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HD Being on the run fic recs

Here are a few Harry/Draco recs where Harry and Draco are on the run. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

9 ½ Days by @magpiefngrl [69k]

After the events at the Manor, Harry and Draco find themselves stranded in the countryside with a broken wand and Death Eaters on their tail. This is the story of an uneasy truce, featuring faerie forests, seaside caves, Romani camps, kind old ladies, and a shared bed in an attic. Or how two boys fell in love in the midst of a bloody coup.

Crown Witness by @slytherco [70k]

After the war, wizarding society is oppressed by a new kind of plague—an organised crime group calling itself the Family. When Harry Potter goes to interrogate a potential witness, he doesn’t expect to end up on the run again, trying to keep Draco Malfoy alive, while a manhunt follows in their footsteps, adamant on eliminating the one witness that could ruin everything. In which Harry and Draco learn that the way to each other might just have to go through the dingiest hotels in Britain.

Eclipse by Mijan [287k]

"You're dead, Potter... I'm going to make you pay..." Draco swore his revenge on Harry for Lucius's imprisonment, and Harry all but laughed at him. But Draco is planning more than schoolyard pranks this time. The old rivalry turns deadly when Draco abducts Harry for Voldemort. It's the perfect plan, guaranteeing revenge, power, and prestige, all in one blow. But when Draco's world turns upside down, the fight to save himself and Harry begins, and the battle will take them both through hell and back. If they come back.

Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run by @waspabi [93k]

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

Oh, Sinnerman by @lou-isfake and @babooshkart [40k]

“I’m serious, Potter,” Malfoy said quietly. “That was some real bad luck you had, being there last night. They will come after you, and they will kill you—after torturing you for information on my whereabouts.” He pocketed Harry’s wand, but held on to his knife, twirling it between his fingers. Harry was distracted by its movement, the reflections of the bright, dawning sun on polished silver. “I’m not happy about it, either, but you’re stuck with me for the foreseeable future.” He watched Malfoy’s face for a long time, in a staring contest he wasn’t sure he’d signed up for. Stuck with Malfoy, for the foreseeable future, on the run from a massive crime syndicate that had infiltrated the Ministry and was out for their blood. It was all very familiar, except for the Malfoy part.

REVOLVEVLOVER by @firethesound and @lol-zeitgeistic [88k]

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for. It’s just that he’s never deciphered a kill sheet and seen Draco Malfoy’s name on it.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena [128k]

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Harry. Hiding out with Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.

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

#rec list #drarry

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xanthippe74 · 5 days

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"Hello, lover."

I made the mistake with this one to change the lighting half way through the painting which always messes with the values and colors, but oh well. Sometimes a painting doesn't go the way you want to and then you got to let it go. But I still like the overall comp and all that, so you get to see it, haha. Maybe I manage to be a bit clearer in terms of values with that extra painting that I have planned for this scene, because this scene is just too good to only get one.

#captive prince #amazing art #lamen

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xanthippe74 · 7 days

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☀️ Prompting is OPEN for HP Drizzle 2024! ☀️

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Check out our rules and guidelines here for more information about prompting, and if you have questions don’t hesitate to ask!

Prompting will be open until 03 May! We can’t wait to see all of your ideas!

#HP Drizzle Fest #signal boost

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An Elegy to Bad Dreams

This was written with love for the prompt Saviour Complex over @drarrymicrofic. I'm a HUGE Phoebe Bridgers fan. I appreciate anyone who takes the time out to read this fic (2.6K words). Thank you to @opaleopioid for the very thorough beta! Please mind the tags. TW for alcoholism, brief break up, mean voicemail messages, very brief mentions of vomiting, eventual rehab.

The day after Harry abruptly disappears from Draco’s bed, the morning light creeping into the bedroom like a looming bad omen, Draco decides to toss Harry’s belongings into a rubbish bag. All of it, even his socks.

