Drarry Fanfic After the dissolution of his marriage and a good bit of soul-searching, Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new Defense teacher. Go figure, it happens to be the same year Draco takes over the role of Potions Master. Neither man is happy about this turn of events. Will they be able to set aside their differences and learn a thing or two about trust and humility on the way? (Spoiler Alert: Yes. Very much so.) Words:86092 complete
This fic was crafted beautifully and did justice to it's trope like no other I might add. If you're looking for fluff, this is all you need, trust me on that:) If you're into the angst/slow burn trope like me, you might find the story inadequate at first, or rushed to be more clear, but once you come around you'll surprise yourself by actively indulging in 90K+ words of pure bliss!
Most fluffy fics have little to no plot going on, and if I'm honest this story lacked what you'd otherwise call a 'solid' plot in other tropes, but don't let that deter you from reading this masterpiece. It'll be worth every second of your time. You'll feel a cacophony of emotions towards the end, ranging from melancholy because it's ending and a bubbly feeling of contentment at the note on which this ends<3 Go read it if you haven't already!
Tropes: – Draco/Harry fanfic – Office romance (professors at Hogwarts) – Enemies to lovers
This was allllllll fluff and smut so it got repetitive after a bit, but I recommend reading it after a more traumatizing Drarry like It Was All Just a Game just to reacquaint oneself with happiness.
The story would have been more wonderful if the author spent more time on developing the scenes that built up to their relationship, but I still enjoyed reading it.
Some Favorite Quotes: Harry idly wondered if Malfoy owls were selected based on their ability to look condescending or if that was a skill they were taught after the fact.
He pointed his wand--slowly; don't want to startle jumpy ex-Aurors/Dark Lord slayers
"I didn't exactly plan it, Pans. I joked, he laughed; I teased, he blushed."
"You want to date Draco Malfoy," Ron said slowly. Harry nodded. "Are you sure you haven't been confunded or something? Maybe eaten some bad fish?"
While the reality seemed much too good for someone like him, it was, by all accounts, true. Improbably, exquisitely so.
"You are such a Philistine," Draco mocked, but he was smiling. "Joke's on you," Harry retorted, "I don't even know what that means."