#dad!drarry

Dandelion for @nelweensfic 💛 everyone go read the microfic!

Gosh I love this trope - here you go:

● Azoth by zeitgeistic. Rated Explicit, word count 88k.

Now that Harry is back at Hogwarts with Hermione for eighth year, he realises that something’s missing from his life, and it either has to do with Ron, his boggart, Snape, or Malfoy. Furthermore, what, exactly, does it mean when one’s life is defined by the desire to simultaneously impress and annoy a portrait? Harry has no idea; he’s too busy trying not to be in love with Malfoy to care.

● One Harry Potter, Please by faithwood. Rated M, word count 60k.

All Draco wants is Harry Potter's friendship, just to make his new Auror job more bearable. However, after Harry stubbornly pays more attention to everyone else — including his secret admirer — Draco is forced to resort to drastic measures. And get more than he's bargained for.

● Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended by SquadOfCats. Rated Explicit, word count 46k.

Three years after the war, Harry is lost, drifting, and feeling left behind. In an effort to get control of his life, he commits to cleaning out Grimmauld Place top-to-bottom and forcing it to be a home, whether it likes it or not. The rotten old house is stuffed full of antiques, and Harry is shocked to discover none other than Draco Malfoy running the local antique shop. Malfoy is polite -- too polite, and Harry soon finds himself with a mission: to annoy and bother Malfoy with the most hideous, absurd antiques he can find. But along the way, Harry comes to appreciate Draco, his work, and the power of connecting to the people who came before him. It's a hard lesson, but Harry learns that if he wants to build a future, he has to reconnect to his past, and Draco might just be the one to help him do it.

● Re: Harry's Crush by lettersbyelise. Rated M, word count 3.5k.

Ever get that feeling you're being talked about behind your back? Harry doesn't, he's too busy being stupidly, obviously besotted with the guy in the lab downstairs.

● Play Dates by bixgirl1. Rated Explicit, word count 7k.

Dear "James" "Stagson",

Thank you for contacting the Diagon Alley Parents of (Future) Slytherins Support Community (DAPFSSC). We encourage you to attend our next meeting (Thursday, August 12, 8pm at the meeting room in Flourish and Blott's) to discover the magic of our community first-hand. We believe that all children can grow and thrive if they are given the gift of parents who treat them as whole humans and who employ thought, loving discipline, and firm-yet-loving limits. It is our goal to empower our members to set such limits—a task that is difficult when your beloved child possesses that famed Slytherin cunning! All prospective members must commit to the community after one (1) trial meeting. Continued attendance, submission to Privacy Incantations, and active participation in meetings is expected of all members. We reserve the right to remove members from the group for any reason, and a copy of our operating procedures will be presented to you upon your decision to join our community.

Potter, you must be an utter idiot if you think I am fooled by your pseudonym. If you are right that one of your children is a Slytherin—and Merlin and Morgana, l hope you are right, because I can think of no greater karmic retribution for your excessive Gryffindorness—you can be sure that you need to step up your game. Had you signed your letter "John Smith," I probably would not have scrutinised the powerful magical signature the parchment was emitting, but with a ham-handed attempt like "James Stagson," you had no chance of fooling me. You have the subtlety of a hippogriff wearing a tutu trying to steal from a china shop, and your Slytherin child will find every such instance of weakness and poke holes in you until you resemble a block of swiss cheese. A block of swiss cheese that has been attacked by mice.

There is no possible way that DAPFSSC can give you advice by owl. For one, every parenting situation requires a thorough understanding of context. Our community is so successful because we are able to ask each other questions, refine our understanding of problems, offer anecdotes about what has worked for us, &c. It is a community effort, Potter; no one-size-fits-all-Saviours response is possible.

Moreover, and better to learn this now than when your Slytherin reaches his or her teenage years, you must consider how this will look to your child. What if he or she were to find correspondence in which you poured out your parenting woes to a group of strangers? He or she would not take kindly to such a revelation, I can assure you with some authority. Parenting a Slytherin is a job that requires absolute discretion, which is why we use Privacy Incantations to ensure that our members cannot go blabbing about other members' problems. What is discussed at DAPFSSC stays at DAPFSSC.

I hope you decide to join our community, Potter. Nothing would give me greater joy than to hear in detail your struggle to understand and to parent your Slytherin child.

Please let us know if you have any further questions, and the community looks forward to meeting you and hearing about your DS (DAPFSSC lingo for "Dear Slytherin," you'll catch on quickly!) soon.

In solidarity,

This is for @xx-thedarklord-xx I know your asks are probably filled to the brim with Drarry raising Scorpius stuff but! I am not feeling well right now and it’s kind of gloomy outside so it made this idea sprout in my head and it’s WAY too long for an ask.

Draco refuses to move out of Malfoy Manor after his parents pass away. He absolutely refuses to let Voldemort steal all the happy memories he had in that house as a child. It’s painful at first and Harry is against it which doesn’t help, but Draco is determined. After really seeing how important it is to Draco, Harry starts making more of an effort. They manage to turn Malfoy Manor into a home again.

Scorpius coming along makes it even better. He’s rambunctious and happy and loves chasing his daddies through the Manor.

The only thing Scorpius dislikes about the Manor is all the windows. It makes thunderstorms super scary before the lightning lights up the whole house. It petrifies him even though he’s seven and his daddies both tell him he’s a very brave boy!

One night, however, there is a particularly bad thunderstorm. The rain is beating against the windows and the lightning is illuminating the rooms. Scorpius tries his best to be a big boy. Honest. Until the thunder gets so loud it sounds like a whole pride of lions are roaring on their roof and it makes him cry.

Scorpius runs to his daddies’ room and practically nosedives into their bed, burrowing his face into whichever parent he landed on.

It’s Draco, of course, who admittedly can’t sleep either. He grew up afraid of thunderstorms at Malfoy Manor too. He wraps a protective arm around Scorpius and plants kisses on top of his little blonde curls. He nudges Harry awake with his free hand because his husband can apparently sleep through anything.

“Seems we have a late night visitor,” Harry muses. He fumbles behind himfot his glasses and slips them on so he can see Scorpius more clearly.

“I hate thunderstorms!” Scorpius cries with a level of petulance that would have given eleven year old Draco a run for his money.

“It’s just a storm, sweetheart. It’ll be over before you know it.” Draco says it with the same level of confidence his mother used to have when she told him the same thing. He could only hope it was just as comforting.

“But when, Daddy?” Scorpius whines and Harry can’t help but snicker. There was definitely no denying that Scorpius was Draco’s “mini me.”

“It’ll be over by the time you wake up,” Harry says with a yawn, snuggling back down into the mattress.

“But I haven’t fallen back asleep yet!” Scorpius throws himself back against the pillows dramatically as if Harry had somehow forgotten they were all awake.

“Then have daddy sing you a song. It’ll put us all to sleep and when we wake up, the storm will be over.”

“Nu-uh!”

“Draco, our son doubts me, you’ll have to back me up here, love. My reputation is at stake.”

“Insufferable git,” Draco mutters under his breath but nonetheless he allows Harry to shuffle closer to him and Scorpius. He doesn’t pull away when Harry encompasses the two of them in his arms and he still smiles when Harry plants a kiss on his forehead, then Scorpius’. Once they’re all comfortable, curled up safe and secure under the blankets, Draco begins to sing a lullaby his mother used to send to him, his voice strong and sure, and somehow louder than the thunder.

Title: My True Love Gave to Me (Six Jars of Chutney)

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 12.3 K

Summary:  On his first post-divorce Christmas Eve without his children, Harry goes to Marks & Spencer hoping to find a bit of his past; what he finds instead is a future.

A/N: Thank you @thealmostrhetoricalquestion for talking with me about Marks & spencer and food forever, @gingertodgers for the amazing britpick and food talk and @aibidil for saving my grammar failures with your amazing beta skills. This was written for @hpjoggersfest and honestly I can’t remeber the last time I had so much fun writing Drarry.

Excerpt:

“Malfoy,” Harry croaked, the mass of his chutney extravaganza weighing heavily in his arms.

Malfoy cleared his throat, a box of Duchy halfway to his trolley and an unreadable expression on his face. “Potter.”

Malfoy continued to stare at Harry, who realised then there was no graceful way to set down that many jars of chutney. Instead he coughed awkwardly as he leaned over the handlebar of the trolley and dropped them in, crossing his fingers none of them would break. They fell atop his other things, the glass clanging loudly. Harry winced as they rolled to the back of the trolley and smashed his packet of Percy Pigs.

“As graceful as ever, I see,” Malfoy said, clearly finding his composure and his voice somewhere in Harry’s embarrassment.

“Fuck you,” Harry grumbled, rubbing his hands on his joggers. His words held no actual bite though, and Malfoy barked out an unexpected laugh. He and Malfoy weren’t enemies anymore, but they weren’t exactly friends. Friendly acquaintances, perhaps. Harry knew a fair bit about Malfoy from the stories Albus told in his letters and over the summer holiday. He knew Malfoy doted on Scorpius something terrible, that he’d gotten divorced last summer but that he and Astoria were apparently still on excellent terms and often still took Scorpius on joint holidays. He knew Malfoy sent Scorpius care packages once a week, as Albus often lamented that his own father didn’t make use of the owlery nearly as much.

“As eloquent, too.”

Harry rolled his eyes, eyeing up Malfoy’s trolley. There was the newly deposited box of Duchy crackers, a fancy looking chunk of cheese, a bottle of wine, some jars of olives and onions, and, to Harry’s immense surprise, an array of non-chocolate sweets including flying saucers and a bag of dolly mixture. Harry didn’t want to think too hard on the years he’d spent at Hogwarts paying too much attention to Malfoy so that he knew Malfoy preferred chocolate.

“So what are you doing here, Potter? You buy out Honeydukes first and decide to raid Marks & Spencer next?” Malfoy’s voice was teasing and Harry found his lips curl into a smile despite himself.

“Oh, fuck off.”

“That’s the second time you’ve said that word in the last few minutes. If you’re not careful people are going to think we don’t like each other,” he said.

Ah, that is because that was a post by @aibidil and not me.

You can find it her Dad Drarry at School drop off post here. 

Title: Luck Is Not Chance Author: aibidil Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Word Count: 19.5k Rating: Mature Content: Potions Theory, Felix Felicis, Middle-Age, Established Relationship, Parenthood, Case Fic Summary: Being the tale of two 52-year-old wizards who take a dose of Felix Felicis and embark on a cross-Atlantic journey to help their reluctant and bemused Auror daughter on a case.

“So tell us about this case,” Draco said, cupping the mug.

“Yeah,” Harry said, with increasing interest. “Maybe we can help,” he offered, not knowing why he was saying that.

Aster snorted. “Maybe you can help? My potions-researcher father and my retired-from-the-Aurors-for-over-twenty-years father are going to be an asset to the MACUSA Auror force? What do you think we need, a paper on the effects of the quality of Chizpurfle fang on the potency of Wiggenweld Potion? Or a history lecture about politics in Britain in the 1990s?”

Harry narrowed his eyes and pointed a finger at her. “Don’t make fun! We’re powerful!”

“And virile!” Draco added.