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Random fanfic ideas
4. A Wrong BWL fic where Harry and his twin are actually inseparable like the Weasley twins. The other twin, let's call him Alex, constantly slaps down any attempts to separate them.
Additionally, Harry is quite happy with the arrangement where his twin gets the fame as it allows him to do the sneak attacks while his brother is dazzling them with bullshit.
Please please PLEASE someone write this
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I guess it’s official, I’m making reclists again 😂 although at a much slower, gentler pace trying not to overwhelm myself again. Thank you for your patience! I can’t include more links on the old masterlist since it reached 100 links (😱) so I am belatedly creating another one with all the recent lists. I will probably add categories as we go, too lazy to do it at this point. Enjoy!
Characters:
Draco/Harry & Ron brOTP
Draco & Hermione brOTP
Dudley Dursley
George Weasley
Authoritarian Harry
Competent Harry
Jealous Harry
Playboy Harry
Sad/tired Harry
Dark Harry
Wolf Harry
Pining Harry 1 & 2 | Pining Draco
Draco after Azkaban
Draco has bad luck
Draco has panic attacks
Draco thinks he’s straight
Hot Draco | Confident Draco
Chaotic Draco
Empowered Draco + AUs
Magically powerful Draco
Morally grey Draco + law agent Harry
Original characters
Posh Draco + Humor
Protective Draco
Smitten Draco | Smitten Harry
Bullied Draco (8th year)
Spy Draco + Secret Relationship
Soft Draco + protective Harry
Successful Draco in the Muggle world
Writer & Journalist Draco
Long Harry-centric fics
1st person POV
POV outsider
Themes:
Banter
Birthdays
Casual sex before getting together
Cooking as a love language
Childhood trauma (Harry)
Chronic illness/chronic pain
Dating
Dragons
Dramatic love confessions
Drarry falling in love
Drarry in love
Drarry & the Press
Equal partners
First kiss (shorts)
First times
Fun & Sweet
Gardening
Gym
Hardcore angst / MCD
Humour
Imperfect Drarry
Inexperienced Drarry + first time
Life crisis
London aesthetics
Older Drarry
Pregnant Draco + 8th Year
Resentful attraction
Repressed D attracted to oblivious H
Sex toys
Slutty & Unhinged
Smoking weed
Summery reads
Sweet romance / fluff
Unhinged fics
Veil of Death
Wholesome long fics
Tropes:
Arranged/Forced Marriage
Canon rewrite
Crack
Dialogue-heavy fics
Epistolary
Fast sexual burn + slow emotional burn
“Fuck, I want you”
Hogwarts 8th year
Long & Plotty: 1 & 2 | Fics over 100k
Long fics 2017-2022
Fuck buddies
Kid fic
Multiverse
Post-war + found family
Slow burn + redemption arc
SFW reads (G and T-rated)
Time loop
Werewolf AU
World building
Personal lists:
⚜️ My all-time favorites
⚜️ Fics that strike a chord
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Do you guys ever read a fanfic that you really liked, but then you stop reading it for some reason, and then when you go to find it so you can finish it you can't find it anywhere? Like no matter how many Fic Rec blogs you go to or how many times you scour through the tags that you remember were on it, you can't find it? To the point where you are contemplating whether or not the fic exists at all? Then it makes you go crazy because you still are looking for something that you're not even sure exists?
No? Just me?
Well, either way it fucking sucks.
Summary:
Five times Harry flirted with Draco to avoid getting made fun of (and just to flirt with him, even if it takes a while for him to realize it.), and the one time Draco lost his shit over it.
Harry sat alone in the compartment alone, waiting for Hermione and Ron to get back from the prefects meeting, because none of the Gryffindor prefects we're available to go themselves. We’re sorry Harry, Hermione had said, we would stay if we could. It wasn’t like Harry was going to break down without them, he could handle a couple of hours without everyone around him treating him like he was made out of glass. This is what everyone has been doing since the end of the war last year.
Last year.
He shivered thinking about it.
Ever since he defeated Voldemort everyone either worshipped the ground he walked on or gave him pitying glances because of everything - everyone - he had lost.
Everyone except…
“Oi! Potter!”
Harry groaned as he turned to the opening of the compartment, glaring at the smirking blond being flanked by his childhood bodyguard: Goyle.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
The Slytherin only seemed to smirk wider, turning to make his prefect badge gleam in the light coming from the window. “Is that a way to address your prefect, Potter? I ought to take points.”
Harry gritted his teeth, “Yeah, right as if you were made prefect again. Eighth years can’t even be one.”
Draco’s smirk turned into a sneer, “And what about you, Potter?
Harry snorted, “Yeah, put me in a position of authority. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
Malfoy looked taken aback, and Harry smiled as the blonde started grasping at straws, “Well, you have had a bit of trouble with authority lately, haven’t you? I saw your little stint in the Prophet. Punching an Auror for merely saying his piece, even spent some time in captivity at the ministry I hear.” Harry clenched a fist, everyone who read the paper and their mother knew that the Auror he punched was harassing him during his summer Auror training. Malfoy was just being a prick and he still got under his skin. If he can just find a way to get back at him for once–
Then it hit him.
Oh, this was going to be good.
Harry stood up, preening internally when he realized he was about a head taller than the blonde, and stalked forward letting his eyes trail up and down before staring right into Malfoy’s eyes.
And, ok, Harry hates Malfoy with a burning passion, has since First Year. But even he wasn’t blind enough to see that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. With his fine, platinum blonde hair outlining high cheekbones and beautiful silver eyes, he could see - objectively - why they called Malfoy the Slytherin Prince.
The boy is a prat, but a pretty one.
So, Harry leaned in closer, resting his forearm against the door frame as he towered over Malfoy, “Is that what you’re into, Malfoy? Bad boys? If it is, you could have just asked. You don’t have to venture to the other side of the train just for my attention.”
Harry took great joy in watching Malfoy’s gobsmacked expression light up in a dark red, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I-In your dreams, Potter.”
Harry smirked, “I hope so.”
Malfoy blanched before turning on his heels and practically running away, a bewildered Goyle following him.
Harry thought it was worth the matching expressions Ron and Hermione gave him when they found Harry cackling like a loon.
~ 0 ~
The next time it happened was in potions. The Slytherins on the other side of the room were continuously tossing various ingredients across the room every time Slughorn turned his back.
Harry had tried to ignore it and was doing pretty well until a large bezoar landed in his potion and causing it to explode and splash all over his face and glasses. Luckily, he was only in the beginning stages so any contact would not have been fatal just yet. He heard snickers come from the right of the room, only to see none other than Malfoy, snickering as Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes at his partner’s childishness.
Harry glared at the Slytherins for a moment before remembering what he did on the train and found the perfect way to get back at him for it. He threw Malfoy a charming grin before lifting up the front of his shirt to wipe off his face, revealing a set of abs he had developed over early Auror training and spending the summer helping rebuild the school.
Ron was smirking next to him, completely oblivious to Harry’s goal, and gave a joking wolf whistle that set off a wave of giggling from the Gryffindors.
Amidst all the chatter, Harry winked at Draco Malfoy as Slughorn admonished him for disrupting class.
~0~
It was about two months into the year when Ron and Hermione finally confronted him about it.
“Harry,” he looked up from his Transfiguration essay to a concerned-looking Hermoine, “We need to talk.”
Ron frowned, “Yeah, Mate, at first we thought it was because the war is still affecting you but–”
“We’re worried,” Hermione interrupted.
Harry raised an eyebrow, he didn’t remember doing anything particularly stupid this week, “About what?”
Ron rolled his eyes, “About whatever is going on with you and Malfoy! It’s like you’re…flirting with him. It’s disturbing.”
Harry bit down a smile, “It’s actually pretty fun.”
Hermione looked alarmed, “Harry do you…do you fancy Malfoy?”
The boy’s eyes widened comically. Why on earth would they think that he fancies Draco Malfoy? Yeah, sure, he’s been flirting with him…oh. “What? No!”
“Then why the hell are you flirting with him, mate?” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione sat next to him, setting a hand on his shoulder, “Harry, you know we’ve been nothing but supportive since you came out, but Malfoy is taking it a bit too far.”
Harry laughed and explained the situation. Every time he flirts with Malfoy, the Slytherin gets all flustered and completely forgets what he was doing in the first place. So, Malfoy starts making fun of him, Harry flirts and gets him all worked up, Malfoy runs for the hills and Harry isn’t being made fun of anymore. No exchange of nasty comments until one leaves is needed.
Ron looks at him in awe, “That’s bloody brilliant.”
Hermione looks at him like he also had grown a second head, “Ron! Do not encourage him! This is absolutely idiotic and could have serious repercussions.” She rounded on Harry, “You can’t just play at someone’s emotions like that, Harry.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were against me fancying Malfoy?” She hit him with her Charms textbook, “Ow! What the hell, Hermione?”
The girl huffed, “Serves you right. Now let’s go before we’re late for Charms.”
~0~
On the way back to the common room, Harry and Ron had been laughing about Seamus’ latest exploding failure in Charms when someone shoulder-checked him from behind.
“Watch where you’re going, Scarhead. One would think that those hideous glasses would be good for something.”
Goyle snickered at Malfoy’s jibe, the blonde’s signature smirk painting his face.
Ron charged forward, but Harry pulled him back and shook his head before turning to the blond with a sweet smile, “I’d much rather watch where you’re going Malfoy, it’s always a nice view.”
Once again, Harry took great joy in seeing the Slytherin’s face turn Gryffindor red. “Shut up, Potter.” He practically ran down the hall, his cronies right at his heels.
~0~
It was any typical Saturday morning as far as Harry was concerned, students were filing into the Great Hall for breakfast, all relaxed and joyful for a day where they finally don’t have homework to worry about until Monday. Only one small detail had changed that affected far too much than what he was comfortable with.
Malfoy had his hair down.
