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2021.11 ~ Top 10 longest fics posted on AO3

1. Allegiance by @mimichan2018 [E, 204k]

►A month after the Battle of Hogwarts, Harry is a complete mess and everyone knows it. Draco’s on trial and has it all figured out - that is, until Harry Potter takes it upon himself to put a spanner in the works and they both get a whole lot more than they bargained for…

2. The Importance of Charming Draco Malfoy by upon-poppyhills [T, 141k, series]

►The answer to the age-old question, “What if instead of a scratch on the arm, Buckbeak had stomped on Draco’s head instead and caused tragic memory loss?” It was a truth universally acknowledged that the path to reforming a Slytherin prince never did run smooth.

3. staring at the sky by @venrain [M, 99k]

►As part of his penance program after the war, Draco returns to Hogwarts to retake seventh year. The Ministry is not at all kind (why would they be), his professors seem to both loathe and pity him, he’s anxious all the time, and Harry Potter will always be a thorn in his side. Even if Potter is pretty okay at tutoring. Honestly, Harry is just trying to not make things worse.

4. The Four by rosewatergold [?, 88k]

►After the escape from Malfoy Manor goes horribly wrong, Draco finds himself stuck with the trio on their hunt for the final horcruxes. Caught between his past and his future, his family and his newfound freedom, Draco and Harry are forced to work together through bank robberies, beast attacks, undercover pictionary, and worst of all, their feelings.

5. tinder, flicker, flash by @americanmoths [M, 80k]

►Molly Weasley takes Draco in after Narcissa, wanted for many murders and schemes, abandons him in the forbidden forest. […] ft. magical Zoom calls, gay solidarity, a prank war, a real war and George Weasley’s unsubstantiated belief in his own psychic abilities.

6. To Love a Prince by @alpacapricot [E, 76k]

►Harry doesn’t know how to describe his relationship with his kinky not-quite-boyfriend. They’re close, but at the same time, he doesn’t know anything about his real life. That is, until his not-boyfriend reveals that he is Draco Malfoy, Prince of Great Britain, and he needs Harry’s assistance in a magical ceremony. But being a Prince’s boyfriend is not that easy.

7. Good Life by rosiexpotter [T, 71k]

►Post-war Draco is forced to come back to Hogwarts to finish his education. He is scared to even get into Hogwarts Express, knowing well-enough that he is hated by many, despite the fact that he never became a Death Eater and stayed in shadows as much as possible. He becomes closed-off, and not many would recognize him, and he likes it this way - on his own, avoiding any danger. But it appears that his changed appearance interests Harry Potter.

8. The Compact by @astolat [E, 64k]

►Hermione frowned. “The real question is why the magic of Britain would be failing now, in fact.” “That is not the real question!” Ron said loudly; he’d woken up fully by now, and Harry had too; it was starting to sink in that they’d found the problem. “The real question is, how do we fix it?”

9. Basic Instincts by Tophats_and_Teacups [E, 60k]

►After five years of taking potions to hide the most shameful part of himself, Harry is forced to confront what being an ‘Omega’ really means. He struggles with his budding attraction to Alphas, and finds that the very instincts he’s been avoiding might be the key to helping him overcome the nightmares of war.

10. Pureblood Plumbing by @peculiarmindset [E, 56k]

►“Hogwarts didn’t always have bathrooms. Before adopting Muggle plumbing methods in the eighteenth century, witches and wizards simply relieved themselves wherever they stood, and vanished the evidence.”

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Heard You Laughing by grandpacat [T, 17k]

The Last Mission by Justlikewriting [T, 21k]

Resonance by @static-abyss [M, 32k]

Stuck in Quarantine With (a surprisingly romantic) You by @onetwistedmiracle [M, 19k]

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Ongoing Fest/Exchange

Drarropoly '21: International edition | @gameofdrarry

Harry/Draco Career Fair 2021 | @hd-fan-fair

H/D Remix 2021 | @hd-remix

HD Suds Fest 2021 | @hdsudsfest

The Marauders Series: Sirius Black

Wow there’s a lot to unpack here. I’m gonna post an explanation on my tiktok and YouTube with more detail. I wanted to combine his canon movie tattoos with some of my own. There’s the Canis Major constellation with the Sirius star and his wand. The Gryffindor tats are the crest and the flags. He also has the marauder’s map footprints, the Latin from the top of the map, all of their initials, and a moon for Lupin on his hip. The Phoenix is for the order, and the black dog tattoos on his chest are for his animagus. The rest are just badass.

