#Veritaserum prompt fic
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Gilded Constellations | (wolfstar x reader)
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Pairing: Wolfstar x Reader
Word Count: 8.8 K
Warnings: None
Prompt: In which you meet Sirius' real parents and go on a Christmas shopping spree.
This IS a Wolfstar x reader fic, but it's incredibly slow burn. They won't start all dating each other until we're very deep into the story, but I promise the long wait will be worth it.
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Chapter 41: Urban Adventure
Wednesday, December 23rd
Sirius and you stayed by each other’s side until you arrived at the station and walked out of the train next to each other. On the platform, many students were smiling as they greeted their parents. You saw your boyfriend look at some of the scenes apprehensively, almost bitterly. That had been something Sirius had never gotten to do, at least never with his cold parents.
There were some couples kissing each other goodbye, while some kids held their heads up, trying to see above other people’s heads to find their families already waiting for them. You didn’t bother looking for yours, you had told them you’d be taking the floo from Diagon, and that you’d be hanging out with some friends. You had gotten money on the response letter, a small enough fortune for you to buy as many gifts as you pleased, and a note that said something about them not getting home until late on the 23rd due to a work dinner that they’d be attending.
Your father had sent you a separate letter with even more money, so you could spend as much as you pleased on your Christmas present. He had also sent a key to a vault in Gringotts inside that same envelope, saying that that was your 17th birthday present and that he thought giving it to you ahead of time would be clever, in case you wanted to save the money from your gift. He mentioned something about your vault already being filled with Galleons and some other family relics he thought you’d like, that he had originally moved it there because he needed to make space on the family vault but that you could take and squander as you pleased. Whatever was in the vault now, you could keep it as yours.
You had been pretty pleased when you read that letter, although, you’d be lying if you said you weren’t curious about what exactly your father needed to make space for in the family vault. Regardless, you had been so busy that day, preparing for the moon, that you didn’t have much time to ponder about it.
You saw Nina hugging a round, older-looking lady who had the exact same hair and nose, you instantly knew it was her mother. You also spotted some of your other friends here and there, some greeting their parents, some others saying goodbye to their friends. Walburga showed up at the station too, she was wearing a long dark coat and walked past Sirius like she hadn’t even seen him. Sirius’ expression turned sombre as he too pretended not to have seen her at all. You had pretty much recoiled from her and into Sirius the moment she so much as walked your way and he placed an arm around your waist.
“Ignore her,” he told you simply. “She’s just a bitch.”
You turned to him, he couldn’t even hide the sour expression on his face, he’d told you about the night he’d escaped with the Potters, it had been absolutely dreadful and Walburga had never seemed more horrifying to you than she did when he told you the story. And since then, you had also found out about the veritaserum she had used on Reg, and even if she looked as stunning and put together as ever, you could see the monster hidden behind her elegant features as clear as day.
You had been thinking of how Sirius’ hand tightened around your waist when you saw Sirius’ expression switch completely, you directed your attention towards his line of sight, and you instantly knew why he’d cheered up so suddenly. A slim lady who must have been in her fifties was walking towards him with open arms. She had a warm and welcoming expression, rosy cheeks and the most contagious smile you’d ever seen, only battled perhaps by who you instantly knew was her son, James Potter.
She had short, neatly trimmed hair, and there was a small unruly curl falling over her forehead. “Sirius!” she said with a smile, “Look at you, I’d swear you’ve grown a few inches since I last saw you.” She had her hands around the boy’s face now and was looking at him affectionately, exactly like you would expect a mother to greet her son after not seeing him for months. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Sirius was smiling happily as he greeted her, standing tall and proud as she mentioned her height and when she added, almost in a whisper, “And you’ve gotten more handsome too,” he even sent her a cheeky wink.
You smiled brightly as you saw the interaction, almost mirroring the expression of the man in front of you, who looked just as happy as he stared at his wife greeting Sirius. He had a mop of black hair that seemed to have no trimming –now you knew where James had gotten it from– with a few streaks of white in sections and sunshine-bright hazel eyes. He looked slightly younger than the woman and had the same venturesome expression James had. There was no doubt about it, James Potter was completely and irrefutably, their child.
“And this beautiful lady must be this Vixen you boys keep telling me about in your letters,” she said with a smile.
“Nice to meet you, madam,” you said as you extended your hand, but she pulled you into a hug instead. If you thought Sirius had no sense of personal space, he was absolutely nothing compared to Euphemia Potter, but she had such a warm, honest and open aura, that you accepted her hug gladly, in fact, the shudder you had felt earlier when Walburga passed you by was completely forgotten the moment she embraced you as if she has some sort of calming superpower or something.
“Please, call me Effie,” she said as she pulled back from you. “I’ve gotten a bunch of letters about you, even from Remus,” she told you with a smile. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”
The man from behind, who had dragged Sirius into yet another hug as Effie spoke, turned to you with a smile. “Fleamont Potter,” he said as he extended his hand for you to shake, “but please just call me Monty, Mr. Potter was my father.”
You smiled and shook the man’s hand, he was as tall as James, although he was rather thinner. You remembered James telling you it was his mom who taught him how to ride a broom and you thought it made absolute sense that she looked like the sporty one in the family instead of Monty. “My mother’s a big fan of yours,” you said. “She’s been using Sleekeazy since it was released.”
Monty smiled at that, “Send her my greetings,” he said.
“Do you know by any chance where James has gone off to?” Effie asked, looking at both you and Sirius. You exchanged glances, both of you had a pretty good idea of where he might have been, but you couldn’t exactly tell his parents that he was most likely –still– snogging Lily somewhere in the carriages.
“No idea,” you said as you looked around, pretending to look for him. “He said anything to you?” you asked Sirius who shook his head.
Effie huffed and then shook her head as if to change the subject., “Where will you spend Christmas, darling?”
You shrugged, “At home, I suppose… Mom and Dad haven’t talked much about their plans for this Christmas, why?”
“Oh nothing, we were just going to invite you on behalf of James and Sirius, I’m sure they’d both love to have you with us. If not on Christmas day, you are more than welcome to come over whenever you please, we’ll leave the floo open for you during the entire break,” She said with a smile.
“I think the boys are already planning to invite everyone over sometime for the New Year’s celebration anyway,” Fleamont added.
“That would be lovely,” you said with a smile. “That way you won’t have to miss me as much,” you said as you turned to Sirius with a teasing smile, he scoffed in return.
“You mean, you won’t miss me,” he sassed back, you shoved him lightly, and while still lost in each other's gazes, you completely missed Effie’s knowing smirk and Monty’s proud smile. Because of course, he was proud, ever since they had taken in Sirius, they considered him as their own, and frankly, he had been worried about his playboy personality. Not because he considered it inherently bad, but rather because he knew Sirius was doing it to piss his parents off by ruining his reputation even further, and because he was still trying to lick love out of knives, after having been starved of it throughout most of his childhood.
Monty and Effie had vowed to make him feel loved and cared for, and they knew their friends were doing a great deal for Sirius as well, but they feared it not to be enough. The boy was still looking for love in the wrong places. But seeing him with you, teasing each other playfully, instantly told them that perhaps, Sirius’ need for love, would finally be fulfilled and he would no longer have to lick it off of knives, but rather he would be able to enjoy being fed silver spoonfuls of love by those he cared for so much.
“You are definitely not telling my parents about my grades are you?” James asked as he placed both of his hands around you and Sirius, looking at both of his parents with a smile.
You turned to him only to realise there was still some of Lily’s lipstick on his mouth and you turned to the side, pointing at a corner of the station, “Is that an Eagle Owl?” you improvised. And thankfully, both of James’ parents turned, and you threw a look at Sirius who decided to follow up while you used your thumb to wipe the smeared lipstick off his face.
“Oi, what–”
“Shut up,” you whispered as you continued, “Your hair is messy enough, you really want your parents to figure out you were snogging earlier?”
He gave you a worried look and you raised your eyebrows knowingly. Finishing the cleanup and then turning his head to look at the place you had pointed at earlier. Poor James was being manhandled and didn’t even complain about it because he knew how much help you’d been. Both you and Sirius, he might have had the best train ride of his life.
“I must have gotten it wrong,” you said then with a shrug, “Sorry,” you added sheepishly, and Sirius had to hide the smirk threatening to grow on his face.
Then James pretty much jumped from his spot, shuffling in between you and Sirius and reaching to give his mom a tight hug, even lifting her slightly.
“Oh darling, you’re very energetic today, aren’t you?” she asked as he let her down, and it was almost impossibly hard for you and Sirius not to laugh after exchanging a knowing glance.
He then hugged his father warmly and turned to Sirius and you with that same dumb smile as before, if you thought James was a goner for Lily before they started dating…
“We’re walking to a friend’s house and taking the floo home from there,” Effie explained.
“Will your parents come and pick you up, would you like us to wait with you?” Monty offered kindly.
“Oh, no,” you said honestly as you looked to the side, there was a rather disproving glance from Effie that made you feel a little self-conscious. “No, don’t worry, I’m– they’ve sent me some cash, I’ll walk to Diagon with some friends and take the Knight Bus home, Mum and Dad are renting an apartment close to the Ministry of Magic.”
“The Knight Bus?!?” Monty asked scandalised, not because it was a bad method of transportation or because of the pure bIood bias against it, but rather because he knew the driver and he was reckless.
“Which friends?” Sirius asked with a frown. “We’re your friends.”
You threw him a side glance, “Beth, Tom and I decided to get together to buy some gifts.”
“And you are planning to walk all the way to Diagon?” Effie asked.
“Well it’s too early to fly, and I don’t think any of us brought our brooms,” you added as you looked around trying to spot either Tom or Beth.
Monty tutted, “Do you want us to apparate you there?” he asked.
“I wouldn’t want to be an inconvenience, I’m sure James and Sirius are tired and want to get home–”
“Nah, let them take you on a ride,” James said casually.
You smiled after that, “If it truly is no bother…”
“It’s settled then,” Effie said with a clap and an air of finality. “Find your friends, we’ll wait for you here, darling.”
You nodded and smiled, walking around the station to try and find Tom and Beth, Sirius and James both walking alongside. Beth was the easiest to find, she was talking with Mary and Marlene and you took the chance to hug the two other girls goodbye and wish them a fantastic Christmas.
“You know where Tom is?” you asked the redhead and she sighed.
“With Minho, I believe still inside the train.”
“Oh fantastic, we can go look for them,” James said with a smile and you threw Sirius a glance, he instantly knew what you meant, and he had promised he would keep what he knew a secret, even from James, so he improvised.
“Actually, why don’t we go back to your parents with Beth, Vix can find Tom and we buy some snacks to stock up your house’s pantry for the New Year’s reunion…”
“Yeah, go ahead, I’m sure it won’t take long to find them both,” you said with a smile. Beth threw you a wary look and you sent her a reassuring smile. She knew you knew about Tom and Minho, she didn’t know Sirius knew as well, but she was sure you wouldn’t have told him without Tom or Minho’s permission and therefore decided to ask you about it later.
