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dewitty1 · 7 months

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Fic Recs Wrap Up - September 2023 (ノﾟ∀ﾟ)ノ⌒･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*☆

Salt on the Western Wind by Saras_Girl

When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected. Rec Post

Transfigurations by Resonant

Five years after Voldemort’s defeat, Harry returns to England to help re-open Hogwarts. Rec Post

The Arc of the Pendulum by brummell (actualite)

After his father casts a mysterious curse on Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy is forced to try to make things right. Rec Post

The Lily Spell by pickledghost

Harry Potter is one of the most handsome and sought after alphas on the Hogwarts Higher Education Programme. Draco Malfoy on the other hand, is the Seventh Year omega son of deceased Death Eaters and is widely ignored and shunned by his peers. Harry doesn’t even know Draco exists until he discovers that the younger boy is pregnant with his baby thanks to a spell gone wrong. Rec Post

Kiss the Joy (Until the Sun Rise) by ICMezzo @icmezzo

The Room of Requirement was severely damaged in the war, but not so much that it could not provide for one lost student and another young hero—especially when they needed each other most of all. Rec Post

Night Magic by Kbrick @kbrick

Eighth Year isn’t what Draco or Harry expected. Harry’s horribly lonely in the aftermath of his breakup with Ginny, Draco’s stuck in a clandestine friends-with-benefits situation with a closeted Blaise, and neither one of them can ever get any bloody sleep. But when our favorite boys bond over their insomnia-related woes, things start looking up. Rec Post

The Sun in Summer (Presto Pizzicato) by Cannibalschism @cannibalschism

Harry Potter is an orphan. Everyone knows this, him most of all. Taken in by the agoraphobic and ancient Dowager Viscountess Cassiopeia Black, Harry’s musical aptitude was evident even from a young age. He has trained all his life to perform in front of a noble audience and step upon the shoulders of giants. To be known for his accomplishment and skill. To be great. And he will do anything to achieve that goal. Draco Malfoy is an orphan. He hasn’t been as such for very long, however. Known as the Instrumenteur, Draco runs a modest shoppe in lower Diagon Alley where he creates and repairs musical instruments. The Viscountess Cassiopeia Black stole everything from him the night of his parents’ fatal accident. When Harry Potter, the orphan that wretched woman took in even as she cast out her own blood, proposes the most ludicrous of schemes that might just get Draco his stolen title and life back, who is he to decline? In a time of galas, secrets, corsets, and symphonies, can love prevail over all else? Rec Post

WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT by Vukovich @vukovich

“Potter,” Malfoy said with a slow smile. “You’re a trashy, new money slut.” “Yeah? Maybe you like it.” – The worst thing about being the Golden Boy is the freebies. Free drinks. Easy sex. It’s all too easy. The worst thing about being a Malfoy is the expectations. Marriage. Kids. It’s all so scripted. Harry wants his arse kicked. Draco decides to grab life by the balls. Rec Post

Here are a few more fics I've read recently that y'all might like to check out as well! (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧

A True Entanglement by Booktopus @thebooktopus

One moment, Harry was minding his own business, going about his workday, and the next, he found himself being dragged across the Ministry by a red string that had somehow curled up in a pretty little bow around his wrist. A story of fate, smut, falling in love, and a string named Harold.

Fire Meet Gasoline by lettersbyelise @lettersbyelise

When Draco’s anger management issues land him in St Mungo’s, he thinks his Quidditch career is over. But Harry, A&E Healer and notorious workaholic, is faced with a similar predicament. To save their jobs, the two of them decide to fake a relationship. All they have to do is convince their friends and employers… and not fall in love in the process. Simple, right?

Everything is Relative to You by honeybeet @thehoneybeet

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known… It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

we'll keep the king by BlueSundayCake @bluesundaycake

On a cold December morning, Remus Lupin shows up on Severus Snape's doorstep with a child with very familiar eyes.

Evitative by Vichan

In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn. Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he's been learning, Harry’s not so sure.

