CopperCatbird

To You, My World

Another world, like what? Someplace far away, Harry thinks, where none of it ever happened? There, he and Malfoy were simple childhood rivals, or maybe even friends, flying brooms through a clear blue sky and clouds singing with sunlight. Another world.

Harry’s running: away from the grief, from expectation, from Ron’s rage and Hermione’s helpfulness and Malfoy’s stupid dead dragon egg. If he runs far enough, fast enough, long enough, surely he’ll find where he's meant to be.

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Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Trauma, Grief, Hurt/Comfort, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Has a Saving People Thing, Good Draco Malfoy, Brief Memory Loss, Other Worlds, Dragonologist Draco Malfoy Dragons magical lore, Smut Top Draco Malfoy/Bottom Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy/Top Harry Potter, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Outdoor Sex, Mates, egg boys, a roguish ghost, gargoyles and their roses, Draco malfoy is a Dork, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, but boy does he have them, Angst with a Happy Ending, heavy on the romance, Family, Forgiveness, brief & mild gore/violence, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Magical Rituals, Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Legilimency Sex (Harry Potter), Daddy Issues, his greenhouse on a mountain of garbage, Drarry are obsessed with each other, Draco and Harry try to hatch a Dragon Egg, w/ sexy (yet harrowing) results!, This is a story about healing, H/D Wireless 2026 . I have a village of people to thank for this fic but I'm going to begin with the two that, without them, there would have been no story. @coppercatbird and @upon-poppyhills you were the most incredible friends and sherpas up the mountain that was writing this. There aren't words enough for your time and support and attention. Copper, thank you for carrying me over the finish line. Poppy, thank you for pushing me to the start. Next my magnificent betas @moonmanatee and @elskanellis (and also copper!) who were SO with me ALL THE WAY and I just couldn't sing your praises more. This was an eleventh hour endeavor and your wonderful edits and enthusiasm made this fic a billion times better. @greattemptation, @fluffyunderneath, @xalandrix and the taskmasters, thank you for providing the support and cheers I needed exactly when I needed it. Thank you not least to the mods of @hd-wireless I was woefully over deadline and I deeply appreciate your patience & accommodation !!

@dryrsheet it was an honor to write for you my friend. Really, truly.

8.8k - Rated M - No archive warnings, but check the tags! - Inspired by "Spring Into Summer" by Lizzie McAlpine.

Summary: They meet again—like the setup to a bad joke—at a bar.

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Aaaahhh yay! We made it! My endless gratitude toward the mods for their patience and understanding through every extension. And to the village of friends that helped make this happen, particularly @basicallyahedgehog, @elskanellis, and @greattemptation, and my IRL friend, all of whom were instrumental to this crossing the finish line. I love you all so very much.

For @drarrymicrofic, prompt: Silver, with additional words from the Summer Bingo Card. Words: 475.

This is my life now, he thinks, sitting on the branch outside Potter’s window, watching Potter look back at him. This is it. At work, Draco overhears him in the Ministry cafeteria 

“At first it only turned up every now and then, but now it comes almost every day,” Potter tells Granger.

“I’ve never seen a bird like it. It’s so pale it’s almost like silver. I wondered if it might have leucism. Can birds have that?” Potter asks Lovegood.

“I think the bird likes me,” Potter tells Finnigan. “I’ve called it David.”

Draco even starts singing. He hadn’t known he could, but his bird body knows things Draco doesn’t. It comes as naturally as speech.

Some days, he has trouble transforming back. Being human feels strange afterwards. His skin is a little too fragile. The bathroom tiles bite into the soles of his feet and his clothes feel too heavy.

His eyes see too little.

He prefers Potter’s window, where there is nothing and he is no one.

Potter has started opening it for him, leaving seeds and nuts on the sill. He talks to him, too. Calls him David, sweet thing and precious.

“Are you all alone, sweet thing? Like me?”

“I’m tired, David. Are you tired? I know I don’t have a right to be.”

“Sometimes I’m back in the woods, and it makes me happy.”

Draco doesn’t always understand what Potter is talking about, but he likes to listen.

“Sometimes I feel like I know you, David. Weird, isn’t it? Were you there? In the forest? Is that why you’re here? Sometimes I think that’s why.”

