Scared Potter?

BECAUSE I MEAN

It started in Azkaban: wizards escaping, among them Bellatrix Lestrange, wanted for torturing the Longbottom Aurors under the Cruciatus Curse. It ended with Professor Dumbledore executed at his own school.

He who must not be named did not wait to gather followers. His second attack was through the now Minister of Magic Dolores Umbridge, who had Dumbledore imprisoned and Harry Potter expelled. She appointed Severus Snape as headmaster, and purged the school of Mudbloods and Halfbloods, and those who empathized with Muggles. Many in the Ministry were either arrested or fired.

The third attack was spread over several different magical cities – in each Muggles and Muggle-born were tortured and killed. The Death Eaters increased in ranks; allies were the Dementors, Giants, and Werewolves.

Three years later Dumbledore escaped from Azkaban, and the Order of the Phoenix began fighting back against the darkness which had begun to spread into the non-magical world. Rumor had it that the Boy Who Lived was leading them, along with his godfather Sirius Black and the son of the Longbottom Auror, Neville Longbottom. Together they sought the seven Horcruxes, to put an end to Voldemort.

A battle took place at Hogwarts that same year. Both students and teachers fighting back against hordes of evil wizards trying to find and kill Harry Potter. Supposedly Potter had been killed, though this rumor has long since been disproven. Weakened from his time with the Dementors, Dumbeldore failed to destroy the last Horcrux, the serpent Nagini, and was killed by Voldemort himself. Many died, among which the Minister of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Arthur Weasley, the Werewolf Remus Lupin, and the Auror Nymphadora Tonks. Auror Alastair Moody, Headmaster Severus Snape, and Xenophilius Lovegood, editor of the Quibble, are missing in action. Professors Minerva McGonagall, Filius Flitwick, and students Padma Patil, Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas were among those put on trial and either imprisoned or executed.

Harry Potter and the remaining Order of the Phoenix fled the scene and are missing in action.

Six years passed. The purification of the wizarding world continued and many more muggle-born were killed, while muggles aware of the wizarding world were tortured and enslaved. Among them were the parents of the wanted Mudblood Hermione Granger, who later died in servitude to Lestrange. Slowly the purification spread into the non-magical world, and Muggles started disappearing ; strange things happened, and all lived in fear, hiding away from the darkness spreading across the world.

Two years before 2003, a group known only as The Resistance, started committing acts of terror against the pure-blood community, as well as harboring muggle-born fugitives. Attacks escalated – most notable being the swamp infestation of the Ministry complete with live Imps and Will O’ Wisps – until the bombing of the Salazar opera house, causing the deaths of many elite pure-bloods, and corresponding with the disappearance of Draco Malfoy of the Ministry of Magic. Later investigation determined he provided intel to The Resistance which led to the bombing, and was promptly stripped of his title.

High-profile members are believed to be:

Luna Lovegood, daughter of Quibbler editor Xeniphilius Lovegood

Neville Longbottom, son of the Longbottom Auror

Ginny Weasley, daughter of Muggle sympathizer Arthur Weasley

Fred & George Weasley, sons of the Muggle sympathizer

Draco Malfoy, Pure-Blood Traitor & disgraced son of Lucius Malfoy

Ron Weasley, companion of the Boy Who Lived

Hermione Granger, lover of Ron Weasley and companion of the Boy Who Lived

So, I wrote a ficlet to go with this fanart a while ago and kinda went overboard with the idea of writing a sequel to it (which is basically porn, no shit) so here, have some porny words to match this new art here :)

Special thanks to @the-cellar-spiral for the beta <3</p>

“Maybe he got sunburned.”

“Only on his cheeks? Sorry Luna, that doesn’t make much sense.”

“The tip of his ears are pink too, Gin.”

“I bet someone gave him a potion of sorts.”

“To make him what? Blush? That’s an even worse theory, Ron.”

“Shut up.”

“Or maybe he’s just embarrassed about something.” 

Hermione’s voice was like an alarm inside his head.Harry blinked, quickly fixing his eyes on his plate again. He didn’t miss the way Ron suddenly changed the subject at that, bringing everyone’s attention to a much safer topic. Quidditch practice.

Not that Hermione would take part in that. Harry knew exactly where she was looking.

“Will you stop?” he whispered.

“What, so you’re the only one who can look?”

