down to the Three Broomsticks, and there’s always some lovely live entertainment around the holidays. Draco exchanges Christmas cards with his friends from the Citizens Committee for the Ethical Treatment of Lycanthropes. They usually wind up at the Burrow for the day of. Harry helps Molly cook the meal, and Draco sneaks off the get high with Ginny and Fleur. Toad gets underfoot and helpfully licks up any scraps that fall on the floor. If it’s not too cold for the little ones, they go caroling in the village.

ahhhh that was fun! Genuinely do not remember who has already gone and who hasn’t. I’ll tag @drarry (it’ll be Yule tho, right?) and @saintgarbanzo and @skeptiquewrites and @moonmanatee and whoever else wants to play!!

[smehur]

A Very Drarry Christmas

or what are my various drarries doing for the holidays?

many thanks to @kamaela and @hollyhawthorn for tagging me in this delightful game! 🎄🎄🎄

Spring Forward, Fall Back (the series that starts with A Ferret’s Sensibility): As the Yule Ball draws to an end, and Ron runs out after Hermione, an origami crane hits the right lens of Harry’s glasses, skewing them. Its beak would’ve gone right into his eye. He doesn’t need to unwrap it to guess who it’s from. Malfoy waits in a deserted classroom with a flask of pilfered firewhiskey. “Scared, Potter?” he taunts, puffing smoke out the perfect, wet circle of his mouth. “Piss off, Malfoy,” says Harry, snatches the flask and takes a swig. He chokes on it. Malfoy laughs, nicely, loose and loud from the booze, and after a moment, Harry smiles too. They’re fourteen. They’ll be over twenty the next time they know true peace for Christmas.

More than I can say: Draco can’t stand the echoing emptiness of the common room, not even with the promises the crackling hearth whispers to his freezing feet. He retires to the dorm and crawls under the covers. So what if it’s noon? No one will know anyway. It’s half past three when the knocking wakes him. He blinks and rubs his eyes, but it’s not an apparition. “What are you doing here, Potter?” Potter’s unlacing his shoes. “Aren’t you supposed to be with the Weasleys?” Potter’s taking off his glasses so he can pull his jumper over his head. “Potter!” Draco demands. Then, “Harry,” softer. “Tell me you didn’t come back to keep me company. I was perfectly fine on—” Down to his vest, pants and socks, Potter worms into Draco’s bed, into his arms, with icicles for nose and knees and fingers. “Less talking, more snogging," he says. Hopelessly, helplessly in love, Draco gives him what he wants. Everything he could ever want.

The mature future of Bruised: The last of the guests have gone through the Floo. Harry sweeps the room with tired eyes: the abundance of plates and cutlery and leftovers, cans and bottles and gift-wrappings, the cooling smoke from cigars and firewhiskey. “Tomorrow,” Draco declares with a royal wave of the hand, putting a swift end to the discussion before it has a chance to start. Harry releases the breath he was holding. They meet in the center of the room, where there had been dancing. “Besides,” Draco murmurs as they start to sway to the music of blissful silence, “whatever energy you’ve got left, you’ll need it for this.” And he pulls his shirttails from under his belt to reveal a glimpse of fine, sap green lace running up his iliac crest. In minutes, it is wet with kisses.

no-pressure-tagging @soliblomst @eleadore @sweet-s0rr0w @yiiiiiiiikes25 @lqtraintracks @letteredlettered

[thusspoketrish]

My Year of Drarry in Review!

Thank you to the lovely @its-the-allure for the tag! You're a gift to fandom, and we're so lucky to have your wonderful work as part of the community! Thank you for sharing it with all of us! 💖

2024 was busy, busy, busy, but I somehow was able to write over 270K words of fic??? Wow! Literally could not have done so without the love, care, and support from @youknowyoudid and @dewitty1! ILY both!!!! Anyone is free to participate in this, and please tag me so I can see, heehee!

A Ferret, a ScarHead, a Weasel, and a Baby, 91.6K

Summary: They say becoming a parent is an unparalleled, priceless joy. Draco Malfoy finds himself putting that theory to the test when the star witness in his dangerous illegal potions case entrusts him with a powerful wish: protect her newborn baby at all costs. Now, it's up to Draco to fulfill that wish despite the looming threat of criminals hunting for the child. To think, just the day before, he was fretting over his inappropriate feelings for his annoying, bespectacled git of a housemate—not the mechanics of changing nappies!

Thank Merlin it takes a village to raise a sack of flour...child.

Long for Bliss! 9,390

Summary: Harry has a tough decision to make: take the blue pill or the red pill. He chooses a pink one instead and throws caution to the wind. What blows back comes in the form of a blond fallen angel who talks like he’s a devil and moves like one too.

Or: Harry tries MDMA for the first time and unexpectedly encounters a mysteriously captivating Draco at KOKO London.

“Dragon caught your tongue?” Malfoy asks around his candy.

Harry’s voice is an awed whisper as he feasts upon the strangely delicate, alien splendour of Malfoy. “Yes, you have.”

