The Winchesters are out hunting some newbie witch with John, and everythingâs going fine until she panics and throws a curse at Sam. Except she totally messes it up and accidentally hits him with an imprinting curse.
So now Samâs passed out, everyoneâs freaking out, and when he finally wakes up, the first person he sees is Dean. And because of the curse, his brain immediately goes: âOh. Thatâs my dad.â
Now Deanâs dragging a clingy teenage Sam everywhere like, âStop holding my hand, people are staring.â
But thatâs the least of their problems, because every time they stop somewhere, someoneâs like:
âYou look so young though! How old were you when you had him?â or âHeâs so sweet, I wish my teenager was this affectionate!â
And Deanâs about to start hexing himself just to get out of this situation meanwhile Samâs just proudly clinging to him like, âThatâs my dad :)â
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Lance's very first heartbreak was being told that Hunk couldnât go to Hogwarts with him. Hunk, his first and only friend. The exact same Hunk who stuck by him when all the other kids called Lance "weird" and said that being around him just felt "wrong."
Naturally, despite his parents' strict ban and the constant warnings from his older siblings, Lance told Hunk the truth about himself. He told him about magic, about this hidden, closed-off world and all the wonders inside it. But since they were just kids, they couldn't keep it a secret from the adults for long. Lance's parents had to invite Hunk over under the guise of a "sleepover" just so an Obliviator could come and modify his memory.
This, of course, led to a massive, hysterical meltdown from Lance, culminating in a huge burst of accidental magic. But you know what's even more interesting? It triggered a burst of accidental magic from Hunk, too. And that's how they all found out that Hunk was actually a wizard as well.
Lance got grounded into oblivion afterward, obviously, but for him and Hunk? It was genuinely one of the happiest days of their lives.
P.s. For more of this AU, check â #voltron hogwarts AU
Hey, I'm looking for a marriage mandate fic. Draco and Hermione are paired (or choose each other) and get pregnant quite quickly. They were also forced to let the ministry put special wards on their house which makes the building incourage intercourse for example by turning up the heat etc. During her pregnancy, Hermione has a lot of accidental magic like getting glitter everywhere and I think when their daughter is born there's a lot of glitter and confetti.
Anyone?
Edit: Thanks!
runspirations: I think its this one - their daughter had accidental magic while H was pregnant with her: Barely Sixty Percent Match: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57642901/chapters/146682373
âGet off, Padfoot!â Remus grumbled, nudging him with his feet. He was too tired to outright shove him, but he was in no mood to deal with him. Everything ached. It had been a bad moon last night and all he wanted was to sleep. But the others didnât know about his furry little secret, and he had to keep it that way.Â
He had a few half-healed wounds on his back and chest and having Sirius bounce on his bed had definitely knocked the scabs loose on a few. âCanât you go find Prongs or Wormtail and annoy them?â He sank back into his pillow, unable to hold himself up any more.Â
âIâd rather annoy you,â Sirius grinned at him, flipping over so he was inches away from Remus.Â
Remus reared back, his neck cracking angrily as his body protested at the sudden movement. âHey, calm down, Moony,â Sirius reached out to him, but Remus didnât want to be touched.Â
âJUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!!â Remus screamed. He felt the magic leaving his body before he could do anything about it.Â
Sirius flew from Remusâs bed and collided with the bedpost of Peterâs bed. âSirius, Sirius, Iâm so sorry. I didnât meanâŚâ Remus was crying as he dragged himself to Siriusâs side. âSirius, Iâm so sorry,â His hands flailed in front of him, not daring to touch Sirius until he said it was okay.Â
âHey, hey, shhhh, itâs okay Remus, see.â Sirius cradled Remusâs head in his hands, wiping his tears away with his thumbs. âI should have known better not to push you after a full moon, I just wanted to take your mind off it.âÂ
