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This Ain't the Garden of Eden

Romaine @romaine2424

Chapters: 20/20 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Arnold Peasegood, James Sirius Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Lily Luna Potter, Scorpius Malfoy, Cormac McLaggen, Original House-Elf Character(s), Original Characters Additional Tags: H/D Career Fair 2021, Harry Potter Epilogue Compliant, Post-Hogwarts, Hit-Wizards, Aurors, Hit Wizard Harry Potter, Minister for Magic Harry Potter, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Campaign Manager Draco Malfoy, Magically Powerful Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy in Lingerie, POV Harry Potter, Minor Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Past Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Past Harry Potter/Original Character(s) - Freeform, Knockturn Alley, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, DMLE | Department of Magical Law Enforcement (Harry Potter), Wizarding Politics (Harry Potter), Wizarding Culture (Harry Potter), Bigotry & Prejudice in the Wizarding World, The White Wyvern (Harry Potter), Minister for Magic Election, Inspired by American Politics, Action/Adventure, Family, Developing Relationship, Worldbuilding, Case Fic, Grief/Mourning, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Office Sex, Minor Character Death, Minor Violence, Pansexual Harry Potter

Summary:

In 2020, Hit Wizard Harry is starting to enjoy his life. He’s divorced, and no longer Head Auror. His biggest project these days is trying to remodel 12 Grimmauld Place for him and the kids.

Draco Malfoy is recovering from his wife’s death. But is happy with his Ministry position as Temporary Head of the Department of Intoxicating Substances, and with his son who he adores.

This all changes quickly when Minister Shacklebolt decides not to run for another term. The assumption is that 'all is well' in the British Magical world, and that Hermione Granger-Weasley will easily be voted in as the next Minister for Magic. However, Draco knows better. He knows she has a strong competitor who is wooing those who live in Knockturn. And if he wins, the Ministry, and all that has been accomplished the previous twenty odd years, will be destroyed.

Excerpt:

“Harry! Good to see you. Are you okay with your friend? It didn’t look like a date at first, so I gave the go ahead to Juan when he inquired. Thought I was saving you.”

Harry leaned over the bar and gave Jason a kiss on the cheek. “Co-worker.”

“Ah, are you sure that’s all? He looked a bit interested and he put a on quite a show for you with the dance. We know you’re crap at picking up those signals.”

“He kissed the guy, Jason, though he did say he wasn’t interested in him because Juan doesn’t kiss very well.”

Jason burst out laughing. “Harry, he’s lying. Even Juan’s smallest kisses can bring you to your knees. And just so you know, your facial expression when they kissed, didn’t exactly look like a co-worker’s reaction.”

Harry was dumbfounded, he didn’t remember even a hint of Draco showing any interest in him, but then again, they both had way too much to drink. “I think you’re wrong on both accounts, but I don’t have time to argue. Do you have any of your special sobering potions? I left the few I had remaining from last time in my cloak pockets back home. I don’t care to screw up the spell to portkey across the ocean.”

“Sure,” Jason responded and reached under the bar. He handed Harry two small bottles. “It’s on the house, one for you and one for your ‘co-worker’ who’s looking like he might need it.” Harry turned towards the doors and saw Draco standing against the wall a bit tilted. Harry laughed.

“Thanks, Jason. I hope to get back here soon. Six months is too long.”

“Should I let my hair go natural then?”

“No, please no,” Harry said with a smile and turned towards the doors.

“Well, that looked friendly. You know you could send me home and stay,” Draco sniped.

“Shut it, Malfoy,” Harry said as he opened the doors and pushed him through. As the door clicked shut, Harry handed him his potion and then opened his own and drank it one swallow. It made him shiver. “Drink it. Trust me, you’ll be happy you did. It takes off the edge. Being as pissed as we are and portkeying such a long distance is not pleasant.”

Draco turned the cap but still hesitated to drink it. “Tell me what he said, and then I will.”

