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It's All I Do

Rating: G

WC: 4,279

Summary:

"Harry?"

"Yes?" Harry answered.

"Don't let her slip."

Harry let out a squawk of protest, "What do you take me for?!"

or,

It's the first time Draco and Harry are bathing their baby girl. Neither can believe how lucky they are.

Excerpt:

After watching them for a few minutes, Harry pushed himself up and walked closer to his husband, who kept rattling on about how they "never have enough time together!" and how she was "always taken away! Always held by someone else!" like they were in a Spanish soap opera, and he couldn’t keep himself from wrapping an arm around them both, watching Draco melt into him with a pleased sigh. 

"But now, little Olive is going to finally spend a whole day with her daddies! And by the end of the day, she will undoubtedly declare me as her favourite —"

"Hey!"

"Watch it, Potter, you are squishing our child! " Draco tutted, unbothered.

"I'll  have you know that she is still too young to declare anything," Harry pointed out, slowly moving them side to side, still locked in an embrace. 

"Scared you’ll lose the title of ' best dad', Potter?" he could feel the way Draco's lips curl without seeing his face. And Harry smiled into his hair.

"You wish , Malfoy."

Written for the @hpsudsfest! I had so much fun writing this. I couldn’t be happier that this was my first fest as a writer! Thank you to the lovely mods for organising such an amazing fest and also for having me! 💜💜

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Give Me a Quiet Mind

Author: calrissian18

Rating: G

Word Count: 16,260

Tags: Non Magical Au, Assistant Draco, Business Man(i think? Idk what else to tag him) Harry, pinning, Ron/Draco Friendship

Summary:

Draco is Weasley’s assistant. Except for the week he’s not. Whose brilliant idea was that again? Featuring offices in Edinburgh, an epic Measley Bromance (that no one will admit exists), several unrequited crushes, fantastical revenge scenarios, coffee snobbery, the dreaded – yet adorable – toddler terror, promises of organ swapping, a play about Scottish history (no one cares), sequins, and the League of Snarky Secretaries!

Excerpt:

Potter wasn’t the only one waiting downstairs in the lobby when Draco arrived the next morning. (Draco noted his still-knobbly knees with vicious pleasure.) Weasley was there as well, with some flimsy pretence about meeting a client for coffee. Potter was as severe today as he had been yesterday – and as gorgeous – and he held out his hand for Weasley to shake, saying, “It was nice meeting you yesterday, Mr. Weasley. I hope we get the chance to work together in future.” It sounded like a challenge.

Weasley was obviously gritting his teeth and Draco wouldn’t have been surprised if there was a bit of bone crushing in that handshake. He vaguely remembered how close Potter and the Granger girl – the one Weasley had been hung up on for literal years – had been in school. Maybe Weasley had remembered that as well since their brief meeting the day before.

Potter grinned for the first time since he’d arrived and pulled his hand back. It was a man’s grin now though, rugged and emphasising the square of his jaw, rather than the one he’d had as a boy that highlighted his innocence and youth. “Sorry to steal your assistant out from under you, by the way, but he’s a bit of a catch, isn’t he? Did you headhunt him yourself from Snape + Co.?”

Draco cleared his throat and stepped in. “I left the company voluntarily actually.” To get away from Blaise. Who had followed him three months later like the possessive arsehat he was.

Potter frowned over at him, like he couldn’t understand why Draco would insert himself into a conversation that was about him.

Weasley’s smile was more of a grimace. “No hard feelings. I’ll have him back before long, I’m sure.”

“I’m sure Marty could use the break though,” Draco put in, mainly because it seemed to annoy Potter when he spoke.

Potter’s brows furrowed a bit. “Oh. I thought your first name was Percival or something.”

Weasley pulled a face. “Wow. No. That’s my brother Percy.” Draco sniggered but quickly covered it with a cough. He couldn’t think of a worse Weasley to be compared to. “It’s Ronald, actually. Ron.”

“So ‘Marty’ comes from?” Potter asked, screwing up his face.

“A prick who lives to make my life miserable,” Weasley growled.

Draco shot him an obnoxious grin.

“Still. It’ll be nice to have him back when the time comes,” Weasley added, sending a significant look over at Potter, smiling grim.

Potter smiled back but it was much sharper than before. He turned to Draco and said dismissively, “I’ve been given a temporary office up on twenty-five, back left corner. I’m sure you’ll be able to find it.”

He didn’t even wait for Draco to respond before he was stepping onto the lift.

“I hate that guy,” Weasley snarled after him.

