Summary: Harry thinks “Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?” is a much simpler question than, “Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don’t, what will you do?”
Malfoy is too skinny, and too pointy, and too pale, and he is, indeed, Harry discovers one evening as Malfoy changes out of his work clothes, covered in scars, crisscrossing all over his torso as a reminder of Harry’s stupidity. He has that ugly mark on his arm, too, and he smokes too much, and drinks far too many cups of coffee a day, so he’s always on edge. He’s argumentative and rude and completely mental and even ugly when he sneers. And when he leans close to Harry to show him something from the Prophet, smelling like vanilla and coffee and cigarettes, Harry wants to kiss him, and it’s so, so stupid. It doesn’t make any sense at all.
“heel of the bread”???!!! omg I never knew that was what it was called I LOVE GETTING A SLICE OF EDUCATION WITH MY DICK FIC
By the by, this was excellent. It’s been recced by all and sundry and for that reason I wanted to not like it, just to have something different to say (immature, mOI?) but alas, it twas not to be. This is just all round quality. Length? Check. Humour? Check. Slow-burn romance with glorious sweetness, familiarity and freshness, balanced with dry wit and face-palm moments leaving you feeling disgusting fulfilled in a post orgasmic, disney credits way? Check check check sigh check.
And if we’re talking specifics - so much love for those dim, dawning-on Harry moments where he finally twigs and his eyes go really wide and the fuck just reverberates around his skull.. ugh this fic gets the art of Harry-cringe so right.drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:long . r:nc17 . c:DH . oneshot . g:romance . g:angst . g:humour . t:muggleworld . t:sexuality . t:friendship . a:ignatiustrout . favourite .
“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 .
He nods. Knows what they thought, and why, and he leans back over the toilet again because he needs to. Can’t remember eating this much, let alone this much salad, and wonders mildly if it’s turned the rest of his stomach against him.
Stupid rebelling salad. Stupid leaving Malfoy.
Stupid, stupid Harry.
I remember this being a good thing
quality reccing once again
ugh curiously’s writing D:drarry . era:posthogwarts . oneshot . l:short . r:pg . c:DH . g:humour . g:romance . g:angst . a:curiouslyfic . oh and . r:nc17 . for second part ;) .
All Harry can do is stare, because the very idea of it makes no sense, but there it is—there he is, sitting at the head of the long, scrubbed pine table, shirt sleeves rolled up and eyes narrowed in concentration, doing what can only be described as gouging at an enormous pumpkin with a large kitchen knife. Beside him sits a steaming mug of something that fills the air with a delicious spicy aroma, and as Harry watches, Malfoy reaches for it, smearing the brightly-coloured ceramic with orange gunk, drinking deeply and then flicking his pale fringe out of his eyes with the blade of the knife before starting once more into the pumpkin.
I don’t get writer’s block— I get full on writer’s suicide whenever I read Sara’s Girl, because honestly? Why the fuck do I bother. My perfect Harry already exists and he’s an amalgamation of all of her’s
omg i hate everythingdrarry . era:8thyear . oneshot . l:short . c:DH . r:pg . g:humour . a:sara'sgirl .
Summary: Draco’s never entirely certain of anything, particularly not in regards to Harry—or moving in together.
Harry sits up. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor next to the bed. Draco fights his natural urge to reach over and pick it up. Harry’s a slob; he always has been and always will be, and it annoys him when Draco points the fact out. “Are we going to talk about this?” Harry asks after a moment.
Draco sits back against the headboard and sighs. “No.”
This is the first new thing I’ve read in fucking ages - and a flat-christening fic (in the truest sense) was an exemplary way to get back in the er, saddle I think. This is pretty much just the inner fretting of a slightly anal commitment-phobe/the talky forplay to some hot-arse mattress sex but, frankly, who the fuck is complaining?drarry . era:posthogwarts . l:medium . r:nc17 . c:DH . oneshot . g:pwp . g:romance . t:established . a:femme . quidditch!potter .
Potter’s foot twitched, as though he wanted to kick Draco, but thought better of it. “You’re a complete prick, you know that?”
Draco had to laugh. “Luckily for me, you like pricks.”
Not really how I’d imagine it to go but fairly certain this was the definition of delectable easy read.drarry . era:8thyear . l:medium . c:DH . r:nc17 . oneshot . g:romance . g:humour . a:faithwood .
Summary: I sit silently in the shadows, staring at the tiny, pulsing ball of light that tells me my Harry’s still alive.
This is what I remember: the faint, slightly sour smell of Harry’s breath as he presses his face against my throat, and the sleepy stretch of my body against his, and the brush of his thick fingers against my forehead as he smoothes my hair back. A quietgood morningwhen I finally open my eyes. The soreness of my arse. The heavy warmth of his prick against my hip as he presses me into the mattress.
“Work,” I say, but his skin is soft beneath my palms. “Twelve hour shift.”
When he bites my jaw I know I’ll be late.
