Fics like Aren't We in a Pickle?

“Are you fucking KIDDING ME!?” Every head in the room snapped towards Robards’ office where a very angry, and very different-looking Harry Potter stood in the doorway. He stood like he was out for blood and zeroed in on Draco. His face did an amusing flutter, which Draco couldn’t quite identify before it settled back on outraged anger. And Draco. Well, Draco felt like he’d been crucioed. Harry actually stomped his way over, and Draco had enough presence of mind to wave his hand at the desk to revert to its previous state before Harry could see that Draco was poking around it. “What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?” Harry barked when he finally stood in front of Draco. Merlin’s beard. Who was this man standing in front of him? Harry’s wild hair was pulled back into a bun and curls fluttered around his face; a far more handsome face than from what Draco remembered as a teen, even more so, probably, if the look of pure hatred and exhaustion wasn’t clouding it. The stupid bloody crush always had to show up when he least wanted it.

Fics like Aren't We in a Pickle?

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