Rec Notes:

If you have a thing for Ron/Draco friendship you might as well skip this rec and go straight into reading folks! This is an au of a lifetime!!

I'll be honest here, I haven’t read that many non-magical au's in my life. It never felt right to read our wizard babies being muggles before but this, this fic opened my eyes for the better! I honestly forgot they even knew magic canonically while reading this. Everything fitted so well! From the world building to the dialogues, from the perfectly fitted professions(more assistant Draco, yes please!) to the worlds best fucking bromance (Dron all the way!) this fic had it all!

Draco was stunning in this! Every word out of his mouth was sharp and hilarious, dipped in steller sarcasm that had me in a giggling fit every single time! And Ron(yes Ron, Harry comes third in this fic I'm sorry!) ahhhhh! Best Bromance ever! This was the friendship I didn’t know I needed in my life! Just give it a read yeah? I'll be here gushing about this for hours! Harry was also fine as hell with his fitted suits and his cold gazes.(I'm not giving much away about him for reasons, but he was amazing! Trust me.)

Loved every second of this story. And to think the author wrote something so good in only 16k?? Mind. Blown. *boom*

It's because of @gameofdrarry that I went looking for a non-magical au in the first place! They deserve all the love!

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Faint Indirections

Author: ignatiustrout

Rating: G

Word Count: 29,793

Tags:

Wizarding World of the United States of America, Post-War, Librarian Harry Potter, Parselmouth Harry Potter, College Student Draco Malfoy, Halloween parties, EWE, Romance, Anxiety, Angst, Internalized Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Homophobia. 

Summary:

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

Excerpt: 

“I don’t fancy Malfoy!” says Harry.

Ron and Hermione exchange a look. Harry hates when they do this—when they look at each other like they are his parents, like they know better than him, but they’re not going to tell him yet. He chafes at the pity of it, at the condescension of it.

“I’m going home,” says Harry, setting off down their street to where he’s parked Sirius’ bike.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” says Ron.

“Ron’s being an idiot, Harry!” Hermione calls after him.

“Oh, thanks,” says Ron.

“I think you’re being a good person,” Hermione continues.

“I’ll see you at Thanksgiving,” says Harry.

He probably roars off a bit too fast. He also doesn’t put his helmet on, and Hermione’s sure to corner him about it next time he sees her.

When he gets to a red light in front of Hermione’s usual CVS and is forced to sit for a minute, he is also forced to consider that he may have overreacted.

As he sits there, Malfoy exits the CVS. Merlin, is he just fucking everywhere? He’s still holding the bag from Zaftig’s, and as he walks out, he’s sticking an enormous bottle of ibuprofen in it. They make eye contact—again—and Malfoy, despite having seen Harry minutes ago, takes in the whole picture, his eyes flicking over Harry and the bike, and looks like he’s going to go into cardiac arrest.

Harry waves.

Malfoy keeps on staring.

The light changes and Harry speeds off, wishing everyone wasn’t being so fucking weird.

Rec Notes:

Ohh my god...ohh my GOD… OHH MY FUCKING G — I just have lods of feelings regarding this story okay?! How can something be this beautiful? I am at loss... 

I am a salve for atmospheric fics. Stories that radiate aesthetics and vividness is my jam and this story, this glorious story came in and swept me off my feet, just to drop me in the middle of Boston of all places!

Everything was just so 'delicate'. Like the first ray of sunlight that peaks into your room every dawn, this fic screams delicacy and fineness from the first line to the last. It's the type of story you want to wrap a blanket around and feed hot chocolate to,(I'm serious! Really!) because it's just that S O F T.  I should've expected this from ignatiustrout who is the master of delicacy in general, but still, what a beautiful little surprise this fic was, I was breathlessly in love. 

Harry was written with such care and love in this, and I found myself constantly wanting to drown in his stellar inner monologues that spoke of development as the story moved forward. He was a sight to behold!

And Draco..ohh my god Draco... I know I already babbled way too much about delicacy at this point but that was just what he was! If you have a thing for a soft Draco Malfoy then this is the fic for you! He was just beautiful. I wanted to hug him and never let go!(and maybe cry a little while petting his head because my little baby!!) He was perfect! Perfect perfect!    

Just give this story a read, alright? I honestly can't gush enough about it and I need other people to come cry with me. Besides, it's set around Autumn and halloween! What more do you want?! 