Remus froze, his eyes widening in horror when he realised what Sirius had just said. This was it then? It had finally happened, someone had figured it out. He supposed it had only been a matter of time before someone did. Heâd have to pack his belongings and go back to that damp Welsh cottage where his Father couldnât bear to look at him and his Mother didnât understand. Heâd be locked in that silver-lined bunker Lyall had dug in their garden, where he was chained to the floor and left until the morning. His mother cried every time Lyall brought him back into the kitchen and attempted to heal the claw marks that marred his skin. Well, Hogwarts was good while it lasted. Heâd managed a year and a half at least. He wondered if theyâd snap his wand. He thought heâd freak out when this happened, but he just felt sad. Sad that heâd be alone again and that heâd lose the friends he held so dear all over something he couldnât even help. âCome on letâs get you back into bed, yeah,â Sirius said gently. Remus shook his head, snapping himself out of his tumultuous thoughts.Â
âWhat do you mean? I need to start packing and owl my Dad to come get me.â He started to collect his books and parchment, tossing them into his open trunk. His legs wobbled, he needed to lie down. He bit back a sob when he thought about the long walk and all the stairs up to the owlery that heâd need to climb once heâd finished packing.Â
Sirius crossed the room and slammed Remusâs trunk shut.Â
âWhat in Merlinâs beard are you on about?!â Sirius asked, a bewildered expression on his face.Â
âIâm leaving. Dumbledore said I can only stay as long as my secret is kept. You know, so itâs not a secret any more.â Remus explained, opening his trunk again.Â
âNo,â Sirius slammed the truck closed again. âItâs still a secret, Iâm just in on it,â A crooked smile tugged at the side of his mouth. âThat means you can stay.â He said determinedly.Â
âYou want me to stay? Sirius, Iâm a werewolf, you canât want me here,â The tears were back. Sirius wrapped his arms around him and hugged him tightly. Remus didnât have the energy or the desire to make him let go.Â
âI will always want you, Remus. Youâre my best friend and I refuse to let them take you away from me.â He pulled his head back and looked into Remusâs watery eyes. âThat and how cool is it to have a werewolf as a roommate?âÂ
Sirius started asking question after question about what it was like to be a werewolf. Where did he go each month? Who else knew? What did he do in the holidays? How long had he been a werewolf? He didnât stop until James and Peter came looking for them, their hands piled high with sandwiches.Â
âAww, arenât they cute,â James snickered when he saw Remus and Sirius sitting close to each other on Remus's bed, Sirius holding one of his hands. âWe brought you lunch,â He told them as Remus snatched his hand back. âWe know how ravenous you get after you transform,â James said matter-of-factly. Remus shook his head and got into bed. Nope, he thought, that is a problem for future Remus, as he let his exhausted body fall asleep, to the excited murmurings of his far, far too clever friends.Â
The start of something BIG. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy -> accidental magic
Harry bent over his parchment, determined to get this right. His quill scratched down the steps hurriedly as McGonagall spoke â 'clear mental image, firm wand movement, steady pronunciation, stable grip.'
He underlined steady twice. His hand always wavered when he was tired, and lately he was always tired.
"Clear mental image," Harry muttered under his breath, sketching a quick doodle of a quill turning into a feather duster. "Firm wand movement and â "
Beside him, Malfoy gave a snort. "Planning to clean your way through the exam, Potter?"
Harry didn't look up. "At least I'll pass it."
"Oh, please," Malfoy drawled, leaning just far enough into Harry's space to be irritating. "You'll muddle through with the usual help of your friends and your ridiculous luck. Some of us actually study." Harry's quill jabbed a little too hard, leaving a blot of ink on the parchment. His jaw clenched. He wanted to hold onto the fragile thread of calm from breakfast, but Malfoy was tugging at it, fraying it, pulling it apart strand by strand.
"Enough talking," McGonagall snapped, sending both of them a glare sharp enough to slice parchment. "Potter, Malfoy â you'll practise together. No fighting or Detention for both of you. Weasley, Granger â "
Harry felt his stomach sink. Of course. Good things never stayed good around Malfoy.
They paired off, both of them sending death stares to each other the whole time. Wands drawn. "Try not to embarrass yourself, Potter," Malfoy murmured, low enough that only Harry could hear.
Harry's jaw clenched. "Worry about yourself, Malfoy."
