“Why were you watching me?” Draco asks as he steps into the classroom, shutting the door behind him so he and Harry are alone inside. The question sounds genuinely curious rather than angry. Christ, what Harry wouldn’t give for him to actually act like Malfoy for once, instead of moping around like the fucking doormat he’s been lately. The thing in Harry’s chest pulses, and the words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.
“Because I was amazed you’d actually come to breakfast instead of spending the ten minutes before lessons lying on your back somewhere.”
Legit haven’t read fic in months but something about shitty english weather and actually being awake before midday got me in the mood. Kenco Millicano and a little light-angst jealousy fic, just the ticket.drarry . era:8thyear . oneshot . l:short . r:nc17 . c:DH . g:angst . g:pwp . a:saraholmes .
“Keeping warm?” Harry asks, his voice low.
Draco nods, eyes flickering over Harry’s face. “I’ve fucking had it with being cold.”
The body pressed against him is warm and growing steadily warmer and Harry can’t think of a decent objection. Sleeping with your partner is probably against the rules and probably a sure-fire recipe for disasters, but he’s sick of being cold too, and the idea of forgetting about it for even a short while is a welcome one. Harry slowly moves to wrap his arms around Draco, palms splayed out over his back, and then Draco lowers his head to gently press his mouth to Harry’s.
Sometimes it’s simple.drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:short . r:nc17 . oneshot . c:DH . g:romance . g:humour . t:friendship . a:saraholmes . auror!potter . auror!malfoy .
Summary: Harry’s not entirely sure how he ends up kissing Draco Malfoy…
Harry suddenly understands, all the pieces falling together in his brain in quick succession. It’s just like when he worked out the riddle of the Hallows; it all slips into pace effortlessly and he just knows he’s right.
“You like me,” he says. His voice catches and sounds strange to his own ears.
“Well done,” Draco replies, his voice hoarse. “Finally worked it out, well done, round of applause, another point to Potter-“
100% remedy fic. Cuteness off the charts.drarry . era:8thyear . c:DH . oneshot . r:pg . l:short . g:romance . a:saraholmes . did I say I don't read fluff? .
Summary: Draco Malfoy knows something is not right in his life and starts to wonder if he’s really cut out for high society living. It starts with cold coffee. It ends with Harry Potter.
“Traitor,” I snap as he nibbles along my ear. Potter’s owl shuffles up along the back of a chair in a manner that can only be described as sheepish, and I grudgingly feel a surge of respect mingled with exasperation. It did manage to get past Apollo after all. Brave, insistent, stubborn and reckless; the damn thing should be wearing glasses and have a fucking scar on its head.
Fun and romancey - just a really cute read. The pub scene is a definite fav as I do love a bit of macho ‘don’t fuck with him’ Ron, and I can’t help but find ‘roll with it’ Harry and ‘fuck it all’ Draco just a tinsy bit adorable. Also I enjoyed the sense of this being Draco’s DH catharsis and the ending was decidedly spot-on.
“Rest assured if I were straight I’d definitely do you. Tell you what- you can be top of my reserve list if I ever decide to not be bent.”drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:long . r:nc17 . c:DH . oneshot . g:romance . t:friendship . a:saraholmes .
“Has Malfoy asked about me lately?”
Theo looks up, surprise being his expression of choice. “No preamble today then Potter?” he asks mildly.
“No. Tell me.” Harry says shortly.
Theo raises an eyebrow. “This morning at breakfast. Said you looked tired.”
Harry ran his hands through his hair distractedly. “I don’t get this- he’s hated me for years, he’s still off with me- why is he asking?”
“Have you never thought about why he was such an unreasonable twat to you all this time?” Theo asks carefully.
“What?” Harry is baffled. “You think he was unreasonable?”
“Focus, Potter,” Theo sighs and reaches for his quill. “Rerun that sentence in your head in about ten minutes and see if you get it then.”
Oh this is lovely 8th year stuff. Sort of awkwardly sweet but not too neat. I love that they both can’t sleep - it reiterates that ”two sides of the same coin” vibe they have. I also love when Harry has a slytherin friend. I’m not so into h/d friendship unless they are super crap at it, I just find it unrealistic if they are inexplicably chummy or suddenly possess an ability to stand eachother. They should be arguing or fucking. Or both. That’s how I see it. And this fic treads the line nicely. I loved Ron’s general perceptiveness, Harry’s fucked-off attitude when he finally works things out - perfect example of irrationality - and Draco’s bare venerability. He is almost an anti-fanon Draco in as much as he is broken down, a bit messy, wears black cotton instead of silk. I think it was a deliberate play by the author, one that I find a refreshing fit here.drarry . era:8thyear . c:DH . l:medium . oneshot . r:pg13 . g:romance . g:angst . t:wartrauma . (light) . a:saraholmes .
“Seriously, Harry,” Ron panted, leaning forwards with his hands braced on his knees. “It’s a wonder that you save any goals when you’re too busy staring at Draco’s arse.”
“No worse than Dean staring at Padma’s tits,” Harry retorted, all out of denials. He knew he’d been looking and it was a fair cop on Ron’s part.
At least there weren’t any questions evaluating Harry’s sanity. Ron just laughed and turned away to shout something offensive at Seamus, running after the ball as if it were worth all the Galleons in Gringotts.
