#draco: divorced

[dramioneasks]

Hi, I’m looking for a dramioe fic where their kids are dating it starts at the graduation of rose and Scorpios from their seventh year and I think scorpios proposed to rose and she said yes anyway ron was mad Hermione and draco were shock. And draco isn’t married he and Astoria got divorced and he work in malfoy company i guess. Hermione work in the ministry she’s married to Ron but their relationship is not good at all but she’s trying to hard to make it work but to no avail cause Ron was cheating on her. Then there’s a party in malfoy manor celebrating rose and scorp engagement and Ron bring his mattress and Hermione get drunk and mad and go by accident to Draco’s room and they sleep together. And then draco is so insisting to sleep with her again and they have an secret affair and no one knows. I remember that Astoria has a relationship or just sex with Blaise son her son’s best friend and she was trying to push him away but he was obsessed with her. There was also victoar weasly tonks who was draco secretary she was the first one who discovered draco and Hermione relationship she literally saw them doing it on the meeting table or Draco’s office. Then I guess Ron will find out they will be a fight with draco and scorp will know but he won’t tell rose cause he thinks Hermione should and rose will see the two and find out everything and she will be so mad from everyone.

Anyone know this fic I think I read it on fiction.net .

This?

The Deadline By: Lena Phoria - M, 39 chapters - It takes the unexpected engagement of their children to get Draco and Hermione in a room together, but only the selfish acts of their estranged spouses and a 300 Galleon bottle of firewhiskey will get them in a bedroom. What starts out as a one time mistake soon becomes a full-blown affair with a deadline; the day their children say ‘I do’. But things rarely go according to plan.

-Lisa

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Ron, if you and Blaise are getting married, you definitely have to make it a theme wedding! And the theme could be, “Look how much money we’ve got!”

Draco: You know, I mean you could put money in the invitations! You could have like little money place settings. And you could start with a money salad! I mean it’ll be dry, but people will like it!

Ron: Would you stop? We’ve only been going out a couple of weeks, I mean, we don’t even know if he’s gonna propose.

Draco: Yes, but this is Blaise. Okay? He’s not like other people, on your first date, he took you to Rome! For most guys that’s like a…third or fourth date kinda thing.

Ron: Well if that’s what it is, then it’s—it’s crazy!

Harry: Ron’s right. We’re talking about getting married here. Okay? He can’t just rush into this.

Draco: Oh, please, what do you know! You married a lesbian!

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Come Over

cw: mentions blood and injury- everyone is fine.

Nothing was going according to plan.

Harry had invited Draco to come over and celebrate Valentine's Day a couple of days early; he would have the kids on the actual day and as much as Draco loved his kids, it just seemed like a night better spent alone when your relationship (especially the physical part of it) was relatively new.

What Harry hadn't been planning on was Teddy catching the cold of the century, and Alex's pet iguana buggering off to who knows where, and for Ben's entire art supply collection to get dumped across the floor. He hadn't been planning on it being so hard to get the kids handed off to Ginny and out the door, so close to the time that Draco was meant to be arriving. He hadn't planned on tripping over the toys that were still strewn about and cracking his head on the corner of the table.

And he hadn't planned on blacking out, only to be revived by a very concerned looking Draco.

He tried to sit up and immediately groaned, the world spinning around him, grasping his head and feeling the sticky, wet spot where blood had started to congeal, pooling down into his hair. "Urrgh," he managed, pulling his hand away, grateful that Draco had obviously healed whatever wound was there.

"Hold on," Draco said quickly, trying to get Harry to lie back.

"No. I'm fine-" he said swatting Draco's hand away and pushing himself to his feet.

Fortunately, Draco reached out to steady him because just as quickly as he'd stood he found himself collapsing forward again, body swaying dangerously. "For fuck's sake," Draco grunted, heaving Harry's body onto the couch. "Lie down for a moment. You've lost a lot of blood."

Harry watched, sulking but obedient, as Draco dug through his bag.

"Here," he said holding out a vial, "blood replenishing potion," he added.