McGonagall set the task: transform a quill into a live songbird, then back again. Simple in theory. Dangerous in practice. "Try not to blow anything up this time, Potter," Malfoy sneered, holding his wand delicately.
Ignore that git, he's not worth the trouble. Harry gritted his teeth, lifted his wand, and cast.
For a moment, it worked â the quill shimmered, sprouting wings, feathers bursting free. It chirped once before collapsing into a warped half-bird, half-quill thing that flopped pitifully on the desk. Malfoy laughed, sharp and cutting. "Brilliant. A crippled pigeon. Maybe you should take up breeding magical monstrosities â oh, wait, Hagrid's already claimed that."
Something snapped.
Harry's wand jerked in his hand. His voice came out rough, louder than he meant. "At least I try! Not everything in life is about being perfect, Malfoy." The air grew thick.
In a heartbeat, Harry's wand snapped up, pointed straight at Malfoy's chest. Malfoy took a step back, then laughedâlow and sharp, the sound full of contempt. "You? Try? How touching. Do you think grit makes up for being useless, Potter?" He leaned in, eyes glittering. "Show me then. Prove you're not all talk."
"Stop it! Both of you!" McGonagall warned, sharp as a snapped twig.
They didn't.
Harry's vision blurred with anger. "Funny, you should talk about being uselessâ"
The rest snagged in his throat. Because suddenly, without warning, the ugliest thought came clawing up:Â I should've let you die in that fire. I should've left you there gasping for air while the flames took you.
His mouth snapped shut, horror burning hotter than his fury. That wasn't him. The thought tasted foul, like bile in his throat. That was Vernon's way of thinking, weighing who deserved to live, who deserved scraps. Harry hated himself for even letting it form. No one deserves that. Not Malfoy. Not anyone. He was meant to be the Saviour of the Wizarding World. Why did he think about something so... evil?
For a heartbeat his grip slackened on the wand, shame cutting deeper than anger. Thenâlike a lifelineâ his mind snapped back to McGonagall's instructions from earlier that lesson.
"Potter!" McGonagall's voice cracked like thunder, but Harry barely heard it over the blood roaring in his ears.
"âbecause at least I don't hide behind Daddy's money and a smug grin."
That was all it took.
Gasps rippled across the classroom. Malfoy's eyes went ice-cold. His wand slashed through the air. He struck first, his arm raised high as he shouted a spell which Harry blocked, the spell shattering against his shield. Sparks flew. "You think you're untouchable?" Malfoy spat, firing again, harder, faster.
Harry's blood roared in his ears. "Better untouchable than pathetic."
The duel cracked open, ugly and raw. Chairs scraped back as their classmates scattered, spells snapping like whips between them. Tables splintered. Books toppled. Someone screamed out his name. It sounded a lot like Hermione, but Harry was too fueled with rage to listen. "Enough!" McGonagall's voice cut through, but neither heard.
"Daddy not here to help you now, Malfoy!"
"At least mine is alive!"
Harry's heart hammered. Every insult, every scar, every ghost of war pulsed under his skin. He wanted Malfoy gone. His grip tightened. The mantra steadied him. Clear. Firm. Steady. Stable. He had never cast like this before. Not with such focus. Not with such fury. Not with such need.
Malfoy's face was flushed, fury etched in every line. He wanted Potter broken.
Two wands rose at once.
"Stupefy!"
"Expulso!"
The spells collided midair with a sound that wasn't sound at all â a crack like the world itself splitting. The air rippled, hot and cold all at once.
Not even a second later a third spell was cast.
"Finite Incantatem!"
McGonagall's voice cracked like thunder, her spell a torrent of gold sweeping toward the clashing lights. Everyone in the room froze, knowing instantly who it was.
Her magic struck the collision point â and shuddered.
The spells didnât unravel. They buckled, folding inward on themselves, reacting to the force already tearing the air apart. What should have ended the duel only fed what was already breaking. A blinding pulse burst outward. For one endless second, Harry felt himself being ripped apart in every direction. Right, left, up, down. His body was thrown back, his neck snapping with such force it was a wonder it didn't break. Thenâsuddenlyâhe was locked in place, frozen mid-breath, as agony ripped through him, unable to writhe as his body felt like it was turning itself upside down and inside out all at once. His bones burned, then froze, then seemed to vanish altogether, each sensation colliding in the same breath. His magic screamed against the tearing, but there was no holding on.
