Author: mahaliem
Title: Terms of Endearment
Rating: R
WC: 3000+/-
Reccer's Summary: Hijinks at Hogwarts lead to a life-long habit. Teasing!Draco & Not-So-Oblivious!Harry

Why?
It's been grand, thank you, and I'll do a month o' reccing again in a moment (and maybe I might squeeze a few others in; there's a few hours left on my Reccing Clock), but I must say I like this fic as a parting gift. It's by a favourite author, one who writes fic I tend to read and re-read, and it's humorous and kewt and schmexy, in a boyish fashion.
There's a hundred, or maybe five, that I would also recc and I apologize sincerely to those I didn't manage to stuff into my month by hook or by crook. I wish I could've; I do adore to say nice things of you, darlings, and you know that. Thanks for reading, please make sure to luuuurve the authors and have a most, best summer season!
Hugs, Tiger 

Author: fireflavored
Recipient: cassie_black12
Title: Party of Two
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco
Summary: Drinking, sex, and a total misreading of the concept of fuck buddies.
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.
Warning(s): Unabashed alcohol abuse. Oh, and for some reason, Draco is a tailor. idek.
Epilogue compliant? Oh, no. I would say definitely not.
Word Count: ~13,600
Author's Notes: So, Cassie…I may have taken that drunk!boys part of your prompt and run a little hard with it. *looks shifty* What can I say? I love bars! :D


WHY?
Oh, this fic literally struck me. I was wandering about and it smacked me right across the kisser. Made me smile when times were grey & bleak. Absolutely delighted me. So....enjoy? May a past-master of H/D fanfiction do for you what was done for me: lift thine spirits lightly and remind thee of the charm and the light. Life is not all about about the rough and sour; sometimes it's about serendipity, the citrus and the sweet. This one's about drinking heavily and to that I can relate (massive grin).

Title: Hardly Working

Author: 1ightning
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating:  PG-13 (later rated R)
Author's Summary: Harry's desire to work with dragons is a liability, and unfortunately this seems to be Draco's problem.
1/15 [in a series]: Featuring Harry, Draco and a potted plant.

Why?
Well, I've read it something like ten or twelve times over, possibly more. I read it every few months because it is that good. It is light and funny, with depth and gravity, just like a trifle, really. All that lovely creamy flangst studded with berries of biting witty clever. Yes, well. Now I'm craving sugar, but I do believe this will satisfy your itch, should you have one.

Author: treacle_tartlet
For: aquila_star
Title: What Else Had I To Do But Love You?
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: R
Summary: It is the spring of 1895. Following the arrest of Oscar Wilde, the Honourable Draco Malfoy has been called home by his father, Viscount Malfoy, who has heard rumours of Draco’s involvement with Wilde, ‘Bosie’ Douglas, and their circle. When Draco’s involvement with the handsome young gamekeeper threatens to derail his father’s plans to see him safely married off to the daughter of Lord Greengrass, the Viscount issues him an ultimatum: marry Astoria, or be disinherited.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters are the property of JK Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Word Count: ~6,500
Beta(s): The delicious dysonrules, the lovely lotus_lizzy , and the tantalising tari_sue.
Author’s Notes: aquila_star, I tried to get as many of your prompts in as possible; I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! The title has been borrowed from ‘Flower of Love’ by Oscar Wilde.

WHY?

A decent AU fic has always been a concept that has rather fascinated me, as magic is integral to canon HP, in my mind, and where would one be without it? Stuck in just another flangsty, angsty teenage drama? But, simultaneously, it begs the question: is the relationship we postulate so urgently for Harry and Draco robust enough to maintain and progress forward without any form of deus ex machina, any distraction to draw away the reader from its potential weaknesses? And then, too, how might one mix 'magic' back in a story without being heavy-handed about it?

Well, history is magic, of a sort. The trappings of the past, the events, as viewed from our perspective. The issues, some long gone, some incredibly up-front and persistent. The archaic garb and food and social mores and traditions.

And then there's the issue of simple requirement. Three-fifth's of Maslow's Hierarchy is concerned with the needs of 'Self': love, acceptance, sexual intimacy, creativity. Hmmm...seems important, yes? Not something to sweep under the carpet.

So. This is a fic that gently prods a person into thinking, really thinking, about the crucial need for love and for acceptance. No matter the gender, the colour, the faiths, the culturalization omnipresent or the risks involved, one must make a choice at some point in one's life: who am I? What is it I need? What is it I want?

Me, I am of the mind that it will get better and that it actually is being better, all the time. With every small stab at the monolith, more mortar crumbles.

And, of course, this fic is charming. It's so sweet, the manner in which it builds back up hope with fingertips, not trowels (allow me to stomp on my metaphor, please, establishing it firmly in your mind) slapping sloppy. It proclaims in cultured tones that love, myriad love--affection, respect, attraction, care, passion--is the perogative of the people, their foundation. And that the courageous will never unlearn that lesson. One does not always need to tear down to build anew. Like Troy, we are rooted very deep in the soil and there's gold down below.