He swallowed it down, gagging a bit at the horrid texture.

"Pain potion for the massive headache that I'm sure you've got."

With a groan he swallowed that one too and the pain in his head lessened to a more reasonable level. "Sorry," he croaked, rubbing his eyes. "This wasn't-"

"Shut up," Draco snapped and Harry looked up at him uncertainly, he didn't often use that tone with him anymore. "Sorry," he said, pressing a shaking hand to his mouth. "Sorry, Harry, you-" he broke off, shaking his head, "I thought that-"

"Hey," Harry said, reaching for him, tugging him down toward the couch. "Hey," he whispered, pulling him into his arms as he saw the tears bright in his eyes. "Tell me," he requested.

"You were laying on the floor in a pool of blood," he rasped. "You weren't moving, I thought-"

"Oh," he said, holding Draco tighter, "I'm sorry, sweetheart."

Draco nodded against his neck.

"Sorry," he breathed again. "I'm alright."

Draco nodded again and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, holding him for a long moment. When he pulled back he said, "Come on," helping Harry up off the couch. "Let me run you a bath and I'll wash the blood out of your hair."

Harry groaned, even as he allowed Draco to tug him along to the bathroom, "That's disgusting, I don't want you to have to clean me up-"

"It's literally my job," Draco said, "I clean people up from things worse than this all the time. I don't think it's disgusting at all."

"With a cleaning spell, not a sponge bath," Harry argued, feeling quite silly as he thought about the situation as a whole. Draco must think that he was a complete idiot. And how can you find someone attractive if you think they're stupid and incompetent. Maybe the floor would just swallow him.

Draco started the bath with a tidy flick of the wand before his hands were carefully undressing Harry, like he was a child unable to do it himself.

"Honestly, Draco," he huffed, pushing his hands away, "I'm fine! I can-"

"Let me?" Draco asked, voice coming out soft and hesitant. "I know you can do it," he added. "But just," he let out a shuddering sigh, "let me help. Let me take care of you?"

Harry blinked, people didn't take care of him. Hadn't ever really taken care of him, outside of the hospital induced injuries. He frowned uncertain, "You don't have to do that-"

"I want to," Draco said, palm cupping Harry's cheek as his eyes searched Harry's. "I want so badly to be allowed to take care of you, to love you, to treat you with all of the tenderness in the world."

"Why?" Harry asked, not sure why he was trying so hard to push the other man away when he was just trying to do something kind.

But Draco's eyes just softened around the edges, "You deserve to be taken care of."

Throat a little too tight, all Harry could do was nod.

The smile that lit up Draco's face was breath-taking and he slowly, reverently undressed Harry, like he was something precious, something fragile. When he'd finished undressing him, he helped him into the tub, resting his head against the back, folding a towel under his neck.

Harry sighed and let his body relax into the warm water, watching Draco from the corner of his eye as he rolled up his sleeves and gathered the supplies to wash his hair.

Quietly, Draco took care of him; washing and conditioning his hair, keeping the water the perfect temperature, adding in lavender bath salts while he massaged Harry's scalp, soothing away the last of his headache.

"Thanks," he murmured, tipping his head back to look at Draco.

"Of course," Draco replied, combing Harry's still-damp curls back so he could press a kiss to his forehead. "Come on," he said softly. "Let's go eat the food I brought in your bed."

Harry allowed himself to be pulled from the tub, Draco dried him with a soft, fuzzy towel that he'd cast a heating charm on before bundling him into the room. Draco fed him grapes, and cheese, and characters, and meats, placing the foods on Harry's tongue for him. And then finished off by feeding him sweet chocolates that melted in his mouth.

When they'd finished eating, Draco packed everything away before slipping the two of them under the covers and holding Harry close.

Humming, he let his eyes drift closed, "I feel a little guilty."

"Why?" Draco asked curiously, pressing a kiss to his temple.

He shrugged, "tonight was supposed to be about us," he said. "We were supposed to get to have some quality time-"

"We are," Draco said, like he was confused by Harry's words.

