draco malfoy/harry potter

Before his third year of Hogwarts has even begun, Harry faces three whole weeks of unsupervised time in Diagon Alley. In that time he takes a trip to Gringotts - and that changes everything. Burdened with the knowledge that Dumbledore has been blocking his family magic, and manipulating far more than he ever thought possible, Harry doesn't know who he can trust; but he knows he can't keep going that way. There's a whole world of lore and politics and history to catch up on, and the more he learns, the more Harry realises his true place in the world, and how much is being kept hidden from him. All the while, Dumbledore's twinkling eyes are constantly watching, and Harry can't let on how much he knows. With help from unexpected places, Harry starts on a journey to end the war, and reshape the wizarding world. With how much he looks like James Potter, people have forgotten one important thing about him - he is Lily Evans' son, and she was one hell of a witch.

Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.

Harry gets de-aged. Malfoy has to help him.

Harry has had quite enough of sharing his mind with someone else, thankyouverymuch. A miscast Legilimecy spell says otherwise. (Fic from 2010 FF archive being uploaded here.) AND FOR THE LAST FUCKING TIME, STOP REPOSTING THIS ON WATTPAD. I DO NOT WANT IT ON WATTPAD. YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO POST THIS ON WATTPAD.

Harry felt Malfoy's breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.

All it takes is one look in a mirror and an ill-advised attempt to shatter it, before an embittered Draco Malfoy fresh out of Azkaban is sent back into his body on the day he gets his Hogwarts letter. Suddenly, Draco has an unwanted second chance, with a Sorting Hat that doesn't know what to do with him, a certain Muggleborn who won't leave his study table alone, and green eyes he just can't get out of his head. And then there's his new wand, whose choice of him could just mark him as every bit as dark a wizard as his name means he should be.

The tattered memory of Tom Riddle sat on the porch of number four Privet Drive, pressing desperately into the horcrux housed in Harry Potter’s forehead. or In which Harry Potter is unceremoniously thrust back in time and forced to deal with Voldemort whining inside his head. At least Death had the decency to apologize.

If there's one thing that Draco Malfoy yearns for, it's seeing Harry Potter in pain. How that happens, he doesn't care. When Potter's name is pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, Draco sees it as the perfect opportunity to fulfill his greatest desire. Except Saint Potter has luck swimming in his veins. He needs to be distracted... And the best way to do that is to make him fall in love. THIS IS THE REWRITTEN VERSION AND THE PREFERRED VERSION FOR YOU TO READ.

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco’s head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. And then Draco decided, fuck it, he was going to risk it. They were going to risk it together, Harry and Draco. Smuffy little piece written for the universal darling's birthday celebrations!

Harry lifted the boy slightly in his lap to line his cock up with his entrance. And then the boy felt the huge swarthy shaft of a man enter his baby pink pussy with a single thrust! “Ow! Wha-what-” or Draco shows his favorite teacher new underwear, and then he fucks his little holes.

Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.

If there was one thing Harry Potter could count on in his life, it was a guaranteed lack of boredom. So, it really shouldn't have come as a surprise that as he was making his way through Diagon Alley to the nearest Apparation point-the one day a month he ventured out of 12 Grimmauld Place-that he passes by an altercation that was absurdly unevenly matched. His whole world turns on its head from there. He just doesn't know it yet.

As an Alpha who presented later in his life, Harry struggles to understand how it all works, especially when it comes to Malfoy and his incredibly captivating scent. But that doesn’t mean he’s attracted to Malfoy. Not at all. Right?

To say Draco Malfoy spent time thinking about Harry Potter was probably an understatement at this point. His friends knew it, he knew it. Draco had hoped that joining Lockhart’s dueling club would appease his father, and impress Potter. It didn’t go exactly as planned on either front, but that was besides the point. Draco had learned a lot during that duel, that he was horribly under qualified to defend himself, and that Potter was made of fire. Since then, everything else in his life had been white noise, all he focused on was Harry. And the thing is, he noticed. He noticed the way he flinched when someone dropped a plate or set a serving spoon down too hard. He noticed that when the Weasel would wrap an arm around him and his entire body went rigid. He had no idea how all of their lives would change when he decided to do something to help-- when it turned out that Potter was more of a Slytherin than anyone thought.

One-hundred word drabbles featuring bellies, weight gain, a very chubby Draco, and a very infatuated Harry. I hope you enjoy these as much as I'm enjoying writing them.

Ten long years have passed since the events of the war, and Draco has a completely new life, one spent mostly in the muggle world. He has a successful career as a paramedic, a rescue cat, and his mother is safe in France. What else could he possibly want? Sure, he is a little lonely, but that was the price he was willing to pay given his history. That is, until an extra shift completely flips his world upside down, leaving him wondering if the world has truly gone mad.

"Are you ok?!" Draco whisper-shouted in Harry's face. Now, Harry couldn't see all that well without his glasses, but he could make out that Draco looked a bit different — his features a bit more defined with less baby fat. His voice, too, sounded a bit lower, cracking almost like Harry's does occasionally. Harry nodded his head, his mind reeling. "W-w-wha' are y-you d-doin' here?!" Harry whisper-shouted back between his smushed cheeks. "I've come to rescue you, of course!"

Right now, Draco sat on the edge of his bed, nervously biting his nails as he imagined the upcoming school year. It had been a strange summer, with his parents and aunt and uncle all spending their days out in the country at the Manor. He had been left alone with his house-elf Dobby, who had been instructed to bring him everything he needed. Hiding from those hungry photographers who badly need the money to even picture Draco's hair.

"If you're asking if I ate, yes I did." Harry replied as he made his way into their bedroom to change into something more comfortable, and to hide the small box in his pocket, "Have you already had dinner?" After a slight pause, Draco answered with unusually detached voice, "Yes. I had dinner with Granger and Weasley." "You know they're both Weasleys no-" Harry mindlessly replied, but his brain finally caught up to him. He ran out to the living room, not caring that he's just wearing his pants, and nothing else. "Wait, Draco, please, let me explain." "Who were you with, Harry?" Draco asked in a monotone voice, which ironically terrified Harry even more than his boyfriend's usual explosive reactions. "Lying straight to my face as if I was some ordinary wizard from the streets." "Lucius..." "Ah, yes, my slag of a father." Draco tilted his head into a certain direction as his voice trembled, "You always did like them, blonde and pretty."

The Aurors have a ridiculous tradition to give people nicknames of the entire opposite of their cock. Someone gave Harry a terrible one, and Harry decided to seek out that particular someone. Things happened, and Harry got his perfect revenge.

Draco desires, longs, to be fucked by the chosen one and his best friend.

“It’s an egg,” Draco sneered, holding up the offending oblong. “How difficult could it be?”.....Or, Draco and Harry can't keep their hands off of each other long enough to accomplish literally anything.