Pride and strong

A little ficlet based on this post

Draco smacked Harry’s hand away when he reached out for the strawberries. “Nope, that’s my job.”

When Harry opened his mouth to protest, he popped a strawberry in it to shut him up. It was hard work, spoiling Harry. The man often didn’t accept as much as an offer to make tea, always worried that he was bothering other people with his needs.

For Draco, that was the most challenging part of dating Harry. He knew that if he didn’t actively stop it, Harry would soon be doing all and every task in their relationship. But he was actively stopping it today, because he downright refused to let him do anything but relax after coming back from an intense three week undercover mission.

“I can feed myself, Draco.” Harry glared at him over the new prescription sunglasses Draco had bought him a month before. “You don’t have to do it for me.”

“Oh, I know I don’t have to.” Draco replied, shutting Harry up with both a strawberry and a kiss. The red fruit was absolutely delicious this time of year, melting sweetly on the tongue under the slightest pressure. “But I want to. You haven’t been spoiled nearly enough in your life, Harry. It’s going to take me years to catch up on all that lost time. Possibly our whole lives.”

He dipped in for another kiss, trying his very best to make things so enjoyable for Harry that he had to admit being spoiled was fun. Maybe then he’d stop trying to fight it so hard.

“Spoiling people turns them into arseholes.” Harry brought out as soon as Draco gave him the chance to speak. “It’s not right.”

“Spoiling people who don’t deserve it makes them act like entitled arseholes. I know, I’m an expert in the field.” Draco shot back sharply. “But you deserve to be spoiled, Harry. More than anyone I know. So let me.”

Harry looked caught off guard, and before Draco could grab another strawberry he was already uttering an apology. “I didn’t mean to-”

“I know, Harry. Not implying it won’t make it any less true that I used to be an arsehole, though.” He fed Harry some more red fruit as he continued. “But you could help me proof I’m a changed man by letting me spoil you. Preferably on a daily basis, just to make sure I didn’t change back overnight.”

“Help you by allowing you to spoil me?” Harry rolled his eyes and Draco grinned as he sensed he was winning this battle. “Merlin you are such a bloody Slytherin.”

“And you love me for it.” He brought Harry’s calloused hand to his face and kissed it, never losing eye contact for a second as he did so. The gesture brought a delicious healthy blush to Harry’s cheeks. “So, will you help me?”

Harry averted his gaze down to where Draco held his hand. The pale and dark skin made for a captivating combination of colours. An almost shy smile tugged on Harry’s lips as he watched that. “Yes. Yes I’ll help you.”

“Men are physically stronger than women so they can take abuse-”

“I bet he enjoyed it-“

“Male rape is less common so it doesn’t matter-”

“You’re not a true feminist if you address male problems too-“

“They’re men. They’ll get over it-“

Okay so they brought a trauma patient into the ED today who had been in a really bad motorcycle accident. It was pretty graphic.

When patients like this come in, the ED is informed ahead of time so they have a place to put them, time to get a team assembled, and other patients are moved out of the way so they can get to work as soon as they arrive.

The whole ED was vibrating with a tense anticipation and everyone was poised to do their jobs.

When the Ambulance Bay doors fly open, our Medic is wheeling the patient in, calm but with purpose, giving his rundown of the situation to the team that meets them by the Trauma Room. He’s covered in blood, and still working on the patient while he’s giving orders. He was totally in his element and there was something awe inspiring about his control and his direction.

It was amazing to watch the whole team work and move together.

However, our Doctor is not assembled in this unit right now. He had just finished on another trauma patient when the Medic arrived, and he was standing in the hallway outside of the trauma room, watching the proceeding with laser focus. He looked like he was itching to go over there and help, but also trusting his colleague to take care of the situation. A vibe that’s pretty common with all the medical staff.

After the trauma group took over, the Medic having done his job took off and ran out to the ambulance bay. He looked absolutely wrecked and I’m pretty sure he was shaking…

And our Doctor ran after him.