Desperately Gay TM

pls don’t re-post without my permission

He slammed a fist against his chest, trying to get the rest of his meal to settle, but his eyes remained on the strangely non-moving image of a mostly naked Potter. The look in his eyes was defiant, daring, as if telling Draco to fuck off but also to get on his knees at the same time.

And aware as he’d been of a few of Potter’s tattoos, Draco was in shock at the actual amount of ink gracing glorious inches of his skin. He imagined they all likely had some sort of sentimental meaning to him, but the only thing Draco felt was the gathering of saliva in his mouth and the warmth blooming beneath his cheeks.

The patches of hair trailing from belly to nether regions, stirred heat and interest in lower parts of Draco as well. And for a brief, albeit confusing, moment - Draco felt want surging through him. Before he knew it, he was apparating to his room, Quibbler in hand, and trousers dropped to his ankles. A flash of his younger teenage self flashed through Draco’s mind, recalling days of hasty wanking to the most alluring men in his mother’s copies of Witch Weekly - and yet this seemed even more egregious. Perhaps because he had always wanted Potter?

And along with knowing him, there was now the secret knowledge of how he looked underneath all those stuffy ministry robes. They did not do this body justice, Draco realized as he reached a hand down beneath his pants, grasping himself firmly and giving his cock a few hard tugs. He exhaled on a groan, closing his eyes. This would change everything for him of course, because there was no way he’d be able to see Potter in the same way again, not while this image was burned into his brain.

Not while he stroked himself slowly, teasingly, tingles of pleasure shooting from cock to spine. Potter was always the one who would drive him mad, though in this case, it was out of sinful pleasure. He dropped the Quibbler on his duvet, his mind allowing him to fantasize that Harry was sprawled out like that on his bed, while Draco watched and pleasured himself.

Opening his eyes again, Draco’s attention latched onto the straps around Potter’s thigh - where his wand was holstered. He groaned as his mind supplied visions of those thighs being bound by other things - which was so completely at odds with the look Potter seemed to give him. For a moment, Draco pictured himself having to fight Potter for dominance, but even after being forced to his knees, Potter would still look up at him with those defiant eyes. Those emeralds were filled with challenge, and they seemed to say: Scared, Malfoy?

“You wish.” Draco hissed at the image, fist tightening over the leaking tip of himself, which sent a few stray drops down onto the pages.

Oh yeah? You think you can make me submit, Malfoy? Potter’s image seemed to dare him.

Draco growled and pumped himself harder, a little faster, using nothing but the dribbles of precome to smooth the way. He whispered an incantation to lubricate his hand, but didn’t stop stroking.

He couldn’t. He was too far gone now.

Finally, he allowed himself to look at the rounded bulge in Potter’s pants. His fantasy Potter cupped himself, teasing Draco with what lay beneath.

You want this, don’t you Malfoy?

“Fuck you.” Draco tried for venomous, but he was out of breath. It didn’t matter, the real Potter wasn’t there. He wouldn’t know the spiral his image had sent Draco down. He wouldn’t know that in a moment of weakness, Draco lost his breath and his voice, and that the new knowledge of what Harry looked like in a pair of fucking pants was enough to make Draco wank himself raw.

Do you want to suck me? Taste me? The fantasy Potter continued to paw his cock over his pants, filling out until a little patch of wetness appeared that made Draco’s mouth water even harder.

Or maybe you want to taste me here? Two fingers slid over Potter’s chin and between those perfect, pillowy lips.

“Yesss…” Draco moaned, hips bucking into his fist with wild abandon. “Close. So close Potter.”

Fantasy Potter moaned with him, trailing a line of spit from his lips to the tips of his fingers.

Come for me, Draco… I want you to come all over me…

“Ah, Yes! Yes! Fucking gonna come all over you Harry! So fucking gorgeous!” Draco moaned, as he fucked his fist as hard as he could. His hips stuttered a moment later, splatters of liquid pleasure covering the Quibbler’s cover, and every inch of Harry’s body.

