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scullymurphy · 1 year

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Chapter 14 is Live!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41597901/chapters/110577121

"You still don't quite have the wrist movement quite right. Here, watch me." Draco shook back the sleeve of his robe, but it just bunched under his arm. He made a sound of frustration and shrugged out of it, tossing it toward the desk. She gave a little cough and his eyes flew to the mirror. She wasn't looking back, though. She appeared to be focused on his chest, or maybe it was his t-shirt. Ha. He supposed something so casually muggle was a bit out of character for him, but he'd wanted a good range of motion for the duel.

He held his arm out. "Eyes up here, Granger." He waved his wand and she started.

He smirked. "You want to flip your wrist over and drop your hand backward like so." He demonstrated several times.

She mimicked him, but had clearly forgotten about the angle.

"That final slash should be closer to 45 degrees." He moved behind her. "Show me the whole thing."

She tried it a few times, but still wasn't putting it together properly.

"I can't—I know I'm not— This is so frustrating, Draco!" A flash of brilliant brown eyes, colour staining her cheeks and his bloody name again. Gods.

"Here." He stepped forward and almost without thinking, took her wrist in his fingers. "The wrist flip to angle part is the most difficult. I think only one student managed it last week." As he spoke he rolled her wrist, moving a little closer to angle it properly toward the floor. "And again," he said, his focus on helping her dissolving as he realised he was standing right bloody behind her, his front almost touching her back, her scent and her magic twining up to remind him forcibly of that first time, during the third class, when she'd challenged him and he'd done this almost angrily.

He wasn't angry now.

No, he was probably more aroused than he could remember. And not just in the sexual sense of the word. She inflamed him totally—her body, her mind, her essence.

He'd stopped even trying to show her the spell. He was just holding her wrist and breathing.

"What am I doing wrong, Draco?" She asked the question, but she sounded distracted too. And when she said his name again he swore she almost caressed the syllables, breathed them out, her tongue circling around the consonants and her lips softly forming the vowels.

He laughed a little, nearly dropping her wrist. He wanted to scrub at his face and shake his head. Walk away and ask why, how, what the fuck?

"What?" she asked, and he caught her concerned gaze in the mirror.

He blinked and some dam broke. He gave in. Gave up.

"Every time you say my bloody name I lose my train of thought."

Her mouth opened, then closed. She breathed in, out, in. Then she turned very slowly to face him, gently disentangling her hand from his. She was so close. He could see gold flecks in the dark of her eyes. Feel her warmth and her pull on him like a magnet.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" She spoke so softly it was barely sound.

He wanted to laugh, he wanted to bloody cry. "I don't know. It depends entirely on what you think."

She was silent for a long moment in which Draco felt himself hovering on the edge of something, like looking down from an enormous height. The room was utterly quiet around them, but for a brush of wind against the windows.

"I think." She reached up and she was whispering in his ear. "Draco. That it's good." And then he felt her lips fucking brush his skin. "Draco," she said and kissed him again. "Draco." Kiss. "Draco." The last whisper of her lips was very near his jaw and Draco jolted as if out of a trance, his arms going around her and pulling her to him, even as he stepped her backward against the nearest pillar and kissed her, ravenously, like he could never get enough.

#dramione #dramione fanfiction #dhr #dhr fanfiction #draco x hermione #say my name #teacher draco #class is in session

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somanyfandomsblog · 2 years

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I have a fanfic on AO3 called When I Kissed The Teacher!

Here’s a description and I’ll link it below if you want to check it out :)

harry is raising teddy as his own because remus passed. he’s 23 with a 4 year old. now, teddy is starting preschool and harry is nervous enough about that as it is... but then it just so happens that his teacher is one of the most beautiful men that harry has ever seen... what could go wrong?

just a cutsey story that might make your teeth rot!!!

#drarry #harry potter #draco x harry #teddy lupin #teacher draco #harry raising teddy

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alexsays-no · 2 months

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Introducing Darco to the art teacher & Daddy AU ♡

And the story continues with this dynamite duo of caos, I love them so much!!!

