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For Harry/Draco Reverse Bang 2022 - Fic on AO3 by @oknowkiss

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Draco Malfoy

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happy birthday harry :’)

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Soup.

The first thing Draco noticed was that Harry hadn't shaved that morning. Harry shaved every morning. It was only on vacation that he would let his stubble grow out a bit - his own way of relaxing, Draco supposed.

But then Draco saw the way Harry rubbed his eyes, bloodshot and heavy, and pinched the bridge of his nose, glasses pushed up to his forehead.

When, ten minutes later, Harry still hadn't touched his breakfast, instead just sitting hunched while steadily sipping hot tea, Draco lowered the month's copy of Up Your Sleeve with a small frown.

"All right?" he asked.

Harry looked up, eyes wide, steam from the tea fogging his glasses. "Yeah," he said, and Draco decided that he was simply imagining the slight hoarseness in his voice.

"Not hungry?"

"Not really. Tummy feels weird."

"Weird, how?"

"Just queasy." Harry drained his mug and got to his feet, swinging on his maroon cloak. "Must be the takeout last night."

"I did advise you not to get overzealous with the chilly sauce," Draco turned the page, looking back down at the article about how talking brooches were back in fashion now, "You need to listen to me sometimes."

"Whatever, Malfoy," Harry said, and simply marched out of the kitchen.

Draco listened to the Floo flare and then go out, his gaze on Harry's plate, breakfast cold and untouched. Ten minutes later as he left for work, Harry and his reddened eyes had slipped out of his mind.

He should have known when, four and a half hours later, Harry didn't show up for lunch at the boutique. Draco ordered Greek from Melina's and the tzatziki looked incredible and smelled delicately of garlic and Draco ended up eating all of it along with warm pita. He had robes to finish hemming and ironing and so he left the rest of the food under a Stasis and went back to his sewing machine. Maybe Harry wouldn't mind some Greek at dinner.

But by five o'clock that evening, when Draco finally had a moment to sit down with a cup of tea, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. It wasn't like Harry to just not show up to lunch. He missed lunch all the time, but never without owling Draco about it.

Leaving his assistant to lock up after their last customer (who was trying on robes in increasingly dark shades of green and getting more and more flustered and confused) Draco Floo'ed home.

"Harry?" he called out, even before he was completely out of the Floo, even though Harry never got home before him.

There was a grunt from the sofa. Draco went and looked over the backrest to find Harry, still in full Auror uniform, curled up tightly with his head on two cushions.

"What are you-- What's happened to you?" Draco demanded, a tad bit louder than he'd intended, but then he was suddenly worried and Draco could never handle being worried.

Harry didn't answer and so Draco strode around the sofa, thumped the lunch leftovers on the coffee table next to Harry's glasses, and shook Harry lightly by the shoulder.

"Potter!"

Harry just sighed and blinked open tired, very, very red eyes. "Don't feel good," he said in a hoarse whisper, and then shut his eyes again.

Draco pushed thick, unruly black hair off Harry's forehead and pressed his palm to it.

"You're burning up," he said shortly. "When did you get home?"

"Dunno." A pause, then, "They sent me home at the eleven o'clock meeting."

"You've been home all day, feeling sick, and you didn't bother owling?"

"Couldn't find Hera."

"Have you forgotten you're a wizard? Why didn't you send me a patronus?"

"Nnngblr," replied Harry.

"Have you eaten something?"

Harry shook his head.

"I'm gonna make you soup." Draco was already on his way to the kitchen, kicking off his shoes on the way.

"I'll throw up."

"You will drink it and you will like it. And then you'll get in the bath." He put the kettle on and went rummaging for chicken stock cubes.

"Want to sleep."

"While you're in the bath, I'll go buy a few vials of Fever Fixer."

"Head hurts."

"We have pain potions for that. I'll give you one of those too."

Twenty minutes later, Harry was sat in their bed, wrapped in two blankets, his uniform in a heap on the floor. In the en suite, Draco drew him a bath, poured in some muscle relaxant, and dimmed the lights.

Harry was obediently eating his soup when Draco went back out. His glasses were perched on his head now. Every other minute he'd sneeze and they'd slip down only to be pushed back up. He wore only his boxer shorts and socks and had a light sheen of sweat on his face from the hot soup.

"It's good," he said sincerely.

Draco sat down next to him, mouth turned down at the corners. "Why didn't you inform me that you're ill?"

Harry just blinked. "It's not such a big deal."

"It is. You're ill. You're properly ill. You can't be lying alone on the sofa, without potions or food for a whole day without informing someone." Draco sighed irritably through his nose. "Without informing me."

Harry smiled, set his empty bowl on the bedside table and pulled the blankets tighter around himself. "You look like you're going to cry, Malfoy."

"Harry, I'm being bloody serious right now."

Harry immediately stopped smiling. "It's just the flu or something? I dunno. You don't have to worry."

"Look at you!" Draco said, his voice rising again. "If you'd come home to me looking like this, I'd be in the VIP Emergency Ward at Mungo's right now! Don't deny it."

Harry licked his lips, smiled again, hands held up in surrender. "I'm not denying anything."

"You've never been ill before."

"I'm sure that's not true."

"We've been together three years and you've never been ill." Draco swallowed hard. "It's scary and I don't like it."

"I'm...sorry?"

"Shut it. I'm sorry I let you go to work looking like shit. And I'm sorry I didn't check on you when you didn't show up to lunch."

