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Upon request, here is another part of our possessive Harry rec list. If you missed them, you can find part one here and part two here. There are a ton of amazing fics on this list that we hope you'll check out. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Back Where I Belong | Explicit | 7,217 words

Harry’s trying to have a conversation with Nick, who he hasn’t seen in nearly three months, but the way Nick’s eyes keep darting over his shoulder every few seconds is quite distracting. It’s ironic, because at least a quarter of the reason that he’s even talking to Nick in the first place is because he needs a distraction. He’s all too aware of exactly what’s going on behind his back. Nick is the one who finally brings it up. “Do you think he’s doing it to spite you?” “He’s definitely doing it to spite me,” Harry answers tightly, resisting the urge to crane his neck around so he can see. He clutches his drink a little tighter, trying to keep his tenuous control over his own movements.

2) Come A Little Closer | Explicit | 9,867 words

Louis puts on lingerie. It's not, like, a thing.

3) Fuck U Betta | Explicit | 11,438 words

There’s something about having Louis like this, exposed and desperate, that makes a primal urge bubble up from deep inside Harry’s chest. Desire mixed with something else, something unquantifiable. It’s the thing that makes them want this, need this. Nothing else will satisfy them or quench their thirst.

4) Please, I'm Begging | Explicit | 13,746 words

Louis is an omega who just wants to be with Harry

5) Rendezvous | Explicit | 15,357 words

"Harry's got a date tonight." Zayn greets him. Louis misses the good old times, when people used to say hello. "Why's he got a date, Louis?" Louis has no time for Zayn's nonsense, he's late to crash Harry's date. He only came here for one thing. "I need the fur coat." he announces. "No questions asked."

6) I’m Kind Of Into It | Explicit | 19,483 words

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A pair of eyes follow him, narrowed and if Louis has judged right; assessing. Trying to see if Louis has a favourite. Waiting to see if he gives it up to one of the baying crowd. He doesn't. He straightens up and moves smoothly back towards the intriguing man in the front-row seat. He hasn't moved, bar to clutch his fingers slightly around the edges of the circle-shaped seat; his thighs pushing open a little further as he tucks his ass in; showcasing his dick somewhat. The dress pants do barely anything to cover the jut of that length and Louis makes it his personal mission to make him hard. It's insulting really that he's not already there. He's been dancing for three minutes and if that isn't long enough to incite some interest then what is?

7) Play By The Rules | Explicit | 21,835 words

Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.

8) Worth The Wait | Explicit | 29,262 words

In all the words Louis would use to describe a baby shower, the last one he’d ever thought to use was depressing.

9) Can’t Fool Me | Explicit | 30,162 words

AU where Louis hates fraternities and would never be into a frat boy. And one of these things is definitely not a lie.

10) Blue Songs Are Like Tattoos | Explicit | 30,739 words

“Good morning, University of California, you’re listening to KALX 90.7 FM Berkeley, this is DJ Harry Styles. If the owner of the tapes I’ve been finding around the studio doesn’t come forward and introduce himself, I’m going to continue tossing them straight in the trash!”

11) Like It’s A Game | Explicit | 32,223 words

There is little harry hates more than truth or dare.

12) All This Devotion | Explicit | 38,047 words

Louis is Harry’s work wife. The already blurry lines of their friendship are smudged further when they get caught up in a web of lies.

13) Kiss Me On The Mouth And Set Me Free (But Please Don’t Bite) | Mature | 42,036 words

Harry is the CEO of Flora Corp, Louis is his new secretary.

14) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

15) Let Your Damage, Damage Me | Explicit | 57,077 words

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

16) Not Afraid Of Living On A Fault Line | Explicit | 55,218 words

His eyes widened when he realized he had just somehow managed to ask Harry to hang out. Judging by Harry’s own expression, he wasn't the only one who was shocked. Louis expected him to laugh off the ridiculous request but the beta looked up at him, almost hopefully. “Are you being serious?” “Um,” was all Louis could say, feeling every bit as speechless as Harry had been earlier. “Are you?” Harry shrugged. “I’ve been told I need to get out more.”

17) These Still Waters Run Deep | Explicit | 64,602 words

Having accepted his engagement to Viscount Andrew, Louis is aware that it isn’t a love match and has no wish to be swept off his feet… until he meets the viscount’s brother, Harry, who makes him second-guess everything.

18) King Of My Heart | Explicit | 83,712 words

Harry shrugged, his shoulders brushing against Louis’. “I think since I was young, I craved that feeling, though. I didn’t always hate being a prince, but over time, certain aspects of it just bothered me so much. I remember being four years old and realizing that every person in the world knew my name, and I wasn’t sure if I wanted that. I told my mum as much and she tried telling me that being a prince is not a punishment. That it was a privilege that I should be happy about it, but no one asked me if I was. But looking up at the sky, I remember that all of this will one day mean nothing, and neither will I. All the pressure will then disappear and I could just be.” Louis stayed quiet, allowing Harry the space to open up because he knew Harry wasn’t looking for advice, but just someone to confide in. What he wished he could tell him was that in the short amount of time that he’d known the prince, in Louis’ eyes, he couldn’t be insignificant if he tried. He was brighter than every star up there in the sky. He was all Louis could look at and think about.

19) Echoes & Omens | Mature | 100,707 words

Echoes of the dead come in many forms. Their imprints forever tied to the ones who'd killed them. Louis Tomlinson is able to track the dead using their echoes, they call to him. He's used that gift to aid Scotland Yard in their investigations, with the hopes of studying Criminology at Cambridge University. He's lived a life of privilege and good fortune as a Marquess, son of the late Duke Tomlinson, with his life mapped out since day one. Until two terrible truths are revealed. One, he's adopted. Two, his biological parents are London's most notorious serial killers. Against his family's wishes, Louis travels to Chicago to uncover the truth of their incarceration. Much to his dismay, his biological mother's Lawyer, Harry Styles, wants to take his case. Together, they work to uncover what really happened all those years ago, but perhaps more is revealed than they could've ever anticipated. Trapped in a whirlwind of portents and omens, Louis and Harry find themselves pitted against an enemy they'd not foreseen.