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I've not done a big rec list in months and have so many stories to share with you! Here are some...I went with a mix of 20, with more to come! Also I've got love letters for these queued for the next few months, so look out for 'em! xx
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Indefinite Lines by ArwaMachine
Sherlock and John find themselves faced with a series of seemingly disparate cases, one involving murdered children and one involving ghosties that little Rosie tries to help solve. Except the cases are growing increasingly connected, increasingly personal. ~298.5k
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Vicarious by CouldBeDangerous (VestedVestra)
John starts smoking with a woman at work. Sherlock couldn't be happier. The smoking kink spirals... ~44k
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The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow
Sherlock's case will surely be solved quickly...in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting her from school, and preparing for her sleepover at 221B. ~32.5k
The Long and the Short of It by Accident, Hobbitsfeet
What if John and Rosie move back into Baker Street, and Rosie decides she is going to parent-trap them? Or so she thinks... ~44.5k
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Spare Parts by Raina_at
Futuristic sci-fi au, 24th century. On the Planet Titan, Sherlock comes back from the dead after two years. While figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, Sherlock and John also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. ~63.5k
A Doctor in the House by KittenKin
S3 fix it. Sherlock returns, with John immediately taking care of him as his doctor. John uses index cards as a guide to speaking with him, and Sherlock in turn has questions. ~32.5k
Again by DiscordantWords
Christmas. It never seemed like the right time. And then time ran out. Until John makes a wish and gets a second chance. ~10k
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Cupid's Venom by SilentAuror
Stamford tells Sherlock that he wished he could have taken credit for being Cupid. Unfamiliar with the reference, Sherlock plunges into studies of toxins and Greek mythology... ~29.5k
Live from the Morgue by disfictional
Post trf. Molly interviews Sherlock on her podcast, Live from the Morgue. John listens. ~10k
A Rock, An Island by stopthat
TRF fix it/redo. John is not so blind. He sees a lot more than heâs given credit for. ~5k
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A not-so-meticulously prepared art by aquileaofthelonelymountain
Greg agrees to pick up Sherlock from a pub, and he's going to regret it soon - for Sherlock is drunk, talkative, and desperately in love with his flatmate. ~6k
Waiting in the Wings by standbygo
John finally gets the courage to ask Sherlock for a romantic relationship. But when they run into an old friend of Sherlock's, John wonders if it would be best to step aside. ~7k
All I Want for Christmas (is Proof) by Raina_at
Sherlock and John go undercover at a Christmas party in a gay club. In costume. Things... escalate. ~6.5k
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Hypotheticals by ArwaMachine
John finally manages to confess his love to Sherlock. Sherlock, of course, has questions. Lots of questions. Switchlock, Established Relationship. ~7k
A Second to Midnight by AlgySwinburne
John invites Sherlock out on January 29. It is, at face value, a date. If Sherlock werenât a part of the equation, it would most certainly be a date. But because he is, it must be something else entirely. ~4.5k
January 6 by Gxlyleo
John keeps reliving the same day and has no clue why. He makes a list. ~14k
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Rhinestone Cowboy by consult_this_prick
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Come Back to Me by BenAddictViolaBatch
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It was the hottest Saturday in July and Teddy had been climbing the actual walls before Harry broke and said, âOkay, okay, to the park then.â
(The wall thing was new. Ron said it was quite âSpider-Ladâ of him; Hermione laughed so hard she kinked her neck. Teddyâs magic, still so new and boundaryless, often manifested in ways that were either literal, or just plain wild).
And so to the park they went. To ride the stupid âpirate shipâ (âjust one more time!â) and chase after dogs (âTeddy, no, itâs their ball!â) and get ice cream (âPlease please please Uncle Harryâ). Harry was, at his core, a big softie, and for Teddy all the more; so, yes, he located the nearest stand, and marched to take his place in the queue with all the resolve of a godfather on a mission.