It's because of @gameofdrarry that I went fic hunting in the first place and stumbled across this beautiful creation. Thank you Wizards Hearts! 💜💜

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With Great Yawns and Stretchings

Author: sugar_screw

Rating: G

Word Count: 22,087

Tags: Romance, Fluff, Angst, Alcohol, Drunkenness, Cat Cafés, Coffeeshop Au, post-HogwartsGrimmauld,

Summary :

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Excerpt:

"Draco stops short and looks at Harry in quiet surprise. For some reason, Harry feels suddenly bashful. Which literally makes no sense, it's a coffee shop, for Merlin's sake. He shakes it off and smiles.

“I'm sorry, I know it's late.”

Draco seems to pull himself together too. He leans against the counter, mouth quirking into a playful smirk.

“It's fine. We're not closed yet. What can I get you?”

“Oh, nothing. It's too late for caffeine, it's hard enough for me to sleep.”

Draco scoffs.

“Okay, then why are you here?”

“Well, I haven't stopped by in awhile and I was just…wondering how Pepper's doing.”

“Pining for you," Draco says dramatically and guilt shifts in Harry's stomach.

“Really?”

“Well, kind of. The cats certainly have missed you. We thought you'd grown bored with us.”

Draco's tone tapers off into something less playful, something very near sincere, for just a moment. But then he clears his throat and stands up straight.

“Do you want to see them?”

“Yes! Where are they?”

“They don't stay out on the main floor overnight. They have a room in the back.” He walks past the desserts display and gestures for Harry to follow him down a short hallway. “There's all kinds of regulations about keeping their litter and food separate from where people sit and eat.”

They stop at a door with a large cat flap and a sign reading “Cats and Employees Only.” Draco takes out a ring of keys and unlocks it. The room is very large, almost as big as the cafe floor. There are shelves running along all the walls, tall, many branched cat trees, toys of all kinds covering the floor. The farthest wall has a line of litter boxes while the wall closest to the door has a line of food bowls and one large water fountain. The cats are curled up on the trees and cushions, many of them asleep but several perk up at the open door. Harry sees Pepper laying next to Calypso on a large cushion and walks gingerly towards them, not wanting to disturb this sacred cat space.

Harry kneels and gently runs his fingers over Pepper's side. She stretches contentedly and turns over, showing her stomach and purring so loudly he's sure it'll wake the other cats. Harry feels even worse for staying away so long, especially because just petting Pepper makes him feel very good. After a long moment he stands and turns back to Draco. He stops short. Draco's giving him an odd look, as though he's properly looking at Harry for the first time. There's something soft and warm in his eyes. But then he moves to let Harry through and it's gone. After locking the door, they return to the cafe floor. Draco looks at the cat face-shaped clock over the door. Nearly 10:30pm.

“I'm going to close up now, I think. It's been dead the past hour.”

“Okay, I can head out—”

“You can stay if you like.”

Harry can't miss the deliberate, measured way Draco says this, facing away from him. But Harry also can't stop the little leap of joy in his stomach.

“Really? I wouldn't...be in the way or anything?”

Draco looks at him and that strange tension leaves his shoulders.

“Of course not.”

“I can help you clean up.”

“Not necessary.” Draco bolts the door shut. “I've done most of it already. Do you want some coffee cake? It won't be good tomorrow.”

Harry nods and sits on the squishy couch. There's a certain feeling of naughtiness being in a shop after closing time that the childish part of him finds thrilling and he can't stop smiling.

“You know,” Draco says as he cuts a large slice of cake, “if you really like Pepper all that much, you can adopt her. All these cats are adoptable.”

The thought had never occurred to Harry. He knows these aren't all just Draco's cats even though that's how he often thinks of them. For a brief moment, he envisions what it would be like to have Pepper at Grimmauld Place. Curled up with him in his favorite chair before the fire. It feels nice for a second. But then he remembers how empty and cold most of the house is and it doesn't feel good anymore.

“Oh, no. I'm...too busy for a pet," Harry says, accepting the plate Draco holds out to him.

“Pfft, what do you have going on that's so bloody important,” Draco scoffs as he pulls a chair out from a table and sits across from Harry. He crosses his legs and pushes his hair out of his face, eyes closed for a moment. He looks tired; Harry wonders if it was a busy day. “You're here all the time anyway. Or you were anyway.”

Again there's just a touch of sincerity there and Draco sounds almost sad. Harry smiles wickedly through his bite of cake and swallows.

“Draco, did you miss me?”

Draco looks properly offended and sits up straight.

“I most certainly did not. Like I said, the cats pined for you. And when they pine, they're a nuisance.”

