the game's the game by @hogwartsfirebolt (3k, M)

Tags: quidditch players, secret relationship

“The game is the game?” Harry asks, amused, already leaning in, the hand on Draco’s waist moving to wrap the whole way around him and pull him close. “Just some stupid phrase I’ve heard from a dickhead,” Draco answers, but the words hold the shape of a smile and are uttered right into a kiss there at the end. It’s always a race at the start. They're both high from the game, still in that mindset, and it’s a competition to see who can undress quicker, who can make the other harder, who can earn the first moan and coax the first orgasm of the night. But after that first one, after Draco’s jaw aches dully and Potter is softening between his legs, everything slows down a little. Potter helps him up and they share the tacos Potter brought, watching the last minutes of the game they played earlier with Draco’s legs up on Potter’s lap, where he’s massaging his knees, his quads, making sure he’s not achy from kneeling for him. “I really fucked that one up,” Potter comments. His tiny self on the screen just pulled out of an impossible dive at what looks like a 90 degree angle. He sounds earnest, which is the only reason Draco isn’t kicking him right in his beautiful face. “I hate you so much. Only you would call that a fuck up.”

This fic pressed every single button on my soul. So sweet, and hot, and tense, and rewarding. Reading it for the first time, I was overwhelmed with emotion; full out butterflies in the tummy, no exaggeration. A delicious 3k treat!

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Microfic: Insouciance

"The big scary werewolf act doesn't work on me, Potter." Draco feigns boredom.

It's infuriating, because Harry had already been attractive, if you were into insouciant confidence, indecently tight shirts and messy hair. Becoming a werewolf had made it a hundred times worse, if only because Harry seems to have given up on remaining decently clothed at work, leaving his overrobes in a pile by his desk in their shared office. Like he only just rolled out of bed at three.

"No?" Harry's voice is a low rumble.

"Not at all." Draco's stomach flutters with heat.

before the bond

by @hogwartsfirebolt

4,103 (T)

Inspired by A Different Kind of Heat (12K | T) by @themightyflynn08

After the trials, Draco steps away from the magical world and moves to an idyllic villa in France, ready for a fresh start. Until the kiss, that is.

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Author's Note: When I received the email that said I would be remixing one of TheMightyFlynn's works, I spent an entire day squealing to myself, and then weeks shaking with nerves, because how can you choose from such a long, wonderful, varied catalogue? I had the time of my life re-reading the works I already knew, and reading the ones I didn't for the first time. The true tragedy of this fest is that I can't remix every single one of their works. This little piece is an exploration of the lovely lovely Draco they created in A Different Kind Of Heat, a story which gripped me from the beginning, and when I got to the last sentence, I went right back to the top and reread it right then. That was at the beginning of lockdown, more than a year and a half ago. The whole time I read it, I couldn't help but wonder what those first few years were like for Draco, never even imagining that I would one day be right here, remixing it. Life is crazy. I had the best time, and I really, really hope I did it some justice. If this story makes any sense, it's thanks to Phoebe, and her spot-on, clever suggestions. I can't thank you enough Pheebs, you're the mvp.

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Mod Note: While we would always encourage reading the fic which inspired a remix, you shouldn't feel you have to do so. It's OK to just dive straight into the remix!

I can’t bake you a cake, so have some Michele Morrone instead...😉

I was originally gonna answer to each word separately, but then I was like... why not? and used all three at once XD

24. Tender; 42. Saviour; 49. Nightfall

Harry groans softly; Draco cards his fingers through Harry’s hair, tenderly, leaning close to whisper. “Come on, you’re the saviour of the world, you can fight a cold.”

Harry just groans louder. With a chuckle, Draco feeds him another spoonful of soup as he pushes Harry’s fringe back, caressing it, brushing it to the side. “I think I saw a fish in a dream,” Harry mumbles, and Draco checks his temperature.

His fever has risen.

He promised his mother he’d be back home by nightfall, and he definitely shouldn’t get sick himself right now what with how hectic his life is, but he knows he won’t sleep all night if he leaves Harry alone like this. So, once Harry’s done with the soup and quickly drifting off again, he takes off his shoes, steals some comfy pj’s from Harry’s wardrobe, and sneaks under the uncomfortably warm bed.