Panting, Draco closed his eyes, and felt the cold creeping back into his body as the pleasure faded away. Reality set back in as well, reminding him that Harry was not his, and that they still had to work together after this. Draco groaned and grabbed a tissue, trying to wipe the excess come from the cover, but it was no use. Not even a scourgify could save the stunning image of Harry covered in his come, nor would it remove the memory of this newest fantasy from his mind.

Tagging: @akashikadoesthings, and @olliemaye for… reasons. 

“What? No, I’m Edward. Y'know, Slytherin’s resident Weasley?”

“Wh…huh???”

“Next you’ll be telling me you don’t know Hubert!”

“Things are different now,” Where Draco is learning to cope with his dark mark after the war and it takes a lot of reassurance before he’s able to believe he’s not as bad as others may think. 

Note: This one shot was inspired by this post by @tossermalfoy ((your content is my all time favorite thing atm, I’m sorry lmao)) that I really enjoyed. Is it just me or are they the literal embodiment of Draco Malfoy?? One of the best I’ve seen for sure !! I’ve been back in treatment for the past few days so I’m sorry my updates are even more inconsistent than usual. Hopefully I’ll be able to kick that habit. Anyway, I was in the mood for some angst and this sparked my creativity thank god. Much love and enjoy x 

Word count: 1.8k

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Things will be different now. He tells himself but Draco could feel it, dozens of eyes on him as he walked to the elevators deep in the Ministry. He had three Aurors trailing him, two at either side and one behind him; a safety precaution, he had been told as he had entered.

Harry Potter stood at his side in those dreadful Auror robes, movements fluid and confident, chest puffed with pride and Draco has to fight back a scowl. He held the paperwork he had filled out weeks before in clammy hands and steps in, pressing the button to take him up up up to the Minister’s office. He would never admit how much extra effort it took in order for the Ministry to realize that in fact, he was not joking when he applied for the potioneer position for the Department of Intoxicating Substances.

tags: eighth year, drarry, fluff, swearing, drama, melodrama, angst, potion theory, magic theory, house elf history, slow burn, ptsd, explicit sexual content, drinking, Harry’s horrible shitty childhood, tabloid journalism, discussions of mental health and trauma

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and sexual content

<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 105 || Part 107 –>

Harry didn’t always sit with Draco in the classes they shared. It seemed random which classes he picked, some days they didn’t sit together at all. Although Harry always seemed to be his partner in Potions.

Draco didn’t mind. Harry made a very capable brewing assistant provided he knew what and why he was doing something. Nothing frustrated him more than being ordered around without knowing why. When Draco asked him why, late one night when they ought to have been sleeping, Harry had shared fragments of stories about being withheld information by people he trusted in fifth and sixth years, of being frustrated and feeling powerless and never wanting to feel that way again.

Draco was mentally trying to piece some of that story together with his own experiences as as he was leaving arithmancy.

He did not hear Granger walk up beside him, “Hello, Malfoy.”

Draco might have flinched, but he was fairly sure he didn’t show it. “Granger,” he said with a nod.

“What are you going to do until dinner?” Granger asked.

“…Study in the library,” Draco answered warily. “Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering if you might want to study with us,” Granger cleared her throat and added quickly, “up in the tower.”

Draco narrowed his eyes, “I beg your pardon?”

Granger’s nostrils flared in annoyance, “I asked if-”

“I heard what you said. I can’t comprehend for the life of me why. Is this Harry’s idea?” Draco asked.

“No. He’s been called to Professor McGonagall’s office,” Granger said, “I know Harry’s been trying to help you. Ron and I thought that maybe we could lend a hand. He is our friend.”

“I hadn’t noticed,” Draco replied sarcastically. “So you think you can improve my standing if I’m seen in the tower with you and Weasley.”

Granger grimaced, “Not standing. But right now most people think Harry just biased towards you for… some reason. I don’t know about the rest of the school, but I’m certain we can help with Gryffindor.”

Draco had no doubts that it would be unpleasant but Granger was right, it might help him with the lions. And he probably ought to be tolerant of Harry’s friends since Harry was talking to Pansy now, about their mysterious ‘plan’.

“So?” Granger prompted.

Draco gestured ahead of himself, “Lead the way.”

Granger straightened her shoulders, steeling herself for- Draco, presumably, “This way.”