I’m not quite sure what happened, and I wish I could have been at the cameras, but I was there to make sure no one got hurt while the team was bustling around.

The next time I saw the Doctor (about 15 minutes later) he came storming into the ED, looking like he was going to murder someone.

Like you know that scary color of red/purple that peoples faces get when they’re about to punch someone… yeah like that.

So, he came storming in and made his way to the break room before coming back out with a cup of orange juice, a packet of saltines, and a water bottle. Face still red. Fucking seething.

THIS MAN BRISKLY WALKS UP TO ME AND FUCKING SLAMS THE ITEMS ON THE COUNTER BESIDE ME.

His teeth were clenched and he says “Please take this to the Medic outside” before turning back around and ripping his clipboard off of his documentation unit.

I took the stuff out to the Medic and he’s sitting on the ground, gloves removed, with his head in his clean hands looking out for the count.

I placed the water bottle on the ground and give him the saltines and the juice and he looks at me before smiling with a ‘thanks’.

I told him to “thank the Doctor, they’re from him” and he looks a little embarrassed? Guilty? All of the above? Before nodding and sipping the juice.

Some writers were recently talking about the quotes that readers quote back in the comments (btw, writers LOVE to have their writing quoted back at them when it’s done in a nice way). That led to a discussion of people’s favorite bits of writing, both their own and from others. Enjoy this collection of HP fandom writing at its best.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (44.9K) - Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It’s complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can’t say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won’t be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

Draco took three leisurely steps closer, though it didn’t feel at all relaxed. Harry felt like he was being stalked. The fine hairs along his arms leapt to attention.

Draco’s gaze flicked down his body and back up. He huffed a bemused breath. “I’ve fucked you in that shirt.”

A Boyfriend is a Privilege by @xx-thedarklord-xx (16K) - “Just because I like Harry’s cock up my arse does not mean that you get to judge me.” Harry groaned pitifully at Draco’s words as he heard gasps coming from the Dursley's nosy neighbors.

“You don’t see me judging you for having a long necked—belongs in a muggle zoo—looking wife. Where you place your prick is none of my business.”

Sometimes, Harry really hated his boyfriend.

“Why are you here?” Harry whispered against Draco’s lips as he placed several small kisses to the other boy’s lips.

“I told the Dark Lord to go fuck himself.”

Flowers and Antlers. by @snortinglaughter (WIP) - Harry had never seen Malfoy do anything but sneer and smirk. It was so strange, not only to see him being friendly for once –and with Neville– but to see such an open and sincere expression from him. Was Malfoy trying to gain Neville’s trust to serve his own dark and mysterious purpose?

“I assume that, even though you are not in my class anymore, Harry, and that you never joined, young man,” she said sparing a resentful look for both of them, “you are still aware that a simple Scourgify is not enough to achieve the desired cleanliness of a Seer’s instruments. I urge you to set to the task at hand with the utmost care; the teacups are easy, but I would very much appreciate it if you’d handle my balls with extreme delicacy.”

“Yes, Professor, don’t worry; we would never forgive ourselves if we broke your balls,” Malfoy said with all seriousness and Harry blurted a laugh that he had to disguise as a savage coughing attack.

Harry Potter and the Curse of the Malfoy Dildo by @callingdrarry (5.4K) - When Harry goes to a Charity Auction he doesn’t expect to come away with a sex toy that used to belong to the Malfoy Family, and he certainly doesn’t expect to bond himself to it - but then again, when has Harry’s life ever gone as he expects?

Harry’s mind went blank as he stared at the bottom of the box, because nestled there in the white tissue paper was… was a giant gold dildo. There was no way it was anything else. Fertility statue, Harry’s fucking arse, that was a dildo — that was a fucking dildo.

