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dorthyanndrarry · 10 days ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -12-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 11 || Part 13 ->
Draco went straight from the back of the building, up the stairs, to Elle’s flat. His mind was only on one thing, or several things, or several bottles waiting for him. His hand shook as he raised it to knock.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut.
It was too much. It was so much. And he just wanted it to stop, just stop for a little while.
He tried to tell himself it was just Potter, just stupid fucking Potter. The last thing he was supposed to care about was what scar-head said. There was just something- something about the way Potter stood, the- his fists- Draco’s breathing stuttered in his chest- the way he threw the money, like a voice in his head saying, foolish boy.
Draco shuddered, his knuckles brushing against the wood.
The door swung open and Draco jumped back with a startled laugh.
“Fucking hell, Draco!” Elle chided and laughed, “You scared the shit out of me!”
Draco wobbled backwards until his back pressed against the railing.
“Looking for something?” Elle teased. “Like a pillow?”
“Right,” Draco nodded, “My pillow.”
“It got pushed under my dresser,” Elle frowned and stepped close. “Draco?” She touched his shoulder lightly.
Draco jumped, his whole body feeling like a live wire, he tried to laugh again, but it came out forced.
“Sorry,” Elle said, pulling her hand back.
“It’s fine,” Draco said. “It’s fine.”
“I can tell that it’s not,” Elle said, “Can I help?”
“I ...I don’t know,” Draco managed.
“Let’s walk,” Elle said.
“What?” Draco said, confused.
“It helps. It feels like running away,” Elle smiled ruefully, “A little bit. But a little bit is enough.”
Elle grabbed a rolling cart from inside her apartment and quickly shut and locked the door. When she headed down the stairs, Draco followed her.
“Is it- Are you okay to be out?” Draco asked.
“I feel good today,” Elle said, “So I wanted to do some shopping. Grocery deliveries are all well and good, but they can’t pick out the perfect colour of toothbrush or the fluffiest bath towel.”
Draco nodded silently.
“The thing is, my health gets worse every year,” Elle said, her tone deliberately light. “There’s this saying, ‘live like you’re dying’ well, I live like I’m deteriorating. Someday, I won’t be able to go out like this. Someday, I may not be able to live on my own, but until that day comes, I want to do anything and everything that I can, while I can still do it.”
“That’s...” Draco trailed off.
“Don’t say ‘brave’,” Elle laughed, “It’s just realistic. And I’ve cried plenty over it. Anyone would. It’s a shitty thing, what my body is doing to me.”
“I wasn’t going to say brave,” Draco said.
“I wasn’t sure what I was going to say,” Draco said.
Elle laughed. She slowed down so they could walk side by side.
“So?” Elle said.
“So, you look a bit worse for wear,” Elle said. “Did you have a rough night?”
Draco smiled faintly to himself, “I wish. I’m a bit... sober at the moment.”
Elle hesitated, “That’s… is that good?”
Draco laughed.
“You’ve never tried to sober up before,” Elle said.
“It’s for a lark mostly,” Draco said.
“That’s not something you do on a lark,” Elle said, “Does it have anything to do with that bloke who stole your rent hanging around?”
Draco scowled.
“Uhuh,” Elle said.
“We made a deal,” Draco said, “He wants to make up for all the shit he’s done.”
“And that includes being sober?” Elle said, “Because from what I know of you, that seems more like a punishment than help.”
“Potter thinks he can save me,” Draco said. “I’m not supposed to fuck around either. Literally.”
Elle wrinkled her nose, “What do you get out of this?”
“A place to stay.”
“I was happy to give you that,” Elle said.
“You weren’t any trouble. And I mean that,” Elle said.
“Well… I felt bad about it,” Draco said.
Elle gave him a look.
“What?” Draco said defensively.
“You’re always helping us, but it’s like pulling teeth trying to do even the smallest favour back,” Elle said.
They stopped at the corner, waiting for the lights to change. The traffic was growing steadily heavier as they got closer to the shopping centre.
“So, what are you getting out of this? Because it seems like it’s just… more trouble for you,” Elle said.
“It’s- Well… when you put it like that-”
Elle snorted.
“It’s complicated,” Draco said.
“Ooo, do tell,” Elle said.
Draco laughed.
They crossed the street, and Elle headed towards a small discount shop Draco had never been in before.
“We went to school together. Same year, different houses,” Draco said.
“You were the rich brat, and he was scholarship student-” Elle said, with an airy voice.
“It sounds like the start of a million kids books. Very cliché,” Elle said.
“Potter might dress like he fell out of a wheely bin, but from what I’ve heard, his parents left him quite an inheritance,” Draco said.
“He’s an orphan?”
“A tragic orphan?” Elle asked conspiratorially.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Yes.”
“I’m afraid that makes up for the secretly wealthy bit,” Elle said, “Still cliché.”
Draco frowned.
“So? Tell me more.”
Draco remained silent.
“Come on,” Elle cajoled.
“You’re going to laugh,” Draco said.
Elle grinned, “That only makes it better.”
Draco sighed, “...We were rivals.”
“Of course you were!” Elle laughed.
“You’re lucky I needed to go shopping, as well,” Draco said, grabbing one of the plastic baskets next to the door.
“What else, what else?” Elle asked.
“You’re the worst,” Draco muttered.
“Were you footy rivals too?” Elle asked.
Draco didn’t respond.
“You were, weren’t you!?”
Elle cackled with delight, completely indifferent to all the people staring at them. Draco spotted an aisle with toothpaste and headed down it. He frowned at the toothbrushes and picked out a two-pack, decorated with bright neon colours and a suction cup on the bottom to stick to the sink.
“I like those too,” Elle said, joining him, “They’re for kids, but the bristles are softer, and it’s smaller. I hate how big normal toothbrushes are. I have a very small mouth.”