Harry felt his own cheeks heat up immediately, not daring to meet the girl’s eyes. Merlin, he couldn’t even deny that. He’d been looking, or staring would be a better word. And maybe the fact that him staring was the cause of Malfoy’s permanent flushed cheeks (and ears, apparently) made him feel pleasantly dizzy and not at all willing to stop whatever it was he was doing.

After all, Harry had to make Malfoy look at him.

“You faced Voldemort,”

He finally looked up, startled.

“You faced your own death” Hermione had that disappointed look Harry was already used to seeing directed at him.

“And still, you can’t face a crush?”

Harry grunted, desperate to hide his face in his hands but knowing it’d attract the other’s attention.

“It’s not a crush.”

“Oh, please, who am I?”

Harry had to force himself not to smile. She sounded so much like Mrs. Weasley it should be worrying.

“Hermione Granger.” he mumbled, feeling like an utter idiot.

“And who are you?” She rolled her eyes, but he could see the hint of a smirk on her lips.

“Harry Potter.” he mocked, still blushing.

“And he’s Draco Malfoy, your weird crush who’s been waiting for you to talk to him for two weeks now. How long until he loses his patience, you think?”

Words got lost in his throat, but Hermione was already grabbing her things to leave.

“I heard him telling Parkinson he forgot his Potions book back at his dorm” She raised her brows, meaningfully, before turning on her heels. “See you at class, Harry”

***

It wasn’t hard to spot the light blond head among the other students. Still, Harry did his best to keep a safe distance without losing track of him. He didn’t want Malfoy to notice him yet so he waited until the portrait closed behind him before muttering the password.

It was empty, as expected that time of day. Classes would be starting in ten minutes so he expected Malfoy to be in a rush, which could be a brilliant excuse to run away if their conversation didn’t go as planned. Not that Harry had even planned anything.

“So you’re following me now too?”

He came to a halt, cursing inside his head.

“What, you think I wouldn’t notice? Like I didn’t notice the way you keep burning holes in the back of my head with your eyes?”  

He should have planned something, at least a dignified retort. Harry had nothing, except his own blushing cheeks which he couldn’t tell were from embarrassment or anger. Malfoy, on the other hand, seemed to have a lot to say.

“You think you’re so good, don’t you? That I’d be waiting for… whatever it was you promised.” 

His cheeks were bright red, the skin tinged all do way down to his neck, or at least that was as far as Harry could see. Malfoy spoke through his teeth, taking small, unconscious steps towards him, his hands turned into trembling fists beside him.

“Well, guess what? Fuck you, you arrogant, useless-”

Harry really had no sense of self preservation. Hermione was right, he really was weird. Anyone who were shout at like that, insulted with the most venomous and sharp words, would on the best of cases turn away and leave and, on the Gryffindor cases, punch that filthy mouth.

Harry was kissing that filthy mouth. With a lot of anger involved, obviously.

It took Malfoy a couple of seconds to react, luckily choosing not to punch Harry and, instead, to kiss him as fervently. They were still in the middle of the empty common room, the stairs to the boys’ dorms less than a few feet away from them.

Harry couldn’t think, the warmth of Malfoy’s mouth deliriously knocking him out. His hands ended up on blond strands of hair, as soft as he’d always imagined them to be. He threaded his fingers there, deepening the kiss, opening his lips so his tongue could brush Malfoy’s.

He groaned, sinking his nails on Harry’s hipbones and pulling him closer until they were flush against each other. And then they suddenly parted.

“Awful timing.” Malfoy whispered and Harry felt the words as they were spoken, Malfoy’s lips almost touching his.

“Will you stop complaining?” Harry tried to lean forward but a hand gripping at his hair pulled him back, forcing his eyes to meet Draco’s. He really should be pissed but the sweet pain on his scalp was more exciting than anything else.  

“That’s what I’m good at.” His hand kept Harry in place as he leaned slightly down, kissing Harry slowly this time and backing away again, too soon.

“And lap dances.” The words escaped Harry’s mouth without a second thought. Malfoy’s eyes widened as his cheeks got a shade darker but he didn’t let go of him.

“Two weeks? You’re an idiot.”

“I know that.”

He felt like an idiot but having two people tell him that in less than an hour was already enough. He pushed a lose blond strand away from Draco’s forehead, meeting his eyes. They were storm blue, surprisingly calm for someone who always seemed on the verge of an emotional breakdown. Harry could almost see the lust there when they darted to his mouth and back up to meet his eyes.

“So,” Malfoy breathed hotly.

“So.”

“You’ll have to say it.”