You parted ways and bumped into a rather tall brunette girl, “I’m sorry,” you said politely, but the girl had turned to you with the grimmest expression you had ever seen. You were taken aback by her reaction and took a step back as you reached for your wand inside your pocket, not because you wanted to use it against her but because you thought she might want to use hers against you.
Although… she smelled different. Almost like–
“Petunia!” you heard Lily’s voice from the side, and you turned to look at your friend almost in shock.
Petunia as in, her sister Petunia?!?
Lily ran straight to hug the disagreeable-looking girl and you let your wand fall back into your pocket as you pulled your hand out to greet the girl. You smiled politely, genuinely interested in meeting Petunia. Lily had told you something about the girl not responding to her letters, but she also told you that she was in her last year of high school and she was really busy as she attempted to apply for a Typewriting course in London, whatever the hell that might be.
Petunia looked at your hand disdainfully and shook it with a very annoyed look. “Nice to meet you,” you said with a smile as you gave her your name.
“Petunia Evans,” she replied simply and then turned to her sister as if exasperated. “Are you ready?”
You turned to Lily who had the face of someone who wanted to excuse her sister and pulled her trunk behind her. You walked closer to her and pulled her into a much warmer hug than the one Petunia had given her, making sure to pass your hand over the back of her hair, which she hadn’t quite managed to get together after making out with James, “You have so much shit to tell me,” you whispered into her ear. “Prongs was absolutely panicked when he fled from you.”
Lily turned red and giggled, “Merlin, please!” she said in an admonishing tone, and you just smiled teasingly at her. As you pulled apart you noticed Petunia’s look of disdain hardened.
Good, she better fucking appreciate her amazing sister, you thought as you send her an equally hard look.
Lily seemed to be able to sense the tension because she spoke again, “Where’s mom and dad?” She asked Petunia.
“Didn’t make it,” she responded, perhaps that is why she was so angry. “And since they know I will be coming to London soon, they asked me to pick you up. Crossing that stupid wall was dreadful,” she added as she shuddered, placing both hands around herself.
How could Lily have such a dreadful –you used her very own words– Sister?
“Have a safe trip home,” you told Lily with a genuine smile. “Merry Christmas,” you added, giving a quick nod towards the taller girl and pulling Lily into another hug. “Don’t let her bring your spirits down, and write me all the details of the train,” you added just to tease her a little further, pulling back from the hug and giving her a knowing smirk that made her go red again.
“Petunia,” you added, you were sure the way you said her name sounded as disdainful as the look she gave you in return and then walked inside the train.
“Your friend is–” Petunia started.
“Amazing?” Lily interrupted her before she said something that would annoy her, “I know.” Petunia didn’t press further.
As you walked inside the train you started looking through the compartments to try and find Tom and Minho. “Love birds?” you joked. There was no one else there according to the student counter near the entrance, “Come on, we must go,” you added.
You were about to open the doors of one of the bathrooms when the one right behind you opened wide and out came Tom and Minho, both slightly breathless. You smiled knowingly at the two of them and Minho blushed a little more. His ears became almost completely red. Tom, on the other hand, only returned the look you’d given him.
“Sorry to interrupt your –talk–,” you improvised, and Minho was thankful you hadn’t called it what it was. He was not used to people knowing what he was up to, let alone who he was up to it with. “But the Potters offered to apparate us in Diagon and they’re waiting outside for us,” you explained, looking at Tom.
“You and your angelic little face,” Tom said as he shook his head. “I’ve studied here for years and I’ve never been offered a ride by the Potters.”
“Your parents have always come to pick you up,” Minho responded. The three of you were walking together towards the entrance, and halfway out Minho raised one of his hands to pull his satchel and threw Tom’s backpack his way.
“Thanks, Luv,” Tom said simply and you would have sworn Minho’s ears were getting red again.
By the time you were all out of the train, Minho gave the two of you a short goodbye hug and disappeared into the swarms of students. Tom looked at you and smiled.
“What?” you asked.
He shrugged, “I heard you were alone with Sirius in the Marauder’s cart.”
You smiled as you shook your head and elbowed him lightly, “I was… Until Prongs decided he needed a SexEd class and invaded us.”
“Oh, I would have bet on Remus joining you in a threesome first…”
“You what?!? We didn’t have a threesome! He asked Sirius questions.”
“Oh well then,” he said with a shrug. Bet’s still on. “Wouldn’t have judged you at all, James is–”
“James is what?” Minho, who seemed to have shown up out of nowhere, asked.
Tom looked panicked for only a second before composing. “Really good at quidditch,” he said, “really good captain too.” Minho frowned. “Not as good as you, of course.”
“Hmph,” you said playfully. “That’s your house’s captain, you're talking about Tom.”
Then Minho gave you a teasing wink and cleared his throat, “You have my pen,” he said as he pulled a small silver and green fountain pen from Tom’s front shirt pocket.
“And here I thought you’d let me keep it as a souvenir.”
Minho laughed at that, “Merry Christmas to the two loveliest Gryffindors I know,” he added before turning around again. He no longer had his bag and you assumed he’d probably left it with his house elves or something.
“But I’m the loveliest,” Tom said with a smile.
“Yeah sure,” Minho said casually, as if he hadn’t been pining for Tom before the two of them got together. You just smiled, Tom’s self-assured personality could be intimidating to anyone, especially with someone as reserved as Minho, but it was nice to see that he wouldn’t let himself be teased without ever teasing him back. They really were an adorable couple.
After Minho left –for the second time– it didn’t take much for the two of you to find the Potters again, Beth was having a really amicable conversation with Effie while James, Sirius and Monty caught up on how the boys had been doing in school.
Effie smiled the moment she saw you and the boy walking by your side, “Thomas Harrow,” she said with a bright smile. “You are the spitting image of your father!”
Tom smiled politely at that, “Thank you, madam, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“Just call me Effie,” she said with a smile and looked at him curiously. “The resemblance is uncanny, isn’t it Monty?” she said as she turned to her husband who nodded. “Tom was on the quidditch team with me in my Hogwarts years.”
“You played quidditch?” you asked with a surprised smile. “James, you never told me your mom was cooler than you,” you teased, James gave you a huff in response and Effie’s smile widened.
Who would have thought all it would take to charm Effie Potter was Tom and Vixen?
“I was a seeker, like James,” Effie said. “Runs in the family.”
“Bet your little redheaded children will also be seekers,” Sirius teased and Effie turned to James with a surprised smile.
“Is this about that Evans girl again?” she asked.
James slapped Sirius on the side and then turned to his mom with a smile, “Didn’t I mention to you in a letter we went on a date last month?”
Effie gasped at that and shook her head. “You did not! Even Sirius told me when he started dating this lovely girl,” she added as she placed a gentle hand on your shoulder.
“You did?” you asked, turning to Sirius with a surprised frown and he shrugged in response.
“Of course he did!” Effie responded. “Can’t believe you’d leave me out, perhaps we’re getting old, Monty.”
“Maaaaaa,” James complained.
“Well, I think you don’t look a day over 25, Effie,” Sirius said with a sly smile.
“Definitely,” Tom agreed.
“You could be James’ older sister,” Beth added.
Effie smiled as she shook her head, a dramatic air in her voice that reminded you much more of Sirius than it did of James, “All of your friends like me better than you do.”
“That’s not true, Ma,” James insisted and dragged Effie into a hug. As she was being hugged, she looked at you, Tom and Beth with a sly smile and then gave you a short wink before returning her face to that fake grieving one from earlier.
“Ready for Diagon?” Monty asked as he looked at the three of you and you nodded.
“Better go now before it’s too dark,” you said as you looked at the big watch near the end of the platform.
“Indeed,” Effie said as she pulled back from James’ bear hug. “I think it’s better if we take one by one, to reduce the risk of splinching.“ The three of you nodded in agreement. “Monty, how about you take little Tom and I take darling Beth first?”
Monty nodded and walked towards Tom who instantly offered his hand. Beth did the same and just before they disappeared, Effie gave Sirius a small wink and mouthed, “So you can say goodbye properly.”
“Woah,” you said as she disappeared. “Not even sure why I tried to cover for the lipstick smear on your face, Prongs, I feel like Effie would have just cheered you on…”
James huffed and shook his head, “At least you didn’t straight up out me,” he added, looking at Sirius.
“Mate, you ramble to her every time you catch a snitch in practice, how would I know you didn’t tell her about Lily?”
“Common sense?” He asked. Sirius gave him a stern look and he just huffed again. “I’ll go look at the train or something.”
“So he can actually take a hint,” you said as you saw James turn around and walk a few steps to the side.
“I heard that,” he responded and you just laughed in return.
“Love you, Jamie!” You said simply.
“If you’re gonna snog her, Sirius, you better–”
You didn’t even hear the rest of James’ rant, Sirius had pulled you by the shoulders and turned the two of you around, pressing you against one of the walls and planting a proper goodbye kiss on your lips.
You kissed back just as greedily. It had been some time since you had kissed each other like that, and you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy every second of it. Even if, as you pulled away from his minty breath and soft lips you were slightly dazed. Sirius smirked as he pressed a soft, quick kiss to your lips, “You’re definitely going to miss me more.”
Terrible choice of words, really. Two could play this game, you thought as you dragged your hand to the back of his neck and pulled on his hair lightly, dragging soft kisses through his jaw and down to that particular spot in his neck that made him overly vocal and you rejoiced when you realised he was trying –and kinda failing– to stifle a groan.
In hindsight, kissing him like that in the middle of the station might not have been the most appropriate move, but even if you got some disdainful looks your way, the wall he had pushed you against was hidden enough and all people could really see, was two pairs of Gryffindors kind of snogging in the back.
Sirius and you had equally competitive personalities, and neither of you would let the other win without competing properly, and in this case, the competition just happened to be about kisses. And you were most definitely at least one point above as you pulled back from his neck, giving the small bruise you’d purposefully caused a quick, wet kiss and then rubbing your thumb over the area with a little smirk.
“There, so you’re reminded of me–”“ you looked up at him through your lashes, biting your lips to try and keep your smile from going bigger “–when you’re missing me more.”
Sirius opened his mouth in amusement and you were sure he was about to make another move since you felt his hand threaten to inch down from your waist when Effie apparated again and you pulled Sirius into an innocent hug instead.
She smiled as she spotted the two of you and tilted her head to the side just a little. “Merry Christmas, Puppy,” you said as you pulled away from the hug with a sly –insanely fox-like– smile.
“Merry Christmas, Starshine,” he responded, his hand still around your shoulders. Effie couldn’t help but smile at the adoring look Sirius had given you. James had approached you then and you finally pulled apart to give him a hug, much shorter in comparison to the one you’d given Sirius, but just as tight.
“Merry Christmas, Prongsie,” you said. “Take care of Pads for me, will you?”
“Of course,” he said with a bright smile, and then a little louder, “I’ll keep him entertained so he doesn’t miss you as much.” Sirius rolled his eyes and pushed James lightly and the two of you snickered at his expense. “Try to keep yourself alive without us.”