Draco fell in step with her, through the halls and up several flights of stairs to a massive portrait of a woman dressed garishly in pink silk. He vaguely remembered seeing her in another painting being giggly drunk.

The pink lady looked suspiciously at Draco, “This is not your dorm room, young man.”

Draco looked at Granger.

“Felix fortuna,” Granger said.

“This is not the Slytherin dorm,” the pink lady insisted.

Granger put her hands on her hips, “I invited him, and there’s nothing in the rules that says he can’t come in. I checked. Now, open up.”

The pink lady huffed, “What would Godric think.”

The portrait swung open revealing a round opening which- what in the world was wrong with having a door shaped hole- and the bottom of the hole was a foot off the ground. Draco had to wonder how many Gryffindor’s tripped and fell on their arse just trying to get in and out of their own dorm.

Draco grimaced, knowing he would have to wait until he saw Pansy again to mock all of this mercilessly. He decided it would be best if he pretended this was a very formal function with his mother glaring at him to behave, at least until it was over. It was going to be sheer torture.

He tried to keep in step with Granger as she crossed the crowded common room over to a small couch and a few chairs over near a window. The conversations around them shifted to nervous whispers as Draco passed, too quiet for him to overhear.

Weasley was already sitting on the loveseat and shot to his feet when he spotted Draco, eyes a little too wide, “What in-”

“Shh-” Granger hushed him, her voice low, “Harry had to go speak with Professor McGonagall, and I had my last class with Malfoy, it was too perfect to pass up. We talked about doing this.”

“Yeah,” Weasley said wilting back onto the couch, “I just thought it’d be, y’know, later.”

Draco waited for Granger to sit beside Weasley before lowering himself into an armchair.

“So, err, how’s things, Malfoy?” Weasley asked.

“Very well, thank you. I hope you are doing well?” Draco said in his blandest, most polite voice.

“Uh, err-” Weasley looked at Granger, a bit panicked.

“What?” Granger hissed.

Draco took the opportunity to look around at the décor.

Weasley shrugged, whispering back, “I don’t- Are you sure you got Malfoy? Is this someone else in polyjuice, cause that’d brilliant.”

Granger sighed.

Draco tried not to wince, they still hadn’t grasped the point of whispering, which was that no one else was supposed to hear. Well, he could carry the conversation himself if he had to.

“Are all your chairs this soft?” Draco asked.

Weasley immediately stiffened, “Yeah? So?”

“The dungeon furniture is all done up in leather, which does last longer of course, but it doesn’t tend to be nearly as comfortable to sit on,” Draco said.

Weasley looked confused again.

Granger smiled politely, catching on faster than her tangerine boyfriend, “They’re very comfortable.”

“The windows must provide you quite a nice variety to look at,” Draco went on, striving to be as boring as humanly possible.

“Errr… variety?” Weasley said looking through the window in confusion.

“Yes, seasons, weather, that sort of thing,” Draco said, “As I’m sure you know, Slytherin looks into the lake. The view is green. Occasionally there is a fish to break up the monotony.”

“Oh, uh, do you ever see the giant squid?” Weasley asked.

“Very rarely and mostly from a distance,” Draco said, “I heard it once swam right by the common room and its eye filled the entire window. A girl took such a fright she fainted on the spot. It’s just a story I’m sure.”

“The giant squid isn’t that big,” Granger said, “Its eyes can’t be larger than dinner plates, at the most.”

Draco gestured to her, “There you have it. Just a story. How are your NEWTS revisions coming along? I’m finding them quite challenging.”

“I have a schedule to maximise information retention,” Granger said, she took the beaded bag off her wrist and pulled it open, reaching into it up to her elbow.

Weasley slid down the couch with a groan, “Not the schedule.”

Draco leaned forward, suddenly far more interested in seeing what caused Weasley such distress, “The extension charm on your bag must be very robust. Did you do it yourself?”

Granger pulled out a literal sheaf of parchment held together with a metal clip, “Yes. It took me a few tries to get it to stick, but I’m very proud of it.”

“It seems useful,” Draco said.