Harry sighed, licking his lips as he still couldn’t get his mouth close enough to Draco’s.

“Is this some sort of punishment?”

The bastard laughed, leaning closer again and taking Harry’s bottom lip in-between his teeth.

“It could be.”

And at that, he took a step back, never breaking eye contact. His feet moved on their own towards the stairs and Harry followed like a magnet. They reached it, taking one step at a time, the distance between them shortening until they were upstairs, Slytherin and Gryffindor dorms on opposite sides of the corridor and their chests inches apart.

It was a narrow corridor but that was just an excuse for Harry to press Malfoy against one of the walls and capture his mouth on his again.

“I’m late for class.”

Harry was the one to laugh this time, earning a cold stare.

“Why did you come upstairs, then?” He kissed him again, quickly, and Malfoy’s frown only deepened despite his pink cheeks.

“My book.” He pushed Harry away lightly, clearly trying to hide his contentment behind a sneer. “So unless you want something from me, Potter, would you please get the fucking out of my way”

Malfoy marched towards his door, and Harry just leaned against his, opening it with a snap of his fingers. It caught Malfoy’s attention and he couldn’t help but blush at how cocky he must have looked. But they seemed to have gotten into a twisted game of role playing and Harry wouldn’t let it end there.

“I want you-”

“I’m sure you can find someone else to help-”

“-to sit on my cock.”

Silence weighed around them. Harry wondered if he’d gone too far.

Malfoy’s mouth was open, his eyes wide and his breathing had quickened considerably. Even so, the only thing Harry wondered was how someone could blush that much. He saw Malfoy’s Adam apple go up and down when he swallowed dryly before his voice came out hoarse.

“Go on.”

The Slytherin dorms were now forgotten as Malfoy hesitantly walked towards Harry, eyes fixed on his like he expected the whole scene to vanish if he as much as blinked. Harry could feel it building up around them, the fragile tension that could either push them apart forever or make them collapse against one another. And Harry’s next words would define that, he realized, because that was how Malfoy worked. He needed someone to give him permission to take control.

Before Harry knew it, they were both inside the Gryffindor dorms, door clicking shut behind Draco’s back.

“I want it,” Harry heard himself, his voice too different to his own ears.

“Say it.”

The burgundy curtains were shut, late morning sunrays hardly penetrating the thick fabric which gave the whole room a dark, reddish appearance. Forbidden was the word Harry would have chosen to describe how it felt to be there that time of day in such company. And with those intentions.

“Will you give me a lap dance?” He felt silly asking, but could see he was going the right way.

“Like this?”

Carefully, Draco took a step forward. His hand found Harry’s, carefully pulling him closer without touching any other part of his body. Their fingers intertwined with ease.  

“No,” Harry stepped back, pulling Malfoy with him until the back of his knees bumped his bed. He sat down, opening his legs so Malfoy could walk in between them. “No clothes.”

“Edgy.”

Malfoy waved his wand and even though Harry knew he could have done it much quicker, he watched as magic worked deliberately through each piece, unbuttoning Malfoy’s silk white shirt like an invisible hand before starting on his trousers. He clearly wanted Harry to watch and Harry knew it would be worth it.

He could tell Draco’s white marble skin was soft, even though marked. His body was subtly defined, a life replica of a sculpture created to please the eye and entice lust, all in perfect measure. Harry’s eyes recognized the scars his fingers hadn’t been able to trace that last time and many more he didn’t know even existed. On his thighs, knees, even his ankles. As soon as Malfoy’s shirt was removed from his shoulders and Harry reached out, though, his hand was repelled midair.

“I do remember saying ‘no touching’…”

It was magic that smoothly caressed Harry’s wrists and brought them to his side, thin blue ropes that vanished the moment Harry’s palms found the mattress. Malfoy gave another flick of his wand and there they were again, the ghostly strings unbuttoning Harry’s shirt this time and leaving him only in his boxers, exactly like Draco.  

“Excited?” Draco bit his lower lip, eyes openly staring Harry down.

That bastard. It wasn’t like Harry could stop himself. He gasped the moment he gave himself a light squeeze, but too soon the magic ropes were there again, pulling his hand far away from his crotch.

“No touching yourself either, Potter”

“You’re unbelievable”

Malfoy didn’t answer, his expression blank when he turned his back to him.

Harry should have been prepared for that, it wasn’t like it was his first time.

And still, none of it mattered. The feeling of Malfoy’s still covered ass brushing the length of his – still covered – very hard cock was enough to make Harry struggle to keep his hands at his sides. He knew most of it was due to the fact that he couldn’t touch, and it only made him want to do so even more.

