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evergone · 10 months

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Theodore Nott General + Dating HCs

Theodore Nott x reader

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol, nudity, swearing.

Description: General and dating headcanons.

Smokes mostly when he’s anxious or angry (or any other negative emotion) rather than as a recreational activity.

Has tried to quit, but never sticks with it.

A big fighter — hates it when people talk shit about you or his friends and is almost always the one to start fights.

So protective of you it’s not even funny, and Blaise and Draco are always there to back him up when he fights for your honour or whatever.

Physical touch and quality time are his two biggest love languages because he didn’t get much of that when he was growing up. After that its gift giving, acts of service, and words of affirmation (he’s not a big talker).

Always has to be touching you in someway, be that linked pinkies or you sitting on his lap.

If you’re a legimens he always wants you to be reading his mind so you can see how pretty you are.

Argues with Hermione Granger’s annotations in the library books and forces you to take his side even when you think he’s wrong because “you’re [his] girlfriend and therefore you have to be on [his] side.”

Doesn’t personally wear glasses but loves to try on yours if you wear them — especially if you’re really blind.

Loves it when you read to him (he just loves the sound of your voice).

Prefers essays and non-fiction to fiction.

Is surprisingly good with kids. If you have siblings then they’re probably obsessed with him.

Not a big pet name user because he likes the sound of your name but when he’s drunk or feeling particularly soppy he’ll call you ‘lovey’ and occasionally ‘baby’ or ‘babe.’

Doesn’t mind being called pet names, but also prefers his name. He just adores being called ‘Teddy.’

He swears he doesn’t have a best friend, but everyone likes to assume they’re his best friend which can be a bit difficult when someone mentions this (“I’m literally his best friend, Blaise, what the fuck?” “He barely even likes you, Pansy!” “He doesn’t like either of you, I’m his best friend.” “Shut up, Draco, I’m his girlfriend and therefore his best friend.”)

In actuality, his best friend is probably Madam Pince.

So smart its not even funny. He’s coming in the top three ranks for every class he takes.

Also has no time for stupid people. If someone can’t keep up with his brain than he just won’t talk to them ever again.

Never wants to be a Death Eater and when Draco told him that he was, Theo didn’t talk to him for a week.

Has read almost every book in the library.

Sometimes reads muggle books as a sly form of rebellion against his father.

His favourite book is one you bought him for his birthday.

Doesn’t really like animals all that much but if you have one he’ll tolerate it (the kind of guy to say ‘no’ to getting a puppy and then gets it for you but ends up as the puppy’s biggest fan, like, buying a million different dog beds and including it in family photos).

Loves to take baths with you, especially if you let him wash you or you wash him.

You’d think his favourite place at school would be the library, but its actually his dorm. He loves it when you stay with him for the night — mostly because he likes to hold you, but partly because he likes when everyone gets to see you walking out of there in the morning.

Has a million photos of you up on the walls of his dorm and his bedroom at home.

His favourite pastime is taking you shopping.

Prefers to hang out at the shops with you, Pansy, Daphne and Millicent (and sometimes Astoria) than staying behind with the boys because he gets to pay for all your stuff.

Dresses better than anyone in the school and expects you to dress just as well.

Takes you to every event he’s invited to because he’s a little more popular than you.

Definitely doesn’t think or know he’s popular though. He thinks he’s such a little recluse that nobody really knows who he is, but everyone knows him and so many people think he’s incredibly cool. Draco and Blaise make a point not to let him know this so he doesn’t get a big head.

Doesn’t know how to cook so you try your best to teach him.

Loves everything you make for him.

His favourite type of music is vocal jazz.

The two of you didn’t have a secret relationship per se, but neither of you told anyone when you started going out and just let everyone figure it out using context clues (Daphne and Pansy were so offended that you didn’t tell them and will never forgive you for this).

If you weren’t already a part of his friend group, he wouldn’t put in any effort to introduce you to them because he’s not a sociable person himself, but Draco, Pansy, Blaise and Daphne would have all included you so quickly.

Hates taking you home with him because his father is such an arse, much prefers your home (especially if your half-blood or muggle born).

Is so intrigued by muggle things, would have loved muggle studies if his father let him take it as a class.

If your family are very aligned with your cultural heritage he does everything in his power to learn about it. He loves dressing in your traditional dress.

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kaiyatoast · 3 months

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slytherin boys and the 5 love languages

characters: blaise zabini, draco malfoy, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, tom riddle w/c: 865

Blaise Zabini -

Acts of Service: He'll tie your shoelaces for you, help you into your coat, and hold a hand out for you when you're stepping over something. Giving Gifts: He's a bougie man. He has taste. He'll buy you jewelry that you'll actually wear (not those tacky pink heart ones)

Quality Time: The two of you enjoy being together, even if you aren't doing anything together. You guys would work on your own homework together. Words of Affirmation: He's not the type to shout that he loves you on top of the table during dinner. What he'll do is bend down into your ears to whisper how much he loves you, how much he treasures you, how much he cherishes you

Physical touch: KING OF HAND KISSES!! He'll kiss the back of your hand and follow it up with running his thumb along your knuckles.

Draco Malfoy -

Acts of Service: He'll show you that he's serious about you by planning vacations for you that you'll both enjoy. If you're feeling stressed, he'll bring you to a relaxing spa getaway. If he wants to make up to you for something (or simply spoil you), he'll bring you to a vacation in Prague.

Giving Gifts: He likes showing off his wealth. He'll get you jewelry with the shiniest diamond. He has all that money and he likes spending it on you.

Quality Time: He'll go shopping with you, or any other activities that you enjoy doing. He might not like it, but all that matters is doing that you enjoy with you. Words of Affirmation: He's tells you that he loves you often. You'll never go a day without him telling you that he loves you. Whether he's telling you face to face, or if he's sending you a note, he wants you to know how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He likes holding your hand. He like sit when he can feel your fingers between his and your palm flat against his. He thinks that it's one of the most intimate things ever.

Mattheo Riddle -

Acts of Service: If you're exhausted, he'll carry you to bed. He'll do your entire skincare routine for you, followed by a soft kiss to the top of your head.

Giving Gifts: He'll get you your favourite flowers every week without fail. He'll pass you notes in class. If you started to get interested in knitting, he'll get your needles and yarns without you saying anything.

Quality Time: He loves being with you in his dorm. You don't even need to do anything. He's just happy to be in your presence. Words of Affirmation: He likes making you laugh, and that's when he'll tell you he loves you. He loves you all the time, but seeing you smile and hearing you laugh, he feels like his heart might explode if he doesn't tell you how much he loves you.

Physical touch: He loves kissing your forehead. Before you, all his relationships were purely physical, and kissing you on the forehead is his way of showing you how much he loves you in a non-sexual way.

Theodore Nott -

Acts of Service: He'll always have an extra hair tie on him for you. He'll also have period products in his bag, as well as stuff like eyedrops for you since he knows you get dry eyes.

Giving Gifts: Whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, he'll get it. It could be something as small as a bookmark, because he remembered that you were running out of bookmarks.

Quality Time: He loves spending time with you at the astronomy tower, watching the stars. Words of Affirmation: He loves Loves LOVES telling you that he loves you in Italian. He complements you in Italian so much that that's the only Italian words you know. You have no idea how to ask someone how their day is in Italian, but you know how to tell them that you want to drown in their eyes.

Physical touch: Believe me when I say that he's very physical. He's always touching you. He'll have an arm around your shoulders, waist, anywhere he can get his hand on.

Tom Riddle -

Acts of Service: He knows exactly what you need and he'll always have it on hand, like an extra quill or a cup of your favourite drink.

Giving Gifts: He needs his girl to have the best of everything. When he gets you a gift, it's the best possible version. He always gets you exactly what you want and he'll never scrimp on you.

Quality Time: He's a busy man, but he'll always have time for you. He wants to hear from you how your day has been, and to unwind from the day by being around you, soaking in your presence. Words of Affirmation: This is honestly something that he struggles with, but you'll hear him whisper that he treasures you when you are about to fall asleep.

Physical touch: In public, he'll have his hand on your thigh or waist possessively, but when it's just the two of you, he's softer. He'll brush your hair from your face. He also likes to hold your face, admiring you and wondering how he got so lucky.

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iamnmbr3 · 2 months

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What’s you favorite Drarry 8th year fanfic? Mine is Aftershocks on AO3, if you haven’t read it I highly recommend this fic! It has 47 chapters, so book long, but it’s amazing and it also has really cool magic and plot development and well as Drarry development!

oooh! I haven't read that one but will check it out when I get a chance. Linked here if anyone else wants to check it out too.

Off the top of my head some 8th year fics I have enjoyed are listed below. Special shoutout to At Your Service which is really excellent and truly feels like an immersive book 8 experience where drarry also happens.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 95,752 | rating: E )

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Storm in a Teacup by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 7,954 | rating: M)

For reasons he'd rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter's hair. This cannot end well.

Take Into the Air (My Quiet Breath) by GuardianMira (rating: T | words: 11,725 )

Draco is dying of Hanahaki Disease. Serves him right, Harry thinks.