“I want everything of his out of here,” says Draco, spirals of cigarette smoke escaping his chapped, pale pink lips as he holds his mobile against his ear. Draco empties Harry’s precious bottles, a sick satisfaction overcoming him as he watches the clear liquid swirl down the drain of his kitchen sink, an even sicker pleasure when he tosses the bottles into the bag that contains most of Harry’s trainers. He stares out the bay window of his flat that overlooks the front garden, the rubbish bins, and the winding road where three black rubbish bags now sit on the pavement.

Pansy’s teeny voice is on the other end.

“Good riddance,” responds Pansy with relief, as if a weight has been lifted from her shoulders. Draco blows out more smoke. He bites his lower lip as he blinks back tears, his gaze focused outside the window, on all of Harry’s life with Draco in three sagging bags. For one terrifying moment, he believes he’s made an enormous mistake.

Draco’s voice cracks, “Pansy—”

“Good riddance,” is Pansy’s firm affirmation of the day.

Draco nods, swallowing down his regret as he tries to collect the scattered pieces of himself strewn across the room. These Muggle gadgets are a gift. Draco might be falling apart, but at least Pansy doesn’t have to both hear and see it.

Such small mercies.

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Later that day, after waking from a sweaty, feverish nap, Draco’s landlord calls him to complain about the shattered glass bottles littered across the front garden— “It’s dangerous. Any innocent person walking by could get hurt from this sort of recklessness!”

Draco apologises, and cleans the mess Harry left behind the Muggle way. He slices his finger open in the process, the concrete and grass greedily eating up his blood. Draco watches this with a morbid curiosity, a peculiar sense of familiarity washing over him. It’s a good thing that all three of Harry’s bags are gone, Harry was eating away—those horrid bags were an eyesore.

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Harry’s voice is a thin, fraught string of slurry sounds that barely form words. But Draco’s so used to his manner of speech now that he only plays the voicemail once.

“D’you…d’you remember, when I saved you from the fire? I do. I should’ve let you burn.”

Once is definitely enough.

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Draco holds Harry’s pillow to his chest before lifting it to his face with the intention to scream into it, but he recoils immediately after catching a whiff. It used to smell like sandalwood and jasmine from Harry’s shampoo and aftershave. Like sex and sweat. Like all things good, and strength, and love eternal. Like all of Draco’s favourite things about Harry. Now, the pillow smells like the sharp gut-wrenching scent of diluted ethanol. Like vomit and rotten apples. Like anger, and weakness, and misery. These are now a few of Harry’s favourite things. Draco drops the pillow to the floor.

When Draco checks his voicemail, Harry’s sobbing this time.

A burst of shame explodes in the middle of Draco’s chest and overwhelms him as he nearly drops his phone, replaying the message over, and over, and over.

“I just can’t live without it—I mean, you. You! I can’t live without you. I’m sorry. Please, please help me. I can’t do this without you. If you can’t help me, I don’t know what I’ll do.”

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Draco would hold Harry through nightmares he refused to talk about. After so many nights, Draco was able to gather that there were demons from the war that chased Harry during the day, and tortured him at night, sprawled across the bed, passed out drunk, whimpering and thrashing in his sleep. In Harry’s dreams, someone was always chasing him; someone was always trying to kill him; someone was always taking away the people he loves. Harry would beg and plead with this entity in his sleep over, and over, and over, until he’d spit up, fully waking Draco so he could push Harry onto his side, and let him spew his torment onto the floor rather than asphyxiate from it.

Sometimes...sometimes...Draco wanted Harry to asphyxiate.

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Everyone has closed their doors to Harry, now.

There’s so much city traffic in the background, Draco strains to hear Harry as he plays the latest voicemail. Harry’s voice isn’t any better today, and as Draco stares out his window, the sun drops low on the horizon, deep red-orange and bright yellow ready to give way to indigo and dark pink.

Draco hopes that Harry’s warm.

“I wish I were a real person. Not this half of a thing—a—thing—that’s—I’m fading—I’m just—a faded memory. I-I’m not even real. I’m not even here.”

Draco plays the message two more times before he slips his jacket on. It wouldn’t hurt to walk around the neighbourhood. For fresh air, that’s all. He grabs a spare jacket, twisting it between both hands as he heads out the front door.

Just in case.