#marauders fanart #marauders era #marauders fandom #regulus black #regulus black fanart #james potter #james potter fanart #jegulus #art teacher and daddy au #harry potter fanart #harry potter #draco malfoy fanart #draco malfoy

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drarrily-we-row-along · 11 months

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“Bed, love,” a soft voice murmured, startling Harry where he was not sleeping on his stack of grading he had yet to complete.

“Can’t,” he said, shaking his head and then his hands for good measure. “Too much to do.”

Draco huffed a soft laugh, fingers gently squeezing Harry’s neck and soothing the tension. “You’re just sleeping at the desk.”

He shook his head again and forced his eyes open, “I wasn’t,” he argued, lying through his teeth. “Just resting my eyes. They hurt,” he added as he shoved his glasses up to rub them.

“It’s one in the morning, love, and you’ve been working all day, of course your eyes hurt.”

He groaned, “I’m never gonna finish these,” he said as he dropped his head to the top of the pile of papers.

“Come on,” Draco said. “Stand up. Come to bed.” He leaned down and brushed a kiss over the nape of Harry’s neck, “If not for your sake, then for mine. I don’t sleep well when you’re not there.”

It was a lie and they both knew it. Draco slept like a log as long as Harry was in their flat somewhere. He’d said it before, Harry’s magic permeated the whole space when he was there. “Slytherin,” he accused.

“Yes, yes,” Draco replied as he guided Harry out of his chair. “You can thank me tomorrow.”

Too tired to argue, Harry followed him to their room and let Draco’s magic wash over him, stripping him down to his boxers.

“Bed,” Draco said, nudging him toward the warm, cocoon of space that Draco had been sleeping in before coming to get Harry.

He collapsed onto the mattress, groaning as his spine stretched out from the hunched position it had been in, muscles aching.

“You’re getting old,” Draco said as he climbed in beside Harry, his hand soothing over Harry’s back before he covered them.

He scowled at him, “I’m younger than you are.”

“But listen to the one of us who’s grunting and moaning about laying down.”

“I’ll give you something to grunt and moan about,” he grumbled.

Draco laughed, “I think you’d fall asleep half way through. Hell, I would be surprised if you could even get it up right now.”

“Be nice to me,” he whined.

With a soft laugh, Draco drew him in and wrapped him in his arms, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“Thanks,” he said, softly, not sure what he would do without someone to tell him to rest, and eat, and exist outside of being a teacher.

Another kiss to the top of his head and Harry was already drifting off. “Sleep well, love you.”

#drarry #love #soft #professor draco #professor harry #fluffy #being a teacher is hard bro #part of the author’s unofficial trauma response fics 😂#short and sweet #one shot

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material-natural-southern · 12 hours

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https://cynthia-516.tengp.icu/bw/tqd7u0Z

#fantasy high #draco malfoy x reader #lesbian pride #silver the hedgehog #teacher crush #hypnosub #john oliver #thirteenth doctor #rick owens #felicity smoak

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day-hospital-there-shake · 7 days

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https://rachel-857.mjcyd.asia/p/t7BrJh0

#alexander hamilton #bdsmlife #draco malfoy x reader #lesbian pride #silver the hedgehog #teacher crush #hypnosub #jake gyllenhaal #auspol #korean girl #sara retali

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scullymurphy · 2 years

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My New Dramione Multi-chap Now Live!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41597901

Hermione Granger is 28 years old when her life falls apart. Cheated-on, flatless, in a dead end job, she decides to change one thing she can--take a class and try for some career advancement. But change is never easy, especially when an old enemy is the catalyst...

"Just as the minute hand clicked over to the hour, the doorknob twisted and a figure slipped into the room. He was tall and a bit windblown. Hermione had a general impression of fine wool, crisp cuffs and polished leather, and then a more specific one of the most beautiful grey coat—highlighting his shoulders and eyes, skimming to just the right place on his knife creased trousers as he pivoted elegantly away from the door. He was smiling slightly. His movements were precise and confident. He was wearing the softest-looking gloves. He was not Professor Belinda Rowle. He was Draco bloody Malfoy."

