#draco redemption

Attia's fist connected with Draco Malfoy's nose before he could finish his sentence. The look of shock on his face, followed by the burst of blood, was oddly satisfying.

Draco staggered, clutching his face, as Crabbe and Pansy stared in disbelief. Ruby patterns splattered across the stone. Attia stood halfway up the staircase, glaring down at them with her hands balled into fists. She had always thought the best way to catch a wizard off guard was to use non-wizarding methods, and this was no exception.

In first year, Attia's mother made her swear not to get into any fistfights. Especially with none of the Sacred 28. Because she had some very hot-tempered tendencies during her time at a prep girls academy, and Madame Normandeau could do no more with threats of expulsion.

Attia vividly remembered her second year, the year of the Basilisk. Yoona had been petrified, catching a glimpse of the deadly creature through the reflection of an armour set in the Slytherin dungeons. The news had spread like wildfire—Yoona, the girl with the striking looks and unassuming charm, and a boat-load of vanity, was revealed to be a so-called mudblood. It had been the third or fourth time she heard Yoona Moon-Bane brought up by dribbling Draco and pug face Pansy— and she didn't even like the conceited Yoona Moon-Bane that much at the time. 

But it was then that Attia had decided she no longer took pride in spouting that nonsensical slur. It was getting annoying after a certain bit, and a tad depressing. Attia couldn't stand the hypocrisy of her so-called peers, and every time she heard Yoona's name dragged through the mud, she was getting more and more annoyed. Especially knowing Yoona was outperforming them in charms (though she wasn't comparable to the apparently 'Brightest witch of their year' Hermione Granger from Gryffindor.) Attia had never paid much attention to blood status before, she'd never even liked Yoona the teensiest, but she had always absorbed the pure-blood rhetoric from her family and peers without question.

When Yoona was petrified, Attia expected to feel nothing but the usual disdain for those of "lesser blood." But as she watched her classmates cheer and sneer at Yoona's fate, something twisted uncomfortably in her gut.

It was likely because of the high ground Attia came out victorious, brawling three students at once. Pansy had tried to retaliate to be met with an almighty slap that split her lip. Crabbe, the lumbering oaf, was next, but Attia was quicker. She thought it was likely cause of his fat-ass he sprained both wrists on his unathletic tumble.

Sure, Attia's knuckles were shattered, but she kept going at Draco, who wasn't backing down from his bigoted views. Wah wah my father will hear about this you bloody stupid ogre, he was sputtering, until Snape dragged her off the snivelling little blonde bastard. 

Attia didn't resist, though she kept her defiant gaze fixed on Draco until Snape pulled her out of sight. Safe to say she almost got herself expelled. Detention throughout the year. A summer of being grounded. And muggle braces as part of her punishment. Muggle braces! That was absolutely barbaric! She couldn't show her face to anyone in the neighbourhood out of embarrassment. 

Yet every time Malfoy passed by, she felt a flicker of satisfaction, knowing she had shattered more than just his nose. And if given the chance, she'd do it all over again.

We Must Be Careful by Limirint

Seven years after Voldemort’s final death, Harry Potter has struggled to make sense of his third life. A poster child for the new ministry posing as an auror, he finds himself in limbo– no longer who he used to be, and not yet who he will become. When a disgraced Draco emerges from isolation and draws him to Malfoy Manor, the lines between past and present are obscured. Pitted against each other in a plot to unearth a relic of war, they become trapped in the estate’s malevolent underbelly— a labyrinth of memory and fear.

And why are the few that exist all Dr@arry or Dr@mionie 😞 nothing against them but not my cup of tea

I want to see them reconcile and become family. alllllso I love the hc that Dudley has a magical kid and is like "uhhh Harry what do I do"

I really enjoyed this one. It's a little different from some of the other stories I've read. Norse mythology mixed with magic. I dig it.

Other times, he’d arrive drenched in Dark Magic. It would cling to his clothes and skin. When he was like that, he was always more desperate. Harder. Faster. Trying to lose himself in something he could feel.

Against a wall. Or just on the floor of the hotel room where they landed.

His kisses tasted like ice and sin, and Hermione drank them in until she was gasping.

“You’re mine. You’re mine.” He’d repeat the words over and over like a mantra. “Say it. Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Draco,” she’d promise against his lips, or staring into his eyes.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14454174?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false#comment_381644007

This fic - scratch that. This NOVEL fucked me up. I loved and hated it with equal amounts, but it will go down as one of my all time fanfics. The writing is amazing and I hate that I don't have another word to use to describe it.

Amazing just doesn't seem to cut it when it comes down to trying to explain this fanfiction.

The emotional turmoil between Hermione and Draco, what they go through. I just can't. I thought I knew what I was getting into when I started reading it, I didn't.

And I don't regret any of it.

in 6th year, harry goes to the prefects’ bathroom to confront draco about hexing katie bell and finds him sobbing alone. instead of still duelling him, he lowers his wand in horror. draco turns around to defend himself, but harry raises his hands and promises not to fight him. draco keeps crying and harry stays with him. neither of them talk or speak of it again

throughout the next few weeks, they find themselves “accidentally” running into each other in the bathroom (they both know they watch each other, but they don’t say it). they don’t usually talk much. one day, harry says “do you ever feel like people put too much pressure on you?” draco knows what he means, and tells him so right before he starts crying. harry cries that day too. this time, draco says he’ll see harry later when he’s leaving. harry says it back

one day, draco breaks. he tells harry what voldemort wants him to do, tells him that if he doesn’t kill dumbledore, he’ll torture and kill his family. harry tells the order, who puts draco into protection (they don’t trust him at grimmauld place yet, but tonks still has her apartment from before she moved in with remus and she doesn’t care much if the death eaters find it anyways). when he’s at hogwarts, they can keep him safe from voldemort. harry and draco still meet up in the washroom (not openly, never openly, lest voldemort know he betrayed him and isn’t “trying to discover himself,” at least not the way he told everyone as a cover for being at the order’s safe house)

one day, the two of them walk into the great hall together, a little late for lunch. the school states and whispers as they walk to their seats, no sign of argument or hatred on their faces. harry says something nobody else hears, and draco laughs. the school falls deadly silent - if potter and malfoy are friends, the world must be ending (they all know it is)

eventually, the order starts to trust draco more and more. harry goes to visit him at tonks’ old apartment. although he knows draco’s changed, ron and hermione refuse to let him go alone (harry tried to sneak past them once and found the whole weasley family at draco’s doorstep). one day, draco apologizes to them, especially hermione. he didn’t expect her to forgive him. she didn’t. not at first, anyways

at the battle of hogwarts, the order agrees to keep draco away. who knows if he’d be able to fight his family? he might freeze up, or worse - rejoin voldemort. he sneaks out and joins them anyways, rousing the slytherins. almost all of them were going to be fighting family, he said, but hogwarts is family too. most of them agreed that if malfoy was joining potter, voldemort was definitely wrong. a few of them didn’t, but the rest stunned them and locked them up before they could join their parents

draco is the one who saves fred’s life (remus made them pair up to make sure he didn’t make a wrong move). he saves remus and tonks too - indirectly - because one of the slytherins he unlocks recognizes remus as their favourite defense against the dark arts teacher and manages to shield them behind their backs. only after this does hermione start calling him draco instead of malfoy

tonks gives draco her old apartment for good after the battle. teddy lupin may already have a godfather, but when lily alice lupin is born, draco is the first one tonks calls. “it’s only fair,” she reasons. “he’s the only reason we’re even alive to have more children,”

one day, draco screws up. hermione is trying to set him up with her friend, and draco says “but she’s a mu-” before he cuts himself off. he doesn’t try to make excuses, just lets hermione storm off. later, he apologizes again, explains that it’s going to take some time for him to unlearn everything his parents drilled into him, but he promises he’s trying. he’s forgiven much quicker this time, provided he really is trying to be better

harry and draco don’t always have time to talk. they’re busy with their own lives and jobs (harry became defense against the far arts teacher, and draco works at the ministry while he tries to figure out what he wants to do with his life), and they can’t see each other as much as they did at school. but every time harry has a nightmare and wakes up screaming, or draco vomits because he feels sick when he thinks about how awful he was, they always end up holding each other and crying together