such a delicate boy

Isle of Wank

a fanfic for @lettersbyelise inspired by Wet Dream by Wet Leg for @hd-wireless 2026

21k | Drarry | Explicit

Summary:

It's summer vacation. Harry drags Draco to the beach, Ron cooks delicious food, Hermione can't stop thinking about work, Luna's enjoying the fauna and flora, and Zacharias is… there.

Everything is set up for a perfectly enjoyable trip, if only Draco would stop waking up with hard-ons from his trippy dreams.

Damen and Laurent ❤️

“A kingdom or this?”

Literally obsessed with them 😭❤️🔥

Damen needs a housemate. Laurent needs somewhere to live. Unfortunately, Laurent is also Damen’s best friend’s infuriatingly hot little brother: a demonic twink with too many trainers and no respect for shared spaces. Their domestic cold war soon gives way to jealousy, terrible decisions, and one catastrophically timed Halloween party.

Or:

Damen has a master’s degree in yearning but a GCSE in emotional intelligence.

Or:

Damen agrees to live with Laurent and ends up with his hands all over him instead.

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Shout-out to @lettersbyelise for their beta support, to the GC whose name keeps changing, and to @aegisreadsanything for cheer reading.

Linin' down the block to be around you. But, baby, I'm first in place.

He then showed me several apps that played music using scores.

I explained to him: 'Your cell phone always plays that Debussy score in exactly the same way. You, on the other hand, with your emotions and flaws, will never play the score the same way twice. You will not play the same way on a sunny day when you have just fallen in love as on a cloudy day when a relative has just died. Music is not just a score - you too are part of the music. Art includes you in the experience; your human imperfections are also part of the work.'"

Do you like my trees? I kind of like the way my trees came out

happy salt air and the rust on your door month to all those who celebrate

(in which the boys try to hatch a dragon)

To You, My World (33K | Rated E)

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.

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?

[Podfic] Ankles by @citrusses

For @hd-wireless this year, I made a podfic of citrusses's excellent fic, Ankles. Give it a listen!