#addicted to drarry

[purebloodnana]

I am once again addicted to drarry fanfictions! Do you have any good recommendations? At the moment I'm mainly looking for Bottom Draco fics. Enemies to lovers would be great, but it's not a must. 8th year or post war maybe.

pls tell me 🦁🐍

[sirius-you-know]

No but why is reading fanfiction way easier than starting a new book

[whowebber]

Every night I say to my family that I am going to sleep early at around 10 PM. And I end up sleeping around 3-4 AM because I lost myself in reading gay fanfictions.

[bluejeanjay]

wait this is tumblr where i am anonymous and my interests are significantly less embarrassing so i feel i can say this.

i read drarry fanfiction before i read the harry potter books.

i’m talking at least a year before i read the books, i was living on wattpad reading anything i could get my hands on

[sitp-recs]

Hey liv! :) Do you know any Drarry fics with "i'm addicted to you" vibes?

Hi anon! Ahh yes, love myself some chaotic obsessive vibes for those two. It’s about the utter desperation 🤌🏼 I hope you enjoy these, I’ve also heard great things about Liar by jad, if you’re okay with Hinny and Drastoria infidelity I think it would be a good fit for your ask.

Phoenix in the Fire by @fw00shy (E, 1.4k)

Their first time was an accident. "Sex pollen," Draco claims, though everyone knows it was too much Ogden's after Puddlemere beat the Tornados 240-230. "He's like a vengeful sex demon after he's lost," Harry confesses in the privacy of Hermione's kitchen. "A lustful, bitter jackhammer."

Cigarettes Will Kill You by Femme (E, 4k)

He lights a cigarette across the pub, his hand cupped to his mouth as the tip sparks to life in a faint orange flare, and my breath catches.

When You and I Collide by @bixgirl1 (E, 6k)

If asked on his 18th birthday what he thought he’d be doing in three years, Harry never would have been able to predict that his answer would be “letting Draco Malfoy fuck me senseless over the sinks in the loo of a Muggle bar”. This is how the story begins. He never thinks to ask how it ends.

The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (E, 8.5k)

In a gossip-hungry post-war Wizarding World, Rita Skeeter has a wildly successful column in the Daily Prophet known as Page Eleven. Naturally, her favourite targets are the poster boys of the two sides of the war: Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter. Bored and annoyed, the two take up tabloid baiting for sport and pleasure.

The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (E, 9k)

Harry and Draco don't know how to talk. So they do other things instead.

I'll never be your chosen one by @andithiel (E, 15k)

Draco doesn't know what exactly he’s doing with Potter, he doesn't know how their unspoken agreement even started, and doesn't know where it will end. The only thing he knows is: he's not in love.

Watch The Castles Burn by @moonflower-rose (E, 21k)

Draco Malfoy knows better than to get involved with Harry Potter. If only someone would have reminded him of that six months sooner, then maybe he wouldn't be in quite such a large mess.

Touch Me Fall by @lqtraintracks (E, 23k)

Malfoy was such a ponce. And he was a complete snob. And he was so fucking fit Harry wanted to jump him where he sat. It would be too easy to forget his objective tonight: to really, really, really get Malfoy out of his system.

Welcome to the Broom Closet by incapricious (E, 23k)

Harry thinks he knows how his life will go: Become an Auror. Marry Ginny. Have a family. But then he sees an advertisement in the paper that no one else can see, and his life is turned upside-down. The Broom Closet: you can be anyone you want while you're there, but you won't remember it in the morning.

Your Place or Mine? By @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 27k)

"This person is so much harder to hate. And I’m supposed to hate Malfoy. How the fuck else am I supposed to limit this to just sex?"

In The Red by @bixgirl1 (E, 45k)

When Harry goes looking for a vampire at a Creature club, the second-to-last thing Harry expects is to find Malfoy working there. The last thing he expects is to fall in love with him.

The Boy Who Only Lived Twice by lettered (E, 54k)

Harry Potter is an Unspeakable. Draco Malfoy is the wizard who shagged him. Adventure! Intrigue! Secret identities, celebrities, spies! It's all right here, folks.

Finely Drawn Lines by @the-sinking-ship (E, 61k)

Draco doesn’t consider himself an artist (though the dozens of sketchbooks lining his shelves might suggest differently). Yet ever since Potter returned to Hogwarts, accepting a teaching position alongside Draco, his drawings have taken on a rather singular focus. From the curl of his lips to the exact number of lines that form at the corners of his eyes when he laughs, Draco has catalogued every shade of one Harry James Potter between the pages of his sketchbook. So long as Potter remains none the wiser, Draco will have no trouble controlling his crush.