“You have no idea,” Granger said unclipping the pile of papers. She handed him a piece of parchment on which was drawn a grid with a strictly regimented daily schedule, it included; all meals- including a half an hour study time during each, free time- fifteen minutes to an hour at the most, and even bathroom breaks. “I found my ability to study dropped after two hours, so I avoid studying longer than that. Ideally, I study for an hour with a fifteen-minute break in between but that works best on weekends and Ron insists on sleeping in, which I’m worried is going to severely impact his NEWTs scores.”

“I’ll be fine,” Weasley said sulkily.

“You need all O’s to be an auror,” Granger said.

Weasley rolled his eyes, “Other people need O’s me an Harry don’t need NEWT’s at all, we only came back so we can do a good job when we start, it’s practically a kindness, really.”

“It’s practically a, you’re full of yourself, Ronald,” Granger shot back.

“I’m studying aren’t I? And I’ll cram the week before and pass no problem, with O’s,” Weasley said.

They shared a half-hearted glare that didn’t last, their fondness overwhelming them at the end. Granger shook her head with a smile while Ronald grinned and put an arm over the back of the couch behind her.

Draco looked down at the schedule again so he wouldn’t throw up in his mouth, choke and die an ignominious death. He could see the value of her study regimen but also could understand McGonagall’s concern, she was going to fall apart at such a pace.

He passed her scheduled back, “I tend to agree two hours is the maximum time one should study. I prefer two hours before dinner and two after, an extra two on weekends.”

“Only six hours?” Granger said in dismay.

Weasley looked vindicated, “Sounds reasonable. I mean, sort of. Comparatively.”

“Well, I’m not planning to be an auror or Minister of magic, so I don’t necessarily need O’s though it shouldn’t be too hard to get them anyway. Cramming the week before is also useful in that measure,” Draco said.

“Told you!” Weasley said.

Granger glared at both of them, putting the clip back on her papers.

“Don’t do third year all over again, Mione,” Weasley said.

“I’m not! I’ve scheduled plenty of sleep and breaks,” Granger said.

They started bickering again, their arguments running together into a tangle of words that presumably they had both heard many times before and didn’t need to actually articulate.

to be continued on friday. This chapter is turning out to be a big one, it might take three parts

♡ Tags below ♡  (I don’t have a permanent tags list. All tags are of the wonderful people who left messages on the previous part.)

This was supposed to be posted like a month ago after I hit 200 followers, as a thank you for 200 followers. I now have almost 900 followers, that is incredible for me. Thank you so so so much! This is gonna be an extra long rec list, to kind of make up for how late this is.

I will also put together a Soulmate AU rec list soon (hopefully) as a thank you part 2.

The ones that have asterisks (*) are favorites of mine, I really love everything on this list, but those a tiny bit more than others.

Veela!Draco:

The Ugly Duckling by ICMezzo 

Draco is all atwitter when he wakes up on his birthday with a few unexpected feathers. Suspecting foul play, he enlists Harry to help him get rid of his unfortunate birden—er, burden.

The Arrangement by create_serenity (Sivany)

The arrangement was very simple really, and very convenient. Draco just hadn’t expected it to result in this mess.

Written for the do_me_veela prompt: Harry and Draco help each other out during dry spells when no one else is around that they can have sex with. They unintentionally bond and well, it’s all Potter’s fault.

Full Circle** by SPowell

It seems Harry has come full circle when his rather complacent life is interrupted by one Draco Malfoy. With wings.

Haute Allure by zeitgeistic (faire_weather)

Harry is famous for his menswear now. Malfoy is the inside leg that he loves running his tape measure up.

Unbound Veela** by winterdaffodils (zhem1x5)

There is more than one consequence to being an unmated Veela.

My End and My Beginning by leo_draconis

The last thing Harry Potter expected during his hunt for the Horcruxes was to be rescued by Draco Malfoy, and he certainly never expected to fall in love with him. Learning Draco was a Veela and that Harry was his mate was overwhelming, but Harry found he didn’t mind the idea of someone being completely devoted to him as long as he lived. That is… until he died. Though Harry survived in the end, their bond was broken, leaving Draco devastated… and pregnant. For the baby’s sake, they have to learn to love each other without the help of the bond.

Beholden To by kizkhalifa

It’s only months after the war and Draco can’t handle it any longer. Stupid Potter, and his stupid attitude and his stupid having to die almost killed him. That’s what happens when you’re a Veela mated to the reckless golden boy.