"No," he huffed, "I mean we were supposed to get to have dinner with candles, drink a nice bottle of wine, have steamy sex-"

Draco huffed a laugh, "You're on blood replenishers and you have a head injury. This is just what the healer ordered-"

"I know," he said, curving his body into Draco's, letting the other man's arm draw him closer. "You're not dating me so that you can have one more patient-"

"Harry," he interrupted, "You're not another patient. I love you," he said softly. "Taking care of each other is what you do when you love someone. You take care of me, too," he added.

"That's different."

"Different how?" Draco asked with a laugh.

He shook his head, pressing his forehead against Draco's collarbone. "I don't know. I just like to do it for you but I don't like you doing it for me."

"Why?"

"What are you, my therapist?" he grumbled.

"No," he said, "Just your boyfriend, trying to understand why you're allowed to love and care for me, but I'm not allowed to do the same."

He swallowed, thought for a moment, tried to get the words in order. "I just," he sighed, "I don't want to be too much," he whispered. "I want to make it easy for you to stay, not harder."

"And you think letting me take care of you when you're hurt makes it harder to love you?"

He shrugged, "yeah."

"Being allowed to love you, being allowed to take care of you," he said, "It's a privilege. I know this is hard for you, letting people in, feeling like you're burdening them with your existence-"

Harry's eyes stung at the casual way Draco put those feelings into words.

"-and I'm grateful that you let me love you. The real you," he added softly. "He's my favorite."

Harry huffed a derisive laugh, "the sniveling mess, who tripped over a toy and bashed his own head in, is your favorite?"

"No," Draco said, "the sniveling mess who let me take care of him when it was hard is my favorite. The sniveling mess who tells me about what he's struggling with while clinging to me like a limpet is my favorite. You, being honest with me, letting me see the hurt," he kissed Harry's forehead, "You're my favorite."

"Thanks," he whispered, not entirely ready to believe Draco but not ready to push any further either.

"Thank you," he murmured back, kissing Harry's forehead.

And it wasn't always easy, healing from the wounds of childhood, but both Harry and Draco found that the patience, love, and dedication of the other was enough in time.

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written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: 'Come Over'

read more of my hdcandyheartsfest23 fics here.

[phoebe-delia]

That's How It Works

Alright, let's do this. This is for @drarrymicrofic prompt "How You Get the Girl" by T-Swizzle. It's also a sequel to this, but it's not necessary to read the other first.

CW: divorce, happy ending, angst with a happy ending, getting back together

My mug slips through my shock-loosened fingers, scorching tea and shards of porcelain littering the floor, as I say with disbelief, "Harry?"

You run a hand through your hair, sheepish as you stand in my doorway. "Hey."

I stand there with my mouth agape, like a complete moron, when you raise an eyebrow. "Do you want some help with that?" you ask, gesturing toward the smashed mug on the floor.

"Leave it," I say petulantly. "What are you doing here?"

You glance around at the flat from where you stand at the entrance, and I move to block your gaze until I get an answer. Your eyes meet mine. "Can I come in?"

"I don't know, can you?"

"Seriously? You're correcting my grammar?"

"You're the one who showed up here unannounced and made me drop my favorite mug," I say, crossing my arms.

You frown. "I thought the blue one was your favorite. With the polka dots?"

I sniff. "Well. Things have changed. I have new mugs. I drink from them all the time, whenever I want to; tea, coffee—whatever beverage I please. I have plenty of mugs; I'm sure you wouldn't recognize half of them. Things have changed, you see."

"So you've said," you reply, and then you sigh. "Draco, I was hoping we could talk."

I purse my lips. "Hm. Well, the last time you said that, you broke a lot more than my favorite mug. So. I'm going to need you to be more specific as to the topic."

You seem to gather yourself for a moment, and then you look at me straight on. "I've spent the last six months about as miserable as I've ever been in my life. When I..." you pause and take a sharp breath, letting it out shakily. "When I left, I thought it would give me clarity. I thought being married was keeping me from figuring out what I wanted from life. But I've spent every single day since then missing you like a part of me," your voice breaks a little, and it makes my chest ache more than I expect.

