Mimouche

📻 Salt 

🎵 Explicit, 91,475 

❗ Warnings/Tags: Post-WarJournalist Draco Malfoy, Islander Harry Potter, Deaf Harry Potter, Highlands and Islands, British Sign Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Switching, Frottage, Anal Sex, Mild Breathplay, mild choking, Implied Harry/Charlie not on the page, Daily Prophet (Harry Potter), Daily Prophet Newsroom, Falling In Love, on the page, Flirting, Banter, Scottish Wildlife, puffins, Outdoor Sex, Drunk Sex, Mention of recreational drug use, a wee love letter to Scotland, very many redheads, Mild Angst with a happy ending, Found Family, Cunty city boy vs the countryside 

🎵 Song Prompt: 'Salt' by Ben Camden 

🎵 Summary:

When a lead drops on Draco's desk revealing the whereabouts of one Harry James Potter – missing from public life for over fourteen years – he knows it's exactly the career-saving scoop he's been looking for.

As for why the saviour of Wizarding Britain has holed himself up on a tiny island in the Outer Hebrides, Draco has no idea.

But he's going to find out.

Or, Draco falls in love in Scotland.

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: charm | wc: 200

“Good evening—my, that jumper fits you marvellously.”

“I—what?”

“Sorry, have to dash.”

~

“Er, what’s this?”

“Pastry and a coffee. You look a little peckish.”

“Erm. Thanks?”

“Any time, darling.”

~

“Excellent game. Well played.”

“Oh, calm down, I—wait, what?”

“A well deserved win. Good game.”

“Oooookay. Thank you.”

~

Draco took a breath. This was it.

“Hold the lift, please!” Draco slipped through the closing doors, beaming. “Good morning! I have a gift for you.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Harry snarled. “Were you cursed?”

Draco’s smile faltered. This wasn’t going as planned. “No.”

“Why are you being so nice?”

“You noticed!”

“Of course I noticed. You’ve been … complimenting me. Why?”

“That’s how people are supposed to treat people they like, evidently,” Draco snapped, good mood evaporated.

Harry’s head snapped up. “Like. Like … like-like?”

Draco sneered. “What on earth do I see in you? Yes, like-like. Fancy. Daydream about all day and get chastised at work. Wish to sno—”

Harry pounced. Not the plan Draco had formulated, but all right. 

“I like you mean,” Harry said into Draco’s mouth.

“O-okay. But … you like me?”

“Obviously.”

I've read several fics from this year's @hd-wireless and here are some quick thoughts and recommendations. Full disclaimer: I've loved every single one of them. I hope you'll give them a try too. If not all of them, then at least a few! (In no particular order.)

Selfish and Obscene (really well written). Fuck-buddies with secret feelings (can I get a yum-yum? Gimme some??) and the rivalry with Hermione are absolutely hilarious: "One day, the universe was going to recognise everything Harry had sacrificed – namely, his life – and reward him by making it so he didn’t have to attend any Ministry galas for the rest of his existence." https://archiveofourown.org/works/86700661

It Must be Something That you Said. This felt so fresh and delightfully meta. It had me laughing out loud more than once. I can't wait to find out who the author is because I immediately want to read everything they've ever written!! "And while Potter has gone from ‘potentially bicurious’ to ‘willing to engage in non heterosexual sex’ in Draco’s mind, his actual sexuality remains a mystery, and Draco will not ask. It cannot exist in favour of or work against Draco if it’s never spoken about. It’s Schrodinger’s sexuality." https://archiveofourown.org/works/87336196

Running the Red Light. Why is this fest churning out so much GOLD?! This is the author's first Drarry, and it's absolute top-tier. The way Harry pursues Draco, and the way Draco keeps pushing him back, is so delicious. And for all you Sectumsempra fans out there, this has one of the best takes on that scene I've read.

Harry rolls his eyes. “Oh, come on. Let’s have a drink.”

“I am busy. Perpetually. Cash or card?”

“I can be patient. Cash.” Harry drops the coins on the counter. 

“Alright. March 17th, 2050 at four o'clock,” Draco says in what Harry believes is his best impression of Snape. 