Candy by bixgirl1 (rating: M | workds: 5,858 )

It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities.

hello goodbye ('twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars (rating: T | words: 4,807)

Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake. - Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo

#asks #fic rec #drarry #Harry Potter #drarry fic rec

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sitp-recs · 8 months

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Top five: sexiest Dracos😌🫡😏

Right away dear sir/madam, I live to serve 🫡

To me sexy Draco = competent + confident Draco, I Iove seeing him tough, bossy and comfortable in his own skin. Some faves in no particular order (except for #1 on both sides, I am right and I should say it):

Drarry:

1. Far From the Tree by aideomai (and @bluebutter-art can - and did - prove it!)

2. Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre

3. When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by Femme

4. I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore

5. Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by Tessa Crowley

Underrated bonus: draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss

Rare pairs:

1. Ultimate DILF Draco by birds: Euphoria & Unguarded (Dralbus)

2. To the Vagaries of the Young by secretsalex. Cw: dubcon (Dralbus)

3. Toeing the Line by @shiftylinguini (Tedrarry)

4. A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (Dralbus)

5. A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by @wellhalesbells (Dron)

#asks #anon #top five things

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draco-dormiens · 5 months

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty Two

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

warnings: strong language, angst, alcohol use (characters are 18+)

wc: 3375

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One Hell of a Dinner Party

"So, Draco, your mother tells us you've taken a fancy to Ministry work," Mr Greengrass asks the young Malfoy heir from across the long dark wood table, between them a feast for at least a hundred people laid out by house elves scuttering to and fro, "fine place, the Ministry. Well, under the correct management, that is."

The man laughs, as Lucius joins purely out of politeness. Draco, too, manages a small laugh, as he pushes the food around his plate.

"Well, I've been thinking about that, yes," he answers, Astoria gazing at him from across the way, Daphne on her umpteenth glass of wine, "but I also like medicine, sir, so maybe a job at St. Mungo's."

"St. Mungo's, you say?" the older gentlemen looks over at this wife, Mrs Greengrass, who cuts her food into pea size pieces, and gives her an rather unreadable look, "very noble of you son, to want to help others, but what about the pay, and the hours? Not a very suitable job for a family man, wouldn't you agree, Lucius?"

"Ah, well, we have always told Draco he may choose whatever profession he would like," Lucius goes on to explain, dabbing the corners of his mouth with his napkin, "I'm sure, once he has climbed up the ranks, he will have more flexibility with the job."

Mr Greengrass scoffs amusingly.

"And how long would that take, Lucius? Narcissa, surely you would prefer Draco to choose a much more stable profession? There are plenty of places in accounting at the Ministry, I can always put a good word in for your boy." said Mr Greengrass.

Draco clenches his fist under the table. If it wasn't for his mother breathing down his neck, he would've given old Greengrass a piece of his mind. Astoria, like a deer in the headlights, looks between the adults with a nervous disposition.

"The offer is very much appreciated, isn't it, dear?" Narcissa then speaks up, looking over at Draco with a desperate sort of look in her eyes. Draco, already fed up and even more so now Mr Greengrass had voiced his opinion, takes a deep breath and forces a smile onto his face.

"Tell me, Mr Greengrass," Draco said in the most sarcastic tone he could muster, Daphne shaking her head at him in the corner of his eye in an attempt to stop whatever he was thinking about saying, "you've been at the Ministry for some time now. How do you find sleeping at night?"

"Right, how about some dessert?" Narcissa says very loudly, chair legs scraping along the dining room floor as she begins gathering plates and passing them to the tiny house elf, "I made the most delicious looking pavlova. Mrs Greengrass, care for some? Tea or coffee, anyone?"

Her voice seemed to be getting higher in pitch as she spoke, the tension now thick and rather unpleasant. Within a few minutes, the table was cleared and in floated several mouth-watering desserts. Along with Narcissa's pavlova, there was freshly baked strawberry cheesecake, double chocolate fudge cake and boats of pouring cream and custard. As the dessert settled on the tables service, talk of school began, and Draco's mind started to drift far away from the conversation around him.

"We are so proud of Astoria," Mrs Greengrass boasts, helping herself to the thinnest slice of cheesecake the world has ever seen, "we have full faith she will come out with top marks. Such a clever and interesting young woman."

Daphne snorts quietly as she indulges in chocolate cake, Draco meeting her eyes with a small smirk tugging at his lips. Astoria gives her sister a stern look. Their mother then changes the subject to Draco's school days, much to his dismay.

"Astoria tells us that you're rather sporty, Draco," Mrs Greengrass then asks, picking at her cheesecake, "she says you've taken up Quidditch this year?"

"He's always played Quidditch, Ma," Daphne rolls her eyes, "can't you remember?"

"The best seeker Slytherin has seen in years," Astoria speaks loudly over her sister, "Madam Hooch even says so. Thanks to him Slytherin have done extremely well this year."

"Isn't that wonderful, dear?" Mrs Greengrass says to Mr Greengrass, who hums in agreement as his mouth is full of pavlova, "and have you always liked playing Quidditch, dear?"

Draco clears his throat.

"I had a break in sixth year," he explains, all eyes now on him, "but I recently got back into it," he pauses for a moment, glancing at the six people around the table, "a good friend of mine helped me regain my passion for it."

Astoria choked a little on her dessert, before gulping down a glass of water.

"It's always nice to have good friends around you," Mrs Greengrass smiles, "does your friend also play Quidditch? Is he into sport?"

"She doesn't play, no," Draco smiles, the thought of you making his evening feel a little lighter. Daphne excuses herself to use the restroom, sensing the rise in tension as her mother's eyes widen to the size of the dessert plates.

"She?" Mrs Greengrass repeats in a sort of strained voice.

"Draco, why don't you tell Mr and Mrs Greengrass about your potions classes this year? You've thoroughly enjoyed them, haven't you?" Narcissa nudges Draco's leg under the table harshly, glaring at him over her cheesecake and cream.

"Do you have many friends, Draco?" Mrs Greengrass asks, shrugging off Narcissa, her face souring even though she was trying her best to keep a smile on her face. Mr Greengrass, oblivious to the current topic, was talking Lucius' ear off about his recent investment at the Ministry.

Draco grits his teeth, remembers what he's enduring this for, and lays down his fork.

"No, ma'am," he digs his nails into his knee to ease some of the frustration, Astoria staring at him with such intensity he almost feels his skin burning, "I'm afraid I don't mix all that well."

"He's being modest," Astoria laughs awkwardly, "Draco has many friends. Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini; you remember them, Mummy?"

She hums, and takes a miniscule bite of cheesecake.

Once dessert was over, the plates were cleared and in came the pots of tea and coffee, floating on silver trays with small, sugared biscuits on each coaster. A teacup was given to each of them, followed by their choice with cream or milk. Small talk passed the time, as Draco contemplated his entire existence in his cup of tea. In his pocket sits the little velvet box, a rock nestled in a silver band inside, waiting to be placed on Astoria's long, pale finger. He catches her line of vision when he looks up, and she smiles over her cup. He smiles back, and the guilt of his unrequited feelings starts to make him feel nauseous.

As soon as tea and coffee was finished, Narcissa leads the guests back to the drawing room, where fresh bottles of wine and glasses had been placed on a golden tray in the centre of the coffee table. The fire was smoldering, as even in the summer, the large rooms of Malfoy Manor rarely heat up enough. Conversation starts once more, and the time for Draco's proposal creeps ever closer. He could feel his parents eyes on him every second, any time he refilled Astoria's glass with sparkling grape presse and her fingers brushed his, even when he shuffled slightly in his seat. The anticipation was clearly killing them. Even Mrs Greengrass jolted when he moved. It seemed everyone was eager, except for him. Daphne became topic of conversation for a while, Narcissa asking her twenty questions from her job search to her love life.

"I just love wizarding fashion, Mrs Malfoy," Daphne explains, playing with the ends of her golden, silky hair. Daphne was always beautiful, but Blaise had long made his interests known for the eldest Greengrass daughter, "Madam Malkin has been so kind as to let me help her around the shop, only to get some experience. I want to be a steam stress eventually, and design my own tasteful gowns for young witches."

"And what about Pansy?" Draco hears his mother ask, and his heart drops to his feet upon remembering what Pansy had witnessed, "do you still see one another? I have invited the family over to the manor a few times. Lovely girl, isn't she, Draco?"

"Uh, yeah," Draco nods, trying to sound genuine, "she was always... around, right, Daph?"

Daphne stifles a laugh.

"Indeed she was," Daphne agrees, and then smirks devilishly, "I think the reason for that was her... what shall we call it... interest, in you, Dray."

"Interest. Sure." Draco sips on his wine as Daphne turns her head to chuckle. It would seem Pansy knew better than to blab about her findings that night; she may be a lot of things, Pansy Parkinson, but being disloyal to Draco didn't seem to be one of them. She knew, just as well as he did, that Draco knew her all too well. There were a fair few things he was sure her parents would be interested to find out about their precious Pansy.

"Would anyone care for a drink in the garden?" Narcissa then asks, giving Draco a knowing look, "Draco, why don't you take Astoria to see my flower beds and wait for us to join you?"

This was the moment he'd been dreading. In his mother's letter, she strictly said to be prepared for when she offers the Greengrasses a drink in the garden. That was the perfect time, she said, to get down on one knee. As Astoria's parents walk out into the courtyard, surrounded by Narcissa's immaculate flower beds, Draco would be asking for their daughter's hand in marriage. How romantic, his mother had written, under the summer moon. It will be spectacular.

How scripted, more like, is what Draco thought.

A sudden cold sweat dripped down Draco's back. He grips the little box in his pocket, and for a long moment, doesn't respond to what his mother was asking of him. He didn't realise how long he'd been standing there, slack-jawed, until Narcissa cleared her throat loudly and gave him a look only a mother could.

