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Draco seems to have changed since the war, and is insisting on making amends for his actions. But he's still a Malfoy, for heaven's sake... And, it would seem, a Malfoy with a certain kink...

Harry liked his life just fine, thankyouverymuch — so it was bad enough when a sly fairy cursed him to leap into alternate realities. But seeing Malfoy in all of them? Definitely way too much. And worse yet: needing the bastard's help to figure out how to get out of of it. It was a disaster waiting to happen, really. Well... probably.

Darcy Lewis had always been given the choice by her parents as to how out in the open she wanted to be about where she came from, and what she was. So she opted to lie low, keep out of the spotlight, and pretend not to be more than human. It was the perfect plan. Nobody would suspect a thing, and her life would be smooth sailing. But her perfect plan comes to a screeching halt one day, when she runs smack into two super soldiers who have a few perfect plans of their own, and all those plans include her.

Harry and Malfoy have been friends for five years, housemates for four, and yet Harry has never heard Malfoy say his first name—until he does, accompanied by a variety of other noises. Harry only wishes it wasn’t through the paper thin walls of Grimmauld on another night Malfoy spends with some other bloke. Or, Harry struggles with his sanity overhearing Malfoy’s nights with nameless blokes and loses it completely when one night the bloke’s got a name—and it’s Harry’s.

Malfoy è come un prurito sotto la pelle di Harry in una giornata normale. È persino peggio quando sono bloccati in un ascensore.

... your mate is about five months along in his pregnancy. That, of course, means that Alec's extra-horny, extra-daring, and extra-wet. No one will ever excuse Magnus of not being a good mate. (Or: Pregnant Sex in A/B/O verse because reasons)