Gone were the mass amounts of hair gel and the pompous smirk that made everyone want to swoon and punch him in the face at the same time (Or maybe that was just Harry). Instead, his hair was loose, some of it falling just above his eyes and the rest just looking like he ran his hands through it a couple of times and left it at that. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes either, just a white button-up that had a couple of the top buttons undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, with a pair of black slacks.
And he looked absolutely breathtaking.
Harry's mind doubled back. Get, a grip, Potter, the man has been your enemy for years. He can’t go around being attracted to Draco Malfoy. Everyone would think that he had gone off his rocker!
Wouldn’t be the first time. He thought bitterly.
Harry came to the realization that he was still staring at Malfoy when he locked eyes with the blonde, who was giving him a look of confusion and discomfort. To smooth it over, Harry gave him a once-over, much like he did on the train, and threw him a pair of finger guns and a wink. Malfoy glared at him with a flush and rushed to the Slytherin table, his back to the rest of the room.
He turned to Hermione, who gave him a pointed look. Harry just shrugged and promptly ignored her for the rest of the meal.
~0~
“...What is going on between Malfoy and Potter?”
“Are they dating?”
“No, no, they’ve been at each other’s throats for years…”
“Yeah but I’ve always thought that there was some kind of weird romantic tension or something between them.”
“You know, you do have a point…”
Harry snorted as he stalked down the hall, listening to the students of Hogwarts. There was no romantic tension between him and Malfoy. They were rivals. And the flirting was just a bit of fun. It’s not like he actually has feelings for Malfoy. Ugh.
He was - quite literally - slammed out of his thoughts as someone ran into him and sent him sprawling to the ground.
“Shit! I am so sorry are you - oh, it’s you.”
Harry brushed away the hair that had fallen on his face during the fall, looked up, and smiled up at the blonde that had just run into him, “Well hello there, Malfoy.”
The Slytherin glared down at him, “What do you want, Potter?”
“Why would I want anything? You’re the one who ran into me. If I didn’t know better you did it on purpose just to see me.” Harry said cheekily.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you know better, you arrogant arse.” Malfoy snapped.
Harry grinned and got up in one smooth movement, “Malfoy, you wound me, I thought we had something.”
The shorter boy scoffed, “Yeah, right, you wish.”
Harry stepped closer, “Yeah, I do.”
The Gryffindor stepped close enough so their faces were mere centimeters apart. Beautiful silver eyes glanced down to the lower part of his face before meeting green. “I-I, uh…”
Harry stole a glance at the blonde fringe on top of Malfoy’s head, “You know, you should leave your hair down more, it’s a good look on you. Makes you look more relaxed.” Then Harry made the most daring move yet, he leaned down to give the other boy a peck on the cheek and walked away. Unbeknownst to him, he left Draco Malfoy staring at his retreating form, looking absolutely starstruck.
And ok, maybe he had feelings for Malfoy. Maybe, it was something a lot more than that, and it had taken eight years for him to notice.
~0~
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Draco Malfoy was furious.
It also didn’t take a genius to know that if you see him stomping down the hall like a charging bull, you duck out of the way before you get the horns. Or cursed.
But Potter wasn’t exactly known for his brilliance.
“Potter!” He roared, catching the attention of everyone in the hall.
The teen barely had enough time to turn around before he was being thrown against a wall, Draco’s eyes icy as he pressed an arm against the taller boy’s throat, “What the hell are you on about, Potter?”
The Gryffindor had the audacity to look confused, “What are you talking about?”
Draco growled and pushed harder on Potter’s neck, making him throw his hands up in surrender, “Ah! Ok, ok, ok! Don’t play dumb. Lesson learned.”
“What is this? This thing you’ve been doing. Is this some kind of ploy? Some sort of humiliation tactic?”
“Well, actually-”
“Or are you just trying to be cruel, to play with my emotions and give me hope only to take it away?”
“Wait, what?”
Draco’s eyes started to tear up, “I bet that’s it, isn’t it? To manipulate me into believing that you actually liked me back after all these years only to turn around and humiliate me all over again.”
“Malfoy-”
Draco let his arm fall and looked down, his voice barely a whisper as tears ran down his pale face, “You fucking bastard, I thought the “Chosen One” would be above doing something so cruel.”
“Draco-” Potter reached for his arm but the blonde pushed him away and started running in the other direction. “Damn it. Malfoy! Wait!”
Harry looked in every nook and cranny of the castle for hours. He could feel his heartbeat roaring, hoping to whatever entity listening that he could beg for forgiveness.
Then he heard it, right as he passed Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “Oh, Draco, it’s not your fault…”
Harry opened the door to the bathroom, steeling himself before walking inside.
His eyes landed on Draco first. The blonde was curled up into a ball underneath one of the sinks, head buried in his arms as Moaning Myrtle did her meat to comfort him.
“Well, this looks familiar.”
Harry fought the urge to smack himself. Really, Potter? After everything you did today you’re going to bring up the time when you almost killed him?
Myrtle startled and flew back into the toilet with a soft cry.
Malfoy looked up at him, even when crying it was pretty damn terrifying, “What do you want, Potter? Come to humiliate me some more?”
Harry winced, “No.”
“Yeah, right,” the Slytherin scoffed, “You can leave now.”
Harry didn’t leave, in fact, he did the opposite, he curled up under the sink right next to Malfoy, “I swear I’m not.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Well sorry if I don’t beleive you, Potter.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
A silence rolled over the room, no sound but a faint dripping sound from one of the sinks.
Harry sighed and leaned his head against the wall with a dull THUNK! “Do you want to know why I flirted with you all year?”
“No.”
“Because I wanted to avoid you.”
Malfoy looked over at him, a little confused and hurt, “What? How does that even-”
Harry shrugged, “That’s what I thought when it started, every time I did it you got all flustered and would leave me alone, plus I liked finally having something to hold over your head. Like you’ve been doing to me for years.”
Malfoy’s eyes smoldered with fury, “Potter if you think-”
But the Gryffindor kept going, “But then, I realized that wasn’t the case at all.” He turned his head to look Malfoy in the eye, “There is a fine line between love and hate, so I’ve been told.”
“Potter, what exactly are you saying?” Malfoy questioned, not daring to give himself hope.
“I’m saying that I like you too, Draco Malfoy,” Harry said, being completely honest and open. “Maybe more than that. But I liked seeing you get all flustered, I thought it was cute. I liked that your eyes got much brighter every time I flirted because they’re the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. I liked seeing you with your hair down and wearing jumpers three sizes too big around the castle when it got cold because you looked so relaxed and happy and so fucking gorgeous. And when you pushed me against that wall earlier, Merlin, you have no idea how hot you are when you’re pissed off.”
Draco refused to take his eyes off of his lap, his cheeks flushed a light pink, “W-why are you telling me this?”
Harry used two fingers to grasp the other boy’s chin and guided him to meet his eyes, “Because it’s true. Because it’s been something I’ve needed to say for years but didn’t realize until just now.”
Draco let out a wet laugh as he wiped away the tears on his face, “Well, you always have been an idiot.”
Harry laughed, “So true.”
Another silence fell, this one much more comfortable than the first. Draco had let his head fall against Harry’s shoulder and Harry put an arm around him. They just sat there for a while, nothing but contented hums occasional small whispers.
It was Draco that broke it this time, “So, what do we do now?”
Harry shrugged, slightly jostling Draco’s head, “What do you want to do?”
Draco lifted his head to look at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaning in, “I can think of a few things.”
The raven-haired boy smirked, “Oh, really?”
Draco didn’t respond, just grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him, and it was everything he could have hoped for. It was nothing like Cho or that brief amount of time he spent with Ginny after the war. It felt electric, like joy-filled sparks traveling up and down his skin. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist as the blonde melted into him, the both of them smiling into every kiss.
And they lived happily ever after…probably.
Summary:
Five times Harry flirted with Draco to avoid getting made fun of (and just to flirt with him, even if it takes a while for him to realize it.), and the one time Draco lost his shit over it.
Harry sat alone in the compartment alone, waiting for Hermione and Ron to get back from the prefects meeting, because none of the Gryffindor prefects we're available to go themselves. We’re sorry Harry, Hermione had said, we would stay if we could. It wasn’t like Harry was going to break down without them, he could handle a couple of hours without everyone around him treating him like he was made out of glass. This is what everyone has been doing since the end of the war last year.
Last year.
He shivered thinking about it.
Ever since he defeated Voldemort everyone either worshipped the ground he walked on or gave him pitying glances because of everything - everyone - he had lost.
Everyone except…
“Oi! Potter!”
Harry groaned as he turned to the opening of the compartment, glaring at the smirking blond being flanked by his childhood bodyguard: Goyle.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
The Slytherin only seemed to smirk wider, turning to make his prefect badge gleam in the light coming from the window. “Is that a way to address your prefect, Potter? I ought to take points.”
Harry gritted his teeth, “Yeah, right as if you were made prefect again. Eighth years can’t even be one.”
Draco’s smirk turned into a sneer, “And what about you, Potter?
Harry snorted, “Yeah, put me in a position of authority. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
Malfoy looked taken aback, and Harry smiled as the blonde started grasping at straws, “Well, you have had a bit of trouble with authority lately, haven’t you? I saw your little stint in the Prophet. Punching an Auror for merely saying his piece, even spent some time in captivity at the ministry I hear.” Harry clenched a fist, everyone who read the paper and their mother knew that the Auror he punched was harassing him during his summer Auror training. Malfoy was just being a prick and he still got under his skin. If he can just find a way to get back at him for once–
Then it hit him.
Oh, this was going to be good.
Harry stood up, preening internally when he realized he was about a head taller than the blonde, and stalked forward letting his eyes trail up and down before staring right into Malfoy’s eyes.
And, ok, Harry hates Malfoy with a burning passion, has since First Year. But even he wasn’t blind enough to see that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. With his fine, platinum blonde hair outlining high cheekbones and beautiful silver eyes, he could see - objectively - why they called Malfoy the Slytherin Prince.
The boy is a prat, but a pretty one.
