The Dark HPverse
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Eight years after the Battle of Hogwarts,
A famous, divorced, depressed Saviour who can no longer find meaning in his life,
A former Death Eater returning from his exile in France, widowed and with a baby...
Magic happens.Or how Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter ended up being bound by a son, seventy-seven vows and a D/s contract.
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- Part 1 of Granted Wishes
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Fifty years after the Second Wizarding War with Voldemort, Harry Potter is a different man. But worst of all — Britain's a whole different world, one where those like him are never safe. Everything is grim for Harry, until one day Draco Malfoy makes the front page of the Daily Prophet.
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The Alpha's precious treasure by PollyWeasley for Ladderofyears
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Jan 2020
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After the horrible destruction the Slytherin kingdom faced under King Tom Riddle's hands, King Lucius entered into a peace tread with Gryffindor kingdom, asking to keep his throne in exchange for a marriage with his omega son, Prince Draco. Of course, King Harry accepts, and now the most precious jewel of Slytherin Kingdom is going to become a true king consort of the Gryffindors.
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Rule one as a new Ministry recruit, avoid Harry Potter. He's rude, mean, intimidating and grouchy. Except—wait—why is he smiling? Wait, he's married to who?
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To Hold You in the Earth's Unholy Din by visiblecurrent
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
05 Jun 2025
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“Prince Draco.” The sound of the guard’s voice sent a shiver through him.
“You may speak,” Draco said carefully.
“I apologise.” Potter’s voice had an aching edge of sincerity to it, none of the snark from before. “An Alpha isn’t able to control who… responds to his scent.”
Anger flared in Draco’s chest. How dare this guard make some assumption about what Draco could sense? “Apologies are for equals. You’re less than nothing to me, guard,” Draco spat. “Don’t you dare assume otherwise. You’ll speak only when spoken to, or you’ll find yourself exiled from this kingdom without a sickle to your name.”
“Yes, my prince.”
My prince. His voice, rich and dark. His scent, musk and spice and loamy earth. It wasn't proper for a guard to smell that way. To make Draco's spine draw taut as a bowstring, to kick up sparks in the pit of his belly. Like a promise. Like a calling.
Draco wondered if the guard could smell him. If he could feel Draco's body responding to his scent, wanton and ready. Slick.
He cast the guard a final glance, chest tight and cheeks hot.
Draco needed to rid himself of this guard. And soon.