"Oh, uh, yes, I can do that," he then rushes out, and holds out a clammy hand for Astoria to take, "please, let me lead the way."

She takes his hand without haste. Draco, silently, takes the girl out of the drawing room and through the house, all the while gripping the box in his pocket. Astoria, not sure what to make of Draco's strange behaviour, remains just as quiet, her heels clicking along the tiled floors and echoing in the stale air. As they neared the glass doors leading to the courtyard, they pass the staircase leading up to the room which Draco took you to. The one with the big window that seems to look out at the entire universe. He stops, dead in his tracks, and stares at the doorway.

"I was just thinking how big the world is, you know?" you had said, and he remembers looking across at you and thinking how nice you looked. How pretty you were, and how ignorant he was for never noticing that, "like, all those little specs in the sky are something, and we're just here. Looking up at them. A small piece in a big puzzle."

He recalls thinking that your mind must be a rather interesting place, to come out with something as deep as that. But then you asked him, perhaps the most complicated question he'd ever heard, and if he thinks about it, if you were to ask him now, his answer would be completely different.

"Have you ever loved anyone?"

He remembers, his answer was no. And he was quite confident in that answer, but now...

Now he had tasted what it felt like to crave someone, to want their presence even in the most mundane moments. When he's alone in bed at night. When he's reading in silence. When he's needing a comforting word or someone to lean on.

"Draco?" Astoria's voice sounds distant, "are you alright?"

A tidal wave of memories came rushing back to him. Christmas. Watching the stars, playing chess in the Astronomy tower. Burning potions. Arguing. The moment you threw that silly little drawing into the fire. All those nights you spent listening to him ramble on about constellations. The taste of your lips and the feeling of your hand in his. How, no matter how much he tries, he simply cannot be without you. A piece of him was forever missing.

"Draco," Astoria shakes him a little, worry plastered all over her face when he finally snaps out of it and faces her, "what's wrong? You went rigid and pale. Are you feeling well?"

"I, uh..." he begins, but the words get stuck, and suddenly the long corridor is suffocating, the air is thin and his suit is uncomfortable, "need some air."

He rushes off without her, loosening his tie and running a hand through his neat hair. Astoria hurries after him, calling for him to slow down, to tell her what was wrong. As he approaches the courtyard doors, he pushes them open with so much force that the glass rattles in the panes. The cooler night air hits him like a bludger to the head, and for the first time in an extremely long time, one thing was so strong and clear in his mind that everything else was getting lost within it, and his strength was returning to his spent and beaten soul.

"I can't do this," he says, as Astoria comes to a halt behind him, panting slightly, "I... can't do this. I see it now. All this time I've... What the fuck am I doing?"

Astoria doesn't say anything, instead, she merely comes to stand beside him. For a long moment, they just stand in silence.

"Draco," Astoria then breaks it, and Draco's watery eyes meet hers, "we both know what is expected of us tonight. Right now, as we stand here, they are waiting for the right time to witness our engagement. Even Daphne sussed it."

"Astoria," Draco's quiet voice says, "I can't-"

"Do you believe in soul mates, Draco?" Astoria continues, but Draco can't seem to find an answer. The pretty brunette continues anyway, "because I do. I believe it's not our hearts that yearn for another, but our souls. I like to think, that somewhere out there, a soul wanders this earth looking for its other half... it's soul mate."

She then turns to face him fully, a gust of wind ruffling her long brown locks. A smile graces her features, and she gently places her hand on his face.

"I want you to know, whatever you chose to do tonight, I understand," she whispers to him, "because the other half of my soul is still out there... but you, Draco, you have found yours."

"What are you saying, 'Storia?" Draco mutters, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, "you've always been so adamant that this is what needs to happen. Why the sudden change of heart?"

She shrugs.

"It's true, that I'd be happy to marry you, Draco," she admits freely, "but seeing you tonight, how stressed you've been, how unsettled throughout dinner. Why should someone make you feel that way? No matter what way you look at it, you are unhappy. We would marry, and you would still be unhappy. You'd learn to live with it, because that's the kind of man you are. Monogamous and faithful," she retracts her hand and looks out over the garden, "when you stopped back there, you were thinking of her, weren't you?"

"I feel so terrible," he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut, "why is this happening?"

"I want you to understand that I will never think ill of you, Draco," Astoria reassures him, "I don't think I ever could. If you walk away now, then I will not stop you. If you chose to stay and marry me, then I can only ask that you learn to live with your decision, and we make the best out of this situation. You have a choice. I never should have made you think otherwise. It was wrong of me."

A choice. Draco has never been presented with one of those before. He takes a deep, shaky breath and then remembers Grangers words. He remembers the dinner at Weasleys, the chance that Granger had taken the liberty to offer him, and as if a fire was lit from under him, courage and warmth spread throughout his entire body.

"Astoria," he says firm and serious, turning his entire body to face her fully, and takes her hands in his, "I want you to know that I have always and will always wish you happiness. You will make someone very happy one day, I'm absolutely certain of it, but mostly," he presses a quick kiss to her hand, "I thank you, for giving me something no one ever has before."

"What's that?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

"A choice," he whispers, and she smiles a teary smile.

"Go to your soul mate, Draco," she tells him, "and don't look back, you understand?"

He pulls her into his embrace, squeezes her as if his life depends on it, and backs away before breaking into a sprint across the garden. If he was to make it, he at least had to apparate to Weasleys before the night was over. But first, he had to get as far away from the manor as he could. Behind him, he could hear the commotion, and Mr Greengrasses furious voice bellowing.

"What do you mean he's gone?" the man shouts, Astoria's calmer voice trying to explain the situation best she could. Draco hid behind a large oak tree, far enough away to apparate safely. As he catches his breath, he hears Mrs Greengrass uncontrollably sobbing and wailing into the night like a hurt animal.

"Stood up! Our precious Astoria! You should be ashamed Narcissa, ashamed I tell you!"

"It's not like that!" Astoria's voice yelled, causing the ruckus to seize, "this is a mutual decision, mother."

"Our son would never do this without reason, Mrs Greengrass, please be assured," Narcissa tries to quell the situation, "there has to be a perfectly good explanation."

"He's in love with someone else," Daphne puts simply, and gasps from all around are heard throughout the night, "he has to be. Silly boy thinks he's hiding it well. Couldn't be more obvious if he said it out right."

"With who, exactly?" Narcissa asks frantically, "not once has he mentioned..." she trails off, remembering a slice of conversation between them, a small detail she should have paid much more mind to, when he asked "Would you and father resent me?"

"Narcissa!" Mr Greengrass says abruptly, "explain this mess or so help me-"

"If you speak to my wife in that tone again, Mr Greengrass, I think you may need to leave." Lucius says coolly, coming to stand before the man, who was much smaller in comparison.

"No need to worry, Lucius, as we are very much leaving," Mr Greengrass flares his nostrils, "girls, get your coats. Never again are we stepping foot in this house."

Mrs Greengrass, still sobbing and wailing, follows her husband back through the house. Daphne politely thanks Narcissa and Lucius with a sympathetic smile. As Astoria passes, she thinks twice about saying something, and then double backs on herself.

"Mr and Mrs Malfoy," she calls back, and they both turn to face her, "Draco may not want me to intervene, but I must say this," She pauses, looking back as her father calls for her, "he has tried, for many months now, to gather the courage to marry how you wish. He has battled with his true feelings and the fear of disappointing you. Even I, and I realise now I had no place, tried to convince him that he must follow this path, and not the one he chooses for himself," another furious call from Mr Greengrass and Astoria begins backing away towards the glass doors, "please, if there's one thing I can ask of you, it's that you hear him out. Please."

"ASTORIA, IF YOU DON'T GET HERE RIGHT NOW-"

"Please, listen to him," are her final words as shes rushing back through the doors and out of sight, leaving Narcissa and Lucius in a state of utter confusion.

And just over the way, behind the large oak tree, Draco successfully apparates to the Weasley's home.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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drarryspecificrecs · 5 months

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2023.12 ~ Top 5 longest fics posted on AO3

1. The Man Who Forgot by @slightweasel [E, 250k]

►After ten years of marriage, Harry forgets. The more things change, the more Draco Malfoy is still up to something.

2. Conjuring Cupid by @sugarplum-senpai [M, 89k]

►Two decades after Hogwarts, Harry's toy shop is ready for the busiest season of the year. Bolstered with an ever-growing work list, plenty of tea, and a sentient puppet always looking for mischief, his life is full. Still, at the end of the day, he’s lonely, and as the boy who lived his search looking for a match is disastrous. When his friends register him for an anonymous dating service, he’s unconvinced. Then again, maybe not knowing each other’s faces right away might just give him everything he’s longing for.

3. City of Quartz by ladygoodman [M, 57k]

►[...] It's 2012, and the granddaughter of Celestina Warbeck is pronounced dead at her home in Los Angeles. Auror Harry Potter finds the case file a little too familiar with other celebrity deaths cropping up all over the UK. The Dark Mark is making an appearance on young witches and wizards as well. There are only a few former Death Eaters who haven't been locked away in Azkaban, and Draco Malfoy is one of them. On that suspicion, Harry follows his tracks all the way to sunny Los Angeles, where he's faced with an entirely new caliber of celebrity culture. Who is Caelum West? How is he mixed in with all of this? And why does he look exactly like Draco Malfoy?

