Never tickle a sleeping Drarry

The list of my favorite advent Drarry fics by Arcane Charisma (ex-Sara's Girl):

1. T.U.R.N. - my absolute 100% favorite, not only Drarry, but any fic I've ever read, and also considered one of my ever favorite books. I have it printed, all of its 300,000 words in two quite large volumes actually. Harry, 37, father of 3, married to Ginny, a fulfilled auror career in the Ministry of Magic, gets thrown into a magical glimpse where he gets a taste of how his life would've been if he'd chosen to take a different action one night in his youth. How many lives would've been saved, and would his been better. Or maybe just different. Of course, my restless brain is fascinated by the idea of taking an unknown road and turning one's life around. But the writing is absolutely marvellous, it's not stalling a single page, so it reads in one go.

a post about this fic by @sleepydrarry

2. All Life Is Yours To Miss - a very much fun and challenging story of two Hogwarts professors, Potter and Malfoy, still competing with one another in their 30s at their work place until Malfoy accidentally knocks his rival out for a longer time and is ordered by McGonagall to take over Harry's duties. Which turns out way more complicated than it seemed from afar. It's just honestly so riveting to find out how he's going to solve all this, their eventual hooking up becomes even unimportant.

3. Reparations - the other kind of their story, also in the adult world, where Malfoy runs a rehab, and Potter happens to serve his internship there.

4. Stop And Stare

5. All Must Draw Near - both are wonderfully Christmassy, warm and fluffy friends-to-lovers stories.

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“Mr. Potter, that gesture may be sweet and touching but please remember you two are in class and not in your own world. I do not tolerate sleeping in class so please wake Mr. Malfoy up. I’ll see the both of you in my office after class.” - Professor McGonagall

Fawkes comes to visit to lift Harry’s spirits.

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My first finished commission piece!! Drawn for @mai-und-regen

My entry for @drarrymicrofic, prompt Verklempt. Editing this as just this second I remembered that “lemonade light” comes from a Pulp song, Acrylic Afternoons - so am retrospectively crediting that here now. Apologies for the first 60 notes of no credit, it was totally unintentional and just down to my terrible memory!

“Why don’t you come over?” he asked casually, and when they came through the Floo together they didn’t need to say anything, and it was all a quiet focused blur of body against body.

They were both a bit hungover from the night before, and before they undressed each other, Malfoy closed the shutters against the thin lemonade sunlight so Harry wouldn’t have to squint when he lay on Malfoy’s bed, looking up into Malfoy’s face. It should have been awkward, Harry with his pounding headache, Malfoy a bit red-eyed, unshaven, rumpled-looking; and on top of all that, neither of them really knowing what they were doing.

But actually, it was just so good. Everything felt right, and after a while Harry broke off their kiss to cast a Lumos, all the better to see Malfoy properly. When Harry started to touch him, Malfoy blushed all the way down his chest, and then Harry was straining against the heat of Malfoy’s mouth, sheets rippling under his clutching hands, and the pleasure was so clean and easy that Harry wondered why they had waited so long.

“I don’t sleep well,” Malfoy said later that evening, as though he hadn’t spent the afternoon dozing sweetly, uncurled across half the bed, body a loose line pointing towards Harry. And Harry said, “I don’t either,” wondering what it would be like to wake shivering in the dark from a nightmare to find Malfoy beside him. All that heat to warm himself at.