The White Pawn by Soupy_George

When eighteen-year-old Draco Malfoy finds himself back at Hogwarts on the eve of Voldemort's infamous return, he is confronted with the most difficult decision he's ever had to make: Relive the 6th year at school he's tried so hard to forget, or do the unthinkable and ally himself with Potter's lot...

( •ॢ◡-ॢ)-♡ I hope you enjoy these fics as much as I have! Happy reading, y’all! xoxo, Carey (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*💜💙💚💛❤💗💕💖

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nelweensfic · 10 months

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Strawberry

For Drarry @drarrymicrofic prompt "Disease". Thank you @cluelesspigeons for beta reading ☺️warning a/b/o dynamics & implied mpreg

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Pansy asked at the other side of the bathroom door. “You’ve been sick every morning now.”

“I must have caught some disease. Harry insisted on flying our brooms during our date yesterday. It’s probably just the flu,” Draco said as he flushed the toilet and opened the door. “Do you think there will be strawberry pie during dinner today? I have been craving strawberries since last night.”

Pansy looked at him, analysing him before her eyes landed on his belly. Draco pushed her away from the sinks so he could rinse his mouth, suddenly uncomfortable. Still, he could see Pansy’s pale face through the mirror. He stopped washing his mouth as she gasped.

“Draco,” Pansy rushed to the sink, grabbing his shoulders with both hands. “When was your last heat?”

#drarry #drarry microfic #nelweensfic #harry x draco #drarrymicrofic #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry potter #omegaverse #omega draco malfoy #alpha harry potter #mpreg #mpregnancy

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littlewinnow · 10 months

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And can you recommend a fanfics where only Draco is pregnant? Please🥺💖

I only have few atm! 😭 (I’m still looking for more myself!) but here:

Little love by ladderofyears

Along each garden wall by oflights

A big black sky by alexmeg (pls check the warnings!)

Expectant by loveglowsinthedark

I’m going thru this blog if you want to take a look through! (It shares all mpreg fics draco or Harry)

#drarry #mpreg #me #I really really want a single pregnant Draco fic where he’s doing his best on his own! and Harry comes in for support? yknow???#I’ll add more to this later

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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It was difficult, shopping for someone who had everything already.

Harry loved Draco more than he loved life itself, but he was absolutely impossible to shop for. Every year, Harry dreaded Christmas and then six months later his birthday, and then six more months and it was Christmas again, and... well.

He was wandering uselessly down Diagon when a new shop caught his attention. He'd been here just yesterday and the shop hadn't existed at all. Over the doorway there was a sign that only said 'The Bookshop' in someone's hasty handwriting but Harry felt compelled, for no reason that he could comprehend, to wander in.

The shop was packed tightly with books of all sorts, there was, by Harry's estimation at least, no discernible cataloging system and it appeared that every book was in some varying state of use.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a woman called out, "here shopping for a lover, child?"

He turned at the sound of her voice and spotted her sitting amid piles of books. She was doing some sort of magic on them, but Harry wasn't sure what. Something about her reminded him of wide spaces, of giant trees, and crashing waves; maybe it was the way her curly brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and back like vines; or maybe it was the way her eyes seemed to shift colors, a verdigris mix of greys, and greens, and blues; or perhaps it was the deep wrinkles set into her face, lines for joy, and sorrow, and trials. Or maybe it was none of those things at all, but a deeper magic still. "Err-"

"Don't be shy," she said, beckoning him inward further with the crook of a finger. "Tell me, was I right? Is it a lover you're shopping for?"

And for a reason that Harry couldn't quite explain, he came toward her. "Yes," he said, as he stepped nearer. "My husband. But I haven't any idea what I'm looking for, so I'll just-"

"Hush," she commanded. "He's fair, this man of yours? Tall, slender, and pale?"

He frowned, "Yes, but-"

"Bright with a wild imagination?"

He nodded uncertainly.

She smiled, revealing perfectly white, sharp teeth. "The little dragon lord," she whispered, staring unseeingly at Harry for a long moment.

"Sorry, what?" he asked, taking a step back from her uncertainly.

