#established drarry

[iamnmbr3]

consider established drarry just casually using each other's wands all the time because they are so magically compatible and trust each other so absolutely that they can use each other's wands nearly as well as their own so if it's for something minor they'll both just grab whatever wand happens to be nearest at hand

and like. technically it's not pda. but there's something so intimate in the way they are so intertwined even in this that people around always feel as though they're witnessing something private.

[starzionn]

thoughts running wild with sweet fluffy established drarry. the Voices wont stop

[lupinblacktheone]

The world through his lenses

Sirius decides to give Harry another Christmas gift: a history of James’ past. As told through Regulus’ eyes.

Dinner was at its end, with gifts exchanged and plates being washed. Harry was ready to go to bed and try to forget the latest horrors of his life when he felt his godfather’s hand on the top of his head.

            “Come with us.”

            Behind him, there was Remus Lupin, of course. They led him to a clean, unused room.

            “This used to be my brother’s”, Sirius explained as Remus opened the wardrobe to pick up a wooden box. “He was Orion and Walburga’s pride and joy until they found out what he had been doing.”

            “Cut off the suspense”, Remus said, handing him the box. “You are killing the boy.”

            “Oh, shut up, you”, Sirius rolled his eyes. “This was him at his fifth year, I guess”, he passed the photo to Harry.

            In his youth, Regulus Arcturus was a thinner and slightly taller version of his older brother. It was very easy to say where the genes had come from.

            “He was a very reserved creature, but someone managed to break through that.”

            “Who?”

            “Your dad”, he said with an affectionate, nostalgic smile. “He thought it would be easy, after all, he was already friends with me.”

            “Oh, how wrong he was”, Remus sat on the bed by Sirius’ side.

            “Regulus and I were not on speaking terms at the time, so I cannot give you all the details, but what James told me was that he laid eyes on Regulus one night and it was as if the centre of the Earth had changed. He decided to make a move that very night.”

            “Ugh, that was so stupid”, Remus complained.

            “What did he do? Lit the main hall up with fireworks?

            “Nah, he considered it too pranky, so he followed Regulus into the dungeons after dinner and asked if they could meet by the Lake the following night.”

            “Let me guess: he didn’t show up.”

            “On the contrary. He did.”, Sirius shook his head, staring at the floorboard. “With Rosier and Crouch by his side.”

            Harry stared at Remus, who was ready to pick up the story from there.

            “And they asked where we were”, he pointed at himself and Sirius. “You see, Harry, they thought James wanted a duel.”

            “How did he get out of there?”

            “Well, because they wouldn’t agree that was just a misunderstanding and leaving would be admitting defeat, all of them were ready to wait for someone who would fight by James’ side to pass by.”

            “That was it? They waited?”

            “These people were all about rules. Even the ones about duels. That level of decency probably saved James’ arse that night”, Sirius spoke again. “Unfortunately for them, Minnie found them before we did. She gave them detention and took 15 points from each House. When they were cleaning old trophies, all they could do was to chat.”

            “That was James’ chance. He had to explain to Regulus that what he actually wanted was a date.”

            “And he also had to convince Regulus he was being serious. The hardest part of it all”, they laughed. “He was lucky my brother was feeling mischievous. I had just been disowned and he thought he could get away with anything, so he agreed to go on a public date. He also knew he had some time before school gossip reached his parents’ ears, so he went crazy on future dates, calling James the love of his life and even accepting some PDAs.”

            “That sounds mean”, Harry mentioned, frowning.

            “A little, but James was glad to participate in their disgrace. And deep down, he expected Regulus to run away as soon as he received a letter from home, so why not have fun while he could?”, Sirius scoffed. “That was until Walburga threatened James’ parents.”

            “What did she say?”

            “She would have them killed if he didn’t stop seeing James.”

            “And what did he do?”

            “He broke up with James”, Sirius sighed again. “It destroyed both of them. And we only heard of Regulus again on your parents’ wedding, because he sent a gift with a note. It said:”, he snatched some notes off his pocket. “I want you to be as safe and happy as one can be in this day and age. I swear I will try to buy you as much time as I can. In the meantime, please take care of my heart. It will be in your pocket from now on.”

            “Why are you telling me this?”, Harry stared at his godfather, his expression between confused and angry.

            “Because if I don’t, no one else will”, he answered, simply. “This is a side of your father he didn’t show to the rest of the Order.”

            “And how do you know all this?”