We Are Young (I'll Carry You Home Tonight) by Femme (E, 68k)

Harry and Draco have been falling into bed on and off again since the last election five years ago, much to the amusement--and financial gain--of their circle of friends. But when Harry agrees to work with Draco to put Kingsley Shacklebolt into the Minister's office, they can't work side-by-side again every day and sleep together; that would be courting disaster. Wouldn't it?

Tales From the Special Branch by Femme (E, WIP)

This is a five-story arc about an Auror Special Branch unit whose core members are Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, and Blaise Zabini. I can promise endgame Drarry, but, let's face it, there are going to be a lot of up and downs on the way

[rockingrobin69]

Snippet

One Monday Teddy asked, “Uncle Harry, why are your flowers always sad?” pointing to the newspaper under his nose. The pen was still in Harry’s hand, half-chewed.

“I,” he said, stopped. Squinted at the sketching, didn’t really see it. “Are they? Sad?”

“Yeah! Look at this one,” sticky-peanut-butter-finger wiggled very close to his face. “It’s all frowning and all.”

Did look at the lily in question, couldn’t really see where a face would be for it to frown. An eyebrow, maybe, in that line over there, or—“Oh,” when it hit him. The sagginess to the corners. “Yeah, I guess it is a bit sad.”

“They always are,” with a truly Hermione-level of self-assuredness. “Is it because of the, you know, the Terrible and Devastating Loss You’ve’ad Suffered and… everything Mrs. McGuire always goes on about?”

Choked on a startled laugh, buried his face in his palm. “Sorry! No, it’s not—sorry. Jesus, Ted, you surprised me there, is all.”

Thankfully, mercifully, Teddy laughed too. A bit like Malfoy’s laugh, loud and unselfconscious, a little wild. “Sorry, Uncle Harry! I didn’t mean to,” words lost in another burst of laughter. Harry’s chest went tight and over-warm, something fizzy and bright bubbling inside.

“Look at us,” he said in this thick voice he barely even recognised, “all sorry and silly like that.”

“So silly!” Ted shouted, delighted. “Gran would say we’re being so silly!”

“And what would Uncle Draco say?” with only a touch of self-loathing. Teddy’s smile went big, and he came closer, conspiratorial.

“He would say we’re being absolute gooses about it.”  

“Geese,” smiling helplessly. “He’d say we’re being silly geese?”

“Absolute geeses!” shouting, “that we’re—we’re—honking!”

They both roared with it, arm flailing, belly-aching laughter, shouting things like “honk!” and “goose!” and “stop, Ted, oh, god, stop,” flat on the table and laughing. Harry was constantly wiping his eyes, shaking his head, overwhelmed with how tight his chest was, with how much he loved this silly little goose of a kid, who used to be quiet, who still sometimes was. Who was scratched in the same ways Harry had been, and then in different ways altogether. For whom Harry was an adult, was a fixture in a life that wasn’t entirely stable, that was, still, full of warmth and bursts of laughter.

“Hey,” he tapped Teddy’s shoulder, “when he comes in here, what do you think Uncle Draco’s going to say?”

Ted made a serious face, quivering at the edges. “He’ll say, ‘what on earth is happening here!’ and then,” giggling too hard to continue.

“Then?” Harry tried valiantly, covering his own uncontrollable giggles under his hand, “then he’ll—laugh?”

“Honk!” Teddy screamed, and they both lost it, both utterly and helplessly entranced, both, probably, a little bit in love with the image they each conjured of a bemused, sparkly-eyed Malfoy coming in with his arms crossed, with his slanted smile, with his frizzy hair and the piercings all shining in the kitchen’s florescent light. With the questions already on his face and his willingness to partake in any kind of idiocy, of silliness, with how he’d probably only make it worse.

“Honk,” Harry agreed, used his sleeve to wipe some snot, “oh god, Teddy, you’re—” no words to describe it. On the floor, Teddy had begun on what he named his ‘loose goose dance’, which involved mainly elbows and the occasional shriek, and Harry lost it, entirely, perpetually, lost it.

“Teddy!” screaming and joining, flinging his elbows in every direction, belly simmering with it, with how—how silly and light and terrific it all was, everything was, in existence: that he had his godson and his kitchen and his Malfoy and his, this, this terrible, sticky, peanut-butter-smelling moment, this lunacy.