"What'd you get?"

"Melina's."

"Nice."

"I brought leftovers. They're in the fridge."

"Sounds good." Harry smiled again and reached out, gripping Draco by the wrist and pulling him closer.

"Don't give me your germs," Draco said, letting Harry kiss him wetly on the cheek. "Go get in the bath. I'll be back in a few."

"You're very handsome when you're worried," Harry said, and with his voice so distractingly hoarse and his grip so much warmer than usual, Draco thought that even when ill and red-nosed, Harry Potter had his entire heart - and with good reason. Draco wouldn't bother making soup for anybody else.

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“Merry Christmas, Harry.” “What did you- Why..?” “Just take it. Please.”

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“It’s getting late…”  “Does it matter?”

Ref by Benjamin Dunbar

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“Is there a name you’d like me to call you?” “Um, yes, it’s… Harry.” “Well, Harry, I think I ought to be honest and tell you that… I’m just like you. I’m transgender too.” “…You are?” “Indeed. And I’m telling you this because I wanted you to know that you are not alone. Never alone. And your parents, Harry, they… they would’ve loved you and supported you unconditionally. Just like they supported me. Never forget that there will always be people that accept us in our most truest.”

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i got back into drarry and this was the first art i did since coming back…it’s also the only s f w one, so, i can post it here :^) healers au? perhaps

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It’s Halloween ? What about painting the most powerfull wizard of all times ? Harry Potter, my fucking hero ♥

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“Merry Christmas, Harry.” “What did you- Why..?” “Just take it. Please.”

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New Fic | Part ¼

Title: Blade of Gold, Shield of Silver

Pairing: Harry/Draco

Summary: Where there’s a dementor infestation on the rise, Harry and Draco are left to protect their children after losing their wives, and decide to team up to stay safe because how else would this story make any sense?

Tags: dads drarry, slow burn, eventual smut, dementors, ex-Auror Harry Potter, Draco has a sword, an actual sword don’t be vulgar, will add more tags as we go on

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I wrote a new thing. 👀👀👀

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This is SOOOO GOOD!!! ❤️❤️

ABSOLUTION

Rating: E / NC-17 Word Count: ~3,800 Pairing: Harry/Draco AO3 Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Anal Sex, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, Eighth Year

Summary: Draco wants absolution. Harry gives it to him.

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Hey there, cheers to 7k!

My prompt request 246. “Nooooo, don’t leave! I’m cold!”

Thank you so much for the prompt! Happy reading. <3

246. “Nooooo, don’t leave! I’m cold!”

Harry woke up to someone playing with the hair on the back of his neck and an occasional gentle kiss on his jawline. Knowing that that someone can only be Draco made him smile, even in his still dazed state.

“’ Morning,” he grumbled, his voice hoarse but warm. He peered through his heavy eyelids to see his favourite person in the world sprawled all over him.

“Hey,” Draco whispered back and angled his head for a kiss in which Harry readily obliged him. “How did you sleep?”

“Good. Your cold feed woke me up a few times though.”

Draco scoffed and pressed his clearly cold feet deeper under Harry’s shins. “I don’t have cold feet.”

“Sure. You also don’t hog the blankets.”

“It’s cold,” Draco said as an excuse.

“It’s warm when you’re with me,” Harry quipped and kissed Draco again.

“It’s warm when you don’t forget to renew the warming charms before bed.” Draco pressed himself more firmly against the furnace that was his boyfriend and then buried his cold nose in Harry’s shoulder. The fact that he could breathe in the authentic Harry Potter scent all the more easily this way was just a bonus.

“They wear out in this weather anyway,” Harry shrugged and absentmindedly began carding through Draco’s hair. Sure enough, only a glance towards the window showed him the endless whiteness of fresh snow and frost gathered during the night.

Harry reached for his wand on his bedside table, temporarily dislocating Draco from his embrace. As soon as a warming charm was cast, though, his body was once again overtaken by a bunch of knobbly limbs.

They lay together for a while, content and half asleep before Harry asked, “Want tea?”

Draco made a muffled noise in response which Harry took for vague agreement. Taking a few more moments to bask in the peace, Harry sighed and then made himself leave the warm cocoon of their bed.

“Nooo, don’t leave!” Draco mumbled into the pillow previously occupied by Harry’s shoulders. He made grabby hands towards his boyfriend which only went to show how close to sleep he was. “I’m cold!”

“I literally just cast a warming charm,” Harry laughed but sat back down next to Draco anyway.

“You’re hotter than a warming charm.”

“Of course, I am. I am the hottest man in the world, didn’t you know?”

“I did know. It’s why I started dating you,” Draco informed him turning to his side to better see Harry’s pretty face.

“So you could use my awesome hot body for your pleasure?” Harry asked and leaned forward, intending to steal a kiss.

“No. To use your awesome hot body as a furnace in January,” Draco said and then grabbed the hand Harry was leaning on, pulling him to lie down. “Come back to bed so I can steal your body heat.”

“What about tea?” Harry tilted his head in question but was already arranging his body so it would fit his cuddly boyfriend perfectly. “It would warm you up.”

“Tea can wait.” It was a decisive decision. “You warm me up just fine.”

Harry snickered and pulled Draco even closer, unable to disagree.

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Happy Birthday Harry!!! ❤️

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To Harry, this moment felt more infinite than the stars ever could.

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Draco Malfoy