No matter how bad things are, Potter can always make things worse** by digthewriter

Going on a date with a Veela is not to be taken lightly. The Veelas claim to have control over who they choose to mate with and for the most part, it’s true, but then there’s also the possibility they can fall for someone without realising it and well — that’s all kinds of fucked up.

Learnt in the Cradle by SasuNarufan13

A wizard or witch can develop their creature inheritance at any given moment; having to be seventeen years old to get it is an old misconception. Draco certainly proves this.

The Nightly Adventures of Harry Potter** by dragontara

One morning Harry wakes up in Draco Malfoy’s bed without a clue how he ended up there in the first place. Well, one time might be chalked up as an accident, but several times could be called a bad habit…?

Five Times Draco Explained Veela Allure (And One Time Harry Understood) byAndante825

Harry refuses to admit that he’s affected by Veela allure, despite Draco’s creative attempts to convince him.

Once a Fool by Yulliah

Harry always held the hope that Draco would come back, and now he had, just not in the way Harry would’ve imagined. Draco had clearly moved on, judging by the three-year-old clutched to his legs.

The Care and Management of Volatile Veelas by dracogotgame 

Harry adopts a Veela. He really didn’t mean to.

My Name Was Safest in Your Mouth** by alpha_exodus

Harry didn’t ask for Malfoy to walk into his shop after so many years. But one event leads to another, and soon they’re scrambling to help Hermione find the solution to one of the most insidious viruses the wizarding world has ever seen. To make matters worse, Malfoy’s hiding something, and Harry really wants to kiss him—except Malfoy doesn’t date. Ever.

Moon-Eyed** by loveglowsinthedark 

Draco Malfoy, Head of Veela Affairs at the Department of Magical Beings, does not do people favours.

Harry Potter, recently turned werewolf, is not “people” – not to Draco anyway.

tags: eighth year, drarry, fluff, swearing, drama, melodrama, angst, potion theory, magic theory, house elf history, slow burn, ptsd, explicit sexual content, drinking, Harry’s horrible shitty childhood, tabloid journalism, discussions of mental health and trauma

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and sexual content

<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 102 ||

“Draco! Draco! You have to see this-” Pansy flung his curtains back and flinched away just as quickly, “UGHH! Why are you naked?! Put on some pants!”

Draco slowly pushed himself up, sleepily grabbing the pair of Harry’s joggers hanging half off the bed, “It’s saturday, and I’ve finished a week of brewing, why shouldn’t I do whatever the fuck I want? You’re the one coming into my room unannounced.”

“You don’t sleep in the nude, ever,” Pansy said.

“Yeah well,” Draco said, looking around as he realised Harry was gone. He pouted at the other, empty side of the bed, “I had company.”

“Are you decent?” Pansy said impatiently.

“No.”

“Hurry. Up!” Pansy snapped.

Draco rolled his eyes and slowly, awkwardly pulled the joggers on without standing and falling back onto the pillow as soon as his arse was covered, “done.”

Pansy sat next to him, holding a magazine in front of his face.

It was the most recent issue of Witch Weekly, and the picture on the front was-

Draco sat up, grabbing the magazine out of Pansy’s hands. He stared at Harry’s face, “…Is this what he was doing the other night?”

“Hey!” Pansy protested.

In the photo Harry was staring straight ahead, his gaze unwavering, the only sign that it was a moving photograph was his hair, slipping back over his forehead. They had tried to push his hair back to better show his famous scar, but Harry’s hair had decided otherwise. Draco wondered how long they had struggled with it before just accepting they weren’t going to get a better photo.

The cover lead read, Exclusive Interview with Harry Potter, Moving On and Growing Up in a Postwar World, by Miho Aikyo

“Push over,” Pansy said, “I haven’t read it either, I came straight here.”

Draco moved over so Pansy could squeeze in beside him to read over his shoulder. He flipped past pages of fashions and hairstyles, household and beauty charms to the article near the back. There was another full page picture of Harry in profile, he was sitting on examining table at St. Mungo’s looking tired and a little lost, swinging his legs back and forth as he waited.

Draco started reading.

I don’t know what I expected when Harry Potter asked to do an interview with me, but it wasn’t sitting in St Mungo’s late one night waiting for a full potions report back from a rather harried looking healer.

