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@drarrymicrofic | prompt: ball | wc: 50

Draco sprawled, shocked from the blow.

Infuriating feet danced round his head. No finesse, but plenty of instinct; no shortage of raw skill.

“Gloating’s unbecoming,” Draco sighed.

“I’ll gloat later. Winner buys dinner—curry?”

“Italian.” Draco bounced up, smiling. “Your footwork’s improving.”

Kiss, laugh, dodge.

Forever?

Forever.

In the early days of their relationship, Draco had wondered about the little notebook Harry kept on his person.

It was a small thing, barely big enough to fit in the palm of his hand. Plain black leather. Muggle-made, with crisp white paper instead of the aged yellow of parchment.

Then, as the days bled into weeks and the weeks into months, Draco’s curiosity only grew.

Harry rarely got it out in front of him, but when he did, he was always careful to angle it away, shielding the contents as he scribbled. Tiny little scratches of his hand, sharp and quick, so frantic that Draco often wondered how Harry managed to read his own writing afterwards.

On the morning of their first anniversary, Draco finally asked.

“What is that?”

Sleep-mussed and bleary-eyed, Harry took a moment to realise Draco was speaking to him.

“Darling?”

“Huh?” Harry looked up, blinking once.

He looked adorable like this. Curled up in the corner of the sofa, wearing the ratty grey joggers Draco claimed to hate but, in truth, didn’t. Bare-chested because, apparently, Harry was allergic to clothing on Sunday mornings.

Draco didn’t hate that either.

In his lap was the notebook, perched precariously on his thigh. In one hand, a Muggle biro. In the other, his coffee.

“What is that little thing you’re always writing in?” Draco asked, curling up beside him.

The smile Harry gave him was coy and lopsided, a flush of pink spreading across his cheeks. He cleared his throat, set his coffee down, and leaned forward until there was barely an inch between them.

“A present,” Harry explained, his voice a whisper.

Puzzled, Draco tilted his head. “A present?”

It took Harry a moment to respond. “Yes. For you.”

Then it took Draco a moment to hear the words properly.

“For me?”

And another for Harry to offer the book over.

Carefully, tentatively, he held it out.

Confused, nervous, and a little bit excited, Draco accepted it. Harry’s eyes remained fixed on him as he opened it to the first page.

365 Reasons Why I Love Draco Fucking Malfoy

“I started this the moment you said yes to a date. Three hundred and sixty-five days ago,” Harry explained. “I knew then that I wanted a million plus one days with you. Three hundred and sixty-five reasons are simply not enough to even begin to explain why I love you.”

With shaking hands, Draco flipped through the pages, and with each turn, he felt his heart grow larger and larger until it threatened to tip over and spill out of him entirely.

#16 – Owled me just to say hello.

#45 – Remembered Hermione’s favourite wine and brought it round for dinner because he knew I’d forget.

#51 – Bought me a limited-edition Puddlemere jersey for my birthday. How he did that, I don’t know. They were sold out everywhere.

#96 – Took Teddy to his Junior Quidditch club when I couldn’t get out of work.

#148 – Brewed me Pepper-Up Potion when I caught a cold.

#193 – Booked us a surprise weekend trip to France. He wants to introduce me formally to his mum.

#228 – Saved Christmas dinner when Molly burnt the turkey by Apparating home to get the one he’d saved for our Boxing Day meal.

#274 – Ate my arse out for a solid forty-five minutes until I was a whimpering, fucking mess before shagging me something rotten.

#319 – Took Ron to St Mungo’s when he fell off his broom like the idiot he is.

#339 – Agreed to move in with me.

#365 – Said yes.

Tears fell freely, but Draco didn’t care. He wiped them away, stomach in knots, heart lodged somewhere in his throat.

Three hundred and sixty-five reasons why Harry loved him sat in the palm of his hand.

He looked at the last page again.

“Said yes?” he asked.

Harry nodded, his own eyes welling. With a shaky breath, he said, “Will you marry me?”

The question landed hard and firm between them, and Draco knew he would need three hundred and sixty-five ways to say yes.