Draco sings in response. What else is there to do? He often wonders what really happened there. What makes Potter want to go back.

It’s a Tuesday when Potter doesn’t come home after work. Draco waits outside the empty room until dark.

He comes back the next day. And the third. He even stays there all night, calls in sick at work.

By the fourth, he shows up and starts listening at the Ministry. He knows where to go. Where the rumour lives.

“Curse damage,” someone whispers, “Something went wrong on a mission. Poor thing.”

Draco transforms in an alley behind the Ministry and flies all the way to St Mungo’s. The wards bounce him straight back. He tries again several times, but the wards clearly recognise Animagus magic.

Furious, Draco transforms back and storms inside. He flashes his Ministry credentials and says “Unspeakable business” with enough conviction that no one asks questions. It gets him through three sets of doors and past an increasingly suspicious Healer.

Potter is lying very still, his face turned towards the window. Draco stops beside the bed, all his certainty suddenly gone.

Then Potter opens his eyes. He looks straight at Draco.

“David,” he says. “I knew you’d come.” (Words from bingocard: Animagi and pining.) *** A huge thank you to @fluffyunderneath for proofreading this story. You are so very dear to me. I also wrote this as a little ode to Pierre, the puffin with leucism from her lovely fic Salt, who has a very special place in my heart. No bingo yet, maybe next time?

So excited to claim As She Walks By as my fic written for the @hd-wireless fest this year! This angsty story was inspired by Heather by Conan Gray, and (I hope) tugs at your heart just as much as the song does.

Harry’s getting married. Draco’s dead inside.

@draykray I hope I did justice to your delicious prompt, it was such an honor to write for you, my dear friend! And a huge thank you to @mihorina for beta reading!

M | 35K words

Please note, you may not like all the characters either throughout this story or even at the end of it. It is messy and angsty and difficult—like love often is. Please proceed with caution.

My entry for @ronsy-fest is live! I had so much fun writing these two 🥰

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: silver | 700 ish words

bingo prompts: exes to lovers, bodyswap, sports, draco pov, present tense

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“We have to tell them!”

“Why?”

Draco makes a strangled noise. “Why?” He resists the urge to shake Potter. “I don’t know! Maybe because we’re in each other’s bodies?”

To further prove his point, Draco throws his hand at the entirety of Potter, who isn’t really Potter, but Draco. His white-blonde hair. His sharp features. His Quidditch jersey emblazoned with ‘Malfoy’ in bold letters across his chest. But for the constipated scowl that is unmistakably Potter’s, Draco could be looking at a mirror. 

“The match is starting in fifteen minutes,” Potter says, “We don’t have time to fix this.”

“You’re not seriously suggesting we play France like this. I know you’re a constant fount of bad ideas, but this is insane, even for you.”

Potter folds his arms across his chest. “You used to be a good Seeker.”

“Fuck you. I’m an excellent Seeker,” Draco says immediately, and regrets it at Potter’s triumphant smirk. “You’re not a Chaser, you idiot!”

“I can pass and throw a Quaffle,” Potter says easily. “Malfoy, I know you don’t think much of me, but do you really think I would risk this if I wasn’t certain?”

Draco grits his teeth against the long, agonising scream threatening to blow from the depths of his soul. Of course he knows this. Potter may have been the world’s lousiest boyfriend but he was — is one of the best Quidditch captains in the world. 

Fuck it.

If they tell anyone the fanmail they’d touched had cursed them to swap bodies, they’ll be banned from competing in the Cup. Draco can’t have that. He’ll not wait another four years to win.

He stalks forward and jabs Potter in the chest. “If you embarrass me out there, I am going to fucking kill you.”

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“I’m going to fucking kill you!”

Potter stalks ahead of him. “Dobbs was a dickhead. He barely passed to me.”

“He’s always been a dickhead!” Draco grabs his wrist, forcing him to face him. “Just not to you.”