20) You’ve Got A Higher Power, You’re Once In Any Lifetime | Explicit | 113,444 words

Giving up and letting them think they're right were never valid options in Louis Tomlinson's mind. In a society full of prejudices, finding a family and being accepted, also seemed like an unrealistic utopia. Louis sets out to do what no other of his kind ever has before and in doing so, he finds love, friendship and more about himself than he thought he would.

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drarrily-we-row-along · 9 months

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It wasn't that Harry went looking for trouble.

He didn't. Harry had just gone out for a drink and then that antsy, restless feeling in his gut had him out walking. Sucking in the evening air, inhaling the scent of spilled beer and cigarettes, as he strode down the street past the bars, trying to ignore the people staring at him.

No, he hadn't been looking for trouble, but it found him just the same.

A muted shout of pain caught his attention, ears prickling and hairs on his arms raising. Before he could even think, his feet were turning down an alley, leading him toward the noise.

Heart-thudding, adrenaline pumping, he approached the group of men crowded around a body laying on the ground coughing and gagging. An awareness prickled the back of his consciousness, and without physically seeing him, images of white-blond hair and silver eyes, flashed to the forefront of his mind. "Evening, gentlemen," he said, clearing his throat.

The group shifting to look at him was enough for Harry to catch a glimpse of Draco Malfoy, sprawled on the ground, knees drawn protectively up to his chest as he coughed.

And something inside of Harry snapped, something feral, something vaguely terrifying, even to him. "Move away," he growled.

The man in front crossed his arms over his chest, "and if we don't?" he asked. He grinned, perfect, white teeth on display. "Who cares about this worthless piece of sh-"

"I'd be very careful with my next words if I were you," Harry said, and he could feel his magic hot and bright all but bursting under his skin.

A couple of the men shifted on their feet, glancing around toward the end of the alley. But the man who'd spoken first didn't back down. "What're you going to do?"

"Fuck off, Potter," Malfoy groaned from the ground.

He grinned down at the other man, mouth too full of his teeth, "what, and miss out on the fun?"

"What fun?" the man said, raising his wand at Harry.

Harry looked up at him and watched the blood drain from his face as their eyes met.

He took a staggering step back and almost tripped over Draco, "What are you?" he managed.

"Haven't you read the papers?" Harry asked, sauntering forward. "There's always some new speculation," he added as he looked down at his fingers, watching the talons sprouting from them and resisting the impulse to wince.

He looked up in time to see the men tripping and stumbling, shoving one another as they attempted to leave. He started toward them, grunting as his wings sprouted and ripped through his jacket. With hardly a thought, his wings lifted him into the air and he landed on the other side of the group of men, blocking their exit.

"Not so fast," he said, teeth gnashing together with his words. "You were happy to take him on, four to one," he said, nodding toward Draco. "Happy to fight a man you know can't raise his wand against you to do magic. Here," he added, tossing his wand to the ground, "I'll go without mine too."

"What the fuck," one of the men whispered as he took in the sight of Harry with his black eyes and wings, his talons, his sharp teeth.

"I'll even let you fire first," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "Hit me with all that you've got."

One man fired off a stunner and Harry reached out a hand and caught the spell, a bright, red ball of magic that he tossed in the air and caught again.

"Come on," he said, tossing it up and watching as it dissipated into the night sky. "Really try a coordinated effort," he added with a tsk. "Maybe on the count of three?"

All four men raised their wands and a laugh bubbled at the back of Harry's throat at their idiocy, at their predictability. Four spells fired off at once and Harry took a breath, letting time slow down around him as he reached out and plucked the four bursts of light and energy out of the air and held them in his hands. A heartbeat later, he threw the magic down at their feet and the four men stumbled and fell as the ground shook.

The first man to get to his feet started to run, the first intelligent thing any of them had done that evening, in Harry's humble opinion.

Harry held up a hand and the man was frozen in place.

"Let go," he said, begged really, and the other men started to shift restlessly, trying to edge away from him.

"Did he ask you to let him go?" Harry asked, pointing to Draco who was now sitting up and rubbing his rib cage. "Did he ask you to leave him alone?"

"Come on man," the third man said, holding out his hands, "He's a filthy, slimy death-"

"That's enough," Harry said calmly, sealing the man's mouth shut with a wave of his hand. As if by mutual agreement, they decided to leave their frozen friend behind and make a break for it. They started to run and Harry raised his hands and froze them all. "Not so tough anymore, are you?" he said, running a claw over the leader's jaw, angling it so it pricked him and a drop of blood appeared.

"Don't."

He turned when he felt a gentle hand on his wings and looked at Draco. Draco with his black eyes and bruises on his cheek, with blood on his neck, and internal bleeding if Harry's suspicions were correct. A low noise that certainly wasn't human rose in Harry's throat.

"Potter," he murmured. "Don't."

"Why?" he asked, tilting his head at him, turning to look at the men who were frozen in place.

"It's not worth it," he said. When he didn't immediately turn away, Draco slid his hand down his arm and took his hand, "Harry," he said softly.

And he could hear the pain in his voice, could hear the way that he'd just given up. His chest felt too small to contain the fire that burned under his breastbone at what had been taken from the other man. "I'll destroy them," he hissed.

"Harry," Draco repeated, "It's not worth it."

"You're worth it to me," he said, voice hard.

He sighed and shook his head, "Come on. Let them go."

"Confundo," he spit before releasing the men, they staggered, tripping over their own feet and one another as they tried to flee. "Don't ever let me see you with him again," he called after them. "Remember which of us it was who spared your lives."

"So dramatic," Draco said, staggering in the opposite direction.

He summoned his wand to him as he caught up and reached for Draco, "Where are you going?"

"My flat," he replied.

"No," Harry said sharply, taking Draco's hand, carefully retracting his claws so he didn't hurt him. "Come home," he begged. "Let me heal you-"

"We've been through this," Draco said, shaking his head.

"Yes, yes," Harry said, trotting along beside Draco, helping him balance as he staggered. His teeth shrunk back to their normal size and he continued to speak, "You put me at greater risk, I'm going to get caught, the Ministry is going to lock me up-"

"It's not a fucking joke," he spat. "Every single time we're out in public, you end up trying to kill someone for laying their hands on me!"

"Maybe people should stop hurting you," he said casually as he retracted his wings.