"Draco," you continue, your hand coming up to rest on the door frame as you step closer. "I still love you. And I'm sorry."

I feel as though I can hardly breathe, with the force of my longing and relief and leftover anger in my throat, but then I glance at where your hand is holding the door, and I gasp quietly. "Is that—"

You follow my gaze to your hand, and you blush. "Yes," you whisper. "I never took it off." You play with the wedding ring you're still wearing on your finger, and I remember with a visceral flash the moment I slid it onto your hand, and how it felt like a puzzle piece fitting into place.

Shaking slightly, I reach out and take your hand in mind, letting our rings bump against each other. "Me too," I murmur, and I see the relief bloom across your face.

"Draco," you breathe, "I—can I please—" you look at me with wide, pleading eyes. "Please can I..." you trail off, but I know what you're asking. I know what you mean. I know you.

I take a moment to gather myself before I wandlessly vanish the mess at our feet. Then I step back to let you in, and you waste no time coming in and taking me in your arms, kicking the door shut behind you.

Your lips meet mine softly, before growing more fervent, and it feels like our first kiss and our thousandth all at once, and in a way, it's both.

We break apart for a moment to catch our breath, our foreheads pressed against each other. You tighten your embrace, nearly squeezing me, as if making sure I'm solidly in your arms.

I feel you press a kiss on my forehead. "Harry?"

"Hm?" you say, kissing my jaw.

"You still owe me a new mug."

I feel your smile against my chin.

[theserpens]

Drarry Fic Rec: Set Eight

Grounds For Divorce by @tepre 122,217 words, E

Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 77,777 words, E

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war… with Draco Malfoy.

Stain of Silence by Brummell 28,356 words, E

After the war, Draco serves out his sentence in Harry Potter's house.

Lessons in Grace and Decorum by GallaPlacidia 48,977 words, NR

In Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy gives Draco lessons in how to manipulate people into loving him. When Draco is released on the condition that he is bonded to Harry as his prisoner, he finally has a chance to put his newfound skills into practice.

This set includes stories where Harry and Draco are bound together - either magically or by circumstance. All of them feature the boys being forced into closeness, one way or another. This, of course, contains all the angst you would expect from that premise. Here, you'll find emotional distance, disconnected realities, startling intimacy, and tragic love, seemingly rooted in rot. I also noticed that in all of these stories, the two of them are somehow confined together at Grimmauld Place for a while. So, if you are a fan of that creepy old house, these might be for you!

All of them begin shortly after the war, with Harry and Draco still raw and exhausted and with no empathy for the other. These stories each illustrate their changing understanding, helped along by compulsory proximity.

'Grounds for Divorce' is probably the most mellow story in this set. It starts off pretty angsty, but their relationship grows and blossoms into something kinder over time. It's also carefully crafted, and the (magical) bond between Harry and Draco is described so tangibly, I sometimes felt it in my own toes.

'That Old Black Magic' starts off with a toxic and antagonistic physical dynamic. It has a gripping, fucked-up, and charged relationship between the two boys and handles the implications of a forced magical marriage wonderfully.

'Stain of Silence' doesn't include a bond or marriage of any sort; instead, Draco is bound to Harry by the law. This leads to an uneven power dynamic between the two of them, which gives the whole story a gloomy tinge. It is beautifully written, painful, and sharp. Ginny is portrayed as especially hostile towards Draco. So if you are in need of a good Draco/Ginny bromance afterwards, I suggest you scour the internet for 'Lessons in Grace and Decorum' — which also includes bonded Drarry due to Draco's sentence, lots of sadness and an uneven power dynamics. But a fun friendship between Draco and Ginny. So, Enjoy!

[argido]

Illustration for Grounds for divorce by tepre

[sp1derc1der]

Hardenshippers, come get your juice!!

I love these stupid dragons so much <3

[goblinmatriarch]

My beautiful baby is finally birthed into the world, screaming and covered in viscera!

