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this is a gift for the amazing, wonderful @o0o-chibaken-o0o who suggested ‘drarry at an art gallery’ like seven months ago. You are a brilliant person who makes this fandom a better place and I love talking to you!!! Hope this is what you were looking for!… Easily my favorite comic I’ve ever worked on. Also dean is a badass ❤️❤️❤️

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The air is thick with the prelude to a summer storm when Draco finds Harry lazily draped over the back porch swing. A piece of dandelion fluff clings to his mane of sweat-soaked curls as Harry rocks the swing with his bare foot on the paint-stripped deck. Draco picks the fluff from Harry’s hair before climbing over Harry and melting over his chest.

“Hey,” Draco sighs. He feels an uncontrollable grin emerge as Harry pops a blackberry into his mouth.

“Hey, yourself,” Harry smiles back and offers a berry to Draco’s lips. The taste of midsummer sweetness stains Draco’s tongue. “Missed you today.”

“What ever did you do to survive without me for eight hours?”

“Honey, you’re looking at it.” He traces a berry-stained fingertip behind Draco’s ear. “Wish you could’ve joined me.”

“Tomorrow?” Draco shivers as a gust of wind teases the sweat on his neck. 

“Sounds perfect.”

For @drarrymicrofic‘s prompt, Waste it on me. 

tfw your fugitive ex breaks out of Azkaban

A little gift for @fw00shy 💓 a microfic written entirely in three word sentences. Also for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: blue.

2 August 2006. Department of Mysteries.

“Shouldn’t be here.” Draco sounds wary.

“Fuck off, Malfoy.” Harry laughs, loud. “Azkaban released me.” He smiles wryly. “Didn’t you hear?”

“You escaped, Potter.” Draco’s voice heats. “In broad daylight. Bit dangerous, really.”

“Yeah,” Harry grins. “Slaughtered sixty-two dementors. And Warden Umbridge.” He leans in. So, so close. Mouths Draco’s throat. “You miss me?” Voice muffled, gruff.

Draco’s eyes close. His shoulders slack. Relax, dip low. He breathes deep. “Not at all.” His eyes open. They’re dark, guarded. And he stiffens. “You’re not good. Potter, you’re not.”

Harry pulls back. “Careful,” he says. “I’d kill you. If I wanted.”

“Kill me then.”

Yet Harry falters. His lips part.

Draco’s mouth twists. “You wouldn’t, Potter.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t.” Harry laughs again. Shakes his head. Looks at him. “You look good. Draco, you do.”

“Thanks,” Draco says. He smiles unhappily. Gestures to himself. “I’ve gone official. Bloody Ministry official.”

Harry reaches out. Traces Draco’s collar. “Wearing Ministry blues. Who would’ve thought.” He grins, crooked. “Unspeakable Malfoy, yeah? Shouldn’t trust you.”

“Fuck you, Harry.” Draco eyes him. Voice rough, quiet. “Alright, I did. I missed you. Just a bit.”

“Didn’t visit me.”

“Didn’t want to. That first time… You looked dead.”

And Harry sobers. “Yeah, I know.” Harry watches him. Face cut-up, bloody. “Nicked a Portkey. To the tropics.” He smiles grimly. “I’m going away.”

Draco breathes in. “DMLE’s tracing them. They’ll find you.”

“Unregistered,” Harry says. “Sounds fun, yeah? Us, the ocean.” He laughs, gruff. “Come with me.”

“Merlin,” Draco says. Voice sharp, clipped. “It’s been years.”

“Only been three.” Harry looks down. “Still love you.” Closes his eyes. Takes a breath. Opens them slowly. “Prisoners are plotting. Ministry’s gone bad. We should leave.”

Draco pauses, considering. Bites his lip. “I’ve heard things. Whispers of things. I didn’t know…” Looks at Harry. “… who to believe. But now, I…”

“What is it?” Harry’s voice drops. Sounds low, gentle.

“I trust you.” Draco leans in. Thumbs Harry’s mouth. “Wish I didn’t. But I do.” Traces Harry’s lips.

Doors slam open. Voices yelling—loud, frantic. “Target in building. Agents, get ready.”

“Fuck,” Harry mutters. “Not enough time. I’ve gotta go.” Turns to Draco. “Coming with me?”

“Bloody hell, Potter. Yes,” Draco says. “Get the Portkey.”

me consuming fictional work after fictional work to distract myself from the fact that i exist: i can have little a escapism. as a treat.

Nobody Pinch Me

A mysteriously locked door keeps Harry and Draco trapped in the room where they’re serving detention.

Words: 18k

Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Mystery, Angst, Bickering, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Emotional Tension, Blowjobs, Anal Sex, Top Harry, Bottom Draco, D/s Elements

“You’re twisted,” says Harry. “I’ve chained you to the wall not because you’re a twat who tried to take my head off just now, but because I want to shag you, or something, is that right?”

Draco laughs in delighted shock. His stomach twists, and not with fear or hatred this time.

“You tell me,” he says goadingly. “I didn’t say anything about shagging.”

@dracoladon

Chapters: 2/5 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Vampires, Clubbing, Drinking, Bodyguard Harry Potter, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Post-Canon, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Third Person Limited, Getting Together, Minor Harry Potter/Blaise Zabini Summary:

After quitting his job as an auror Harry finds himself frequenting one of wizarding London's grimy underground bars. Along with it comes a new drinking partner in the form of alleged illicit potions dealer Draco Malfoy and rather more run-ins with creatures of the night than Harry ever expected.

Seraphim II: High Vigil by S. C. Versillee

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