He started with the simplest one.

With a teary chuckle, he nodded—resolute.

“Yes. Merlin, yes.”

From the pocket of his joggers, Harry pulled out a small box and opened it.

Inside, nestled in the velvet cushion, was a silver ring.

#1: NSAsquith is a wordsmith.

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Bite Me by @jungatheart [E, 33k]

Harry had never been good at living. How could anyone really expect him to be, with his upbringing? It didn’t really scream functional adult. So it wasn’t a surprise that he sucked at being a vampire. The surprise was the level of sucking. Or, more accurate, lack thereof.

2. Dance for me by The_Taco_Writes [?, 3k]

Harry Potter yearns for Draco Malfoy and his arse, but he had fucked up his chances with Draco. Luck would have it that Harry and Ron find themselves at a Theodore Nott's party where Draco's in a skirt, waving that majestic arse around. Harry is a man possessed.

3. If You Want to Love Me, then Darlin’ Don’t Refrain by doomer416 [T, 2k]

“Dearest, Potter Just because you see tear stains all over this does not mean that I miss you, or that I care about you. And it’s certainly not because I’ve been staring at this empty page almost for half an hour now, trying to explicate my feelings…"

4. Inner Caveman by @orolin-writes [E, 8k]

Ménage à Malfoy by skotini for @dronarryfest

Fic | Rating M | 11k words | Draco/Harry/Ron

Summary:

Draco always gets what he wants, so of course he gets the two men he’s always wanted—his ex-nemeses Harry and Ron. But the two best friends don't want the other to know about their relationship with Draco, so he’s living a secret double life between them.

Double the risk, but also—potentially—double the reward…

Pranks and workplace flirting and a charity gala (which will be important to the plot, so stay tuned for more!)—oh my!

Read Chapter 2: The Offices of Weasley, Malfoy, Patterson, & Potter now or, if you missed it, start with the Prologue.

A snippet from Draco's office shenanigans:

“I just got an owl from the Memory, Neuropathy, and Dementia Support League,” he began, and Draco stifled his grin, leaning forwards and giving Harry a little nod of interest, “about their annual fundraising gala.”

“What a delight,” Draco said. “I do know how you love galas.”

Harry continued to glare. “They thanked me,” he continued, “for my offer to match all the donations they receive this month.”

“This month, really! Why, I do believe that it’s their pledge month. An offer to match their donations is generous indeed. You never told me you were doing that.”

“Oh, shitting wank, this coffee has dairy in it!” Draco seethes. “That bastard Muggle coffee box has failed me.”

“Will you stop swearing in front of the baby?” Harry hisses through a tight, pained smile—he bitterly regrets teaching Draco Muggle swear words.

Through the window into the newborn nursery, he sees their little one sleeping in her crib. Six hours old.

“She can’t hear us, there’s a massive pane of glass right here, you twa—” Draco catches Harry’s glare and stops himself. “Twat,” he finishes in a whisper, setting the coffee down. Draco cannot stomach dairy.

Harry rolls his eyes and turns back to the baby. Born via magical surrogacy, Lily Narcissa Malfoy-Potter came from both of them. Bright blond hair, beautiful green eyes, and already radiating enough magic that Harry is certain she’ll be a powerful witch.

“She’s beautiful,” Harry says softly. “I can’t believe she’s finally here.”

He leans against the windowsill, and Draco rests his head on Harry’s shoulder. It’s been a long night pacing the St Mungo’s labour ward, and their darling friend Hermione is finally asleep now, having done wonderfully carrying and delivering their baby. But Harry can’t sleep. He’s too wired.

That’s their daughter.

“Isn’t it mad?” Draco whispers. “After all our… history.”

“History?” Harry repeats, amused.

Draco hears it as a question. “Hmm. All those years we spent hating each other. Who would have thought that at thirty-five we’d be fathers… together?”

Harry smiles, pressing a soft kiss to Draco’s head. “Want to hear something funny?”

“You can try.”

“You said something very similar when we first said ‘I love you,’” Harry replies.