The curve of his lower back was accentuated in an unbelievable way as he dropped his head and flexed his knees, thigh muscles contracted in a position that clearly demanded skill. Harry heard a sigh right before Draco threw his head back as his hands blindly searched for Harry’s thighs. He supported himself there as he lowered his body until that round ass was brushing against the tent that had formed in Harry’s underwear.

Harry could tell it was all a way of doing things slowly, inciting without promising anything beyond that. Harry knew he could have pretty much just sat down at once like he had two weeks ago, but no. It was different.

There were no people watching, no need for smirks and mockery. He wanted Harry to suffer in silence as he mastered the situation while allowing himself to enjoy it all without judgements. And Harry knew that if he judged him, in any case, the punishment would be severe. Maybe Draco would tie him to the bed with those thin ropes of magic and leave him there for hours, always keeping the mood, but never giving him a single touch.

Harry closed his eyes, controlling himself not to raise his hands.

Meanwhile, Draco’s ass moved back and forth, the pressure exerted on Harry ever increasing but never in a pace enough to get him close to climax. Draco didn’t seem to mind the sounds that were coming out of his mouth, moans so spontaneous that all Harry wanted at that moment was to be able to see the look on his face. The light in the room didn’t allow it, though, neither did the position they were in.

He had already said the worst, Harry thought, so nothing should worry him from now on, but his next words were weighed with uncertainty.

“I want…”

Draco’s breath got caught in his throat as his knees failed momentarily and he finally let himself sit on top of Harry. They both moaned, Harry’s hand clutching the sheets.

“No.”

But Draco was leaning back until his shoulder blades met Harry’s chest. His ass seemed to be moving on its own, shamelessly grinding against Harry’s swollen cock while his hands massaged the sides of Harry’s thighs.

“…your face, Draco, let me-“

Harry placed a hand on Draco’s neck against his better judgement and for a moment he thought the strings would appear again but the hawthorn wand was forgotten beside him.

Still, Harry didn’t miss the way Draco flinched the moment their skin came in contact and Harry could feel the Slytherin’s heartbeat pumping underneath his fingertips.

“I said…”

Harry’s hand traced his collarbone, palm going lower and brushing a hard nipple.

“…no touching…”

The Sectumsempra scars were soft, vanishing just above the trail of thin hair that tickled Harry’s fingers.

“…ah, Potter-”

He closed his eyes, a deep crease of concentration between his brows, never turning his face away.

Underneath him, Harry’s cock twitched, painfully hard. Just as much as Draco’s, from what Harry could tell.

Naked, he’d said.

Harry snapped his fingers again and suddenly there was nothing between them.

“Fuck- ah… ah- you exhibitionist-“

“Turn around”

Draco’s eyes snapped open, the swaying of his hips coming to a stop.

“What?”

Harry sensed fear in his voice, but his hands were already pushing Draco up and turning him around as he himself got up too.

They kissed, open mouthed, wet kisses that came with hungry hands. Harry didn’t stop until he felt Draco slowly give himself away again and, just then, he pushed him down on the bed, his whole body pressing Draco’s against the mattress as his mouth ravaged his neck.

When he turned them around again, making Draco was straddling his hips, Harry couldn’t help but smirk, triumphantly.

As soon as Draco realized what Harry had done, it was already too late.

“You… fucker… ah… you said-“

“I wanted you to- ah, Draco wait… to sit on my… ah, just- slow down!”

But Draco was already jerking himself off, desperately searching for more friction while still rubbing his arsehole against Harry’s own pulsing cock.

He didn’t even have to think before it happened.

Harry felt the rush of magic through his fingertips, the intensity of it pushing Draco’s frantic hand away. Harry saw his expression turning from one of fear to lust and then anger, that was, before Harry’s other hand reached behind him.

Draco moaned, eyes wide in shock.

“Did you just do a wandless… cleaning spell?!”

Draco looked torn between being impressed and slightly freaked out.

“And a protective one,” Harry tried not to blush, in vain, while smearing his fingers in conjured lube. He could explain himself later.

“Tell me your not- ah- ah… fuck, yes…”

He pulled Draco closer, kissing his way up his neck until his lips found the curve of his jaw.

“Do you still want this?” he whispered while his middle finger worked its way in and out of Draco.

“What do you think?” Draco hissed, painfully pulling at Harry’s hair and bringing their lips so close they were almost touching.