The woman blinked, "It's a story," she replied. Then she held out her hand and a book that was lying open without any words on the pages, slid into her palm of its own volition. She hummed softly, a melody that left Harry feeling simultaneously afraid, hopeful, and just a little melancholic.

Naturally, those feelings stirred in him the desire to step closer and see what she was creating.

She glanced up at him, eyes warm and fond, before she looked back down at the book in her hands. Harry followed her gaze and saw that the pages were filling up with words, pages flipping themselves as the chapters were written.

A moment later the book snapped shut and she held it out to him.

Without really thinking about it, he took it and opened it. On the first page and written in a lovely curling script was

Le Petit Dragon-Seignior

"It's in French?" he asked, flipping through the first few pages and picking out a few of the French words he knew.

She nodded, "It's a French Story by tradition," she replied. "The first language it was ever told in," she hummed thoughtfully then added, "The only language it's ever been given in, in its entirety."

"I," he started before trailing off. "How did you-?"

"My father was a great seer, my mother one of the few dryads remaining in the forests in the Lowlands of Scotland where Merlin himself once lived," she said. "My gifts allow me to understand the heart of the intended recipient and give me power over the dead trees that have been preserved in the pages of these books," she continued, gesturing to the stacks of books all around her. "The door of my shop only appears to those seeking earnestly a gift that can only be given with great trust and love."

He blinked, glancing back at the door to the shop and watching as a group of people hurried past without seeming to notice the shop's existence at all. "So no one-"

"No," she agreed. "I'm alone here but for my books," one of her hands caressed the spine of one of those nearest to her. "But I don't mind," she added. "The wooden posts and door of this shop have given me sanctuary in a world that has often sought to destroy creatures like me."

Harry's eyebrows furrowed, he didn't like that. He didn't enjoy the thought of her here all alone, of the darkness that still pervaded this world.

"Ah," she said softly, mouth curving into a secret little smile at him, "he's found his knight, it seems."

"Sorry?"

"Go," she said, shooing him away. "You've much to do before the day's end. With Christmas tomorrow for you and your beloved," she added.

"Can I come back?" he asked, even as the door seemed to be getting closer without him having moved an inch.

She lifted a shoulder, "Perhaps. When the birth of a new star is on the horizon and you seek just as surely the gift of love in the form of kinship to the past, present, and future."

"What?" he asked, but before he could obtain any semblance of clarity, he found himself standing on the sidewalk staring at a brick wall with nothing but the book in his hand to prove that he'd just seen anything wondrous at all.

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One gift.

That was all that they allowed themselves to give to the other.

They'd learned their lesson early on in their relationship, if they gave more than one it became a competition. And they both already had too many things. And they were both difficult to shop for.

Harry couldn't say that he wasn't nervous about this year's gift exchange. In fairness, he always was, but the how of getting this gift for Draco only continued to seem more and more impossible.

Still, the melody she'd hummed had stuck somewhere in the back of Harry's brain, repeating over and over, comforting him in his indecision. And when the time came for them to exchange their gifts, still in bed with a tray of coffee and cinnamon buns half finished between them, he and Draco said at the same time, "You're a hard man to shop for."

Harry laughed and Draco rolled his eyes, leaning in to kiss the smile off his lips. "Would you like to go first?"

Draco shook his head, glancing off to the side nervously.

"Whatever you've gotten me," Harry said softly, "You know that I'll love it."

"I haven't actually bought you anything," Draco said, biting his lip.

"Well," Harry said, reaching over to the nightstand to grab the book he'd wrapped when he got home from the bookshop, "I didn't technically buy this for you either. It was given to me by someone who was either one of the most interesting people I've ever met or the most insane." He paused and tilted his head, "Either way, she is still probably among the most interesting."

"That's saying something," Draco teased, "you do so love to meet people."

He laughed, it was a long standing joke that they could never get out of a party in under two hours, no matter how they tried, because Harry always always found someone who was too interesting not to talk to. "I'll tell you the story after you open it," he promised.