Waited a veritable ever with Teddyâs order on repeat in his mind (chocolate with strawberry syrup, chocolate with strawberry syrup) until he was face to face with the ice cream display andâoh no, he felt faint.
Draco Malfoy should not be allowed to wear magenta.
Not because he looked bad, per-se (he looked ridiculous, like, fuck-me, ridiculous. With the hat, magenta, and the uniform, magenta, with his hair and his nose ring and a thick black choker). Mostly because the effect was a bit much, and Harry lost his ability to form speech when grey eyes finally deigned to grace him with a look.
âWhat can I get you, Sir?â
Blinked and blinked and sweated and blinked. âMalfoy,â Harry tried. âItâs me.â
âIndeed. So, ice cream, orâŚ?â
Like a kick to the shin. âWhat? Itâsâwhat are you evenâitâs me. Harry Potter. Your, er, I mean, what are you doing selling ice cream in my park?â
One pierced eyebrow hitched. âMy apologies. I wasnât aware theyâd made it your park.â With an overly-dramatic huff: âam I still allowed to work here, Mr. Potter?â
âWhat?â was really all he could give.
âTell you what. Why donât you order your ice cream, Iâll get it for you, and even refrain from spitting in it, as a personal favour. Then off you go on your merry little way and maybe get a new shirt because, sorry to say, but this one is painful on the eyes.â
âThis shirt is painful on the eyes?â Harry growled, pointing at the magenta uniform, the magenta hat, the magenta backdrop of the cart.
âYouâre right. Probably not the shirt. The face attached to it seems to be the problem. Now, Potter, there are people behind you, and itâs hot as fuck, so. Ice cream or sod off?â
For the longest moment he considered sodding off, but Teddy was sitting on that bench and looking very hopeful, andâcharming little bubbles in rainbow colours all around him? Shit. âErm, chocolate with raspberry syrup. Please.â
âAlways were a man of high tastes,â Malfoy smirked, but he gave Harry a couple of scoops and a generous dousing of syrup, then charged him something exorbitant, then winked. Harryâhad no time to deal with this.
Running back to Teddy (âhey, buddy, so, those bubbles, are you making them on purpose orâŚ?â) with an already-dripping ice cream cone and a strange, swooping feeling in his belly (not hunger). By the time heâd spelled Tedâs hands clean, he already forgot about Malfoy and the whole thing.
Only remembered that night after bedtime. The back of his eyes when he shut them shone oddly magenta.
*
Went to the park the following week without Teddy (spending some time with Remusâs cousin). On his own, in a fairly-nice shirt and smart shoes. Not because, erm, just, he had to make sure. Right? Had to make sure.
The cart wasnât where Harryâd seen it last week. Possibly he imagined the whole thing? He was overheated and terribly sleep-deprived. But on his way back to the car park, a different ice cream stand, where the staff seemed to be dressed in neon-green, and one of them was flipping Harry off.
Oh. It felt just like that in his chest: an oh. There he was.
Marched over with wholesome indignation, fist ready for the shaking. But Malfoy stepped out of the cart, leaning in its shadow. âBack for another go? Weâve got a new apple-kiwi flavour.â
âWhat happened to the,â big hand gesture, âmagenta place?â
âHmm? Itâs still there. I just think greenâs more my colour,â head titled back, long throat bare. âWhat do you want, Potter? Donât tell me you came here for ice cream.â
âWhat if I did?â asked Harry, who didnât.
Malfoy sighed. His eyes opened, large and startling. âThen Iâd recommend you get in the queue and leave me the fuck alone.â
âAndââ hand reaching out to stop him, no, Malfoy canât leave, thatâs not how this worked, âand what if it wasnât ice cream I came for?â
âThen you need to make a decision. If itâs a brawl you want, youâd have to wait till after my shift. If itâsâsomething else,â suddenly he was very close, huffing warm breath on Harryâs face, âthen you should really get here earlier.â
âWhat? Why?â paralysed by the proximity, buzzing on Malfoyâs sharp smell, apple and citrus andâkiwi?