Harry sighed. It wasn’t worth arguing about right now. They needed to be out of the US soon. “He said he thought he was rescuing me from a bad date by allowing Juan to come over. Then he said I was crap at recognising signals of interest and asked if he should go back to being blond. You now know, so drink up.”

"Fine,” Draco said and followed Harry’s lead and took it in one shot.

Harry pulled out his wand and a key from his pocket. “Malfoy, I’m taking us to my place, and then you can Apparate or Floo from there. It’s got heavy wards so don’t freak out when you feel a pull, just hold on tight to me.”

"Fine," he replied again.

“Oh, and Malfoy,” Harry said as Draco reached to touch the key. “He also said you were lying about Juan kissing poorly.”

Harry was sure he heard Draco swearing as he felt the strong pull. They landed with a stumble in the drawing room. His rumpled Hit Wizard cloak lay nearby. The chill of the house permeated his bones immediately. He started a fire in the fireplace before rising to his feet.

“I lied because of the expression on your face, Potter. I feared for Juan’s life,” Draco said as he clamoured up to a standing position. “Would you like to tell me what that look was about?”

Harry felt the corner of his eye twitch. “No.”

“No?”

“No, because I don’t know what that look was about.”

“Oh.”

“Oh. Now, I know we’re both knackered and we’re only going to get a few hours of sleep, if that, so why don’t we talk or correspond tomorrow. I’d like to know how it goes with Rosa and maybe you can find out when the next MAWGA meeting is?”

“You’ll go?”

Harry nodded. “I’ll go.”

“Okay then I think I’ll Floo home now.”

“Smart decision. Powder is in the silver urn.”

Draco reached for the urn but hesitated putting his hand inside. He tilted his head and then grinned. “It was an okay date, Potter. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Potter?”

“Yes, Malfoy.”

“Oh, fuck it,” Draco said as he moved his hand away from the urn and pulled Harry towards him. Their lips and teeth smashed together. Harry pushed him away.

“God, oh shit. I’m sorry, I just had to know.”

Harry grinned and then stepped forward towards Draco and put his hand behind his neck. His fingers tangled in the silky blond hair; the scent of musk filled the immediate space. His thumb reached over to Draco’s face, ghosting over the high cheekbones before reaching his lips, gliding over them slowly. “Malfoy, if I’m going to be judged on a first kiss, then I’d like to make it a proper one.”

Harry pulled Draco closer and gently kissed the corner of his mouth as he whispered his name, “Draco”. He started with a small bite that pulled Draco’s lower lip into his and when he felt Draco’s hand in his hair, he moved his tongue forward, opening territory he never thought he’d venture. He was met with a deep sigh and compliance, and soon got lost in the exploration of each other’s tongues and teeth and lips. He knew he groaned a little too loud when Draco’s other hand slid down his back, coming to rest on bum with his fingers spread. This was so beyond unexpected but felt so damn good. A raw desire coursed through his body, but it was the magic, Draco’s magic that seemed to be rolling over him, encompassing him, infiltrating him. Memories, deep seated memories, flashed through his thoughts like a Muggle film. It was of him using Draco’s wand to duel with Voldemort and then those certain occasions that arose when everything was on the line. The magic felt strong and pure and warm, and it settled into his body without resistance. Draco was now sucking on this tongue, and he could only imagine how that felt in other places. His other hand on Draco’s shoulder, fisted his jumper, to tighten the hold, to bring him in closer—to merge. This was going way beyond a first kiss, and he knew it. Draco moaned as their hips met and they could each feel the other’s hardness, waiting to be explored.

Draco gently pulled away and Harry let him by releasing the hold he had of his jumper. He looked into Draco’s eyes as he retained his grasp in his hair and gave the flushed cheekbone a final stroke with his thumb before completely letting him go. Draco’s eyes were fully dilated, and that hint of danger had grown.

“Fuck, I should’ve left it alone,” Draco whispered.

“You, okay?” Harry whispered back.