So, Harry leaned in closer, resting his forearm against the door frame as he towered over Malfoy, “Is that what you’re into, Malfoy? Bad boys? If it is, you could have just asked. You don’t have to venture to the other side of the train just for my attention.”
Harry took great joy in watching Malfoy’s gobsmacked expression light up in a dark red, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I-In your dreams, Potter.”
Harry smirked, “I hope so.”
Malfoy blanched before turning on his heels and practically running away, a bewildered Goyle following him.
Harry thought it was worth the matching expressions Ron and Hermione gave him when they found Harry cackling like a loon.
~ 0 ~
The next time it happened was in potions. The Slytherins on the other side of the room were continuously tossing various ingredients across the room every time Slughorn turned his back.
Harry had tried to ignore it and was doing pretty well until a large bezoar landed in his potion and causing it to explode and splash all over his face and glasses. Luckily, he was only in the beginning stages so any contact would not have been fatal just yet. He heard snickers come from the right of the room, only to see none other than Malfoy, snickering as Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes at his partner’s childishness.
Harry glared at the Slytherins for a moment before remembering what he did on the train and found the perfect way to get back at him for it. He threw Malfoy a charming grin before lifting up the front of his shirt to wipe off his face, revealing a set of abs he had developed over early Auror training and spending the summer helping rebuild the school.
Ron was smirking next to him, completely oblivious to Harry’s goal, and gave a joking wolf whistle that set off a wave of giggling from the Gryffindors.
Amidst all the chatter, Harry winked at Draco Malfoy as Slughorn admonished him for disrupting class.
~0~
It was about two months into the year when Ron and Hermione finally confronted him about it.
“Harry,” he looked up from his Transfiguration essay to a concerned-looking Hermoine, “We need to talk.”
Ron frowned, “Yeah, Mate, at first we thought it was because the war is still affecting you but–”
“We’re worried,” Hermione interrupted.
Harry raised an eyebrow, he didn’t remember doing anything particularly stupid this week, “About what?”
Ron rolled his eyes, “About whatever is going on with you and Malfoy! It’s like you’re…flirting with him. It’s disturbing.”
Harry bit down a smile, “It’s actually pretty fun.”
Hermione looked alarmed, “Harry do you…do you fancy Malfoy?”
The boy’s eyes widened comically. Why on earth would they think that he fancies Draco Malfoy? Yeah, sure, he’s been flirting with him…oh. “What? No!”
“Then why the hell are you flirting with him, mate?” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione sat next to him, setting a hand on his shoulder, “Harry, you know we’ve been nothing but supportive since you came out, but Malfoy is taking it a bit too far.”
Harry laughed and explained the situation. Every time he flirts with Malfoy, the Slytherin gets all flustered and completely forgets what he was doing in the first place. So, Malfoy starts making fun of him, Harry flirts and gets him all worked up, Malfoy runs for the hills and Harry isn’t being made fun of anymore. No exchange of nasty comments until one leaves is needed.
Ron looks at him in awe, “That’s bloody brilliant.”
Hermione looks at him like he also had grown a second head, “Ron! Do not encourage him! This is absolutely idiotic and could have serious repercussions.” She rounded on Harry, “You can’t just play at someone’s emotions like that, Harry.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were against me fancying Malfoy?” She hit him with her Charms textbook, “Ow! What the hell, Hermione?”
The girl huffed, “Serves you right. Now let’s go before we’re late for Charms.”
~0~
On the way back to the common room, Harry and Ron had been laughing about Seamus’ latest exploding failure in Charms when someone shoulder-checked him from behind.
“Watch where you’re going, Scarhead. One would think that those hideous glasses would be good for something.”
Goyle snickered at Malfoy’s jibe, the blonde’s signature smirk painting his face.
Ron charged forward, but Harry pulled him back and shook his head before turning to the blond with a sweet smile, “I’d much rather watch where you’re going Malfoy, it’s always a nice view.”
Once again, Harry took great joy in seeing the Slytherin’s face turn Gryffindor red. “Shut up, Potter.” He practically ran down the hall, his cronies right at his heels.
~0~
It was any typical Saturday morning as far as Harry was concerned, students were filing into the Great Hall for breakfast, all relaxed and joyful for a day where they finally don’t have homework to worry about until Monday. Only one small detail had changed that affected far too much than what he was comfortable with.
Malfoy had his hair down.
Gone were the mass amounts of hair gel and the pompous smirk that made everyone want to swoon and punch him in the face at the same time (Or maybe that was just Harry). Instead, his hair was loose, some of it falling just above his eyes and the rest just looking like he ran his hands through it a couple of times and left it at that. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes either, just a white button-up that had a couple of the top buttons undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, with a pair of black slacks.
And he looked absolutely breathtaking.
Harry's mind doubled back. Get, a grip, Potter, the man has been your enemy for years. He can’t go around being attracted to Draco Malfoy. Everyone would think that he had gone off his rocker!
Wouldn’t be the first time. He thought bitterly.
Harry came to the realization that he was still staring at Malfoy when he locked eyes with the blonde, who was giving him a look of confusion and discomfort. To smooth it over, Harry gave him a once-over, much like he did on the train, and threw him a pair of finger guns and a wink. Malfoy glared at him with a flush and rushed to the Slytherin table, his back to the rest of the room.
He turned to Hermione, who gave him a pointed look. Harry just shrugged and promptly ignored her for the rest of the meal.
~0~
“...What is going on between Malfoy and Potter?”
“Are they dating?”
“No, no, they’ve been at each other’s throats for years…”
“Yeah but I’ve always thought that there was some kind of weird romantic tension or something between them.”
“You know, you do have a point…”
Harry snorted as he stalked down the hall, listening to the students of Hogwarts. There was no romantic tension between him and Malfoy. They were rivals. And the flirting was just a bit of fun. It’s not like he actually has feelings for Malfoy. Ugh.
He was - quite literally - slammed out of his thoughts as someone ran into him and sent him sprawling to the ground.
“Shit! I am so sorry are you - oh, it’s you.”
Harry brushed away the hair that had fallen on his face during the fall, looked up, and smiled up at the blonde that had just run into him, “Well hello there, Malfoy.”
The Slytherin glared down at him, “What do you want, Potter?”
“Why would I want anything? You’re the one who ran into me. If I didn’t know better you did it on purpose just to see me.” Harry said cheekily.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you know better, you arrogant arse.” Malfoy snapped.
Harry grinned and got up in one smooth movement, “Malfoy, you wound me, I thought we had something.”
The shorter boy scoffed, “Yeah, right, you wish.”
Harry stepped closer, “Yeah, I do.”
The Gryffindor stepped close enough so their faces were mere centimeters apart. Beautiful silver eyes glanced down to the lower part of his face before meeting green. “I-I, uh…”
Harry stole a glance at the blonde fringe on top of Malfoy’s head, “You know, you should leave your hair down more, it’s a good look on you. Makes you look more relaxed.” Then Harry made the most daring move yet, he leaned down to give the other boy a peck on the cheek and walked away. Unbeknownst to him, he left Draco Malfoy staring at his retreating form, looking absolutely starstruck.
And ok, maybe he had feelings for Malfoy. Maybe, it was something a lot more than that, and it had taken eight years for him to notice.
~0~
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Draco Malfoy was furious.
It also didn’t take a genius to know that if you see him stomping down the hall like a charging bull, you duck out of the way before you get the horns. Or cursed.
But Potter wasn’t exactly known for his brilliance.
“Potter!” He roared, catching the attention of everyone in the hall.
The teen barely had enough time to turn around before he was being thrown against a wall, Draco’s eyes icy as he pressed an arm against the taller boy’s throat, “What the hell are you on about, Potter?”
The Gryffindor had the audacity to look confused, “What are you talking about?”
Draco growled and pushed harder on Potter’s neck, making him throw his hands up in surrender, “Ah! Ok, ok, ok! Don’t play dumb. Lesson learned.”
“What is this? This thing you’ve been doing. Is this some kind of ploy? Some sort of humiliation tactic?”
“Well, actually-”
“Or are you just trying to be cruel, to play with my emotions and give me hope only to take it away?”
“Wait, what?”
Draco’s eyes started to tear up, “I bet that’s it, isn’t it? To manipulate me into believing that you actually liked me back after all these years only to turn around and humiliate me all over again.”
“Malfoy-”
Draco let his arm fall and looked down, his voice barely a whisper as tears ran down his pale face, “You fucking bastard, I thought the “Chosen One” would be above doing something so cruel.”
“Draco-” Potter reached for his arm but the blonde pushed him away and started running in the other direction. “Damn it. Malfoy! Wait!”
Harry looked in every nook and cranny of the castle for hours. He could feel his heartbeat roaring, hoping to whatever entity listening that he could beg for forgiveness.
Then he heard it, right as he passed Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “Oh, Draco, it’s not your fault…”
Harry opened the door to the bathroom, steeling himself before walking inside.
His eyes landed on Draco first. The blonde was curled up into a ball underneath one of the sinks, head buried in his arms as Moaning Myrtle did her meat to comfort him.
“Well, this looks familiar.”
Harry fought the urge to smack himself. Really, Potter? After everything you did today you’re going to bring up the time when you almost killed him?
Myrtle startled and flew back into the toilet with a soft cry.
Malfoy looked up at him, even when crying it was pretty damn terrifying, “What do you want, Potter? Come to humiliate me some more?”
Harry winced, “No.”
“Yeah, right,” the Slytherin scoffed, “You can leave now.”
Harry didn’t leave, in fact, he did the opposite, he curled up under the sink right next to Malfoy, “I swear I’m not.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Well sorry if I don’t beleive you, Potter.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
A silence rolled over the room, no sound but a faint dripping sound from one of the sinks.
Harry sighed and leaned his head against the wall with a dull THUNK! “Do you want to know why I flirted with you all year?”
“No.”
“Because I wanted to avoid you.”
