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Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run

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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Pining, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship

Summary:

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

Excerpt:

“You all right?”

“Brilliant,” Harry spat. His eyes burned and he turned away. He didn’t want Malfoy to see him crying.

“We can get rid of them,” Malfoy said quietly. “We can — not to sound murderous about it. I mean to say, we can just… Apparate away. Leave them here. We don’t have to get caught up in what they’re caught up in.”

“You think Hermione would go for that?”

“Probably not,” Draco admitted. “She likes the idea of a more organised resistance. Better resources. More money for those little pieces of Muggle parchment she likes with the sticky backs. But we can — we can strike out on our own, if we have to.”

“We wouldn’t last a week without her, remember?” Harry’s voice sounded hoarse. He wished his eyes would stop fucking leaking for five minutes. “We barely lasted a day at Jane and Cynthia’s.”

“I don’t know, Potter. We could figure something out. Sod this whole revolution business; it’s rubbish anyway. Crap food and no wages. Let’s leave this shit island to its self-destruction. We could go to Australia and live with Hermione’s parents and pretend to be Muggles. At this point I’d probably get an O on the Muggle Studies N.E.W.T, honestly, it’d be easy.”

Harry shut his eyes and had a brief, delirious fantasy of him and Malfoy on some Australian beach. Draco would be grousing about the heat, a thick line of sunblock on his nose. His bare shoulders would be red and peeling a little. Maybe he’d put on a really naff t-shirt with a stretched out collar to keep from getting more burnt. Harry would have a surfboard, and he’d somehow have got really good at surfing. They’d have boring jobs at a shop and no one would be trying to kill them.

“Funny,” Harry said, and his wet laugh was not very convincing.

“No?” Draco shuffled a bit closer. “Worth a shot, I suppose.”

“Sorry about your dad.” Harry scuffed his shoe on the ground, digging a little trench in the dirt. “Seemed like… I mean, I know he’s a right bastard, but I think he does love you.”

“He does. Fat lot of good that does me, obviously.” Draco edged yet closer. “It’s all right. I mean, it’s not all right, but it’s…” He shrugged expressively. “I think we’re handling your situation first.”

“I don’t have a fucking situation.” Harry looked at his feet. “Piss off.”

“In the immortal words of Harry Potter, ‘nah’.” Draco was very close to him now. He reached out and touched Harry’s hand — Harry flinched and stepped back.

“What are we even doing?” Harry demanded, wiping his eyes.

“Saving the country, and possibly the world?” Draco shrugged. “We may be doing a middling job of it at the minute, but it’s the thought that counts.”

“No, I meant…” Harry turned away. He didn’t want to look at Draco. “I meant, what are we doing.”

“Oh,” Draco said. Harry could practically hear him go rigid and pointy. “Oh, that.”

“Yes, that.” Harry turned back around so he could glower at him. “What — what are you playing at? You buy me a coat, you fix my shitty trainers, you hold my hand…” Harry’s eyes stung. His heart hurt so badly. “What are you fucking me about for?”

“I’m not fucking you about.” Draco looked pained. He brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I’m not playing at anything. Or I don’t mean to be. I… Don’t make me say it.”

“Make you say what?”

“I… you know. You.” Draco looked down at his hands, which he had twisted together so tightly his fingers were white. “I feel… I have felt… For fuck’s sake, Harry! It’s so cringe. Don’t make me say it.”

“Oh,” Harry said. “You mean… You fancy me?”

“Fancy,” Draco echoed, looking up at the patches of sky through the trees. “Yes. Obviously, are you completely dim?” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Fancy. Merlin and Morgana both, Potter.”

“Oh.” Harry ground the toe of his repaired trainer into the dirt. “I’ve never had someone fancy me before.”

“That is patently impossible, Potter,” Draco informed him. “You’re unbelievably unobservant, that must be the problem. Really, it’s like you’ve got tunnel-vision. You can only pay attention to a vary small radius of information at a time.”

“No one who knew me,” Harry amended. “No one who really knew me.”

“Oh,” Draco said. He took a deep breath like he was bracing himself for something. “Merlin’s sake, Potter. Can you stop doing things to me, for once?”

Harry frowned. “I’m just stood here.”

Draco covered his face with both hands. “This is so horrible. I hate this so much. Could you come here, please?”

Harry took a few steps forward. This was so confusing. Everything was weird, and confusing, and he was a wizard, and those men knew his parents, and they wanted him to be part of some weird underground resistance group that was somehow different to Harry’s weird underground resistance group, and here he was about to, he was pretty sure, have his first boyfriend. He was about seventy-five percent certain. He didn’t want to be cocky. He wasn’t all that certain how these things worked for normal people, let alone for teenaged renegade wizards.

“Come here properly, arsehole.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to…”

“For fuck’s sake, Potter. Have you never learnt elementary social cues? Here.” Draco dropped his hands from his face and put his arms around Harry. He clutched Harry’s new coat with both hands. Draco’s face pressed against Harry’s neck, long eyelashes brushing his skin.