You gasped at that, “You know, my close encounters have significantly increased since I met the marauders, so I’d say stepping away might actually give me better chances of that.”
James shook his head with a smile and you gave him a short wink before walking next to Effie. She offered you her hand and you took a deep breath. “You get apparation-sick?” she asked you politely.
“No,” you said honestly, even if that didn’t make you feel particularly at ease. You had apparated with Dumbledore a couple more times after that first class and you had managed to keep all those awful memories at bay by concentrating a lot. And you had been reading a book about Occlumency on the train before you fell asleep, but two things were making you nervous: you had never apparated such a lengthy distance since that moon, and you really didn’t want to give Effie access to your mind. Not because you didn’t trust her, you honestly thought she was lovely, but rather, because of how lovely she was.
If she figured out what had happened that night, she may not actually understand why you had to keep it a secret. Something told you that, even if she had just met you, Effie would be more than ready to fight for your well-being and for what she thought was right. And while someone like her on your corner might be an excellent idea, you weren’t ready to relive that night again.
“I’m just feeling a little drowsy after the train ride,” you lied, you weren’t sure if she believed you but she went with it anyway, you closed the distance between the two of you and linked your arm to hers.
“See you in a second boys,” she said and suddenly the two of you were in Diagon. Tom and Beth right in front of you.
You turned to her with a bright smile, “Thank you very much, Effie,” you said. “I hope you have a fantastic Christmas.”
“I’m sure we will,” she said with a smile.
“Merry Christmas,” added Monty as she took his wife’s hand and the two of them disappeared.
The moment they were gone Beth pulled her list out and you all walked towards the first store: Flourish and Blotts, where you bought the very first gifts of the night, a book about History of Magic, but written by a muggle-born that you thought Lily would find fascinating, a romance book about mermaids that you were sure Nina would adore, a book about and a copy of one of the overdue books from the library Remus always kept on his bag. Beth also bought a gift for Lily there –a bookmarker– and you gave it an absolute passing nod when she showed it to you, still a little insecure on whether it was a good idea to have it or not. Tom bought like 5 different books for Minho because he wasn’t sure which one he would like best and even when both you and Beth told him he was exaggerating, he shrugged it off and decided he would buy them anyway.
He regretted his decision when you walked inside Quality Quidditch Supplies, and he also thought every single thing inside the store would be perfect for Minho. At least this time around he actually listened and he only bought a Tutshill Tornadoes stationery set that included a mug with the seeker of the team –Minho’s celebrity crush–, a keychain and a notebook with their logo. You already felt bad about the poor Owl that would have to carry it all but he told you that he’d add a levitating charm on them.
“You don’t mind Min will ogle at his crush whenever he has a drink?” Beth teased.
“Not at all,” Tom said with a shrug. “I’m way hotter anyway.”
Beth and you had thrown each other a look, Tom wasn’t lying, he had good looks and he was damn confident about them, not to say the guy on the mug wasn’t attractive. If anything, you’d both reached to the conclusion that Minho had pretty good taste in men.
Beth and you had both bought your gifts for James and Marlene there. She’d gotten Marlene a stunning pair of beater gloves and you’d gotten her a matching pair of goggles and headband for sweatier days.
For James, she’d bought some anti-rain spray for his broom and goggles, and you’d gotten him a small snitch keychain that you thought was adorable, you saw a beater bat and you got that one for Sirius and when you spotted the hoops and were about to get them for yourself Beth took them from your hands and told you that you’d see it again in Christmas. You also got a broom polish set for James and a small pin that said “Captain” which was more of a joke gift than an actual gift but the opportunity was too good to pass up.
Tom bought a keychain for his father and when you remembered Effie had also been a seeker you decided to take another one of those cute snitch ones for her. You were sure she’d love to match with James. You also wanted to get something for Minho and in the end, decided to get him a very elegant-looking copy of Quidditch Through the Ages with annotations from Reyansh Atwal, the same seeker on his mug.
“Oh, that’s brilliant, switch with me?” Tom tried to convince you as you all walked towards the register.
“No way in hell,” you said with a smug smile. “You already have like 5 books for him, and your stationary set.”
“But that is annotated by Reyanash!” Tom complained.
“Sucks to be you, I’m a great gift buyer,” you replied with a smile. “I’m sure Minho’ll love all of your gifts, more than this one even,” you reassured as you moved and handed the money to the old man across the counter. “He’ll love them because it’s you who gave them to him.”
“She’s right, young man,” the old wizard interceded. “I’ve had hundreds of books and trinkets, and I’ve cherished none of them as much as the ones Orlo gifted me.” There was an odd, longing-like look on his gaze that instantly told you that he missed that Orlo of his dearly. You wondered if the old man, like you and Tom, had peculiar preferences in regards of love.
After that, you went to get some delicious ice cream at Florean Fortescue's Parlour since you knew he closed soon and the young owner Florean, gifted Beth a free icecream for being the customer number 100th of the day… although, both you and Tom suspected it was because he had developed a mini crush on her, that suspicion only grew when he asked if he could write her. Beth had laughed merrily and played dumb, not offering the man her address but thanking him for the free treat.
Your next stop was Obscurus Books, where you found adorable pocket editions of a bunch of different wizarding world classics and you decided to buy one for each of the members of the reading club, including Nina who would now get double presents. And since you felt rather guilty about that, you decided to buy a few other books and trinkets for the other members you were really close to. You thought Nox, Neil and Todd would rather like the fantasy books you’d gotten them, and “The Book of Terrible Jokes'' you'd picked for Comet seemed to be right up her alley, be it due to irony or because she would genuinely make fun of how bad those jokes would be.
You had also spotted a “Magical Chess Strategy” book there and after consulting with Tom in secret –who confirmed that Beth definitely didn’t have a copy of that one– you decided to add it to the bunch of books you already carried.
At Wiseacre's Wizarding Equipment, you found the perfect set of medical instruments for beginner Medwitched and you got it for Mary, alongside a beautiful golden and red set of Gobstones that you thought would go perfectly with Peter’s collection. You found a circle tin with his favourite cookies and decided to buy that as well.
You got a watch for your father and a simple but elegant necklace for your mom, some sweets for the rest of the members of the quidditch team, a book about photography for Alex, and a small fountain pen –similar to the one Minho had recovered from Tom’s pocket earlier– for Nightshade, a matching one for McGonagall, Merlin knows she deserves the world for dealing with all of your bullshit, and some small packs of chocolate for the rest of the teacher’s that you’d hand out at the beginning of the year.
After you paid there, you all walked out and took a seat near a bench, you were looking at your parchment and writing down everything that you’d gotten.
“You got Sirius a Keychain?” Beth asked incredulously, especially as she looked at James’ gift, even Peter had gotten a nicer lot.
“Oh, I’m actually planning to get Sirius some non-magical gifts,” you said as you finished annotating everything and called Barnaby over with a whistle. You performed a simple levitating spell and sent him off with all the bags, “Do you guys have everything you were planning to get from Diagon?”
“Yeah,” Tom said, pretty satisfied with his haul.
“Me too,” Beth added as she checked her bags. Her family owl had also flown down to pick them all up and take them to her house, while Tom just placed everything inside his bag, like Remus, he had also added an undetectable extension charm to it. You thought perhaps it would be useful to do the same to your own bag, even if your trunk, which you had left back at Hogwarts, already had one of those.
Then Tom pulled a list out of his pockets and unfolded it carefully, a smile appearing on his lips as he showed it to the two of you, he seemed incredibly proud of it.
But Beth frowned, “How are– Tom did you get a map of London?”
He seemed taken aback by the question. Of course, the three of you knew how to navigate Diagon perfectly, and you certainly knew how to use the muggle underground, provided that you had an idea of where to go, but Tom’s list didn’t even have addresses, just the names of the stores and what you could find in them.
Beth sighed, “How are we going to get there?”
“We could ask around?” Tom offered.
“If I remember properly,” you said. “There’s a small bookshop a few blocks from here –on the muggle side– and they have to have maps there, right?”
“You think?” Beth asked. You shrugged in response.
“Well, off to an adventure!” Tom said as he started his march towards the brick wall that would take you to Muggle London.
You and Beth gave each other a look and after shrugging at each other, followed Tom all the way to the outside. There you took the lead, walking the few blocks and straight lines until you found “Daunt Books.”
A small smile drew itself on your lips as you looked at the shop, you were pretty proud you had found your way there, without a map and using nothing but the bits of things you remembered from 5 months ago when you had taken the exact same path but backwards.
It was in Daunt Books where you had found the copy of “The Picture of Dorian Gray” that you had gifted Remus among other very interesting muggle books, and you were rather eager to get back inside, you were sure you’d find other books there. The three of you walked inside the store and a small bell rang as the door opened to let you in.
There was a young woman sitting across the book counter flipping through some pages of a book as she tried to keep a diverted and amused smile away from her face. She looked up from her book slowly, as if she didn’t want to stop reading and then looked at the three of you with a smile. “Welcome to Daunt Books, may I help you with anything?”
“We’re looking for some maps,” replied Beth politely and approached her, Tom followed swiftly and they started talking with her, you were sure Tom had put on his winning smile and was asking the lady to help him mark some of the stores he’d picked on the map –at least the ones that weren’t already on them– but you were far too distracted by a pile of books near the back to really pay attention to the conversation.
You leaned down to examine some of the books and found the most fascinating little display with rows of stunning, leather-bound books from a “classic collection”. The Picture of Dorian Grey was there and next to it was a series of other books, some you’d heard of and some that were completely new to you. You grabbed onto one with a dark green cover and read “Frankenstein”, the tragic tale of the creature and the monster that created it. You grabbed onto it, and then onto a bunch of other books, some you’d read and thought Remus would love, and some you hadn’t but seemed right up his alley. Including a copy of “The Chronicles of Narnia” for Regulus. You had read the book and throughout the entirety of it, you’d thought of the Winter Witch as Walburga, he’d probably think it was funny when you told him about it. By the time you turned to the next row of books, you already had about 7 books in your hands.
And then you saw it, near the back, there was a display of magazines and the absolute perfect gift for Sirius. You walked over to it and then pulled it from the shelf, it was a thick book, made out of magazine paper and it said “The Legends of this Decade”. There was an open version on display and you flipped through some of the pages. There was a section dedicated to the Beatles, another one to Queen, one for David Bowie, a very long special dedicated to the Rolling Stones and there were even smaller, 2-page sections dedicated to up-and-coming celebrities and groups like Bon Jovi (who you hadn’t heard of), Boston and Kansas (American rock bands of which you actually owned a few tapes you’d gotten back in the summer).
You didn’t even continue flipping about and instantly took one of the wrapped books along with a special edition magazine dedicated to Bowie –whom Sirius adored–, a science magazine for Remus, and one that detailed the lives of the ABBA girls for Mary who seemed to really like the band. For a second you considered that perhaps you were going overboard with the gifts, and then you checked the money bag you’d gotten for Christmas and realised how freaking much you actually had left. So you thought, fuck it, and went straight to the counter with all the things in hand. You opted to not actually make the conversion of pounds to galleons and decided to just roll with it.