The Heart’s Honest Truth by @bixgirl1 & @carpemermaidtales (16K) - Draco is cursed to speak in questions. Well…Spelled, thanks to the stupidly improper archival practices of the fourth century. Harry Potter is there to save the day, but Draco isn’t going to give in to his help so easily. Fortunately, the method of saving might be more satisfactory than Draco expected this time.

“Potter, may I speak with you?” he asked tightly.

Harry tried not to choke on his food. “Um. Sure. What?”

“Can we go somewhere more private?” Draco’s eyes shifted back and forth, making him look cagey, and not at all like someone Harry would want to go somewhere ‘private’ with. Except that, well, he did.

How embarrassing.

Hello! It’s been a while since I’ve done one of these, which is just odd, considering I read 5-10 fics a week. Anyway, here are some gems I’ve picked up. These are all completed, per usual. 

Trapped in a blue haze by MourningElegance 

“And in that moment, Draco knows. He knows that all his deep-rooted suspicions about Harry’s childhood are terribly, horribly true.”

As their relationship grows, so do Draco’s misgivings about Harry’s past.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by Femme (femmequixotic) 

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

For a Given Value of Normal by chickenlivesinpumpkin 

Realizing he’s gay is one thing. This unholy mess with Malfoy is something else entirely.

In which Harry tries to negotiate the path from self-loathing to some sort of happiness, and in the process learns that Malfoy runs a shop, reads Muggle philosophy, and is a dirty rotten liar.

Well, that last one isn’t really a surprise.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe)

After the Battle, Harry thinks he’s left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco’s just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He’s hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems. Unfortunately for him, Potter appears to be one of those problems. And that’s not even addressing the fact that Potter’s got serious issues of his own, which Draco realises as he’s forced to share an Eighth Year dormitory room and several classes with the Gryffindor Git. If only they can make it through the year without killing each other, it should be all right, shouldn’t it?

In Plain Sight by belleslettres

Almost three years after Draco sells himself to a house of pleasure in order to pay his war debts, Harry finally finds him, broken and abused. Harry brings him home to heal, to recover…

This is the sequel to Hidden in Plain Sight. This story will make so much more sense if you read that first. Thank you!

The Tail of Knee(zle) the Bard by chibaken

Being the master of a kneazle was absolutely horrible.

(Or, Harry loves his kneazle to death even if he won’t admit it, and he’s extremely pissed that she keeps running off to Malfoy.)

A Hyperactive Fruit, a Nasty Neighbour and a Love Story by synonym4life

Potter’s pet Niffler is wreaking havoc in Godric’s Hollow and Draco, the Assistant Head to the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, is the one who has to deal with it. Repeatedly. The fact that Potter keeps coming to Draco’s office in grey jogging bottoms - repeatedly - does in no way help the matter.

Specifically with whenever these two guys work during the same shift.

The EMT will bring a patient into the ED, calm and collected, reassuring the patient that he’s going to be okay while answering all the questions he can…

And the MINUTE the ED Doctor walks in the room to take care and asses the patient, the snark fest is on.

The Doc casually rolls his eyes as the EMT is giving his run through of what injuries the patient has, and the EMT makes pointed comments about how “the Dick— I mean Doctor—“ might find that “his assessment would run smoother if he would show up on time instead of flirting with the student nurses.”

To which our Doctor usually responds with something super snarky about how the EMT wouldn’t know what flirting is if it hit him in the face… and how they probably didn’t cover that in his $4 education program.

Which to me feels like jealous pining… but that’s just my casual opinion…

The whole situation is oddly comical that all this happens while the patient is being taken care of as efficiently as possible….

Elsewhere:

Tbh I don’t think Albus would stress about it too much, since he knows his family is very tolerant and accepting. He’s of course a bit nervous when he one morning says to his parents that he has something to tell them, but in the end, everything turns out just fine and to be honest, Albus isn’t really even surprised, but glad that his parents don’t mind that he’s dating Draco Malfoy’s son.