A noise from the door—and there he was, their Malfoy, arms crossed and his face torn between amusement and surprise: “Hello there, Teddington, Harry. What—what on earth is—”

They both cracked with it, sobbing, melting down to the floor: “What,” Teddy, and “on earth,” Harry, lost, both of them lost to it, lost. In the distance, Malfoy was shouting (“what? What? You have to tell me, what?”) and they were all losing their minds, all already have lost.

(From act 2 of Wonder Full on which I'm, yes, still working, promise!)

[urcatwrites]

do any of you read a fanfiction that completely alters your brain chemistry? because i do. on a daily basis.

[akemiluvr]

I think I'm actually addicted to reading fanfiction. In an unhealthy way. I have withdrawal from reading fanfiction, when I don't read it I get depressed and anxious. When something bad happens I pull out my phone to read fanfiction and it makes me feel better. I actively use it to avoid my own emotions. My phone died one time and I almost had a panic attack trying to get it to open again and calmed myself down by reading fanfic on my computer. I'm reading fanfic for like 6 hours a day average. In order to live my life I have to make the decision to stop reading fanfiction and live in the real world. I can't watch movies or shows hardly unless I'm reading fanfiction, I have to be reading on my phone and watching the show on another device. I forget to eat/sleep/go to the bathroom because of it. It hardly even gives me joy anymore but I need to keep reading it to function. Like I don't know how to live without it.... 💀💀

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Chapters: 87/87 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, (minor) Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, James Potter, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Horace Slughorn, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Remus Lupin, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Filius Flitwick, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, Kreacher (Harry Potter), Hannah Abbott, Blaise Zabini, Millicent Bulstrode, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks, George Weasley Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Time Travel, (main) POV Harry Potter, POV James Potter, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, POV Draco Malfoy, Therapy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Past Addiction, POV Remus Lupin, Mental Breakdown, Angst with a Happy Ending, Friends to Lovers, Adoption, Happy Ending, Mild Blood (Nightmares), Nightmares Summary:

When Harry tiptoes around a corner after curfew, he's faced with three people of his past: Sirius, Remus und James. They had accidentally turned a Time Turner and are now stuck in a world after Voldemort died. How will they go back and can they help Harry with everything that he's going through?

[bambistan]

Tomarry is slowly consuming my every waking thought.

[magpiefngrl]

The feeling when you have begun to associate Fridays with faithwood's WIP and are feeling bereft when there hasn't been an update

I mean, is it even Friday if there is no new FW chapter to read?

[makmakgoose]

Strange Bedfellows

When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it.

A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.

LINK

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Addicted to You

Here's an excerpt from my current WIP.

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of substance abuse/addiction and rehab and relapse (never specifies what substance, no graphic details)

"Where is he?" Harry shoved through the doors of St. Mungo's. His bellowing voice demanded the attention of everyone in the room—much like his presence always seemed to.

Ron was at his side in an instant, Hermione behind him. "Mate, calm down. Let's just take a moment and—"

Harry whipped his gaze around to glare at his childhood best friend with enough warning to silence him. Harry's hands were shaking in tight clenched fists at both his sides. The magic radiated off of him and was nearly palpable to those who stood close enough.

Harry cleared his throat and stomped up to the witch at the desk. "Where is he?"

Her eyes were wide with both shock and fear—few people could be at the receiving end of Harry Potter's anger without pissing themselves. "I-I'm sorry. Who ar—"

Harry slammed his fist down on the desk, causing both Ron and the witch to flinch and Hermione to scold him. "Draco Lucius Malfoy. Who the fuck do you think?"

It had been all over headlines when they decided to go public with their relationship. It wasn't surprising that everyone had an opinion or a question that they felt London's wizarding population needed to hear. 'What are the specifics of Harry Potter's sexuality?' and 'The only explanation is that the Malfoy heir has our Savior under a curse or love potion.' and even 'Is this a publicity stunt gone wrong?' All of the questions and accusations had infuriated Harry by insulting Draco. But after a couple months the conversation seemed to die down and they were only ever talked about on special occasion. Like when they moved in together, their anniversary, when Harry got promoted to Head Auror, on their birthdays, etc.

Of course the breakup had been in every headline. Draco and Harry broke up in an argument at a club where Draco stormed out and Harry stayed. Harry was seen taking someone else home and Draco was seen leaving someone else's house the next morning, walk-of-shame style. Harry winced at the images of himself yelling at Draco that they were over and even harder at the images of Draco's morning-after.