Rec Notes:

Another fabulous read for Wizards Hearts hosted by @gameofdrarry. As a person who turns into a puddle of cooing goo whenever they see a cat, this fic was definitely easy to love! Coffeeshop Aus in general always have this soft and sensual vibe to them. Combine that with adorable cats and a deliciously handsome barista Draco Malfoy in sweaters (anyone else have a thing for Draco in sweaters??Anyone?? Just me??) and you have yourself an undoubtedly beautiful fic to read while being wrapped in a blanket. Everything about this story just screams comfort! Yes there are hints of little (very little!) angst here and there but that makes the whole thing much more enjoyable to read. Harry with his path to figuring out the things he wants in life (*cough* Draco *cough*) and the whole process of him falling in love is beautiful! All in all it's a total comfort fic, really! If you are in need of love, mugs of coffee, beautiful cats and mind-numbing fluff, this is definitely the fic to read.

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The Way Down

Author: lettered

Rating: M

Word Count: 65,615

Tags: slowburn, powerful!Harry, anxiety attacks, depression, nervous breakdown, hermit Harry   

Summary:

Harry is overwhelmed by his own power and fame and angst, so he's become a hermit. Draco Malfoy is tired of the melodrama.

Excerpt: 

"I’m tired. I’m just really tired.”

“Of keeping it under control?” 

“Yes. No. I’m tired of never getting to have what I want.”

Malfoy’s brows went up, and he still wasn’t looking at Harry. “You have more than most people, you know. Friends. Enough money to be independent. A nice flat. Family, even if it isn’t—”

“Alright, I’m lucky. I don’t care. I’m still tired of not getting to have—I should get to have—God, will you listen to me? I sound like . . .”

“I’m listening.” Malfoy was practically on the edge of his seat, listening. Now he was looking directly at him, almost breathless. “Trust me, I’m listening.”

“I want to have—I should have—I want you,” Harry snarled, pushing away from the table again.

There was a long silence, in which Malfoy looked at his cup. “And you see no reason why I might be happy about that, Potter?”

“I—what?”

“I’ve told you I fancy you, that I wanted—” Malfoy’s face twisted, and he leapt up from his seat as well. “Are you even thinking of anyone but yourself?”

“I,” Harry said, and swallowed. He wanted so much, so many things he should not do, his chest ached with them. The monster clawed for them. Harry closed his eyes again.

“Sweet Merlin. You can’t.” Malfoy came to him and shook him hard. “Listen to me, Harry. I’m a human being. You said you cared about my feelings. This isn’t easy for me, either.”

Harry’s breath was coming shallow. He felt sweat break out on his brow, cold and clammy.

“Maybe I don’t have a monster,” Malfoy said, “but I have other things. Doubts, and—I thought you might . . . Do you think because I’m not as powerful as you, the things I want matter less?” Malfoy pushed him into the wall. 

“They don’t matter less.” Harry swallowed. “I just don’t know how to—I don’t know how to—”

“Think of your field.” Malfoy jabbed a finger at his chest. “Think of it right now, and don’t stop.”

“I don’t have a field anymore.”

“You said—”

“All I have is you.” Harry’s eyes were very hot as he looked at Malfoy, and he didn’t blink at all.

Rec Notes:

Well...to put it lightly, this fic was a journey. 

It's common knowledge at this point that whatever lettered writes is always always bewitching. With their sensual way with words and phrases that hits just the right spot, this fic definitely lived up to the expectations. 

I kept this one on hold for a very long time because of the tags concerning mental health. I knew it was going to hit me in the worst-best way possible. And how right was I?

Harry and his way of dealing with depression and anxiety is a long gray process in the story; him trying to stand up before falling over yet always, always getting back up to try again. And the way the author brought out Draco's inner turmoil; with subtle hints here and there that lets you see without seeing.…. God! It was breathtaking! 

This is definitely a very very different take on  Powerful!Harry characterization. Where most fic portrays his power as something dark or indestructible, I think this one is one of those rare fics where his powers are shown as something that makes him seem more vulnerable and broken than the high and mighty war hero. 

It's just beautifully written. I may or may not have shed a few tears at the end..and don't even ask me about the amount of screenshots I've taken because I was bestowed with a certain part of the fic(wayy too many!!) 

Thank you @gameofdrarry! It's the Wizards Hearts game that compelled me to pick this fic up and give it a read, and I'm glad I read it.                

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The Art of Our Necessities

Author: dcfg21

Rating: M

Word Count: 52,682

Tags: vampire!Harry, Angst, Not Canon Compliant, Forced Bonding

Summary:

After being Turned by a vampire, Harry descends into reckless and dangerous behavior. The Ministry and the Vampire Council devise a way to keep the former Savior on a leash, and his fangs to himself, by forcing him to take a Consort.

