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Never Mind the Bollocks

The_Sinking_Ship @the-sinking-ship

Chapters: 19/19 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley, Viktor Krum, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, George Weasley, Oliver Wood, Angelina Johnson Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Friends With Benefits, Slow Burn, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Reluctant Celebrity Harry Potter, Celebrities, Party, Clubbing, Heavy Drinking, Blacking Out, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Alcohol, Marijuana, Cigarettes, Smoking, Semi-Public Sex, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Wandless Magic (Harry Potter), Angst, Pining, Panic Attacks, Anxiety, anger issues, Blood and Violence, Action, Magical fight scenes, Blow Jobs, Explicit Sexual Content, BAMF Harry Potter, Skateboarder Harry Potter, Running From The Cops, Anti-Aurors, Uniform Kink, Banter, Bad Haircuts, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Silver Trio | Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson & Blaise Zabini Friendship, Found Family, Family of Choice, Touch-Averse Harry Potter, Jealousy, auror abuse of power, Kidnapping, Minor Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character(s), Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, H/D Erised 2023

Summary:

If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.

And yet, here he was.

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Excerpt:

Harry peered back down the hallway, and when he saw no one watching, he pushed his way past Malfoy into what turned out to be the toilet, shutting the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy asked.

Harry crossed the room to the sink where a cigarette burned, smoke curling from the tip. Harry Vanished it.

"Hey!"

"Your rules, not mine," Harry said, crossing his arms.

"Oh fuck off, Potter. Go torture someone else."

"Since when is being around me torture?"

"Honestly? Since pretty much forever."

"What? Why?"

Harry was used to Malfoy's sharp tongue, unbothered by his cutting remarks, but he thought they were getting along. Maybe he wasn't doing the best job hiding his attraction, but he behaved and kept his hands to himself. That was more than Malfoy could say and he wasn’t even in Harry’s predicament.

"Because you're impossible," he said. "Look at you."

Harry glanced down dumbly because he didn't know what else to do.

Malfoy snorted without humour. "What are you even doing here? Why aren't you off staring dopily at Oliver Wood?"

"He had to leave."

"What a pity," Malfoy said, voice flat.

"What's your problem with Oliver?"

Malfoy's lips pressed into a thin line, colour blooming on his cheeks. "You fucked him. That's what you said when I asked if you were interested in men. Besides an old crush on a dead schoolmate, you said you fucked Oliver Wood after you got out of school."

"Yeah," Harry said slowly, willing it all to make sense.

Malfoy growled. "Shall I be expecting him round the flat tonight, then?"

"He invited me back to his hotel." Harry lifted his hand to show Malfoy his palm.

Malfoy grabbed his wrist a touch too hard, yanking it close to his face though he barely glanced at the writing.

"Are you going?"

"I haven't decided," Harry replied truthfully.

Malfoy's eyes bored into his. "Don't."

Harry blinked at him, surprised, tugging his hand from Malfoy's grasp. "Seems pretty hypocritical for you to have an opinion on that."

"Oh, it is. Completely."

Now Harry was really confused. "Weren't you telling me that celibacy didn't suit me?"

"It doesn't. But that was before."

"Before what?"

"Before I knew you liked cock."

Harry's mouth dropped open because Malfoy had some nerve. "What fucking difference does it make to you?"

"My gods, the answer to that should be painfully obvious, but let me make it abundantly clear." Malfoy's fingers tightened on Harry's wrist, and before Harry could think or react, Malfoy pressed Harry's hand against the front of his trousers, his cock a hard outline beneath Harry's palm.

Explosions lit behind Harry's eyes, bright red flags waving in every corner of his brain because this was more than a bad idea. This was dangerous.

Harry swallowed, throat suddenly too tight and too dry. "So you think because I like dick, I want yours?"

Malfoy bit his lip when Harry's fingers twitched, and Harry felt him throb through the fabric.

"No," Malfoy breathed. "Never in my wildest dreams. But you aren't exactly subtle. I see you watching me. I felt you that night when we danced. You want me."

Harry tightened his grip on the bulge in Malfoy's trousers, and Malfoy's next inhale hitched. Harry studied him with hard eyes, looking for the joke, the lie, a reason why Malfoy would be so cruel as to tease him, but Harry found none.

"I want you too," Malfoy said, his voice a rasp. "Fuck, do I want you."

Harry's last thread of restraint snapped and he crashed into Malfoy, taking his mouth in a rough kiss.

Malfoy gasped beneath him, his lips parting around a sharp breath, and Harry plunged in. He slotted their mouths together licking past Malfoy's teeth as he pressed their bodies flush, needing as much contact as possible because for once, Harry felt something other than a flood of panic at another person's touch.