Reporters for The Prophet, The Wizard's Voice, and other publications were camped outside of Harry's house and work and even the bar where he and some work friends frequented. Ginny Weasley was harassed by reporters as well, since she'd been caught trying to sneak out of Harry's place a couple times.

Harry watched but there was no more news of Draco in the days following the breakup. All he knew was that Draco was staying at Malfoy Manor and ignoring Harry's calls, texts, emails and even owls.

Until today, when Ron and Hermione burst through Harry's Floo with urgent news: Draco had been found by his mother unconscious in his childhood bed, trembling, wheezing, and covered in sweat. Having witnessed Draco succumb to his addiction—and later helped him get clean— in the past, Harry knew exactly what had happened. Draco had relapsed.

Now, Harry was at St. Mungo's, demanding to see his (recently-turned-ex) boyfriend.

"Healers are recommending only close relatives at this time. He's not in great condition and they don't want to stress him further." The witch's eyes were still wide with nervousness at Harry's outburst. She stuttered, "Unfortunately, I - I can't—"

Harry growled, tearing his hands through his hair and taking a step back. When he turned back to the desk, his voice was lowered and eerily calm. He leaned forward with his palms on the desk so that only the woman he was speaking to and his friends at his side could hear him. "I'm going to ask you one more time before I storm this hospital until I find him. If I have to tear this place apart, I won't hesitate. I don't give a fuck about anyone in here except him. So maybe you should tell me where he is, before I start raising hell to find him." Harry's threats worked—Ron and Hermione fell back to apologize.

As soon as Harry laid eyes on Draco sleeping in the hospital bed, his heart began to race with all of the fears he had been ignoring until now. He pulled a chair up to the bed and grabbed Draco's limp hand in both of his own.

Harry wasn't sure how long he sat there in still silence before Draco's hand twitched. Harry blinked, wide-eyed, at the hand and waited to see if he'd imagined it.

"Harry?" Draco rasped. His voice was raw and gravelly. For a moment he looked almost hopeful, but it was gone as fast as it had appeared. "What are you doing here?" He pulled his hand out of Harry's.

Harry blinked, his mouth trying to form words but he had none. He hadn't thought about the possibility of Draco still being angry and not wanting to see him. He hadn't thought about anything at all other than getting to Draco and making sure he was ok. "I - Draco . . . how are you feeling?"

Draco looked away from Harry's face. "If my mother sent for you, I'm terribly sorry she bothered you. I don't need you here." Draco's harsh words stung like he'd just hit Harry across the face.

Harry sputtered again, still unsure of what to say. "What? No - she didn't - I mean -" Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then tried again. "I heard what happened and I came immediately. No one told me to be here."

Draco still didn't look at him. "Well, no one asked you to. You don't have to waste your time here." He was being cold but Harry saw through his defensive walls and heard what he was truly saying.

"Being here for you is not a waste of my time. You are never a waste of my time." Draco didn't say anything. Harry sighed. "Do you want me to leave?"

Worry flashed across Draco's features and in his eyes as he chanced a quick glance in Harry's direction. He chewed his bottom lip. "I'll be fine. I can handle this without you."

Harry heard the doubt in his voice as well as noticed how he avoided directly answering the question. "I know you can—" Draco seemed surprised by this answer. "—but you don't have to."

Harry had watched Draco almost kill himself in the past and he wouldn't let that happen again. After months of using, Harry was the one who convinced Draco to go to his rehab program and then helped him stick with it. Harry was the one who got rid of all of the temptations and substances in his house so that he didn't have to touch them again. Harry was the one who helped him through the horrible withdrawals and distracted him when he wanted to use. Harry was the one who helped Draco figure out which positive coping skills worked for him in place of all the bad ones. Harry was there for him then and had continued to be there for him every single time things got rough and Draco nearly relapsed—and the one time early in their relationship when he did relapse and had to get clean all over again.

Draco's blue-gray eyes finally met Harry's, pulling Harry from his abstraction. They were soft and sad for a moment but then they were hard and angry as he remembered to shut Harry out. "Shouldn't you be with Ginny or someone you've just met at a pub?" His tone was dripping in condescension.

"Me? What about the bloke you went home with? You couldn't even wait a few hours after we broke up before finding someone else!" Harry hadn't been able to shake the pain he felt staring at the image in the paper of Draco leaving another man's house the next morning.

"You weren't alone that night either! You took someone back to our house! Tell me, Harry, did you shag her in the same bed where you slept with me?" Now they were both shouting at each other, the same way they had been the night they broke up.