The Art of Getting By, 149K

Summary: This is a story about enduring love.

Harry's and Draco's paths collide postwar, and fate once again proves how beautiful and cruel it can be.

Netflix and Chills, 20K

Summary: When Draco innocently asks what "Netflix and Chill" means, Harry simply can't pass up the opportunity to impart some knowledge while demonstrating a masterclass in the art of seduction. Now, if only those plans weren't constantly interrupted by trick-or-treaters—some of them far more trick than treat.

I also did some art!

AND HERE'S SOMETHING TO LOOK FORWARD TO, COMING SOON!

[tenthousandyearsx]

Thanks so much for tagging me @wolfpants, I loved reading yours! I've pretty much only published lots of PWPs so far, and while I loved writing every single fic I've posted, self-recs always feel a bit weird. x_x Anyway, I'll give it a go!

Rules: Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

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Passably Wrecked (Drarry, E, 4.6k)

“Potter,” Malfoy says, sitting down next to him at breakfast. “I think we should have sex.”

Starting with this one because it's fairly recent and I don't think I've shared it here! Malfoy expresses scepticism about Harry's sexual prowess. Harry is having none of it.

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Keep your hands on me (Drarry, E, 21k)

Malfoy binds himself with a sex curse. Harry cannot get enough (but would much prefer to keep Malfoy for himself).

Still the filthiest thing I've written imo – it's 21k of smut and I didn't self-censor at all, but I ~think~ I consider it porn with character development rather than pwp. I wrote the whole thing in a daze, which is my favourite way to write when the muses allow – and to my absolute astonishment (I was sure it was going to get hate), it tends to get my favourite comments too. ​‎‎ㅤ

Just a trial run (Drarry, E, 9k)

Potter in his living room was a novelty and Draco could not take his eyes off him. He fixed both of them a drink, handed Potter his Firewhisky, then sat on the sofa. “From Saviour to Auror to whore,” he said. Potter choked on his drink. “Tell me, Potter, how does that happen?” In which Harry wants to get into sex work and Draco would prefer to keep him for himself.

I'm very fond of this fic and this Draco. I wrote it while I was working on KYHOM because I wanted to try a somewhat similar premise with the opposite dynamic, with top Draco and a more submissive Harry. It has both a paid sex kink and alcohol kink, which I have no idea where they came from, and while I've been postponing doing some proper edits on the second chapter, I absolutely loved writing it. ​‎‎ㅤ

Trouble with your tie, Potter? (Drarry, E, 6.7k)

The last thing Harry expects when Slughorn partners him up with Zabini is Malfoy shooting them furious looks throughout the whole class and then unceremoniously snogging Harry in the corridor.

My Erised fic from last year! I was actually working on something else entirely, a much longer fic that fizzled and died on me halfway through. I have a self-imposed rule that the energy of a story has to be right and has to be such that the story drives itself – and, specifically for fic, that if I don't enjoy writing it, there's no point in doing it. So when writing a fic becomes a slog, I just go back and delete mercilessly. It still didn't help in this case though x_x, so I started writing "Trouble with your tie" instead, which was an absolute joy to work on and I'm so happy I did. There are some parts I still think I'll probably rewrite at some point, but I really loved writing H and D's dynamic here. Even though I don't agonise over my prose when I write fic, I am super careful about the energy I'm putting out and especially the feeling I'm leaving the reader with at the end, so I'm really happy they hit the mark in this case. ​‎‎ㅤ

Not very gallant (initial Dronarry but endgame Dron, E, 3.3k)

“He likes it when I hurt him,” Harry tells Ron with a smirk. “And then you come in and soothe him.”

I wanted to include a non-drarry fic so here's a very recent one! I think I probably could have done more with it, but I loved writing Ron in this. Please mind the tags!!! Everything is super undernegotiated!!! It's endgame Dron, but Harry is perfectly fine with it. I should also probably mention that Harry is a bit of an asshole in this fic compared to the way I usually write him, but because I usually write Drarry and wanted this to be endgame Dron, I had to find a way for the dynamic to be in character, hot, and sexually charged, but not in a way that made me ship drarry too much. I'm also usually not good with threesomes or poly relationships because I always feel like someone is left out x_x, so I tried to put my own spin on it. This is what worked for me and I loved writing it! Do not expect considerate behaviour for like... most of it though.

Tagging @crazybutgood , @magpiefngrl , @orange-peony , @lumosatnight and anyone who'd like to join!

[dodgerkedavra]

DRARRIES: NYE

Got tagged by @vukovich so I will take this just as seriously as the Christmas one!