Draco glances up at him through pale lashes. “Right. How is that funny?”

“You also said it when I formally met your parents.”

“I’m waiting for the punchline.”

“And when we bought a house together, and when I proposed, and when we got married—”

Draco straightens, rolling his eyes so hard that, for a moment, they nearly disappear.

“Oh, and ten months ago, when I suggested having a child, you said, ‘Who would have thought that the Chosen One would want to have a baby with me?’—”

“Alright, alright,” Draco groans, cutting in. “No need to keep harping on about it.”

Harry smiles fondly, taking in his husband’s stubborn expression as it softens. Draco remains standing there with his arms crossed, but the corner of his mouth lifts as he looks back at their daughter.

“I hear what you’re saying,” he says eventually. “Sometimes I just can’t believe that this is my life. I don’t feel like I deserve it.”

Draco lets Harry wrap his arms around him, melting into the touch.

“Everything before the war, my love, is ancient history. Alright? Everything after that is the real history. And you do deserve it.”

Harry straightens, glances once more at their daughter, then threads his fingers through Draco’s.

“Come on,” he says. “Let’s get you a cup of coffee you can actually drink.”

“If you can make the Muggle coffee box work, I’ll love you forever.”

“It’s a machine,” Harry corrects.

“It’s a liar, is what it is. I swear I asked for almond milk, Harry, but instead I get cow juice. What the f—”

💚A collective rec list of our favorite @jungeatheart Drarry fics 💚

Moodboard by @lexi-leckstar

Fun, sweet, and an amazing writer - Jungatheart is a lovely member of the Drarry writing community, and we have some of her best fics to share! If you're looking for pining, humour, angst, and falling in love, check out these gems - we're sure you'll love them as much as us!

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Rumour Has It

Rating: Explicit Word count: 48K

Summary: Draco Malfoy makes a living gossiping about Harry Potter. Harry makes a hobby out of giving him new material. Soon, it’s hard to tell whether the Chosen One has finally gone off the rails or if the column has taken creative writing a bit too far.

REC by @upon-poppyhills: Dearest readers, I am telling you now, if you are looking for a fic that's hilarious, clever (banger lines every other sentence), heartfelt, hot (🔥), and did I say hilarious, then this is the fic for you! Jungatheart had me rolling from the first chapter with her funny, self-deprecating Harry whose brilliant solution to discovering Draco is behind the often clever but invasive articles about him is to commit acts so crazy and so absurd, his readers will think twice before believing him.

Cue drunken benders, wild conspiracy theories, and the possibility of maybe falling in love with your former arch-nemesis.

This is a delightful fun romp you cannot miss! ❤️

Read Rumor Has It on AO3!

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The One Where Everyone Sleeps with Malfoy

Rating: M Word count: 15k

Summary: How do you deal with Draco Malfoy becoming a post-war sex god and casually infiltrating your friend group? You don’t. Or: The One Where Harry Loses His Shit.

REC by @angeldog5: This fic made me laugh more than I can remember laughing in a long, long time. The star of the show—as you will be irretrievably convinced—is one Harry James Potter who loses his precious little mind when Malfoy begins making friends with his friends, then promptly proceeds in introducing them to hitherto untrespassed heights of pleasure (I’m looking at you Neville “I came so hard I—” Longbottom). Anyone would go a little crazy, right? Perfectly understandable, right?? Right???! Well, as he does in all things, Harry Potter goes big. His crash out will confound,provoke, astonish! 

Jungatheart has a way of writing that reads like water flows because she has an incredible instinct for balance. I shed tears of laughter and joy, I closed my laptop with a happy little ache in my heart. Do yourself a favor and read this, for real for real. 

Funniest Harry & Loveliest Draco you ever did meet in this one folks.

Prepare to be dazzled ;)

Read TOWESWM on AO3!

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Keep Tag

Rating: T Word count: 10k

Summary: It’s all fun and lasers until it turns personal.

