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So this old fart got some love lately so I thought it’s the perfect piece for a quick redraw... well, it got a little out of hand as always.

“What are you doing here, Potter?”

“Getting you out of here, Malfoy, but there isn’t any time for you to think about it. This is your chance, if you want it.”

What Harry didn’t know what that Draco had already had time to think about it. Months where the only reason he hadn’t gone crazy was because he was thinking about it. He’d just never dared to dream it could actually happen.

I’ve been reading a lot of great ones lately, though I’m wondering if most haven’t already been read by you and/or others hoping for good reccs XD I’ll include some of my favorites here anyway! A “warning” that I pretty much only recommend really long and really porny stuff, so all of this is mostly novel-length fics or longer with boys touching one another :3

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion [NC17] | “Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.” – [my thoughts: really long, really a great bit of lore, especially if you’re interested in expansions on how wands work and interact with wizards. Draco lives in France after the war and specializes in how magic interacts with human biology, and he gets called in as an expert to treat Harry when his magic starts going haywire. There’s a very good reason for the haywire magic, and it’s a doozy. Slow build, just like I like it]

Helix by Saras_Girl [NC17] | “Seven months after the end of the war, Harry is feeling lost. Fortunately, he is about to be offered an unexpected and sparkling chance to find himself again.” – [my thoughts: this is a fic with a really weird and quirky premise because how can a fic about Harry and Draco babysitting mating snails be all that good?? But???? IT IS??? It’s really quite adorable, and I guarantee you won’t regret investing your time in it.]

At Your Service by Faith Wood [NC17] | “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.” – [my thoughts: I LOVE “eighth-year” fics, and this one was really good and quite a head-scratcher (so if you like plot in your fic, here it be!) It gets particularly intense near the end, but I implore you to stick with it!]

Lumos by birsofshore [NC17] | “Harry never expected to spend eighth year listening to Draco Malfoy wanking.” – [my thoughts: this one gets pretty porny pretty early on, and probably banks more on that for being a good read than in-character-ness. Nevertheless, I did enjoy it and expect others would too. Also, it’s rare to see Ron react so casually to the idea of Harry and Draco together outside of fics set well into adulthood, but you get that here! How IC or otherwise you find that, I leave to your discretion, but at least it was one less bit of drama to address. Lots of fun with wandless magic and intense bickering :D]

All Our Secrets Laid Bare by firethesound [NC17] | “Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.” – [my thoughts: My two favorite setups in H/D fic are ‘eighth-year shenanigans’ and ‘auror partners’, so here we have the latter beautifully done! But GOD is the build-up nigh-torture at times.]

The Shape of the World by bixgirl1 [NC17] | “Five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco’s life is finally getting back in order. Until, that is, he sees a familiar face that has been missing since that last awful morning of the war. When has knowing Potter done anything other than complicate his life? Although, for two people such as Potter and Malfoy, how can they fall in love except to put aside their preconceived notions about one another?” – [my thoughts: the summary doesn’t tell you much, so a better short summary is ‘Harry went missing years ago, Draco happens upon him in California where Harry has been, suffering from apparent amnesia, and has to help him get back to the Wizarding World, whether he wants to rejoin it or not’. There’s some discussion of dubious consent, and it’s addressed in the story, so hopefully that allays some worries about the idea of ‘draco knows who harry is but harry doesn’t know who draco is and therefore cannot give informed consent to a relationship with him’]

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop [NC17] | “It’s Potter’s fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It’s been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco’s getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always. At first, though, the time loop seems liberating. For the first time in his life, he can do anything, say anything, be anything, without consequence. But the more Draco repeats the day, the more he realises the uncomfortable truth: he’s falling head over heels for the speccy git. And suddenly, the time loop feels like a trap. For how can he ever get Harry to love him back when time is, quite literally, against him?“ [my thoughts: GOSH this has definitely been one of my FAVORITES of these recent ones I’ve been binging. It’s got kind of a ‘Fifty First Dates” feel to it, which I love, and just seeing Draco lose himself as he gets deeper and deeper into Harry is really…heartbreaking, but also so lovely. Definitely a must-read]

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym [NC17] | “Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.” [my thoughts: another terrible summary, lol; the premise of this one is that Harry decides to sell Grimmauld Place in order to put the terrible memories of it behind him, and unbeknownst to him, Draco buys it and turns it into a sort of museum. It becomes…KNOWNST to him when there’s a break-in at the museum, and they have to work together to figure out who’s behind it and what they want. This is one of my absolute favorite Dracos; he’s very mouthy and snarky and unapologetic but also worried about how much of that Harry will be able to put up with and therefore tries to keep him at arms’ length. This thing is packed with hurt/comfort too, so if you’re a sucker for that, click immediately!]

Three years. Only three years since this started, since I realized that, for me, there would only ever be Harry.

I think about our beginning as I play with one of his dark curls, rolling it between my fingers, savoring the softness of it, breathing in the scent of it.

“Draco,” Harry murmurs as he comes to. I love the way he says my name, almost like it’s a prayer.

“Harry,” I respond.

“We’re married,” he says softly.

I laugh and run my fingers through his hair affectionately. The morning sunlight catches on my ring and it glitters beautifully.

“Yes we are. You’re not having second thoughts now, are you?”

“Well…”

“That’s not funny!” I punctuate my remark with a kick to his shins.