Silvery-grey eyes blink back at him before narrowing in anger. “Has he —“

“Yes, because he’s a dickhead. We’ve established this,” Draco cuts in. He can’t take Potter being inflamed on his behalf like an avenging knight. It’s too reminiscent of before. Next thing he knows his stomach will start fluttering like a schoolgirl’s and then it’s his dignity gone on Pansy’s shoulder while he weeps about missing Potter’s smell. He clears his throat. “We’re lucky that I am an excellent Seeker, but we can’t play against Bulgaria with you acting like some third-rate amateur.”

“Then help me.” Potter grips him back, his voice fierce.

Draco stares. 

“We have a week until the next match.”

Draco stares some more. Potter’s hand is warm. So very warm.

“Draco.”

Not Malfoy. Draco.

Draco presses his thumbs to his temples and groans. 

“I fucking hate you.”

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Of course Draco helps him. Potter may be an idiot for thinking up this barmy plan, but Draco is even more of an idiot because he can never say no.

And so they train. 

Late at night and in the ungodly hours of early dawn. At Potter’s spacious lodgings or at the Quidditch pitch of some rich entrepreneur Pansy knows. Somehow, without Draco’s permission, it was 2002 again and every waking minute of his life is filled with Harry Potter.

It’s a little different of course, given he is never actually looking at Potter, but himself. And it’s odd, seeing his face do things without his control. Odder still to see Harry’s mannerisms come through despite it. The constant furrow on his brow, the haphazard way he runs his fingers through his hair, uncaring that it makes Draco look like an electrocuted chicken, his posture when flying. His undeniable skill. 

His smile.

Four years later and Draco still has no defence to seeing Potter so unguarded. So happy.  

So one quiet night, Draco gives in and kisses him. Wet, open-mouthed. Hungry. Right there on the Quidditch pitch in their sweat-soaked jerseys.

He tries not to think about the fact that it’s his own lips he’s devouring, which is surprisingly easy because Harry kisses him like before. Like the past four years never happened. Like they’ve never been apart. All of him poured onto Draco like liquid fire. Fingers sinking in his hair while the rest of him grinds Draco into the dirt. 

“Holy shit.”

“Yeah. Fuck — I missed this.”

“No, I mean yes! But.” Draco drags himself away with effort. “Potter, open your eyes.”

Harry does, slow and sweet like a newborn fawn. And for the first time in days, Draco is no longer looking at silver.

But green.

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honestly this feels like the spiritual successor to my fic So You Think You're Cursed (if Drarry ever broke up) (which they won't) (but if they do)

Don't Stop Me Now by Lyn7

Harry Potter is the best Seeker in the Intergalactic M-Quid League. He's also bored, lonely, and spending his nights on the SYNK tipping small streamers anonymously just to feel a bit better about himself. One night he finds a streamer with zero viewers by the name of "Dragon", who seems to be curiously inept at technology for this day and age. Dragon doesn't know who Harry Potter is. Harry would like to keep it that way.

Jealous

Okay, never done this before, but okay. This is me claiming my fic from Wireless 2026. The plot is as stupid as the plots in most of my fics tend to be, which is to say: crack treated (somewhat) seriously. I won't say too much, but there is a Reddit post involved, and at some point a bunch of Reddit users descend on Harry like a pack of hungry wolves. I had to much fun with usernames and repsonses. Summary:

Harry wants to like Draco’s new boyfriend. He’s nice, polite, and by all accounts perfect for Draco. Unfortunately, Harry would also quite like to launch him into the sun. Or, Harry turns to the internet for advice and gets a lot more than he bargained for.

Thank you so much to my wonderful beta- and cheerteam. First of all, thank you for holding my hand through all of this, @fluffyunderneath, and for making the wonderful moodboard for this post. You are genuinely the best fandom friend a girl could ask for, and you mean so much to me. This story quite literally would never have happened without you! ❤️ Next, @upon-poppyhills, your encouragement and all your lovely comments in the doc made me want to keep going with this story even when I was ready to give up on it. I'm so incredibly glad to have you in my life! ❤️

And last, but definitely not least, thank you @nsasquith and @coppercatbird for helping me beta this fic and beat it into submission! I adore you both and am endlessly grateful for your sharp eyes and your patience. Thank you so much! ❤️ Thank you to the wonderful mods of @hd-wireless, for hosting one of the best fests in the Drarry universe! You are rockstars!