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Draco wants to hate him.

Several months ago, after Harry drunkenly crashed his broom into a Muggle’s front window, earning a leave of absence from the Aurors and a hefty fine from the Ministry, they walked hand-in-hand into a Muggle private treatment facility in Islington.

Draco packed some of Harry’s clothes in a suitcase, locked his wand up safely, and placed a picture of them, of happier days, at the very top of his belongings. Draco hadn’t given up on Harry like his friends and family had, no, he had held on. In the very beginning of their relationship, Harry’s wildness and recklessness drew Draco in like a moth to a flame. Watching this new lease on life in Harry Potter sparked vitality in Draco’s otherwise mundane existence. When he realised how deep Harry’s troubles ran, it was much too late to back out of their relationship. Draco was in love with him, and was determined to do what others couldn’t or wouldn’t do—fix Harry. Draco was finally going to do it this time, and was finally going to get Harry the help he needed. Hope flowed like a spring in Draco’s chest as he beamed at Harry and whispered words of encouragement in his ear.

It didn’t matter that Harry couldn’t share his demons with Draco.

If not Draco, then anyone else, anyone who would listen. All Draco wanted was for Harry to share his pain with someone. Draco could live with not being the one, if it meant he could save Harry from whatever death sentence he’d lulled himself into believing he owed.

They checked Harry into the facility. Draco had cried as he hugged Harry goodbye. It would be several weeks until they’d see each other again.

Harry called Draco that same night, rousing him from a peaceful sleep.

When Draco answered his ringing mobile, Harry urged him to the front of the flat. Now standing in front of his bay window, Draco watched as Harry, a bottle in hand, swayed on his feet and bellowed into his mobile.

“I’m scared, Draco…please! I couldn’t do it. They’re…they’re always watching me, no matter how much I run from them, they’re always following me, and I’m so tired, love. I’m so tired of running, please. I couldn’t do it; they’re going to destroy my life. Destroy us. Not like this, not like this, okay?” said Harry, nonsensical, his words a backhanded slap across Draco’s face. “Please let me up. Please, Draco. Please help me. Just. Help me different. I love you so much.”

There was an unbearable churning in the pit of Draco’s stomach as he breathed out slowly, trembling. Harry stared up at him, gesticulating wildly with the bottle in hand.

Draco did hate Harry.

Draco hated him every single time that prickling sense of failure erupted across his skin when he looked into Harry’s unfocused green eyes, dull and listless, or when Harry was ranting illogically, or when Draco picked him up from off the floor, covered in his own vomit to lead him to the shower, or when he had to force feed him, or ply him with hangover potions every morning, or when Draco has to answer the call of a pregnant, devastated Hermione and an angry Ron, both begging Draco to come get Harry who was screaming down their flat. Ranting, raving, always about the demons that chased him, but never elaborating, never letting anyone in.

When Harry was brave, the world’s saviour, he was a force to be reckoned with, a hero that won each battle at the end of the day.

Draco was not like Harry. He wasn’t strong or smart enough to save someone who didn’t want to be saved.

But even knowing all of this, knowing what would come next, and would continue to come afterwards, Draco let Harry slip back in.

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“I hate myself more than I’ll ever hate you,” whispers Harry. “Will you love me when I’m dead, too? Will it make you love me more?”

Draco flinches, equal parts shame and terror ripping him open like Sectumsempra. He numbly deletes the message.

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Harry’s voice is a burst of fury in the last message Draco ever plays.

“You ruined me! You left me...you left me to the fucking dogs, the fucking streets! You never loved me...you never...you...you...were supposed to save me, save me like I saved you...you selfish fuck...”

Draco stops listening to Harry’s messages after that. The message nearly sends him into a spiral, the bottom of a bottle suddenly sounding appealing. Draco reaches out to his friends, and it’s Hermione and Ron that steps up, embraces him, and tells him he’s doing his best, that none of this is his fault, and he has to let Harry find his own way. Before Draco knows it, Harry’s voicemails stop coming. A month passes and no one has seen or heard from Harry, not even his best mates.