Title: The Practice of Everyday Life

Words: nearly 70k

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Draco/Harry, Pansy/Hermione, background Pansy/Neville

Tags: semi-epilogue compliant; in that the Golden Trio had all the marriages and kids; but with a 10-year delay; and subsequent divorces; The Golden Trio; Silver Trio; magical lore; Rituals; Pureblood Culture; Potter Children; Granger-Weasley children; Snark; wildly unnecessary snark; children are fucking monsters istg; why am I writing parenting; this is meant to be escapism; what is wrong with me????; Banter; Dad Harry; BAMF Ginny Weasley; chill ron; successful hermione; Ministry Bureaucracy; The Ministry of Magic is Corrupt; Pandemic; Clearly I'm exorcising some shit here; Slow Burn; Drinking; like not a lot of drinking; but it's in there

Summary: After the War, Harry married Ginny, had three beautiful children, and remained best friends with Hermione and Ron, who had two children of their own, and they all were happily married until they weren't. Harry and Hermione are both struggling to navigate post-divorce parenting, Ministry careers, and then this fucking pandemic hits. If that wasn't bad enough, Draco Malfoy reappears out of nowhere with worrying information about magical wards falling and the future of magic itself at risk. Harry and Hermione will have to navigate horrifying bureaucracy, complex magical rituals, confusingly sexy Slytherins, and Having It All

Read it on AO3

[the-paper-monkey]

Hello, how are you?? Hope you're having a great weekend!! I was reading the traveling cabinet and it left me wondering, if Draco actually wanted to end things, would that Tom kill him? He knows way too much to not be a liability. Or would he not let him go at all? I'm curious as to what he would do, if they hadn't achieved a compromise and if Draco was actually willing to leave him (I don't believe he ever would be, tbh) Anyway, you're a great writer, thanks for sharing your works!!

I swear I answered something similar to this, but I cannot for the life of me find my reply. I assume it's buried in an AO3 comment section somewhere because it's not in my ask tag.

When Tom considers killing Draco in The Travelling Cabinet, they're not yet in a relationship. Tom still thinks of him as an annoying roommate but a useful hot water bottle who cooks and pays half the rent. Even then, he's still somewhat uneasy about it, though he doesn't have the self-awareness to recognise why. Tom from Bluebeard onward wouldn't ever even consider killing Draco unless it was Draco's life vs his own, in which case his own always comes first.

'Would Tom let him/her leave?' is always the awkward question in any superficially healthy portrayal of a relationship with him. Given his track record, I would say... no. He would see it as a betrayal and his empathy is not developed enough to be capable of or willing to see it from Draco's perspective. He understands, in theory, that Draco is a sentient being who continues to exist when Tom isn't in the room, but he doesn't instinctively comprehend that on a deeper level.

Their relationship is quite fluffy in that series but if you read between the lines, you can see Tom's disinterest in Draco's feelings from the closing scenes of TTC. Whether Draco has any interest in him is not even factored in; he simply decides that he wants Draco, and that's that. Luckily, Draco has been quietly pining away for a while, but to Tom, that's irrelevant. What he wants, he'll take. Doesn't mean Draco is having a bad time... unless he did want to leave. But I don't think they'd ever find themselves in a situation where Draco would try to leave, regardless of what Tom does. I mean, he literally found out his boyfriend was Voldemort and in all his spiralling never once considered leaving him.

[angelbinder]

they would never broadcast shit that's like their main thing but to make up for empty space i had to add draco(live reaction) and this happened

[hasturlover]

Alright im brainrotting so like james and lily get harry enrolled in kindergarten and he instantly infatuated with little cactus draco who regulus babysat because draco is a menace for babysitter but soft only for his uncle reggie. So it ends up with so so much playdates between harry and draco which sorta like a date (going tot theme park, aquarium, beach, ice rink, etc) for jegulily. Jily cant help think regulus is so pretty charming and gorgeous and mooning over the black heir while kinda hiding their crush from each other because they felt guilty loving another person. While regulus kinda confused because why both potters are so sweet to him?? Is it potter thing, he is confused but he is so happy whenever james hug him or lily peck his cheek before leaving. Meanwhile harry and draco planning for jegulily marriage necause both of them evil little shits

[dramioneasks]

Hello!! I’m looking for a fic I read a while back hopefully I’m not mixing a couple of fics up, lol. Draco was a muggle doctor and I believe he was in the process of divorcing Astoria and working out custody agreement with their kid when Hermione came back into his life.