"You wore my shirt to another man's house so I'd say we're pretty square! Be honest, Draco, when you fucked him, did you keep it on so you could smell me the whole time or did you toss it aside along with your feelings for me?" He noticed then that Draco was still wearing the shirt.

"He was a dealer!" Silence replaced their bickering as they both let Draco's words sink in.

Harry was still trying not to think about how much his own words hurt him to say. He also tried to internally deny how much the question had truly been plaguing him the past few days. When he finally processed Draco's words, his mouth parted in shock.

Draco's eyes lost all of their anger and filled with hurt and shame instead. His mournful stare as he searched Harry's face for a reaction nearly knocked the wind out of the other man.

Harry could barely manage more than a whisper now, despite having just been shouting. "Wh - what? He. . . What?" Harry had threatened all of the wizards and witches involved in selling to or using with Draco. He thought that everyone within a 100km radius knew better than to go anywhere near Draco. Regret filled Harry's chest and lungs until he felt like he was going to drown in it. This was his fault, he thought. Draco relapsed because of him.

Harry tried to tell himself that Draco's choices were simply that: Draco's choices. He tried to convince himself that it wasn't his fault Draco didn't use his coping skills. He tried to remind himself of the things the therapist had told him about internalizing blame because he wasn't sure how he could live with the guilt of causing Draco to relapse.

"I wasn't there for sex," was all Draco could think to say.

"You weren't?" Harry wasn't sure if he was relieved or not. Finding out Draco slept with someone else hurt but it was better than knowing Draco was driven back to using. He tried to shake the thought and the guilt from his head but wasn't very successful.

"Of course not, you git!" Draco rolled his eyes at the notion as if Harry were an idiot for assuming so, despite the entire media assuming along with him. "Unlike you, I can't move on from us that fast." It was supposed to be accusatory but it came out pretty pitiful.

Harry was ashamed of himself for assuming Draco had shagged someone else and for bringing someone home with him that night. Even if nothing had actually happened. "I didn't sleep with her either."

Draco scoffed. "Oh bugger off! She was all over you and you, her!"

"No really, it's true. I mean, sure, that's why I brought her home. I wanted to get back at you for leaving more than anything but. . ." He wiped a hand over his face to avoid seeing Draco's reaction as he admitted to the embarrassing events of that night. "When she and I got back to our place, I broke down in tears and went on about our fight to her. She came inside just to leave through the Floo. I spent the remainder of my night crying into the rest of our fire whiskey and some of the gin." Harry felt pathetic as he looked back up to meet Draco's eyes.

Instead of making fun of Harry, Draco looked relieved but still semi-skeptical. "You didn't sleep with her? At all?"

Harry shook his head. "No. I didn't even properly kiss her."

"And Ginevra?"

Harry chuckled softly in disbelief but there wasn't any humor in it. "Of course not! You know there's nothing like that between me and Ginny. We're just friends."

Draco nodded silently and awkwardly avoided Harry's stare, not ready to let Harry back in just yet. Though it was clear—despite Draco's attempt to hide it and Harry's swarm of other emotions— that both of them felt at least slightly relieved at hearing neither of them had been with anyone else.

"Draco. . ." Harry tried but failed to catch his eye. "Draco, please, listen to me."

Draco tilted his head in Harry's direction but kept his eyes cast down.

If this was the best Harry could get, he would take it. "I didn't want to be with her or Ginny. I wanted to make you upset. I wanted to prove that I was ok with you walking out, leaving me at the bar while you went who knows where." He paused in hopes of a reaction or response or indication that Draco was listening but got none. He continued anyway. "But it didn't work. I upset you but it didn't make me feel better. I didn't prove to myself or to you or even to that woman that I was ok without you. Because I wasn't. And I'm not. And I don't want to be. I just want to be with you. I only ever want to be with you."

Draco's eyes finally met Harry's and they were soft and warm and filled with love. In one swift motion, he turned his body so that he was sitting up, facing Harry from the hospital bed and made a whining noise in the back of his throat as he reached out to grab Harry by the collar to wrench him forward so their lips met.

Shocked, Harry froze, but the moment they collided he felt more at home than he had since Draco walked out of that club, since the words that ended their relationship left his own lips. He fell deep into the kiss, taking his time. His hands went to cup Draco's cheeks, cradling his face gently as if Draco might break like porcelain in his palms. Draco's hands left Harry's collar to tangle in his unkempt hair, wrapping individual curls around his index finger. They both poured apologies into the kiss, allowing their mouths to speak their "I'm sorry"s without any words.