The pretty girl gave you an approving look as she packed your stuff in a very nice paper bag with the logo of the store on the front section and you felt a little bit of pride at that. Of course, taste in books was relative, and there were books for everyone, but this girl worked at a bookshop, she must have read hundreds of books and if she considered your selection good, then it had to count for something, right?
Tom and Beth thanked her for her help with the map and after a polite goodbye, you all left the store. “She was super nice!” Beth said, “I didn’t know muggles were so nice!”
“Some of them are, some of them aren’t, just like wizards,” you said with a shrug and took out a bag of jelly slugs from your backpack and offered them some.
“But she was delightful! If I wasn’t already dating someone…” Tom said as he grabbed one and placed it in his mouth. “She helped us mark all the stores on the map and even gave us a mini route so we could visit them all before they closed.”
Beth nodded in agreement, as she too munched on a jelly slug, “And she even gave us some other recommendations.”
“And her number,” Tom chimed. “Although, I must say I suspect she was more into Beth than she was into me.” Beth laughed and playfully hit Tom in the arm. You could easily tell they were really close, perhaps as close as you and James, or you as Remus were. “Oh here,” Tom said sometime later as he pulled the two of you into the underground.
You had walked for hours and hours in London, you had used their bright red buses and even taken a cab, but you had never ventured into the underground. You thought it would take too much time and you enjoyed walking past stores and seeing the muggles doing their day to day so you stayed over the ground.
But the minute you walked down those stairs you were absolutely fascinated by it, you had heard from the people in New York that the subway was dirty and had rats and, overall very many negative things, and while you hadn’t heard muggles explicitly hate on the London’s underground, you hadn’t heard them praise it either. Seeing now, in real life, made you think that perhaps those New Yorkers were exaggerating. There was a small group of people signing in one of the corners and many of them commuting around.
It took the three of you at least a few minutes to figure out how to use the vending machine to get your tickets, but once you did, you all walked towards the train that the girl from the store had advised you to take with very accomplished smiles on your faces.
After that, you visited a few other stores, some, where you bought some things, some, where you didn’t actually get anything. Tom dragged the two of you into Carnaby Chic Boutique and somehow persuaded you to buy some interesting muggle fashion items that he thought looked incredible on the two of you, he also got himself some clothes, and by the end of that little expedition, you might have been the most fashionable squad back in the school –as long as you were talking muggle fashion and not wizard fashion.
Then you went into a Vinyl shop, the one Daunt Books girl said would be open pretty late so she’d left it at the end of the short trip and you ended up splurging there too. You got all the new stuff from your favourites and Sirius’. You also got some chiller jazz and blues songs, since you had discovered Remus liked to listen to those while studying and you found them oddly comforting as well and you thought he might appreciate them.
You bought a few empty cassettes and a thing that would allow you to record some songs into them and make your own playlist, you were crossing your fingers it would work in your house (with all the magical interferences and such) but you got a pair of headphones. In case it didn’t, you would just walk with it –after charming it so it wasn’t as heavy– to the small café a few blocks from your apartment and record there.
You saw some band shirts in the stores and also got a few of those, one for you with a really cool Pink Floyd logo (thought you bought it big enough in case Sirius ever wanted to borrow it), one for Lily with John Lennon (she had admitted that she’d had a crush on him back in 3rd grade), another Bowie shirt for Sirius (this one was technically a Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars shirt but it had Bowie on the front) since he seemed to love the one Andromeda had gotten him, and then a Sex Pistols one for Remus. Now you weren’t sure if he liked the Sex Pistols that much, but the idea of Remus Lupin walking around with a shirt that had “Sex Pistols” written in bold around the castle was too hilarious to pass up, especially with the wizards who had absolutely no clue that they were actually a band.
After paying, the three of you walked outside of the incredible store and into the night. The sun had disappeared a while ago but it was certainly colder now than when you entered the shop.
Beth sighed, her hands filled with as many bags as you as she sat down on a nearby bench. “I guess that’s it for today, isn’t it?”
“I think so,” you agreed.
“I’ll call the Knight Bus,” offered Tom as he looked around to make sure there were no muggles around and lifted his wand up to the sky.
You walked next to Beth and sat there, leaning your head on her shoulder, as you waited. Then you saw a small light blink in the distance, and then all the lights to a store you hadn’t paid attention to earlier were on. There was a big green sign illuminated by the faint light of a yellowish lamp that read “L. Cornelissen & Son Art Supply Store”. You gasped, “I must go!”
“What?” Asked Beth as she turned her gaze towards the direction of yours. “You want to go to an art store?”
“I have to,” you said. “To get something for Sirius.”
“For Sirius?” Asked Tom with a frown and you nodded in response. Then the bus showed up. “You already have like 4 other gifts for Sirius.”
You made a mental note of how much you’d bought for him and decided correcting Tom was absolutely unnecessary, “Yes but… You don’t get it. It’s like you saw an all-Thubshill Tornados shop and deliberately ignored it, without even checking it out.”
“I had no idea Sirius was into art…” Beth mumbles.
“Kids, are you getting on the bus or what?” a young pudgy guy asked as he held out a few tickets.
“They will,” you said pointing at them. “I’m staying. I’ll call again when I require the lift.”
“It might take a while, Sweets, we’re taking some people a little further out of town tonight and we’re pretty packed,” he added, he had a very strong Irish accent, that you would have perhaps considered nice if it hadn’t been so squeaky.
“It’s fine, I’ll stay,” you said with a smile. “Home’s not that far from here anyway,” you added.
Tom shook his head in disapproval and Beth spoke, “I really think it’s a terrible idea.”
“As if I hadn’t walked around London at night before guys,” you huffed. “It’ll be alright, I promise. I’ll um… send Barnaby over as soon as I’m home. Or I could even fire-call you if you’re really worried about it.”
Beth nodded reluctantly and pulled onto Tom who looked a lot less convinced, “Slysprite, just get on you have enough gifts alrea”
“We’re not gonna argue this one out,” you said with an air of determination. “And I’m very stubborn. I could win an argument, even against you.”
Tom huffed as he tilted his head to the side, clearly unsatisfied with the turn of events. “You’ll firecall me, swear.”
You nodded, “Swear!”
“Time to go!” the conductor said as he urged your friends to get on by pushing them lightly and shut the door. “Take care, Miss!”
“Thanks,” you said with a small smile as the bus sped out into the street.
You instantly remembered your first trip on the Knight Bus and almost felt sorry that you wouldn’t be there to see your friends’ reactions to it. You wondered if they had gotten the hot chocolate and if Beth would be mad if it fell on her white coat.
Alas, it was time to get to the shop.
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Bite-Size Dramione - Under 5k (Part One)
These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little!
This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their catalog to find other gems.
Part One below:
Only Dancing by @sunflower-swan. NR, 378 words. Hermione is only dancing. No harm in that. Draco can get jealous or go with it.
Give and Take by @ambpersand. E, 1k. The softness of her curls brush against his thighs, and Draco has just enough slack to widen his knees to get closer to her. She’s everywhere, and it’s still not enough. He needs her to consume him whole.
Indulge Me by @millennialgrandma. M, 1k. A little eighth year Veritaserum-fueled confession of feelings.
First Kiss(es) and the Path to Forgiveness by millennialgrandma. T, 1.2k. Returning to Hogwarts for an eighth year felt like penance. Kissing Hermione Granger felt like redemption.
You’re Older Now by @simplifiedemotions. T, 1.2k. “I don’t know how to do this,” he says, his breath coming out in harsh gasps. The only time Hermione remembers him being so harried was when she’d first woken up with no recollection of even her own name. She distinctly remembers his blood-shot gaze, the trembling of his limbs, when he asked her if she had remembered him.
Tentative Exporations by @dreamsofdramione. E, 1.2k. What Draco lacks in finesse he makes up for in enthusiasm.
a cure for headaches by @whimsymanaged. E, 1.3k. Hermione has a headache. Draco has a suggestion. (Hint: It's not a pain potion.)
Some things, however by @frumpologist. T, 1.3k. Officer Granger is annoyed with Commander Draco and finds solace in the ship’s library.
A Full and Careful Analysis by @eveningstruggle. M, 1.3k. “Truth or dare.” Hermione traced her fingers over Draco’s chest, trying to match the pattern he was tracing on her back. “Dare. Wait—no. I need a refractory period first. Truth.” “Hmm…what’s the best sex you’ve ever had?” “That's too easy; it was four minutes ago.” or: Draco and Hermione talk about their past romantic history.
This Singular Night by @misdemeanor1331. T, 1.4k. On their last night in Las Vegas, Hermione asks Draco an unexpected question. He gives her an equally surprising answer.
Love of My Life by @mykesprit. T, 1.5k. A surprising revelation at their anniversary party sends Hermione reeling.
Round and Fluffy by @caitybellfics. M, 1.5k. Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter arrive at the DMLE to retrieve their spouses.
Jealous by dreamsofdramione and @inadaze22. E, 1.6k. Draco isn't possessive. In order to be possessive, one has to have some sort of attachment to another person. There is no such ‘attachment’ to Granger. Sure, he knows the precise way to move his tongue inside of her to make her moan, the shape of her hip under his palm when he fucks her so hard they both see stars, and the exact pitch of her voice when she comes, but he’s not attached to her. This is the lie he tells himself.
Write What You Know by @pacific-rimbaud. T, 1.7k. Prompt: Muggle University Student AU: studying Classics or MFA Creative writing
Counting Days by dreamsofdramione. E, 1.7k. Arithmancy was never Draco's strong suit.
What Was Lost, and What Remains by PacificRimbaud. G, 1.8k. My name is Monica Joan Wilkins. I am 57 years old. I live in Sydney, New South Wales. I share a dental practice with my husband. We've been married for thirty-two years.
What To Do by @willhavetheirtrinkets. E, 1.8k. "I can," she said, smirking at him. "I have that authority. Since you're always going at it quick and hurried, without the slightest attention to detail, I've been given the authority to make certain it's done properly."
Draco ground his teeth. "You can't tell me what to do, Granger."
You Owe Me by musyc. M, 1.8k. Hermione has an anniversary plan.
Mutually Assured Destruction… by @grangerdangerfics. T, 1.9k. As Head Girl Hermione Granger and Head Boy Draco Malfoy wage an escalating war of aggressive acts of kindness, will it spell ruin ... or romance?
Upper Body Injury by @provocative-envy. T, 1.9k. Hockey AU! "Careful," he says dryly. "Or I might think you're trying to flirt with me." "Oh, you'd know if I was trying to flirt with you."
"Maybe," he concedes, flicking his hair back with a practiced nod of his head. "But would you?"
Coming in for Landing by @sunlightdaydream. E, 2k. Draco loved flying when Hermione worked. She truly was the best flight attendant he knew. She followed directions to the tee on most days, but even better when she's on her knees before him. Or: It's cockpit porn and he is the pilot.