Malfoy looked over at him, a little confused and hurt, “What? How does that even-”
Harry shrugged, “That’s what I thought when it started, every time I did it you got all flustered and would leave me alone, plus I liked finally having something to hold over your head. Like you’ve been doing to me for years.”
Malfoy’s eyes smoldered with fury, “Potter if you think-”
But the Gryffindor kept going, “But then, I realized that wasn’t the case at all.” He turned his head to look Malfoy in the eye, “There is a fine line between love and hate, so I’ve been told.”
“Potter, what exactly are you saying?” Malfoy questioned, not daring to give himself hope.
“I’m saying that I like you too, Draco Malfoy,” Harry said, being completely honest and open. “Maybe more than that. But I liked seeing you get all flustered, I thought it was cute. I liked that your eyes got much brighter every time I flirted because they’re the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. I liked seeing you with your hair down and wearing jumpers three sizes too big around the castle when it got cold because you looked so relaxed and happy and so fucking gorgeous. And when you pushed me against that wall earlier, Merlin, you have no idea how hot you are when you’re pissed off.”
Draco refused to take his eyes off of his lap, his cheeks flushed a light pink, “W-why are you telling me this?”
Harry used two fingers to grasp the other boy’s chin and guided him to meet his eyes, “Because it’s true. Because it’s been something I’ve needed to say for years but didn’t realize until just now.”
Draco let out a wet laugh as he wiped away the tears on his face, “Well, you always have been an idiot.”
Harry laughed, “So true.”
Another silence fell, this one much more comfortable than the first. Draco had let his head fall against Harry’s shoulder and Harry put an arm around him. They just sat there for a while, nothing but contented hums occasional small whispers.
It was Draco that broke it this time, “So, what do we do now?”
Harry shrugged, slightly jostling Draco’s head, “What do you want to do?”
Draco lifted his head to look at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaning in, “I can think of a few things.”
The raven-haired boy smirked, “Oh, really?”
Draco didn’t respond, just grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him, and it was everything he could have hoped for. It was nothing like Cho or that brief amount of time he spent with Ginny after the war. It felt electric, like joy-filled sparks traveling up and down his skin. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist as the blonde melted into him, the both of them smiling into every kiss.
And they lived happily ever after…probably.
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I have a question that's been bothering me for a REALLY long time.
So you know how Voldemort couldn't touch Harry without burning himself?
And the "only way" to protect Harry was through his mother's love protection through the Evans blood line or whatever.
And you know how Voldemort could touch Harry after using Harry's blood in that weird potion that gave him a body?
None of that has ever made sense to me.
Harry was being protected by his mother's love and that protection only lasted as long as one of her relatives were living and Harry lived with them, right?
And, because of that protection, there's was no possible way that Voldemort would ever harm him until that protection is gone.
So, to get around that Voldemort uses Harry's blood as the "blood of the enemy, forcibly taken" to get his body back.
After the weird ritual is done, Voldemort says "I can touch you now" (which is super creepy and makes him seem like a pedophile) and then burns Harry or whatever, deeming Lily's protection on Harry null.
But doesn't that also mean the protection on the Dursley house is gone too?
I mean, think about it, if using Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back broke the protection on Harry himself, how is the same protection still on the Dursley house?
So, if my theory is right, and the protection is completely useless, then that means Dumbledore must've known that the wards we're gone and yet HE STILL INSISTED THAT HARRY HAS TO LIVE IN AN EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE HOME!
Either that, or he really isn't all that all-knowing and powerful as everyone says he is.
Thank you for reading my rant.
You're wrong because canon proves that the wards still worked. Otherwise Harry would have been attacked in Privet Drive post-GOF. The wards were more complex than being a mere extension of Lily's sacrifice; we don't know how they work or enough about wards to determine anything. If canon says that Harry was still protected post-GOF, then he was- nevermind JKR having logic-gaps and sheer stupidity. You're just... senselessly ranting.
You know, you make a good point
Sorry for being an arse bout it tho; I'm mildly hungover
Nah it's all good, I probably needed someone to correct me anyway 😂
I have a question that's been bothering me for a REALLY long time.
So you know how Voldemort couldn't touch Harry without burning himself?
And the "only way" to protect Harry was through his mother's love protection through the Evans blood line or whatever.
And you know how Voldemort could touch Harry after using Harry's blood in that weird potion that gave him a body?
None of that has ever made sense to me.
Harry was being protected by his mother's love and that protection only lasted as long as one of her relatives were living and Harry lived with them, right?
And, because of that protection, there's was no possible way that Voldemort would ever harm him until that protection is gone.
So, to get around that Voldemort uses Harry's blood as the "blood of the enemy, forcibly taken" to get his body back.
After the weird ritual is done, Voldemort says "I can touch you now" (which is super creepy and makes him seem like a pedophile) and then burns Harry or whatever, deeming Lily's protection on Harry null.
But doesn't that also mean the protection on the Dursley house is gone too?
I mean, think about it, if using Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back broke the protection on Harry himself, how is the same protection still on the Dursley house?
So, if my theory is right, and the protection is completely useless, then that means Dumbledore must've known that the wards we're gone and yet HE STILL INSISTED THAT HARRY HAS TO LIVE IN AN EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE HOME!
Either that, or he really isn't all that all-knowing and powerful as everyone says he is.
Thank you for reading my rant.
You're wrong because canon proves that the wards still worked. Otherwise Harry would have been attacked in Privet Drive post-GOF. The wards were more complex than being a mere extension of Lily's sacrifice; we don't know how they work or enough about wards to determine anything. If canon says that Harry was still protected post-GOF, then he was- nevermind JKR having logic-gaps and sheer stupidity. You're just... senselessly ranting.
You know, you make a good point
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Summary:
Five times Harry flirted with Draco to avoid getting made fun of (and just to flirt with him, even if it takes a while for him to realize it.), and the one time Draco lost his shit over it.
Harry sat alone in the compartment alone, waiting for Hermione and Ron to get back from the prefects meeting, because none of the Gryffindor prefects we're available to go themselves. We’re sorry Harry, Hermione had said, we would stay if we could. It wasn’t like Harry was going to break down without them, he could handle a couple of hours without everyone around him treating him like he was made out of glass. This is what everyone has been doing since the end of the war last year.
Last year.
He shivered thinking about it.
Ever since he defeated Voldemort everyone either worshipped the ground he walked on or gave him pitying glances because of everything - everyone - he had lost.
Everyone except…
“Oi! Potter!”
Harry groaned as he turned to the opening of the compartment, glaring at the smirking blond being flanked by his childhood bodyguard: Goyle.
“What do you want, Malfoy?”
The Slytherin only seemed to smirk wider, turning to make his prefect badge gleam in the light coming from the window. “Is that a way to address your prefect, Potter? I ought to take points.”
Harry gritted his teeth, “Yeah, right as if you were made prefect again. Eighth years can’t even be one.”
Draco’s smirk turned into a sneer, “And what about you, Potter?
Harry snorted, “Yeah, put me in a position of authority. Sounds like a disaster waiting to happen.”
Malfoy looked taken aback, and Harry smiled as the blonde started grasping at straws, “Well, you have had a bit of trouble with authority lately, haven’t you? I saw your little stint in the Prophet. Punching an Auror for merely saying his piece, even spent some time in captivity at the ministry I hear.” Harry clenched a fist, everyone who read the paper and their mother knew that the Auror he punched was harassing him during his summer Auror training. Malfoy was just being a prick and he still got under his skin. If he can just find a way to get back at him for once–
Then it hit him.
Oh, this was going to be good.
Harry stood up, preening internally when he realized he was about a head taller than the blonde, and stalked forward letting his eyes trail up and down before staring right into Malfoy’s eyes.
And, ok, Harry hates Malfoy with a burning passion, has since First Year. But even he wasn’t blind enough to see that the boy was absolutely gorgeous. With his fine, platinum blonde hair outlining high cheekbones and beautiful silver eyes, he could see - objectively - why they called Malfoy the Slytherin Prince.
The boy is a prat, but a pretty one.
So, Harry leaned in closer, resting his forearm against the door frame as he towered over Malfoy, “Is that what you’re into, Malfoy? Bad boys? If it is, you could have just asked. You don’t have to venture to the other side of the train just for my attention.”
Harry took great joy in watching Malfoy’s gobsmacked expression light up in a dark red, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I-In your dreams, Potter.”
Harry smirked, “I hope so.”
Malfoy blanched before turning on his heels and practically running away, a bewildered Goyle following him.
Harry thought it was worth the matching expressions Ron and Hermione gave him when they found Harry cackling like a loon.
~ 0 ~
The next time it happened was in potions. The Slytherins on the other side of the room were continuously tossing various ingredients across the room every time Slughorn turned his back.
Harry had tried to ignore it and was doing pretty well until a large bezoar landed in his potion and causing it to explode and splash all over his face and glasses. Luckily, he was only in the beginning stages so any contact would not have been fatal just yet. He heard snickers come from the right of the room, only to see none other than Malfoy, snickering as Blaise Zabini rolled his eyes at his partner’s childishness.
Harry glared at the Slytherins for a moment before remembering what he did on the train and found the perfect way to get back at him for it. He threw Malfoy a charming grin before lifting up the front of his shirt to wipe off his face, revealing a set of abs he had developed over early Auror training and spending the summer helping rebuild the school.
Ron was smirking next to him, completely oblivious to Harry’s goal, and gave a joking wolf whistle that set off a wave of giggling from the Gryffindors.
Amidst all the chatter, Harry winked at Draco Malfoy as Slughorn admonished him for disrupting class.
~0~
It was about two months into the year when Ron and Hermione finally confronted him about it.
“Harry,” he looked up from his Transfiguration essay to a concerned-looking Hermoine, “We need to talk.”
Ron frowned, “Yeah, Mate, at first we thought it was because the war is still affecting you but–”
“We’re worried,” Hermione interrupted.
Harry raised an eyebrow, he didn’t remember doing anything particularly stupid this week, “About what?”
Ron rolled his eyes, “About whatever is going on with you and Malfoy! It’s like you’re…flirting with him. It’s disturbing.”