#dramione #dramione fanfiction #dramione WIP #teacher draco #student hermione #good coats #autumn vibes #how hermione got her groove back #those of you who suggested praise kink i'll have you know I took that suggestion

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fortunatefires · 9 months

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Also if you compare Hermione to a character like Annabeth functionally they have the same role within the story. They are there to drive the plot and be a walking encyclopedia for the reader/main character. And yet where Hermione gets shoved aside and all the cool shit she does happens in the background you get Annabeth doing badass shit right up front. Like, if Annabeth did any of the shit Hermione did it wouldn't be brushed off the way it was. If Annabeth made her family forget her, turned someone into a bug and trapped them in a jar, knitted hats to free elves, any of that shit then Percy would be beside her 100% he would be in awe and absolutely terrified at her power and dedication. But what we get from Harry basically amounts to "Thanks nerd. Anyways, what's my next task?"

#I'll never not be mad about how jkr treated hermione #She deserved better #Draco deserved better too #Because he's so fucking flat #We never fucking learn his true motivations #And how he acts doesn't match up with what we're told about him #That shit doesn't make sense #That's why in so many headcanons Draco is abused or manipulated by his family #Because a child with a healthy family dynamic doesn't act like that #And a kid that grew up in a neglectful household doesn't fucking act like harry #He's confident and outgoing and charming #Ain't no kid that comes straight out of neglect gonna be like ~time to piss off my teachers~#That's where people pleasers and perfectionists come from #I'm done ranting lmao #I just have feelings about this #Harry potter #Hp #Percy jackson #Annabeth chase #percabeth #pjo #Hermione granger #Text #Text post #Rant #Bookblr

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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cw: mentions (off screen) child neglect/abuse

"Don't," Harry said without looking up, words coming out muffled against the sleeve of his jumper. He shouldn't have been surprised that Draco found him here, sitting at the end of the pier, knees against his chest as he stared out over the lake.

Draco sat down next to him, heat radiating from his body, "I haven't even said anything yet," he said, feet dangling over the edge.

He shook his head, he could feel Draco's eyes on him but would be damned if he looked over at him. Every thought, every feeling would be written on his face. It hadn't always been that way but at some point Harry's body had decided he was safe with the other man and refused to mask his emotions anymore. "I don't want it."

"Don't want what?" Draco asked and Harry knew that he was just trying to get him to say the words.

The temptation to look over just to glare at him in response was strong. He didn't want his kindness, his gentleness, didn't want his words telling Harry that he was good, that he was enough. Those were the words Draco always gave him when things like this happened and Harry burned with hatred for them. For himself. "Don't," he managed, voice low and wounded, dangerous.

For a moment Draco didn't say anything, didn't do anything apart from looking at Harry like he thought that staring at him would make Harry look back. The silence couldn't last, unfortunately, "It's not your fault," he said, looking out over the lake. "And self-flagellating doesn't actually fix anything."

He looked over at Draco, "Sitting here is not about fixing things," he replied, voice scathing. "A child is actively living through trauma, Draco," he said because maybe that reminder would awaken something in him, would make him feel the same burning, agonizing resentment that was consuming Harry.

"I know," Draco said calmly.

"And they're going to send her back to them!" he roared, chest heaving. "She is living in a home where the adults demonstrate with their words and their actions that she doesn't matter." He shook his head, "She's eleven and she said that she was glad that she was here so that she didn't have to be such a burden on her family. How it would probably be easier for them and they'd be happier if she just didn't exist. What the fuck?!" he shouted, beyond frustrated, beyond any hope that there was anything he could do to make this world any less fucked up.

Draco rested a hand on his shoulder but Harry shrugged him off.

"Don't fucking touch me," he spit.

Draco said nothing and Harry recoiled from himself, he didn't want to hurt the other man, didn't want to slice him open the way that Harry was feeling torn to shreds.

"I can't. I told you not to push," Harry said, "I fucking told you to leave me alone."

"Harry," Draco said softly, "I'm not going anywhere."

"You should be!" He stood and paced away from the other man, still not looking at him, he couldn't bear to. He already knew what Draco's face would be doing, knew the soft set of his mouth, the wrinkle between his eyebrows, the way his eyes would say all of the words that Harry couldn't bear to hear. "I'm not in a good place right now."