REC by @lettersbyelise: This fic is a RIOT. Imagine the Gryffindor and Slytherin gangs meeting up for a game of laser tag for Ron’s bachelor party and you’ll get the picture. This fic is so full of understated humor and hilarious little gems, I was laughing out loud the whole time. Harry is so oblivious while also being completely obsessed with (taking down) Draco. Draco is so sneaky and quick-witted and charming and bloody RUTHLESS. All of their friends are perfectly characterized and funny in their own right. An excellent, well-written, fast-paced romp you don’t want to miss!

Read Keep Tag on AO3!

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The Curse-Breaker’s Guide to Accidentally Sleeping With Your Partner

Rating: E Word count: 10.5k

Summary: A snowstorm. A cursed cabin. And two cursebreaker partners who definitely aren't attracted to each other.

REC by @fluffyunderneath: As ever with this author, as soon as you start reading you're dropped into the action and immersed in the story. This one has all the tropes we love: pining but oblivious partners, there's only one bed (in a remote Finnish cabin, no less) and a magical curse trapping them inside until they have sex. And if that doesn't sell it, let's add a scorching hot, tattooed Harry into the mix 🥵

In only 10k words, you get a full sense of how much Draco wants Harry, fun dialogue, hot smut and THEN the sweetest ending. All written in Jungatheart's easy to read, clever style. Perfect👌

Read TCBGtASWYP on AO3!

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Mosh Pit

Rating: E Word count: 13.9k

Summary: Harry loves getting lost in the anonymous violence of the mosh pit until his brain shuts up. It’s one of the few highlights of his otherwise soul-crushingly mundane life. Everything is exactly as expected, right up until he realises the bassist locking lips with the singer on stage is someone he knows.

REC by skotini: With a summary like that, I couldn't help being hooked right from the start! Down-and-out-Harry recovering after the war, bass-player Draco, jealousy, and sleuthing all come together in this wonderful fic which was written as a Christmas gift and is an absolutely fantastic read. Full of sizzling kisses, pining, and self-discovery, treat yourself to reading this story - which has earned a place in the bookmarked collection 'comfy read pure happiness' - and I can definitely agree! <3

Read Mosh Pit on AO3!

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Unread Messages (1) - In which Harry text first Rating: M Word count: 0

Summary: 14.01.2001, 9.48 am Potter! I don’t know how to respond to that, I’m sorry. 14.01.2001, 9:51 am Okay, I do. What in Merlin’s name? Were you drunk or something? 14.01. 2001, 9:55 am And, for fuck sake. Don’t worry about it. It was one, drunken shag two years ago. It’s fine. Really. Don’t think about it.

REC by @nsasquith: I first saw Jungatheart post a little text excerpt on Tumblr and was hooked. I reached out to her and told her that this NEEDED to be continued, and continued it was. I then offered to create the text graphics for her. What transpired was a month-long collab with such a creative! The epistolary story told via text takes place over nine years and follows Draco and Harry coming back together again, and again, fighting through the trenches to be with each other. There was always something in the way preventing their HEA, but they got there!

Read Unread Messages (1) on AO3!

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Black Box

Rating: E Word count: 6,969

Summary: Draco always bolts. When the latest mistake starts getting too close, that's the cue for a well rehearsed speech. "Thanks for everything, but we're looking for different things..."Distance is the rule, and it's worked for 12 years. Why would he change it now?

REC by @nsasquith: A microfic which, again, I told her needed to be expanded. Jungatheart created 6,969 words of pure poetry. A beautiful story in which down-and-out Draco doesn’t feel he is good enough for anyone, and doesn’t want to stick around after any sexual encounters. In walks Harry Potter, and after mind-blowing sex, Draco is set to leave again. Only this time, Harry doesn’t let him. It was such a privilege to Beta this fic for Jungatheart, to see her creative mind in real time. Strongly recommend anyone read this fic <3

Read Black Box on AO3!

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Dandelions

Rating: M Word count: 1.5k

Summary: A post-war story about guilt, healing, and the slow, stubborn love that grows anyway.