Draco walks the entire neighbourhood, every day, pausing at Harry’s favourite pubs, peering inside, hoping to catch a glimpse of his wild, jet-black cowlicks. The streets are grey and cold, colder still are Draco’s insides as he starts to fear that he’ll never see Harry again, that...

That Harry might actually be dead.

Wouldn’t there be an outcry? Wouldn’t the Magical community know? Wouldn’t Draco feel his passing in the very depths of his bones?

He knows he would, he knows he would feel it, convinces himself of it, even as he curls into a tiny ball in the middle of his and Harry’s bed, sobs wracking his body from the depths of his loss.

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Hermione has her baby.

Draco visits St Mungo’s with flowers and a teddy bear. Harry would’ve wanted Draco to be there in his stead on such a beautiful, important day for his best mates.

Hermione cries when she sees him, hugging Draco tightly, Harry’s absence starkly felt in a room brimming with so much love and new life. Draco peers down at the baby, guileless dark eyes peering up at him, tiny rosebud lips pouty. Harry should be here to see this beautiful creation.

The small hospital room is bursting to the brim with the Weasley family, and soon Draco finds himself tucked away in a far corner, out of place, even as Ron smiles warmly at him, his hands tossing up in a humorous, dazed sort of manner from across the room. A small smile tugs at Draco’s lips as he shrugs back. Draco’s distracted from the exchange and general chaos of the room by the vibration of his mobile. He pulls it free from his pocket, not recognising the number that flashes across the tiny screen. He hurries out of the room, the cool air of St Mungo’s hallway rushing past him as he leans against a wall painted with colourful images of baby magical creatures.

Draco flips his mobile open, pressing it against his ear. “Hello?”

There’s a long pause before a familiar voice warms Draco’s entire body. “Christ, it’s so good to hear your voice.”

Draco’s head falls back against the wall, his knees weak as he slides down the wall until he’s on his bum, his knees drawn up to his chest. His breathing is strenuous. “Harry?”

Harry chuckles and Draco can hear the tears in it. “Yeah, yeah, it’s me, Draco. Christ, I’ve missed you so much—”

“Where-where the hell have you been? Do you know what I’ve—what we’ve all been—”

“—I know, I know. I’m so sorry. I was afraid if I contacted you about this, I wouldn’t have gone through with it. I’m in a Muggle treatment facility in Kent, and have been for almost a month now. I just earned my phone privileges. Did-did the baby come? I know it’s not due for a few days, but Hermione’s never been the most patient person and I bet that extends to her child.” Harry’s laugh is sweet. Overwhelmingly sweet.

Draco laughs, too, before he breaks into several little sniffles, “Yes…you’re right on time, actually. She had the baby today.”

“No way!” exclaims Harry. “I knew it…I had a feeling, and I knew you’d…can you…can you tell me anything about the baby?”

“She’s beautiful,” whispers Draco, shaking his head as his eyes burn and his throat constricts. “She’s going to have Hermione’s hair, for sure, and Ron’s freckles. Her name is Rose.”

“Rose…Christ, I wish I could be there,” says Harry wistfully.

Draco whimpers. “I wish you were here, too. Merlin. Harry, I’m so sorry…”

“No. Don’t be. You did nothing wrong. This was—this was all me. You tried so hard to help me. It was me, okay? Nothing would’ve changed until I decided I wanted to change, so don’t—don’t you apologise for anything. Ever. If you hadn’t put me out, I would have continued to drag you down, and slowly kill myself.”

Draco wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, his lips trembling. “I miss you, every single day.”

“I know, babe.”

Draco squeezes his eyes shut. “I couldn't continue listening to the messages.”

Harry’s voice is soft, careful, as he says, “I’m glad you stopped. They weren’t right. It wasn’t right to do that to you, and I hope you can one day forgive me.”

Draco swallows, his heart in his throat. “Already forgiven.”