            “I read Regulus’ journal, obviously”, the man laughed, holding the snatched notes. “I gave it to Dumbledore and Moody, maybe there is something useful about Voldemort’s recruiting tactics there, but I decided that my brother’s relationships were off-limits, so I kept those”, he fanned himself with the papers. “Nevertheless, I want you to have the pictures and the drawings”, he gave Harry an envelope sealed with tape. The backside read: J.F.P & R.A.B. – 1975. “Now, Harry, the only bad thing James did to my brother was making him insufferably sappy, so for the sake of your old godfather, please open that when you are back at your dorm, will you?”

            ***

            It turned out Regulus Black loved drawing James Potter, especially during Quidditch practice — Harry noted that as time passed, he fell more and more in love with his muse. As an even more carefree young lad, James would smile all the time, as if he knew he was being watched by an artist.

            Regulus played a bit with photography too, registering snippets of their time together. Amongst the images, there was what Harry was both more curious about and feared the most: an unsent letter. The page had various creases and old damp marks.

            My dear James,

            I want to thank you for the time we shared. I also have to say that I hope you move on. I heard you are getting closer to Lily Evans. I reckon she’ll be good to you. And she will also be able to give you what I couldn’t. A safe life under the Order’s good graces, for starters.

            I was being honest that night: I will do everything in my power to keep your parents safe. That includes receiving a Dark Mark — please, I beg you, do not tell my brother, this is hard enough as it is already.

            I wonder if this isn’t some kind of elaborate torture — they forcing me to watch as you live happily ever after and not only that: they expect me to be ready to manslaughter your family on command.

            Despite all this, I need you to know I love you dearly and that is why I ask you to forgive me for insisting on leaving. And… maybe you could remember me as the lad who fell for you, not your best friend’s younger brother or the idiot who was forced to join the wrong side?

            With all the love in the world,

            Your Reggie.

            “What are you reading, love?”

            Harry rested his head against the sofa, trying to catch a glimpse of who was talking to him, although he knew very well who was it. He smiled, accepting the cuppa and the peck the other man offered him.

            “A letter to my dad.”

            “Oh… from whom?”, Draco snuggled up to his boyfriend.

            “His ex-boyfriend”

            “Wait, your dad was bi?”, Harry nodded with a little smirk. “Tell me all about it. Who was he dating?”

            Harry paused for a bit. Draco was more than well-educated on the Black family tree — he was part of it, for Merlin’s sake! He wondered if telling Draco about the past of a relative would be like poking a wound with a chopstick. Personally, he wasn’t interested on learning anything about the Dursleys.

            “I am waiting for the tea, Potter”, Draco let out an indiscreet laugh.

            “Did your mother ever old you about her cousins?”

            “You and I both know my mother has dozens of cousins, but I presume you mean Walburga and Orion’s sons.”

            “My father’s ex was Regulus.”

            “WHAT? He dated your godfather’s brother? Weren’t they, like, best friends?”, Harry nodded. “Well, I understand his perspective.”

            “What are you talking about?”

            “We Slytherins are very charming.

[getawayfox]

Mid-kiss Disapparition after a date✨

Happy December! An early gift for sweet @citrusses for the holidays🎄

Still version on AO3💫

[coldfeeshes]

more fem!drarry

it's the harco corp AU... not that it's really important HAHAHAHA

(taking inspiration from the silly fics where harry wears the most obnoxiously unfashionable things)

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 3: Use Your Words

Harry hadn’t meant to say it.

He’d kept the words boxed up tight, held fast like the humiliating secret that they were. There was no chance that he was going to tell anyone; not Ron, not Hermione, not his therapist, not even the journal that he kept at his therapist’s recommendation. And he certainly, absolutely was not under any circumstances, going to tell Draco.

Except Draco was sitting there on the island in Harry’s kitchen, drinking a smoothie that he’d made himself from the stuff in Harry’s fridge, and rambling about a new found use for honey in one of his potions. And he just looked like he belonged there.

The words that Harry had guarded like a dragon guarding its treasure just came tumbling out without his consent. “I’m in love with you.”

It hardly even broke Draco’s sentence, “I love you too,” he said simply, and then continued, “but the honey, it had-”

“Wait,” Harry spluttered, “you love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I always have,” Draco said, tutting under his breath at Harry like he was being ridiculous.

He blinked at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you think I’d be sleeping with you if I didn’t love you?” he asked, like Harry was being the ridiculous one. “Do you think I’d be sitting here in your sweatpants nattering on about my life if I didn’t love you?”

“Well You could have used your words,” Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.

Draco huffed a laugh and untucked his legs from under himself so he could wrap them around Harry’s hips and pull him closer. “Why do you look so cross?” he laughed, brushing his fingers over the scowl on Harry’s forehead.