4. Nervous? by @invisible-nerd-girl [T, 46k]

►Harry gets drunk at a party, only to remember a game he over heard muggles talking about. He ends up playing with Draco who doesn't back down. Much to his surprise, it doesn't end there.

5. If I win, lose, or draw, there’s a winner in us all by MystMelody [E, 41k]

►Sixteen years ago, Harry and his England team suffered World Cup heartbreak following an agonisingly close loss at the hands of a single, incorrect umpiring decision. Many years and two World Cup victories later, and Harry is (mostly) sure that he has moved on. As Harry’s final tournament before retirement looms, he is confident that his team have what it takes to lift the trophy a third time - no matter what anyone else might say. Especially Malfoy, who has reinvented himself as a successful Quidditch reporter and seems determined to write as many awful things about the team as possible. [...]

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The Lost Boy by @youhavemyswordandmybow [M, 17k]

Dark Artistry by @sightedkarma [E, 26k]

The infallibility of unicorn hair by mindor [E, 18k]

Just Exist by Kendra_Storm [T, 32k]

More than a Legend by @romaine2424 [M, 17k]

New Beginnings Taste Sweet (Daffodils) by corazon_san [T, 18k]

O Come, All Ye Faithful by toomuchplor [E, 19k]

Secrets Undone (the Lightning Order) by @xx-thedarklord-xx [M, 39k]

Spoils of War by instead_of_sleeping [E, 30k]

What happened at Christmases by ProseMary [?, 15k]

You're Scrooged, Draco Malfoy by @fencer-x [M, 27k]

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25 Days of Draco and Harry 2023 | @slythindor100

Frottage Cottage FFF

H/D Erised 2023 | @hd-erised

Harry/Draco Owlpost 2023 | @hdowlpost

Wheel of Drarry Mini-Exchange Secret Santa 2023 | @drarrymicrofic

Dark Festivus Gift Exchange 2023 | @harrypotterfesthub

Fanatical Fam Fic Exchange 2023

HP Festival of Stars 2023 | @hpfestofstars

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basiatlu · 9 months

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what are your favorite drarry fics? :)

I will only pick 7 and it might not really be my top seven to be fair as I’ve read probably hundreds. I’ve only just a few days ago gotten an ao3 account so I can save them yeesh. So here are 7 Drarry fics I’ve read and immensely enjoyed!!

In no particular order:

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound // E rating, Auror partners

An Issue of Consequence by faithwood // E rating, 8th Year setting

Slithering by astolat // E rating, set soon after DH

Azoth by zeitgesistic // E rating, hogwarts apprentice partners in Alchemy

Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid // T - E rating, an epic and completed canon rewrite concerning Draco going back in time to before his 1st Year at Hogwarts

Turn by Saras_Girl // E rating, I cried, disgustingly, like when I rewatched Kiki’s Delivery Service as an adult post college burnout.

Eclipse by Mijan // T rating, written and set after Order of the Phoenix, huge Draco arc with lovely magic and mystery and a very, very long hiking trip.

And a bonus of anything written by bixgirl1 as I’ve read almost every one of their fics and I’m obsessed.

There are lots others like Running on Air of course and just gosh so, so many others I think it’s unfair not to list them. That’s the wonderful part of this fandom. It’s so rich and active it’s hard to taste it all. Oh yeah and most of the fics I’ve read are from over 3-4 years ago or older because I’ve been working through the search result on Ao3 in chronological order like a cracked walnut with a nasty case of completionism.

#fic rec #drarry #shushbosh

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cyprus-green · 2 years

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Need you, Granger

Pairing: Draco x Hermione

Rated E; Male Masterbation

Summary: After six months in Azkaban Draco is stuck at a Hogwarts Reconstruction summer program. He's consumed by a certain Golden Girl and we get a view into his explicit masturbation session.

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He palmed himself.

His hands were cool and rough--still slightly callused from his time playing Quidditch. Skin toughened from years of gripping a thick length of smooth wood.

But his hands had changed over the years. He no longer had the polished hands of a pampered heir. Six months in Azkaban could do that to you. His apperance had hardened, shoulders filled out. No longer all angles and edges. The tattoo on his neck, a reminder of how lucky he had been to let out on 'parole'.

So many things had changed in the last two years. But oh, how he savored his new-found freedom.

After six months of no privacy, he had vowed to never have another quiet orgasm for as long as he lived. An 'up yours' all to the times he tried to sneak in a wank in his small cell and had to bite down violently on his fist to silence his groans.

No more. He was determined to thouroughly enjoy himself nowadays. Not that he had anyone to enjoy with. Being a convicted death eater, even one who was acquitted on account of being a minor at the time of his crimes, could really put a damper on your dating life.

So alone he went. Savoring the feeling of rubbing his long, thick length slowly with both hands. Imagining her body taking him in, filling her to the hilt.

Her.

That girl. The fucking girl he could never quite shake.

The girl who also happened to return to Hogwarts for an optional 8th year. The girl who also happened to joined the summer 'castle reconstruction' program. The only student present who was not required to attend due to ministry mandated public service.

The Golden Girl, herself.

Hermione. Fucking. Granger.

His mouth parted and he thrust his cock up into his fisted hands.

Granger.

Mmmm Granger.

Beautiful.

And Fucking Infuriating.

Precum lubed the tip of his head as he spread it around with his wide thumb. He gently rubbed the slick up and down himself. Needing more glide, he spit into his hand and rubbed it down his length, coating his cock. It made an obscene noise and he groaned in pleasure.

He squeezed his eyes shut. Fuck. Fuck. He had needed this, so badly. It had been such a long week. Full of hard physical labor, lifting slabs of stone. Complex spells, repairing walls and floors. He had little time to do more than work, sleep and eat.

Gods, she had been right there. Wearing her awful muggle outfits that left him hard all day. Skimpy little things she said kept her cool in the oppressive summer heat. Tight shorts that sat low on her hips and rode up her ass. Tank tops with thin straps that he wanted to rip off her body. Her smooth mid drift showing everytime she pulled her wild mane up into a bun. And by all apperances she had zero clue the effect she had.

Her fragrant scent hit him every time she passed by his way. Distinctivly feminine. Apple shampoo and sweat.

By midday she was dripping in it. He wanted to lick every single drop. Wanted nothing more than to feel her body beneath his, sweating and used. Panting. Hair wild around her, cascading down her back. The evidence of her arousal all over her thighs. The taste of his semen all over her mouth and chin.

He wanted her to be filthy for him.

He wanted her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks for him, showing off her pink little holes like a good girl. Wanted to see her thighs coated in her own need, desperate.

Fuck. He palmed himself up and down again, gritting his teeth and throwing his head back against his pillow.

He could stretch her out. She was so small. Would his cock even fit the first time? Her thin shorts left little to the imagination, fabric clinging to her fat little lips--until she turned and adjusted herself. Delicious.

She'd be so embarassed if she knew.

If she had seen him stare.

If she could see him panting as he indulgently stroked himself to thoughts of her, and her alone.

Would she blush and turn around? Or would she stare and lick her lips? Letting her gaze linger on his proud cock just a second more.

His grip tightened and he twisted his hand around his head and back down.

Merlin, he needed her.

His hand went past the base of his cock and he grabbed his balls, tugging at them. They bounced heavily. He tugged at them again, and felt a familiar ache.

Fuck. He was so full. He needed to cum. So badly.

He wanted to fill her with it. He was young. Verile. Full of seed. A wizard who needed to fuck. Hard. And she could take it, with those high hips. That petite, yet solid frame. Oh yes, Granger could take a pounding.

He fisted his cock harder and groaned at the loud sloppy sounds it made.

Her cunt would be heaven. Warm. Soft. Wet. He just knew it. He wanted to taste it. To eat her out. To finger her tight cunt, to push his thick fingers in her ass as he licked and sucked at her clit. Working her body into a frenzy. Not letting her escape him even when she writhed and shook.

He wanted to make her take more than she ever thought she could. To make her weep from pleasure. To spasm and gasp and squirt all over him in confusion and shock. To grip her perfect cunt around his fingers and sob his name into the air.

He shuddered and thrust his cock up into his hand again. And again. And again. His light blond pubes beginning to become wet with spit and precum.

Fuck. What would she say if she knew? If she walked in and saw him?

His arms began to ache at the punishing speed but he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop. It felt so good. He hissed at the smooth glide over the sensitive underside of his head. He threw his head back again and cursed. She was unreal. The perfect delight for his filthy mind. The glide of his hand addicting when paired with her image.

He wanted to bite at her smooth light-brown skin. To tounge her pretty dark cunt from behind and rub her round ass while she went down on him. He wanted a close up of her pretty little pussy contracting on air. Needing his thickness. Needing his length. Needing him. Wanting him. Screaming his name. Crying out for his cock. Saying his name over and over and over. Draco. Draco. Draco. Draco.

His abs began to quiver and his eyebrows knitted together.

He was getting close and he let out a involuntary yell. His hips bucked and he felt himself on the edge of no return. He pumped his hand harder. Fucking himself, turning himself on with how wanton his need must look.

He needed Granger. His Granger.

He was so thouroughly pent up. Salazar, he would cum buckets just at the sight of her breasts. Her perky little tits. Bouncing slightly when she walked by on early weekend mornings, wearing no bra. The fucking tease. Little peaks poking through. He wanted to take them in his mouth and suck on her dark nipples. Biting her from her tits all the way up her neck and back down to her soft thighs. Marking her as His.