Inventory of Moments by optimise. T, 2k. Hermione makes a lot of lists. And a list of names just happens to be one of them.
My Brown-Eyed Girl by PacificRimbaud. M, 2.1k. Draco and Hermione have a lazy snuggle in the grass behind the Quidditch pitch.
The Dumbing Down of Love by inadaze22. T, 2.1k. Hermione is an expert at foiling Draco's plans.
Never Have I Ever by @niffizzle. M, 2.1k. With a bottle of firewhisky, a set of enchanted cups, and a game of Never Have I Ever, things turn interesting during one of the final days leading up to graduation. But just how much will be divulged? Maybe some things should stay private.
Two Full Inches Above Regulation Length by granger_danger. E, 2.1k. “Granger.” Malfoy’s voice was an ember in the dark corridor. He grasped her wrist and she almost dropped her jar of bluebell flames. “Your skirt’s not to the bottom of your knees. I may have to take points from Gryffindor.”
A Whole New World by simplifiedemotions. T, 2.2k. Draco takes Hermione out flying.
Passing Notes by @sodamnradd. T, 2.3k. D: Pay you 10 galleons to cover patrol tonight H: STOP throwing notes at me ferret. And no. D: 50 galleons? and so ensues a term of note-passing between Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger
A Pretty Picture by @wickermayne. E, 2.3k. Draco wakes up with Hermione between his legs. Like a good boyfriend, he helps quench her thirst.
hands to myself by whimsymanaged. E, 2.4k. Every Friday night, Hermione goes to her favourite bar with her friends. One of the reasons this bar is her favourite is because she inevitably runs into Draco Malfoy. Tonight, all their flirting comes to a head.
Sucker 4 U by whimsymanaged. E, 2.4k. “You can’t just…casually talk about watching porn,” Hermione hissed, glancing around. “Why not?” Draco raised his eyebrows. “I’ve just discovered it, and I want to tell the world. Anyway, I saw a clit sucker in one of the videos, and I got to wondering how on Earth a contraption like that could feel like someone sucking your clit.”
This Time Tomorrow by sodamnrad. M, 2.5k. On the last night of school, Draco's unchecked feelings for Granger spill through the cracks.
A Different Kind of Magic by @canttouchthis87. T, 2.5k. Draco Malfoy watched Hermione Granger practice her Viola for six years. Returning to Hogwarts after the war, her music offers them both a place of freedom and sanctuary.
Shifting Perspectives by misdemeanor1331. E, 2.5k. Being a woman in a male-dominated profession is hard; being a woman and below average height is even harder.
Passing Notes by @shamione. E, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy has teased Hermione Granger for the last time, tucked away in an alcove with his fingers buried deep inside her.
Lessons in Darkened Rooms by @raven-m-3. E, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy's eighth year at Hogwarts should have been simple, if unpleasant. Instead he finds himself grappling with a Granger-shaped problem.
A Thousand Ways to Say Sorry by @wordswithways. T, 2.6k. Draco Malfoy goes on a gift-giving apology tour. But a crucial person on his list wants nothing to do with it.
How to Break a Curse by whimsymanaged. E, 2.7k. They only had a small window before the curse took effect. “Run me through it.” Granger swallowed. “We have thirty minutes to have sex that ends with you coming inside me.” Draco clenched his jaw so tightly that it cracked. “What are our other options?” She didn’t sugarcoat it. “Death.”
Caught Wet-Handed by millennialgrandma. E, 2.8k. “Did we not agree, sweetheart, that we wouldn’t?” “Yes, Draco, which is why-” “And were you not the one who suggested, no, insisted, we abstain until the wedding night?”
Draco’s Consolation Prize by emilyinwonderland. E, 2.8k. Head Girl Hermione Granger comforts a moody Slytherin Quidditch Captain.
Feeling This by @echoofpromise. E, 2.8k. The one where Hermione elbows Draco in the nose at a rock show and he likes it
Just Desserts by @thelashjedi. M, 2.8k. Why would you talk to me? Draco thought, behind a heavy wall of occlusion as he politely, but rotely declined the Head Girl’s offer to join her in the Great Hall, at the newly mixed tables set up in the wake of the war.
Two Dry Martinis by @darkofthemoonfic. E, 2.9k. “You’re brilliant,” he said, flashing those teeth again. “What did I do before you arrived? And what else might you teach me?” Hermione knew she was blushing so she took another sip of her drink. The gin crisp and just the slightest hint of vermouth — how she liked it. When she flicked her eyes back to the bartender he was watching her. “A fair number of things, I’d expect.”
Pin-Up by whimsymanaged. E, 2.9k. Hermione needs to raise funds for her non-profit. Putting together a calendar of naked Quidditch players seems as good a way as any.
Severn Way by @magicaltraveler3. E, 3k. Hermione didn’t know it but they weren’t going home. They were going to a log cabin far away from anyone that could bother them.
Taste of Affection by dreamsofdramione. E, 3.1k. “You’re doing so well, Pet.”
Savour by @mignon-chignon. E, 3.1k. Draco Malfoy had a dinner to savour, hopefully without any distractions.
Overtime by @scullymurphy. E, 3.2k. Draco and Hermione are working overtime. It's late, they've gotten into the whisky and Hermione's self-control is at an all-time low -- especially once Draco starts rolling his sleeves.
Triple Axel by @batmansymbol. G, 3.2k. “As I’ve said ten thousand times, Malfoy,” she says, unbuckling her helmet, still breathing hard, “you wouldn’t last a second in speed skating.” She tugs the helmet off and her hair springs free. She shakes it back with supreme disdain. “You know what, though? I’m starting to think I’d like to see you try.”
Deal by @its-banannaz. E, 3.3k. It was all a stupid deal, and why she made a deal with Draco Malfoy of all people? She had absolutely no idea. Suffice to say, she lost the game.
Good Girls Get to Sit on Santa's Lap by whimsymanaged. E, 3.3k. On a huge, plush red armchair that the Sigmas must have borrowed (they’re usually green and silver everything) sits a guy dressed as Santa Claus.
Well. He’s got the velvety red pants and the red coat, only the coat is open to reveal a hard, muscular, bare torso, and his Santa hat sits askew atop a pale blond fade.
Just Like the Ones I Used to Know by @acciomjolnir. T, 3.4k. It's 8th year, post war, and Hermione isn't feeling in the Christmas spirit. She's not the only one who has chosen not to go home for the holidays... and when they get into the eggnog, all kinds of things happen.
It’s Draco fucking Malfoy, bane of my existence.
*and it's followup: No Regrets for the New Year. E, 2.7k.
Where You Belong by @ecaworks, raven_maiden. E, 3.4k. When Draco Malfoy shows up at the Burrow over the holidays, Hermione learns she has a decision to make.
Third Time’s a Charm by @monsterleadmehome. E, 3.4k. Head Girl Hermione Granger has been hopelessly trying to seduce Head Boy Draco Malfoy all term, but he just won't get the hint.
Long story short (it was a bad time) by @ginnysocks. E, 3.4k. Were she and Draco currently shagging like rabbits every chance they got? Yes. Did they still utterly loathe each other? Also yes.
Flat(Mates) by WhimsyManaged. E, 3.4k. Hermione and Draco have been living together as platonic flatmates for years now. Neither have presented, so Hermione’s pretty sure they’re both betas. (Spoiler: they're not betas.)
Respite by canttouchthis. T, 3.5k. Hermione Granger is fine. Or at least there’s no reason for her not to be. But still, she finds respite under the stars, drawn to the night sky.
Mutually Assured Destruction by witchsoup. M, 3.5k. Hermione and Theo find ways to break it to each other gently... it's time to break up.
Continued in Part Two!
Give the authors some love! I also adore hearing if you found a new favorite fic or author.
I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. Lots of new tumblr users as well, so if you see yourself and you’re not tagged, let me know!
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FANTASISE
an M-rated 3.5k Jily fic, using July prompt 4: icy, for @jilymicro-oops
When Lily ends up taking Veritaserum as part of one of Sirius' games, James finds that he really doesn't need to know any of the nitty-gritty details. Fate has other plans.
Read it here on AO3!
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November Rain
JILY CHALLENGE | NOVEMBER 2022 | @jilychallenge
Theme: Tropefest!
Trope: stranded/locked up together / maybe there’s a bit of veritaserum
Prompt: "You are useless"
Partners: @practicecourts & @constancezin
Sweet thanks to @practicecourts for the title and for being my beta (go check out her fic here!) & to @constancezin for her inputs and the GORGEOUS art she did for the fic!
Summary: James Potter seeks haven in a stranger's house when he finds himself stranded on the pavement because of a storm.
Read here on ao3!
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Walk in the Sun (Veritaserum Prompt Fic) (22732 words) by drarrily-we-row-along
Chapters: 11/11
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt
Additional Tags: Drarry, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, learning to love yourself, Wandless Magic, Rescuing Draco Malfoy, Mentions of being kept in inhumane living conditions, Mentions Being Kept In Prison, Harry is soft, Originally Part of my Tumblr series '100 drarry drabbles in 100 days' but it's grown out of control, Putting it here so it's easier for people to read, Love, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter to the Rescue, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Angst, 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days, making a life together, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Time, Love Confessions, read the not smutty version on Tumblr
Series: Part 31 of 100 Drarry Drabbles in 100 Days
Summary:
Draco Malfoy disappeared shortly after the war and Harry hadn't thought much about it.
Until six months ago, when he learned that Malfoy was being kept locked up in the Department of Mysteries. Breaking him out is actually the easy part; figuring out how to clear his name is much more difficult.
A story about falling in love and forgiveness.
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HD Wireless fic claim: I Won’t Let You Fall Apart
49,840 words | Rated mature | AO3 Link
Prompt song: “We’re In This Together” by Nine Inch Nails
Summary: Harry has spent the year after the war staying out of the public eye, dodging political battles, and standing firm against pressure from his friends. But he has a secret plan to get away from it all. He just needs to testify at one more Death Eater trial: Draco Malfoy’s.
Little does Harry know what his act of compassion will cost him—and Malfoy.
Tags: Post-war/EWE, Angst with a happy ending, Slow burn, Permanent loss of magic, Politics & Corruption, Draco in the Muggle world, Living together, Blood, Injury (off screen), Vomiting, Kidnapping, Veritaserum, Non-Explicit Sex, Harry’s POV
Notes: NIN’s The Fragile was released in September 1999, just a few months before this fic begins. Even though he doesn’t listen to it in the story, the connection between this album and a disillusioned, isolated, post-war Harry has long been percolating in my mind.
Thank you darling @ladderofyears for the beta and for the kindness and positivity you bring to our little corner of fandom. You are truly an exceptional person and I’m so glad I had the chance to get to know you better.
