#tedrarry

Introducing the first-ever Drarry+ Fest!

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Drarry+ is a non-anonymous fest celebrating Harry and Draco in triads, quads, and more! No matter what kind of filling you like - Charlie, Pansy, Hermione, Sirius, or all of the above - Drarry+ is the chance for you to make the Drarry sandwich of your dreams.

Prompting Opens 11/01/2025

Sign Ups Open 11/22/2025

Posting Starts 02/14/2026

I wrote my first fanfic. It's a Tedrarry and it's called "Accidentally?"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/81090091

It's based on this meme:

harry/draco/teddy | 2200 | E

The rules were clear: keep each other on edge all day—if Draco has to work on a Saturday, bloody well so do you, apparently—and do not, under any conditions, let each other come.

Read on AO3

finally getting around to doing this! Thank you to @citrusses (here), @twnkwlf-writes (here), @garagepaperback (here), @its-the-allure (here), @chiquita-3 (here), and @smehur (here)

Rules are to post the first line of up to ten of your fics (or WIPs) and tag someone for each one

Catalyst | Tedrarry | E

The first time Draco kissed him, Harry had felt a countdown start—an unknowable number ticking away towards an inevitable, bitter end.

Rip Current | Drarry | E

The cottage stank of the sea—heavy with salt, yes, but also the rot of stagnant tidepools and beached kelp gone putrid in the sun.

Jock(ey) for Position | Drarry | E

One of the stranger things about life after the war is how Harry's good luck seems to have flipped around. He doesn’t know if it’s a side effect of losing the Horcrux or if death changed him more than he’d thought, but either way—it’s bloody inconvenient.

Wild Oats | Drarry | E

Harry would be the first to admit that he’d joined the DMLE with unrealistic expectations. 

The soul to feel the flesh, and the flesh to feel the chain | E

It begins with bruises. 

Unnamed WIP | Drarry | E

On Draco’s wedding night, he makes love to his new bride while Harry Potter’s come leaks slowly down his thigh. 

Hi! Welcome to my @kinkuary inspired recs! Seeing the prompts, they were simply too delicious not to share some of my favourite fics <3 Enjoy!

Day 1: age gap

📚 Do It All Over Again by @nv-md

Draco/Harry/Teddy, 2k, E

Summary:

Harry's birthday party is the perfect time for everyone to get what they've always wanted.

📚 A Darling Family by @nv-md, @lqtraintracks

Draco/Harry/Teddy, 6k, E

Summary:

Harry hates all the public appearances that go along with being the Chosen One, so Draco and Teddy concoct a plan to make the next event much more enjoyable—and rewarding.

📚 Masterpiece by @hoko-onchi-writes

Harry/Teddy, Draco/Harry, 1.7k, E

Summary:

Teddy can be anyone for Harry.

My screaming about the the above along with quotes under the cut. See you in the next one!

PS. If you have any suggestions of how to tag these, or if I should include or exclude certain info, please let me know! <3

💟 @kinktober-2025 day 5: finger sucking 💟 cousin (pre-)incest, cottagecore, domesticity

Fingers on my Lips

I love visiting Harry and Draco’s house in the summer. They’ve got this cute little cottage in Godric’s Hollow. A garden full of flowers, a whole room full of Muggle curiosities. When I was really little, I would sit with them in the garage, watch Harry’s oil-slick fingers as he tinkered with the motorbike, watch Draco lick his lips in between reading off instructions from the manual.

Harry still likes to cook. He turns the radio up high and dances around the kitchen with the apron I gave him tied around his waist. Draco laughs, lips stretching wide in delight. Harry leaves a smudge of flour on his cheek, then chases me around the kitchen until he marks me too.

Harry’s fingers are warm. They have callouses from gripping a broom. They smell like lavender from the fancy soap Draco likes to use.

Draco catches Harry’s floury hand, brings it to his mouth, and leaves a kiss on the back. Seeing Harry’s hand near Draco’s mouth makes my chest ache in a weird way. Harry and Draco have always been touchy, like they don’t believe in personal space, but this summer is different — more. Sometimes, I have to leave the room because it makes me feel too much.

Maybe I’m just being sensitive. This is my last summer with them, before I leave for the Continent, now that I no longer have Hogwarts tying me down.

It happens again while we are watching telly. Draco’s head is in Harry’s lap, Harry’s fingers gently carding through his hair. It’s rhythmic, slow, hypnotising — impossible not to watch.

Harry’s fingers stroke down Draco’s face, over the sharp planes of his cheeks. Grandma Andy says I have the same cheekbones, the Black family genes. Draco turns his head, leaving fleeting kisses across Harry’s fingertips.

Harry’s fingers linger, soften, trace over the seam of Draco’s lips. Draco exhales, his lips parting, allowing one of Harry’s fingers to slip inside. I see the flash of Draco’s teeth, a glimpse of his shiny pink tongue.

I feel my mouth opening to match Draco’s. My lips tingle with just the thought of Harry’s fingers.

Draco sucks Harry’s finger in. I imagine what it feels like, what it tastes like. I wonder if Draco can feel the callouses on Harry’s knuckles, if he likes licking the nailbeds with his tongue. I wonder how different Harry’s cock would feel — hotter, thicker, longer.

Harry groans, a quiet sound, barely audible over the hum of the telly. He adds another finger.

It’s too much, too overwhelming. I stand shakily from the armchair, wish them both a goodnight. In my room, I rub myself off against the pillow, fingers stuffed into my mouth to stifle my moans.

-

“You’re a tease,” Draco says later, pulling off, lips swollen and red.

“I know,” Harry says. He’s seen the way Teddy looks at them, at Harry’s hands, at Draco’s mouth. “He’ll come around soon.” He weaves his fingers through Draco’s hair and pulls him closer again.

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