REC by @angeldog5: This is one of my favorite pieces of all time. A story about Harry and Draco post-war growing and healing together through the trials of an Azkaban sentence and mutual trauma. My words cannot convey the love, ache, fear and tenderness that Jungatheart has woven into his short tale, like a little love letter to Drarry themselves. If you’re anything like me, this fic will sit like a lucky stone in your pocket that you brush your thumb against from time to time when you need to be reminded that things get better, that love makes us better. My highest recommendation <3 

Read Dandelions on AO3!

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I Feel Better

Rating: M Word count: 88K

Summary: Draco Malfoy is not losing his mind, thank you very much. He’s just... hearing voices.

REC by @panthemanda: This story is a multi-layered journey into the lives of Draco and Harry after the war. While there are a lot of post-war fics as it’s a popular trope to write with endless possibilities, Jungatheart does it in a unique and spirited way that is unlike any other fic I’ve read. As with her other stories, her writing is creative, magnetic, funny, poetic, visceral, witty, strong or soft when appropriate, and enticing. She has this incredible innate ability to truly take you on a journey, and smack you in the face with wit made out of pure gold when you least expect it. I’m particularly amazed by and fond of her ability to describe things in such beautiful and visceral ways. Examples: “For several minutes, he just lay there, taking shallow breaths like he had to relearn how to breathe,” and, “he was the human equivalent of a warm croissant,” and, “The ‘him’ sat like a splinter in his throat.” She isn’t too wordy and she uses her words in ways that make the story as a whole that much stronger and more effective. "And okay, yes, he’d considered, briefly, the possibility of shagging him. Only in passing. But that part of the plan had been thoroughly scratched out. Crossed off. Burned off the list and he’d had a funeral to that idea. It was a closed casket affair." Using language like this is such a great way to emphasize how a character feels and thinks about something, but it’s also not easy to do well. Yet she does it in such a creative, concise way. I didn’t feel like I was just reading along; I felt like I was experiencing the characters’ emotions, thoughts, and actions with multiple senses. At some points, I swore I could even almost smell things in certain scenes. Her characters come to life right off the page, right in front of your eyes. Draco and Harry are full-bodied, fleshed-out individuals with their own distinct personalities and quirks, and she does this with her minor characters as well. They don’t feel flat because she pays them their dues as supportive roles in Draco’s and Harry’s lives. I leave you with one last quote from the fic about Harry’s hair: "Thick, dark, and windswept, dramatic in every way possible. He wanted to give it a proper eye roll and politely ask it to calm the hell down."

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: history | wc: 300

“You have got to be insane,” Ron said. “I can’t believe you’d even consider it. I mean think about it. You two’ve got hist—”

“I don’t care.”

—

“Are you sure that’s wise, Harry?”

“Not much for wisdom, but it’s what I want. I deserve what I want.”

Hermione smiled. “You do. Ron’ll come around. And Draco’s not so bad. Did I tell you he got me an annotated copy of Hogwarts: A—”

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, you’ve told me at least a dozen times.”

—

“Molly said it’s okay—I wanted to make sure.”

“It’s not that we don’t trust your judgement,” Arthur said, looking down through the microscope Harry had brought him. “If you say he’s good, I trust you.”

Harry sighed, frustrated. “What’s the problem then?”

Arthur didn’t look up. “The Malfoy family’s always been tight knit. I’m sorry, I know it’s not fair, but his father and I have hi—”

“He sees Lucius once a fortnight at tea. It’s complicated—but Draco’s not his father.”

Arthur finally looked up. “All right. Invite him to Sunday dinner. We’ll all be welcoming.”

—

“You want me to what?”

Harry forced himself to relax, not to pull Draco back into bed. He wanted Draco to choose. “I want you to come to the Burrow on Sunday. As my date.”

Draco perched on the edge of the mattress, naked, shoulders slumped. When he spoke, his voice was tentative.

“I thought this was just sex.”

“I did too, at first. But it’s not. It’s more—I want more.”

Harry watched and waited. He watched Draco consider leaving. He watched Draco pause, then turn back.

“This will all fall apart.”

“Maybe.”