âPotter, this is the ice-cream world. First come, first serve.â And he was off, back to the cart with his choker and his arse, for which such tight trousers should be made fucking illegal. Put his arm around his coworker, winked again. Harry didnât like it, didnât know what to do with the whole thing, with any of it. Took himself back home and sulked at the walls until too late at night.
Decided. It was even fairly easy. Fell asleep and dreamed of a forest, of the sea.
*
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âBrawl,â he announced when he finally found Malfoy, now wearing all yellow. âI want a brawl. You need to be punched, and I could take a few kicks, I reckon. Letâs brawl.â
âHurray,â Malfoy smiled. âI finish at six. Meet me behind the pirate ship. And, Potter, you should probably wear something a little less nice if fisticuffs is what youâre going for.â
Not grinning (Malfoy thinks his shirt is nice?) Harry went back home, made lunch for Teddy, dreamed a little with his eyes open. Cleaned the debris of the cabinet Tedâs magic accidentally exploded, releasing candy flying everywhere, changed into joggers and a tee.
âWhere are you going, again?â asked Ron, who came by to babysit. He settled down in the living room with a hand on the remote and the other around a huge bowl of popcorn.
âNowhere special. Just a little walk in the park or something. Going to watch the new Spider-Lad?â
âPaw Patrol!â Teddy exclaimed, his whole face a toothless grin.
Ron rolled his eyes. âPaw Patrol? Again? Teddy, thereâs a whole world of cinematic goodness for us to discover, and Auntie Hermione still thinks Iâm full of it but there are whole films about animals who can talk!â
âFull of it,â Harry said.
âShut up, mate, Iâm serious! What do you say, Ted? A lion that can sing, or those pup detectives again?â
âPaw Patrol!â
âOkay. Paw Patrol it is.â A desolate, commiserating look to Harry: âHonestly, what is it tonight? You canât stop smiling.â
âNothing, nothing, I promise.â Nearly ran to the park, was there well before half-five, antsy and giddy and nervous. Walked around and around in circles, oblivious to the kids and families and shouts from the pirate ship. To anything that wasnâtâ
Malfoy appeared, still in yellow, making him look slightly sallow and lanky. Coming closer. Harryâs heart was rioting in his chest, was going to deafen him.
âYou came,â Malfoy said. He looked pleased. It was shaded behind the ride, a grassy area empty of trees. Malfoy dropped his backpack to the ground, pulled something out of it. Still crouched: âDo you want to count us down, orâŚ?â
âErm. Sure.â Harryâs never really done it like this before. Scheduled like a play-date or something. Malfoy was still on his knees near the bag. âThree⌠two⌠one?â
What attacked him was too soft and too cold to be handsâoh, Malfoy just dumped ice cream on his head, quickly melting into his hair, sticky down his throat, under his shirt. Tongue darting out to taste it: yuck, lemon.
âBastard!â Harry cried, half-blinded with the soft substance, lunging at him with his eyes closed: âcome here, you fucking, arsehole, let me,â found Malfoyâs hair and pulled. âYou think this is funny?â
âOw, ah, ha ha,â fucker, he really did, folded nearly in two in Harryâs arms, âit, gods, just too muchââ
âYeah? How would you like it if I,â scooping a dollop out of his hair and shoving it in the general area of Malfoyâs face, hopefully where the choking sounds were coming out of.
âPotter, stop, stop, I canât,â laughing like a maniac, not even trying to kick Harry off. âPotter!â
Harry somehow managed to shove them both to the grass, where theyâd started rolling, sticky and covered in horrible melting cream, both of them swimming in it, both of them laughing. âYouâre such a git,â smearing as much as he could on Malfoyâs face, on his uniform, on his neck. Climbed atop him and pinned him down, laughing, laughing.
