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wound: @drarrymicrofic (50 words)

Harry almost lost him. Hit by a curse on a routine call, Draco’s pale face in the dirt was Harry’s undoing.

The hospital’s quiet when Draco wakes. He blinks down at Harry, sleeping. Their hands are linked.

“Yes,” Ron says drily from the other chair. “He’s in love with you. Surprise.”

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Lights Camera Drarry 2025 recs

Here are some of my favorite fics from @lcdrarry 2025. Listed in alphabetical order.

Twenty’s Plenty by @erin-orolin [21k]

After a string of failed relationships and a Witch Weekly article that proclaims anyone who has dated over twenty people is more likely to end up alone, Draco decides enough is enough. There must’ve been someone in his past who he missed a connection with, so there’s only one thing for it. Hunt down all of his exes and find The One. What he didn't account for was Harry Potter coming along for the ride.

Will Do So Gently by @shewhomustnotbenamed [138k]

Following a coup organised by Voldemort, England's society collapses. Initial attempts by the government to regain power are thwarted by Death Eaters, and a rebellion group called ‘The Order’ forms to fight against them. The country divides, people flee, and those left are trying their best to survive. Draco Malfoy, raised since birth to believe in Voldemort, grows wiser with age and abandons his home after he realises the terror Voldemort intends to inflict on the world. Afraid of what The Order might do to a marked Death Eater, he goes into hiding where he remains for years until Harry Potter finds him and sparks his long-lost will to fight. Their paths separate, and Draco goes out to join The Order or die trying, not realising that his Death Eater status will be the least of his concerns when he arrives. Based loosely off of The Last Of Us (minus zombies)

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

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pliant — Draco/Ron (100 words)

for Drabble Dabble June

Malfoy’s defiant at first, like always, a contradiction of pushes and pulls as his back hits the mattress. 

“Fuck you,” he spits, even as he grips into Ron’s hair, yanking him impossibly closer. 

Ron’s smirk drags across the knife-edge of Malfoy’s collarbone. “It’s the other way round, remember.”

“Not again,” Malfoy groans through gritted teeth. “Not after this.”

Ron shuts him up with a tug on his belt. It doesn’t take long to have Malfoy shuddering, contrariness eked out of him bit by bit. This is how Ron likes him best, pliant and supple. Breathless. 

“Sure,” Ron says. “Never again.”

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slander ii (50 words)

RUINING HARRY POTTER'S LIFE - MASTERPLAN:

Insults.

"Midnight Rendezvous" (duelling)

Seven Nimbus 2001's

Snake

Humiliating Valentine's poem

Origami ?

DEMENTOR costumes

BUTTONS

Inquisitorial Squad

Break his nose

Crucio

RECLAIM WAND

Insults

Pre-order Firebolt II

Beat him at Quidditch

"Midnight Rendezvous" (duelling ?)

Beat him at sex

Humiliating Valentine's poem

Move in

Origami  ?

RING

for @yellowfork | prompt from @drarrymicrofic | my Drarry microfic collection on Ao3

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Wedding dramione ?!?!?! 👀👀👀👀

This is something I really want to finish when I’m done with these fest pieces. It’s basically Draco and Hermione meeting over and over again at different weddings during the course of a year. It’s just a fun, rom-com type. Here’s a snippet:

The cooler breeze is welcoming as he steps out onto the patio, and he closes his eyes for a moment, takes some deep breaths, when all of a sudden he is hauled sideways and pressed against a wall. His eyes fly open.

Hermione Granger is kissing him.

Shock leaves him unable to move, and it isn’t until she pulls back that he is jerked into action, and he chases her mouth to reconnect. Heat radiates from her, exertion from dancing, and she is warm and soft as she presses against him.

“This doesn’t seem like a very good idea,” he says as he moves his mouth along her jaw.

“It’s definitely a bad idea—” She arches her neck, clutching at his shoulders. “—but I don’t see you leaving.”

“Oh, I’m leaving.” His hands grip the fabric of her awful dress tighter, rucking the silk under his fingers. “Right now.” He teeth scrape at her pulse point and she lets out a breathy little sound that rockets straight through him.

“I think you have to let go of me to leave,” she says, sliding her hands down to the front of his robes.

“I’m getting to that part,” Draco huffs, and he finds her mouth once more.

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slander: @drarrymicrofic (50 words)

The hot slick of Harry’s tongue, the firm grip of his fingers in Draco’s hair.

Draco’s breathless when they break apart, expression desperately fighting for nonchalance but unable to land there. He wars with words instead. “You kiss horribly, Potter.”

“Slander,” Harry grins, knowing, tugging him closer. “Let’s try again.”