"This isn't a fucking joke!" he repeated. "I'm not worth-"

"You're my mate," Harry growled, "Anyone who hurts you should-"

"I'm not worth your life," he said. "Can't you-" he broke off to gasp, doubling over and clutching his rib cage.

"Let me take you home," he begged again. "Let me heal you and we can talk."

"Yes, fine," he snapped and Harry knew that he must be in quite a bit of pain if he was conceding.

He didn't wait for him to change his mind, he wrapped his arm around Draco's waist and apparated them back home. With a quick snap of his fingers, Draco's filthy, bloody clothes had disappeared and Harry lifted him into his arms, carrying him into the bathroom.

"I can walk," he grunted, resentment bubbling in each word, but his arms still clung to Harry weakly.

"I know," he murmured before setting him gingerly on the toilet seat and starting the bath.

In the harsh light of the bathroom, he could see the bruises mottling Draco's body and a noise of discontent rattled around in his chest and throat.

"Let me?" he asked, holding out his hands, already glowing a warm gold.

Draco nodded and Harry slowly, tenderly began touching the bruises, healing the wounds, absorbing the pain into his own body and letting it fade to nothing. When he was satisfied that he'd healed all of him, he stood and pulled off his own clothes before taking Draco's hand.

With a defeated little sigh, Draco let Harry tug him into the bath. Harry sat with his back against the tub and pulled Draco into the cradle of his body, pressing Draco's back against his chest and bracketing Draco's hips with his thighs. He wrapped him in his arms and pressed a soft kiss to the other man's neck.

"I'm ruining your life," Draco murmured, voice soft and sleepy, and Harry could feel the echo of Draco's exhaustion in his own chest.

"Tell me that you don't love me too," Harry whispered back. "Tell me that it's unrequited, that I'm burdening you, that you don't want me."

Draco rested his head against Harry's shoulder, his soft, blonde hair tickling Harry's chin. "I can't," he said. "You know I can't say that. But I love you enough to want what is good for you-"

"Then stay," he pleaded. "Draco, I'm out of my mind without you. I'm antsy and anxious, and I can feel it when something bad is about to happen to you. You're my mate," he repeated, voice breaking at the end. "I love you," he whispered, tears springing to his eyes.

"We can't keep doing this, though. You're going to get caught and my life isn't worth yours, there are only so many rumors that the papers can publish before the Ministry-"

"Then let's leave," Harry said.

"Harry-"

He shook his head and pressed a kiss to Draco's neck, "No, think about it. If the only way for me to be with you is for you to stop being attacked so that I'll stop attacking people in return is to leave then let’s just do it. We can see our friends in muggle places or visit their homes, but let's just live in the muggle world."

"I can't let you give up-"

"Give up what?" Harry asked in exasperation. "Draco, everything here is awful, the politics and the games people play, the prejudices. And it isn't like I can even go anywhere without being constantly hounded by reporters. I'm not giving up anything."

Gingerly, the other man turned around, kneeling between Harry’s thighs and taking his face in his hands.

“Please, Draco,” Harry murmured, staring into his eyes, searching them for what was to come. “I love you.”

Draco pressed their foreheads together, “what if you change your mind?”

“I won’t,” he promised. “You’re it for me.”

There was a long pause and Harry was certain that Draco must be able to hear the way his heart was hammering in his chest. “Where will we go?”

Light and warmth exploded through Harry’s chest and he leaned up to kiss him tenderly. “I’m glad you asked,” he said, holding out a hand for a file folder that he kept by his bedside. “I’ve got a whole list of places I’ve been wanting to see with you. You’re gonna love it,” he added softly.

Draco slid back into the tub, pressing against Harry. “Show me,” he murmured.

He flipped through the folder, telling him about all of the places he wanted to see. Dreaming, with his eyes wide open, of what it would be like to experience the world with Draco at his side.

And when the water got cold, he wrapped Draco up in a fuzzy towel and brought him to bed. They cozied into the nest of pillows and blankets and Harry talked in hushed tones about his dreams for them until his love fell asleep. Harry hunkered down next to him and drifted off too, dreaming of all their lives might be.

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rockingrobin69 · 6 months

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Could I please also pick trick? 🥺🙏🎃

You're a star for doing this, thank you! 💙

Hello darling, here's a nice little M-rated fic for you! D/s elements and alcohol mentioned.

Irresistible

“There, good boy.” Harry watched as the words ran through Draco, a highly visible path: from his flushing cheeks, to his sudden gulp, the hand previously tapping the armrest suddenly gone still.

“Begging pardon,” he said, not quite a question. Harry peered at him from the edge of his nose.

“All right,” with a smile. “I think I might like it even better if you begged.”

Draco’s rosy cheeks went flame-red. “P-Potter!” he inched closer on his seat, tongue darting out to wet his lips, a tiny, unintentional movement. Harry wanted to take his face in both hands, leave him panting and messy and barely coherent and yeah, why not, begging too: Harry, who dreamed of this moment for far too long, sat still. Played with the ice cube on his tongue. Waited.

“You’re a terrible tease,” Draco eventually said with a slightly hysterical wave. He’d left his robes on the desk, sitting there in his tight shirt, in those crisp trousers Harry particularly liked, that he knew, god damn him, made his thighs look fucking edible. Harry wondered if that’s what their students see when they look up at him: someone outrageously, destructively handsome. Someone so clearly Harry’s and who needed to be told that, repeatedly, for days and days on end and maybe for always.

With a sigh he put the whiskey aside. Far more intoxicating, the look in Draco’s eyes. “I’ll never tease you,” he said, as gently as the rasp in his voice allowed, “Not unless you absolutely begged me to.”

The way Draco’s throat tightened on a swallow—sublime. “Potter,” he murmured, a little pleadingly. Harry took pity, then took his chin.

“Don’t worry, darling. You’ll be good for me, yes? And I’ll make sure you’re well and truly satisfied.”

Draco looked down, suddenly shy and unbearably sweet. “I—I want—” Harry waited patiently. When nothing more came:

“Yes, sweetheart? Tell me. What do you want?”

“Hmm?” in all fairness, the way Harry’s thumb kept tracing Draco’s bottom lip might have been slightly distracting. “Potter, I—”

It was mostly an accident, that the thumb slipped past those pink lips and now rested on Draco’s tongue. The gasp, and then the aborted moan, and Draco’s jaw going all slack—also not intentional, and liquid fire in his blood.