However, the kiss was cut far too short, in Harry's opinion, by Draco's hands leaving Harry's hair and pushing him away with open palms against Harry's chest. Draco turned his head sharply so Harry's gaze was met with his temple instead of his eyes. Despite his efforts to hide it, Harry realized there were tears running down Draco's face.

"I - I'm sorry," Draco sobbed. His shoulders curled in on his thin frame as if he were shielding himself away from Harry. Quickly he swiped at the tears on his cheeks and rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes. "I'm sorry," he repeated.

Confused, Harry reached to pull Draco's hands from his face so they could talk but Draco jerked away from Harry's hands in the hospital bed, continuing to apologize. Harry let his hands fall, not wanting to push Draco or upset him further. "Draco. . . Draco, what— why are you apologizing? What's going on, Dray? Don't just shut down on me. Talk to me."

Draco continued apologizing and crying instead of answering any of Harry's questions. His anxiety was closing in on him, clouding his mind so much that he couldn't breathe, couldn't form coherent thoughts. Harry knew that these were the times he wanted to use the most, to rely on the substances to clear his mind of all the negative and positive thoughts so he could only focus on his temporary escape. Now was when he needed those positive coping strategies the most.

"Hey," Harry soothed. "Hey, I need you to take a deep breath with me." He took a deep breath, exaggerating the movement with his chest and arms. Then he released it slowly. He did this again and again until Draco followed suit. Then he added the numbers and together they counted out measured breaths until Harry thought Draco seemed well enough to talk. "Better?"

Draco nodded. "I'm sorry. I just—" He shook his head as if shaking away his train of thought. "I don't think this is a good idea."

Harry frowned. "I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"Us!" Draco motioned between the two of them, getting worked up again already. "I don't think we're a good idea! In fact, I think we're a terrible one. Let's face it: you're only back because I'm here. You feel guilty for my relapse. You always do. And so you'll always be here after I make a mistake, because you feel you're responsible for it. If I hadn't landed myself in this hospital, you never would've come back for me." He was crying again, barely getting words out between his sobs. "You wanted to leave me." He wrapped his arms around his chest in an attempt to comfort himself, to hold himself together.

Harry felt his own tears begin to form as he listened to Draco. "No," he spoke gently. "Draco, that's not true. I—"

"Yes it is! You said the words. You said you were 'so utterly done' with me. You broke up with me. Not the other way around. I left because you wanted me to. And you didn't come after me until you got the news that I had relapsed."

"Draco, we fight all the time. We always work it out. You've never just left before. I was waiting for you to come back, to come home, back to me. You've never actually left before."

"And you've never actually broken up with me before! I wasn't going to come after you when you told me you didn't want me. And the only reason you do now is bec—"

"Draco, I'm not back to fucking save you!" Harry was so fed up with Draco telling him what his own motivations were. He didn't give him the chance to repeat it. "Not from the heartbreak, not from your addiction, not from yourself. I'm not here to save you."

"Then why the fuck are you here?" Draco's tone was full of disbelief.

Harry didn't think about the words before he said them, knowing if he did he would feel guilty for them. "I'm here to save me for once! I'm here to be selfish. I'm here because I fucking want to be. I'm here because I won't survive losing you and also won't take no for an answer so when you're discharged from this hospital, you're coming home. With me." When Draco gave Harry a shocked expression at his abrasiveness, Harry felt the need to elaborate. "I've spent my whole damn life saving other people. You've said yourself on multiple occasions that I have a savior complex. Everyone's needs come before mine. Well not this time. I'm putting my needs first this time and what I need is you, Draco." He grabbed both of Draco's hands and softened his tone. "If you're worried about your sobriety being dependent upon me, then you don't have to come straight back to our place once you're discharged. You can go back to your mother's, get clean again, and then come home. You could even come home and I can stay out of your recovery process so that you handle it on your own. Whatever you need, I will be supportive. But whatever you decide, I want you to come home to me—to us—when you're ready."

Draco hesitated, shaking his head, unsure. But in his eyes Harry saw everything he needed to know. Draco wanted to be with him as badly as he wanted to be with Draco. "I - I don't . . . " His voice was weak so he set his jaw and tried again. Stronger this time, he said, "Promise you won't break up with me when you're angry again. That you'll stick it out, fight it out with me. Then if you still want to break up with me after, you'll wait until you can do it with a clear head. Promise."

Harry smiled so wide he was sure his very back molars were visible. "I promise. Though I won't be breaking things off with you ever again so it's really no concern anyway." This earned him a pointed look. "But I promise. I promise."