“Yeah, will be. You?”

Harry closed his eyes and shook his head.

“No, I’m a mess.”

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the-everqueen · 2 months

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may i enquire about lucienne’s day off for wip wednesday, please?

so this fic is in answer to your V day prompt, actually! i'm very excited about it and last month it was my "comfort" wip, i.e. the one i defaulted to when words felt hard. eventually Luce is gonna take Coco on walkies. mirrors work both ways. :)

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“Where would we go?” Her voice comes out weak.

“Wherever you like,” he says. “Although…”

“Yes?”

“There is a retrospective of Nakahira Takuma’s work at the MOMAT.”

Damn him. He knows her interest in photography. He also must know she just finished organizing their collection of Takuma’s amnesia dreams, which had of course disappeared during Morpheus’ absence and only recently reappeared in another, unrelated section (Toru Takemitsu’s orchestral compositions from the 1980s). Photographs are different, in dreams. Both more and less definite, relevant details brought to the fore whether or not they’re the subject, all the weight of nostalgia with none of the camera’s stark eye. Lucienne has spent hours comparing Takuma’s dreams to the Library’s copies of his post-recovery work, trying to identify the commonalities between them. If asked, she would say that her duties encompass reference and research, in addition to curation.

She has not seen a photograph in the Waking since—well, since humans invented the technology. Morpheus took her to an exhibition.

#wip wednesday #my fic #two-hands-toward-the-sun #lucienne's day off #lucienne the librarian #the museum of modern art in tokyo IS actually currently holding a retrospective of takuma's career!#we're gonna get into the References in this one >:)#also i do feel the need to plug my fave japanese-american composer toru takemitsu #his works from the 80s are really good #personally some of my favorites of his are #''what flows through me is what you call time'' (orchestral)#and ''rain tree sketch ii'' (solo piano)#oh also #''a flock descends into a pentagonal garden'' (orchestral)#sandman

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petalsofchaos · 1 year

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dude. i just want to like.. bake bread and kiss my friends on the cheek and support local theatres. i just want to have a little apartment with a little stove and a little pasta pot where people know they're always welcome. i just want to lend myself to the stage every night and breathe people into paper manuscripts. why does everything have to be so... much

#your girl decided on musical theater as a career path a month and a half ago and is already in mental chaos about it #I DIDNT KNOW THE SECRET GARDEN WAS A MUSICAL HELLO??#why did i deadass find my audition song on tiktok 😭😭#where do i get a monologue book??#WHY IS MY SCHOOL YEAR ENDING IN FOUR MONTHS IM NOT READY 😭#bro platonic love is so beautiful #wannabe cottagecore #cottagecore #musical theater

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soldier-poet-king · 1 year

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I love my Nonna dearly but I also just got my first real "here's how you should find a man" advice so truly 2023 IS my Charlotte Lucas year

To be fair, I'll give them credit, this is one of the first times my family has pulled this shit on me. I suppose my "I'm too busy focusing on school" excuse that I used through all 8 years of undergrad and grad school doesn't really work now that I've been working full-time for a year. And she also didn't bring it up in front of everyone or out of the blue, it came up because we had been discussing how insane my motherhas been about babies lately and my Nonna said "oh it's BC she's waiting for grandkids"

And like??? Just because my mother got married and had kids by my age (which may have been the right decision for her, this isn't judging even if I think her life went to shit bc of it) doesn't mean it's the right decision for ME

In fact, it is the ABSOLUTE WRONG decision for me. Theres a whole long list of reasons why I'm not getting married + or having children, including but not limited to: the trauma of my parents marriage and my childhood, my own ongoing health stuff, the whole religious queer anxiety guilt complex I've got going, the fact that if I were to get pregnant the resulting mental health crisis and dysphoria would undoubtedly make me *** y'know not soemthing that is frequently a source of nightmares for me or anything, my inability to take care of myself let alone CHILDREN, and the anxiety of raising children religious when I don't even know wtf is going on with me, CHILDREN??? IN THIS ECONOMY????