Harry bit down a smile, “It’s actually pretty fun.”
Hermione looked alarmed, “Harry do you…do you fancy Malfoy?”
The boy’s eyes widened comically. Why on earth would they think that he fancies Draco Malfoy? Yeah, sure, he’s been flirting with him…oh. “What? No!”
“Then why the hell are you flirting with him, mate?” Ron exclaimed.
Hermione sat next to him, setting a hand on his shoulder, “Harry, you know we’ve been nothing but supportive since you came out, but Malfoy is taking it a bit too far.”
Harry laughed and explained the situation. Every time he flirts with Malfoy, the Slytherin gets all flustered and completely forgets what he was doing in the first place. So, Malfoy starts making fun of him, Harry flirts and gets him all worked up, Malfoy runs for the hills and Harry isn’t being made fun of anymore. No exchange of nasty comments until one leaves is needed.
Ron looks at him in awe, “That’s bloody brilliant.”
Hermione looks at him like he also had grown a second head, “Ron! Do not encourage him! This is absolutely idiotic and could have serious repercussions.” She rounded on Harry, “You can’t just play at someone’s emotions like that, Harry.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I thought you were against me fancying Malfoy?” She hit him with her Charms textbook, “Ow! What the hell, Hermione?”
The girl huffed, “Serves you right. Now let’s go before we’re late for Charms.”
~0~
On the way back to the common room, Harry and Ron had been laughing about Seamus’ latest exploding failure in Charms when someone shoulder-checked him from behind.
“Watch where you’re going, Scarhead. One would think that those hideous glasses would be good for something.”
Goyle snickered at Malfoy’s jibe, the blonde’s signature smirk painting his face.
Ron charged forward, but Harry pulled him back and shook his head before turning to the blond with a sweet smile, “I’d much rather watch where you’re going Malfoy, it’s always a nice view.”
Once again, Harry took great joy in seeing the Slytherin’s face turn Gryffindor red. “Shut up, Potter.” He practically ran down the hall, his cronies right at his heels.
~0~
It was any typical Saturday morning as far as Harry was concerned, students were filing into the Great Hall for breakfast, all relaxed and joyful for a day where they finally don’t have homework to worry about until Monday. Only one small detail had changed that affected far too much than what he was comfortable with.
Malfoy had his hair down.
Gone were the mass amounts of hair gel and the pompous smirk that made everyone want to swoon and punch him in the face at the same time (Or maybe that was just Harry). Instead, his hair was loose, some of it falling just above his eyes and the rest just looking like he ran his hands through it a couple of times and left it at that. He wasn’t wearing his usual robes either, just a white button-up that had a couple of the top buttons undone, and the sleeves were rolled up to his forearms, with a pair of black slacks.
And he looked absolutely breathtaking.
Harry's mind doubled back. Get, a grip, Potter, the man has been your enemy for years. He can’t go around being attracted to Draco Malfoy. Everyone would think that he had gone off his rocker!
Wouldn’t be the first time. He thought bitterly.
Harry came to the realization that he was still staring at Malfoy when he locked eyes with the blonde, who was giving him a look of confusion and discomfort. To smooth it over, Harry gave him a once-over, much like he did on the train, and threw him a pair of finger guns and a wink. Malfoy glared at him with a flush and rushed to the Slytherin table, his back to the rest of the room.
He turned to Hermione, who gave him a pointed look. Harry just shrugged and promptly ignored her for the rest of the meal.
~0~
“...What is going on between Malfoy and Potter?”
“Are they dating?”
“No, no, they’ve been at each other’s throats for years…”
“Yeah but I’ve always thought that there was some kind of weird romantic tension or something between them.”
“You know, you do have a point…”
Harry snorted as he stalked down the hall, listening to the students of Hogwarts. There was no romantic tension between him and Malfoy. They were rivals. And the flirting was just a bit of fun. It’s not like he actually has feelings for Malfoy. Ugh.
He was - quite literally - slammed out of his thoughts as someone ran into him and sent him sprawling to the ground.
“Shit! I am so sorry are you - oh, it’s you.”
Harry brushed away the hair that had fallen on his face during the fall, looked up, and smiled up at the blonde that had just run into him, “Well hello there, Malfoy.”
The Slytherin glared down at him, “What do you want, Potter?”
“Why would I want anything? You’re the one who ran into me. If I didn’t know better you did it on purpose just to see me.” Harry said cheekily.
“Well, then it’s a good thing you know better, you arrogant arse.” Malfoy snapped.
Harry grinned and got up in one smooth movement, “Malfoy, you wound me, I thought we had something.”
The shorter boy scoffed, “Yeah, right, you wish.”
Harry stepped closer, “Yeah, I do.”
The Gryffindor stepped close enough so their faces were mere centimeters apart. Beautiful silver eyes glanced down to the lower part of his face before meeting green. “I-I, uh…”
Harry stole a glance at the blonde fringe on top of Malfoy’s head, “You know, you should leave your hair down more, it’s a good look on you. Makes you look more relaxed.” Then Harry made the most daring move yet, he leaned down to give the other boy a peck on the cheek and walked away. Unbeknownst to him, he left Draco Malfoy staring at his retreating form, looking absolutely starstruck.
And ok, maybe he had feelings for Malfoy. Maybe, it was something a lot more than that, and it had taken eight years for him to notice.
~0~
It didn’t take a genius to tell that Draco Malfoy was furious.
It also didn’t take a genius to know that if you see him stomping down the hall like a charging bull, you duck out of the way before you get the horns. Or cursed.
But Potter wasn’t exactly known for his brilliance.
“Potter!” He roared, catching the attention of everyone in the hall.
The teen barely had enough time to turn around before he was being thrown against a wall, Draco’s eyes icy as he pressed an arm against the taller boy’s throat, “What the hell are you on about, Potter?”
The Gryffindor had the audacity to look confused, “What are you talking about?”
Draco growled and pushed harder on Potter’s neck, making him throw his hands up in surrender, “Ah! Ok, ok, ok! Don’t play dumb. Lesson learned.”
“What is this? This thing you’ve been doing. Is this some kind of ploy? Some sort of humiliation tactic?”
“Well, actually-”
“Or are you just trying to be cruel, to play with my emotions and give me hope only to take it away?”
“Wait, what?”
Draco’s eyes started to tear up, “I bet that’s it, isn’t it? To manipulate me into believing that you actually liked me back after all these years only to turn around and humiliate me all over again.”
“Malfoy-”
Draco let his arm fall and looked down, his voice barely a whisper as tears ran down his pale face, “You fucking bastard, I thought the “Chosen One” would be above doing something so cruel.”
“Draco-” Potter reached for his arm but the blonde pushed him away and started running in the other direction. “Damn it. Malfoy! Wait!”
Harry looked in every nook and cranny of the castle for hours. He could feel his heartbeat roaring, hoping to whatever entity listening that he could beg for forgiveness.
Then he heard it, right as he passed Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom. “Oh, Draco, it’s not your fault…”
Harry opened the door to the bathroom, steeling himself before walking inside.
His eyes landed on Draco first. The blonde was curled up into a ball underneath one of the sinks, head buried in his arms as Moaning Myrtle did her meat to comfort him.
“Well, this looks familiar.”
Harry fought the urge to smack himself. Really, Potter? After everything you did today you’re going to bring up the time when you almost killed him?
Myrtle startled and flew back into the toilet with a soft cry.
Malfoy looked up at him, even when crying it was pretty damn terrifying, “What do you want, Potter? Come to humiliate me some more?”
Harry winced, “No.”
“Yeah, right,” the Slytherin scoffed, “You can leave now.”
Harry didn’t leave, in fact, he did the opposite, he curled up under the sink right next to Malfoy, “I swear I’m not.”
Malfoy rolled his eyes, “Well sorry if I don’t beleive you, Potter.”
“Yeah, that’s fair.”
A silence rolled over the room, no sound but a faint dripping sound from one of the sinks.
Harry sighed and leaned his head against the wall with a dull THUNK! “Do you want to know why I flirted with you all year?”
“No.”
“Because I wanted to avoid you.”
Malfoy looked over at him, a little confused and hurt, “What? How does that even-”
Harry shrugged, “That’s what I thought when it started, every time I did it you got all flustered and would leave me alone, plus I liked finally having something to hold over your head. Like you’ve been doing to me for years.”
Malfoy’s eyes smoldered with fury, “Potter if you think-”
But the Gryffindor kept going, “But then, I realized that wasn’t the case at all.” He turned his head to look Malfoy in the eye, “There is a fine line between love and hate, so I’ve been told.”
“Potter, what exactly are you saying?” Malfoy questioned, not daring to give himself hope.
“I’m saying that I like you too, Draco Malfoy,” Harry said, being completely honest and open. “Maybe more than that. But I liked seeing you get all flustered, I thought it was cute. I liked that your eyes got much brighter every time I flirted because they’re the prettiest things I’ve ever seen. I liked seeing you with your hair down and wearing jumpers three sizes too big around the castle when it got cold because you looked so relaxed and happy and so fucking gorgeous. And when you pushed me against that wall earlier, Merlin, you have no idea how hot you are when you’re pissed off.”
Draco refused to take his eyes off of his lap, his cheeks flushed a light pink, “W-why are you telling me this?”
Harry used two fingers to grasp the other boy’s chin and guided him to meet his eyes, “Because it’s true. Because it’s been something I’ve needed to say for years but didn’t realize until just now.”
Draco let out a wet laugh as he wiped away the tears on his face, “Well, you always have been an idiot.”
Harry laughed, “So true.”
Another silence fell, this one much more comfortable than the first. Draco had let his head fall against Harry’s shoulder and Harry put an arm around him. They just sat there for a while, nothing but contented hums occasional small whispers.
It was Draco that broke it this time, “So, what do we do now?”
Harry shrugged, slightly jostling Draco’s head, “What do you want to do?”
Draco lifted his head to look at Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes, leaning in, “I can think of a few things.”