“Don’t worry,” Harry made himself say, and lightly pet right behind Draco’s ear, “we’ll go very slowly. We’ll only do what you—”

“Fuck you, Potter,” Draco mumbled, only half-forming the words and then, with his eyes closed, sucked Harry’s brains out through his thumb.

“What?”

It went out with a slick pop. “Stop horsing around,” Draco panted, tilting his head to level Harry the most scorching look, “and make me beg already.”

“Oh,” Harry managed, then, “oh, right,” laughing with a combination of relief and affection, so potent it nearly threw him off the chair. “My good boy,” with emphasis he hoped wasn’t detectable on the first word, but Draco shook his head and fell to his knees on the rug.

“Yours,” he said, and crawled right between Harry’s thighs, “Come on, you bastard, just—”

Harry did the only possible thing: took his face with both hands and kissed him, kissed him, kissed him. With every intention of leaving him panting and messy and barely coherent, making him his.

#drarry fic #555 words #Robin's trick or treat #d/s elements #professors drarry #possessive harry #mention of alcohol #they're both so desperate honestly.#rockingrobin69

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hp-shippy-prompts · 8 months

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Prompt:

Voldemort won the second wizarding war after capturing Harry Potter. No one knows what happened during those years that Harry was held prisoner, but one day he escapes!

He finds those remnants of the Order and bring them together to create a new resistance. Voldemort has his Death Eaters defend against them, but tell them they are to bring Potter to him alive.

Harry does get caught again from time to time, but always manages to slip out of Voldemort’s grasp again. Both the Order and the Death Eaters put it down to that well known ‘Potter luck’.

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In reality, Harry and Voldemort have been in a relationship for a very long time, and this is their very extreme version of roleplay foreplay.

#prompt #harry potter #voldemort #harrymort #kidnapping #war as foreplay? 🤨#horcrux!harry #voldemort wins au #possessive voldemort #possessive harry #they’re both a bit twisted now

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nelweensfic · 2 years

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The real one

For @purplehotmess birthday! ✨ I wish you an amazing day and I hope you'll like this little gift ❤️ and Thank you @ladderofyears for beta reading 😘

When they first dated, Harry didn't know Draco was, in fact, a nerd. It was mid-October, their first date was in Hogsmeade and since the war had ended only recently, almost all the shops were selling merch about the Golden Trio as the media like to call Harry and his friends.

He groaned, his eyes widened, and Draco almost let go of his hand to race toward a shop where keychains with a plushie of Harry were suspended. Draco immediately grabbed one and did a tour around.

Amused by that, Harry let Draco buy every bit of merch Draco wanted, thinking it was cute. His boyfriend was so in love with him that he wanted all his merch like a fangirl.

But, soon, Harry started to be annoyed by them. Draco spent all his time cuddling plushies about Harry, drinking in a mug with Harry's face, eating chocolate frogs to have all Harry's different cards he could have.

It was ridiculous but Harry was jealous. So one day, when he came into the Slytherin dorm and saw Draco with a long pillow with Harry's body printed on the pillow case, enough was enough.

"You see Pansy," Draco said with a serious tone, "this pillow is important, because I can sleep with it and think I'm dating Harry even in my room."

Harry growled, catching both Pansy and Draco, who were sitting on the couches, in the middle of the full room. Harry had quite enough! He took the pillow with force and his uncontrollable magic made it disappear.

Draco was about to protest when Harry just plopped his ass between Draco's legs and put his hands on his chest.

"Why are you so happy to cuddle a fake Harry when you have the original all for yourself?"

"Because…" Draco whispered in Harry's ear, tightening the cuddle. "I love to see you all possessive and jealous, it's hot."

#drarry #drarry microfic #nelweensfic #for purplehotmess #happy birthday #birthday fic #jealous harry #possessive harry #sneaky draco #fluff #love #etablished relationship #eight year au #hogwarts eighth year

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mariyeoo · 2 years

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Title : Single Wizard Seeking Same by jennavere

Pairing : Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Summary : Lovelorn Draco has been secretly pining for Harry for months. He’s finally forced into action when ex-boyfriend Blaise shows up. A gift!fic for Prof. McKitten starring an awkward, smitten Draco and a cameo by Harry’s chest monster.

Notes :

Believe me, I’ve TRIED finding the original post.. but skyhawke is down for what, has it been years? And live journal is down since 9th of June apparently! It’s so frustrating.

At least we got a Wattpad here. I’m thanking the one who managed to save jennavere’s fic because it’s really damn good!!

As you see well.. Harry has a wild chest monster. Draco is smitten and pining, Blaise is the ex who’s a player — he’s such a bastard! He infuriated me, but he does know how to accept defeat so.. kudos for that.

I love this fic so much. I re-read it in my free time. If you’re looking for fluff, smut, with a tide of jealousy and pining story of drarry.. This one-shot is for you!!

I seriously highly recommend it. Not even kidding. GO READ IT!!! PLEASE!! IT WONT DISAPPOINT YOU I SWEAR.

[ 06/23/2022 , 12:34PM ] ᥫ᭡

#drarry #drarry fic #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fluff #drarry smut #you can ask me anything #bottom draco #top harry #hpdm #pining draco #oblivious harry #but he’s also pining for him #jealous harry #possessive harry #jealous draco

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the-pet-puff · 11 months

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the slytherin common room was mosly empty with only a few nameless students scattered around the edges of the room, the reat already in bed

“you should really stop studying so hard hermione.”

harrys strong voice cut through the quiet of the empty room

he was sat calmly on a love seat with one hand stretched across the back and another holding a separate warm body to his chest.

said warm body nuzzled her face into his neck and pushed her arms further around his midsection.

hermione glanced over at them from the opposite chair and huffed

“as much is i love our little cherub, i have things to do,” she paused and moved some of the papers in front of her around,” unlike you i have expectations to uphold.”

“woah there hermione i don’t know that i appreciate the attitude.”

the staring contest that follows is ever so scary

“what im hearing hermione,” a muffled mumble comes from harrys chest.” is that you don’t love me enough,” she moves her head from the protection of harrys muscled stomach making her voice much clearer,” to put down your papers and give me a hug.”