Harry cackles loudly and catches my arm just as I’m about to pinch him. I start to protest but he interrupts me by flipping me over and pinning me to the mattress. He looks at me warmly before leaning down for a kiss. I manage to kiss him back for a couple of seconds before I burst into giggles against his mouth.

“What?” he asks, his voice breathy and happy.

“I was just thinking about our first date.”

“Oh, Draco, no, please,” he pleads with me.

“Remember what you wore?” I continue, laughing between my words. “The plaid sport coat and the polka dot tie! I can’t believe you thought you were being fashionable.”

“Yes, well,” he says. Harry settles himself on my thighs and looks at me petulantly. “I suppose it’s a good thing you’ll always be around to dress me from now on.”

“Do you remember our first kiss?”

His expression turns sweet and sentimental. How utterly predictable. I love him anyway, though.

“Our first kiss…” he trails off with a sigh and looks like he’s very much in love with me in this moment. I like it when he looks like that. It makes me want to kiss him. So I do. And we kiss and kiss until the kisses turn into something more.

When it’s over, and we’re sweaty and tired, Harry peppers my face with kisses.

“Promise me,” he begins, pausing to kiss my forehead. “That it will always be this way. That we’ll always love each other this much.”

I don’t like promises. My mother promised me that I’d never have to become a Death Eater. She was held at wand point as Voldemort engraved the Dark Mark onto my arm. My father promised me that we were on the winning side of the war. He hung himself in his cell in Azkaban two years later. Pansy promised me that she’d hate me forever after I broke up with her. Eight years after that, she made me the godfather of her firstborn, a little boy named Paulo. But this promise, I like.

“I promise you,” I tell Harry sincerely.

After placing a kiss on my right cheek, he says, “You’re such a sap, Potter.”

“Oh, do shut up,” I reply. I roll my eyes, but can’t stop the grin that stretches across my face.

“I’m going to have a lot of fun with this whole ‘Draco Potter’ thing.”

Requested by many people (phrase no. 8 from my prompt list)

Draco realized he was in love with Harry Potter when he was seventeen. On that day, in that exact moment, Draco was supposed to hate Harry Potter with more hate than he had ever felt for anything in whole life. He was supposed to sentence Potter to death. But when Draco stood there staring into Potter’s ever so green eyes, his face mere centimeters away from Potter’s - close enough to kiss, all Draco could feel was love. Draco felt sick to his stomach when he realized this, but he shoved all his emotions into the deepest, darkest part of his heart so he could deal with them later, just like he always did.

“I don’t know,” Draco said, and by doing so disappointing his family and betraying everything that he was supposed to care about.

But somehow Draco didn’t give a damn about these consequences. Potter was his everything now.

Draco did not let his love for Harry Potter resurface for five years. Even after Potter’s testimony at Draco’s trial, and Draco becoming friends with Granger in their Eighth Year at Hogwarts, and Draco running into Potter because of Teddy-related activities, Draco’s feelings remained suppressed. And that was okay, because Draco was perfectly fine ignoring these feelings, and he planned on going on ignoring them for the rest of his life, but then Potter had to fuck everything up by being an Auror and nearly dying on the same night that Draco was working in the Severe Spells and Trauma Unit of St. Mungo’s.

“What have we got?” Draco asked the mediwitch on duty as he slipped on a pair of Healing gloves, magically programmed to be impenetrable against germs.

The mediwitch forced her gaze away from the patients being carted into the Trauma center on flying gurneys and looked at the medical chart that an EMW (Emergency Medi-Wizard) had handed her. “Twenty two year old male, took a Spasmos to the chest and was Crucio’d for approximately thirty seven seconds. He’s been having seizures every seventy four seconds. He and his partner were on an Auror mission.”

Draco nodded in understanding. “Who’s got his partner?”

“That’s me.” called Healer Owens. Owens, known to Draco as Jasper, winked at Draco as he slid on his gloves and listened to his own mediwitch recite the medical information on Draco’s patient’s partner.

“Thirty year old female, hit with Petrificus Totalus and thrown against the wall when one of the criminals cast an Expulso. Possible paralyzation and many broken bones,” Jasper’s mediwitch reported.

Jasper grimaced. “We’ll see what we can do about that.”

Jasper and Draco both headed in opposite directions to treat their patients.

The EMWs had just transferred Draco’s patient from the gurney to a bed when Draco reached him. The man’s tanned chest was bare and he was wearing only his trousers; the EMWs must have removed his robes when they realized his chest had been hit. Draco barely got to look at his patient before his mediwitch handed him the specially-modified Healer’s wand  and had to set to work, but one glance was all it took for Draco to recognize the man on the bed: it was Harry Potter.

Draco pushed his thoughts on Harry Potter to the back of his mind (he was quite good at it after five years of practice) and centered all of his attention on the injuries in front of him.

“His seizures are occurring more frequently now, only about sixty two seconds apart now,” his mediwitch chirped. “Forty three seconds until the next one.”

Draco nodded and waved his Healer’s wand over Potter’s - no, the patient’s - chest, and cast a spell to make the area affected by Spasmos glow. A small circle on the left half of the patient’s chest lit up in an electric blue color, and the color had spread across the rest of his chest in thin lines, like branches of a tree.

“Shit,” Draco muttered. One of the branches of light was dangerously close to the patient’s heart. Potter’s heart.