31k | E | Drarry

Tags: EWE, Curse Breaker Harry Potter, Unreliable Narrator, Unhinged Draco Malfoy, Angst, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Obsessions, Superstitions, Pining, Yearning, Draco Malfoy is Obsessed with Harry Potter, Cursed Harry Potter, Cursed Draco Malfoy, Indonesian Folk Horror, Indonesian Magical System, Rituals, Near Death Experiences, Grey Morality, Mental Health Issues, Top Draco Malfoy, Anal Sex, Dubious Consent, Anal Fingering, Somnophilia, Draco is crazy, Blow Job

Summary:

Draco Malfoy? They say he's disturbed. Manipulative. Controlling. That he dosed his boyfriend, Harry Potter, with love potions? That when they broke up, the Weasleys threw a party!

Rumour has it that Malfoy is still in denial. Allegedly, he camped outside Mr Potter's residence for months. And now he’s stalked Mr Potter across the globe!

But the question is...is that really what happened?

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The quick answer is no.

But the long answer involves deadly curse, a suicidal road trip in the woods of Indonesia, two psychos willing to die for each other, two traditional sentient blades, two rituals, seventeen lemon trees, twenty mortal perils, a hundred shags, a thousand superstitions, and a million heaven’s blessings.

The fic was a collab with my amazing friend @fantalfart who drew such a magnificent illustrations aka memes aka the hottest nsfw artworks. One of them was this illustration of draco being his-unhinged-and-obssessed self which was the heart of this story. And two hottest nsfw arts which you can see in the end of each chapter of this fic.

This was set in my home country and explored some Indonesian folklore horror. And a self-indulgent try to mix Indonesian existing folklore magical system into HP world (which was my childhood dream lmao)

Special thanks to @upon-poppyhills for the cheering and support. Also to @coppercatbird for the beta reading, and @fantalfart for beta reading, support, and be the best collab partner I could have asked for.

[HD Wireless Fic Claim]

Werewolves of London

by poppyhills

Tags: Werewolf Draco, Werewolf Harry, Werewolf Mates, Forced Bonding, Second Chances, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Mating Bond, Mating Bites, Angst and Feels, Romance, Mutual Pining, Dragon Tamer Harry , Alpha Draco, Fighting as Foreplay, Anal Sex, Switching, First Time, Biting Kink, Parseltongue Kink, Forest Sex, Werewolf Sex, Basically a lot of sex, They are werewolves but act like werebunnies, Wearing the other person's clothes kink, Scenting, Spiderman Kisses, Not an AU or Omegaverse

Summary:

Bitten at sixteen and bonded to Potter at nineteen as a last-ditch effort by the Order to save the Saviour from himself, Draco had come to terms with the cold reality of their arrangement. Potter needed a mate and Draco needed his mother free from Azkaban. Neither of them needed anything else. Not affection, or friendship, or love, no matter how tempting. And for many years, it works. Draco lives in England. Potter does not. But at twenty-nine, Draco becomes London’s newest Alpha and long overdue decisions need to be made. He’s not too worried, though. Getting Potter to agree to dissolving a bond he never wanted shouldn’t be too hard. Should it?

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So I thought I was done writing werewolf fics with Crash Into Me, but then I saw this song prompt for @hd-wireless and the evil wolf in me said 'No, not yet! You shall spend five more months agonising and falling down the rabbit hole of wolf behaviours on the Internet.' And so here we are - 72,000 words and countless hours later, I humbly offer a second chance story spanning two timelines (past and present) of Draco and Harry as bonded werewolves, both finding their place in the world and in each other's lives. ❤️🐺

I'm so pleased and excited to finally thank my amazing friends who helped me along the way by cheering and giving valuable feedback: @fluffyunderneath, @jungeatheart, @angeldog5, @coppercatbird, @lettersbyelise, @rainjulyx and my constant, brilliant beta for all seasons, pricklypear ❤️❤️❤️ What an absolute rollcall of talent. I'm so so grateful for your friendship, brains, and support.

BONUS ART below of my wolfy boys by a special friend who wishes to remain anonymous (ily friend! you are such a gift❤️❤️❤️)