The raven-haired boy smirked, “Oh, really?”
Draco didn’t respond, just grabbed Harry’s face and kissed him, and it was everything he could have hoped for. It was nothing like Cho or that brief amount of time he spent with Ginny after the war. It felt electric, like joy-filled sparks traveling up and down his skin. He wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist as the blonde melted into him, the both of them smiling into every kiss.
And they lived happily ever after…probably.
Can't Always be the Hero Chapter 1
Summary: It's been two years since the Giant War. All Percy wanted was a simple life of going to college with his girlfriend and living a happily ever after. That didn't exactly work out, but apparently, it was for the better, because then he got roped in to being an assistant for New York's resident genius, billionaire, playboy, and philanthropist.
Percy has no idea how he got into this mess.
Actually, scratch that, he does. Kind of.
All he knows is that he wanted to sign up for a small job as a tour guide in a local aquarium. And the next thing Percy knows, he’s sitting in front of the most intimidating woman in the world for an interview to work for the biggest company in existence.
How, exactly, did that happen? He has no idea.
Ms. Potts gave him a kind smile, “So, Mr. Jackson, what do you say?”
“Uh…me?” Percy asked dumbly, internally kicking himself.
Ms. Potts gave a light laugh, “Yes, you.”
“So let me get this straight. You want me, Percy Jackson, the least qualified person in the world, to be your personal assistant? Me?”
“No, of course not.” Ms. Potts assured.
Not going to lie, Percy did feel a little hurt at that.
“I want you to be Tony’s personal assistant.”
His jaw dropped to the floor, “I…what? Tony? As in Tony Stark? As in fucking - I mean - freaking Iron Man?”
Potts gave another one of those tinkling laughs, “Yes, that Tony.”
“I - no.”
The woman startled, blinking as if she did not expect that answer, then again, it's not every day a teenager denies working for a superhero. “No?”
“No.”
“Can I ask why?”
Percy sighed, “Ms. Potts, I appreciate the offer, really, I do. But I am the least qualified person you could have chosen. I applied by accident. All I wanted was to work for the aquarium. I don’t even have a college degree.”
“Neither do I.”
Percy stopped, “What?”
The woman shrugged, “I never went to college, my family couldn’t afford it, so I went straight into the workforce instead. Albeit I got very lucky compared to others, but look where I am now.”
“But why me?”
Ms. Potts leaned forward and placed a comforting hand on his fidgeting one, a gesture that reminded him of his mother, “Percy, accident or not, when I saw your application I knew you were the most qualified person for this position.”
Percy blinked at her owlishly, not knowing what else to do. What is someone supposed to do when one of the most powerful women in the world tells them something like that? “But - I - have you seen my record? How can I be -”
“I believe I can answer that for you, young sir.” A British, male voice sounded from somewhere around him. The demigod jumped, not expecting the sudden voice, and had to fight down a curse in greek.
“What the Ha–hell was that?”
“My apologies, Mr. Jackson. I am JARVIS. Just A Rather Very Intelligent System. I am an Artificial Intelligence Mr. Stark created to lend help to his daily life, as well as his little endeavors when he assumes the identity of Iron Man. I also help Ms. Potts run Stark Industries to the best of my ability.”
Percy stared up at the ceiling in awe, “An AI? I didn’t know he made one! That is so cool! How did he do it?”
If artificial life couldn’t chuckle, whatever JARVIS did in response to the teen was about as close as it could get, “I believe that is a terrifyingly long process that will take much too long to explain. Shall we get to the matter at hand?”
Pepper interjected, “Yes, JARVIS, will you please inform Mr. Jackson here of what you found during his background check?”
“Of course, Ms. Potts. Mr. Jackson, if you could please direct your attention to the screen to your right.”
Percy did so as said screen came to life with endless files about him. From his vaccination files when he was a baby, to scans of his embarrassing artwork from elementary school, to news articles from the several times he was on the run from the authorities (some demigod-related and some…not). Until it landed on a very specific document: test scores.
JARVIS started speaking again, “Mr. Jackson, are you aware that your mother, Sally Jackson, requested the faculty at your school to give you an IQ test when you were in 5th grade?”
Percy made a face, “No, I–” Then it hit him, he does remember taking a test. “I am, but I just assumed everyone else was doing it too. I mean, it wasn’t that hard.”
“Yes, well, I believe I understand why.” JARVIS zoomed in on the final score, a bolded 275 standing out from the screen.
The teen stared at the screen in confusion, “I don’t get it, what does that mean?”
Ms. Potts leaned forward again, fingers threaded together as she rested them on the desk. “Percy, it takes a score of 160 on an IQ test to be considered a genius, Tony’s is 270. You are currently the smartest man on record in the US.”
Percy stared at the woman, mouth opening and closing like a fish as he struggled to find something to say, “I…what?”
Percy wanted to believe it, really he did. But there was no way, there was absolutely no way that he was smarter than the Tony Stark. For the gods’ sake, his ex-girlfriend made up a nickname for him that she used every time he said - or did - something stupid. Yes, it was used fondly, but it still hurt a little. This, though, whoever had the score that he’s seeing in front of him, it’s not him.
“I-I’m sorry, Ms. Potts, you got the wrong guy.” He got out of his chair and paced to the glass door.
He heard Ms. Potts get out of her chair, “I don’t believe I do, Mr. Jackson.” When Percy turned to look back at her she sighed and sat back down, “Look, because of…recent events, as I’m sure you’ve seen on the news, Tony and I have fallen out. And because of that I’m stepping down as CEO and moving back to Malibu, meaning Tony has to take back his mantle. But it’s been proven in the past that he cannot do it alone, not well, at least. So I need to choose my successor to help him, one that can keep the company on its feet and keep him alive, just as I did. And I believe that successor should be you.”
Percy looked down at his feet, considering her words. All he wanted to do was work in an aquarium, and somehow he ended up in this mess. But it wouldn’t be so bad, would it? He’d be working for an actual superhero who is also Tony Stark, the genius that he has idolized for literall years. Who knows? Maybe he’ll be introduced to Thor.
JARVIS’s voice tuned in again, “If it helps, I believe Sir himself requested you before Ms. Potts saw your file.”
Percy looked Ms. Potts in the eye and smiled, “I’m in.”
I Need and Author to Write Something for Me
I have recently come up with a maybe-ok fanfiction prompt that I have no time to write it myself. So if someone is willing and has the time could you write it?
This is for all Greatest Showman and Harry Potter fans, because it is a crossover for both.
But what if you replace all the Greatest Showman characters with Harry Potter characters?
Like Sirius is PT Barnum or whoever you like I don't care who you put where.
As long as Draco is Phillip Carlyle and Harry is Anne Wheeler. Or it can be flipped, I just want this to be a Drarry story and them be fast as those two characters.
Also, if anyone does end up writing it can you send me a link?
So sorry if this seems rude.
Thank you for your time 😁
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Sirius Black is a dog because the star Sirius is also known as the Dog Star
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Wait, Since When is Peter Scary?
Based on a post by @spindler-spider thank you so much for letting me write it!
The Avengers had just gotten back from a mission when they found Peter hanging upside down from the ceiling, glaring at a corkboard in front of him. It was covered in pictures of his classmates and red yarn, all connected by blue pushpins.
Tony looked at him for two seconds before deciding, “I’m not even going to ask.” He then went back into the elevator to go down to the lab.
“Ok, I’ll ask,” Clint said as he launched himself over the back of the couch, “Whatchya doing, Spidey?”
Peter didn’t even look back at him, “I’m trying to figure out how to get back at Flash, he pulled a prank on me in chemistry the other day and I need revenge.”
Steve shook his head, “Revenge is never the answer, Pete. Maybe you should talk it out with him, try to make amends.”
Peter snorted, “Yeah, ok Cap. I’ll do that.”
The Captain seemed happy enough with that response because he nodded and walked off to his art studio, not noticing his teammates’ snickering.
“Ok, but seriously,” Said the teen, “What should I do?”
“You need us to scare him off for you?” Natasha asked, only half-joking.
Peter shook his head, “No, I can do that on my own-” Sam barked a laugh and he turned to glare at him, “Do you have a problem?”
Sam continued laughing, “S-sorry Pete, but you’re about as scary as a kicked puppy!” Clint and Bucky started laughing too, even Natasha was hiding a smile behind her fist.
“What? No, I’m not!” Peter defended, jumping down from the ceiling, “I’m one of the most feared vigilantes in New York!” Sam, Bucky, and Clint just started laughing harder, “You’ve never seen me in action, have you? Criminals have asked me to arrest them. Some even run away screaming like little girls the second they knew I was there.”
Natasha gave him a condescending look, “Of course, Peter, we believe you.”
Peter scoffed, “No you don’t,” then he smirked as he came up with an idea, “But you will.”
The four heroes only snorted as the teen left the room. As if the nicest kid in the world could be scary.
They have never been more wrong.
🕸 🕷 🕸
That weekend, the tower was empty. The team just assumed Pepper had given them a night off, but that wasn’t the case. The night before, Peter had told everyone not to go to work because he was going to pull a prank on the Avengers, and since they all know what happened during the last prank (long story), they agreed.
All throughout the day, Peter shifted through each Avenger and gave vague threats until the sun went down. No one thought anything of it at first, it was just Peter being...well, Peter. But then, one by one, Peter picked them out, starting with Steve, Clint, and Natasha.
They were on their way to the gym for a training session when they heard movement in the vents.
“Come out, come out, little spider,” Clint said, looking up at the ceiling, “We know you’re here.”
There was a loud BANG at the end of the hall, the lights flickering like a scene straight from a horror movie.
Natasha scoffed, “You think a few flickering lights will scare us off, Kid? You’re mistaken.”
Steve looked around the hall, “What the…?”
Suddenly, the hallway went dark, all except for one light at the very end, where a dark humanoid figure with red glowing eyes and four legs sticking out of its back stood. Everything is still until the last light goes out as well.