âYou,â Malfoy sputtered, âP-otter, ha, I canât, ow, ahââ
âAm I hurting you?â asked Harry, who only earlier today planned on punching him. Slid on top of Malfoyâs slimy clothes until he had one sticky cheek in his hand. âMalfoy, are you okay?â
He was still laughing. âIs this,â his chest heaving, âis this what you, ha, wanted?â
âNo,â empathetically, laughing too. âYouâre a lunatic. Itâsâgrand.â
âHonestly, when you came and, haha, brawl, I couldnâtââ wiping his eyes, it must sting, all this melted ice cream where it really shouldnât be. âOw, this was a terrible idea.â
Harry didnât know if he agreed. Sticking his pinkie finger in the welling of liquid gathered under Malfoyâs collarbone, bringing it to his lips: âItâs actually not that bad.â
âHmm?â looking up at Harry, those bright eyes. âYes?â
âHere, have some.â It was half surprising, how gentle his finger was, tracing Malfoyâs bottom lip till it opened. How carefully he fed Malfoy his own ice cream. Half a surprise and half⌠not.
Malfoy licked his lips, made Harryâs whole body shiver. âMm. Not the best. Come back tomorrow and Iâd give you something really nice.â
âCan it maybe come in a cone?â this hopeful thing igniting in his belly. âYou know, like normal ice cream?â
Malfoy was still laughing. Harry could feel it between his knees, where Malfoyâs ribs were shaking. âSure. In a cone. You chicken.â
âIâm theââ incensed, Harry leaned down to swipe a big lick from Malfoyâs neckline all the way to his jaw. It tasted awful and slightly electrifying. Forgetting all about the rebuke, Harry did it again.
âPoâPotter,â a moan, when Harry sucked the salty-sweet skin. âPotter!â
âSweet,â Harry said nonsensically. âYouâitâs sweet.â
His smile, when it stretched in yucky, sticky lines on his face. Made Harryâs chest sort of spark. âI can be sweet, too. Just you wait.â
When he kissed him, he tasted like lemons.
*
The next day Teddy accidentally grew a tail and two ears while arguing another rewatch of Paw Patrol. The nice witch from Mungoâs said it was no issue, that they would probably spell off in a day or two. Gave them a very odd-looking hat and advised them to go out and enjoy this brilliant, sunny day.
What else could they do, then, but go to the park?
Walked around and around, rode the pirate ship three times, searched in every ice cream stand until, by total accident: âPotter,â with a tilt of his head. All in blue, a truly unfair sight. âAnd his little monkey, too.â
âIâm a pup!â Teddy shouted, running towards him. âPaw Patrol!â
âIndeed,â Malfoy agreed with a strange smile. âItâs good to meet you, Edward. Iâmââ
âDraco Malfoy!â Teddy already knew? Somehow? âUncle Harry talks about you all theââ
âHa ha,â covering the whole little face with his hand, âheâs joking, of course. No, I, erm, probably told him a thing or two about theâice cream, or something. Teddy, do you want some ice cream?â
âMm-hmm!â from behind Harryâs hand. Pointing at a flavour that didnât look much like anything, a blue blurb.Â
Malfoy nodded, considering. âExcellent choice, young pup sir. Blueberry bubble-gum, coming right up. And for the gentleman?â
Teddy pointed at something that looked even less like it should be edible. Malfoyâs devilish grin told him he was correct in that assessment. âHmm. Naturally, naturally. In fact, and if I might addâsprinkles?â
Ted started jumping up and down. His hat shifted slightly, showing what now wereâ
âOh my,â Malfoy covered his own mouth, and what turned out to be laughter, âblue ears, Edward? Thatâs not something you see every day.â
Teddy came forward to watch how Malfoy scooped up the ice cream with the big spoon, eyes round. âCan I do that?â he turned to Harry. âPlease, please, can Iââ
âWhy not? Hop in. Iâll show you how to do it so even your Uncle Harry is impressed.â And he guided Teddyâs hand to scoop up Harryâs ice cream, in what had to be at least twenty different health-code violations. âDo you want to do the sprinkles too?â
Was how they all ended up covered in sprinkles, and Malfoy closed off the stand (âsmoking break, something, whatever,â) and they took a walk around the park till they found a slightly shaded area.
It really was a brilliant day. Teddy was happy enough even with the weird, itchy hat, and Malfoy wasâbright blue. This thing melting in Harryâs chest felt uncomfortably close to ice cream.