#slytherin harry #slytherin hermione #hufflepuff oc #possessive harry

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weeklydrarryficrecs · 2 years

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More Powerful Than Experience by flightinflame

Summary:

Harry's life changes when he is three, when his parents are murdered and the Dark Lord takes him to raise as his own.

Draco's life changes when he is six, when he finds himself given to a strange green-eyed boy who speaks Parseltongue and casts impossible magic.

Remus's life changes three years later, when a chance meeting proves to him that somehow James and Lily's son is still alive.

Word Count: 89,697 Rating: Mature

Link to Fic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/39560841/chapters/99025950

My Thoughts: Do you want a super possessive Harry? I hadn’t realized I wanted a super possessive Harry until I read this fic. This story re-imagines Harry and Draco’s childhood and weaves an intriguing plot.

Header Art generated by Wombo Dream.

#drarry fic rec #drarry #hpmd #parseltongue #Voldemort raises Harry #OP Harry #possessive harry #remus/sirius #week 41 #2022

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nitefise-art · 3 months

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a twitter follower suggested Victorian outfits and I got carried away

#disco elysium #harry du bois #jean vicquemare #nitefise-art #my art #no context just sad men #and jean being a possessive goblin

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pato-roldnart · 3 months

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Some friendly Quidditch match for @hdwickedwixen zine :3

He caught the snitch!

#here they are!!!!1 #tha last pieces i did for the zine #once again #i don't know how i managed to draw the quidditch equipment #something must had possessed me idk #and if anyone still reads the tags #i wanted to thank you all for all the love and support #you make my day :3 #love you guys #drarry #drarry fanart #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy #pato's art

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aeteut · 5 months

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The love drunk in Remus’s eyes gazing at the prettiest star; he breathes Sirius.

By likeafunerall, and reposted with permission.

#The hair grab #Remus is so possessive always grabbing Sirius like he doesn’t want her to go anywhere #I adore it.#wolfstar #Remus death grip Lupin #sirius black #remus x sirius #remus/sirius #r/s #rlsb #harry potter fanart #likeafunerall #live laf love <3 #Wonderful as always Katya #I’m able to literally feel Remus’s devotion to Sirius surrounding this art.

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blouisparadise · 2 years

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Upon request, here is a second part to our possessive Harry rec list that came out last year. You can find part one here. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Light A Match To Your Fire | Explicit | 3372 words

Louis wears Harry's navy blue blazer during a UAN concert, and Harry fucks him in it backstage.

2) I Push You To The Limits | Explicit | 3846 words

Louis is a brat who likes seeing his boyfriend get jealous and possessive over him.

3) You Help Me Remember | Teen & Up | 10040 words

"Ah yes, that's it! This Niall boy is my new roommate and he Facebook messaged me our floor and room number but I unfortunately forgot what my Facebook password is so I've been forced to go to every apartment door and ask for a Nil Horn and get judged for the past two hours while lugging around my good old luggage here with me but now I've found you! Thank you very much, you're my new hero."

He smiled his heart-melting smile again once he finished rambling and it took every fibre of Harry's being to not smother the boy with kisses and cuddles right in the doorway of his best friend's new apartment.

"Why didn't you just text Niall for the information?"

The boy crinkled his nose in confusion and Harry discreetly checked his pulse to make sure he was still alive.

"Hm, I must have forgotten that that was an option. Silly me."

The boy giggled and Harry realized that love at first sight was not just something you read about in romance novels.

4) End Of The World Tonight | Explicit | 12069 words

“You remember when you told me that you wanted to live with me for the rest of your life?” Louis asks. His voice trembles a bit, exposing exactly how much he hates what he’s about to do. How much he wishes that he wasn’t about to do it.

“I remember,” Harry says. His expression is a little lost, like he thinks that they’re about to have a fight and he’s not sure what they’re supposed to be fighting about. Louis closes his eyes because he has to, has to take a second to regain his courage. He can’t keep doing this. He can’t keep suffering, can’t keep killing himself trying to hide this. He’s ready. He’s been ready for a long time.

5) Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice | Mature | 13487 words

“You’re a fucking brat, you know that,” Harry muttered through clenched teeth, bones already burning with the pure desire and hatred mixing in his body. It was an intoxicating rush of adrenaline and something else that probably came with fucking Louis Tomlinson. He squeezed his neck just a little tighter. “I can’t stand it.”

Their lips were brushing against each other, just moving with the ragged movements of their mouths and harsh breathing.

“You’re a lying piece of shit dickhead,” Louis muttered right back. That was all he did, challenge and nag. He loved to have the last word and Harry let him because he used all his energy to fuck him mindless.

6) Don’t Call Me Angel | Mature | 16648 words

Manhattan is a dangerous playground for the rich and entitled Alphas of New York. Those same wealthy Alphas are robbed after spending one night in the presence of a blue-eyed Omega and Officer Styles is assigned to the case.

7) Let Me Inside | Explicit | 17734 words

Louis is Harry’s boss, but Harry is the boss of Louis

8) Tennis Court | Explicit | 18285 words

Louis and Harry are co-workers and Louis is sure Harry hates him because he always refuses to help him with his heats.

9) I Would Follow You (To the Moon and Back) | Explicit | 20355 words

Everyone has baggage, some people sleepwalk, some have obsessive exes, and others turn into anthropomorphic wolf-like monsters that destroy furniture and run rampant in the forest. Perfectly normal.

10) Thrown To The Wolves | Explicit | 21681 words

Louis is a human living in the Styles' wolf pack who can't stop getting into trouble, and Harry is the soon-to-be alpha who thinks keeping Louis at arm's length is the safest option.

11) Strong Enough To Get Us Wrong | Explicit | 24291 words

Omega Louis have always considered the soulmate etching on his left thigh to be a curse. It takes a world tour, the bustling city of Tokyo, a hike to see Mt. Fuji, some hidden feelings, sea urchin sushi and the alpha he hates most in the world to change him.

12) Lovin' Online | Not Rated | 27627 words

“Huh?” Harry asks, muffled by his forearm. He feels lips on his face and the tip of Louis’ nose against his ear when Louis repeats himself. Brain sluggish with sleep, it takes a moment for him to process the words, but his eyes snap open, and he’s met with darkness. He's got to be dreaming, there’s no way Louis just said what he thinks he said. “What did you say?”