It had been a stipulation of the interview and with Mr Potter- “Harry,” he insisted- and with Harry being so notoriously private, it was one I was quick to accept. Despite this Harry apologised, “Sorry, I know it’s late.” I wasn’t concerned about the time, only curious about its reason.

His young life has been filled with sensational reporting, often with stories that were untrue, exaggerated or blatantly written to vilify him. With the war over, the news now reports the best of Harry, and instead takes every opportunity to target those around him.

“You might have seen the article the Prophet ran recently about me and Draco Malfoy,“ Harry said, his voice quiet but filling the empty white room-

Pansy gripped Draco’s arm, practically holding her breath, “fucking merlin and morgana…”

-There weren’t many who hadn’t or heard the many rumours that followed. Harry had always avoided reporters for just that reason. But this latest article from the Prophet changed his mind.

After it ran, an argument between Harry and Draco Malfoy, “a kids thing, no worse than the sort of shouting we used to do,” resulted in an all-out battle. Harry doesn’t blame the other students who threw spells at Draco, “they’re kids, they went through a war. We’re all a little messed up,” in fact, and most telling of his character, Harry blames himself.

“If I had talked before it wouldn’t have gotten so bad,” Harry said, looking at his feet, “Draco could have died because I thought I could just ignore the article and it would go away, even though that’s never worked.” he laughed humourlessly.

The story Harry tells is grim, an argument between teenagers mistaken for a fight between enemies of war, and students traumatised by fighting reacting without thinking. Not all casting spells at Draco Malfoy, some hiding or running, some just crying, but one of those students that did cast a spell cut Draco in the side with a severing charm. As Harry recounts it, looking sick and so terribly young, if the spell had hit a few inches to the side, Draco Malfoy would be the one sitting in St Mungos. I didn’t think he would have died, but I wasn’t in the Battle of Hogwarts and seen what far too many of our young people had, perhaps he might have.

“The Prophet calls itself a newspaper,” Harry said, “but it’s more like a tabloid, telling whatever lies will sell more papers. I don’t know if everyone working there is bad or if it’s just a few shite reporters like Skeeter and Dour. But the Prophet hires them so they must be okay with what they’re doing. I’m not.”

Draco felt like he was holding his breath, light-headed and shaky. He turned the page and kept reading.

This isn’t the first time a Prophet article has vilified someone in Harry’s life, but before the resulting harassment was in words, letters, howlers, it never got anyone hurt. I pointed out that he had never been friends with someone like Draco Malfoy before.

Harry’s expression darkened, and he spoke defensively. I couldn’t help but suspect that he has had this argument many times before. “Draco was just trying to protect his family. I wasn’t any different, I fought to protect my friends, my family. He wasn’t a truly bad person even then, he couldn’t kill Dumbledore when his and his families lives were on the line and when he could have identified me and handed me over to Voldemort, he didn’t. We were so young, only fifteen when Voldemort came back-” he paused looking lost, “It feels like it was a lot longer than that.”

For him it was. From the stories brought to light slowly in the wake of the final battle, I, and many others were shocked to discover that Voldemort’s first attempt at returning was when Harry was eleven years old, with the help of one of his followers the Defence against Dark Arts Teacher Quirinus Quirrell. Although he hasn’t spoken of what happened, Harry stopped him then too, and many times after that.

“The war is over, and everyone is just trying to move on and live a normal life, or something close to it. Draco’s the same. He’s been working so hard.” Harry looked at me with an expression so world-weary and knowledgeable I couldn’t have turned away if I wanted, “My godfather Sirius once told me that there’s light and dark in all of us and it’s what we choose to act on that makes us who we are.

“All I want is for people to judge Draco for who he is now. He’s earned that.”

The door opened, and we both went quiet as the healer came in. He told Harry that all their tests and spells, charms and scans, had shown- nothing. He wasn’t dosed by a love potion or being controlled by an Imperius. He was perfectly healthy and normal.

Harry asked for a copy of the results and then handing them to me.

The next page was a picture of the St. Mungo’s report, written in surprisingly neat handwriting for a healer. Draco barely glanced at it, he knew Harry was fine, flipping to the last page of the interview.

Harry straightened then, his words as serious as I had heard them the entire time we had been talking, “People are always saying I’m being controlled or manipulated, so now that I’ve proved that’s not true, with witnesses and written proof, I want to make a statement.