Ofc I can't exactly say any of this to my Nonna who, while incredibly sweet and loving and Good, is also like. Not at all exposed to these concepts and would probably freak out if I was like hello yes I am a big fat queer and I rlly hate the concept of gender and societal ideas of womanhood :) it also doesn't help that rlly the only single, middle aged woman my Nonna knows is this lady who works at the church who is DEFINITELY a badly closeted lesbian but also she's super fuckin mean and condescending and no one likes her BC she's a bitch, on top of the whole being a badly closeted lesbian in a conservative heteronormative religious environment

Like even IF I were to get licitly Catholic married to a man. You wanna find one for me??? My Nonna was like "go to church more to find a man" HELLO??? WHERE??I GO TO MASS EVERY WEEK?? Every religious man I know irl is a radtrad women can't wear pants type or is a manchild. Even if I COULD find a normal man, he'd have to get real cool about some stuff real quick. In that forever dilemma of too leftist queer for the religious and too religious for the leftist queers. (Obvs your partner doesn't have to be your duplicate but I'm like. Generally being on the same page. The same BALLPARK. is probably conducive to having a healthy relationship, y'know?)

Besides a significant part of my having 0 social life is because I am living in my parents basement which is in a shitty not-a-suburb of mostly immigrant families with youngish kids or super old folks from when the neighborhood was built, so it's poor and run down but also super fuckin far from anything To Do, so it's the WORST of both worlds of urban sprawl. And I have no car. And I already spend 2.5 hrs a day commuting for work. And I'm chronically tired. And joining a fencing club or taking art class or whatever costs MONEY y'know the thing I'm trying to SAVE by living in this hell place???? She literally said in the same convo "live here as long as possible to save money" like??? YOU CANT HAVE UR CAKE AND EAT IT TOO as long as I'm living here I'm NOT going out and meeting ppl BC there is literally Nowhere To Go. Big box stores like Walmart? Yet another strip mall? The highway??? THIS IS SOULLESS HELL of neither nature NOR accessible city amenities

And anyway, I would rather be in a long term marriage for tax benefits relationship anyway. Not platonic, not romantic, but a secret third thing (jk but also serious). Like. Mutual devotion that blurs the lines and transcends labels. It could be completely chaste. It could not be. It's not a dealbreaker really. It's about trust and devotion and companionship and love. But also I'm insane and I KNOW how insane and obsessive I sound, and society prioritizes nuclear family relationships and not the weird ass shit I crave, and I feel too much too fast and would ruin any relationship I had even if I WERE to somehow find someone who prioritizes those things too

So like. It's fine. Most days (not all ofc, but I'm trying) I'm okay with this and being on my own and learning to cultivate my own peace and Goodness and I know who I am and what I believe and what I trust to be Good and I'm working toward that and I'm not sacrificing it for anything. But also. Can you give a bitch a break. Please. I'm so fkin tired

#franposting #my bday isnt even til JUNE #im going to bitch anyway #im genuinely really upset but part of that is bc my headache has come back #and its worse than ever #i might cry but my head already hurts too much #i got really good news at work and only the men in my family made a big deal #the women were just. meh. and ofc none of them have careers so why should ot be important to me?#as the only granddaughter ofc :))))#i am going. to crawl into bed. hair washed. lavender candle on.#do a lil meal planning. and then read or maybe just sleep.#tmrws goals after church are gym and grocery shopping before dnd #have to make my body hurt so much i cant think again #ofc bro 1 has claimed the car. so maybe i cant go #god. gos. i fuckin need to get out of here #but i literally cannot afford even studio apt rent in the city #and moving to one of the boroughs doesnt gwt me any closer to anything esp without a car #literally. just like. fuckin kill me #or find me a decently paid not soul killing job in a smaller city or even a town #where i could have a garden #or a porch swing. sit in. the sunlight

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