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#this game is killing me #its unfair I need all of these right now #drarry as finance bros yes please

hello i may have a physical need to hear about these finance bros... a sentence i thought i'd never utter out of my mouth but here we are... But Also..... the worst threesome ever omg who are we talking about

hehe :) thank you for the ask. regarding the worst threesome ever, i gave some deets on that one here. Re: the bros: this fic had a few stops and starts, and some details are still on the ephemeral side, but basically Draco and Harry intern at Gringotts, and the culture there is VERY toxic, very bro-y hedge fund. Wall Street for Wizards. Marcus Flint takes them under his wing, which means he takes them out to clubs and they do a lot of drugs together. guess what else happens! I actually am so excited to return to this one. I have 10K written, I doubt more than 3K of it is useable. Warning! Drugs!

Flint snapped his fingers, and a vial of something popped onto the table in front of them. The analysts all snickered and moved in a bit closer.  “Happy hump day,” Flint said, and tipped the vial over. Sparkles and powder cascaded out, and Flint whispered “Acies.” Like marching soldiers, the substance filed onto the shining surface of the table in orderly, glittering lines. Without preamble, each of the analysts leaned forward and started sniffing it up.  “What is that?” Harry asked Draco under his breath.  “Pixie Dust,” Draco whispered back. “It’s horribly expensive stuff. Total waste of money and magic.” Then, without hesitating, he plugged one of his nostrils with a single long, well-manicured finger, leaned forward, and enthusiastically hoovered a whole line of it up his nose. He sat up, blinking owlishly at Harry. His pupils looked like they’d doubled in size. The look he gave Harry was all young, pink-mouthed innocence. “What?”  “You just said it’s a waste of money. And magic!”  “Well, I didn’t have to pay for it.”  Harry looked suspiciously down at the table. “What does it do?”  “So far, it appears to do nothing to stop annoying little gits from asking one insipid questions.” Harry kicked him. “Oh, fuck off. I don’t know, it’s a party drug. It makes you feel good.”  “How good?”  For the first time, possibly ever in their lives, Draco smiled at him. “Scared, Potter?”

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Hey! Please can I find out about the Ten Years fic?

You can! It’s actually a Dramione long fic that I’ve planned out that takes place over the course of ten years, but it jumps a year each chapter. Kind of One Day vibes with the time jumps, but not on the exact same day every year. And nothing else like One Day 🤣 I’ve written some parts of random chapters. Here’s a snippet:

“You want me to unbutton your shirt?” he asked, rather cautiously. He wanted to make very sure that was what she was asking, and even wondered if she wasn’t too drunk to put it in writing.

She rolled her eyes with such force that she almost toppled backwards. “Don’t be such a prude. I’m wearing a bra, I’m sure your delicate sensibilities will survive. You can even close your eyes.”

Draco strode over, batting her useless hands out the way. Hermione looked down, watching him quickly unthread the small pearl buttons down the placket of her blouse.

“Oh, yes,” Draco said dryly, as a peek of her plain underwear was revealed. “Black cotton. Scandalous.”

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YAY ok I am all ears for ear pieces

haha ok this is a random one, it’s actually a Pansy/Seamus where they’re flirting by way of ear pieces on an Auror task. It was meant to just be a silly one shot but it’ll probably never see the light of day now. Have been thinking of maybe repurposing it into another pairing, maybe even a Drarry. Here’s a snip of it anyway:

By accident, her eyes found Seamus again as she carefully surveyed the beach. He too nonchalantly scanned the crowd behind his sunglasses, taking licks of his ice cream. He was annoyingly correct in that he did look the epitome of a Muggle enjoying the sun, and she noticed he was drawing appreciative glances from a group of barely-clad women as they tittered past him down the steps.

“You got a swimsuit on under that get-up?” His voice hinted at amusement.

“No.”

“Shame.”

She ignored this. She wasn’t meant to be distracted, and yet Seamus was very distracting.

“I might take a dip,” he continued, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. She looked away.

“You do that.”

Another voice crackled through the ear-piece, exasperated. Harry’s. “Seamus, don’t you fucking dare. Eyes on the crowd.”

“Aye, aye Captain.” Seamus’ laugh bubbled into her ear, and Pansy slowly moved her gaze back to where he’d been leaning. He was now licking ice cream off his fingers, looking back at her. Merlin. She blinked away quickly, and that’s when she saw it, the flash of dark red hair that was unmistakably their wizard.

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Charlie/Draco!!!

This is the wip of my Charlie/Draco fic Sanctuar, where Draco has a Ministry mandated job on the dragon sanctuary after the war and Charlie desperately tries not to be attracted to him. I just need to write the last chapter once I’m done with these fest deadlines, but here’s a little snippet:

The problem is that whenever Charlie had considered seeing Draco again, it was the Draco who left Romania seven years ago that occupied his thoughts. Draco at nineteen, with outgrown hair and that perpetually haunted look, dressed in Charlie’s checked coat with wind-bitten cheeks.

In reality, Draco looks a world away from that slightly scrawny teenager that scowled his way around the sanctuary for six months, and it’s this that unravels all of Charlie’s carefully laid plans within the space of a heart-stopping minute.

So, here he is. Hiding. Avoiding. Which is actually quite easy to do when the house is holding its own celebration, and is full of family and friends too drunk to wonder why Charlie might be taking great interest in tidying up when he was always the first Weasley child to skive off the chores.