Granger needed his cum. She did. She needed a good hard fuck. One look at her and you could tell it was true. Her shoulders were too tight. Her posture to ridgid. Someone needed to help her let go. Needed to tame the little lion into contented submission. His little lion.

She'd beg for it. She'd beg for him to come on her tits. Or to come all over her pussy, just to fuck the cum into her with his thick long fingers. A greedy little pussy. His greedy little pussy.

Or maybe he'd just fuck her into the bed. Drill her with her ankles pushed all the way back to her ears. Banging the wooden headbord into the wall over and over. Their hip bones grinding against eachother. Her cunt rubbing his pelvic bone, hitting that spot just right. That spot that he knew would have her gushing, drenching his balls.

He wanted to taste their sex.

He wanted to grind himself into her. To make her cling to his arms, his shoulders, his back. He had always felt so skinny growing up, but she had always made him feel broad. Large. Strong. She had changed everything for him.

And recently something had changed between them. At times it felt like they were actually firting and dare he say, they had chemistry. Brushing by eachother in close spaces, knocking into one another on purpose just to feel the closeness of eachother's body.

Fuck. He thought of the way she had rolled her eyes at him today. Their verbal sparing leavng him frustrated. The little fucking brat. Needed a lesson in manners. Needed to be teased. Needed to beg for it. And he needed to taste her desperation.

Fuck he wanted to get her pregnant. The prissy little swot. To force his pleasure deep into her. To fill her again and again. Until her womb accepted his seed.

Fuck, he was close. His arm was burning at the speed. His hips snapping up to meet every single pump. The pleasure, a weight across his hips. He moved his hand from his balls and grabbed for his towel in anticipation. His hand snaked down his chest. Wet from perspiration. He tweaked his nipples and cried out sharply.

His hand remained on his flat stomach, fingers feeling his core tense again and again as his body teetered on the edge of release.

He whined. He needed it. He was chasing it. He imagined being muffled by her cunt. Her thighs around his face.

He spasmed at the thought, as he continued frantically fucking himself. Grunting and cursing every thrust. He bit down hard and grabbed his balls cupping and pulling and squeezing when suddenly his peak hit him like a steam train.

His body tensed, thrusting his cock, hard as he could into his fist. His abs tensed and he saw stars, his body hit by blinding pleasure that shot through him. He howled her name.

Hermione

Unabashed. Unashamed.

His eyes rolled back as cum shot violently from his pulsing cock. His voice rang out clear and desperate as he yelled into the air. Long strings of hot pleasure, shot out one after another. The first sailing past his head, the next hitting him in the shoulder, in the chest, on his abs and the final shot landing below his belly button. Each rope brought another groan. Another clench. Another bliss.

He continued to slowly stroke himself after his last shot. The warm, slick cum, feeling heavenly on his sensitive cock. Turning his head he panted into the pillow, letting out a shout as he needily jacked his cock, chasing another orgasm. The image of her naked writhing form flashed behind his eyes. Fucking beautiful. He found it quickly and cried out her name again. The sound of his hand on his cock, obscene.

Granger! Oh fuck, Yes. There it is. Fuck me. Yes, love. Just like that! Oh Fuck, I'm coming...I'm coming! FUCK!

His second orgasm had him shouting loudly, body spasming, his legs shaking and his hand now absolutely covered in his thick pleaure. Cum gutters filled with warm, white, need.

Slowing to a stop, he lay there absolutely drenched in his own seed. His balls empty. He stayed like that for a few moments, panting into the night air, the aftershocks making him shiver. He fought the powerful sleepiness that threatened to overtake him.

His hand shook as he loosened his grip.

Fucking Fuck.

His hand came away, just covered. He opened his eyes and surveyed the scene. It was quite the sight. And it was all her fault. Beautiful fucking thing.

After he cleaned himself off, he continued to lay there with a smile playing on his lips. He chuckled to himself as he listened carefully for any signs of life coming from his neighbor to the right. It was a dumb thought, really.

But he could dream right?

...

On the other side of the wall lay a girl with wild curly hair, smooth tan skin, and warm, kind, chestnut eyes. She grabbed for a towel and wiped her hand on it before placing it between her legs. She stifled a moan, biting her lip. Her clit was large and swollen. Fuck. So sensitive. And although she had touched herself to him nearly every night, and had craved to be as loud and carefree as he, she would be damned if she ever let Draco Malfoy know how badly she needed him. The feel of his svelte, toned body gripping her tight. Gods. She needed to stop.

If he wanted her, he was going to have to do more than wank to the thought of her every now and again.

Maybe he'd come knocking on her door one night. Come use her willing body to fulfill all his filthy needs. It was a dumb thought, really.

But she could dream right?

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tenpintsof-sundrop · 7 months

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Do you think Draco has a daddy kink?

Interesting question!

In all honesty, if Draco was feeling dominant (which, I see him as a dominant leaning switch) I don't think he'd be into the Daddy thing.

(I accidentally did an entire sex headcanon of Draco based on all the hcs I have developed while writing for him over the past weeks. So here you go lmao.)

I think it would either gross him out because he's heard his mother refer to his father as 'Daddy' when he was younger ("Now Draco, listen to your daddy") or it would just fall flat for him and it wouldn't do anything for him.

I think in terms of titles, Draco would surpass 'sir' and go straight for something like Master. He would fucking love if you called him Master, because he would love the idea that he has total control over you, he owns you, he is your god. (Tbh, he would probably also like it it you addressed him as 'My God' or 'Oh Godly One'.) He would get really turned on by a title that shows a lot of power.

He would probably even go for 'My King' or something like that.

But completely truthfully? I think Draco would like it best if you called him by his name. Now this is probably an absolutely unpopular opinion, but I think Draco Malfoy wouldn't as much be into the BDSM performance hard kinks - but he would hardcore be into making love. Passionate, kissing over every inch of your body, making you cum with his tongue as a way to worship you, laying you down and spending hours worshipping your body, whispering praises against your skin.

(Like genuinely in my head - Ron fucks rough like an animal and Draco fucks sweet like a husband in love, and most people would swap those two. But this is the truth to me.)

Like - think about it.

Draco hasn't had a lot of love in his life. (Whether you subscribe to the idea that his parents were abusive or not, they were never super affectionate with him, they always just kept him around as a prize and not like a real person, and then they offered him up to the fucking Dark Lord when that was convenient for them.) So he would seize the opportunity to get all of his love and affection from you. All of the touch and physical contact he craves - from you.

Being a hard dom involves way too much restriction of touch, and when he's alone with you, he craves touch. And he just can't deny himself of that. He wants all the skin to skin contact possible - he doesn't have the mental energy to play dom/sub games often. He's much more of a service top if anything.

Also - he's spent most of his life being called 'Malfoy' by others, especially people using his name like it's a slur or a bad thing - so he would fucking love for you to call him by his first name, and hearing you say it with pleasure would be his favourite thing. So he would likely prefer that above any title. Because it's special to him - the way you say his name, in and out of the bedroom, is like poetry. He cherishes it.

Anyway, yeah. If you want to discuss other Potter boys (or gals) at length, I will! (js, Harry James Potter has a Mommy kink...)

#sundrop speaks #anonymous #sundrop answers #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy headcanon #draco malfoy x you

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indigo-scarf · 1 year

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Lucius did NOT want Draco to be a Death Eater

In my last meta, I explained why Draco DID want to be a Death Eater, rather than being forced into it. In this one, I will argue that Lucius not only did not coerce Draco, but was actually opposed to his son’s taking the Mark — and for this too the story is more compelling and tragic.

Lucius’s actions suggest he became a Death Eater more out of self-interest than ardent devotion to Voldemort or his cause. For Lucius, joining the Death Eaters seems more like a pragmatic matter of being wherever power and privilege are.

Of course he believed in pureblood supremacy, but he wouldn’t die for it, like Bellatrix. He was also not disenfranchised like Snape, so it’s not like Voldemort was his only option. Voldemort was simply a convenient option at the time, but Lucius wasn’t that attached.

That’s why he doesn’t stay loyal to Voldemort after he loses the First War. As soon as there’s nothing in it for him, Lucius dips out: “[Malfoy’s family] were some of the first to come back to our side after You-Know-Who disappeared. Said they’d been bewitched” (PS6).

Between the wars, then, Lucius forgets about Voldemort and simply puts his efforts towards other sources of influence: joining the Hogwarts Board of Governors, currying political favour through “donations to excellent causes” (GF36)...