“Answer me, you prick.”

“I’m not telling you I want to ride you, Potter.”

Harry had two fingers inside now and was barely doing any work as Draco basically fucked himself on them.

“But do you?” He brought their foreheads together, closing his eyes so he couldn’t see Draco Malfoy completely wrecked on top of him. Harry could still feel him, though, and his cock throbbed with need.

“Ah- yeah… yes, I do”

It all happened too quickly.

The next second Harry was being pushed on his back, his fingers slipping out of Draco with ease while the other’s hand positioned his cock up.

Too much, all at once, Draco sank down and the room started spinning around them.

Harry didn’t know how long would he last, given the view he now had.

Draco rode him, sinfully swaying his hips while his nails scratched Harry’s thighs. He had his head lolling to one side, eyelids half closed in bliss and this time, Harry could see how the blush in his cheeks extended to his neck, his shoulders reaching the crimson color of his dark nipples and swollen cock, which smeared Harry’s abdomen with precome.

Draco was tight but it didn’t stop him from taking Harry in and then going all the way up until just the tip stayed inside. Merlin, Harry’s mind was short circuiting just from watching it, the way his skin shone with sweat and his hair fell on his eyes, the way the muscles contracted and relaxed and Draco’s breathing was interrupted by delicious sounds every time he got the right angle. Draco wasn’t even aware of his presence anymore and that was Harry’s opportunity to really look at him, without the sneers and snappy retorts, sharp words and stiff posture. No, this was Draco showing who he was, giving and receiving pleasure in a way Harry would have never imagined would be like of him.

Draco wasn’t just driving himself to climax, he was purposefully dragging Harry with him too.

And he could see it in the way Draco’s hands explored his chest, the way he met Harry’s eyes just before tightening around him just so he could hear Harry moan.

He breathed heavily, his thighs shaking every once in a while and Harry suddenly realized how hard it must be to ride someone like that.

“You’re brilliant,” The words escaped his mouth and for a moment Harry wasn’t sure if Draco had heard him. But then he was bending forward, catching Harry’s mouth on his and slipping his tongue inside. Harry bucked up, vigorously fucking Draco while feeling each sigh against his lips.

They rolled over, finally breaking the kiss.

“Let me-“ Draco tried to get on top again but Harry could see how exhausted he already was.

“No, like this.” He pressed their lips together again, slowly thrusting inside.

“I can do it.”

“I know you can,” Draco’s nails scratched Harry’s back, the back of his knees pressing at Harry’s hips and silently urging him to go deeper. “You’re the fucking best”

Draco groaned, his eyes showing Harry how close he already was. So when Harry whispered just one word in his right ear, thrusting his hips one last time, he got to see Draco’s face while he came, platinum hair sprawled on Gryffindor sheets and a look of utmost bliss on his face.

Harry flopped to the side, trying to even out his breathing and just letting his muscles relax. The sensation of exertion was similar to one of a post quidditch match, except now he’d rather cuddle with Malfoy than punch him.

“ ‘The fucking best’, huh?”

Maybe Harry could punch him too.

“Oh, shut up.” It wasn’t easy turning his head to the side but he had to look at him. “Draco.”

One word, whispered, and the blond was an instant mess against Harry’s sheets again. Harry laughed, dragging his body closer to Draco’s so he could trace random patterns with his fingertips on his skin. Despite his frown, Draco didn’t say anything, eyeing Harry curiously as his cheeks gradually returned to a normal shade.

“I wouldn’t be so full of myself if I were you,” Harry felt Draco’s lips turning into a wicked smile against his own “Harry.”

And Harry knows.

Because he’s used the voice that Draco uses for the past twelve years.

He knows.

Because now that he’s lived with the Weasleys for over a month, he knows that that’s not the way that a father’s voice should be.

He knows.

He’s heard Vernon use that voice over and over again, day after day, year after year.

And he knows.

And he acts.

Because really other than being a spiteful little git, at this point, Draco really hasn’t done anything to truly harm Harry. And Harry’s twelve. He’s still young, still innocent, easy to forgive, easy to let his “saving people thing” get the better of him.

He doesn’t do magic. Not really. At least, he doesn’t mean to. Well, he does. But he tries to stop himself. Though it’s not a very good attempt. Either way, the jars on the shelves all shatter, their contents falling onto Lucius’ head.