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WIP Name Game

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Thanks for the tag @chiquita-3! Titles are always something I come up with right before posting usually, so my WIP docs all have boring names 🤣

* Ronsy Fest

* Drarry & Ron Auror partners

* Charlie/Draco

* Romione expansion

* Ron/Pansy joke shop

* Ten Years fic

* Misfits

* Wedding Dramione

* Ear pieces

Gosh I have too many things half-written 😅 tagging @aurorasleeps-27 @zeebee3 @sweet-s0rr0w @lemonlimelea @thetacowrites @elliebyrrdwrites @wrathful-wrackspurt and anyone else who wants to do this!

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bring (cinnamon bun) - Drarry & Romione

It’s been seven minutes and thirty-three seconds. Not that they’ve been counting.

“She doesn’t like him, does she?” Harry asks, chair tipping as he cranes his neck.

“Malfoy?” Ron asks around a mouthful of cinnamon bun. “You think Hermione likes Malfoy?”

They look again. Malfoy is still leaning against Hermione’s desk. She’s smiling. It’s…

“Weird,” Harry says, licking icing off his thumb. “So weird.”

Ron thinks about Prefect patrol, how Hermione had taken him to an empty classroom and kissed him hard against the wall. “Nah, she doesn’t like Malfoy. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not worried,” Harry says quickly. “I don’t care.”

“‘Course not,” Ron grins.

➡️Drabble Dabble June

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Party Hard — Draco/Ron —E, 1k

(written for Dron Masquerade)

It’s half past midnight by the time Draco corners Ron in the kitchen, stalking towards him so that Ron has no choice but to step back against the cupboards.

“I know it was you, Weasley.”

Ron holds his hands up. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

Draco raises an eyebrow. He’s had a few drinks, his cheeks are pink, and his hair has been falling over his forehead for the past two hours. Ron had heard him laughing, really laughing, by the buffet with George earlier. The sound of it had twisted his insides, like Cornish pixies had taken up residence in his stomach.

“You did this.”

“Did what?

“This.” Draco waves his arms around at the empty kitchen, huffing his hair out of his eyes.

“Cleaned the kitchen?”

Draco assesses him, eyes narrowing as he steps even closer. “Potter said you asked him over two weeks ago.”

Bloody Harry. Never can keep his mouth shut. Ron shrugs lightly. “I might’ve said something about coming round, can’t remember.”

“Neville said you asked him to bring a cake.”

“I think he suggested he bring something.”

“Ginny just asked me if I was enjoying the party.”

“Party.” Ron scoffs. “She taken a bludger to the head at training?”

➡️ continued on ao3

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Can finally shout about my @lcdrarry fic!

Twenty’s Plenty

21k — E — romcom based on What’s Your Number

Summary:

After a string of failed relationships and a Witch Weekly article that proclaims anyone who has dated over twenty people is more likely to end up alone, Draco decides enough is enough. There must’ve been someone in his past who he missed a connection with, so there’s only one thing for it. Hunt down all of his exes and find The One.

What he didn't account for was Harry Potter coming along for the ride.

Snippet:

“Sooo…” Draco says nonchalantly. Potter glances at him with an eye roll, no doubt already well aware of what he’s about to say. “Justin, too, hm? I take it he wasn’t cool with the casual side of your relationship?”

Potter pulls out a pair of sunglasses and swaps his normal spectacles for them. “Not sure what gave that away.”

“It might have been the way in which he looked like he wouldn’t toss an Aguamenti at you if you were on fire. That and the blatant comment about being serious. Wonder how long he’s been wanting to throw that back in your face?”

“Probably ever since he zipped his trousers up and immediately asked me to come with him to a work event the next day because his boss would be so impressed to see Harry Potter on his arm.”

Draco tuts. “Trying to take advantage of the Saviour’s clout? Bad form, Justin.”

🔗Ao3 link

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Billmione—100 words—spring

Hermione managed to resist all winter, bundled in furs to stave off the chill of an Icelandic breeze.

Spring is a different matter. Cursebreaking sees them spend April in Athens, May in Marrakesh. Robes are shucked, jumpers discarded. Layers are quite literally peeled away, tucked above a busy marketplace in their tiny hotel room.

“You’re so beautiful,” Bill murmurs, mouth against her heated skin.

She traces his faded scars with her fingertips, follows the map of his own curse. Learns each and every part of him with teeth and tongue.

Afterwards, she smiles. “I wonder where we’re headed for summer.”

➡️ Drabble Dabble June

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Inhale: @drarrymicrofic prompt

“You’re going to say yes to that date, then?” Ron asks.

Harry shrugs. “I suppose.”

There’s a sharp inhale. A cough. Malfoy’s pink-cheeked, spluttering his drink. Ron whacks him on the back with an overenthusiastic thump.

“I’m fine,” Malfoy croaks.

He avoids Harry’s gaze for the rest of the night.