He even acts directly against Voldemort’s wishes by smuggling Tom Riddle’s diary into Hogwarts. As Dumbledore tells Harry:

Lucius was supposed to wait for Voldemorts sayso [...]. No doubt he thought that Lucius would not dare do anything with the Horcrux other than guard it carefully, but he was counting too much upon Lucius’s fear of a master who had been gone for years and whom Lucius believed dead. [...] Had Lucius known he held a portion of his masters soul in his hands, he would undoubtedly have treated it with more reverence — but instead he went ahead and carried out the old plan for his own ends. By planting the diary upon Arthur Weasleys daughter, he hoped to discredit Arthur and get rid of a highly incriminating magical object in one stroke. (HBP23)

Lucius gets away with that for the time, and by the 1994 Quidditch World Cup he’s feeling unstoppable, gathering with the old Death Eaters in a highly public place to torture Muggles for sport. However, he’s in for a brutal surprise when Voldemort returns:

“Lucius, my slippery friend,” [Voldemort] whispered, halting before him. “I am told that you have not renounced the old ways, though to the world you present a respectable face. [...] Your exploits at the Quidditch World Cup were fun, I daresay… but might not your energies have been better directed toward finding and aiding your master? [...] You have disappointed me… I expect more faithful service in the future.” (GF33)

Plus, says Dumbledore:

“[Voldemort] was not aware, for instance, that the diary had been destroyed until he forced the truth out of Lucius Malfoy. When Voldemort discovered that the diary had been mutilated and robbed of all its powers, I am told that his anger was terrible to behold.” (HBP23)

So Lucius is fully aware that he is on thin ice with Voldemort. Retrieving the prophecy from the DoM is his chance to regain his standing, but that goes horrifically for him:

“Ah, poor Lucius… what with Voldemorts fury about the fact that he threw away the Horcrux for his own gain, and the fiasco at the Ministry last year, I would not be surprised if he is not secretly glad to be safe in Azkaban at the moment.” (HBP23)

At this point, Lucius surely realises that being a Death Eater isn’t the advantageous pursuit it once was, at least not for him. So why would he want to bring his son aboard a sinking ship?

Lucius has high expectations for Draco’s future: in the same scene where he berates Draco for not being top of his class, he also says, “I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin” (CS4). In the past, he might have imagined joining Voldemort would bring Draco the prestige he dreamed for his son, but by now that has no reason to remain the case.

Although Lucius’s love for Draco isn’t the healthiest, he never wanted harm to come to him. In the Nimbus 2001s and Buckbeak incidents, Lucius shows concern for Draco’s well-being, even if it might be mixed with pride and possessiveness. Lucius is not Bellatrix, who “would be glad to give [her sons] up to the service of the Dark Lord!” (HBP2) — Lucius’s son is his.

Proud, arrogant Lucius also wouldn’t want to rely on Draco to save the family. For one thing, it would only compound on Lucius’s post-DoM humiliation to need his sixteen-year-old son to fix his mistakes, to allow his son to be more competent than him.

For another, Lucius struggles to believe Draco is competent at all. As mentioned, Lucius does have high expectations of Draco, but at the same time he’s very worried that Draco can’t fulfil them. So, when it comes to being a teen Death Eater — something many people justifiably doubt Draco’s capacity for — Lucius would likely be sceptical, too.

This lack of validation is the root of Draco’s daddy issues, and that’s precisely what Voldemort exploits to concoct a beautifully evil scheme.

Voldemort lures Draco into serving him by promising Draco the recognition he never got from his father. Everyone else can tell that Draco isn’t expected to succeed (if Narcissa and Snape can, I don’t see how Lucius wouldn’t), but Draco is so desperate to prove his worth that he believes Voldemort.

Thus, Lucius’s punishment is not simply that his son is endangered for Lucius’s failure as a Death Eater. The most cruel part of it is that Draco goes willingly — and that it’s Lucius’s own fault for his failure as a father.

It’s also thematically more logical that Lucius not be in control of the situation. He starts out as a cunning man who can manipulate his way out of anything and pull all the right strings to get what he wants, but then his arc is about losing all that due to his hubris.

After the DoM, the fitting plan for Lucius would be to distance himself and his family from Voldemort, just as he did after the First War — only now that’s no longer possible. “Slippery” Lucius can’t slip away this time, because he’s literally trapped in prison.

He has been caught by the Light side, invoked the wrath of the Dark Lord, and now he can only watch impotently as the bigoted and callous upbringing he inflicted on Draco leads his son to towards his death.

In the end, Lucius loses command of his estate, loses his wand, loses his dignity, and very nearly loses his son. The puppet master becomes Voldemort’s helpless puppet himself.

Draco, meanwhile, tried so hard to make his father proud, but only ended up feeling more incompetent than ever. He made mistakes with lifelong consequences, while everyone, including his father, could see that he was only getting played for a naïve boy.

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༒•𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟•༒

Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader x Abraxas Malfoy Genre: Pure filth.

Summary: Your presence is requested at Mr. Tom Riddle's office. How will you serve him?

Warning: Minors DNI! Praise kink. Oral (male receiving). Fingering. Dumbification. Degradation. Tom teasing you. Tom being "gentle". Spit kink. Possessive!Tom. Dom! Tom. Mafia!Tom if you squint. Slut shaming. Voyeurism. Dubcon because reader never agreed to a threesome.

Photos aren't mine.

-> Delicious Threesome w Draco and Tom (sort of a pre quel)

“You look stressed,” you murmured as you quietly closed the door behind you.

Tom Riddle was crouched over his office desk, as always, furiously scratching something across the parchment.

“I am,” he did not even look up as he finished the sentence with an audible dot of his quill. “What are you gonna do about it?”

You nervously fidgeted on the spot, pulling down on the length of your skirt. It was your first day in the renewed uniform, assigned specifically to you by Tom. It was so tight-fitting, so short, and so revealing that when you told others it was your uniform, you got questionable looks. At this point, you’ve stopped responding to those questions altogether.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the creaking sound of the wheels against the carpet. Tom had angled his chair out of the desk, his eyes now furrowed on a parchment list he held in his left hand.

You rounded the desk and burrowed underneath it. Your knees against the soft carpet that Tom had someone bring in for this specific purpose. This close, every movement of Tom’s facial muscle was visible. A vein stirred at his temple; he was stressed more than usual, you interpreted.

You placed your chin on his thigh, and searched for the zipper. Your fingers fumbled with taking him out of the zipper, something that Tom adored, apparently. Soon enough, your hands were wrapped around his member, already hard; it rose high and proud in the air.

You dripped spit on it, lubricating it with a jerking motion. Tom moaned and sunk further into the chair when your lips wrapped around him. Your tongue grazed against him, eliciting another groan from him. Still, his furrowed eyes traced his handwriting as he jotted down more notes.

You hated when he was indifferent to you. Desperate for his attention, you sucked in on your cheeks and went down on him all the way, suppressing a gag. It was a challenging feat, considering his length.

For once, his eyes flickered down to you from the parchment, a very rare occurrence.

His brows furrowed down at you, a hint of concern clouding his eyes. “Don’t hurt yourself, Y/L/N,” he murmured, wiping away a tear that was welling in your eyes.

You suppressed a choke, as if your body involuntarily responding to him.

He said that. He was kind enough to say that. But you knew what he liked at the bottom of his heart. He thrived on true loyalty, those who still served him even when told they didn’t have to. You blinked up at him, trying not to break eye contact as much as possible. As if to corroborate your hypothesis, he grew harder in your mouth.

“Y/L/N,” he chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind your left ear with his gentle fingers. ��If I were to guess, you didn’t come here to help me focus,” he said through a suppressed smirk.

You replied mm-hmm, sending a vibration down his member.

“Now come up for some air,” he finally put down that blasted parchment, and lifted your chin up with his fingers, letting his cock drop out of your mouth.

You grew conscientious of the mixture of his precum and your saliva that coated your lips. But, Tom stopped your hand that reached up to wipe away.

“You look adorable in your uniform,” he allowed his eyes a brief glance down at your cleavage showing through at the top.

He smiled down softly at you, still holding your chin up at him. You loved the way his eyes softened when you were reflected in his eyes. His eyes melted, enough to convince you that it was you that relieved his stress, not any one of the services you offered.

“I could just about fall in love with you,” he breathed out as he cupped your cheeks. He leaned in and gave you a peck on your lips.

“Now, I appreciate your sentiment, but don’t you push yourself too much, hm?” He raised his brows at you. “Wouldn’t want my precious hurting herself.”

You nodded, biting down on your bashful smile.

“Good girl,” his smile widened as he caressed your head. “Now back down on it,” he murmured.

You nodded with a smile and dove back in, this time using your hand to jerk his base. Sloppy lewd sounds filled the room as you bobbed your head up and down.

There was a click of the door, signalling someone entering. You froze in trepidation at the idea of being seen sucking off the Dark Lord. You sunk further into the desk until you felt the tip of your toes hit the wall of the desk.

“Ah, Abraxas,” you heard Tom Riddle greet him tiredly. “Tell me you bring good news.”

“Good and bad, sir,” the usual polite response of Abraxas.

“Abraxas, I told you to call me by my first name,” Tom’s hand came reaching underneath the desk, under the guise of placing his hand on his lap. He gently placed his hand on your head, pushing your head down on him.

You complied, conscientious of the very small sloppy sound that resumed again. You hoped to dear god that Abraxas didn’t hear it.

Abraxas continued to explain having found a point of blackmail against the Dolohovs, but McKinnons were proving hopeless. Maybe he was oblivious. Or, perhaps, at this point, he already knew of the Dark Lord’s unquenchable thirst for sexual release under the silent acknowledgement.

Tom massaged the bridge of his nose, setting down notes on Dolohovs in front of him. “Some are just not meant for this cause,” he sighed.

He responded after a moment of contemplation, “Take care of the McKinnons for me, Abraxas,” his voice somehow more tired than before.

“Already on it,” a firm response from Abraxas.

Tom nodded in approval. “Anything else?” Tom leaned back in his chair, making the angle a bit challenging for you. You winced at a slight thud as your head hit the desk. “You will come with me to the Dolohovs, correct?” He added.

It was painstakingly agitating how Tom was insistent on taking his time with Abraxas, when you were under the constant stress of not getting caught, quietly bobbing your head up and down on him.

“Of course,” Abraxas replied. “And I was wondering if you’ve seen Y/LN at all? We promised a lunch together…” his voice trailed off. You could just picture him looking around, searching for you as if the walls were transparent.