His hand abandoned Malfoy's cock—the angle all wrong—and instead locked an arm around his waist. He wrapped his free hand around the back of Malfoy's neck, fingers tangled in the hair at his nape to keep him from pulling away long enough to breathe, or speak, or gods forbid stop.

Harry was done thinking. He didn't want to worry about the consequences for once and refused to consider all the ways in which he just made this strange, impossible friendship with Malfoy a thousand times more complicated, because this felt good. It felt right, and Harry was ready to lose himself to a sensation other than panic, fear, or blistering rage.

for @hprecfest

I know Drarry is pretty popular, but I am a marauders girlie and I had not read Drarry before. But this fic may have changed that. It was recommended to me by @thatmoonspell ages ago, but I just read it last week and I loved it! Looking forward to finding more gems for this ship.

Cover art by my love, @fictional

Chasing Dragons

Author: The_Sinking_Ship (AO3) (Tumblr) Pairing: Draco/Harry Rating: E Wordcount: 99k Tags: fake/pretend relationship, enemies to lovers, Healer Draco, dragon tamer Harry, everyone is a total BAMF, and Harry rides a motorbike in a leather jacket, and Charlie Weasley is sexy af Collection: H/D Wireless 2021 @hd-wireless​

Summary:

Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece.

But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite.

Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

Notes:

This fic was based on a prompt by @ladderofyears for the song Bad Boyfriend by Garbage (anyone else have a teenage crush on Shirley Manson?!). It is my honour to gift this to such a fantastic writer and all-around lovely person.

BIG THANK YOU TO: my darling betas, @phenomenalasterisk and @hgh777​. My number one cheerleader and creator of my GORGEOUS fic cover, @fictional,​ and of course the Wireless Mods!

Author: The_Sinking_Ship

Summary: Things were going just fine for Draco Malfoy. He successfully conned and counted cards across Europe and America, amassing a small fortune, along with a lengthy rap sheet. That was until he made the grave mistake of returning to England for a high stakes card game and got himself caught – by Harry Potter no less. Now, Draco is stuck in England under Auror Potter’s guard with no friends, no distractions, and no escape. How the hell will he pass the time? And since when did Potter get so bloody fit?

Length: 25 chapters, 83,497 words

Finely Drawn Lines

Author: The_Sinking_Ship (AO3) (Tumblr)

Pairing: Draco/Harry

Rating: E

Wordcount: ~60k

Tags: Hogwarts professors, friends with benefits, artist Draco, tattooed Harry, pining, angst, banter, smut Smut SMUT (like 69% pr0n)

Summary: Draco doesn’t consider himself an artist (though the dozens of sketchbooks lining his shelves might suggest differently). Yet ever since Potter returned to Hogwarts, accepting a teaching position alongside Draco, his drawings have taken on a rather singular focus. From the curl of his lips to the exact number of lines that form at the corners of his eyes when he laughs, Draco has catalogued every shade of one Harry James Potter between the pages of his sketchbook. So long as Potter remains none the wiser, Draco will have no trouble controlling his crush.

But when Potter comes to him with a dangerous proposition, Draco fears things are about to get so much more complicated.

Notes: *bangs pots and pans together* New fic!!!! I've been dropping lines from this thing into the Six-Sentence-Sunday posts for... god... like a year. And I couldn't be happier to finally shove this baby bird out of the nest. Big thanks to my god-tier beta team, @fw00shy and @vukovich. Without you, I probably would have spent another year dithering over this thing.

Chasing Dragons

The_Sinking_Ship @the-sinking-ship

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Charlie Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Enemies to Lovers, Healer Draco Malfoy, Dragon Tamer Harry Potter, magical creature sanctuary, Powerful Harry Potter, Powerful Draco Malfoy, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), BAMF Harry Potter, references to past Harry/Charlie, Minor Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Harry rides a motorbike, and wears a leather jacket, Blood and Injury, descriptions of medical emergencies, (but all characters end up fine!), Light D/s undertones, very light bondage (consensual), Anal Sex, Drinking, Switching, Pining, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Banter, Humor, Original Characters - Freeform, Happy Ending, H/D Wireless 2021, Jealousy, past infidelity (not between Harry and Draco)

Summary:

Draco can think of only one way to outclass his pleat-front-khaki-wearing politician ex, and that’s by making headlines with an obvious upgrade. And who better to upstage the cheating bastard than the Saviour of the World, Harry Potter himself? Sure, Potter is a little rough around the edges in ripped jeans, a rumpled tartan shirt, and a permanent scowl. Draco reckons a haircut and a shave wouldn’t hurt, either. But Potter is also in need of a Healer willing to keep his secrets, and Draco is just the man for the job. It’s a perfectly reasonable exchange. They need only attend a couple parties arm-in-arm, smile nicely for the paparazzi, and tolerate each other long enough to convince everyone they’re smitten. In return, Draco will keep Potter alive and in one piece. But it isn’t long before Draco realises he might be in over his head, because Potter is ten tonnes of trouble packed into a leather jacket, and seems keen on hurtling himself towards death on the back of a flying motorbike. And that says nothing of Potter’s penchant for fire-breathing beasts and things that bite. Ah well, at least they’ll have some fun while it lasts. After all, Draco always did like a bit of danger.

Excerpt:

“Did you want a tour? I’m afraid the conservatory is still under construction and we’re remodelling the west wing,” Potter said with a smirk and crossed the room to the icebox. He fished out a couple of beers and offered one to Draco, tilting it in his direction with eyebrows raised in question.

Draco didn’t want another drink, already buzzed, but he stepped up to him, standing too close. He took one of the beer bottles from Potter’s hand, then the other, and set them both on the counter behind him. 

Potter’s eyes narrowed as Draco placed a hand on either side of Potter’s hips, fingers curled around the edge of the counter, caging him in. They stood that way for a moment, not touching, though it was a very near thing. But then Potter inhaled deeply, his chest puffing, brushing against Draco’s, and it was as if something in him broke, because Potter lunged forward, wrapping one hand around the back of Draco’s neck, crushing his mouth against Draco’s. 

Draco sucked in a breath and parted his lips, tilting his chin and slotting their mouths together. At that first wet brush of Potter’s tongue, Draco’s stomach pulled achingly tight, heat flooding his gut and spreading outward until even his fingertips tingled. Draco tightened his hold on the counter as he pressed forward, aligning their hips and swallowing Potter’s responding groan. 

Potter’s grip at the back of Draco’s neck was firm and unyielding, the tips of his fingers pressing into the notches of Draco’s spine, settling between the bones like they were made to rest there. There was no shyness in Potter’s kiss, no sweet swipes of tongue or teasing softness, but rather a ferocity, a growling hunger as he plunged his tongue past Draco’s lips, consuming him. 

It was less of a kiss and more of a war, a fight for dominance, and one that Draco very much intended to win. Draco relished the slick slide of his mouth against Potter’s already swollen lips, sucking his tongue when it pressed past his teeth. He let Potter have his way for a time, let him nip and bite, pressing back against all the places where Draco had him pinned. 

He hadn’t even touched Potter yet, hadn’t reached for flesh or pushed his hands beneath clothing, though he wanted to. He kept his hands on the counter, his knuckles bleached white from the effort. The kiss he returned was controlled; his tongue fucking into Potter’s mouth, slow and languid. He could feel Potter’s frustration and the tension building in his muscles. 

Potter’s hands dragged from Draco’s neck to the front of his shirt, gripping the collar in the hand of his uninjured arm. He crumpled the fabric in his fist, winding it around the back of his hand, and tugged sharply. Draco heard the seams creak, pulled to the point of tearing, and Draco’s hand flew up to stop him, fingers locking around Potter’s wrist in a punishing grip.

“Don’t you dare,” Draco growled against Potter’s lips, the bones in Potter’s wrist grinding beneath his fingers as he twisted Potter’s hand away. 

Potter smirked against his mouth, his tongue darting out to flick over Draco’s bottom lip, then his top, before curling back behind his teeth. “And if I do?”

Draco loosened his hold for barely half a second, just enough time to crank Potter’s arm behind him and pin it against his back. Potter hissed, eyes fluttering. “I like this shirt, I’ll not let you ruin it.”

But then Potter dropped his other hand and hooked two fingers into Draco's belt loop and tugged him closer, rocking his hips up so Draco could feel the substantial bulge in his jeans. The pressure against Draco’s aching cock lit a fire in his belly, and his control snapped like a rubber band pulled to its breaking point.

Draco relaxed his iron grip on the counter, half expecting to see indents left by his fingers, and plunged a hand into Potter’s hair, wrenching his head back to expose his throat. He sucked a mark into the skin, nipping at Potter’s jaw, scraping his teeth across the stubble, his tongue and mouth leaving wet trails in their path. He released Potter’s wrist and yanked aside the neck of his vest, sinking his teeth into the exposed and tender strip of flesh where Potter’s throat met his shoulder. Potter groaned, deep and low, his hips canting up, his cock grinding hard against Draco’s. 

Fuck, it was good.