I don’t think I’ve recced this yet because sad.
But femme + weepy fic = burning eyes and an envy filled heart.drarry . era:posthogwarts . r:nc17 . c:DH . oneshot . l:long . g:angst . t:established . t:disability . a:femme . favourite . healer!malfoy . auror!potter . bob'syouruncle . also hows life femme hating anon? if you're not busy how about stopping by as i need an excuse to write an obnoxious sass.gif reply . k thanks hun (◡‿◕✿) .
Draco Malfoy loved the feeling of a mouth around his cock. Hot and wet, a skilled tongue swirling over the straining head and flicking along swollen veins, cheeks hollowing as more intense suction was applied. When a knowledgeable hand slipped further between his thighs, curling around his balls and squeezing gently, he slouched lower in the wing back chair and spread his slender legs to provide the competent fingers room to maneuver. He could feel the heat of the fire burning in the fireplace and sense the flickering flames behind his closed eyelids.
Ok so I don’t have time to reread this but I know, I KNOW this is all the fucking quality. Pretty dark in places from what I can remember but in the best way and most importantly Harry is like, some sort of quasi vicar and as circa ‘06 Paris would say, ‘that’s hawt’. I’m 85% sure there is some vagina clenching sexual relations and quite possible a meaningful happy feels message along the way. (Also I swear Draco makes some hugely inapporiate pedo-priest comment that made me soap-gasp. ugh perfection~)
Plus I’m pretty certain Draco is a super gritty dubious morals borderline contemptible dickface in this one and that makes me all cheshire cat.
A* thumbs up
best rec of all time ?drarry . era:posthogwarts . oneshot . l:long . r:nc17 . c:DH . g:angst . t:established . dark themes . a:oldenuf2nb . favourite . filed under: how to rec successfully when you can remember less than 4% of the plot (✿◠‿◠) .
Draco is the strangest sleeper Harry has ever encountered. He sleeps for only three or four hours at a time in an erratic pattern; he wakes up and wanders around the house half-dressed and muttering to himself at odd, hushed hours of the morning. Harry sleeps soundly these days and he only knows Draco’s first-floor-ground-floor-kitchen routine because he has observed it for himself during the preparation for early shifts and the aftermath of the dreaded nights.
Can’t believe I forgot his one. I think Cecile is my favourite
utterly shaggable OC of all time.
“Oh Merlin,” Blaise says, horrified. “Potter is going to defile you in the family box. I’ll never be able to sit down with Arthur and Molly again.”
“Hah!” Draco points a finger at him. “You admit you’ve had to go to the Cannons as well!”
Blaise rolls his eyes. “I married a Weasley, Draco. It’s the family religion; one must endure their uncivilised customs—” He breaks off as Ginevra’s voice calls out from behind him.
“Oi, I heard that, clever clogs.” Her face appears in the Floo over Blaise’s shoulder. “Hullo, Draco. So you and Harry, eh?”
Draco gives her a long-suffering glare. “Not that it’s anyone’s business—”
Ginevra grins at him. “Hung like a hippogriff, isn’t he?”
This is sort of light and fanciful but mmm cannot rest. And even with the presence of a touch too much carnivorous 4 year old, if ‘femme’ appears in the space after ‘author’, a rec is a given. Plus any fic that kicks off with office sex is a goer.
(insignificant point but I really like the description of the auror uniforms - grey wool with addition stars for department head. Unusual and I liked it)drarry . era:posthogwarts . oneshot . l:medium . r:nc17 . c:DH . g:romance . g:humour . t:established . a:femme . a:noeon . auror!potter . auror!malfoy .
Um, ok, the thing about communal showers…
When did malfoy get so fucking fit? I mean he is still a git and obviously I don’t fancy him or anything like that, but damn!
Now wonder he thinks he’s it with a cock like that!
I must stop thinking about Malfoy’s cock
THIS PUTS THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE OK
Cute, inventive and original.
Plus I’m all about the happy feels right now. Sweary, coffee-medicating Harry is a quality Harry. And grammar correcting, snarky Draco is irrefutably the perfect counterpart.
H/D who don’t indulge in sex bets are not a H/D I recognise.drarry . era:posthogwarts . c:DH . r:pg13 . l:short . g:humour . g:romance . t:epistolary . t:established . t:aurortraining . auror!potter . auror!malfoy . ministry!malfoy . a:tarisue .
Summary: Draco could have the perfect life; all that he desires. If only he’d talk to Potter.
And Potter, for all his false modesties, will strip himself bare and leave you his clothing to follow like a trail of breadcrumbs. You will sit on the ledge of the bath with book open and eyes averted, imagining the arch of his spine or the flex of a toe as it tangles with the chain stopper.
(rolling out the good ones because ugh I can’t cope with this apathy
been awake all night just fucking thinking about quitting tumblr and never looking back but right now i don’t care
“And not a moment too soon, he’ll pull you out into the rain and kiss you gently, the paper crown flagging between your wet faces.”