He can see the vague shrug from Louis before he turns around to toss the towel with the pile of their discarded clothes. “Did you say…” he starts slowly, automatically slinging his arm around Louis as he gets back into bed and throws the blankets over them.

“That we should make a sex tape?” Louis asks rather nonchalantly for such a big proposition. He cuddles easily into the warm body and confirms, “Yes, I did.”

13) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

14) Mark My Word (We Gon’ Be Alright) | Explicit | 35524 words

"He’s always known that there would come a time when Harry would bond with some beautiful, quiet omega, and they would have lots of curly-haired pups and live happily ever after.

Knowing it and living it are two very different things, though. Watching the object of your affection desperately search for a mate and completely disregard you as an option is all sorts of painful, but it is what it is, and Louis is just going to have to learn to live with that."

15) Best Colours For Your Portrait | Explicit | 37717 words

Louis bites his lip in, his eyes leaving Harry's face, they are cast low as he takes a deep breath before sighing, "In solitude, I felt the liberty you spoke of."

"But," The omega glances up, his eyebrows twitching as he brings his face closer to Harry's neck to overpower the alpha's scent with his scent, "I mostly felt your absence."

16) Now I Think That I Could Love You Back | Explicit | 94931 words

“I do not care if she banishes me to my chambers for a month or the rest of the year, you two must see reason,” Louis protests, feeling a minor fit coming on. “He is nothing but an insufferable, cocky, cloddish, pitiful excuse for an Alpha, and he deserves to live the rest of his days in solitary, not me.”

“My, my, what an array of abuse. I surely would loath to be this inadequate excuse of an Alpha you speak of, but alas I cannot relate to possessing such deficiency,” a honey-glazed voice drips out from behind Louis, and the omega can feel the steam pouring over, ready to burst out of his already flushed ears.

17) Spoonful Of Sugar | Explicit | 42900 words

Note: This fic has a prequel here.

Louis Tomlinson cares for his family above all else, a fact that’s led him on a twisted path peddling drugs to support them. Just as he’s made the decision to jump ship, Louis gets snared between the two largest crime syndicates in the city. To keep his family safe he’s forced to trust the man that failed to keep his promise two years ago, the resident drug lord he’s unknowingly been working for, Harry Styles.

18) Tastes Like Summer, Smiles Like May | Explicit | 47519 words

A cold prince, an alpha with nothing left to lose and a kingdom with a secret.

19) Thinking About The T-Shirt You Sleep In | Explicit | 52488 words

Harry's alpha fraternity donates to a local thrift shop (because of Liam's latent crush on a cute beta in his lecture). Louis' financial situation (and confusing omega instincts) lead him to make some interesting fashion purchases. Lots of pizza, feelings, and not-really-lying.

20) It’s Golden, Like Daylight | Explicit | 61496 words

A College/ABO/Fake Relationship AU where longtime friends, Harry and Louis, come up with the perfect plan to fake date, which, of course, ends up being a complete disaster.

21) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67429 words

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

22) Swallow The Knife | Explicit | 76168 words

“You came,” Louis says, still breathless, clinging to Harry, uncaring that his sweat is getting all over Harry’s presumably clean dad shirt, or that he’s making Harry hold up all of his weight.

“Of course I came,” Harry says. He shifts, one arm curled underneath Louis’ arse, the other spreading wide in the middle of Louis’ back. “If I ignored you every time you pissed me off we would have stopped being friends a long time ago.”

Louis already knows that, of course. It doesn’t do anything to stop the pleased squirm in his belly every time Harry proves it, though. They fight like nobody’s business, both of them too stubborn to pull their punches when they’re arguing, and it used to get them in trouble, but they always make up.

Adrenaline makes Louis loose-lipped, and they both know it. He tightens his arms around Harry’s neck, buries his face in his hair. “I missed you,” he confesses, quiet. “Doesn’t feel the same up there by myself.”

23) The Wrath of the Emerald Eyes | Mature | 85205 words

His chin is grabbed harshly, facing the two deep green eyes that have been getting on his nerves for the past ten minutes. The smirk on the man's face does not vanish. The grip of his hand on Louis' chin does not soften, his thumb at the side of his lower lip.

His smile widens as he answers Louis' question, ''My name is Styles, but you will call me Captain."

24) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles. Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

25) Cherry Red And Gloomy Blue | Explicit | 94931 words

Summer had never quite been like this before. Yes—it was still sticky, Diletta was the same as always and Louis’ family estate in the Italian countryside hadn’t changed one bit. However, something the young omega would’ve never expected was for a handsome, Italian alpha to completely turn his life upside down—hopefully for the better.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

#bottom louis #top harry #larry #fic recs #possessive harry #blp #blp fic recs

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demieyesore · 6 months

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You - Theodore Nott

Currently listening to Hollywood undead while I write this fanfic, anyways I’m a big whore (unfortunately) and I see that currently my poll is around the same votes for Mattheo and Theo…so this one will be for Theo (since my first fanfic was for Mattheo) and then my next fanfic after this one will be Mattheo x Reader x Theo bc I absolutely love men and poly relationships‼️

Summary - Theo notices someone being too handsy with GN!Reader in class and gets possessive

Warnings / Mentions - Reader is not in a specific house, no use of Y/n, kind of strangers to lovers? Reader is friends with the golden trio, Harry is the one being touchy, Possessive!Theo, Yandere!Theo, Stalker!Theo (but doesn’t really mention anything creepy except claiming the Reader)

I am willing to make a smutty part two of this if anyone wants it and I hope y’all recognize what I’m loosely referencing in this fic at the end LOL

Requested - No

POV - 1st person

Word Count - 1979

I fiddle with my tie, trying to re-adjust the cloth as it hangs loosely around my neck. I had originally loosened it because it had gotten really hot in the class room but that can be expected when you’re working on potions from time to time.

Harry was assigned to be my potions partner. Ron and Hermione were sat next to us as we read off all the needed ingredients.

Harry begins listing the items while counting them on his fingers in 3s. Once he’s mesmerized part of the ingredients, his eyes drift towards me. His eyebrow quirks up when he sees me struggling with my tie.