This tale is one such nugget. Tell me, do you see where I'm going with this? Oh, brilliant! You do! I had every faith you would, fellow shippers!

Off my soapbox now, so please enjoy this offering. I'll be cramming any number of fic recs in these last two days of my tenure, so be sure to come back again and look for more, do. I'll make certain to point you to the good stuff. Though, you know, I could go on reccing for a year and never be finished.

Title: The Remedy (1/15)
Author: enchanted_jae
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,030
Disclaimer: Characters are the property of JK Rowling, et al. This fic was written for fun, not for profit.
A/N: Written for the AWDT prompt, Be sure to wear flowers in your hair.


WHY?
If you want it, enchanted_jae has it. Trust me, it's all there: every kink, trope, additional kink, fluffy-fluff-fluff, mpreg, top! and bottom! variety, animagi, kilt, leather glove and Fifi you can or will ever, ever conceive of desiring. And many more. This woman--this WRITER, this AUTHOR Extraordinaire--deserves a GOLDEN PEEN medal for being consistently brilliant for A Very Long Time. Through thick and thin, she hath written, and what she writeth is effing well bloody good. Nay, great. Always, always.
I laugh, I sniffle sometimes, and now and then (okay, more often than merely that) I squirm in my swivelly seat. enchanted_jae truly is just as the package says: enchanting.

So, I am an avowed and faithful fan and this particular set is one of my favourites. But, lo! Be not afraid, it's a bloody smorgasbord, her tag page. Go look! But start here, do. You'll love this one, trust me.

Happy Beltane, luthien82 ! (circa 2007]
Her request: I'm a sucker for UST lately, and I mean the really, really bad kind where you sit at the edge of your chair and think multiple times "YES, NOW, YES!" and then they get interrupted AGAIN! Wouldn't mind a "FINALLY!!!" at the end, but it's not a must. Oh, and fluff is nice too, though I'm not picky about angst if it gets better (I don't want to hang in there). Snape as Harry's or Draco's mentor or father figure would be nice, too :)
My comments: I hope this is alright. I must admit that UST is not my forte. And I’m sorry I could not get Snape to play with the boys in this.
Title: Three Little Words
Author: sassy_cissa
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Draco, with a side of Harry/OMC
Word count: 5,320
Summary: “Once the words were said, there was no way to take them back…make them go away…pretend they never happened.”
Author's Note: I want to thank the girls who literally held my hand through writing this. It is truly better because of each and every one of you! And thank you to my, as of now, nameless Beta. You jumped in with little knowledge of me and also helped make this story better. 

WHY?
Two words: Um...yes?
Sorry, three.
Please.
I adore UST. This is an USTY, gusty extravaganza of UST. Yummy. Go for it!

Title: The Arrangement
Author: rurounihime
Pairing: H/D
Rating: R
Summary: It's worked for years. Why change it now?
Disclaimer: The boys are not mine. I do not pimp them out for money. Honest.
A/N: Written for the lovely and talented coffeejunkii. She should be on everyone's f-list. I wuv her.

Reccer's Note: Long fic is long. 65,000 words at least, spread out in parts. Also a sequel, Six Months of Manchester.

Available on skyhawke and A03, bless rurounihime's generous heart.

WHY?

In 2006 rurounihimeposted the first of this fic, as a gift to another awesomesauce author. We, fandom, became a set of very fortunate Anatidae that day. It still continues on, and it's the most heart-warming, heart-wrenching, loveliest of tales, that of Harry and Draco. It's always been one of my very, very favourites and it's one of the few I stayed up all night reading, when first I came across it on skyhawke. It's been recced numerous times, too, but I've no shame in reccing it now, again.

And not to fret, it's not a WIP, per se. I abhor WIPs; I'd never recc anything that won't provide a reader some sort of decent closure. This does, you see, so you're safe anough. But it also continues, as the author's inspired, and I love her all the more for it. This is a fanverse I am more than happy to exist in and such is the gift of the author that a reader does, indeed, dwell there. And thinks back fondly of it when departing, and only wishes to return again. Like Narnia, in a way. This fic provides refuge...and a grand helping of true magic.

Author: byblythe
Word Count: Long fic is long
Reccer's Warnings: Extreme delight is possible side effect, as is prolonged engagement of brain, sorting delicious snark. And squeeing. You may also find yourself chuckling and chortling. Knowingly.
Also at skyhawke.


Why?

Everyone on the planet should read this.  Oh, yes.
Me, I love the language, I love the complexity and the power of it. I love to watch the antics of people and particularly two clever men deep in love and splashing about; 'the water's lovely; come in and join me, won't you, old chap?'.
I adore to be charmed: to go about my little ant's life grinning for hours after due solely to a nifty turn-of-phrase. I literally squee over prolonged to just the proper degree sustained UST and flirting, especially when it is not only lust and corporeal passion. When the two combatants are deep in play of the chess game we call Love, that's when it's best, all that verbal foreplay.
...Or perhaps it is more that these two, Harry and Draco, are fencing, but they are more musketeers together than adversaries, IMHO. Oooh! But I do love that!
However, whatever the pose each strikes, the stance each takes; howsoever they plot, tease, scheme and wear guises, this fic details their mutual journey to a fine understanding of each other. And very simply, stripped of all the fine furbellows of my poor verbiage, this fic makes me happy, leaves me happy. It needs to be read. And knowledge of its existence in this world requires to be shared.
Happy reading, compadres!