Harry couldn’t move. Draco’s coat smelled of smoke. His breath was warm and his nose was cold. Harry’s chest went tight and painfully full, like a wardrobe packed so tight that it would shortly avalanche all over the unfortunate person who would next open the door.

“Hug me back, you dickhead,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s neck.

Harry did. He put his arms around Draco’s waist and leaned into the curve of his chest. His eyes went hot and wet again, which was embarrassing. He ducked his head to hide them on the shoulder of Draco’s fancy coat. His nose leaked too, so he wiped it on the wool. It even felt expensive on his nose, which was impressive really.

“I’m getting bogeys on your coat,” Harry told him.

“You’re such an absolute knob,” Draco said, but he didn’t let go. He touched Harry’s head with one hand, spreading his fingers beneath the tangle of hair to slip over his skull. His fingers moved slowly, carefully. “I have no idea why I like you.”

“You like me. You said it out loud.”

“You must be hearing things, Potter.” Draco’s grip tightened around his waist. His other hand slid to the back of Harry’s neck and stayed there, warm at his nape. “I’m concerned about your delusions and flights of fancy.”

“My flights of fancy,” Harry said. “You lot met me on a train platform to tell me I was a wizard.”

“You are a wizard.”

“It’s the principle of the thing.”

“Can I…” Draco pulled back, eyes flickering to Harry’s mouth.

Harry didn’t let him finish. He leaned forward and kissed him. Draco made a soft sound, or Harry did, or both of them. Harry had kissed two people in his life and neither of them had felt like this, like if Draco took his hands from Harry’s face he would crumple to the ground. Harry wanted to get closer, closer, but it wasn’t possible. Pansy’s robes were infuriatingly unassailable — Harry groaned in frustration and Draco laughed into his mouth, warm and wet. The delirious dizzy nearness of Draco, their mouths together and the heat fogging Harry’s glasses… Harry felt lit up. He felt like a lumos in the dark.

“Fuck,” Draco said, his forehead pressed against Harry’s. “We really ought to get back.”

“Probably,” Harry said, and kissed him again.

“You’re right,” Draco said, his mouth moving against Harry’s. “Fuck it.”

“They can fuck right off.” Harry laughed and kissed Draco’s cold cheek, the corner of his chapped mouth. In a few minutes, they would go back and find the others. Harry would face Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and they’d figure out what to do about Pius Thicknesse, and they could change out of their ridiculous robes. Just not yet. Not quite yet.

@waspabi 's fanfic, 'Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run' might just be possibly my very favourite drarry fanfic ever.

I started reading published books again in the YA genre after the fic and I am shocked by how this unpublished fanmade piece outdoes some published ones in style, wit, ease of reading, fluidiy, characters etc.

The story is absolute bomb. Such an interesting take on the books, and finally a fic with such a story focused take!!! The romance is a side story almost and it tangles so well together with the main arc, it grows organically and beautifully. It's just - IT'S SO ENJOYABLE.

The characters live and breathe and move and you can SEE THEM ALL SO CLEARLY. They are so real you feel like you can reach out and touch them in the scene. It truly is magic.

This is the first time in a long while when I read a book and I could actually picture a character's every single feature. Harry especially felt so real, so solid to me, I very clearly saw him in my head and miraculously managed to render that image onto a canvas. So there you go.

HGHCFDOTR style Harry.

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Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: Pining, Humor, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Friendship Summary:

Part 2 looks at how writers signal the ‘writerliness’ (or, open to interpretation-ness) of their fics to their readers by using Author Notes.

Part 2: writerly texts and authority 

By reinterpreting a source text, fic writers transform it into a writerly text, ‘which are constructed with every reading process’, as opposed to readerly texts, which are ‘closed and only need to be interpreted by readers’ [1]. All fic is writerly at its core, articulating the subtexts and unexplored potentials of the source text. Even canon compliant fic is writerly, in that it extends, fills, and adds to fic. 

In considering how writers establish their interpretations, Busse argues that fan communities exemplify how ‘meaning production is negotiated among readers and writers, and the way authorial ethos remains central to textual interpretations’ [2]. Busse uses authorial ethos to explain how authorial identity provides a ‘moral authorial character’ through which an author signals politics and experience, and not necessarily interpretative intention [3]. The authorial ethos poses complications for interpretative fan communities when authors retcon their own work with their developing politics. That is: when an author says or does something that makes certain subversive readings, particularly those around identity, seemingly impossible given their conflict with those authorial statements. Fic writers may openly disavow an author in their author notes, claiming the source texts as their own both in their transformation of the work and their rejection of its canonical author. 

