#sunseticmonster

Hello I am looking for a drrary fic, that is a after war fic, where they come back to hogwarts for studies and Draco sees ghosts and talks to them, Tonks is one of the ghost he talks to and i think there is also ghost of fred (I may be confusing fics) who doesnt come out until end and harry keeps following draco and finds out about tonks ghost and talks to her too.

“Malfoy,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He gazed deeply into Draco’s eyes, looking fearless and brave and so very Potter, just the way he was meant to. And fuck, it was so hot. “How was that?” Draco swallowed. He could feel his body coming to life, wanting nothing more than to press into Potter and keep touching him. Luckily, with Granger’s potion, Draco felt mostly in control and the response he felt was purely, mercifully human. “It’s a start, Potter.” Potter gave him a sly grin. “Just a start?” he asked. “And how do you suggest I finish?” He trailed his hands along Draco’s chest and pressed him back against the stone to kiss him. Draco pulled away and smirked. “I think I’d like for us both to finish this time, Potter, if you don’t mind.”

"I want you to have to that," said Malfoy now, pointing at the Remembrall. "Why?" Harry asked, tossing it in the air and catching it. Malfoy made a grab for it, but Harry pulled it away, smugly, still too quick. "Shouldn't you give it back to Neville?" Malfoy waved a hand dismissively. "Eh." Harry frowned, then. "Seriously, why? What's this for?" Malfoy shrugged softly, Harry could feel his own shoulders shift with the movement of it. "Just so you won't forget," then in a quiet voice he added, "me."

Hi friends! Looking for a shorter fic (I think it was a one shot maybe?) where it’s eighth year and Harry can’t stop insulting Draco and vice versa Harry starts to flirt instead of insult and it throws Draco off kilter? I believe part of it was that Harry thought Draco was pretty when he blushed so he kept doing it, then Draco began to flirt back and they end up in this flirtationship with each other. I don’t remember it being smutty. Can you help? Thank you!

"Yeah, about that," said Harry, trying to sound casual. "So . . . you know how I've been taking Hermione's advice this year?" Ron tilted his head to the side. "What advice?" "Being nice to Malfoy." Ron's eyes widened. "Er, mate?" he said, carefully. "I think you may have misunderstood her. I believe she said to ignore him, not to, you know . . . " Ron gestured helplessly in the air, "shag him."

Malfoy had given him a blowjob. Draco Malfoy had just given him a blowjob. At least, Harry was pretty sure that's what that was. It was still a blowjob when it was two blokes, right? Or did they call that a blokejob? Hmmm.

Terrified to breathe, Draco hung still as Potter hovered mere centimeters from his mouth. Finally, Potter closed the distance, touching his lips to Draco’s so lightly he was sure he’d imagined it. When Potter kissed him again, this time deeper and more certain, Draco kissed him back. It felt right—and amazing—and wrong. So very, very wrong. But Draco had never been good at telling which was which, so he kissed him back again.

Malfoy just stared, his eyes raking over him. "I can't believe this," he murmured. "What?" Harry asked again, though he damn well knew what because he couldn't fucking believe it, either. Malfoy looked like he had Harry right where he wanted him—there was excitement in his eyes, and triumph—it was a bit like the face he'd make right before he caught the Snitch. Harry only knew what that looked like because he'd zoomed in with his Omnioculars during a few Ravenclaw-Slytherin matches. And then he'd replayed it a couple of times. In slow-motion. Come to think of it, perhaps it was a bit odd that he'd zoomed into Malfoy's face instead of watching the Snitch.