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Malfoy cocked his head to the side, staring at Harry with something unreadable in his eyes. “…Your luck won’t last forever.”

It wasn’t a threat, only a statement, delivered in a flat, dull monotone, as if it was an inevitability Malfoy had no choice but to accept.

“No,” Harry sighed, punching his pillow a few times to fluff it up before settling down onto his back. “I expect it won’t. But I don’t need it to. I just need it to last as long as it takes to bring him down.”

“And then?”

“And then I can really start living dangerously.”

Malfoy snorted softly. “Because you haven’t already been?”

“Of course not. I’ve been playing it safe all these years, or haven’t you noticed?”

“You’re rather hard not to notice.”

Volume One of Four.

We believe you are looking for Owl Was Well by fencer_x (67k, T)

I generally prefer post-canon fics when I’m reading Drarry so I put reading this off longer than I should have. After seeing so many people rave about it, and with the push of a friend, I decided it was time to tackle it. And I am so glad I did!

I’m not great at the comments I leave on fics, my brain empties of everything I loved about it, and they usually end up just being “this was great, thank you for writing it!!!” and I’m afraid I’m not going to be a lot more eloquent here.

So, @fencer-x, this was great! thank you for writing it!!!!

Prompt: A podfic

In Bad Faith by fencer_x

Ship: Drarry

Words: 62,304 (about 5.5 hours)

Rating: Explicit

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In Bad Faith

fencer_x, SoldSeparately @fencer-x @secretartlair

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Original House-Elf Character(s) Additional Tags: Blood Curses | Blood Malediction (Harry Potter), Maledictus (Harry Potter), Demon Summoning, snarky Draco, Snarky Harry, Drinking, Dubious Consent (involving mutually drunk parties), Magical Creatures, House Elves, magical transformation, Fake Marriage, Brief Scene of Light Physical Violence, Wizarding Wedding Ceremonies, Blood Bond, Body Horror, Dark Humour Concerning Suicide, Brief scene of magical semi-voyeurism, Top Harry, Bottom Draco, Discussion of Switching, Post-Second Wizarding War with Voldemort (Harry Potter), POV Harry Potter, Getting Together, Fanart, Digital Art, Illustrations, Inspired by Fanart, Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022, Minor Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger - Freeform

Summary:

Draco Malfoy just can’t catch a break. Between the magical curse upon his bloodline, his hair misbehaving, and that strange pit full of demons in his basement that he had absolutely nothing to do with, it just hasn’t been a banner year for him. Luckily, Harry Potter is here to make things ten times worse.

Excerpt:

“Hey.” His free hand went around Draco’s waist, holding him in place now at the neck and hip, and Draco froze again, panic threatening to entirely subsume whatever flames Harry was desperately trying to fan for reasons quite beyond him at the moment. “It works both ways. Feel me.” He grabbed Draco’s wrist, physically placing his palm over Harry’s heart. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. Can’t you tell?”

He concentrated on pumping his own good vibes over the bond, the relaxation, the warmth, the heady buzz of arousal. Sober, he might have felt embarrassed right about now—hell, sober he probably wouldn’t have been here at all—but he was just tipsy enough to ignore the nagging voice that said this was entirely inappropriate and what if the peacocks were watching?

Well let ‘em watch. Maybe if they’d done this sort of thing while they were human, they wouldn’t be peacocks.

“Ah fuck…” Draco said, leaning in so that their foreheads kissed. His eyelids fluttered shut, and his mouthhung open just a hair as he released a few long, panting breaths. “That feels…good…”

“Right? It always feels good…” He cocked his head to the side, whispering, “Haven’t you felt it before?”

“Before…” Draco repeated, a frown in his voice. “Before…?”

“Before,” Harry said, shifting so that he could just brush his hips against Draco’s, riding the thigh that had worked its way between his legs seemingly without Draco even noticing. He could feel himself getting hard—and now Draco could feel it too.

Draco jolted in his arms, jerking back, and digging his fingers almost talon-like into Harry’s shoulders. He locked eyes with Harry, gaze dark and searching—for what, Harry couldn’t be sure. “What…what are you…” His expression twisted again. “Why are you doing this to me?” he asked for a second time.

Harry could only offer the same answer as before: “…Because I want to.”

“Fuck—” was the last thing Harry heard before Draco grabbed his jaw and slotted their lips together, leaning into Harry with all his weight and nearly bringing them both tumbling to the ground. Harry quickly shifted his stance so he had his balance back and brought both hands up to hold Draco in place, fingers curling into the thin shift he still insisted on wearing, even though he hadn’t had a transformation fit in weeks.

Draco was pressing the whole long line of his body against Harry, and everywhere burned, from the tongue he had stroking feverishly against Harry’s to the hands splayed now against the back of Harry’s head, drawing him even closer, to god—yes—that was definitely his cock there, or else he had another wand secreted away.

He could feel Draco—inside and out—and every inch of him was hard and hot and aching. So all of Harry was too.

He kissed back—and though it had been a while since he’d had a good snog,he thought he was doing an okay enough job of it. Draco at least wasn’t complaining, and Draco always complained. Right now, though, the only noises he was making were little grunts of pleasure and barking gasps when Harry ground their hips together again, insistent, because this little diversion was rapidly approaching a conclusion and he was very keen to get on with it.

But then Draco drew back—and pressed their foreheads together, pinning Harry in place with his gaze. His glasses were fogged from their mingled breaths, but he thought he saw Draco wink. Before he could question it, though, everything drew down to a single, infinite point of nothingness—and then instantly ballooned back into everythingness as they stumbled apart, ears ringing from the CRACK of Apparition.

Harry whirled around—they were on the balcony, standing before the open French doors leading to Draco’s bedroom. “Wh—what the fuck—”

“What?” Draco said, a touch of challenge in his voice as his long fingers hooked through the loops of Harry’s jeans and gave a sharp tug. They came together once more with a shuddering gasp. “Did you want to keep rutting in front of my ancestors?”

Author: fencer_x

Summary: [Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] ‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Length: 47 chapters, 479,251 words