And Harry bursts out of the cabinet and he grabs a very startled Draco’s hand and he pulls him out of the shop. And they’re running down the dark, grim, streets. And it’s not long before they get lost since Harry doesn’t even know where they are, let alone where they’re going.

But Draco knows exactly where they are and so he tugs Harry down a road and around the corner and suddenly, they’re in Diagon Alley. And Harry’s shocked and confused because how could such a terrible place exist next to such a wonderful one?

But they don’t have time for that now because Lucius is charging after them, green spells bursting out of the end of his wand. And Draco lets out a scream and Harry (bless him) wonders aloud what kind of spells the green ones are.

And Draco is tugging his arm so hard that he thinks it’s going to come out of his socket. And the boys run as fast as they can, pushing through the crowd, and Harry’s probably apologizing and Draco’s screaming at him to move and apologize later.

And Harry sees the mob of red heads and he’s screaming for their assistance.

Fred and George spot him first, right as their mother is asking, “Where on earth could Harry be?”

“Found him,” the twins say.

Gasps. Screams. School supplies tumbling to the ground.

And Arthur and Molly, oh Arthur and Molly, veterans of the original Order of the Phoenix, drawing their strength from parental love, they don’t even hesitate. They grab Harry and Draco and Ron and Hermione and Ginny and Fred and George and Percy and they shove them into the nearest shop.

And the kids are all huddled together, Percy and the twins standing in front of the younger ones, and it’s Ron who manages to whisper, “What’s Malfoy doing here?” Before Hermione stomps on his foot.

And the duel!

The duel is fantastic.

Arthur and Molly verses Lucius.

Just close your eyes and imagine.

And soon Arthur is able to summon other Ministry workers. Including a strange looking man with a strange eye, a man whose skin is slightly darker than Hermione’s, and a girl with bright pink hair who is barely older than Percy.

The battle’s over before it even begins. These strange new people grab Lucius and Apparate away and of course he’ll buy himself out of trouble in no time but at least the immediate threat is gone.

Gilderoy Lockhart timidly steps out and squeaks that it’s a shame that he wasn’t there to stop the duel, that he knew just the hex that could have finished it.

The crowd falls into the streets, praising Arthur and Molly who are quite flustered by all of the attention. Fred and George are clapping their parents on their back, doing a sort of chant. Ron is bragging about how he managed to get a shot in (he hadn’t). Percy is excitedly talking to his father about the legal procedures that Lucius will face. Ginny and Hermione are going around, collecting all of the school supplies that they dropped. Ginny finds a rather unusual book but she dismisses it as something that her parents bought and stuffs it into her bag.

And Harry and Draco. Harry and Draco are staring at one another, not saying a word but having a conversation nonetheless.

Molly finally says that they ought to get back to the Burrow, away from this post-battle excitement. The kids all groan but she and Arthur push them back to the Leaky Cauldron so that they can use the Floo. Draco shuffles along, not knowing where else to go. It’s not until Molly gestures towards the fireplace with a smile that he realizes that his life is about to change.

The crowd boos, security comes out to drag me kicking off the stage until a voice rings out that commands silence.

A fic wherein Harry comes back for eighth year deaf. The only people who still talk to him are Hermione and Ron cause everyone else finds it so awkward. Draco watches from afar as Harry writes down all he wants to say, gestures wildly and eventually starts giving up on communicating altogether.

One day as they pass each other in the hallway Draco suddenly grabs Harry’s hand, places something in it and then scurries off. Harry looks down and opens a piece of paper that reads ‘meet me in the kitchens for breakfast tomorrow’. Harry has no idea his world is about to change forever.

So basically one of the many things Draco had to learn as a child was sign language and he decides to do something crazy and teach Harry.

This is not a 2017 “best-of” or “favorites” list, but rather a list to highlight some of the amazing ways that the Drarry fandom has been tackling important issues this year. It’s been exciting to watch and I’m so eager to see what everyone will come up with next. (Many of these fics fit more than one category, so the categorization is a bit random in places.)

Race/Ethnicity and PoC Representation

Changing Tides by anonymous for HD-Erised: Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge. Through tackling the cultural implications of PoC Harry, MA explores Harry coming to terms with his identity as an orphan without connection to his family.

Dear Enemy by @gingertodgers: An anonymous benefactor makes a generous donation to Harry Potter’s School for Squibs in exchange for a weekly letter from the Boy Who Lived. What begins as a chore soon becomes the only outlet Harry has to talk about the war, love, life, hope, redemption, his renewed obsession with a certain blonde nemesis and how he really, honestly, believes that this will be the year Puddlemere United reclaim the Quidditch League Cup. Dear Enemy features diversity in every sense of the word and PoC that don’t feel tokenised. And Draco, whose whiteness is always highlighted, having a mixed-race son whom he adores is especially exciting.

