"He wants to feel something more than the scorching, merciless shame and embarrassment that fill him every time he looks at Potter and remembers what he symbolises; peace, and love, and courage and freedom. All the things Draco has never felt."

Happiness is a choice.

Over time, fake turns real.

They haven't fucked in over three months now; or maybe it's been longer. The last time they fooled around at all was a week ago when Harry woke Draco up by sucking him off, before promptly getting interrupted when Scorpius came banging at their bedroom door./ It's always worth the wait when it's been a while.

"What I'd like," Potter says seriously, "is to kiss you." "What?" he breathes. "I think I'd like to kiss you," Potter repeats sombrely, no hint of mirth evident. "You think?" Draco says steadily, proud of himself for holding himself together. "I know," Potter says simply, and kisses Draco.

After he accidentally gets Malfoy pregnant on a drunken fuck at a club, Harry doesn't anticipate that it'd be just as easy to fall in love with him. [mpreg, alpha werewolf Harry, Veela Draco, knotting, NC-17]

Tonight, Draco takes the reins; Harry yields, willingly. (Established Relationship, Bottom Draco, Power Bottom Draco, Top Harry, Domestic Drarry, Mild Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Mild D/s elements, Kissing, Oral Sex, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Face Sitting, Face Fucking, Anal Sex, Bottoming From the Top, Smut, Cuddling)

This holiday season, Harry decides to claim the gift he wants more than anything else.

Harry would've never thought that spending Christmas with Draco Malfoy, doing nothing at all in particular, could bring him as much happiness as it does.

Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours. Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not "people" – not to Draco anyway. Does Draco plan to fall in love with Harry when he decides to help him? No. Does he end up falling in love with him anyway? Pft, what do you think?

"Oh, shit," he groans, "This is like Cinderella, isn't it! Like Cinderella, but with a cock. Cock instead of slippers." Where Harry's hexed so that he can't lose his erection until he sleeps with his soulmate. If only those were easier to find. [HP/DM]

Potter is panting moist puffs of air into his face and grinding what is now a full-on erection against Draco's own, glaring at Draco with the same mixture of confusion-exasperation-helpless-raging want that Draco feels for the git, day after day, coursing through his bloodstream, making him feel at once like he's flying and drowning.

He thought about the way Harry looked at him, smiled at him; about the way Draco's head was nearly always full of him, all day every day, and about the way Draco sometimes deliberately went to bed still smelling of him, refusing to acknowledge what it meant – because he already fucking knew what it meant. What all of it meant. (Written as part of Draco's birthday celebrations!)

He had absolutely no idea what was about to happen. Maybe Malfoy would kick him in the face. Maybe he'd scream loud enough that the whole school would rush in and see him lying there between Malfoy's legs with his cock rock hard. Or maybe he and Malfoy would have sex.

They meet by the scented candles. Potter asks him to dinner. Draco says yes and later, back at home, the candle seems to burn a lot brighter than usual. [Ficlet; Coping, Love, a little fluff]

Now Draco's cock is stirring, and he can't breathe because all he can think of is screaming Harry's name while Harry pins him down and mindlessly fucks him into total incoherency. Because hell yes, that would be sexy as fuck and Draco is officially in so much trouble. [bottom!Draco, shameless smut]

(SEQUEL TO 'GOOD TALK, POTTER') "What we have is fucking incredible, Potter, and nobody can fucking deny that, capisce? Except my father, of course." "Oh, trust me, love," I say, a plan shaping itself in my mind out of literally nowhere, sudden and blinding in its intensity. "Not for long." [bottom!Draco; Rimming, Anal; Established Relationship; Fluff and Romance]

Potter begins to take me apart, each savage, pounding thrust peeling away layer after layer of everything that I am, reaming me open in a way that makes me wonder how I'll ever be able to let anybody else but him fuck me after this. [Bottom Draco, hung!Harry, PWP, basically just porn, yeah.]

They don't cuddle, they don't talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other's arms. [bottom!Draco, Fluff and Humour, Auror Partners]

Harry's come is trickling out of my arse as I say 'I do' and promise to love and cherish Blaise in sickness and in health. The love of my life is preparing to leave the country as I smile for photographs. The excruciating agony of my heart shattering nearly brings me to my knees on what ought to have been the happiest day of my life. [bottom!Draco]

This fic contains: - A fight. - Make up sex. - ...That's about it. Shameless porn, folks. As per usual. Lol. [Contains: bottom!Draco, Rimming, Anal, Oral]

Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that's exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed. [bottom!Draco, hung!Harry, Size Kink, Humour]

"I never would have thought you had it in you," Potter's heated murmur against his jaw is dark and full of depraved promises. "I'll give you this much, Malfoy, you sure know how to get a man's attention."

Malfoy's interest is caught by a certain Muggle drug store item. (Hint: Flavoured Condoms)

A short sequel to 'In Your Arms, Rests My World' - a tiny glimpse into the boys' future; four little scenes. Picks up while they're still at Hogwarts, ends right before the epilogue in the main fic.

Harry presses his mouth to his forehead; he wants to tell him he'll never leave, that he wouldn't dream of it. "You make me feel safe, Potter" Malfoy whispers. "You keep me safe." (Sequel: The Happily Ever After - is up!)

"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?"

"Nobody kissed me like Harry did. He kissed like he flew; he kissed like he duelled - with his whole being, not caring about anything else. I had never felt as vulnerable as I did when he kissed me, seizing all and any control I had over myself. But when Harry kissed me, I felt free..."