Draco took the package and opened it, hands smoothing over the wooden cover binder before turning to the first page. Not a word fell from his lips, but his hand flew up to cover his mouth as he turned to the first page and skimmed through the words. "How-?" he asked, looking up at Harry with tears shining in his eyes. "Wherever did you find this?"

He set about telling the story of how he'd stumbled into the bookshop the day before and telling him all about the woman he'd met there. "She gave me this book and said it was the perfect gift for you."

For just a moment, Draco sat completely still and silent. "My grandmere used to tell me this story when I was a little boy," he said. "Whenever I visited her home in France, I'd get a new part of the adventure of the little dragon-lord," he said wistfully, eyes mostly closed in memory. After a moment he looked at Harry, "I've looked for this story," he said. "I've looked everywhere, I've even hired people who deal in rare books to find it. It doesn't exist," he said and a shiver slipped up Harry's spine. "I thought she made the whole thing up. A story to help me weather the storms of life that were headed my way," he added with a little smile, "to teach me how to love and how to know when I'd found the right man to love me in return."

Harry smiled at him and took his outstretched hand, "I wouldn't be surprised if that was true. The whole book wrote itself while I was standing there."

Draco hugged the book to his chest, eyes closed as he breathed through his nose.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

His husband nodded, a tear spilling down his cheek, "I don't think you'll ever be able to give me a better present."

"I gave you a ring for Christmas last year," he said, trailing a finger over the engagement ring entwined with his wedding band, "And you said that then, too."

Draco laughed, one eye opening, "I look forward to you upping your game next year, then."

Harry groaned, "Impossible."

The smile slipped a bit from his face and he said, "Now I really don't want to give you your gift."

Harry leaned over and pressed a kiss to Draco's lips, "I am sure that I will love it."

Wiping his eyes, Draco set his book carefully on the bed next to them before leaning over and opening his nightstand to pull out a small package.

Harry took it and carefully untied the bow and slid open the wrapping paper. The lid of the box was the next thing to go, followed by a few layers of tissue paper. Nestled in more tissue paper was a vial filled with an opalescent fluid. "Sorry," he said, looking up at Draco, "you're going to have to help me a little with what it is. Potions was never my best subject."

Draco took a deep breath and sat up straighter, like he was stealing himself. "It's a fertility potion," he said.

Harry tilted his head but before he could say anything or ask any follow up questions Draco continued.

"It's an old magic," he said. "Known in mostly only pure blood circles because you have to have quite a bit of generational magic flowing through your veins for it to work. And because it requires at least a little bit of creature blood in your ancestry for it to be safe," he rattled off, quicker than Harry could even process. "And we don't have to, if you don't want to," he added quickly. "It's just sometimes I see the way you look at Ron and Hermione with Rose and I want you to have everything you could ever want. And I love the idea of having kids, I've always wanted to have kids," he continued. "But if you don't then-"

"Draco," he interrupted, "Wait. This potion," he said slowly, afraid that he was going to get it wrong, "would let us-?" he trailed off uncertainly.

"Have a baby," Draco answered meekly, like he was afraid of the outcome. "I've got loads of generational magic in my blood and there's Veela blood on my father's side. Not a lot," he hastened to add, "like I'm not going to sprout claws or grow wings or anything. But enough to be a binding agent for this to work."

"I-" he started, shaking his head, "But it's dangerous?"

"No more than any pregnancy, my healer assured me before I brought it to you," he said. Then, "But if it's not something you want-"

"Draco," he breathed. "Are you serious?"

He nodded uncertainly.

"Is that," he broke off, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Is a baby something you want?" he whispered, terrified of his husband's answer.

Draco nodded again, tears spilling from his eyes again, "I do," he said. "But it's fine if you don't," he said, arms wrapped around his stomach. "I-"

Harry set the box over on his nightstand and then promptly tackled Draco to the bed. "I desperately want to have a baby with you," he breathed against Draco's lips.

"Yeah?" Draco asked, leaning as far back as he could so that he could see Harry's face.

He pulled back to make it easier, "Yes, Draco. Godric, yes. I'd love to have a baby with you."