“I thought you were going to freak out!” he exclaimed, refusing to give in to the sweet kisses that Draco was pressing across his jaw. “I’ve been holding it in and bottling it up for months!”

“That’ll teach you,” he murmured. “I love you, you absolute nutter. And you love me.”

“Simple as that?” Harry asked, wondering if it could actually be that easy.

“Simple as that.”

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Written for @flufftober ‘s prompt “wait, you love me?” “I always have.”

[thusspoketrish]

FIC CLAIM — HD MUGGLE FAN FAIR 2024!

Netflix and Chills

Rated E - 20K

Halloween might be over, but the tricks, treats, and heat between the sheets are just beginning for our favorite dynamic duo. As always, thank you to the @hd-fan-fair mods for a fantastic fest and my dear friend and beta @youknowyoudid for whipping this fic into shape.

Tags: Post-Second Wizarding War. EWE. Drarry in the Muggle World. Established Relationship. Snarky Draco Malfoy. Muggle Technology. Slice of Life. Humor. Romance. Domestic Fluff. Pop Culture References. Shenanigans. Halloween Night. Netflix and Chill. Banter. Mystery. Idiots in Love. Light Dom/Sub Elements. Dirty Talk. Blue Ball Hell.

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.

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[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Resting Rumors

Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?

Ao3

[sitp-recs]

Love your recs. Any recs on established Drarry ( several years married), sweet, fluffy and smutty?

Thank you anon! 💗 I hope you enjoy these sweet married!Drarry treats:

On the Balcony by @firethesound (E, 4k)

Life had been hectic for both of them lately, and Harry was looking forward to a quiet evening at home. Having a romantic dinner on the balcony of their flat sounded like just the thing.

Grounding Harry by @nerdherderette (M, 4.5k)

Harry’s in his fifties, and it’s looking like it’s time to retire from professional Quidditch. Draco sets out to remind Harry that he will always be a star in his eyes.

Proves the Rule by @sweet-s0rr0w (M, 4.5k)

The first time Harry spots his husband in another universe, he's arm in arm with Astoria Greengrass.

I See You by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 7k)

They haven’t fucked in over three months now; or maybe it’s been longer. The last time they fooled around at all was a week ago when Harry woke Draco up by sucking him off, before promptly getting interrupted when Scorpius came banging at their bedroom door.

Surviving the Horde by FleetofShippyShips (T, 7k)

Draco has managed to avoid Christmas at the Burrow for ten years, but not this year.

Up the by @shiftylinguini (E, 7.5k)

“I feel I need to point out,” Draco kissed gently over Harry’s Adam’s apple, “that this is the most Gryffindor approach to conception that could possibly exist.”

Tonight’s the Night (Gonna Be Alright) by @pineau-noir (E, 9k)

Sex is hard to come by when you're 40 and have kids. Or: Five times Harry and Draco tried and failed to have sex and one time they were successful.

[iamnmbr3]

Harry in public: *hates his fame and hates getting attention or being treated like he's special*

Harry at home when he doesn't want to do the dishes: Remember that time I saved the whole wizarding world?

Draco: It's still your turn to do the dishes.

Harry: Remember how I died? For everyone?

Draco: Dishes. Or you won't like the consequences.

Harry: I think I'll be alright. I did kill Voldemort after all.

Draco: I have powers he knew not. I can make you sleep on the couch.

Harry: ...

Harry: I've just had an idea. I think I'll go do the dishes.

[lulublack90]

Written for @weirdtinkerbellversion

Harry Potter One Shot

Post the battle of Hogwarts, Harry has moved into Grimmauld Place and is detemind to make it into a home Sirius would be proud of. But going through his Godfather's belongings reveals a relationship he had no idea about. With the helpful smirks of Draco Malfoy, Harry eventually figures it out.

or

Oblivious Potter figures out his Godfather and Lupin were an item.

[getawayfox]

100 words of dramatic Draco and established idiots for @drarrymicrofic ‘s song prompt Endlessly by Muse. Thank you @crazybutgood for preventing me from using all of the tenses at once😅

Harry walked out on a Thursday. Harry “Second Chances” Potter left, and it only took Draco nine screw ups to do it, to finally break the man who relentlessly loved him no matter what. Now he is done.

How does Draco know he’s not going to get yet another chance this time? Well. Even he can tell when enough is enough.

So why is Harry’s bike parked outside Draco’s flat now? And the kitchen window is open, like it always is when Harry’s cooking. Draco’s heart speeds up uncomfortably in sync with his steps, his stomach swooping with reluctant hope.