Steve looked a little frightened as he said, “You really think-”
Natasha cut him off with an elbow to his side, “Shut up, he’s probably gone anyw-”
All the lights start flickering again, and the figure starts bouncing on the walls and ceiling in chaotic movements. The four legs on his back tearing at the paint as he gets closer. As soon as the figure is in punching distance the lights all go out and come back on again, and he’s gone.
“Where the fuck did he go?” Clint panicked.
And, with his voice modulated to sound deep and intimidating, Peter says, “I’m right behind you.”
Clint screams.
Peter grabs Clint’s legs to catch the man off-balance, then dragging him up the wall with ease. Before Natasha and Steve even had a chance to react Clint was webbed to the ceiling.
“H-hey, that’s enough, man! Let me down!”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “Is that the best you got, Паук? You don’t even have the guts to kill people. Why should we be afraid?”
If he didn’t have his mask on, they would have seen Peter’s manic grin, “They only say that because they never find the bodies.”
“WHAT!?” Clint shouted.
Steve tried to throw his shield but Peter caught it and tore it in half like wet paper. He throws it to the ground at the Captain’s feet and jumps on the ceiling to once again drag a squirming Clint.
Natasha’s eyes widened, “Kid, ok you’ve made your point-”
The archer looked like he was about to start crying, “No, no! Put me down I refuse to be played with like this.”
Peter crawls over to the vent he jumped out of at the start of this and climbs inside, Clint grabbing onto the sides in an attempt to not be dragged away.
“No no no no no, please let me go!”
Natasha tried to jump up and grab her friend, “Shit!”
All the while, Steve kneeled on the ground, holding his broken shield and staring at it in horror, “What the fuck?”
Clint’s hands slipped and he was dragged further into the vent, leaving the two other heroes to listen in terror as fighting and screaming erupts from the vent.
Then everything goes silent.
Natasha tensed, “I’m going to go find Tony, see if he can track Clint.”
Before Steve can reply Natasha is running down the hall towards Tony’s lab.
Out of nowhere, a hand was on Steve’s shoulder, “Hey-”
Steve screamed and jumped away, throwing half of his shield at who he now knows is Bucky, “NOT ME! NOT ME! NO-”
Bucky dodged and looked at the shield, “What the fuck? What happened to your shield?”
Steve sighed, a hand over his racing heart, “You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Peter.”
Bucky barked a laugh, “Yeah right. Peter isn’t scary Punk. Come on, we have to find him anyway.”
Steve tensed and looked up at the ceiling, “I...I have an idea where he is.”
Wait, Since When is Peter Scary?
Based on a post by @spindler-spider thank you so much for letting me write it!
The Avengers had just gotten back from a mission when they found Peter hanging upside down from the ceiling, glaring at a corkboard in front of him. It was covered in pictures of his classmates and red yarn, all connected by blue pushpins.
Tony looked at him for two seconds before deciding, “I’m not even going to ask.” He then went back into the elevator to go down to the lab.
“Ok, I’ll ask,” Clint said as he launched himself over the back of the couch, “Whatchya doing, Spidey?”
Peter didn’t even look back at him, “I’m trying to figure out how to get back at Flash, he pulled a prank on me in chemistry the other day and I need revenge.”
Steve shook his head, “Revenge is never the answer, Pete. Maybe you should talk it out with him, try to make amends.”
Peter snorted, “Yeah, ok Cap. I’ll do that.”
The Captain seemed happy enough with that response because he nodded and walked off to his art studio, not noticing his teammates’ snickering.
“Ok, but seriously,” Said the teen, “What should I do?”
“You need us to scare him off for you?” Natasha asked, only half-joking.
Peter shook his head, “No, I can do that on my own-” Sam barked a laugh and he turned to glare at him, “Do you have a problem?”
Sam continued laughing, “S-sorry Pete, but you’re about as scary as a kicked puppy!” Clint and Bucky started laughing too, even Natasha was hiding a smile behind her fist.
“What? No, I’m not!” Peter defended, jumping down from the ceiling, “I’m one of the most feared vigilantes in New York!” Sam, Bucky, and Clint just started laughing harder, “You’ve never seen me in action, have you? Criminals have asked me to arrest them. Some even run away screaming like little girls the second they knew I was there.”
Natasha gave him a condescending look, “Of course, Peter, we believe you.”
Peter scoffed, “No you don’t,” then he smirked as he came up with an idea, “But you will.”
The four heroes only snorted as the teen left the room. As if the nicest kid in the world could be scary.
They have never been more wrong.
🕸 🕷 🕸
That weekend, the tower was empty. The team just assumed Pepper had given them a night off, but that wasn’t the case. The night before, Peter had told everyone not to go to work because he was going to pull a prank on the Avengers, and since they all know what happened during the last prank (long story), they agreed.
All throughout the day, Peter shifted through each Avenger and gave vague threats until the sun went down. No one thought anything of it at first, it was just Peter being...well, Peter. But then, one by one, Peter picked them out, starting with Steve, Clint, and Natasha.
They were on their way to the gym for a training session when they heard movement in the vents.
“Come out, come out, little spider,” Clint said, looking up at the ceiling, “We know you’re here.”
There was a loud BANG at the end of the hall, the lights flickering like a scene straight from a horror movie.
Natasha scoffed, “You think a few flickering lights will scare us off, Kid? You’re mistaken.”
Steve looked around the hall, “What the…?”
Suddenly, the hallway went dark, all except for one light at the very end, where a dark humanoid figure with red glowing eyes and four legs sticking out of its back stood. Everything is still until the last light goes out as well.
Steve looked a little frightened as he said, “You really think-”
Natasha cut him off with an elbow to his side, “Shut up, he’s probably gone anyw-”
All the lights start flickering again, and the figure starts bouncing on the walls and ceiling in chaotic movements. The four legs on his back tearing at the paint as he gets closer. As soon as the figure is in punching distance the lights all go out and come back on again, and he’s gone.
“Where the fuck did he go?” Clint panicked.
And, with his voice modulated to sound deep and intimidating, Peter says, “I’m right behind you.”
Clint screams.
Peter grabs Clint’s legs to catch the man off-balance, then dragging him up the wall with ease. Before Natasha and Steve even had a chance to react Clint was webbed to the ceiling.
“H-hey, that’s enough, man! Let me down!”
Natasha rolled her eyes, “Is that the best you got, Паук? You don’t even have the guts to kill people. Why should we be afraid?”
If he didn’t have his mask on, they would have seen Peter’s manic grin, “They only say that because they never find the bodies.”
“WHAT!?” Clint shouted.
Steve tried to throw his shield but Peter caught it and tore it in half like wet paper. He throws it to the ground at the Captain’s feet and jumps on the ceiling to once again drag a squirming Clint.
Natasha’s eyes widened, “Kid, ok you’ve made your point-”
The archer looked like he was about to start crying, “No, no! Put me down I refuse to be played with like this.”
Peter crawls over to the vent he jumped out of at the start of this and climbs inside, Clint grabbing onto the sides in an attempt to not be dragged away.
“No no no no no, please let me go!”
Natasha tried to jump up and grab her friend, “Shit!”
All the while, Steve kneeled on the ground, holding his broken shield and staring at it in horror, “What the fuck?”
Clint’s hands slipped and he was dragged further into the vent, leaving the two other heroes to listen in terror as fighting and screaming erupts from the vent.
Then everything goes silent.
Natasha tensed, “I’m going to go find Tony, see if he can track Clint.”
Before Steve can reply Natasha is running down the hall towards Tony’s lab.
Out of nowhere, a hand was on Steve’s shoulder, “Hey-”
Steve screamed and jumped away, throwing half of his shield at who he now knows is Bucky, “NOT ME! NOT ME! NO-”
Bucky dodged and looked at the shield, “What the fuck? What happened to your shield?”
Steve sighed, a hand over his racing heart, “You almost gave me a heart attack! I thought you were Peter.”
Bucky barked a laugh, “Yeah right. Peter isn’t scary Punk. Come on, we have to find him anyway.”
Steve tensed and looked up at the ceiling, “I...I have an idea where he is.”
So, as a Harry Potter fanfic writer, I've been getting a few reviews on my story about how I shouldn't make Harry gay. And, they make it very clear on just how against it they are.
I'm sure a lot of you reading this can relate
I know it shouldn't bother me all that much, because people are gonna hate, it's just a fact of life.
But at the same time, I think it's really unfair.
I, personally, am a firm believer that anyone should be able to love whoever they damn well please, and one of the best ways I know to show that is through my writing.
Which brings me to my two rants of the day.
Rant #1
Like I said, love whoever you want. Boys, girls, that bush in your garden. Hell, you can even marry your dog for all I care. Just don't let those assholes that tell you it's wrong get in your head. Because they don't matter as long as you're happy.
I don't know very much about the LGBTQ+ community, I learn more about it all the time, but I do know that I give full support to anyone apart of it. And anyone who gets in the way of that can fuck off.
Is that what being an ally entails? I honestly don't know and it was probably rude to ask.
Sorry about that. 😅
P.S. I promise that this isn't some kind of way to get attention or anything if you guys thought that, I honestly don't know if anyone is stopping to read this. I just need to get this off my chest and somehow Tumblr seemed like the best place to do it.
Rant #2
This is totally off topic from Rant #1 and I probably should have started with it.
Anyway, back to the whole "I'm a fanfic writer and I'm writing Harry as gay" thing, I have a few things to say about that.
Really, it has nothing to do with fanfiction, it's just something I need to rant about to people that understand this kind of stuff.
Anyway...
You'll see in a lot of places about how Harry being into guys is cannon. I know I have. And some people go completely nuts over it too. I know for a fact that I've done that too.
But here's how I see it:
Harry portrayed as gay (or bi, however you want to see it) in the cannon series for the sole reason that J.K. Rowling is a straight, female author writing in the perspective of a teenage boy.
Now, before some of you go crazy and get offended, hear me out. Because I'm really not trying to offend anyone here.
If you look closely at the description of different characters in the books, you'll see how different they are between male and female.