“I’ll put that down on my calendar,” Harry snorts. 

He doesn’t bother Draco for the rest of his stay, as he can see the staff is busy with the lunch rush. 

But they are definitely going to shag.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/86656396

Sweet like marabou, Vampire-Draco, it's so good. Pining Harry is written so, so well in this story ❤️

“Casually,” Harry clarified, trying to project confidence and clinging to the word with all of his might. It was his last line of defence. At least he could blame Ron now if this went horribly.

“Casually,” Draco repeated. He said the word slowly, as though turning it around in his mouth, assessing the feel of it. He was still staring at Harry, who was starting to seriously regret this whole thing. Worst case scenarios painted themselves in his brain, a well-choreographed slideshow of disaster. His palms were rapidly becoming damp around his mug. Why had he thought suggesting this again was a good idea? Draco had already said no, had sounded downright horrified by the idea the first time, and Harry’s solution was to come in and blow up their friendship and his life and make himself miserable in one brilliant move—

“Okay.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85408196/chapters/225598316

Dracoula. The name of this fic is so good, why hasn't anyone thought about that before? It's also vampire-Draco and it's faced paced and fun read. Also, only three comments and I think it deserves more than that, right people? Let's get in there and do something about it.

Draco dropped his gaze to Harry’s lap and licked his lips, the tip of his tongue catching on one extended canine.  

“He wants you."

Harry squeaked, "He?"

"We." Draco's grip on the desk tightened to the point the wood began to creak under his fingertips. With the trembling fingers of his other hand he pulled a potion vial from his pocket.  Uncorking it, he sneered at the offensive concoction and gulped it down.  The suppressant did little, however. He had to get out of here. 

https://archiveofourown.org/works/85098251/chapters/224698601

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something for the Valentine's 🤭

@drarrymicrofic prompt: Bound. WC: 148

“You caught me, now what?” Malfoy didn’t struggle against the ropes that followed the Incarcerous. 

“I have a few ideas,” Harry said, letting his hungry gaze roam over Malfoy.

“You’d have to untie me for that.” Malfoy pointed out

“Only a little bit.” A quick Diffindo and the ropes around his hips and thighs fell away in shreds.

“Isn’t this against regulations, Auror Potter?” Malfoy smirked as if he wasn’t about to be arrested, or worse. 

“How about we make a deal?” Harry offered, taking a step closer. 

“I don’t seem to be in a position to bargain.” Malfoy glanced down at his body.

“I won’t arrest you, this time,” Harry said as if Malfoy hadn’t spoken, “And you don’t turn me in for misconduct.”

“A mutually beneficial arrangement.” Malfoy agreed. “Alright, Potter. Now untie me.”

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 173 | prompt: incline

Across the very, very, very boring Ministry gala stood the object of Harry’s undivided attention: Draco Malfoy.

“You don’t have to glare at the pointy git all night,” Ron said.

“What?”

“Ron’s right, you know,” Hermione added. “You might have a better time if you tried forgetting Malfoy exists.”

Harry was only half-listening. Across the room, Malfoy inclined his head in their private way, ever so slightly, towards the left.

Harry coughed. “Er. Yeah. I think what I actually need is some… air.”

Ron clapped him on the back. “That’s the spirit. Come back with a fresh mindset and less Malfoy.” Hermione nodded her agreement. 

Harry slipped through the crowd and out into the empty corridor. Moments later, Malfoy followed.

“You look bloody hot in those robes,” Harry said.

“Yes, they are rather thick, and it is quite stuffy in there.”

“The other hot, you git.”

Malfoy’s mouth curved. “Mm. Come here, then.”

Breathless and spent, Draco tumbles down onto the bed. He’s laughing. A real, genuine laugh. He turns his head and finds Harry beside him, flushed and amused and a little bewildered.

The reason why sits on Harry’s finger.

A gold band.

The only thing he’s wearing.

“So?” Draco asks, shifting to face him properly.

“So what?” Harry counters.

Draco is in no mood to draw the process out. He crowds into Harry’s space, nipping gently at the sweat-slick skin of his neck, then soothes the sting with a kiss.