Harry says slowly, “I wanted to ask you about something kind of important. See, there’s this meeting for-for loved ones coming up in a couple of days…and I was wondering, would you come? For me, as my partner? I know…I know I’ve been awful, Draco, I’m so sorry. But it would mean the world to me if you could—”

“—Yes,” gasps Draco, sitting up straight, a rush of excitement and happiness flooding him. “Of course, I—I’m so proud of you—”

Harry exhales messily, the sound both jarring and cleansing to Draco’s ears. “I’m…thank you. Thank you for saying that, and, I’m so excited to see you, thank you for giving me...for agreeing. I can text you the address and room number. It’s this Wednesday at noon.”

Draco blinks up at the ceiling, trying to calm his quivering body. “I’ll be there. I promise.”

Harry’s laugh is light. “Thank you.”

Draco’s smile is wobbly as he opens his mouth to say the words, the words that he’s been desperate to say for a month now, but he couldn’t, out of fear that they would never reach Harry, the weight of that possibility too unbearable.

And what if it’s too soon? Maybe Harry’s not ready. Maybe this will all go to pot and Draco will be back at square one with Harry. Maybe—

“Hey, Draco?” interrupts Harry.

Draco clears his throats, his cartwheeling thoughts diminishing like a curl of smoke. “Yes?”

“I love you. Thank you…thank you for not giving up on me,” says Harry, gently.

Draco’s hand covers his face, the hot slide of tears on his flushed cheeks. “I love you too, Harry. Always. Always. Always.”

#drarry microfic #amazing ficlets #still an all-time favorite!#just guts me every time #tw: alcoholism

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xanthippe74 · 8 days

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I podficced some stuff!

Recently, I decided to podfic some of my Drarry stuff, because I’m always searching for new ones to listen to myself, and so is my girlfriend, so I figured I could add to the library of options for other folks. Perhaps some day I will record things other people wrote, as well? We shall see. Turns out this shit is a ton of work. Anyway, in case you’re looking for stuff to listen to:

The Decoy Date: 21 minutes

Harry wants Draco to come with him to an upcoming charity gala. Draco can't figure out why Harry would want him, of all people, to be his fake date for the evening. Surely there must be better options?

A Flower a Day: 8 minutes

The first time he did it, it was mostly a whim. But when the flowers Harry conjured to cheer Draco up make him smile like that, Harry can't resist doing it again. And again. And again.

tired: 7 minutes

After the war, before the trials, Harry visits Draco in Azkaban.

Boy: 1 hour 44 minutes

A reimagining of Cinderella starring Harry as the mistreated ingenue and Draco as the reluctant prince. So, nothing's changed, really.

#drarry #drarry podfics

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xanthippe74 · 8 days

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We're super excited to announce The Tortured Poets Fest, a Harry Potter themed fest centered around Taylor Swift's newest album! ✨

Calling all writers, artists, and video editors! Below are important dates, rules, and information you'll need to know if you'd like to join in with us. This fest is focused on The Tortured Poets Department — Taylor Swift's newest full-length album released on April 19, 2024.

This fest is open to ALL Harry Potter generations including Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen. All pairings are welcome!

We've also created a little community of participants on Discord to help with round tabling and creativity. We'd love if you joined us! This is an 18+ only fest.

⚡️ Timeline

Sign-Ups Open: April 22, 2024

Sign-Ups Close: May 20, 2024

Submissions Due: June 24, 2024

Posting Begins: July 1, 2024

🌙 Sign-Ups & Claiming

You must complete the Google Form for your sign-up as well as claim your choice of prompt on the AO3 collection.

You may only claim one prompt at a time. If you finish your prompt, you may claim an additional prompt, but you must submit your first prompt as per submission guidelines.

One song prompt can be claimed by multiple people (it's not first come, first serve). You can use a song in any way you like for inspiration — title, lyrics, vibes… You do not need to title your work after the song or use lyrics in any way if you don’t want to.

Collaborations are welcome! Collabs can be illustrated fics, multi-writer fics, multi-artist artworks, etc.

✨ Creating

All ships from all generations are welcome (Marauders, Golden Era, and Next Gen). This is not a ship-specific or generation-specific fest.

There is a minimum word count of 1,000 words for all submitted fics. For podfics, the recorded story should be a minimum of 1,000 words. There is no maximum for either fics or podfics.