And thank you @hd-wireless mods for putting on another wonderful fest. Your support and patience make participating a pleasure, even when a 30K-word, four-chapter idea turns into a 50K-word, seven-chapter monstrosity. *cough*
header photo credit
AO3 Link: I Won’t Let You Fall Apart
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2022 in fic
Thank you so much for the tag @mystickitten42 (you can read her answers here (which may or may not made me want to read all of them)) to post a line from each fic that I posted last year. Sadly, I didn't post as much as I would've liked. I've struggled with a major writer's block, as well as having a lot of things happening in real life. But I tried to remember my fandom wishes that I posted a year ago, and one of them was to be kind to myself, which I got to practice a lot.
Sweet Desire (Scorbus, 5,8k, Explicit. I tried to capture that feeling of new teenage love and trying out new things together)
Yes, yes, cheating by posting several lines as well as a break between them, but 1: I've only posted a few things this year so I think I can gush a bit about this one, and 2: this was the part that made me really want to finish writing this and posting it.
Here’s the thing about me: I’m not good-looking. Nor am I sexy. People assume that I am, I’ve seen the disappointment on their faces enough times to know that. It’s probably because I look so much like Dad, who is super famous, and good looks should come with that, right?
[---]
But here’s the thing about Scorpius: the way he looks at me, the way he touches me, it’s—it makes me feel sexy. Desirable, even.
(I'll cheat some more and include this line from Scorpius which I had so much fun crafting because i HC him as being very rambly and very into things, even in the middle of sex:)
Scorpius clambers to sit up again, eyes bright and twinkling. “Oh, good! I’ve been looking up techniques and different ways to do it, which, I’m sorry to say, hasn’t been easy. I mean these things aren’t really in any of our library books, which I honestly think is a shame because there should be at least something about having safe sex, but Alexis Fluke lent me a—well, to be honest, it was a rather graphic book, and it had—”
Sinking/Floating (Drarry, just shy of 1k, Teen and Up, sad Harry coping with the aftermaths of the war, inspired by this gorgeous art by @bluebutter-art)
My favourite line is really the last one but shhhh this is also a fave:
And it’s not perfect, not always: you still both have your scars and your trauma, and sometimes you still fight, screaming at the top of your lungs when the pressure is just too much. But however broken you and him are, somehow the ragged edges of the two of you fit together into something whole, something better.
Third Time's the Charm (Drarry, 693 words, Teen and Up. Cinderella AU I wrote for Drarropoly)
“If you don’t tell my mother about how I refused to dance even a single dance with anyone else at the festival, I won’t tell her about your disposition for adventure.”
I also did a few prompts for flufftober, but they're really too short to be able to choose a single line from, so I'll break the rules and choose my favourite drabble, which is the microfic for the prompt Truth or Dare:
“What’s the last lie you told?”
Draco looks into guarded green eyes, helpless.
“No,” he finally grinds out. Playing Truth or Dare with Veritaserum was a stupid idea to agree to.
“What?” Granger says, but Harry’s already in front of him, so close their lips are touching.
“I knew it.”
I've been in and out of tumblr for the last months or so, and I have no idea who's done this (and also, is it maybe a bit late?), but on the off chance that someone wants to do this, I'll go ahead and tag @sassy-sassy3 @drarryruinedme7 @crazybutgood @julcheninred @evaeleanor @fictional @mags0607 @rei382
#2022 fic wrap up#if you can call it a wrap up with this meager outcome#drarry#scorbus#andithielwrites#not extensively but she still writes
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Bellamort Microfics - Call for Prompts now closed
So... because I couldn't wait, and because RL is about to get complicated writing time wise, I went through a list of prompts from a yearly event in a forum I used to write HP fic for. I used random.org to pick prompts, and then I randomized the whole list of prompts (available under the cut)
All of your asks were included. I have had loads of fun writing for some already
We have 30 prompts for September, and 31 prompts for December
If you really want me to write something else for a prompt that's not listed... send in an ask. I can be persuaded to maybe write something longer for both their birthdays. This is first come, first served.
Also, I think I'm naming both series of microfics after Hozier lyrics because his new album has me in a way music hasn't had me in a while
See you on September 1st here and on AO3
If you feel like writing along (for as many or as little as you wish, tag me please, I'll reblog it)
List Randomizer
There were 61 items in your list. Here they are in random order:
peccavimus
vengeance
sede vacante
silver
exquisite
privacy
scandalised
husband
wand
ethereal
pillow
swimming
snow
renervate
veritaserum
thunderstorm
haunted
adoration
hollow
bubblegum pink
ruins
navy blue
dancing
unworthy
ravish
delirium
chair
slap
cloudy
orange
wine
heat
birthday
indulgence
emerald
aflame
wildfire
purple
bow tie
mirror (cracked)
hypocrite
miscarriage
stygian
kiss
reverence
worship
scarf
ocean
seduce
knitting needles
sage
shivering
collared
half-blood
wedding ring
cauldron
sublimity
scarlet
celestial
dynasty
candle
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Ch. 21: Hedgehogs, Honey, & Hazelnut-Covered Strawberries
Written for @hdcandyheartsfest day 21 prompt: hug. 580 words. Many thanks to my beta @wqtson! 💛 (cw: drunk draco)
Start from beginning on AO3 here, or click the #fic: HHHS tag.
Summary:
A chance meeting—or is it a setup?—leads to the start of a relationship filled with buttery baked goods, sweet smelling flowers, and hedgehogs.~ 🌹🦔
One of Draco’s greatest flaws, besides his tendency to overthink, was his alcohol tolerance.
He got tipsy easily.
Very easily.
Pansy always said it was because he had such a high metabolism and such a slender frame that the alcohol just shot straight through his system like water through a stream.
The analogy made zero sense, in Draco’s opinion, but he couldn’t refute her—he always withheld from drinking more than one cocktail because of that, lest he get all…‘smiley’ and ‘happy,’ much unlike his usual composed, classy self.
It was positively disgusting.
Except that was exactly what happened when he went out to a lesser known nightclub with his friends, Harry, and Harry’s friends one night in order to sort of ‘mingle and get to know each other’s friends,’ but really, Draco was the only one who had to try to be friendly with Harry’s friends since Harry was already friends with three out of Draco’s four friends.
Ten minutes in, Harry was laughing it up with Draco’s fourth friend, Pansy.
The pressure was on for Draco, needless to say, no matter how many different ways Harry told him to ‘just have fun,’ and the presence of Luna, their one mutual friend, did not help Draco’s stiltedness nor his nerves.
But the strawberry mint cocktail did.
Or rather, two of them. Chugged down like he was a parched man drinking water.
Then a third one that he drank a little slower, mostly because he got snacky and shared skewers with Harry from the club’s limited food selection, and then a fourth—
“Are you sure you should be drinking that?” asked Pansy as Harry not-so-subtly took Draco’s drink and pushed it to the side. “You’re already pretty tipsy.”
“No, I’m not,” protested Draco—he felt absolutely wonderful, especially compared to earlier. “I’m doing great. Fantastic. Never felt be— Hey, where’d my drink go?!”
Blaise sipped Draco’s drink, successfully pretending it was his own.
“You already finished it,” Harry told him.
Draco blinked. “I did?”
“You did,” chimed in Ron.
Draco furrowed his brows. He couldn’t quite remember. “Mm, well, okay,” he said as he very happily hugged Harry in a snuggle and leaned his head against the crook of Harry’s neck.
Flowers. Nature. Life, mixed with a heady, clean musk.
Harry always smelled so good, and Draco couldn’t help but smile—if he was a cat, he’d be purring.
But he wasn’t, so he just nuzzled Harry’s neck instead.
“He’s not always like this when he’s drunk, is he?” Harry sounded a bit peeved.
Draco drew back. “I’m not drunk. You don’t like hugs?”
“I love them as long as I’m the only one you’re hugging,” said Harry dryly and he tugged Draco so close that Draco ended up half-sitting on his lap. “Here, drink some water.”
So Draco did.
“Don’t worry, he’s just more prone to laughter and spilling every secret he has when he drinks,” said Theo, more than highly amused. “This is a completely new thing unique to you.”
Greg nodded. “It’s like giddy Veritaserum on him. That’s why he doesn’t usually drink more than one glass.”
Ron and Ginny shared a mischievous grin, and Hermione sighed.
“Don’t you interrogate him, you two,” warned Hermione.
“Of course we won’t,” said Ron. “Who do you think we are?”
Ginny flashed a cherubic grin. “Exactly! We’ll just ask a fun question or two!”
Absolutely no one believed her.
Neville shook his head with a sigh. “Oh, boy,” he muttered under his breath.
#hdcandyheartsfest2023#drarry#drarry fic#OMF writes#fic: HHHS#drarry fanfic#harry/draco#harry x draco#hpdm#harry potter#draco malfoy
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Harry Potter Fic Recommendations
🧠 = All time favourites
🍡 = Fluff
❗ = Mature
*Updated on 19/09/2023
Draco Malfoy
🧠 A Malfoy And A Potter by mrsmikaelsxn
All too well by cassiopeiasdaughter
Live A Little, Malfoy by themissingweasley26
Nasty professor by cloudybarnes
🧠🍡 Odd one out by panda-noosh
Soft by tojiciu
🧠You and only you by teddypickerry
Theodore Nott
August by cassiopeiasdaughter
George Weasley x y/n Malfoy by joka13
Heart shaped bruises by azrielscrown
🧠 I think he knows by dreamcubed
I thought you knew by agirlsguidetolove
❗ It started as a challenge by cassiopeiasdaughter
🧠love is sour grapes by patrophthia
Shut up kiss me by azrielscrown
🧠🍡 The way I loved you by earthgirl616
Tired by mrsmikaelsxn
Touch-starved Theo by cassiopeiasdaughter
Mattheo Riddle
If I can’t have you baby by earthgirl616
🍡Magical creatures by suugarbabe
Mattheo Riddle prompts 1 and 20 by suugarbabe
Softer Side Series by suugarbabe
Sunshine and ducks by suugarbabe
Unexpected by suugarbabe
Fred Weasley
Dream Guy by themissingweasley26
🧠Fred saving you from a bludger in a match by once-upon-an-imagine
Girlfriend Wars by emeritusemeritus
How can you tell them apart? by emeritusemeritus
Right To Be Wrong by once-upon-an-imagine
🧠 🍡Something that we’re not by sergeantbuckybarnes
🧠 🍡Under the Influence by suugarbabe
George Weasley
Foolish flowers by suugarbabe
🧠 I'm not Fred by georgeweasleyslostearhq
Is that wrong? by georgeweasleyslostearhq
🧠 Veritaserum by georgeweasleyslostearhq
Wrong Twin by once-upon-an-imagine
🧠 🍡Well hello there by georgeweasleyslostearhq
Ron Weasley
🍡Completely and Utterly by qtssvnwoo
lost time by sparklingsin
🍡Ron accidentally takes a love potion by igncrantbliss
🧠 🍡Those Twins, Man by themissingweasley26
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August 4: Lies
Open to any Harry Potter femslash ship. We aim for a word count between 50 and 500, but any length is allowed. Post your fic on Tumblr (tag this blog in the post and use the hashtag #sapphicmicrofics).