Disappointment with the author can be a fundamental motivator in fic production, as fannish interpretation will often privilege the coherence of the fictional universe over the authority of the text by insisting that the author failed (I’m paraphrasing Goodman here). Goodman characterizes the writerliness of fic (that is, the openness of it to interpretation) through fannish disappointment: some fans want to fix what went awry with canon. They may acknowledge an author’s authority but ‘contest the ways in which it is wielded’, claiming the author cannot be trusted to maintain in-world consistency and seeking to rectify or explore the alternatives if only this one thing were different (see: Sirius takes care of Harry, Remus lives, etc) [4]. Fic writing, then, is a form of text reading that rejects the distinction between author and reader, as the fan reader becomes the fan writer in order to execute her vision. All of this work is writerly, or taking the source text and recreating it with every new interpretation.

Fic writers further signal their own works as writerly by affirming readers’ ability to build on their work, continuously constructing their fictional worlds through every new interpretation. In the concluding A/N of ‘Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run’, waspabi writes ‘This story is complete and there will not be sequel, or at least not one from me—if you are interested in exploring this universe yourself, you are more than welcome to have a go!’ [5]. Annerb writes in her AO3 biography, ‘blanket permission to fic my fic. Blanket permission to podfic. I’d love to know you did it, but no need to ask permission’ [6]. Both writers also link to works inspired by their own at the end of their fics, and by explicitly opening their works up to further construction, they affirm the writerly-ness of their fics and the writerly ethic of fic production. 

Author Notes and Authority 

Writers of works-in-progress (WIPs) who engage with readers by encouraging authorship, continuations, or collaborations, crediting or linking their betareaders (pre-readers who may edit for clarity, grammar, plot precision, etc.) in their Author Notes signal another form of writerly behavior in fic production. In general, when works are advertised as WIPs, ‘they advertise their open status and writerly quality’, some going as far as asking readers ‘to collaborate in meaning production either imaginatively by envisioning various narrative threads as they wait for an update, or literally by inviting feedback and discussions about the story line’ [7]. 

Of the textual output attached to fic, Author Notes provide a localized example of the tensions fic writers negotiate between author, reader, and writer—author notes can establish the authority of the fic writer, nod to fanon, or cite the collaborative nature of fic by thanking betas and supportive friends. Herzog argues that A/Ns are a distancing and situating mechanism: ‘each A/N serves as a manifestation of fannish authority in providing a framework for writers to address their audience and thus negotiate between individual approaches and communally held beliefs before their readers enter into the fictional universe of their stories’ [8]. Herzog emphasizes use of A/Ns to establish authority, but I have found that citing betas and prompts in A/Ns demonstrate how fic is collaborate, writerly, and communal. The use of A/Ns contextualizes fic in fannish community by acknowledging how community members contribute to fic, regardless of whether or not the fic writers employ A/Ns to shape reader interpretation.

Textual material in the form of A/Ns also reinforces one of Coppa’s definitions: that fanfiction is not only made outside the literary marketplace, but to the standards of fannish community. When these citations are lost, perhaps due to pulling fic to publish in the traditional publishing circuit, the fic loses its identification with fandom and its situation in that community. Reentering the traditional publishing circuit refuses the subversive nature of the fandom communication circuit, distinguishing again between author and reader, and divorcing fic from the fannish response that make it both legible and even possible. As Fansplaining’s survey suggests, not every fan is opposed to for-profit fic; rather, fans bristle when the writers abandon or fail to cite the community origins of the fic within the traditional publishing realm [9]. 

None of the writers I cite refuse fannish spaces: both waspabi and gedsparrowhawk cite the Tumblr prompts upon which their fics are based (although the link for ged’s prompt is now broken). In the A/N for Chapter 7 of ‘The Changeling’, Annerb thanks her beta-readers as well as her readership, ‘who took a chance on the slowest updating WIP fic by a brand new author in the fandom…Six years later, here we are’ [10]. Were Annerb to ever pull ‘The Changeling’ for publishing, the potential loss of this A/N erases a significant piece of the fic’s history: that its 11 chapters were written and shared over the course of six years. For these three writers, A/Ns function as housekeeping, rather than negotiate authority and expectations to the reader, but they situate the fic in the larger context of community inspiration, feedback, and encouragement that encircles fic production, as visualized in the response zone of the community model.

Citations 

Busse, Framing fan fiction, p.25.

Busse, p.20.

Busse, p.20.

Lesley Goodman, ‘Disappointing Fans: Fandom, Fictional Theory, and the Death of the Author’, p.664.

Waspabi, Author Note, ‘Hermione Granger’s Hogwarts Crammer for Delinquents on the Run’, Archive of Our Own.

Annerb, AO3 Bio.

Busse, p.148. 

Alexandra Elisabeth Herzog, ‘“But this is my story and this is how I wanted to write it”: Author’s notes as a fannish claim to power in fan fiction writing’, 3.1.

Bethan Jones, ‘Fifty shades of exploitation: Fan labor and “Fifty Shades of Grey”’.