#fem!drarry

year 6 girl harry (gay)

I’m obsessed with their designs 😩💕 Also curious what type of outfits they’d each rock (not gonna lie I 100% bet that Harry would still dress similarly to her male counterpart).

SAY LESS

I definitely agree!! I don't think there'd be much of difference for Harry. I imagine she still grew up with Dudley's (even more oversized now) hand-me-downs and would probably feel very awkward in super feminine clothes. I think she'd still prioritized comfort over style and lean into masc looks when older too. (Like baggy jeans, sweaters & hoodies, oversized t-shirts/ plaid shirts/ jackets, sneakers)

As for Draco, I don't think she'd be all that different either. I feel like during Hogwarts she'd still want to emulate Lucius, albeit maybe more willing to flaunt her status through high-quality clothing and jewelry. Post-war though I can see her adopting more of Narcissa's simple but refined style combined with formal mugglewear. (Lots of blouses and blazers and heeled boots for sureee)

Potter-verse art dump pt. 4—

HEAR ME OUT... The subway by Chappell Roan but make it about fem!drarry.

The weight of 8 year finally settled in her chest. She really was going back to Hogwarts after all that happened. After the battle, after the grief, after the shame, after everything, after everyone.

And everyone included her.

The sound of the train at platform 9¾ was loud and heavy. Not welcoming. Nothing was welcoming anymore.

The sky stayed grey, her eyes matched. Even the wind seemed to be tired, her soul matched. The rest of students looked, but they didn't see, no one could see her.

"That's Dahlia Malfoy" one of them whispered.

"What is she doing here?" "Thought she'd end up in Azkaban" "Death eater bitch"

All the words were buzzing in her ears as she made her way inside the train. Her attention wasn't quite there anyway and she had learned how to ignore and pretend. Her sixth year had been the masterclass for it.

It was easy to ignore most of them. None of them ever said something she hadn't heard before. So her mask stayed intact, indifferent, above it all.

Then all crumbled.

The sound of a laugh, one specific scent, glasses, a maze of dark curls, worn out shoes, honeyed skin, terrible tie and baggy trousers.

Green eyes.

Her heart stopped and her breath hitched. Warmth invaded her chest and cheeks and her eyes didn't look away.

The memories washed her like waves, the feeling, the touch of lips, of hands. But memories dont discriminate and everything has two sides. The warmth brought back the cold, the good brought back the bad, the pretty brought back the ugly, the hope brought back the loss. It made her sick.

"Harriet I—"

But she was too slow and once she turned Potter wasn't there anymore, her laugh dissipated, her scent lingered weakly and the soft breeze erased it as it waved her long blond hair like some type of goodbye.

She could still hear the muffled sound of the Golden Trio conversation as they found a place and the temptation to do something was almost as big as the hole in her stomach.

But this was better. Harriet Potter had gotten away from the inevitable tragedy that was Dahlia Malfoy. So she

Move on. Walk. She is just like any other girl in this cursed train.

But she wasn't. She'd never be.

Long live the lesbians. Sapphic drarry will always be so so so dear to me. It's a personal HC for fem!draco to be named Dahlia, idk it scratches a part of my brain in the right way. Fem Dahlia and Masc Harriet are my shaylas. Pretty angsty (wlw aka women losing women) but i had fun writing it.