Hogwarts Crammer by @waspabi: ‘You’re a wizard, Harry’ is easier to hear from a half-giant when you’re eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you’re seventeen and late for work. Waspabi’s Hogwarts Crammer is compelling from start to finish, and features PoC Harry and Hermione.

Tales from the Special Branch by @femmequixotic: When Gawain Robards asks him to form Special Branch seven-four-alpha, Harry Potter knows they’ll have to work outside the confines of the law–even though they are the law. Tales from the Special Branch is amazing for lots of reasons, including PoC representation and Jewish Pansy! 

Wild by @seefin: “No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.” Wild is a great story with lots of non-standard magic and PoC Harry.

Body Diversity and Fat Positivity

A Matter of Opinion by @goldentruth813: Harry and Draco have been together for over a decade with a life of happiness and memories to look back upon, but when one story in the Prophet questions their relationship, Draco finds the insecurity it weaves threatening to destroy everything they’ve built. GoldenTruth tells an amazing story of Draco coming to terms with his changing body as he learns to move past his insecurities.

The Words We Say by @agentmoppet: Harry knows with certainty that he and Draco Malfoy are in love. Until one day, he doesn’t, and then the only thing he knows is that he is losing him. A companion piece to A Matter of Opinion, and another great look at the story.

The Things We Did and Didn’t Do by @gingertodgers: Harry is due back from visiting Hermione and Ron in Australia, 3 months after finally spending the night with Draco. It’s time to DTR. Chubby!Harry and discussion of how body changes can cause anxieties about a relationship.

Age

Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, 75 Years of the Golden Couple by @gingertodgers: The epic love story of Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy, narrated for the Daily Prophet (Or the Quibbler) from their rocky start at Hogwarts, to the fighting in opposite sides during the War, to the rebuilding, to the marriage/partnership until their old age. I would love something about the “big picture” of Harry/Draco’s relationship, from 11 years old to 110 years old! Another great one from GingerTodgers looking at the long-run of a relationship.

Night Changes by @writcraft: Draco and Harry have spent years dancing around one another, but Potter’s straight and married. Until one day he isn’t. This lovely fic has older, well-rounded characters who are still figuring life out.

Disability

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1: When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source. Balance is great because it consciously and tactfully tackles the mental health aspects of a disability and allows Harry to finally work through his trauma.

Mental Health

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym: Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought. My love for this fic knows no bounds, and anxious and obsessive Draco is one of the reasons. “You do understand that it’s not — that I’ll always be this person, don’t you? That you’re not going to calm me down with sex?”

Quiet by @silveredglass: Draco is alone in the Slytherin dorms until Harry starts coming to visit. Silv’s fic is amazingly sweet and atmospheric, tackling healing from war trauma.

The Malfoy Conudrum by anonymous for HD-Erised: Harry’s miserable living with his memories at Grimmauld Place, so after a chance meeting he takes the opportunity to move somewhere new. His housemates, though, are rather unexpected. Especially the blond, pointy one… A great fic that deals well with depressed Harry.

Heartache by @bixgirl1: “Harry doesn’t think about Malfoy anymore. Not really. Not intentionally. What if the one person you least expect is the only one who really understands what you’ve gone through? This 8th year fic deals with PTSD.

Queer and LGBT Issues 

Adventures in Solitude (Are You There, Sirius? It’s Me, Draco) by anonymous for HD-Erised: Draco is grateful to have had Sirius’ portrait to confide in all those years ago, about his sexuality and unwanted feelings for a classmate named Harry. But when he gets the portrait out of storage after twenty years, the secrets he has kept from Sirius all along come out. Secrets about Draco’s role in the war… and secrets about Harry Potter. This fic does an incredible job of capturing teenage sexuality crisis and putting it into perspective later in life.

Out and the Open by @henrymercury: The war is over, and Draco finally has the courage to decide who she is. The war is over, and Harry finally has the freedom to decide what she likes. Trans!Draco and poly dynamics.