Multi-chapter fics are allowed, but you must finish the first chapter of the fic by the submission deadline.

All works must be tagged appropriately! In light of the mental health topics alive and real in this album, please consider yourself, your fellow participants, and your readers when discussing any themes on mental health in your works.

🏛️ Posting

Posting will begin on July 1, 2024, and the schedule will not be publicly released.

If you have any questions, please feel free to drop us an ask!

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From your Tortured Poets Mods — @imdamagecontrol @wolfpadx @lemonlans @heartsoncover @multiimoments @abz-coralsunset and it's many helpful and incredible organizers who managed to put this whole fest together in a few days' time 🖤

#HP Tortured Poets Fest #signal boost

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xanthippe74 · 9 days

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Happy Friday to all, but especially my fellow Tortured Poets!

Don't you love when the stars align to make something beautiful for you? That's what happened with my Happy Hour rec for this week.

Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (46,147 words, rated E)

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

I've been in a bit of a fic rut - and definitely not because of a lack of great fic options - but nothing was hitting right for me at this moment in time. Finally, in my marked for later list, I came back across Citrusses' fic, and was thrilled to finally read it. I'd been looking forward to it for a long time because I love Citrusses as a writer. It just so happened to be a perfect pick for the album drop I've been looking forward to as well with it's academic setting and Tortured Poet Draco.

For someone who doesn't enjoy any sports whatsoever, I've recently found that I adore sports fics. The competition and camaraderie provide a setting and tension that I really enjoy and this holds true with rowing as well. Citrusses' dialogue made me laugh out loud several times while reading and the building tension of Harry and Draco's relationship (for good and bad) kept me absorbed in this fic.

Most of all, I loved how Citrusses wrote college students. I so clearly remember being 19-22 and the uncertainty and anxiety that I constantly felt. It's hard to suddenly be expected to be an adult, but have so little experience at it. Citrusses wrote that feeling in a way that was realistic, but gave her characters grace when they made their mistakes.

Even if you are not a Tortured Poet, I think it'd be impossible not to enjoy Citrusses' fic. And if you are a Tortured Poet, once you've finally finished analyzing all the lyrics you should definitely come give this a read to keep those vibes going!

❤️ Lots of Love and Happy Friday! ❤️

PS - if you like this fic, be sure to leave a kudos or a comment!

#lovely rec for an amazing fic!#drarry

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xanthippe74 · 11 days

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hey!

do you have any recs for underrated fics, say fics with less than 50 comments (this is just a number i pulled out of thin air, actual number doesn’t matter).

i feel like i’ve read most drarry fics with more than 100 comments.

bonus points if draco is still a bit of a dickhead and doesn’t included them as auror partners!

thank you!

Hi anon! I definitely got some recs for you, my heart belongs to hidden gems ❤️ I tried to focus on your preferences otherwise this list would get too long bc I got some Auror fics that would be a good fit lol I hope you enjoy these!

Between Two Fires of Beltane by secretsalex (E, 5k)

push and pull you down by M0stlyVoid (E, 5k)

Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (M, 6k)

Heart to Hearth by @jtimu (E, 7k)

Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8k)

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

Saltwater Stain by @the-starryknight (M, 9k)

Clear As Mud by scoradh (M, 10k)

The Taste of Magic by @romaine2424 (M, 10k)

Nothing Left to Burn series by @skeptiquewrites (E, 10k)

draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

Kissed by @potteresque-ire (M, 12k)

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (E, 13k)

Voices From The Fog by noeon (E, 13k)

With Hands Full of Dusk by @corvuscrowned (E, 15k)

The Years That Walk Between by Femme (E, 15k) - past Draco/Snape

Harry Potter and the Werewolf Consultant by 0idontknow0 (E, 15k)

Turn and Face the Strange (time may change me) by @punk-rock-yuppie (T, 16k)

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (M, 19k)

Poor Unfortunate Souls by @doubleappled (E, 19k)

Unfinished Business by cupiscent (E, 20k)

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by calrissian18 (T, 21k)

Let's Go Outside by cryptonym (E, 24k)