Title comes from Shakespeare's "King Lear", Act 3, Scene 2.

"The art of our necessities is strange,

That can make vile things precious."

Excerpt: 

Draco snorted and palmed Potter's cheek, forcing him to make eye contact. Potter's breath hitched at the flash he knew his eyes reflected. His voice pitched low in warning. "Listen to me, Potter. I am not like others, and you will not treat me as such. I am more than capable of deciding what I can take and what I can't." Potter tensed even more and Draco pushed him back to peer into his face. Resolve clamped down and his words poured forth with determination as he ground out with force, "I am the only person in this world who will take everything you have to give and then throw it back in your face and demand more. Because I deserve it." Potter's breath came faster and his hand reached out to curl around Draco's knee. "I don't care about what happened before. I don't even care about who came before. Because I will be the last. I am the only one you will ever need for the rest of your life, and I expect the reward I am due." A low, feral whine slipped through Potter's parted lips and Draco smiled. "Because I am yours. This is yours for the taking." Potter gasped out a rough groan as Draco wrapped his hand around Potter's leaking cock and squeezed. "I want it, all of it. Now give me what's mine.

Rec Notes:

Ohh. My. God! Wasn’t this fic a steamy sexy ride!!

While vampire fics were never something I thought would fit my taste, this story changed my opinions. The first chapter kicked off with a bang where the author bought out a Harry I've never encountered before (and trust me when I say this, that in my five years of reading fanfics, I've encountered a lot of Harrys) and it didn’t take time to capture my attention with its eerie, almost dark theme. Harry in here is a character lost in the shadows, dimmed down by the monster that lived in him and it was fascinating to watch him work back towards the life he lived before. His relationship with Draco starts off being undeniably sexy and ends with something so so tender that it had me weeping in joy! Top it off with a powerful and possessive (yes you heard me right!) Harry and you have youself a thrilling story.

The push and pull of their relationship,  mixed with a terrific plotline that deals with depression and character growth made me glad I picked it as my second read for Wizards Hearts organised by @gameofdrarry, and I hope you all will enjoy reading it as much  as I did!     

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Twelve Hours

Author: eidheann

Rating: M

Word Count: 14,917

Tags: Polyjuice Potion, Muggle living, Coffee Shops, Post-Hogwarts.

Summary: 

The last thing Harry expected to see while leaving the takeaway was Malfoy dumping his garbage into a bin on the kerb of a Muggle neighborhood.

Excerpt: 

He was officially stalking Malfoy, and unlike sixth year, he didn't even have the sincere belief (which had been proven true) that he was up to something.

Or not up to anything beyond having a job. Making friends. They were Muggles, but that apparently didn't matter to Malfoy anymore.

Malfoy was probably more comfortable in the Muggle world now than Harry. Or Hermione. And what did that say about them?

Harry looked around the cafe; the customers who seemed to be regulars looking happy as they read their books and ate their pastries. Harry tried to imagine what it would be like to know them as much as Malfoy seemed to. That many people, all entirely different, linked only by proximity and favored location for reading or studying or staring at their mobiles.

Because Malfoy did know them. Maybe not like he'd known his friends in Hogwarts, but he seemed to remember each of them. He made eye contact, asked about their lives like he was really interested.

Harry couldn't remember the last time he'd made a new friend, except Cassandra who was his employee and totally didn't count. He stopped reaching out to people after the war, made overly cautious by everyone attempting to use him, get something from him.

He wondered if Malfoy going Muggle was so strange after all.

Rec Notes:

Ahh my first ever fic rec for the wonderful Wizards Hearts game organized by @gameofdrarry!  And wasn’t this fic a delight!!  Its endearingly funny nature got me hooked from the first line, and my smile never wavered for a second while reading. Draco in the muggle world has always been one of my favorite tropes, and the author brought it out so beautifully in here! And to think our boy is a lovely, charming, witty mouthed barista....ekkkk! Harry wasn’t the only one who gradually fell for our blonde hotness no no no! I was right there with him! You cannot help but love this Draco, I assure you! Harry's crush is so so obvious and how it turns from simmering curiosity to just blinding obsession (Sixth year yet again, Potter! What will we do with you!) is funny and exasperating all the while. Now you may wonder what Polyjuice has to do with the plot at hand, but to find out about that, you’ll have to give this a read. You won't be disappointed! 😉

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