Please tag your works for any potential warnings, and if you want you can add them to this AO3 collection. For more rules check here!
You can also still write for any previous prompt!
Potential ships: Dorcas/Narcissa, Cho/Marietta, Ginny/Pansy
Inspiration: Little white lies, lying under oath, veritaserum, truth or dare, being accused of lying when you’re telling the truth, covering up a murder, “of course I love you”, lying about school or drinking to your parents, Narcissa’s lie, “can you be honest with me, just once?”
See the other prompts for this month here!
See the previously written works here!
For any questions, ask here!
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for your wombo art what do you input to produce those masterpieces? <3 also - do you happen to have any personal plot bunnies for d/h fanfic?
Hi! I'm glad you like them!
I've been spending hours on Wombo – I don't really have a special formula? I just keep tweaking the prompts and generating artwork until I'm happy with the result. I have over a thousand images by now, but I've only posted a few, so quantity definitely helps in getting the kind of artwork you want. Sometimes I also do some editing in Photoshop, especially if I like the overall artwork but their faces are a bit weird or their hair colour is not right or I want to play around with something.
In terms of prompts, they can be very long (e.g. "character x does y in [specific location]") or it can just be something like "Hogwarts at night". I occasionally specify colours or adjectives too – if you write "elegant room" or "cozy room" you'll get two completely different pictures. The AI will also figure out the context based on the other terms you use. The more you tweak your prompt, the more the AI will learn what you are looking for (I assume. That seems to be the case, at least).
Not sure about plot bunnies! I tend to write a lot about sex potions / curses / magic (pretty much anything that makes them be honest, I suppose. I went on a Veritaserum sex spree for a while), but I also absolutely love reading bonding fics, forced proximity fics, and fics with sentient Grimmauld Place.
Hope this answers your questions!
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Day 31: Veritaserum
186 days.
That's how long Draco had been held in the Department of Mysteries, trapped in a cell that barely left him enough room to lie down except when they came to take him out and interrogate him.
Draco'd relived the horrors of the past two years, over and over through their invasive questioning, through their digging around in his mind, through the imperious curse, and most recently through a stint of days spent with veritaserum flowing through his veins.
He heard their footsteps coming down the hallway, their voices recapping what they'd learned so far. Day 6 of veritaserum. He used his nail to scratch another line in the wall next to his thin mattress.
187 days.
Then he heard a third voice, a voice he would have recognized anywhere. "Veritaserum?" Potter asked, sounding incredulous for some reason. "But that's illegal."
"Auror Potter, I'll remind you that you're out of your jurisdiction here. You have no say in what happens or the means used to collect intelligence that is invaluable when it comes to protecting future generations."
"And," the man, whose breath always smelled stale and turned Draco's stomach, added, "There are no 'laws' during wartime when we need to catch criminals."
"The war is over," Potter replied, voice sharp and something in the pit of Draco's stomach thrilled at that.
"Out of your jurisdiction," the woman reminded.
A moment later, there was a sharp rap of a wand against the metal bar of his cell and the man called, "Let's go, Malfoy."
He stood, moving toward the door with his head down, and that was when he felt it; the crackle of Potter's magic around him like static electricity.
Draco couldn't resist looking up at that, meeting Potter's eyes. The green was blazing, he's furious and Draco wondered what (or whom) that fury was directed at. His fists were clenched at his sides, shoulders stiff.
Even with all of the obvious tension, Potter looked good, Draco thought; healthy, strong, handsome, like he had the entire world at his feet. Which, to be fair, he probably did. He wondered what Potter saw when he looked at him.
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"Move," the woman snapped and Draco dropped his gaze from Potter, his thoughts weren't his own, not really. He couldn't afford to allow even more trouble in his mind.
He staggered down the hall, his legs feeling like they were made out of jelly, and flinched when the door to the white room opened and bright, sterile light spilled out over him. Draco made his way in and sat down in the same chair he always sat it, the shackles immediately chaining his wrists and ankles down. He fought the inevitable wave of panic as the woman walked over.
"Drink," she instructed, holding a vial to his lips.
He clenched his hands but did as he was told because it only made things worse when he didn't comply. The veritaserum flooded his mind, making his mouth feel loose and his mind feel unpleasantly open.
"Last time we talked about the treatment of muggles and muggleborns in your home under He-who-must-not-be-named, do you remember?"
"Yes," he replied.
"Today we'd like to hear about your complicity," the woman said. "We want to hear about everything that you did and that other people did to people who opposed you."
"What was it like to live in your home with He-who-must-not-be-named?"
"Horrible," Draco answered honestly, trying to keep the thoughts and memories at bay as long as he could. "I lived like a prisoner."
"The truth!" the man demanded, even though Draco couldn't have lied if he wanted to. He drew his hand back, preparing to strike Draco and Draco closed his eyes, bracing himself for the impact.
Then there was a surge of magic so strong that it made Draco breathless. He waited for the inevitable pain but there was nothing and when he opened his eyes it was to see that both of the unspeakables had collapsed forward onto the table and Potter was standing in front of him.
"Malfoy," he said and the tone of his voice made it seem like it wasn't the first time he'd said it. "Come on," he urged. "We don't have much time."
He reached out and Draco took his hand uncertainly. This couldn't be real, could it?
"Malfoy," Potter pleaded, "Please, we have to go."
Draco staggered to his feet and followed the other man down a winding set of hallways, through moving doors, and all manner of strange things before they reached a passage that wasn't dark and vaguely terrifying.
"Here," Potter said, handing him a vial. "It's polyjuice potion. You're going to look like unspeakable Harrison. Once you look like him, we're just going to walk straight out, do your best to look calm. As soon as we're outside I'm going to apparate us."
"Potter," he finally managed, "Why are you doing this?"
Potter looked at him then, really looked at him, "Can we talk about this later?" he asked. "I swear I'm not trying to trick you," he added. "Please. Just let me help you."
At this point, what did Draco have to lose? What could be worse than this? He took the potion from Potter's hand and quickly swallowed it down, trying not to gag at the unpleasant taste as his body shifted and changed.
"Keep your head down," Potter said, "Don't answer any questions. You'll still have the veritaserum in your bloodstream."
Draco nodded and Potter opened the door, it was like he morphed into a completely different person. He smiled jovially as he strode across the foyer, waving and greeting people every step of the way. Every eye in the room was on Potter and it made Draco's skin crawl to have attention focused so near to him.
It felt like an eternity but it couldn't have been more than 45 seconds before they were out of the door and Potter was offering him his elbow, "Harry Potter lives at Number 12 Grimmauld Place," he murmured.
And before Draco could ask what the bloody hell he was talking about, Potter was apparating the two of them away. They landed in the Black Ancestral Home and Draco was shocked. And confused.
So confused.
"Hold on," Potter said. "We're not out of the woods yet. Too many people know about this place." He picked up a copy of a book called Treasure Island off the side table. "Portkey," he explained quickly, "Hold on." And then as almost an after thought, he added, "Harry Potter lives at 4 Oceanview Lane."
Draco took the other side of the book and felt the hook and tug behind his belly button as they were moved through time and space.
This time when they landed, it was in soft, soft sand, and Draco staggered, trying to catch his balance. Potter clasped his elbow to steady him, "Alright?" he asked softly.
Draco nodded, "Yes," he found himself compelled to add, the Veritaserum still hadn't quite faded from his veins.
"Come on," Potter said, giving him a gentle tug toward a little cottage just up the beach.
It was a lovely little house, lots of windows and glass doors overlooking the ocean. The walls were painted in cool beiges and light blues and white curtains fluttered in the breeze.
"Are you hungry?" Potter called over his shoulder after he kicked off his shoes and headed deeper into the house.
"Starving," Draco replied and Potter turned to look at him, frowning.
"When is the last time you ate?"
He shook his head, "I don't know. Time passed funny in there. I tried to keep track," he said, "but I don't really know."
Potter's frown deepened, "Come on. Let me show you your room," he said. "I picked up some clothes for you but we'll have to go shopping later so you an pick out what you like."
"Potter," he said as he followed the other man toward the back of the house, "I don't understand."
"You're free, Draco," the other man said. "Well, not entirely because they'll be looking for you. But you're safe here, safe with me. I won't let them find you and I won't let them take you back," he added with a firm nod.
"Potter," he called again, "This doesn't even make sense."
"Please," Potter said, as though he was well aware of how little sense this all made. "I just," his shoulders slumped a bit, "I found out they were keeping you locked up in there like," he shook his head, "Like some-"
"Criminal?" Draco offered.
"Worse," Potter said, shaking his head. "And it was wrong and no one would listen to me. So this is the best I can do," he said, gesturing at the cottage around him. "A little house in the Seychelles. No one even knows this place exists except for Ron and Hermione," he added.
"i don't understand," Draco said, leaning against the wall to support himself.
"I know," Potter said, "Just. Can you trust me for now? We can talk about it more when you're not so exhausted. Come in," he added, gesturing to the room.
Draco stepped through the door to a room with hardwood floors and white walls, with a sliding glass door that lead out into the sand and the ocean beyond. The bed was covered in soft white bedding and a door at the side of the room led to a bathroom with a proper bathtub and a shower.
He was dreaming, he had to be.
"There are some things in the drawers over there for you to wear," Potter said, sounding a touch anxious. "We'll find you things you like better whenever you're ready."
He stepped over and reached out a hand to touch the bed but pulled up short when he caught sight of his filthy hands. "This is for me?" he asked, looking over at Potter.
"Yeah," he said, nodding. "There's a second room across the hall that I'm in, if you'd rather have that one, but I thought you might like to be able to see the ocean."
"I don't know what to say," he said.
"Say you'll stay," Potter asked. "At least until we can get your name cleared."
"I don't think that's ever going to happen."
Potter sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. "Maybe, but can we just cross that bridge when we get there?" he asked.
"Okay," Draco said because this was all so strange, everything felt surreal, but Potter seemed to breathe a sigh of relief at his acquiescence.
"I'll go make us some lunch," he said quickly. "Do you want to freshen up first?"
Draco nodded, "If that's okay?"
"Yeah," Potter said, nodding, "Yeah. Anything you want." He gave Draco a little smile, "Towels are in the cupboard on the left when you go into the bathroom; there's soap, shampoo, conditioner, and the like in the shower," he added. "I'll be in the kitchen. Just shout if you need anything."
Draco watched him go, still very confused. But for the first time in a very long time, just a little bit hopeful.
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Part 2 to this story is up! Read it here.
Part 3 is up! You can read it here.
Read Part 4 here!
Part 5
Day 30: Likeness | Day 32: After Wedding Fluff
Ahh! Nonnie. I did not anticipate loving this prompt so much. I could hardly bring myself to stop writing. Thanks so much for this prompt.