[hp-fanfic-archive]

the tedious work of soothing grief with love by luminae Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: M Word Count: 2k Ginny doesn't like working as a medium. Never has, probably never will. The grief-stricken make for bad company and Harry, while handsome and kind, is no exception.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

"Oh, Merlin," Draco said, voice tinged with that particular tone of vindictive glee that could only mean that Harry was about to get an ear full of gossip.

"What?" he asked as he poured coffee into Draco's mug.

"Thank you," Draco said as he tipped his head up, puckering his lips in search of a kiss.

Obviously, Harry obliged him, chest warming at the casual way Draco displayed affection. When he pulled away, he pecked Draco on the tip of the nose before going back to the stove top where he was cooking their eggs. "What were you going to say?" he prompted.

"Oh," Draco said, and even without looking, Harry could tell he was perking up, squaring his shoulders and grinning as he asked, "Did you read the paper this morning?"

"You know I don't read that garbage," Harry replied as he waved a hand at the toaster to put their toast down, whole wheat from him and rye for Draco.

"But you'll never guess the juicy details of this power couple's break up," he said.

"Power couple, huh?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes.

Draco hummed around a sip of coffee, "Mmhmm. They say they're on the rocks after one of them cheated with Neville Longbottom."

Harry laughed, "Ridiculous. Neville's not that type of bloke, he'd never be privy to something like that."

"Not so, according to this paper. They say that the slytherin snaked his way right into Neville's bed."

"Isn't Neville's bed also Blaise's bed?" he asked as he put their eggs on plates and brought them over.

"It is, but the paper doesn't seem to know it." He accepted his plate, "Thank you, love."

"Don't mention it," Harry replied as he plopped down across from him.

Draco grinned at him, his foot rubbing over Harry's calf. "Just wait until you hear the rest. Apparently Neville's been his side piece since their 8th year at Hogwarts."

"Who?" Harry asked, frowning and trying to get a glance at the newspaper.

"Why, me of course," he said with a grin. "Potter, don't you know that I'm an incorrigible flirt, that I'll bed anything that moves? I'm such a trollop."

Harry laughed, "Yes, they've really got you pegged," he said reaching across the table to take Draco's hand. "My sweet, loving husband who'd never so much as looked at another man's penis before we got married is out sleeping with anything that moves. My darling spouse who gave me his first kiss, definitely out whoring around now."

Draco grinned at him, "Well don't spoil all the fun of my sex-capades. If they want to believe I'm running around, may as well let them."

"You're mine," Harry murmured, bringing Draco's wrist to his lips to press a kiss to his tender skin. "All mine. And I don't care what the world thinks as long as you know it."

Cupping his cheek, Draco leaned across the table to brush a soft kiss over Harry's mouth. "All your's," he agreed. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be."

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Read more of my fics, if you'd like.

[sweatersinthesummer]

Sooooooo I wrote a tiny little tooth-rottingly sweet fic for a "skill swap" wherein I created something in a different medium than my usual. So in this case, I wrote instead of podded. And @its-the-allure made a podfic of it (instead of her usual writing.)

Check out the fic and the pod! (Both are very short.)

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Sam's Weekly Wrap Up 2!

Week two is done! I can't believe it. I've been having so much fun, I hope y'all are enjoying it too! |Week one|

Resting Rumors Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?

Present Meets Past Harry expects a lot of things. He expects to grade papers in his quarters alone, expects to prepare for a full day of lectures, expects a night of peace and silence. What he doesn’t expect is the arrival of his and Draco’s 14-year-old selves crashing into his quarters and completely destroying it in the process.

The Only Hope (was you) Join the Dark Lord, they told him. Become a true Malfoy, they said. Only, he didn’t want to. Draco knew he had one shot at escape, one chance to get out of there and it all boiled down to one thing: Potter.

Draco didn’t know where else to go.

Curiosity Killed Everything Harry was used to getting love letters after the war, but this? This one didn’t quite count.

'I can't stand you.'

Rudeness aside, Harry found it funny. He continued to find it funny as his last year of Hogwarts was filled with more and more hate mail from an anonymous admirer.

One Wish Harry finds Scorpius’ letter to Santa and he positively melts at the request. Can he make his son’s one wish come true?

Our Voices Fans wanting to meet the Harry Potter was always an annoying part of owning the Tornadoes Quidditch team for Draco. But when a little boy stands in front of him clutching a Quibbler magazine, eyes wet pleading to meet not Quidditch player Harry Potter but instead the Harry Potter that came out as bisexual, Draco knows that he's about to break his firm no fan meeting policy and allow the kid to meet his husband.