Nothing I say will be good enough. Every single line is quotable, notable, and currently indelible. Above all else, it’s fucking beautiful. I cut out more than four passages to paste here, but removed them because the joy in this piece lays in the discovery. To put it plainly, I don’t want to be that overzealous trailer. Advice? Take your time and just swim in the words like it’s the last bath you’ll take.drarry . era:posthogwarts . r:nc17 . c:DH . oneshot . l:medium . g:romance . g:angst . t:foreignlands . a:themostpotente . favourite . auror!potter . ministry!malfoy . I need a top tier category stat because this is chairing the committee . I wonder how much of the bullshit I spout is understood . on this occasion I have my sleepless disorientation to blame . which was brought on by a pointless freakout about a pointless freakout . ~ .
The Chosen One, the war hero, Dumbledore’s man through and through – you’ve heard it all. You know every bit of it is slightly exaggerated, if not complete bunk. He has a perpetual halo over his head, sure, but you’ve seen him in the shadowed times, with his wand drawn and spells that could kill tumbling from his lips. You’ve seen him obsess, and hunt, and hate. But you’ve also seen him in jeans and a t-shirt, the hem unravelling and the emblem of a Muggle rock band peeling off his chest. You’ve seen him barefoot. You’ve seen him with his glasses off.
Dear fuck, I love this fic so much.
The prompt: they only fuck when they get high. genius. and sort of beautiful. I’ve been in a bit of a H/D lull lately and this is what I needed to read. (hmm I wonder why I always identify with fics about doing stupid things because you’re young and don’t have a clue?) It’s another of those where I could easily and joyously quote the whole thing - I found the writing almost lyrical. And just so fucking sexy. I also loved the small scope, figment of time aspect, but mostly the feat of creating a story that felt unfinished but not unresolved.
Utterly devine piece of pwp (that’s not really pwp because of all them emotional extras).
You shouldn’t go back every week. You should find yourself a real date, or at least just stay home and wank to a fantasy of someone – anyone – other than Potter. But home is awful. Mother has taken up knitting and Father has taken up drinking, and they alternate between not caring one whit and caring entirely too much that you are nineteen and hopeless and didn’t finish school and have no idea what to do with yourself now that there isn’t a war to fight.
I feel a little giddy
“Just a convenient place to park your cock?” You try to lift your chin as though you have standards, but his mouth is moving over your neck and it’s hard to feign imperiousness right now.
l think I just like any fic that convincingly sex worships Harry
because like noor said the other day ‘you’re such a harry whore’drarry . era:posthogwarts . c:DH . l:short . oneshot . r:nc17 . g:pwp . g:angst . g:HOLYFUCKINGHOT . a:snegurochkalee . favourite .
16 June, 2010
Missing Persons Division
Case File No.: HJP-072389
Name: Harry James Potter
Date of Disappearance: 16 Jun 2004, approx. 8:32am
Place of Disappearance: Primary residence formerly known as Kitchener Farm, Ivybridge, South Hams, Devon PL21
Location of Body:
Cool story. I love anything that’s in the vicinity of mystery/crime, but rarely read because to do the genre well is tough and in the wrong hands is sort of, cheesy? I mean disappearance dramas are inherently a bit cheesy (Without A Trace comes to mind) but it’s a good cheese. A Taste the Difference English cheddar, if you will. Don’t want to say much about the plot as it would render a read a bit pointless, but I’m always up for a bit of Canada, some evil and classic Draco conniving. Also there is a good scene in a pantry.
Hmm.. have to say that this is one of those times were I liked the plot more than I liked the characterisations. They irked me in places and I found it a tad jarring that we are told how much they care about eachother before we see it, but then the plot does address this and the emotions definitely rang true.. honestly I was super jazzed about the plot in general so I got over it.drarry . era:posthogwarts . c:DH . r:nc17 . l:long . oneshot . angst . romance . action . t:disability . (as in amnesia) . t:muggleworld . t:foreignlands . t:established . a:taradiane . healer!malfoy .
“Thank you, Mr Malfoy. I’ve brought the Auror who will be assisting you for the next three weeks.” Shacklebolt casts me a small, odd smile, then steps aside.
It is only then that I realise how execrable this assignment will be. My jaw drops and it’s all I can do not to gape. Standing behind the Head Auror is Harry fucking Potter, looking just as happy to be there as I am but lacking the decency to disguise the fact. His mouth is twisted in a scowl and his heavy black brows ride low over his flashing green eyes.
Since it’s now september (and Pimm’s session is over so it’s officially all about fucking christmas) I now don’t feel like that one weirdo playing mariah in July and am unashamedly reccing some festive goodness. The premise is a bit of fun, the writing is very palatable and Draco’s voice is perfectly timed. Also surly Potter I heart thee.drarry . era:posthogwarts . c:DH . oneshot . l:medium . g:romance . g:humour . a:noeon . auror!potter . ministry!malfoy . r:pg13 .