This made me so happy! You know a good 8th year fic will do that, and this was just sweet and lovely and exactly what I needed. Boisterous Gryffidor boys, a bit of post-war apathy, bonding over a truly english game - I loved it. I aways get this warm, smug feeling when I read a fic that’s especially british — it’s like membership to a special little club were only we have knowledge of such celebrated national conventions as The Sun’s dubious “journalism”, page-three girls and offside rule sexism. I love this type of Harry - genuinely good but still a bit of a bumbling idiot. And nervous but defiant Draco - how could you not want to snuggle him? Also there is just something sexy about the muddy commonness of football. It’s sweaty, it’s rudimentary, it’s rough…shirtless? But my pervy semi-naked footballer fetish aside - the sense of community, of rebuilding something flawed, of laughter and friendship that comes with “The Beautiful Game” ~ there is an undeniable magic in that.
ps Is the title a cliched match commentator joke? because being the total girl that I am - I’m very proud of myself I got it!drarry . era:8thyear . l:medium . oneshot . c:DH . g:humour . g:romance . a:saraholmes . r:pg13 . favourite . bob'syouruncle .
Summary: Draco hates leprechauns. The feeling is mutual.
“So is that instantly accessible?” asked the young wizard sitting in the chair opposite Draco’s desk. “When can I withdraw it?”
Draco paused, quill inches from the parchment. “Your vault will be updated by tomorrow morning.”
“Tomorrow?” the wizard asked, frowning. “That’s a long time. I thought transfers had to be done by the end of the working day.”
Draco stared at him. “If you wanted it today, why on earth did you deposit it? Why not just convert it?”
The wizard flushed, fidgeting uncomfortably. “Barclays does it within a day,” he muttered.
Draco rolled his eyes and signed the piece of paper with a flourish. He knew full well that no Gringotts teller would be able to access deposited money that quickly, and besides, he also knew there was no one named Barclay working in the currency department.
(Barclays reference? cos y’know we be all about swift banking the British Isles bitch!) This was cute as. I know a lot of people get put off by established relationship fics, but I don’t really understand why. I suppose it’s the lack of build-up, but I always enjoy little snap-shot type dealios. This made me laugh really, we’ve all had those days (although perhaps not for the same reason…vengeful pissed-off leprechauns are not something I have experience with.) Draco’s characterisation was sort of perfect to me, I love it when he’s petulant and I mean, he would totally floss and call his kitchen poky - wouldn’t he?
This was all a bit of silly fun and then it had to go and have a serious, relatable message about being thankful and appreciative for how fortunate we are, making me (in my vunerable and pathetically hormonal state - fuck you forever fictional god for making me a women ARGH) go a little teary. Had a slight A Christmas Carol vibe which I really liked.
Aw, and Harry babe, does it have to be his birthday for Draco to get it filthy and impersonal? This was hilarious and rather sweet to me.drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:medium . r:nc17 . oneshot . c:DH . g:humour . g:romance . t:established . a:saraholmes . gringotts!malfoy .
Draco knew exactly what he was fucking doing, and it was driving Harry to distraction. He knew Harry was watching; knew Harry was waiting for him to say something - anything. This sort of confrontation didn’t happen often, and Harry was never entirely sure exactly how it came about, but the signs were unmistakable. The tension. Draco ignoring him. The perfect stillness of that tall frame. Harry’s foot tapping in restlessness. The silence.
Oh yes. Whatever the fuck it was, it was on.
Oh this is so fucking excellent. I love it. Competition is one of the many aspects that make h/d such an exciting pairing. I adore this type of friends-to-more scenario. When they’re in that awkward limbo, the frienemy zone - a sexual tension filled wilderness where the electricity is palpable but, whether its uncertainty or obliviousness, neither party has managed to man up and make the move. Draco is perfect, all Slytherin opportunism and masked vulnerability. Harry’s all Gryffindor ballsyness and gleeful shit-suring. I love the simple, domestic backdrop. The need for each others attention. When they kiss like they fight and argue over who gets to fuck who. I don’t even think they care it’s just another opportunity for oneupmanship. I also like it when they’ve slept with other people. No first-time stress, no angst, just hot it’s-been-coming sex. Like this fic, straight forward and funny with punch and personality. Draco complains, Harry’s an arrogant prat - who does what he does best; lick Draco’s arsehole like a pro. What more could you want?drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:medium . r:nc17 . oneshot . c:DH . g:humour . g:romance . t:friendship . a:saraholmes . favourite .
I’m not good at this, but thank you. And I’m sorry. For everything.
Funny, heartfelt, not too long but perfectly complete. Harry is wonderfully infuriating, confused and resentful. He lashes out, unable to work out why he’s so angry or whether he’s ready to face the answer so obvious to everyone but him. Draco will tug on your heart-strings. He’s beautifully apologetic and quite uniquely portrayed- unsure of himself, just trying to make up for past mistakes in world that is only half-ready to forgive. They are both unstable and volatile and the author does an exemplary job of presenting post-war healing. Bill is brilliant as a secondary character and makes a nice change from the usual Silver/Golden Trio. Interesting, slightly nonlinear storytelling in the form of letters (oh the letters!), snappy dialogue and a smooth, tight writing style. A gorgeous, simple read.drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:medium . r:nc17 . oneshot . c:DH . g:romance . a:saraholmes . obliviator!potter . cursebreaker!malfoy . favourite .