“When it does, it’ll break me.”

“So let’s make sure it doesn’t.”

Fingers brushed; eyes met. 

Draco smiled. “Okay. Let’s make—”

50% daydreaming about plots and writing

1000 words | prompt: two ghosts | tw: blood, light gore, MCD (but HEA(hurtful HEA??), but MCD), NSFW | @drarrymicrofic

You never expect a gun because magic is beautiful. Wix, even dark ones, understand this on an innate level: they're magic first, criminal second. But flying through the catacombs of Paris, heart pumping, adrenaline like froth, high enough to taste—to Harry it tastes like joy—the man in front of him turns. He aims for Harry and hits Draco. 

Everyone stops. The shooter, the witness and the one shot. Spells do not do what small pieces of metal can. Draco is spread like a flower on the ground. He dies in silence. In death, he is very red. 

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Draco's funeral brings about the most beautiful weather in the world. Everyone wears black in wells of sunlight. Harry has not slept since Draco died so the sight of his ghost lounging atop its coffin he credits to delirious guilt and delirious grief. The ghost is nude and translucent. The substance inside him moves like water. Columns of sunshine sink and distort and dance through internal current. 

Once the burial rights are complete, Draco begins dissipating. His thighs are fat against the wood of the coffin. He leans his head back, sunbathing. His soft cock jostles atop his large testicles, pretty like a minnow. 

Draco gets down from his coffin and goes to his mother. He takes her face in his hands; it is clear she cannot sense his presence. He presses their foreheads together, growing fainter by the moment. Releasing her, Draco curls through the crowd like steam. He stops when he reaches Harry, placing his hands on Harry's chest. They do not feel like real hands, but they do not feel like nothing. Harry plays dumb, afraid that if Draco realizes Harry can see him, he will not do whatever he is about to. 

"I'm sorry, Harry," Draco says. "I wanted to be the one who stayed."

"I wanted that too," Harry tells him.

Draco's eyes widen in shock. He is barely there, just motes of what spirit is left. Harry does not know if he pulls or if he steps forward. Draco, later, will claim the same. 

Somehow they move together, Draco's ghost inside Harry's body. 

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The Malfoy's are very unhappy. They insist Harry is keeping Draco from his peace. Doesn't he deserve it? Narcissa weeps. Doesn't he deserve at least this? But it is not that Harry means to keep him. The last thing he wants is to be a cage. 

Draco's ghost does not make itself well known. The only evidence of him at all is that sometimes their merge is imperfect: when Harry wraps his hands around a mug of tea, Draco's fingers will emerge over Harry's a half second too late. The haunting is an afterimage, a breath out of sync. 

Harry agrees to the exorcism. He Occludes on the days leading up. 

When the ritual has been prepared and the spells are about to be spoken Harry feels a sensation in his throat; something is there. 

His mouth moves on its own. "Don't make me go." 

The Malfoys look upon Harry in horror. Harry stops Occluding, and passes out. 

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After this, Draco grows stronger. He speaks using Harry's voice, but keeps his posh accent. He has opinions about Harry's clothes. He has opinions about Harry's cases. Together, they catch the man who shot him. Harry casts stupefy and sees Draco's fingers flow through his own. 

Harry's body grows into the ghost. His veins make channels, his bones make hooks. Harry has room enough inside him; there were always things missing. 

In the night Harry brings his hand to his lips and waits for Draco to kiss the heel of his palm. 

It's weird, but it isn't bad.

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"Tell me again," Draco says, thumb digging into Harry's arch. "Tell me again how my cock looked like a fish." 

Harry groans, the tension bleeding from his feet. "I didn't mean a fish," Harry says. "I meant when the light catches a fish's scales." 

"That makes it so much better."

"It does!" Harry laughs. "It does make it so much better. So, so much better." 

With Harry's hands, Draco starts on his other foot. 

"You're drooling," he says, pushing Harry's tongue through the spit behind his lip. "I'm making you drool." 

Harry lets his eyes drift close. "You're good at this.” 