The Light that is Blinding Me by anonymous for HD-Erised: After Flourish and Blotts stop stocking the books of Harry’s favourite author, he is directed to a queer bookshop and discovers it’s owned by none other than Draco Malfoy, who has more in common with Harry than either of them realise. MA wrote this incredible, heartwarming fic that uses queer spaces and queer life as a setting; it is completely fluffy and romantic and 100% a love story with a happy ending; AND YET it also addresses all the nastiness in the political world—hate crimes, homophobia—and has the characters in the world, in public, engaging in it all. 

The Only True Goal of the Universe by punk_rock_yuppie: It comes up, as most juvenile things do, in a game of Truth or Dare. An 8th year fic featuring trans!Draco.

Gender, Consent, and Sex

Embers by @shiftylinguini: Werewolf Alphas aren’t meant to be alone, or to suppress their ruts indefinitely like Draco has been since he was bitten eight years ago. He needs company, companionship, to knot ― he needs an Omega Heat Companion. At least, that’s what the Healers say, and even Draco can admit contacting the person they’ve referred him to might be nice. Of course it turns out to be bloody Potter. Groundbreaking AOB that subverts standard power dynamics and trope-standard ideas about consent and restraint.

Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love by @aibidil: A group of wizards’ rights activists retaliate against the Ministry after Hermione Granger wages a campaign to outlaw love potions. The group invents a sexual assault potion that throws the Ministry into chaos and starts a debate about the horror of magic’s role in sexual assault. Auror Harry Potter, Potions expert Draco Malfoy, Senior Undersecretary Hermione Granger, and Wheezes’ love potion expert Ron Weasley are assigned to the case. As they pursue the attackers and navigate the murky legal nature of consent, Harry and Draco are forced to confront their own desires. I feel like an ass reccing my own fic, but I was told to include it. Consent! Love potions! Feminism! Political debates! 

Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood by @agentmoppet and @decanthrope: Harry’s used to finding distractions to avoid studying, but propositioning Malfoy to get rid of the pesky problem of their virginity is on a whole new level, even for him. This story is incredible for realistic sex, safe sex, awkward sex!

You and Me by @bixgirl1: When Harry sits down with Malfoy, he’s really only looking for a reprieve from the constant stares and whispers. (Mostly.) What he gets instead are a series of strange events that lead to a friendship that is something else, questions that nobody knows how to answer, and the realisation that the person that Harry doesn’t know how to hate, anymore, seems to be the person who knows exactly what he needs. A story in which everything is complicated. And yet, somehow, none of it is. A really fantastic story involving serious kink negotiation.

Family Dynamics

Shibboleths by anonymous for HD-Erised: Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his "dog,” teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they’ll all need Malfoy’s knowledge if they want the magical world to survive. Shibboleths is awesome for one million reasons, but one thing I love about it is the family dynamics: seriously enviable group parenting of children (Mum Three!), deep exploration of Dursley family issues, etc.

Walking on the Air by @frnklymrshnkly: In which Molly won’t stop themeing Christmas Eve and Harry has a rebellious streak. I can’t get over the family that frnkly paints here. Harry/Draco live in a townhouse with Astoria/Ginny/Luna to raise their children together. I want to live in this fic.

Poly Dynamics

Electric Light by @seefin His gloves are from last year and the left one has a small tear in the charmed leather that he has to keep out of sight of Professor Sprout, who would go into a whole lecture on health and safety if she saw it, and then insist he wore a pair from the lost and found bucket in the corner of her mouldy old office. Seefin writes this gorgeous little story that brings out the H/D/N relationship so incredibly well.

Electric Violet by @henrymercury: “If I could go back and tell my past self,” Draco says, as he hasn’t stopped saying yet and presumably never will, “that one day Harry Potter would present me with a large purple dildo…” He trails off, apparently unable to describe quite what the outcome of this hypothetical interaction would be. “Harry wins,” Neville wheezes, “it’s too good. It’s just,” Nev stops because he’s laughing too hard again, “Harry, did you think we didn’t have enough dicks between us already, or something?” I rec this fic constantly because it is so incredibly funny, but it’s also a wonderful exploration of a three-person relationship and henrymercury really highlights the way they each offer the other something unique.

Harry: Wanting to die.

Draco: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the great Harry Potter.

Harry: *not listening*

Draco: I said if it isn’t the great HARRY POTTER.

Harry: *still not listening*

Draco: I SAID IF IT ISN’T THE GREAT HARRY POTTER.

Harry: *finally hearing* What do you want, Malfoy?”

Happy New Year!

Me: Yeeeess!!!!! /o/ /o/

people: Oh I didn’t know you had a boyfriend!

Me: Pfff.. haha you fools!