"I know that," Draco replied steadily, "I'm not going anywhere."

"And when I just keep shouting at you? Pushing you away? What then?"

He hummed, "You're not actually mad at me. You're mad, and rightfully so," he said emphatically, "I'm mad, too. Your anger is right, and just, and good," he said. "And I am more than happy to bear witness to it. I want to bear witness to you, to your anger and your grief, to your guilt and shame. I want to see you."

"I don't want you to," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I don't want you to see me. I want to be kind to you, good to you," he said. "I want to treat you with gentleness and care, and I can't do that when I feel like this."

Draco looked over his shoulder at where Harry was standing and their eyes met. It shot straight through Harry and all of the emotions that he'd been holding back, trying to rationalize, trying to tamp down, came rushing to the surface.

"I don't want to," he said, shaking his head, eyes stinging with grief, rage hot in his chest, both things making it nearly impossible to draw a deep enough breath. "I don't want you to see it."

"I know," Draco murmured. "Thanks for letting me anyway."

He shook his head, "It's not fair," he murmured, defeated.

"No, it's not," Draco agreed. "None of this is fair."

"You didn't see her face," he whispered. "You didn't see her eyes or hear the way that she talked," he scrubbed his hands over his face. "My whole fucking heart just-" he gasped out, trying to articulate the way his entire heart had shattered into a thousand piece that he didn't think he'd ever be able to put back together, but not even able to complete his sentence.

"Thank you," Draco said.

"For what?" he asked incredulously, because nothing he'd done had done any good. Talking to Minerva, talking to the child protective services in the muggle community she was from, none of it mattered. There weren't any visible marks of abuse, they weren't going to do anything.

Draco gave him a sad little smile and it twisted the knife even deeper into Harry's heart. "For coming to work today," he said softly. "For seeing our students, and loving our students, and being a safe space for them-"

"It doesn't matter!" he exclaimed. "Don't you see?" he asked. "Fuck. There's nothing I can do. Nothing is going to change for her-"

"Everything has changed for her-"

"How?" he exploded. "She's still going to have to go back there when school ends in four weeks. She's going to spend the summer pretending that she doesn't exist, wishing that she didn't exist."

He stood up and took Harry's face in his hands so that Harry made eye contact. "Having someone listen, having someone see you, it changes everything. You're right, the system is fucked up, everything about this is awful. But what you did for her, it matters. You listening matters."

"It's not enough," he said, closing his eyes as the tears spilled down his cheeks. "It's not."

"It's not," Draco agreed and that last bit standing in Harry's heart shattered, the last vestige of hope completely snuffed out. "But you are."

He huffed a bitter laugh that sounded more like a sob.

"You, being you is enough. It's not going to fix everything," he agreed. "It isn't. But it doesn't mean that you aren't enough."

"I don't feel like enough," he whispered, the words like knives as they left his throat. "I just feel like I fail them over, and over, and over again."

"You're not."

"I feel like I've got nothing to give them," he confessed, "like what's the point of teaching them defense against the dark arts when it's not monsters and evil wizards that they're fighting? It's the adults who treat them like they're nothing, it their own fucking learned behaviors, and trauma, and thought patterns that they're going to fight the rest of their lives. What's the point?"

Draco was quiet for a heartbeat and Harry opened his eyes to look at him. "You don't treat them like they're nothing."

"Of course I don't," he replied, so offended by the mere suggestion that he could ever-

"It's enough. You are enough," he repeated. "They need you to be you," he said softly, "that's it. They just need you to see them and hear them. It's enough."

"It doesn't feel like it," he said, more tears spilling out without his consent.

He nodded wrapping his arms lightly around Harry's waist, giving him the freedom to pull away if he wanted to. "I know," he said softly.

And Harry collapsed against him, body resting heavily against Draco's. "I can't do it," he whispered, all gaping, aching weakness.

"You're not alone," Draco said softly, kissing his temple. "You don't have to do it alone."

"Promise?"

Draco nodded, "I promise love. I'm not going anywhere."

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