Draco scoot over in the small bed to make room for Harry. But Harry declined. "Actually I've got somewhere to be." He placed a quick kiss on Draco's forehead and then his lips.

Draco slouched in disappointment. "Where are you going? You're just going to leave me alone?"

"Of course not. Ron and Hermione are waiting out in the hall. I'll send them in." He was already walking to the door as he spoke, a man on a mission.

In the hall, he found Ron and Hermione as expected and Pansy sitting beside them. He said his hellos and his goodbyes to them all. He gave them no hints as to where he was going, just that he needed to get there quickly.

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Harry returned that evening to stay with Draco. Multiple healers discussed what their recommended next course of action would be. They said that Draco needed to be supervised for the next few days and that contact with the person who sold to him likely needed to be cut out completely.

But Harry wasn't worried about that. He was certain that Draco— or anyone else for that matter— would never hear from that jackass again.

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Hi! Thank you so much for your continuous hard work and absolutely amazing recs! You’re my safe heaven. 💖💖💖 I was wondering if you have any recs about addiction? Harry or Draco being addicted to a potion and the other is helping them to recover? I know it might be a strange concept but I thought if anyone would know stories like this, it would be you. Thank you ❤️

Hi anon, you’re very welcome! Your kind words made my day, thank you 💜 addiction is a heavy theme for me so I don’t read it often but I’m listing a few fics I’ve really enjoyed below. I’m sure my followers will add more. Check the tags and stay safe!

again, for the first time by @aibidil (E, 14k)

Five times Draco lied about why he wasn't drinking, and one time he gave an honest answer. Or, a love letter to sobriety.

Between Myth and Man by @slytherco (E, 16k)

Draco, lost and a little broken, navigates post-war reality convinced that people like him should not be allowed to make their own choices. To solve the problem of his self-sabotaging tendencies, he starts taking a few drops of Veritaserum every morning. A story about the complexity of choices, repressed desires that come to the surface when we least expect them, and the utter hopelessness of truths built on a foundation of lies.

Thunder by keyflight790 (E, 21k)

The storm will disappear; the rain will subside; but what's left in its wake will last forever. A story of love and loss, redemption and thunder.

Strange Bedfellows by ravenclawsquill (E, 30k)

When Harry encounters a frail and fidgety Draco Malfoy at the Ministry, he just knows something is wrong and he’s determined to get to the bottom of it. A story about Deadly Nightshade, crippling insomnia, excellent wine … and finding what you need in the strangest of circumstances.

Dreaming Darkly by @quicksilvermaid (E, 40k)

It's five years after the war, and Harry is not okay. He hates his job. He hates Robards. He hates Ron's promotions and Hermione's concern. He chases oblivion in booze and weed and quick dirty fucks, but it's never enough. Then Draco Malfoy's face comes up on the case board as a murder suspect and Harry is thrown into an investigation that will take him to dark and dangerous places.

Super Rich Kids by @thusspoketrish (E, 81k)

Draco Malfoy has become disillusioned by the glitz and glamour of the scandalous lives of the Post-Second Wizarding War Pureblood Elite. Enter: one existential crisis, one group of thieving cynical friends, and several terrible, terrible decisions.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot. But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks. Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

[drarryruinedme7]

Hey! I need a fic like sluty bottom draco and not drarry

Hey nonnie we all love a slutty Draco Malfoy but darling maybe you haven’t read very well my tumblr name 🫢🙃😂 jk, try looking for the tag #bottomdracomalfoy on ao3 I’m sure you’ll find a lot of fics, even not drarry😇

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Nor All That Glisters

sweet_s0rr0w @sweet-s0rr0w

Chapters: 17/17 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Hannah Abbott, Original Squib Characters (Harry Potter), Original Characters, Dean Thomas, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, POV Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Angst with a Happy Ending, I promise, It's very happy, But in the meantime there's, Felix Felicis | Liquid Luck Potion (Harry Potter), Specifically Felix Felicis Abuse and Addiction, Dreamless Sleep Abuse and Addiction, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Mildly Dubious Consent (Sex under the influence of Felix Felicis), Withdrawal, Recovery, Hallucinations, Suicidal Thoughts (vague and fleeting), Memory Loss, Veritaserum, Description of past traumatic interrogation under Veritaserum, Panic Attacks, also, Squib rights, Quidditch, Charity Balls, Neville's Man-Eating Garden, Ministry of Magic (Harry Potter), The Leaky Cauldron (Harry Potter), Disastrous Engagement Parties, Bad Flirting by Owl, Loneliness, Harry is outed by the press, Minor Draco/OMCs, Minor Draco/Theodore Nott, mentions of Harry/OMCs, Graphic Violence (one scene), Blood and Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Lots of kissing, Masturbation, Potions-Enhanced Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Impromptu Magical Redecoration, Bathing/Washing, Humour (Really), Sarcastic Teenage Squib Potioneers, pansy being pansy, Neville and Hannah being far too nice, The Chudley Cannons being shit, Draco making very bad decisions, Harry putting up with him anyway, gorgeous fanart, Digital Art, Animated GIFs, Harry/Draco Big Bang 2021, First Time Series: Part 1 of Nor All That Glisters