If y'all want more of this story, please drop me an ask or leave a comment. I'd definitely be up for writing more if people want to read it. :)
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I posted 5,499 times in 2022
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#5
OH MY GOD all the people saying that if you associate yourself with Harry Potter you're clearly transphobic etc etc
It hurts dude
All the fanfic writers and artists and kind people in the fandom are doing so so much to erase the narrow minded ideologies involved in that franchise. You think they support JKR?
JKR was the one who named a black guy 'Shacklebolt' (fine, it didn't bother me when I was little because I didn't know much about anything). She's the one who had a single somewhat-main asian character and then reduced her to a "clingy pathetic girl" because a young girl who's emotional and confused and who's boyfriend just freaking died is not a ''strong female representation". She's the one who had imperialistic contexts in a species in her stories and then mocked the only girl who tried to do something about it.
You think I support her transmisogyny? You think I support her white supremacist ideas? Buddy you think I'm white?
FINE I'm a cishet girl who hasn't faced discrimination of the kind that the trans people and other similar communities have endured but for the love of god please don't generalize the whole HP fanbase.
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#4
I just saw someone defending Snape saying that he had no personal reason/motive to save Katie Bell and i don't know i COULD be wrong but isn't that what teachers do? When your student is in danger, a teacher helps them, right?
Say, HYPOTHETICALLY, if i were a teacher, and i saw one of my students choke on something I'd immediately heimlich maneuver the shit out of them and save them. As a teacher. Because I'm supposed to care for them.
"Sneep didn't have any personal gain from saving her but he did it anyway because he's Good Like That" shut up shut up shut up shut up
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JILY CHALLENGE | AUGUST 2022 | @jilychallenge
Theme: Travel!
Prompt: "At last I find myself on top of that mountain, or in this absolute amazing place I was dying to see but now I can’t help but feel a bit sad that you are not here. But wait, what are you doing here? Are you following me around?"
Make sure to read the fic written by my lovely partner @un-peu-folle!
Constructive criticism are welcome :-)
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November Rain
JILY CHALLENGE | NOVEMBER 2022 | @jilychallenge
Theme: Tropefest!
Trope: stranded/locked up together / maybe there’s a bit of veritaserum
Prompt: "You are useless"
Partners: @practicecourts & @constancezin
Sweet thanks to @practicecourts for the title and for being my beta (go check out her fic here!) & to @constancezin for her inputs and the GORGEOUS art she did for the fic!
Summary: James Potter seeks haven in a stranger's house when he finds himself stranded on the pavement because of a storm.
Read here on ao3!
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My #1 post of 2022
JILY CHALLENGE | JUNE 2022 | @jilychallenge
Theme: Taylor Swift!
Prompt: "You got that James Dean daydream look in your eyes. And I got that red lip classic thing that you like"
Make sure to read the amazing piece being written by my partner @inthe-afterglows !
(give constructive criticism if you've got any :-D)
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AYO i'm gonna ask u for some kinky drarry fics this time 👀 i don't care who tops or bottoms so have at this prompt !! - jae x
here you go!
Dom/sub or power play
Higher and Higher (Temptation) by birdsofshore (EWE, 28K, E, Auror Harry, Curse Breaker Draco)
Only Harry Potter could manage to put on a magical collar on impulse and find himself unable to take it off again. Now following Draco’s direct orders gives him intense pleasure, and Draco has a whole heap of troubles to deal with, not least the way Potter looks when the collar has him gasping with bliss. The whole situation would test the morals of a saint... and Draco’s no saint.
Sex, Lies, and Veritaserum by lettered (EWE, 17K, E, kink negotiation, established relationship)
This entire fic is one long conversation about sex.
**Far From The Tree by aideomai (8th year, 112K, E, CNTW, Time Travel, Secret Relationship)
The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.
Inside Your Mind by lazywonderland (8th year, 36K, E, first time, PTSD)
Goyle's taken it upon himself to act as Malfoy's personal, one-man guard and Harry can't help but feel like it's only making the bullying worse.
(Not) In Control by loveglowsinthedark (EWE, 4K, E, established relationship)
He doesn’t question it, Harry, when Draco doesn’t relinquish his grip on Harry’s wrists, willingly tipping his head back and sighing with each laving suck Draco bites into his neck, little tremors wracking him by the time Draco lifts ruthless teeth off his thoroughly bruised throat.
“Keep your hands here, hm?” Draco cajoles, finally releasing his wrist, and Harry blinks, a tiny crease appearing between his bushy eyebrows, the slight haze of intoxication still evident in his eyes despite the shower, but keeps his hands, palms up, on either side of his head. Draco smiles softly, nuzzling his jaw before gnawing his way up, stubble scratching his lips and tongue, and running the tip of his nose around the curve of Harry’s ear. “Sometimes you’re not in control, Harry. And that’s okay.”
Tonight, Draco takes the reins; Harry yields, willingly.
**If an Injury Is to Be Inflicted by shealwaysreads (onereader) (EWE, 44K, E, Violence, BAMF Harry, BAMF Draco, Morally Grey Characters, Dark Characters)
If an injury has to be done to a man it should be so severe that his vengeance need not be feared.
Harry Potter disappeared a year after the Battle of Hogwarts, and with him went all hope for true change in magical Britain.
Three years later, Draco indulges himself and attends his first Dog Fight—the infamous underground fights with no rules, no referee, and no points system bar blood on the floor. The game was simple: you win, or you die.
A glint of green amidst the blood-red changes everything.
Other
The Invisible Man by Faith Wood (faithwood) (EWE, 9K, E, Voyeurism)
Sometimes unforeseen side effects aren't the worst thing that can happen to a person.
I Feel You (8th year, 23K, M, Hate sex, dub con)
Harry and Draco take a potion that is supposed to link their hearts together, but end up connecting a different type of organ entirely.
**In Pieces by dysonrules (EWE, 85K, Ghost Sex, Professor Harry)
Harry returns to Hogwarts as the new DADA instructor, only to find his teaching efforts thwarted by a very familiar ghost.
Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (EWE, 10K, E, aural kink, coming out)
Harry's not gay – he just likes listening to exciting stories about Aurors. It's not his fault that the narrator's voice is so smooth, so expressive... and really rather hot.
Career choices: Harry: Ministry of Magic desk job; Draco: m/m romance narrator
Like Cinderella, But With Cock by loveglowsinthedark (EWE, 8K, E, PWP, Humor)
”Oh, shit,” he groans, “This is like Cinderella, isn’t it?! Like Cinderella, but with cock. Cock instead of slippers.”
Where Harry’s hexed so that he can’t lose his erection until he sleeps with his soulmate. If only those were easier to find.
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Loyalty
This is the participation for "Tie" prompt for @drarrymicrofic. Here the previous fic.
Words count : 868.
"You can't possibly think about that mate.." Said Ron with big eyes. "He's Draco. Draco Malfoy ! The git used to bully us since our first day at school."
"Ron is right, since when do you befriend Draco anyway?" Asked Hermione doubthouglly.
Harry gulped in anxiety. The kitchen's table was full with all Order's members, three days after Christmas. Snape was here and he looked like something went wrong the moment he pushed the door.
"I told you that Draco let us alone this year and it was because I.. teach all the Slytherin."
"YOU WHAT?" Exclaimed both Ron and Hermione.
"I gave DADA classes for the Slytherin too and they spy Umbridge for me." Said Harry, throwing his hand on his black hairs.
"But, when? Where?" Asked Hermione.
"At night like us and it depends. We have a spot in the forest or in the Room of Requirement."
"Spy for us? But you never let us know what-.."
"Umbridge uses Veritaserum on students and the Ministry isn't aware of that. She uses a memory spell on students so they cannot remember their meeting so they're no clue."
"And Malfoy told you that ? How can you possibly think this is the truth?" Asked Ronald in anger.
"Because.." Intervened Snape with a deep voice. " I confirm this information. I provided her with the potion but I didn't know the Ministry wasn't aware of that."
"Severus!" Said Molly indignantly. "How could you do that to children!"
"Dumbledore told me so." Shrugged the professor.
"Dumbledore? This man would never touch a single hair of his students ! How could you possibly say that!" Asked Remus.
"It doesn't matter what I think. You should be preoccupied by the Dark Lord. He's up to something and we don't know what yet."
"Like we can trust you Snivellus." Snorted Sirius.
Harry sighed in exasperation, putting his hand on the bridge of his nose. Dumbledore and Snape told him two days ago that the Order would never understand, even the old headmaster was difficult to convince to accept Harry's demand.
The Gryffindor felt a light pressure on his shoulder that made him come back to life. No one was around him but he knew who it was and nodded slightly.
"Listen, even if you don't understand why I asked Dumbledore, it's done. Malfoy is joining the Order." Said Harry firmly.
"You're mad. And how will you convince the ferret to join us? 'Hey Malfoy, we hate you, you hate us, but come join our secret society against your Lord and all your fucking family'? What do you think he would answer?" Asked Ron in a mocking way.
"I'll say 'If I don't have to share Weasel's room, count me in.'" Said Malfoy jokingly as he pushed away Harry's invisibility cloak, the green of the Slytherin uniform flashing between the red and orange clothes of the Weasley. "But you've got a point, I would have laughed at this statement months ago."
Everyone gasped in surprise or horror, Hermione put her hands on her mouth while Ron, Fred, George and Ginny had a hard grip on their wands. Harry sensed this at the same moment and pulled his wand against everyone in a protective way, pushing Malfoy behind him with one arm. Malfoy didn't complain and Harry thanked him mentally for that.
"Calm down young people!" Shouted Molly in distress, not knowing what to do, looking at everyone in anger "Harry dear, since when is the young Malfoy here?"
"I brought him up with me." Snapped Severus in impatience. "The boy is safe, Dumbledore himself made him drink veritaserum and gave him the password for the fidelius charm."
"So, Malfoy is joining Dumbledore's army? Just like this?" Asked Ginny in disbelief.
"Not Dumbledore's army." Scoffed the blonde, pushing Harry at the same time. "I would never trust that old man."
"Mate ! Are you fucking serious? You heard him, we can't trust him!" Shouted Ron holding his wand pointed to the Slytherin.
"What your tongue Weasel. And for your information, I only trust Potter here and I will only be loyal to him."
Both Ron and Draco's wands were now touching and no one dared to speak.
"STOP!" Shouted Harry, putting his body between them and grabbed both their collards with rage. "Ron, what is done is done. You have to understand my choices. If not, sweet yourself." Ron grumbled and stayed back, sitting on his chair. " And you Malfoy, you're not the little Prince here, so stop your drama right now and obey!"
Draco's eyes glittering in surprise when Harry pulled Draco's tie closer and now they were only an inch away from each other. Harry could smell Draco's cologne and made his hair stabd up on his body but at that moment he decided to push the feeling away.
"It's our deal. I protect you and you help us in this war. Treat my friends badly and I'll gladly let you down at Voldermort. Understand?"
Harry's anger wasn't new for the students since the first semester but it was certainly new for the adults and Draco only gulped in fear and nodded in silence. Harry let go of the green tie and walked away from the kitchen, going into his room only to let all the other in agaped.
Edit : Here the next chapter.
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