Immediately he forgets the stuff we need as he reaches over to my tie, gently removing my hands from the area as he re-adjusts it for me. A small blush forms on my face at how close he has gotten. I can very easily see his scar up close and how his glasses are settled on his nose.

Has he always been this pretty?

As if on command, his hands drop from my tie. I look down at his hands and back up as he gives me a cute but awkward looking smile.

The kind of smile you give someone when you realize just how close you are before moving away.

Harry stands and goes to grab the ingredients.

Hermione smiles at me with a grin that just screams, “I told you he liked you.”

I roll my eyes at her, watching as Ron fucks up something in their potion, causing his eyes to go wide. Hermione’s attention is redirected as she hits the back of his head, pushing him over to fix whatever he’s done.

As I wait for Harry, I look around the room. Some people are already done with their potions, some are restarting. And by restarting, I mean that Seamus’ is covered with dust and his hair is everywhere.

Well now I know why it’s so hot in here.

My eyes wander next to him to see the next table of students. At this table, Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott are sitting and just talking.

Looks like they’ve finished their potion.

I realize that Theo is looking at me and quickly look away.

I’ve talked to him a few times before but I really tried to stay away from his friend group. Except Enzo and Blaise, they’re really the only two I get along with well.

Being friends with the golden trio is nice but that just means that Draco’s friend group bitches about it all the damn time.

Harry walks back over, holding a tray in one hand with everything we need. He stands behind me, placing his free hand on my shoulder as he leans over me in order to place the tray on the table.

My eyes widen as a reaction at the touch. It’s not necessarily a touch that most people would think about however, I wasn’t used to people being physical with me.

#TouchStarved, I think to myself before cracking a smile at my own humor.

Theo and Blaise’s table is right behind where Hermione and Ron are sitting so I furrow my eyebrows when I see Theo staring directly at me still.

Ah shit he looks pissed.

I avoid eye contact with him because we all know that a mad Slytherin really isn’t someone you want to be around. Although I can’t help but wonder if he’s pissed at me for something. I never talk to his friends though so there shouldn’t be any problem.

I brush it off as Harry begins speaking.

“Alright. Um- could you hand me that knife?” I nod at his question, grabbing the blade next to me and handing it to him. He nods in appreciation.

Soon enough the potion is done and was a great success. Harry and I were really happy with how it turned out since this would be very important for our grade.

Harry and I smiled at each other and raised our arms, celebrating the victory. Harry’s hands make contact with mine in a double high five. At this I smile even bigger, entwining our hands before he pulls away.

We begin laughing as Ron groans, upset with how his potion was turning out. Hermione rolled her eyes before grinning at the Potter boy and I.

Harry had the greatest idea of standing up from his stool and pulling me to stand with him. Our hands were still locked as he began to make me dance with him. At first we were doing the waltz that we were taught for the Yule ball but after he spinned me, I came back to him and instead of having our hands together, he settled for placing his hands on my hips.

He began using his hands to guide my hips in a very different dance than the waltz.

My hands were around his neck as my hips swayed from the pressure of his hands. And honestly if we were at a party this would seem extremely sexual, but since it’s just Harry and I, it’s platonic fun.

Although it definitely brought yet another blush to my face, but I was like 100% sure that Harry didn’t like me. I think he’s just a very physical person when he becomes close with people.

The Professor looks over at us, staring us down as we both laugh before scrambling away from each other. Rushing to sit down before we got yelled at.

Once the Professor looks away, a note flies over and hits Harry in the glasses. He picks up the note with his eyebrows tensed in confusion. We both look over from where it came from and it was definitely from Theodore Nott.

The only way I could be sure is when I saw him motion for Harry to read the note.

I watch as Harry reads over the words. Clearly becoming more and more confused, stealing glances between me and the note.

“What is it? What’s it say?” I vocalize, inquisitively.

He shakes his head as if he were clearing an echa sketch. But instead of a drawing, he was clearing his thoughts.

“Ah- um- it’s nothing really.” Harry stutters, licking his bottom lip. Which I’ve become aware is one of his nervous signals.

His eyes connect with Theodore, who in return stares back. His stare is clearly more frightening since he has what I like to call “dead eyes”.

Those eyes are absolutely gorgeous but when the light fades from them when he’s pissed, it’s the most terrifying thing.

I make eye contact with Hermione, having a conversation with just our eyes. Asking about what’s happening seeing as the two boys look like they’re holding back to urge to jump the tables and punch each other in the face.

Granger shrugs.

I quickly try to gain control of the situation again by calling the brunettes name. “Harry?”

“Hm?” Instead of breaking eye contact with Nott, he just makes a hum of acknowledgment.

“What’s wrong? What did the note say?” I whisper to him, trying to cover our chat from Theodore.

Potter doesn’t make an effort to say anything, instead he throws the note in front of me to read. I pick up the note and begin reading from left to right.

“Back off from what I’ve been trying to claim.” Is the only sentence written on the piece of parchment.

My mouth drops open in surprise, my mind immediately drawing the dots together like Stiles does in teen wolf.

Man he’s a smart character. But also really stupid.

I get off track with my thinking, refocusing on the important thing at hand.

But honestly, I don’t care all that much. Is that a bad thing?

Now that I know why they’re both death glaring at each other, I can only feel my stomach erupt into butterflies.

I crumple up the note, trying to be sly as I slip it into my pocket but I see as Harry’s jaw clenches and Theo now has a shit eating grin on his face.

It lasts for a couple more seconds before Potter breaks eye contact first, scoffing at the Slytherin. Harry stands abruptly and turns to leave the classroom. Ron following after him as I hear the ginger exclaim, “Bloody hell mate!”

Hermione and I look at each other again, an expression on our faces that is making it very evident that we both thought that was attractive.

Like oh my god, two guys getting jealous and possessive over me.

Perhaps it is wrong to find it attractive but I love feeling wanted.

Class soon ends after that, Harry and Ron never returning back for anything. Hermione is left to pick up after them while I exit the class. Hermione agreed to cleaning up, knowing that my next class is basically across the school and with all the moving staircases and students. It’s just torture to arrive on time.

I walk as swiftly as I can, dodging people and walking between random people in order to reach my destination.