Summary:

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

Excerpt:

Caught out, Draco blushed. Harry took pity on him. “To answer your original question though: yes, I came to the ball alone.”

“And now you’re out here with me.”

“And now I’m out here with you.”

Draco stepped closer still, boldly moving his hand upwards so that his palm rested against Harry’s chest. He followed it with his gaze, pale fingers skimming over soft black fabric, gratified at the way the rapid rise and fall underneath his hand belied Harry’s calm exterior. He tapped his fingernails lightly against the Order of Merlin. In the absolute silence between them, the clinking sound seemed amplified a thousand-fold.

He let his eyes stray to Harry’s face. Harry’s head was tipped back, still against the pillar, and his eyelids were half-closed. His lips were parted – wet, obscene – and here, too, Draco could see his breath coming fast, unsteady. Dizzy with the force of his want, Draco brought his other hand up next to Harry’s head, bracing himself on the pillar. Harry’s eyes – so green, like fresh spring leaves and new beginnings, like shouted curses and the Firewhisky bottle under Draco’s bed – widened slightly at the movement, mouth curving up into a lazy smile, and Draco was lost.

Without another moment’s hesitation, he grabbed a handful of his robes, and in one smooth motion, pulled Harry against him. He felt the small, surprised “oh!” against his lips, and then they were kissing. Harry’s mouth opened sweetly underneath his, as Draco’s fingers curled around the nape of his neck, combing through soft black curls.

Warmth spread across Draco’s chest, bubbling through his veins, as their mouths moved together. Finally, finally, he’d found it – the thrill he’d been chasing ever since that first hit of Felix, the only thing in the world that could compare to that feeling of absolute power. This – utter, mindless bliss – was everything he’d craved for so long; everything he’d been looking for in the arms of Muggle strangers, or racing around a Quidditch pitch, or at the bottom of a bottle.

He moved to deepen the kiss, tongue slipping inside to claim Harry’s mouth, breath hitching as Harry’s hand came to rest just below the small of his back. Harry’s little finger dipped down further, hesitantly, making Draco growl and press forward, until his whole weight was pinning Harry to the pillar. He thrilled at Harry’s sharp intake of breath as their bodies slid together, Harry’s hard length insistent against his hip. Draco ignored it, slanting his head and continuing his assault on Harry’s mouth.

They were both breathing heavily by now, hands growing bolder, tugging at clothing, grasping at flesh. Draco drew back slightly to take Harry’s lower lip between his teeth, nipping at it softly until Harry let out a long, broken moan. It echoed around them, far too loud, almost pornographic in the enormous room.

It was this sound which seemed to shock Harry back to his senses. He brought a hand up between them, ostensibly trying to push Draco away even while his mouth still continued to seek Draco’s, pressing little kisses to the corners as though unable to stop. Draco nudged at Harry’s nose eagerly, their lips barely touching.

“What?”

“Draco.” He sounded desperate, wrecked. “We can’t – not here. Someone will see.”

“There’s no one around.” Draco realised as he spoke that it would sound ridiculous – they were in the Ministry Atrium, for Merlin’s sake – but imbued with a healthy dose of Felix, he knew with total certainty that no one would spot them. Impatient, desperate for more, he pulled Harry in for another searing kiss. Harry returned it for a few seconds, laughing helplessly against Draco’s lips, before turning his head to the side, forcing them apart. Draco gave a small moan of displeasure.

“Someone could walk in at any minute. We’ll be – stop it!” he grinned, trying to bat Draco away as he continued kissing down the side of Harry’s neck. “I mean it! There are reporters here. We’ll be on the front page tomorrow if you’re not careful. Let’s go somewhere. Preferably somewhere with, you know, a bed.”

A bed sounded good to Draco.

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