"Okay," his husband whispered, eyes filling with tears.

"Happy tears?" he asked.

Draco nodded and dragged Harry's mouth back to his own to kiss him again.

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8 and 1/2 months later

Harry wasn't exactly sure what he was looking for to be honest. He'd just had this itch that was impossible to scratch, this urge to buy everything he could for Draco and the baby (Adhara, he reminded himself, the name making him smile; it was the brightest star in the Canis major constellation, close to Sirius. A name picked to honor the traditions in Draco's family and Harry's loved ones at the same time but without giving her anything to dictate who she'd become).

His need to provide (to nest, Draco had teased fondly, if a bit exasperated) was driving them both a little spare. But Harry couldn't help but wander through Diagon, just in case, waiting for something to jump out at him.

It was then, that the little bookshop appeared once more and her parting words came back to him. When the birth of a new star is on the horizon and you seek just as surely the gift of love in the form of kinship to the past, present, and future.

This time, Harry went in without any trace of uncertainty.

#Not quite sure where this one came from #i'm not mad at it though #drarry fanfic #magic #mentions mpreg #husbands #soft #fluff #drarry #25 days of draco and harry #25 days of drarry #traditional prompt 6 #christmas #a little world building is good for the soul #10/10 would just go vibe in this bookshop. sign me up.

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harrydracompreg · 11 months

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Fic: In a Party Bathroom - Mature [R]

Title: In a Party Bathroom Author: Anonymous Prompt: H/D didn’t even plan to go to the stupid party, he didn’t plan on sleeping with stupid, annoying D/H, and he *certainly* didn’t plan on getting knocked up by the arsehole. Word Count: 16.4 k Rating: Mature [R] Contains: Slytherin Friendships, Semi-Public Sex, Requited Unrequited Love, Professor Draco Malfoy, Professor Harry Potter, Misunderstandings, Lack of Communication, Eventual Communication, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Dramatic Draco Malfoy Spoilers: No Spoilers Marked. Who is pregnant: Draco Notes: Thank you Maesterchill for submitting this prompt! Endless thank yous to the glorious, beta-extraordinaire CBG for all your help 💜And to the mods for all your work in making this fest run, it's an absolute pleasure to participate 💗 Summary: He hadn't even wanted to go to the ridiculous party, let alone planned on shagging Potter in a port-a-john while he was there. But he did, and oh, what fun the consequences it brought were... In a Party Bathroom Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the proprty of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended.

#2023 hdmpregfest #2023 HD MPREG Fest #hdmpreg fest #drarry #mpreg #drarry mpreg #drarry fic #fic length: 15k-20k #pregnant!Draco

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queenofonions · 6 months

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Stranger in My Bed

Summary: Draco is demanding, Harry is teasing. Mpreg fluff!

“One day we wake

to a stranger in our bed

where once

a true love lay,”

Harry quoted wistfully.

A pillow immediately struck him in the face.

He chuckled and lifted a corner of it to grin at his husband.

Draco lie next to him in bed, rubbing his hands over his very pregnant belly and scowling.

“Don’t spout ridiculous Muggle poetry at me while neglecting your child! Your daughter requires a large cup of chocolate, so get moving, Potter!” He pointed an imperious finger toward the bedroom door.

Harry tossed the pillow aside and quickly slid down to press his face against Draco’s belly, smiling against the dark blue silk stretched over it.

"Is that what you want, Cass? You want chocolate tonight, my little sweetheart? Not pumpkin juice or cottage cheese or tomato and gherkins on mustard toast?" Harry crooned sweetly to the firm mound, completely ignoring Draco's attempts to swat him away. Draco's hormone-driven food cravings changed almost every day now.

He sucked in a breath when he felt an answering kick against his cheek and instantly wrapped an arm around Draco's hips. It never ceased to amaze him to feel their daughter's movements, the sheer miracle of it never failed to make him emotional.

Draco carded his fingers through Harry's shaggy black hair and sighed. "Must you call her that? It's so... common."