But before I reach my class, a hand is promptly placed on my upper back. I look over my shoulder to see Theodore standing tall over me. His hand still resting on the small of my back, showing his possessive and dominant side. Practically towering over me as he guides me over to a private area.

Which happened to be a janitor’s closet. He opened the door and gently but still roughly shoved me inside. He steps in after me, clicking the lock.

I was about to speak up but he cut me off.

“I want to make you mine.” He said with a completely straight face as he put it bluntly. His voice low and deep as he kept eye contact with me.

I froze with my eyes wide as a small smirk formed on his lips.

“What? Cats got your tongue, Amore Mio”

Oh okay that got me a little bit.

I feel a small wave of attraction wash over me, something so intense for just a moment it could visually be seen in my eyes.

“Oh oh ohhhh, you like it when I speak Italian don’t you, Dolcezza?” He inquires, his eyes searching my face for some kind of a reaction as a smile grows on him.

And the answer to that question is 1000% yes but why would I admit that???

Unfortunately my body betrays me as I swallow anxiously, giving him the flustered response he was hoping for.

He could literally be calling me a cunt in Italian and I wouldn’t know except based on his tone but I would still find it attractive.

His captivating eyes look down at my lips as he closes the space between us. He slowly looks back up into my eyes as he gets on his knees in front of me.

Oh I like that too.

Theo grabs my arm gently, placing a kiss on my inner wrist as he still keeps eye contact.

My stomach flips and I shuffle a little closer to him.

“Can I kiss you?” He questions, and holy shit I swear to god if he doesn’t look away I will because his eyes are literally hypnotic.

I nod but it’s not enough for him. His eyes are trained on me, pulling me down to be level with his height.

“Words.” Is all he says. Yet it’s such a powerful thing for me to hear right now.

“Yes, yes you can kiss me.” My face heats up, I turn my head away from him out of embarrassment. But he just grabs my face with his hands, aligning the kiss.

He hovers over my lips for a moment,

“If I wasn’t about to kiss you, I would’ve beat Harry bloody for the way he touched you.”

And just like that, our lips meet.

#slytherin boys #theo nott x y/n #theo nott x you #theodore nott x you #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #yandere theodore nott #theodore nott #harry potter #possessive #stalker #yandere #lorenzo zurzolo

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Mad

Warnings: possessive Harry (like whoa), d/s dynamics

Draco was in the middle of a bloody sentence when he felt a hand on his hip. He was talking about something important, Merlin’s sake—something about—elves—oh, to hell with it, now he couldn’t remember. Couldn’t focus on anything. Only the hand, warm and proprietary on his expensive suit. Draco raised his eyes in contempt, glaring speech on the ready, but it died down when he saw the face behind him; Harry looked miserable.

Excusing them both in front of… whoever it was Draco had been speaking to, he dragged him to the hallway, lit by a thousand floating candles. Draco didn’t spare the decorations one glance.

“What is it?”

Harry took a deep breath, eyebrows arched so high they quivered. “You—you—”

“What?”

“You don’t,” he shook his head, and it took this long for Draco to realise this was anger, the way his whole body trembled. “You’ve been—bloody Gibberson half the night—chatting away with him—”

He swallowed once, twice. Still couldn’t control his voice. “You can’t be serious.”

“And Andrews too. The way—they look at you, Draco!”

“Is that illegal?”

Harry growled. “Fucking Percy put his hand on you.”

Draco was completely, completely lost for words, so his hands flying in the air then hitting his thighs was the only sound for a while. “We were dancing!”

“Too close.” Suddenly he advanced, wild cat on the loose, all the pounce and none of the mercy he was so famous for. “Too. Close.”

“You have some bloody nerve,” Draco said, but he found his voice cracking, flat against the wall. “Harry. Calm the hell down.”

“No,” fuck, fuck, fuck, “You have to—you promised. Mine, Draco.”

Fuck. “You—of course, that’s not, that’s got nothing to do with it!”

One finger dug into his waistcoat in accusation. “They… touching you. All night. Looking at you like—like they could have you.”

“They can’t very well fucking have me,” Draco spat, hysterical and outraged and, “Harry, you idiot. No one can have me. I choose to let you—what I do with you, it’s my choice.”

“You’re mine,” Harry repeated, and the finger trailed up to Draco’s neck, drawing a faint line around it. Draco found he couldn’t swallow anymore. “Chose me.”

“Yes, you shithead.”

“I can’t…” Harry rubbed his eyes with one free hand. The other was still on Draco’s neck. “Fuck. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Breathe,” Draco croaked, and tried to take his own advice. “Breathe. It’s all right. I’m here.”

“Here.” Harry’s face was getting very close to his own. Draco could smell it on him, the arousal, his need. Musky and overpowering. He whined when Draco leaned in further to whisper in his ear.

“Right here.”

“Draco…”

“Shh. You listen to me now.” Even if his voice contained barely a smidgen of its usual bravado. “I’m going to have to talk to other people again, okay? Sometimes maybe even let them touch me.”

“Humph,” Harry grunted, made a face like the words hurt.

“I said, listen. That doesn’t mean I want them to… that I wouldn’t want. You. To be—you know.”

Harry somehow managed to beg in a growl. “Say it.”

“Yours,” Draco huffed, like he didn’t want to scream it from every fucking rooftop. “To be yours, Harry.”

He nodded against his nose, eyes closed, entranced and entirely at his mercy. Even with his hand closed around Draco’s bloody throat. “Fuck.”

Draco’s mouth twisted, surprisingly, into a smile. “Not here, you goon.”

“Let me take you home,” Harry whined. “Please. I need to—let me.” Soft lips came to nip at his collarbone, because Harry was a son of a bitch who knew him far too well.

“Oh,” Draco thumped his head back against the wall, relishing in the pressure tightening around him. “Okay. Stop, you can’t… do that… here… fuck, Harry.”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Wait—wait,” Draco pushed him away, boring into his eyes with all that was left of his might. “I need to hear it too.”

Harry laughed, the evil bastard. “Of course I’m fucking yours. There’s only you.”

Good enough. Draco Apparated them off, breathless and sweaty and madly, entirely, outrageously his.

#drarry #fic #possessive Harry #d/s dynamics #700 words #RockingRobin69

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