Against his ear, he says, “You’re wearing it.”

Harry looks at him, eyes half-lidded. “So I am.”

“I’m going to presume, then.” Draco takes Harry’s hand, draws it up, kisses the ring he had slotted onto his finger half an hour ago, then holds it tight.

“Presume?”

“That you’re saying yes. You didn’t say it earlier.”

Harry’s lips twitch. “You didn’t exactly give me the chance.”

“Is it a yes, Harry?” Draco presses.

He knows it is. It has to be.

How can it not be after everything? After the war and the trials, after both of them becoming Aurors, after the fights and the arguments, after the shared drinks where absolution was found at the bottom of a pint glass and resurrection between the sheets.

How can it not be yes, when even after all that, they spent months denying themselves the joy and love of each other because they both felt like they didn’t deserve it?

Harry tightens his fingers around Draco’s.

He tilts his head, fondness written plainly across his face. “I’m inclined to acquiesce.”

“Inclined to acquiesce,” Draco repeats mildly. “Wow. Swallowed a thesaurus, did you?”

“Swallowed something,” Harry mutters, arching a brow. “Swallowed your brain through your—”

Draco pinches his waist. Harry laughs, and then Draco is tickling him properly, ruthless with it, fingers digging into every vulnerable place he knows by heart.

“Draco—fuck—stop—”

“Answer the question.”

“I did!”

“You used four syllables too many.”

Harry squirms beneath him, panting and helpless and wearing Draco’s ring.

“Yes,” he gasps at last. “Yes, I’ll fucking marry you.”

Draco stills and for a moment, the room goes quiet around them. Then Harry reaches up, cups Draco’s face, and smiles.

When Draco Malfoy first offered his hand on the train, Harry hesitated.

Unsure for a moment.

Then certain, as he rejected it.

Twenty years later, Harry reaches first.

He finds Draco Potter’s hand beneath the sheets and laces their fingers together as they fall asleep.

Skin to skin.

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: hesitate | wc: 250

“You have to be confident.”

“I know.”

“You can’t waver for a second.”

“I know, Ron.”

“They smell fear.”

“You’re not helping.”

“I’m trying to protect you! You almost died last time.”

“I didn’t—all right, fair point.”

“Leave him be,” Hermione said over the din. “He’s ready.”

“Am I? Maybe this is a terrible idea.” Harry’s heart rattled in his chest, his breaths short. He hadn’t felt this frightened since … well, since the last time, when he had wavered, and he hadn’t almost died, but he’d fallen flat on his face making his escape, which was painful and humiliating enough.

“You don’t have to do this,” Hermione said. “Ron’s right. If you’re doubting yourself, maybe you’re not—”

“I know what you’re doing,” Harry grumbled as he straightened.

“Is it working?”

“Yes, fucking fine. I’ll do it. And I won’t die. I hope.”

“That’s the spirit,” Ron said. “It’ll be over quickly anyway. I’ve got your back—I can shield you.”

“He won’t need a shield,” Hermione said. “He’ll be fine. Now stop avoiding your fears; it’s very unlike you.”

“Right,” Harry took a deep breath. He’d been training for this. He reviewed the rules. Shoulders back. Eye contact. Don’t let them smell your fear. Don’t hesitate.

“Right,” Harry said again. He strode forwards, counting his paces to calm himself as he avoided the obstacles in his path. His heart raced.

Eight eyes blinked with a cool, predatory gaze. 

Don’t hesitate.

For @drarrymicrofic's prompt: tremble (50 words)

Draco’s hands trembled with fear. 

“You’re allowed to want things, Draco.” Harry reminded him softly. 

“Even this?” Draco’s voice shook as his hand inched closer and closer to Harry’s.

“Please, young Master Malfoy,” Dobby pleaded. “Not so loud...” Draco laughed in his face. “Resistance is futile! I will defeat you!” “What are you playing?” Draco’s father stood in the door; he looked suspicious. Dobby whimpered. “Look!” Draco pointed at his makeshift-scar. “I’m the powerful Harry Potter! Tremble in fear!”