Title: Drink Up Thy Zider: A South Hams Pomona

Author: wemyss
Prompt: #263 (first in list) submitted by tari_sue
Rating: BBFC certificate 15
Pairing(s): Harry/Draco; past Harry/Ginny and Draco/Asteria; Albus Severus/Scorpius; Blaise Zabini/Justin Finch-Fletchley; Dean Thomas/Seamus Finnigan; Pansy Parkinson/Theo Nott; Neville Longbottom/Luna Scamander (née Lovegood); past Neville/Hannah Abbott; Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger and other canon Weasley pairings; minor pairings of no moment
Summary: Harry, like Draco a widower, their children being adults or soon to become so, has retired to a South Hams village, where he farms and makes cider in a gentlemanly way, not that the Ministry accepts that he’s not a political threat. When Draco is accused of huge losses and malfeasance in his position at Goldstein & Zabini, the private and merchant bank that straddles the Muggle-magical boundary, Blaise and Pansy arrange for him to escape to South Devon whilst awaiting the investigation. Naturally, Draco’s friends – and his mother and his son – have a hidden agenda.
Warnings: Aberforth’s goat; Anglicanism; anti-Semitism on the part of a villain; campanology; church choirs; church fêtes; clotted cream; comedy of manners; cream teas; cricket; the Deathly Hallows; dubious persons from the Continent; Euroscepticism; farm animals; ‘Free speech, free passes, class distinction, / Democracy and proper drains’ (Betjeman); French, Greek … and Latin; intemperate language by characters who really must know better; the Matter of Britain; middle-aged persons shagging like recent school-leavers (and contrariwise); ministerial skulduggery; Muggle and next-generation original characters; past character death (referenced); past terror attacks, post-War (referenced); Peter Mandelson (referenced); puns (awful); quotations from most of the corpus of English literature; real cider, real perry, and real ale; remarriages; rude songs sung by drunken village cricketers and choristers; rural accents; the Shipping Forecast; social consciousness; tea; tobacco use; wealth, unabashed; Wurzels.
Word Count: Just a trifle over 40k, I’m afraid: 40,049.
Author's Notes: (with story)
Also available on A03

WHY?
Oh. My. Gawd.
Well, it's King Arthur. It's Merrie Olde England, rollicking and frolicking. It's tea cozies and pips, high finance and the Wizarding version of Circus shenanigans, and it's bloody glorious, all of it. Meaty (like venison, spit-roasted over a fire built of apple tree branches), fragrant (of meadow grass bathed in the sun or beeswax candles at the font), tasty (as the zider in the title promises), crisp (as Pomona's green drapery, flapping), and layered rich and deep and fruitfully. There's seeds buried within the rabbit starts and orchards lyrical and real requiring pruning; there's Draco and there's Harry, finding new life again in the long golden light of autumn; there's Albus Severus and Scorpius rolling like randy puppies in the veritable hay and an ensemble cast that will stun and delight you. This fic is literally saturated; it is drenched. One cannot help but read it at one sitting and then beg for more, more, more. I did, the first time. I believe my appetite was so whetted by the A/N and Summary, I was drooling, chomping at the bit to begin. And I did, armed fortuitiously with a piping pot of tea, sweets and shortbread wedges and a feline companion to warm my lap. You should, too, and please make certain to be comfortable from the start, as you won't be budging from your seat for an instant, all through. No...really, you won't.

TITLE: Impossible Girl
Author: aandropotterist
RATING: NC17
PAIRINGS: Harry/Draco.
SUMMARY: Harry's saving-people-thing works out, for once.
A/N: ~4000 words. Post-HBP (spoilers). Rubber dresses, public display, wallsex. Unavoidably influenced by scribbulus_ink's I Feel Pretty and I'm Too Sexy, and icarusancalion's Beg Me For It series.

WHY???
Bonus Kink!!!
Draco fitted out in a rubber dress with eyeliner (plum) and thigh-high stockings, Harry clad in leather trousers and a shortie mesh shirt. Snogging and groppage on a club chair in an honest-to-gawd Muggle dance club. Villains! Tonks! Danger! Boys being girls and girls being boys and snark just absolutely splashed all over, like glitter! Yes. You should read this, right now. Start the weekend properly.


Long weekend is long, however, Stateside, where Decoration Day hath shaded into Memorial Day and the dead heroic are celebrated by national consumption of BBQ feasts, beer, fast cars and parades. I have LONG RECS to give you, then, and some in the spirit of Heroes.  .