Because J.K. Rowling is female, and straight, we see that she goes into a lot more detail describing her male characters than with the girls.
For example, when she describes Cedric Diggory in Goblet of Fire, she goes into deep detail. Describing how handsome he is and the specific traits that make him so good looking.
But when she's describing characters like Ginny and Cho (the only two girls Harry's attracted to in the books), Rowling only glosses over what they look like and then says something like "Oh! And Harry thinks she's pretty." And that's it. It's almost like an after thought when it's mentioned that Harry is attracted to them.
Unfortunately for Rowling, she's writing in the perspective of a supposedly straight teenage boy.
I don't know how the male mind works, but I do know for a fact that no straight guy would go into deep detail about how handsome Cedric Diggory is or pay close attention to how the sun reflects off Draco Malfoy's hair, while only barely glossing over the looks of the girl he's attracted to.
Am I wrong? I might be wrong, but that's just how I see it.
I mean, look at the Percy Jackson books, Rick Riordan is a straight guy writing in the perspective of another straight guy.
In Percy's POV, we see that he goes into a lot more detail about the female characters, and not so much about the male ones.
But then again, Rick Riordan is a really good author so it probably wouldn't matter if he was straight or not.
Not that J.K. Rowling isn't a good author, I didn't say that...I don't think.
Anyway, I got off topic. Sorry.
In conclusion, when you see people pointing out all the places in the Harry Potter books trying to prove that Harry being gay is cannon, I want you to keep in mind that that is J.K. Rowling is a straight female writing from the perspective of a (supposedly) straight male.
Now, I see that some of what I said could be seen as contradictory to my earlier statement.
Don't get me wrong, I'm all for Harry being gay, hell, I'm even writing a story about it. And the fanfiction I read about it is absolutely amazing.
Everything you just read in Rant #2 is just my view of the whole "Harry is gay in cannon" ordeal.
Thank you for reading my rant(s), since that's the only material I seem to post on my Tumblr, really.
And I'm truly sorry if I offended anyone, that wasn't my intention at all.
Love,
-LittleMissReadsTooMuch
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Timeline :
Book 1. Sorcerer’s Stone : Friends in early years of Hogwarts
Book 2. Chamber of Secrets : Draco has the diary
Book 4. Triwizard Tournament : Draco appears in the 2nd task | Yule Ball
Book 6. Sectumsempra : alternate scene
Book 7. Horcrux hunting : Draco with the trio
Hogwarts Era
Wartime
8th year • 8th year Hufflepuff!Drarry
Draco’s birthday
Halloween
Christmas
Settings :
Bets & Wagers / Pranks
Breaking the Statute of Secrecy
Climate change
Clubbing
Coffee shops AU
Coming back to the Wizarding world
Different schools AU : Beauxbatons, Durmstrang
Everyone lives AU | Sirius Black Lives
Fairy-tale elements
Games : drinking games, party games,…
Historical AU
Leaving England
Muggle life | Muggle things
No Hogwarts AU (joining the Wizarding world later)
Non-magical AU (& high school, college/uni)
Politics
Pureblood culture
Sentient house / Hogwarts
Sorting AU : Slytherin Harry | Gryffindor Draco | Ravenclaw Draco
Time travel | Dimension travel
Voldemort wins AU | No Voldemort AU
Genres / Formats :
5+1 things
Angst
Canon rewrite
Case fic / Mystery
Dark fic / horror
Epistolary | Social media
Fluff | Fluff (Hogwarts era)
Humour
Hurt / comfort
Kid fic | Raising a child
POV Outsider
Serialized fics
Slow burn / slow build
Song fic / song-inspired fic
Relationship status :
A/B/O Dynamics
BDSM
Bonding
Boss/Employee relationship
Casual relationship
Childhood friends
Counselling
Courtship
Domestic!Drarry | Pet names
Enemies (to Friends) to Lovers
Established relationship
Fake/Pretend relationship | Arranged marriage
Flirting
Friends to Lovers
Friends with Benefits
Infidelity
Marriage proposal
Misunderstandings / Miscommunication
Reconciliation
Roommates | Sharing a Bed
Secret relationship
Slavery
Soulmates
Stalking
Strangers to Lovers (with various AUs)
Teacher-student relationship / Tutoring
Ties switching
Unhappy ending (between H/D)
Unrequited love
Occupations :
Arts : artist, dancing, music, musician, pianist!Draco
Auror | Military
Breakup specialist!Draco
Chef
Healer!Draco | Mind healer
Matchmaker
Minister-for-Magic!Harry
Model
Pirate
Potions Master!Draco
Professor (at Hogwarts)
Prostitution / Sex Work | Stripper
Secretary / PA!Draco
Seer!Draco / divination
Unspeakable!Draco
Wandmaker!Draco • Wandmaker!Harry
Writer
Characteristics :
Chubby!Drarry
Dark!Drarry
Determined!Drarry
French!Draco
Insecure!Draco
Jealous!Draco • Jealous!Harry
LGBTQIA+ : asexuality, fem!Drarry, transgender
Manipulative!Harry
Master-of-Death!Draco • Master-of-Death!Harry
Oblivious!Drarry
Pining!Draco • Pining!Harry
PoC!Drarry
Possessive!Drarry
Powerful!Draco • Powerful!Harry • Powerful couple
Protective!Draco • Protective!Harry
Reckless!Harry
Recluse!Harry
Sassy!Harry
Shy!Drarry
Silly!Draco
Snarky!Draco
Spy!Draco / Redeemed!Draco
Sweetheart!Draco
Tall !Harry
Troubled!Draco | Exiled!Draco
Magical / physical situations :
Abusive relationship
Age difference
Amnesia
Animagus
Bodyswap
Captivity : Draco in Azkaban | Harry in Malfoy Manor
Coming out
Creature!Drarry (vampire, veela, werewolf) | merman | phoenix
Crossdressing
Dark Mark
De-age
Disability (+blind, deaf) & mute
Drunkenness / Intoxication
Ghost
Illness | Hanahaki disease
Injury
Internalized homophobia
Life debt
Love / Lust potion
Mental health issues / PTSD | eating disorders
Mpreg!Draco • Mpreg!Harry
Occlumency
Parseltongue
Patronus
Quidditch
Sectumsempra
Substance abuse
Suicide implied/referenced
Tattoos (magical)
Sexual details :
Bottom!Draco • Bottom!Harry
First time / Virginity | Awkward first time
Non-Con (Dub-Con) elements
Smut : anal plug, (specialized) dildo, hate sex, hospital sex, ice play, piercings, praise kink, (semi) public sex, riding (Draco), size kink, slut, wanking
Interaction with other characters :
Animals / Pets
Draco & his parents
Draco & Luna friendship
Draco & Ron friendship | Draco friends with Hermione/Ron first
Draco & the Dursleys
Draco & the Weasleys : Molly | George | Ginny & others
Draco has a sibling
Drarry & Scorbus
Drarry & Scorpius
Drarry & Snupin
Drarry & Teddy
Drarry & Wolfstar
Harry & Narcissa friendship
Harry & Pansy friendship
Harry & the Malfoys / Meeting the Parents
Harry & the Slytherins friendship
Harry has a sibling
Harry reconciles with his Muggle family
Matchmaking / Meddling from family, friends, professors…
Mentor!McGonagall
Mentor!Snape
Sex Ed class
The Golden Trio broken up
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I have a question that's been bothering me for a REALLY long time.
So you know how Voldemort couldn't touch Harry without burning himself?
And the "only way" to protect Harry was through his mother's love protection through the Evans blood line or whatever.
And you know how Voldemort could touch Harry after using Harry's blood in that weird potion that gave him a body?
None of that has ever made sense to me.
Harry was being protected by his mother's love and that protection only lasted as long as one of her relatives were living and Harry lived with them, right?
And, because of that protection, there's was no possible way that Voldemort would ever harm him until that protection is gone.
So, to get around that Voldemort uses Harry's blood as the "blood of the enemy, forcibly taken" to get his body back.
After the weird ritual is done, Voldemort says "I can touch you now" (which is super creepy and makes him seem like a pedophile) and then burns Harry or whatever, deeming Lily's protection on Harry null.
But doesn't that also mean the protection on the Dursley house is gone too?
I mean, think about it, if using Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back broke the protection on Harry himself, how is the same protection still on the Dursley house?
So, if my theory is right, and the protection is completely useless, then that means Dumbledore must've known that the wards we're gone and yet HE STILL INSISTED THAT HARRY HAS TO LIVE IN AN EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE HOME!
Either that, or he really isn't all that all-knowing and powerful as everyone says he is.
Thank you for reading my rant.
I have a question that's been bothering me for a REALLY long time.
So you know how Voldemort couldn't touch Harry without burning himself?
And the "only way" to protect Harry was through his mother's love protection through the Evans blood line or whatever.
And you know how Voldemort could touch Harry after using Harry's blood in that weird potion that gave him a body?
None of that has ever made sense to me.
Harry was being protected by his mother's love and that protection only lasted as long as one of her relatives were living and Harry lived with them, right?
And, because of that protection, there's was no possible way that Voldemort would ever harm him until that protection is gone.
So, to get around that Voldemort uses Harry's blood as the "blood of the enemy, forcibly taken" to get his body back.
After the weird ritual is done, Voldemort says "I can touch you now" (which is super creepy and makes him seem like a pedophile) and then burns Harry or whatever, deeming Lily's protection on Harry null.
But doesn't that also mean the protection on the Dursley house is gone too?
I mean, think about it, if using Harry's blood to bring Voldemort back broke the protection on Harry himself, how is the same protection still on the Dursley house?
So, if my theory is right, and the protection is completely useless, then that means Dumbledore must've known that the wards we're gone and yet HE STILL INSISTED THAT HARRY HAS TO LIVE IN AN EMOTIONALLY ABUSIVE HOME!
Either that, or he really isn't all that all-knowing and powerful as everyone says he is.
Thank you for reading my rant.