Fortuitous - mrsren - M, 14 chapters - Recently divorced Draco doesn’t believe in the ideology of having one true love. He certainly doesn’t expect to meet his match in a Halloween themed coffee shop, but fate has a peculiar way of giving you just what you need.

-Lisa

[short666bread]

throwback to when all my most indulgent friends lived at the same address as me

[hzry]

Harry Potter’s Biggest Fan: 9.7k

Ever since Scorpius heard about Harry Potter for the first time from one of his friends, one could say that he was his biggest fan.

So naturally, it would be the thing he needs to talk about while visiting his grandparents for Sunday dinner.

Draco's father could not hold back the comments on why he had to go through this again, and Scorpius understood just enough to know that his father actually knew Harry Potter in person. That's when the pestering started.

Not much later and Draco found himself face to face with Potter, all thanks to his son.

[teacup-tai]

Just reread Grounds For Divorce and, after almost 4 years, the story that made me reconnect with the Drarry fandom it's still my favourite fic in the world. @tepre 's writing is just bloody amazing and this story is so very dear to me. 💕 the slow burn, the way tepre wrote a bonding story that is realistically painful, with characters that are evolving every chapter, how they grow and change and bloom apart and together as life keeps moving forward. This is such a gorgeous love story, and such a beautiful ode to family roots, to finding our way back to our ancestors' homelands. About falling in love but keeping our loved one's decisions first and our desires second. Aywa, my heart, habibti, I'll be foverer in love with this. Eternal shukran for this tale 💜 Mashallah!

[wednesdaynott]

“DAMMIT DRACO THAT'S NOT THE BRAKE. Oh, fucking wonderful. Now we're in the ditch." 

With more dramatic flair than was strictly necessary, Pansy popped off her seatbelt and jumped out of the car; Draco following closely behind her. Coughing from the smoke billowing out from under the hood of his Lexus, she waved her arm as he kicked a tire.

“Fuck. FUCK.”

Throwing himself down in a fit of rage, he kicked his feet like a petulant toddler screaming obscenities into the trees behind the car.

“So what do we do now?” Pansy asked when she’d finally quit coughing. “Do we call a- whatever it is that muggles call when their death traps malfunction?”

“No,” Draco groaned. “Because I left my muggle wallet at home.”

“Cool. So then we call-”

“No.”

“I’m sorry, do you even know another muggleborn? Much less one that would help us?”

“I have some muggle connections, I’ll have you know.”

“Anyone who isn’t related to Granger? I mean, yeah, you know her dad, but I can’t imagine you wanna call up Richard Granger and say, “Hey, remember me? Your former son-in-law that served your daughter with divorce papers right after Christmas Eve Mass two years ago?”

“Well, that was low.”

“Yeah, that was really petty. We all thought so.”

“NO. It was- Look, I don’t want to call her.”

“Fine. I’ll call her.”

“And the reason,” Draco raised his voice dramatically. “I don’t want to call her is because I don’t want her to know that I-”

Pansy gave him a look that plainly said, “You what?” But she refrained from asking the question aloud.

“I promised her when we were engaged that I would learn to drive one of these.”

“Oh, so you don’t want her to know that you’re learning now so you can pick up muggle women? I don’t think she cares. I mean, you two work together fine now. She didn’t even care when you went out with Astoria last week.”

“No,” he sighed and laid back on the ground. 

“Oh my god.”

“Pansy, don’t make a big deal out of this.”

“You’re trying to win her back.”

“Pleasepleaseplease do not make anything out of this.”

“YOU STILL LOVE HER.”