The Good Guys by Frayach (E, 26k)

Stain of Silence by brummell (E, 28k)

Sun Thief by BlackRose532, @floydig (E, 28k)

War Wounds by SilentAuror (E, 30k)

In Dreams by @moonflower-rose (E, 38k)

Unseen by RenVeree (T, 47k)

Truth to Materials by lately, @toomuchplor (E, 54k)

Reparo by Amalin (E, 85k)

#rec list #drarry

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xanthippe74 · 12 days

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Thank you @caroll-in! I'm always down for a picrew. Here I am. Clothes: comfy. Music: on. Snack: at hand. Head: full of blorbos.

Tagging @julcheninred, @apricitydays-lazynights, and @rainstormradish (no pressure!)

Got tagged by @tj-dragonblade very cute!

Don't really know who to tag so if you feel like doing it go ahead!

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xanthippe74 · 13 days

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Hey Liv,

My friend had the most chaotic day today. She left on holiday and ended up packing at the last minute. Cue bags overflowing in every room, a dog to get into the car, a kid to pick up at daycare and no time to spare.

THEN her husband’s car broke down so she had to go pick him up almost two hours away with both dog and baby in the backseat….

All this so say: she might need a pick me up.

Do you have a Drarry rec where either of them (or both) are absolute chaos/ are under a bad luck spell /…?

Love love love ❤️

Omg your poor friend! 😱 I’m sorry things have been wild for her, that sounds super stressful and overwhelming! I hope everything was okay in the end. This story actually led to a really interesting ask, I did a mix of curses, pranks and bad luck with a touch of angst at the end - hope they work for what you’re looking for!

Humor/Fluff:

Bad Luck, Red Pants, and Broken Washing Machines by @the-starryknight (T, 2k)

After his five year sentence of magical suppression, Draco Malfoy got used to working without his wand. It's just days like today when nothing seems to be going right that he regrets his life in the Muggle world.

Special Affinity by @skeptiquewrites (E, 4k)

Auror partners Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy seem to have a special affinity for getting into convoluted accidental bonds. Once is a mistake, twice is bad luck, and five times...well five times seems like carelessness, doesn’t it?

Bubbles, Baths, and Bad Luck by manixzen (E, 5k)

A poisonous potion covering Professor Potter nearly head-to-toe would normally be a pretty big deal. It should be as bad as his day gets. But that’s before he’s informed that the cure involves a steamy, hot bath with an unrequited crush.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by Faith Wood (E, 21k)

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that's ever so cross.

At the Crossroads There We’ll Meet by firethesound (E, 24k)

Potter keeps dying; Draco keeps saving him.

Rarely Pure and Never Simple by birdsofshore (E, 28k)

Harry never thought taking a job as Draco Malfoy's bodyguard was going to be easy. Add in a curse that makes Malfoy even more of an obnoxious git than usual, and Harry's got serious problems.

The Four Ds of Apparition (or: Destination, Determination, Deliberation, and Dicks) by @eidheann, @firethesound (E, 36k)

After transferring to the Apparition Department, Harry's life becomes one big dick joke. And all his friends are arseholes. So is Malfoy, but what else is new? AKA Harry Potter and the eighteen twenty dicks.

Draco Malfoy, It's Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (E, 38k)

Even though he's unarmed, injured, lost in the Forbidden Forest, and facing a possible murder charge, Draco Malfoy gets lucky.

Skybound by @xanthippe74 (T, 61k)

No matter how much Harry Potter wanted to believe he’d left danger behind when the war ended, it found him again anyway. All he had to do was step out his own front door on a Tuesday morning. A Drarry re-imagining of Howl’s Moving Castle.

Tea and No Sympathy by who_la_hoop (E, 70k)

It's Potter's fault, of course, that Draco finds himself trapped in the same twenty-four-hour period, repeating itself over and over again. It's been nearly a year since the unpleasant business at Hogwarts, and Draco's getting on with his life quite nicely, thank you, until Harry sodding Potter steps in and ruins it all, just like always.

Angst:

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.

#thank you Liv! 💖#rec list #drarry

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