Starlight in the Void: They miss the moment of the New Year because they're staring into each other's eyes and gently kissing

Burn Like Fire: They miss the moment of the New Year because they're vigorously shagging

Each According To Its Kind: Draco has his eyes squeezed shut at the moment of the New Year and is repeating no animals no animals no animals while Harry tries to kiss him and eventually succeeds

En Passant: Draco loudly proclaims "This year I resolve to see zero chess pieces as I am no longer haunted by that cursed game!" while Harry tries to hide the chess set he got Draco as a gift behind his back

Perpetual Motion, Perpetual Sound: Harry has sweated through his clothes dancing; Draco finds this maddeningly hot

I am tagging @its-the-allure and @itsphantasmagoria!

[galaxostars]

last line game

thank you for the tag @the-invisibility-bloke and @wolfpants !! so excited to read what you’re both cooking <3

have been the busiest bee lately but I’ve just started writing out (like 500 words lol) my fic for dronarry fest, so here is the infamous last line I wrote :

“My dick won’t rest as long as it remains in ignorance, Potter. I need answers.”

tagging @microdamage @arviyya @shoopsthereitis @starsworth @bluedahlia912 @lilacfiresoul @wolfpadx if you want to share!

[soliblomst]

A Very Drarry Christmas

or what are my various drarries doing for the holidays?

Thank you @smehur for the tag 🎄🎄 - The Boy from the Piano Shop "Thundering heartbeats. The creaking of the piano chair, the friction of fabric, a breath, and a kiss. Quick, sudden, almost stolen like a thief—a bad thief, for he had left evidence on Harry's lips that would last forever. Harry wished Malfoy had asked before kissing him, but he was so glad he hadn't. It sent fire through his bones and brought every part of his wounded soul to life—perhaps too much so, because, for a second, he thought his heart would explode. It was like a concentration of all sorts of emotions at once: fear, guilt, and shame, but also excitement and a singular sense of sadness drowned in extreme joy. That strange feeling of thinking it was wrong but not regretting it.

"I'm sorry," Malfoy stammered.

"Don't."

That was all that came out of Harry's mouth. They sat there for a moment, barely breathing.

"Um, maybe I should go," Harry eventually faltered.

He staggered to his feet, a sort of numbness spreading through his limbs as he moved towards the front door. At the doorstep, Harry stopped and turned, Malfoy following a few steps behind him.

"Happy Christmas, Draco."

Silence.

"Merry Christmas, Harry.” - When We Were Angels: After the age of five, the guardians no longer gave presents for Christmas or birthdays but encouraged the children to handcraft something special for one another. This could be a drawing, a poem, a painting done in class, or any other creative gift. Unsurprisingly, Draco never received anything from the other children, nor did he bother to make any gifts himself. Then, over the years, he developed the habit of drawing something for Harry and would beg Harry not to reciprocate. Instead, Harry opted to give him a compliment. Over time, as they learned to write, Harry replaced these compliments with little poems clumsily written on scraps of paper. His poems were objectively bad, sometimes even illegible due to Harry’s terrible handwriting and spelling mistakes. And, although they made him laugh a lot, Draco kept them all in the drawer of his bedside table, like treasures he would hold dear forever. - Je te reverrai: The air around him harbours a smell of skin, his skin. Honey and cinnamon and lust, and Harry says softly, “Embrasse moi.” 

It doesn’t take much French to understand what Harry has just said. Yet Draco wants to hear him say it again. So he asks, “What?”

“Embrasse-moi,” Harry repeats, leaning closer until their breaths mingle.

“Say it again?”

Harry’s grin against his lips sends an overwhelming rush of excitement from his throat down to his fully erect cock. Draco opens his mouth, sticking out his tongue and inviting himself into his delicious smile. For the first time, he leads the dance. His fingers nestle around Harry’s neck, tickled by unruly curls, and Harry responds with a similar enthusiasm. They kiss, moan, and devour each other’s faces as their hands travel up and down their slowly warming skin. Holding the back of Draco’s head with one hand, the other too busy cupping his buttocks, Harry leads him to the bed and gently pushes him so that he’s perched on the edge of the mattress, his cold arse meeting the delicate silk of the sheets. Arms outstretched to support his weight, Draco finally takes the time to study the body looming over him. He admires every line, every ripple of muscle and flesh, and Harry waits motionless, panting and staring at the naked young man sitting on his bed. The tidal wave of concupiscence within Draco grows stronger, faster, to the point where it becomes almost painful.  I tag @pl0tty @thecouchsofa @tripably 💕 No pressure!

[hd-wireless]

Guessing Game reminder!

Thanks to everyone who's taken part in the HD Wireless Guessing Game so far!

Reminder that the game closes on Saturday 10th August at midnight UTC/GMT +1, so there's still plenty of time to catch up and have your guess!

Guessing game link

See if you can correctly guess who created what. But don’t panic, even wrong guesses get a point! (Though guessing the right creator will gain you more points obviously) Leaving a field blank is zero points, so you might as well have a guess at all of them!!!

The form contains links to each work to refresh your memory or to check out the ones you’ve missed. The link to the full collection is here if you need it.

On Sunday 11th Aug we'll reveal who the winners and runners up are, and also let you know which works were the hardest to guess and which the easiest!

Good luck in your search for clues!! 🕵️🔎