“I will never give an interview, or a statement to the Prophet, official or unofficial and anything they write about me is a lie. Until they fire reporters like Skeeter and Dour, start telling the truth and apologise for everything they’ve done to me and my friends, I will never be affiliated with them. That goes for anyone that works with them as well.”

I remarked that that was a very bold statement and Harry said that it was a long time coming after everything they’ve done.

Although I would have happily spoke for another two hours Harry needed to get back to school. The hero of the wizarding world had classes in the morning. I had to laugh at the idea.

“You think it’s funny, but I finally get to have a normal school year, one where no one’s trying to kill me for once.” Harry grinned, shaking my hand as we parted ways, “I couldn’t imagine anything better.”

(continued in the next part, tues hopefully)

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Running On Air

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

!!!! This is one of my top three favourite fics. It is so, so well written and emotional. Harry and Draco’s characters are absolutely beautiful.

sirius hadn’t initially accepted he had a crush on the cute barista that always added the right amount of chocolate to his drink. it had taken him several cups, and a lot of “pining”—even if he disputed that he pained at all.

it wasn’t that sirius was unwilling to accept he could crush on someone, but rather that he had a crush without knowing a single thing about him. all he knew, which could all be false, was his name—which was remus—and that he too liked chocolate sprinkled on his cream. it wasn’t a lot to go off, and yet, sirius couldn’t bring himself to look away. remus eyes were one thing, but his hands. god, his hands.

❇️ You Set My Soul Alight by Anonymous — [fic post]

drarry | 54k | explicit — (mystery)

Students are going missing at Hogwarts, but that’s not the only mystery Draco is determined to solve. Something’s going on with Potter. He can deny it all he wants. Draco is going to find out what it is. Unfortunately, trying to get to the bottom of it has some unexpected consequences and if Draco isn’t careful, he’s going to jeopardise their mission.

❇️ Starry Night by @writcraft — [fic post]

drarry | 1.7k | mature — (aftermath of war)

When Harry’s mind gets noisy with memories, Draco helps to chase them away.

❇️ Hush, darling by @magpiefngrl — [fic post]

drarry | 23k | explicit — (incubus draco)

Draco is in trouble. To get out of it he needs to seduce Harry Potter.

❇️ what’s my name again by @candybarrnerd — [fic post]

ginmione | 2.5k | teen and up — (coffee shop au)

The one where Hermione doesn’t use her real name to order coffee, but she kind of wishes the cute barista knew her name

❇️ So Heal Me by @hannibalssweaters — [fic post]

drarry | 9k | explicit — (a/b/o)

Draco Malfoy, Head Healer of the St. Mungo’s Potions Department and resident expert in all things werewolf, is surprised to learn that his next patient is none other than Harry Potter, who was bitten by a wolf during an Auror mission. Between Potter’s ability to heal quickly and Draco’s extensive experience, it looks like Potter will be out of St. Mungo’s in no time, but when certain aspects of werewolf biology surface, feelings that were supposed to stay hidden are revealed, and plans (and professionalism) are thrown to the wind.

❇️ Another Bright Day by @flomps — [fic post]

wolfstar | 19k | mature — (marauders post-hogwarts)

It’s 1978 and the Marauders have just left school. James has fallen for Lily, Sirius is smarting about it, and Remus has complicated feelings of his own that he needs to work out during the last summer before they all have to find their way into the real world.

❇️ A Piece of Cake by @harryandhislittledragon​

drarry | 1.8k | teen and up — (humor)

Draco Malfoy was going to bake Harry Potter a birthday cake. He had all his ingredients laid out, and was feeling rather confident—most potions he’d made in his life had at least double the number of ingredients, so how difficult could this be?

❇️ Just a Touch of Your Love by @magicalrocketships — [fic post]

drarry | 2.3k | teen and up — (hurt/comfort)

Harry couldn’t make Draco better and he couldn’t ask for help, and right now he’d do anything just to keep him safe, and make sure he knew he was loved.

❇️ Tell Me the End at the Beginning by @harryromper — [fic post]

drarry | 36k | teen and up — (christmas)

St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway.

Or: Harry’s an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy’s wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas.

oh hon we been knew that 💅