“Oh, Y/L/N?” Tom hummed nonchalantly. You hoped to dear god that the lie he would come up with would be convincing enough. All the better if he could relay the message to him that you will be late.

“She’s here.”

There was a very loud thud as you banged your head against the desk.

“Here,” his voice still casual, “talk to her if you want,” he rolled his chair back.

You turned red as a tomato under the shocked stare of Abraxas, slowly processing the sight of you on your fours, hidden underneath the desk, your mouth stuffed with the Dark Lord’s cock instead of your sandwich.

“Ah, don’t mind her,” Tom Riddle waved away at Abraxas’ shock as if this was the most casual occurrence. “She’s just here to do her job, just like any one of us.”

“So…” Abraxas seemed to be having difficulty deciding between gawking at you or averting his gaze. “I take you’ll be late…” he managed to say, still blinking away his shock.

You searched for words. Excuses. Explanations. But, in the moment, all you could settle on was an apology. “I’m sorry, Abra—.”

You were interrupted, however, with a thrust of Tom’s hip into you, his cock effectively silencing you.

“Y/N looks so pretty with her mouth full, don’t you think?” Tom smiled down at you, lightly slapping at his tip that was jutting against your cheek. You noted how he now called you with your first name in front of Abraxas.

“Don’t you think, Abraxas?” Tom made a point of looking up to him.

Abraxas seemed disturbed, to say the least, as he silently nodded in response.

Tom chuckled, “He’s speechless,” his hand pinched your cheek over his tip. “You’ve made him speechless, Y/N.”

“I—, I should get going,” Abraxas stammered, his steps already retreating, almost afraid of you entering his line of vision, “So—, sorry to interrupt.”

“Nonsense,” Tom placed a hand on your head again, pushing you down. You suppressed a gag, your fingers stretching tense against his thighs. “Stay. Not many are privileged to.”

Abraxas remained silent, his features now clouded. He stayed.

“Actually,” he finally released his grip on your head, causing you to resurface gasping for air.

He brought you up to your feet and guided you towards the desk. “How about we give our dear Abraxas a show?”

A sinister smile played on his lips. A suffocating silence followed suit. It was far more stifling precisely because Tom allowed for the silence to continue as long as it needed. Your eyes briefly searched Abraxas’ features anxiously. Still nothing.

You bit down on your lips. Despite it all, you and Abraxas knew most of the consequences for those that dared to defy him.

You slowly climbed on top of the desk and went on all fours again, this time the hard surface of the wood painful against your knees. You couldn’t bring yourself to look up at either of them. Instead, you simply parted your lips, and waited.

Tom took his cock with a snicker and bounced the tip against your lips a few times before bringing your head down on him. He breathed out a sigh of ecstasy, letting his head drop backwards.

A chuckle escaped his lips, his glazed-over eyes wavering up at the ceiling, “You’re going to be the death of me, Y/N.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to respond, not even a hum.

Tom held your cheeks and peered into you, “I’m going to go a little rougher, alright?” He asked so softly. But you knew it wasn’t a request for permission.

He gripped your dress at the chest. The muscles in his arm tensed as he ripped them apart, exposing your breasts. You gripped the wooden desk underneath you, preparing for whatever was to come that will surely hurt your jaw.

His hand on your cheek soon turned into a grip. His right hand ran through your hair to find its grip as well. You cast your eyes down as Tom started to fuck your mouth.

The desk rattled, loud enough for the entire floor to hear. Tom grunted, his brows furrowed on you in concentration. It was rough and fast.

“Look up,” Tom breathed out through his short breath. His left fingers found their way to your chin as they gently lifted it up. “Look at Abraxas,” he sighed.

Your eyes faltered, but eventually, you forced your eyes to look up at Abraxas. You were met with his furrowed eyes trained on you, unblinking. It was a curious expression that you’ve never seen on him before: impossible to read the mixtures of emotion behind his wavering eyes and clenched jaw.

You blinked up at Abraxas as Tom’s cock continued to hit the back of your throat, the drool dangling off your chin and pooling underneath you.

“That’s it,” Tom maniacally let out a dark, low chuckle. “Let Abraxas have a proper look at who owns you.”

Your gaze flickered to Tom. His eyes alight with excitement, taking you in in your embarrassing state, now exposed to his second in command. The pace quickened.

It was then that your gaze flickered downward and stopped at Abraxas’ trousers. You frowned at the peculiar sight. His suit had grown noticeably tighter.

Your eyes flickered up at him in disbelief at the realisation. Abraxas’ furrowed eyes still bore into you, but he was now biting on his lip.

Suddenly, something had shifted in the air. The full attention of the two men seemed to ignite something in you. You arched your back, giving the two men a better angle at your panties underneath the short skirt.

“You like this, huh?” Tom started thrusting even harder, leaning forward into your face. His veiny hands gripped your head, his biceps pulsing at every thrust. “You like having our undivided attention, hm?” His eyes glinted maniacally. He absolutely loved seeing you like this.

You nodded, or at least you tried. From the corner of your vision, you spotted Abraxas wrap a hand around himself and start to pump along to Tom’s thrusts.

“Look how innocent she looks, Abraxas,” Tom’s hand turned your face in the air from left to right, observing your doe eyes as you got fucked relentlessly. “All the innocent facade, when in fact, you were a slut this whole time,” he mused.

He turned to Abraxas over his shoulder, “Did you know about this side of her?”

“No,” Abraxas chuckled, shaking his head. “She fooled me, for sure,” he breathed out.

Tom nodded, catching onto Abraxas’ hand movement as well. His eyes lingered on the blond’s hand.

“She looks like she’s craving something.” He jerked his head in the direction of your dripping cunt in the air. “Be my guest,” he breathed out.

You actually felt the temperature drop as the air froze. Both you and Abraxas were observant enough to catch his eyes that slightly hardened. Plus, everyone knew what had happened to Lestrange the last time he took up the offer.

“I’m good, thanks Tom,” Abraxas’ voice was significantly tenser than before.

“Hm, your loss,” Tom murmured, laying a possessive hand on top of your head.

The word ‘loss’ sunk deep like a dagger. You knew just how much Tom was enjoying this. It signified Abraxas’ defeat: that in the end, it was Tom Riddle who owned everything.

“She could do with a finger or two,” Tom broke the prolonged silence. “Wouldn’t you say she deserves a reward for entertaining both of us?”

Abraxas swallowed hard, his eyes flickering in between Tom’s, trying to read his intentions.

Tom rolled his eyes at the indecisiveness. “Come now, Abraxas. I’m not going to hurt you for making my girl pleased.”

Your eyes followed Abraxas as he inched around the desk to behind you. Petrified with fear, Abraxas still found the moment to admire the ass spread out before him.

“How wet is she?”

Abraxas seemed to be barely registering Tom’s voice. But, his hand did. It moved on its own accord. His thumb grazed against your folds through the panties. You gave a shudder. A string of arousal formed in between you and his thumb.

“Very,” Abraxas breathed out. His hands caressed your cheeks tenderly. His eyes clouding in lust.

You parted your lips, letting out a silent moan as you felt two fingers plunged into you. Tom took the moment to shove his cock into your mouth again. But, you no longer cared. Your entire being seemed to direct its attention to your hole being filled, the desperate need finally fulfilled with the constant motion against your gspot.

“Look at you,” Tom’s sinister grin grew wider, “this slut needs her holes filled up with two men, doesn't she?”

You blinked rapidly, your dazed eyes staring up at him.

“She likes her ass being toyed,” Tom slightly raised his voice over the rattling of the desk. Clarity returned to Abraxas’ entranced eyes as they flickered up to Tom for a brief second.

But Tom wasn’t looking at Abraxas. His attention devoted to every spasm of your face, every shudder of your shoulders.

Tom wasn’t lying when Abraxas added a thumb, rubbing your asshole in constant circles. Your ass spasmed in the air as your back arched. “Fuck…” From somewhere behind you, you heard Abraxas mumble, his left hand quickening around his shaft.

Your eyes fluttered shut, moaning into Tom’s cock. It was a gentle tap to your right cheek that forced you to tear your eyes open. “Come on,” Tom breathed out, “I need you here awake with me.”

Tom was grinning from ear to ear, his eyes glinting dangerously. “Doesn’t matter whose finger, does it?” He said through his pants, “You just wanna cum.”

He plunged deeper into your throat, holding your head in place. It was only when you started frantically tapping against his thigh for air that he let you go.

You gasped for air, evening out your breathing. You frantically shook your head up at Tom, strands of hair falling from now a messy bun.

“No, Tom,” you said through gasps, “I promise. All I need is your— fuck,”

You were quickly interrupted by your own moan as Abraxas quickened his speed, jabbing against your gspot.

Tom raised a brow in a knowing smirk. He leaned over, his face merely an inch away from yours. “You’re cumming under Abraxas’ fingers, aren't you?” he cooed. His eyes slithered over every surface of your face, studying you.

You bit down on your lip, refusing to let out another moan in front of your master. You could only fathom what it would signify if you dared to cum from anyone other than him.

You focused every clarity left in your brain cells on refusing your pleasure showing. Your left eye spasmed as you desperately tried to maintain a poker face.

Tom scoffed at the sight. He spat on your pursed lips, raised his hand and wiped the mixture of spit and pre-cum across your mouth, rubbing them, spreading them across your cheeks. The scent of Tom’s cologne filled your nostrils.