Harry blinked the stinging out of his eyes and brought Draco's hand down from his head to kiss it. "'Cassiopeia' is a bit of a mouthful and she'll need a nickname just for family and close friends. That way we can save the whole 'Cassiopeia Molly Potter-Malfoy' for when she gets in trouble, so she knows we mean business."

Draco huffed, "As if our darling girl would ever be a bit of trouble."

Harry snorted in astonishment and rubbed his nose against his husband's belly. "Excuse me, but have you met us? Our little angel is getting trouble-making genes from both sides, you know. Bound to be a bit devilish from time to time."

Draco's hand went back to Harry's head and gripped a fistful of hair just hard enough to pull Harry's head back. "Bring me that chocolate or I'll show you some devilish behavior of my own."

Harry's eyes positively twinkled, "Promise?"

Draco tightened his grip and relished the sight of the pulse quickening in Harry's throat, "Only if you hurry."

Harry surged up to plant a lush kiss on Draco's mouth before bounding out of the room.

Draco smiled and rubbed his hands over his belly, soothing the persistent kicks. "Settle down, Cass, my love. You'll get your treat and I'll get mine when Daddy comes back."

AO3 (pen name Xedra on AO3)

#harry potter fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #harry x draco #mpreg #fluff #poem by atticus #my fic #i made this #xedra

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ladderofyears · 1 year

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Revelation.

Warning for mpreg.

Harry hadn’t known he’d love Scorpius until the moment he was placed in his arms, squalling, pink, still sticky from his birth.

As he looked down at his son, all Harry’s fears about not being enough faded. He’d do everything in his power to look after Draco and their baby.

Fifty words.

For @microficmay

#drarry #harry x draco #tw: mpreg #boys in love #child scorpius #having a baby #microficmay2023 #drarrymicrofic #fifty words

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realitybitesyouknowit · 3 months

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Chapters: 23/23 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Forced Marriage, Arranged Marriage, Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Sane Voldemort (Harry Potter), Sane Tom Riddle, Horcruxes, Marriage Contracts, Negotiations, End of Year 6, Politics, Wizengamot (Harry Potter), Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), No Smut Summary:

End of 6th Year, in an AU where Dumbledore has Harry under compulsions. Harry finds himself breaking free from those binds and accidentally gives Tom Riddle back his sanity. Tom of course takes the next logical step in this chain of events: forcing the Boy-Who-Lived into a marriage contract with him so he can obtain the Slytherin Lordship (definitely not because he likes the boy, Nagini please stop saying that).

Follow Harry and friends (though mostly Harry) as the Chosen One navigates negotiations, falls in love with the new Tom, and schemes his way past Dumbledore and into power.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #tomarry #dumbledore bashing #neville/luna #ron/hermione #ginny/draco #wandless magic #marriage contracts #peace negotiations #sane tom riddle #implied fred/george/rabastan #mentions of mpreg #rituals #remus/severus #sitting the NEWTS early

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celilasart · 2 years

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Welcome home, Lily

The Potter-Malfoys can finally take their little surprise gift home. This is the card they sent to family and friends to announce the birth of their daughter Lily Jean Potter-Malfoy.

My @harrydracompreg piece for this year’s fest. Based on the drabble “Love is Just a Word” by @sassy-cissa. Link to the Art on AO3.

~Bonus~

#drarry #drarry fanart #drarry art #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #draco/harry #harry/draco #hpdm #dmhp #married drarry #hd mpreg fest 2022 #birth announcement #roses #lilies #flower arrangement

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drarryficrecsbasement · 2 months

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Storm To Weather (139300 words) by ArchiveOfAriana Chapters: 63/63 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Blaise Zabini, Lucius Malfoy/Mrs. Zabini, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Ron Weasley/OFC Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Lucius Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Mrs. Zabini Additional Tags: Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Mpreg, Blow Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Swearing, Possessive Harry Potter, Rimming, Head Auror Harry Potter, Barebacking, Unsafe Sex, Come Swallowing, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Top Harry Potter, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnant Sex, Pregnancy Kink, Male Lactation, Nipple Play, Dom Harry Potter, Breastfeeding, Breeding, Breast Fucking, Daddy Kink, Dom/sub, Dom Harry, Cheating Ron Weasley, Cheating, Auror Ron Weasley, Rape, Forced Pregnancy, Violence, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampie, Bedroom Sex, Porn With Plot, Smut, Feminine Draco Malfoy, Breasts, Filthy, Top Lucius Malfoy, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Implied Mpreg Summary:

Harry saved Draco from a humiliating trial and a dark future in prison. He keeps him in a safety of his house, but things start to get out of hands when his feelings for the boy begin to develop. Draco remains cold, convinced his noble pureblood origin doesn't allow him to get involved with anyone less, but Harry is not having any of that.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fic rec #drarry fanfic #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry/draco #harry x draco #mpreg #mpreg draco

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hpdm-sideblog · 15 days

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Me being deranged about narcissa malfoy

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dewitty1 · 2 months

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Learn To Fly

Ladderofyears @ladderofyears

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Marcus Flint, Astoria Greengrass, Original Characters Additional Tags: Mpreg, Mpreg Draco Malfoy, Quidditch, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Quidditch Player Draco Malfoy, Wimbourne Wasps, Appleby Arrows, Rivalry, Seekers, Daily Prophet (Harry Potter), Outing, Tabloids, Arranged Betrothal, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Pregnant Sex, secret love affair, BAMF Astoria Greengrass, BAMF Marcus Flint, League Final, Self-Acceptance, Coming Out, Quidditch Coach Draco Malfoy, Happy Ending, Title from a Foo Fighters Song, HP Quidditch Fest 2022, Quidditch Injuries, Broken Bones, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts

Summary:

January 2004: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are two of the finest Seekers in England, deadly rivals and secret lovers.

As far as Draco is concerned, that's how it'll stay forever. He is betrothed to beautiful heiress Astoria Greengrass, and they are due to have a big summer wedding.

Everything changes during a hotly fought Arrows versus Wimbourne game when Draco falls from his broom. To his huge shock, when Draco awakes in St Mungo's, he discovers he is pregnant.

What will Draco do, now everything in his tidily compartmentalised life has to change?

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Excerpt:

“Percy and George were gossiping over Sunday dinner,” Potter said quietly. Standing up, he took two paces forward so he was looming over Draco. Then he crouched down so that they were eye to eye with one another. “Trying to guess who’d fathered the baby. They kept making stupid, coarse suggestions, just to score cheap laughs. I wanted to punch them both. Wanted to tell them it was my fucking kid they were insulting. I got so close, Malfoy. I could feel the words on the edge of my tongue.”

Draco’s heart hammered in his chest. A shouted declaration over the Weasley dinner table was exactly the sort of drama he categorically did not want.

“Did you tell them?” Draco asked, his voice equally soft.

“No. ’Mione got there first. She called them a pair of thick-skulled narrow-minded morons,” Potter answered. There was the trace of a smile playing at the edge of his lips. “Said you had every right to have a baby if you wanted. Said that it shouldn’t matter if you liked men.” Potter closed the space between them, moving so close that Draco could feel each of his lover’s words as a hot breath of air on his skin. “You can’t wish this away, Malfoy. You’re pregnant. We need to make plans. Work out how we’re telling people.”

On that last word, Harry tilted his face, and found Draco’s lips with his own.

His kiss was passionate, and claiming, and Draco let himself melt onto it, the prickle of his lover’s formidable magic noticeable against his skin. They’d been kissing for six years but, every single time, the rightness of their coupling stuck Draco anew. Potter was the only person in Draco’s life that saw him for who he truly was. Potter wrapped one arm around Draco, and tangled the other in his hair.

When Potter broke their kiss, Draco chased his lover’s lips, hungering for more. “I won’t go away,” Potter told him. “You’re carrying my baby, and I want to be a part of their life. I thought it’d be best to tell Mackenzie first, in case I have to skip any of our big fixtures.”

Draco felt like he’d been doused in freezing water.

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