*
On his lunch break the next day, Malfoy was wearing orange. He wondered if it was his ice-cream business, and heâs the one who changed colour every day; or if there truly were so many rivalling stands, each with their own theme. It didnât matter. None of it did, besides for Malfoyâs lips, which stretched into a smile, and his eyes, crinkling with it too, and his hands, reaching out for Harry.
âSo?â he asked when Harry was close enough to take one. âDid I pass. The test. Theâdogged deliberation.â
âWhat are you talking about?â Harry laughed, pulled him closer.
âTeddy, of course! You brought him as your expert judge, I expect. What did he say? Am I allowed to do this?â brought Harryâs hand to his mouth, kissed it. âAnd, this?â pinched his side painfully.
âOw! Bastard! I didnâtâTeddy was just off because of the whole, ear thing. I didnât bring him to judge you or whatever.â
âSo why did you come here?â eyebrow rising, rising. With that piercing that made Harry want to lick it. âI mean, there are many other things you could do on a day off, but you keep comingâhere.â
âThis is my park,â Harry reminded him gently. Malfoy scoffed, turned his face away. âHeyââ
âNo, no, youâre right. Your park. I suppose that makes me your employee? Kinky shit, Sir.â
âMalfoy.â Tugged his chin up, made him look. âI keep coming here because I like you. Because youâre deranged and I donât get you half the time and I like you. Is that enough, or do you want the whole song and dance?â
This half-smile he kept chewing on springing loose. âOoh, thereâs a dance?â
Harry kissed him, helpless with it. âYouâre such an arsehole,â into his neck, and today Malfoy smelled like orange blossom and like mango, something addictive and crushing, unbearable. âHow do you even,â inhaling deep, deep, âdo this?â
âMagic, of course,â Malfoy laughed, and kissed him back.
The problem was it was magic. The problem was Harry couldnât get enough. The main problem was, he couldnât remember why that was a problem.
*
The next day he couldnât go to the park again (something about staying an hour past his lunch break? Something about barely showing up to work in a week. Something about being an adult and having responsibilities, something silly). Harry texted the number Malfoy gave him, which might have been a joke, or a hoax, didnât hope for much.
Got a reply a little too quickly. A photo of an ice cream stand, all in pink. Then an emoji with the tongue sticking out. Harry thought: this man is mad, and I might be head over heels for him. Smiled into his coffee cup and thought about what to cook for Teddy tonight. Maybe heâd invite Malfoy over? Maybe it could be a thing. God, could he make it a thing, could he build something out of it, this colourful whirlwind of a spark?
Closed his eyes: everything was pink, like a mouth puckered for a kiss, like cartoon hearts. Decided, and it was even fairly easy.
*
âYou have to try the lavender.â
âYes, Uncle Harry, try it, try it!â
Harry rolled his eyes, prayed for mercy. âAwfully suspicious, the two of you are being.â
âWhat! Teddington, I think your uncle just insulted us. Show him how we feel about that.â Teddy tried to pout, but he was smiling too much. âVery good. Now, come on, Harry, we made it especially for you!â
It was purple. The whole cart, the whole world, behind his eyelids and the silly suit Malfoy was wearing. Harry opened his mouth and let them stick a spoon in. Swallowed: lavender. Oddly nice, just a little sweet, just the way he liked it.
âYou both are,â Harry tried, couldnât find the word. Mad and brilliant and purple. âAch, come here.â Wrapping his arms around all the sticky limbs he could find, this rumbling in his chest still, to this day, close to toppling him over.
It was very colourful, being alive.
In the distance Tedâs bubbles were distinctly purple, too.Â
For the brilliant @purplehotmess who gave me such a sweet prompt!Â
While trying to escape from Dudley and his gang, nine-year-old Harry Apparates himself to Hogwarts instead of the roof of his school. Thrilled by his magical surroundings and the lack of vindictive Dursleys, Harry decides to blend in amongst the students so he can stay in the castle forever.
Meanwhile, Severus tries to make sense of a new, tiny first-year whose name he can't quite place.
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