Tom’s smirk dropped. He gave a light slap on your cheek. His face and voice devoid of any emotions.

“Well, who do you beg this time?”

A chill ran down your spine. Tom wasn’t just bothered. He was furious. It was these moments of calm before the storm that truly terrified you. He’s going to kill me if I cum, a flash of panic crossed your mind.

Your mouth opened and shut a few times, unsure of how to respond. Tom only sighed deeply, and with a disgruntled roll of his eyes, grabbed at your hair, and pushed himself into your mouth once again.

You took the moment to suck him more passionately, using your mouth to reason with Tom in the best way you knew how to. You pushed all sensations from Abraxas out of your brain, focusing all your attention on pleasing the cock in front of you.

“Fuck Tom, I’m—, I’m—, I can’t, hold, much longer.”

A strained voice from behind you. Tom did not even flinch at an ask for a permission adressed to him.

“Cum on her ass,” he said curtly. “But don’t you dare stop.”

Abraxas had let go of all reason and self-control, simply giving into the pleasure. There was a loud moan. From the scorching body heat, you intuited that Abraxas was leaning over you. You felt the warm droplets on your ass cheeks, trickling down the curves of your hips and thighs. His fingers slowed for a moment; only Abraxas’ heavings and lewd sounds from your holes echoed the room.

Tom chose to let go of himself at that moment too, the last few moments so rough you were scared you were going to get a concussion. Your breasts shook in the air from the sheer force. His face contorted in disgust as he looked down at you, shoving your head without a hint of concern for you. Your hair clutched in his grip, your skull rattling against his shaft. At the moment, all you were to him was a hole to fuck.

With a few thrusts, Tom let go of your head. A groan escaped his clenched jaw as he spurted his cum over your face.

He always preferred the idea of tainting your insides with his cum, claiming his territory. But he didn’t make you swallow this time.

What broke you, however, was not his desire to claim you that ceased to exist. It was the pure disgust etched on his features. Within just the hour, the way he looked at you had changed, from seeming like you were the most important part of his life, to a mere cockroach crawling and leeching off of him.

While you were stunted, Abraxas seemed to recover from his orgasm and was reminded of his promise to not stop. Oblivious to your dire situation, Abraxas seemed intent on making you cum as hard as him. His fingers faster and rougher, your body was reignited as you felt yourself losing grip on your body.

Your shoulders heaved in a failed attempt to control your breathing. Tom, already fully recovered, had taken a step back to observe the whole sight, leaning back against a wall. His stern eyes captured you, covered in two men’s cum. You were quivering, your arms shaking underneath your weight. The cum trickled down your skin onto Tom's office desk, staining the names Dolohov and McKinnon on the parchment. Your greedy cunt swallowing Abraxas’ fingers deeper and deeper.

Your cheeks burned under his scrutiny as your body slowly but surely started to lose itself in pleasure. Your hip started rocking back against Abraxas, your hips rose higher in the air, your toes clenched.

”Cum, I dare you.”

Tom’s cool voice gave you every reason to snap yourself out of it, to just stop. Your job and possibly your life on the line. But there was something about his burning stare that made you want to cum all the more in front of him. To cum in front of your master at the hands of another man.

You clenched your eyes shut, willing yourself to even your breathing and think of anything else but this moment.

A moan escaped your clenched teeth. You couldn’t stop it anymore. The knot was coming undone, and all you needed was just a few more jabs at the right angle for you to…

You screamed. Your ass shook in the air. You arched your back, giving Abraxas’ fingers an angle to burrow themselves deeper into you and bend against your gspot a few times. You saw stars as your eyes rolled backwards. You let out a deep breath, a mixture of ecstasy and regrets.

Tom nodded to himself. He kicked himself off of the wall. He patted your cheek.

“Disappointed in you, Y/N,” he breathed out and with a zip of his pants, walked out of his office, leaving you broken and shaking on his desk.

A/N: Inspired by the following photo. Cannot remember the talented and brilliant artist. If anyone knows, pls lmk so I can link to them.

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first sentence patterns

rules: list the first line of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern! thank you for the tag, @oknowkiss!

1. “I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.” -Cry Havoc (unpublished)

2. Barty Crouch, Jr had nearly everything he currently wanted out of life: brooding good looks, son-of-a-diplomat status, top marks in all the important courses, a drop-dead gorgeous boyfriend with a French accent, and a father who didn’t speak to him anymore. -Glitch

3. Draco eased the car to a stop, frowned, and muttered the street names under his breath. -For Services Rendered (unpublished)

4. "Mister Potter," says the attendant. -Dashing Through the Snow

5. So there I am, on the dais at Madam Malkins, minding everyone’s business but my own, when in walks Potter. -You're horrible (and I love it)

6. It's a balmy Thursday night in late May, and Draco's thirty years old and doing what he always does after a match; getting blindingly drunk and burying his dick in someone in the alleyway behind the Leaky Cauldron. -Seahorse

7. Ginny found the ring on a Monday night, when she’d gone snooping in Harry’s work robe pockets. -Before the Cold Sets In

8. Draco half-rolled, half-fell onto his back, his skin sweaty against Harry’s sheets. -It Takes All Sorts

9. Workable, Harry thought as his balls tightened. -WHISKY-TANGO-FOXTROT

10. I will not think about Scorpius Malfoy during this orgasm. -For Sale by Owner: Rose Weasley-Granger's Virginity

SUMMARY: I apparently like to start my fics in bed or with the POV character interacting with the love interest. Makes sense.

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Some Erised Recs…

I wanted to post this yesterday but fell asleep while reviewing my blurbs lol so here’s my first 2023 reclist! Just wanted to do a lil something to celebrate these authors and artists as I did not include any Erised fics on my 2022 reclist. Hope you enjoy before the reveals, don’t forget to give these some love. You can find more lovely recs here by @thehoneybeet and here by @epitomereally

Check all Erised 2022 works!

Fic:

🍺 everything you should say by @candybarrnerd (E, 7.4k) - lush rebound fuck buddies to something else, hot and tentative, love the uncomplicated matter-of-fact tone here, sexy and refreshing!

They're not friends. But when Draco offers help, Harry takes it.

🐺 Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k) - est relationship but make it complicated, obsessed with this nuanced pining wolf!Draco with his sharp edges and soft heart

Draco is: a werewolf, living in a cabin in the woods, minding his own business, and never going to buy plaid because he's not that much of a fucking cliche (yet). He's also counting down the days until he sees Harry again.

🎤 Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (M, 19k) - I’m utterly besotted with their voices, the superb level of banter oh my god. I wanna live inside this fic’s dialogue and have it for breakfast thank

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

🐍 In The Company Of Serpents by @corvuscrowned (E, 25k) - an instant fave, fabulous characterization, perfect slow burn, top notch ust and some of the hottest smut I’ve read lately, so satisfying yum 🔥

There’s something wrong with the serpents at the Greengrass Ophidiarium. Luckily, a certain Parselmouth just might be able to help.

⛷️ Historians by @oknowkiss (E, 30k) - fake dating goodness with holiday vibes, the right amount of angsty pining and a gorgeous Swiss background. Just what I needed to cheer me up on a snowy day

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

🏉 All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 32k) - an enchanting 8th year romance with strong Heartstopper vibes👨‍🍳💋 our boys are so wonderfully awkward and young and lovely, my heart is melting! And the scorching UST? Superb

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

⏳Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (E, 43k) - really brilliant take on time travel/multiverse, inventive concept exploring star-crossed lovers dynamics. It’s about the yearning!!!

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.

Art:

🦉Birdwatching for Beginners by dustmouth (G) - so very warm and sweet, I love the cozy vibes, the soft flirting and the ultimate Wizarding fashion as per this artist’s usual

Draco does his best to sneak out early from Ginny and Luna's Christmas party, only to be cornered by a drunk Harry Potter.

🦄 Light in the Dark by @creeeee (G) - stunning art, romantic and evocative. I love the palette and detailed outfits, want those capes in my wardrobe right now

Draco and Harry find themselves encountering more than they anticipated while performing a divine blessing within the deep thicket of the Forbidden Forest.

👔 Routinely Yours (G) by @apriicat - the softest domestic bliss we deserve, gorgeous characters (long-haired Draco!), tender intimacy, lots of cozy cuddling and boyfriending stuff

Morning routines are the best with you.

❄️ Snapshot of Moments by @drarrydoodles (E) - stunning illustrations from daily life scenes, so rich in details and full of emotion. I love how each scene comes with a short description, and the nsfw one is!!!!! 😳🔥

A snapshot of moments in Harry and Draco's relationship.

🎹 The sound of your heart by @pato-roldnart (G) - a charming and moving musicians AU, great storytelling and the prettiest boys finding inspiration together 🎵

Harry is requested to perform a musical piece for a Great Serpent, it can’t be that hard, right? What he does not expect is having to work with an annoying, distracting, good-looking Draco Malfoy.

🛌 Two Wizards, One Bed by dustmouth (G) - soft, hilarious and adorable as usual, this made me giggle the whole night! Draco’s grumpy blushing face is my fave

Harry and Draco are trapped together in a safe house. Fiery discourse ensues (intercourse, more like...)

🪢 This time, tomorrow by @bluebutter-art (M) - talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique etc etc when I tell you my heart missed a beat seeing this beauty, I’m!!!!!

Two souls, bound by fate, destined to meet again and again and again.

#drarry reclist #Erised 2022 recs

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