They're sitting on a hill in Wiltshire, lost on the Manor's infinite grounds. Draco's made them a picnic with sandwiches and strawberries.

"I was missing the clover," he says, looking over it all.

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Ron and Hermione get married, and Harry gets drunk. Draco gives a speech that makes everyone cry. 

"Should we get married too?" Harry asks in the dark of their hotel room, hands laced together.

Draco rubs his thumb over Harry's knuckles. "I think it'd be too awkward." 

"Who gives a t–toss?" 

Their breath catches as Draco's thumb moves across Harry's nipple. The waves crash on the shore outside; Harry thinks it is the sound of Draco's breath. Secretly, Harry thinks it's the whole world that he haunts. Draco smooths their palms down Harry's sides. Their body writhes, pulling and pushing. Harry gets hard and Draco's prick ghosts its outline. Draco gets wetter, always, his wet evanesces so, stupidly beautifully. Their hands, both, work, bring spit from Harry's lips, drag callous over velvet skin. I am you, Draco whispers. You are me. I am we.

"Fuck me," Harry chokes. "Oh god fucking fuck me." 

Their hands work faster. Harry imagines Draco, imagines Draco's prick smearing shadow on the tendons of Harry's neck. 

"Fuck me, Draco, come inside me." 

"Never let me go," one of them says.

Their back aches, belly heats, and they come unearthly substance messily over their hands, chests heaving, waves breaking, life digging in, life going on and on.

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In the morning, Harry packs up the car. 

Draco drives them home along the coast; he likes driving. Harry likes it because Draco likes it. Likes the feel of his smile. 

The sky is a skein of clouds, a sea of interwoven ghosts. 

Harry rolls the window down to let them in.

When @jungeatheart asks for a drawing, who am I to deny the beautiful soul that she is?

BITE ME

Harry had never been good at living. How could anyone really expect him to be, with his upbringing? It didn’t really scream functional adult. So it wasn’t a surprise that he sucked at being a vampire. The surprise was the level of sucking.

Or, more accurate, lack thereof.

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Malfoy's quiet as he takes a drag of his cigarette. “I didn't shag you,” he says, finally. “Because you were blind drunk.”

Harry huffs. “I wasn't blind drunk.” Malfoy raises his eyebrows. “I mean, I was a bit drunk. But I knew what I was doing.” There's a pull in his groin as he recalls the feel of Malfoy up against him. “It’d still have been alright, I reckon.”

More than alright, Harry's stirring cock corrects.

Malfoy hums and looks away from Harry, taking another pull on his cigarette.

Harry watches him exhale slowly from the corner of his mouth, the smoke drifting softly into the air as he turns back to Harry, his gaze sharp and his voice low. “Maybe. But I don't want alright.”

Harry's heart thumps an irregular beat, but he doesn't look away as Malfoy continues. “If you're ever in my bed, Potter, it's not going to be alright. It's going to be fucking spectacular.”

His words send instant heat sizzling up Harry's spine, blood flowing irretrievably south.

Harry forces himself to hold Malfoy’s gaze as he swallows, mouth suddenly bone dry. He clears his throat and tries to find his voice. “You, uh, seem pretty confident about that.”

Malfoy’s eyes travel over Harry's body and back to his face. Harry's skin prickles at the boldness of it.

Malfoy shrugs, the hint of a smirk on his face.

“I am.”

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 2/?

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Fandom: A Knight of the Seven Kingdoms

Relationship: Duncan the Tall/Aerion Targaryen

Characters: Dunk | Duncan the Tall, Aerion Targaryen (Son of Maekar I), Daeron Targaryen (Son of Maekar I), Maekar I Targaryen, Baelor "Breakspear" Targaryen

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Knotting, Breeding Kink, Forced Proximity, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alpha Dunk | Duncan the Tall, Omega Aerion Targaryen, Penetrative Sex, Belly Bulge, Mating Bites, Mating Cycles/In Heat, a baby dragon, Aerion Targaryen Mother of Dragons, boypussy my beloved, dragonrider dunkaerion, dub con bonding Summary: