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What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.

Take a Chance by nest_of_dreams Draco has kept his head firmly down post-War. His mother can worry and his friends can complain all they want but he's perfectly content with the way things are, thank you very much. Enter Ginny Weasley and suddenly the comfortable monotony of his life is thrown into complete disarray. Accompanied by a terrifying ginger family and the Golden Boy himself, her unexpected friendship is truly a force to be reckoned with. But as Draco learns how to live again, he realises that sometimes chances are meant to be taken and being brave isn't just a Gryffindor thing.

Darker Before the Dawn by dualwieldteacup  The last thing Draco wanted was to show up at Harry Potter's door, cursed blind and holding a boxful of his friends Transfigured into snakes, but here he was. Between breaking the curse, adjusting to life without sight, and teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Draco's got his hands full. Being forced to live with Harry Potter might just be the death of him. This is a story about the bonds of friendship, fairy tale endings, and learning to ask for help (even from Gryffindors).

A Game of Honesty by Lomonaaeren Harry had agreed to an open marriage because he loved Ginny too much to lose her. But he struggled every day with jealousy of Ginny’s bond to Astoria Greengrass. He knew that Ginny was the opposite, and had encouraged him to find a lover of his own, but Harry only wanted his wife. At least, he thought so until Draco Malfoy offered an arrangement of their own that would have the advantage of making their wives pay more attention to them, and suddenly Harry is feeling, and watching everyone else feel, emotions of an intensity he never knew existed.

Author: dualwieldteacup

Summary: The last thing Draco wanted was to show up at Harry Potter's door, cursed blind and holding a boxful of his friends Transfigured into snakes, but here he was.

Between breaking the curse, adjusting to life without sight, and teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Draco's got his hands full. Being forced to live with Harry Potter might just be the death of him.

This is a story about the bonds of friendship, fairy tale endings, and learning to ask for help (even from Gryffindors).

Length: 7 chapters, 47,636 words

Darkest Before the Dawn

dualwieldteacup @dualwieldteacup

Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Cho Chang, Poppy Pomfrey, Neville Longbottom, Argus Filch, Luna Lovegood, Horace Slughorn, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Original Male Character(s), Ron Weasley, Molly Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Millicent Bulstrode, Gregory Goyle Additional Tags: Post-Hogwarts, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Homophobic Language, Curses, Fairy Tale Elements, Fairy Tale Curses, Snakes, Parseltongue, Blindness, Blind Draco Malfoy, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hogwarts, Hogwarts Professors, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Protective Harry Potter, Posh Draco Malfoy, Pining, Thestrals, Patronus, Legilimency, Sex in Thestral Carriage, Domestic, Roommates, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Magical Theory, Minor Cho Chang/Original Male Character, Professor Harry Potter, Professor Draco Malfoy, H/D Erised 2019, Holding Hands, POV Draco Malfoy, Cursed Draco Malfoy, Endearments, Mystery, Getting Together, Frottage, Implied Sexual Content Summary:

The last thing Draco wanted was to show up at Harry Potter’s door, cursed blind and holding a boxful of his friends Transfigured into snakes, but here he was.

Between breaking the curse, adjusting to life without sight, and teaching his Defence Against the Dark Arts classes, Draco’s got his hands full. Being forced to live with Harry Potter might just be the death of him.

This is a story about the bonds of friendship, fairy tale endings, and learning to ask for help (even from Gryffindors).

Excerpt:

Potter gave a sort of tremulous sound from the back of his throat before saying, “You look really nice.”

Draco furrowed his brow, thinking hard, before remembering he had chosen the teal waistcoat with a striped white shirt and fitted light grey trousers. It was a dressier outfit than he normally wore on weekdays under his professor’s robes, and rather ruined by the fact that he had loosened his silk tie, unbuttoned his shirt at the throat, and rolled his sleeves up to work on the misbehaving loom. With his hair a sweaty mess and the flush of exertion on his cheeks, he must have looked like an unkempt wreck.

“Don’t be absurd. You’re a horrible liar.”

“I’m not. You do,” Potter insisted, still sounding a bit stunned. “And anyway, what are you doing up here? If you’ve changed your mind about the game…”

“I haven’t. I just lost track of time.” Draco ran his fingers across the bit he’d completed that day. Five and a half inches, or thereabouts. Close enough. He heaved a sigh and flung the gloves off. Then a thought occurred to him. “How’d you know where to find me?”

Potter fidgeted. “Well, you’ve been working at the loom every waking hour for the past couple of weeks. Call it a wild guess.”

Draco harrumphed as he rose and put his shirt and tie back in order, then reached around the corner into his bedroom and grabbed a warm cloak, scarf, and gloves. “You know, back in school I used to think that you had some sort of magical way of always knowing where I was.”

“Did you?” From the sound of it, Potter’s smile took up his entire face.

“Mm.” Draco tugged on his gloves, grateful for the thin and supple suede; a remarkable contrast from the beefy dragonhide. “And for Salazar’s sake, don’t tell me you did, or else I shall truly lose my mind.”

But he felt his resolve start to wane even as Potter took him by the hand and they walked the well-worn path to the Quidditch pitch. “What if I get hit by a Bludger?” his treacherous mouth supplied, and: “It’s useless for me to go; it’ll be no better than listening to the game on the wireless, and then at least I can get more weaving done,” and: “I’m rather cold—are you cold? Should I go back and get a jumper?

“Malfoy,” Potter said at last, pausing on the creaky wooden stairs up to the spectators’ stands. His voice sounded odd in the cavernous space beneath the ring of the pitch, both magnified by the great height of the walls and muffled by the great swaths of fabric flapping in the wind. “What’s wrong? You clearly don’t want to be here. If it’s because of me, just tell me, and I’ll never mention it again. And I’m sure McGonagall can find you another room—”

“It’s not that,” Draco insisted, clinging to Potter’s hand so hard it must have hurt. “But it seems so foolish to put my feet up and worry about Slytherin’s Chasers’ technique and be on a bloody date with you when there’s a curse to be broken!”

Potter squeezed his hand back just as tightly. “But you’re working to break it. You are,” he insisted when Draco shook his head. “We all are. You and Luna are keeping them fed, and Neville and I got you those fresh star-thorns, and Cho and Perez are doing their research. You’ve been weaving nonstop for days. You should take a break because I don’t want you to wear yourself out, and besides,” he swallowed, “ever since Sunday, I’ve been thinking how badly I want to kiss you.”

And it was just as well that they were on the stairs, because Potter was standing on the step above him, which meant that they were the same height when Draco fisted his hands in the lapels of his jacket and drew them together. The tip of his nose was freezing but his mouth was so warm, and so were his hands, cradling Draco’s jaw as if he were something to be cherished and protected. His lips were softer than Draco had ever dreamed, and the scrape of his stubble and the soft hums issuing from his throat set fire to Draco’s veins. It made every time they had touched before—fistfights, duels, that nightmarish inferno—slip away like the remnants of a bad dream.

He had always wondered how Potter had been able to cast a Patronus strong enough to ward off a hundred Dementors at once. He felt, at last, that he finally understood.

Thank you @dualwieldteacup for tagging me! Your WIP sounds amazing and I can’t wait to read it. I have three WIPs right now, all Drarry:

1. “Vortex” Finished story in the editing stage, 20K, will post in January. Down-and-out Draco in Knockturn Alley. Draco knows that Harry’s his soulmate, but he assumes Harry would never want him and keeps it a secret. But Fate has a way of bringing soulmates together... at the right time. Angst, redemption, social justice, overwrought hospital bedside scene!

2. “Shelter Me” 33K written, will probably be about 50K total. I stalled on this back in September, but I hope to outline the rest soon and get back to it during Christmas vacation. Harry’s unemployed, depressed, and withdrawn from most of his friends. Andromeda asks him to let Healer Draco stay at Grimmauld Place until he finds a flat. OMG they were housemates! Also, asexual Harry, PTSD recovery, dogs and cats living together, mass hysteria! (Okay, not the last one.)

3. “Shed Your Skin” 6K written, will be about 10K total. This is the the first story I ever started, and I think I’ll have to rewrite quite a bit. It’s a song fic written in the 2nd person (because I had to make things difficult for myself). It’s set on a single day during the summer after the war ends, and H&D run into each other at Snape’s grave. They end up spending the day together, hashing things out, before Draco leaves England for an apprenticeship in NYC.

you've accomplished a lot, dude. i mean not only by going through a lot in your past and surviving it, but also you've written a 70 chapter story and do a podcast and you're a huge part of this dumb fandom and i'm glad that you're here and hanging around.. accomplishments are subjective. making it to 30 is an accomplishment. you're great and don't think that you're not, and welcome to the 30's club, here's a complementary high five.

un-shit-yourself replied to your post “On January 15, 1987, at exactly 12:20am Eastern Standard Time, I was...”

also apologies if the words don't make sense but tldr you're rad

dualwieldteacup replied to your post “On January 15, 1987, at exactly 12:20am Eastern Standard Time, I was...”

You survived another trip around the sun! We haven't talked much, but I am glad you're here. ��

kayth1 replied to your post “On January 15, 1987, at exactly 12:20am Eastern Standard Time, I was...”

I couldn't fit this on your card so, I'll write it here: I know turning 30 is daunting. But you have -you really, seriously have- accomplished a lot! You have survived! You have made long lasting friendships. You have been living on your own for years like the adult you are. You have a job that pays your bills. You have hobbies. You have passions. You create art. You live art. You fight for injustice. You have a solid relationship. You can drive...

kayth1 replied to your post “On January 15, 1987, at exactly 12:20am Eastern Standard Time, I was...”

And those are just the few of the things you've accomplished in your 30 trips around the sun! My thirties have been good to me. I hope yours are great to you and I'll do my best to help make that hope into a reality! -happy birthday little sestra! [Insert pusheen heart sticker here]

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