“Seems like a very big mouth to me,” Draco said, putting the toothbrushes into his basket and moving down to the toothpaste.
“Ouch,” Elle said lightly, “I hit a nerve, huh?”
“I’ve lived my whole life without the knowledge that my childhood was some sort of cliched nonsense, and then you come along-”
“Sorry! Sorry!” Elle said. “I was just teasing!”
Draco frowned at the stupid amount of different kinds of toothpaste and picked a random box with a lot of sparkles on it.
“You don’t talk about yourself much,” Elle said, “Except the cult thing, which is pretty… amazing on its own but, I mean, it’s nice to talk about other stuff.”
“You’re fine,” Draco said, “I’m...I’m just not used to teasing.”
“Your friends never teased you before?” Elle asked.
“They did, sometimes,” Draco frowned to himself, “Not often. My father commanded a lot of respect.”
“Your father did? Not you,” Elle said.
“It was the cult thing,” Draco said, “Most of my friends were the kids of other people in the cult or scared of who my father was or… yeah.”
Elle put an arm around Draco’s back and gave him a squeeze.
“What’s that for?” Draco asked.
“No reason,” Elle said, “What else do you need to buy?”
Draco gave her a suspicious look. “A razor and shaving cream. Something to wear that isn’t… this,” he gestured down at himself.
“I wasn’t going to say anything….” Elle said.
“I know,” Draco said.
“Teasing again,” Elle said.
Draco rolled his eyes, “What else do you need?”
“A new towel and a bra, some other clothes, maybe some socks if they have some that are really soft and fuzzy,” Elle said.
Draco nodded, “Then perhaps you can explain how bra sizing works.”
Elle snorted, “You think I know?”
“You wear them, don’t you?” Draco said.
“Yeah, but I figured out my size by trial and error. And half the time, it’s different depending on the brand and material it’s made of,” Elle said.
“That’s ridiculous,” Draco said.
“Yup. I usually just wear sports bras, but I like to have a few nice ones. They’re my going out bras,” Elle said.
Draco grinned.
“I’m glad I ran into you,” Elle said, “Shopping is always more fun with someone else.”
Draco nodded, “Yeah, it is.”
Draco returned late in the afternoon, after spending most of the day Elle. They shopped for several hours and then dawdled in a fast food place for a while before making their way back to the building.
“You can come back and stay with me,” Elle said as they walked back up the street.
“I know,” Draco said, pulling Elle’s rolling basket behind them, both their bags piled into it.
“Are you even friends with- with Potter now?” Elle asked.
“No. Definitely not,” Draco said.
“You never said what you were getting out of staying with him,” Elle said.
“Danish,” Draco said.
Elle looked up at him in confusion.
“He bought me danish and made me some sub-par coffee,” Draco said.
“That’s it?” Elle said.
“No...” Draco said.
“I’m thinking.”
“Draco, you can just move back in with me. I haven’t even moved my furniture back yet,” Elle said.
Draco grimaced, “...I can’t.”
“We made a deal… I quit drinking and sleeping around, and he gives me everything I want,” Draco said.
“Like danish.”
“And terrible coffee,” Draco said with a nod.
Elle raised her eyebrows.
“He gave me the money to go shopping as well.” Draco said, “And it’s only been a day.”
Elle puffed out her cheeks and blew out a raspberry.
Draco laughed in surprise.
“I just have a bad feeling about it. You don’t have a great history with the guy,” Elle said.
You have no idea, Draco thought and very much didn’t say.
“And I don’t just mean when you were in school,” Elle went on, “He took your rent money so that you lost your flat. Because he thought you stole it. And now he’s trying to fix you? It just feels... icky.”
“It’s not like that,” Draco said.
Elle made a face.
“And I can leave at any time,” Draco said, “Besides, he’s going to break first.”
“He promised me ‘whatever I want!’ That’s ridiculous! Being sober is… fucking atrocious, to be honest, but it’s the only difficult part of my side of the deal,” Draco said.
“You’re not in school anymore, Draco,” Elle said sharply, “You don’t have to compete with him. You don’t have to win.”
“You should put you first,” Elle said. She frowned and repeated stubbornly, “I really think you should put you first.”
Their pace slowed as they stepped through the archway leading into the courtyard.
Draco frowned to himself.
Elle let out a huge sigh and waved her hands emphatically, “You don’t have to do anything I say. It’s your life. Don’t let other people control your life.”
Draco blinked.
“That said, I care about you, and I’m worried, and I want you to be safe,” Elle looked up at him, “Does that make sense?”
Draco nodded, “It does.”
“Okay,” Elle said. “Good. Today was great. I’m glad we got to hang out.”
“I am as well,” Draco said.
Elle smiled faintly, “You should have this Potter bloke buy you a cell phone, so we can go out again the next time my traitorous body lets me.”
“It couldn’t hurt to ask,” Draco said.
Elle grinned, “Now, if you don’t mind, would you help me carry my bags upstairs?”
“Of course,” Draco said.
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dorthyanndrarry · 3 days ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -13-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 12 ||
Chapter 7
Draco woke with a gasp, heart racing and blinking fiercely into the darkness as the image of the plummeting fall slowly faded from his mind. He tugged the sweaty fabric away from his skin with a grimace. He remembered that he was still wearing Potter’s clothes and dragged the t-shirt over his head, wadding it up into a ball and throwing it across the room.
He pushed the blanket down to his feet and grabbed the plastic shopping bag he had left on the end of his mattress. Draco left Potter’s baggy joggers in a crumpled pile on the floor, unceremoniously kicking them under the sink. He took another shower, turning the dial for hot water until it wouldn’t go any further, but the water remained pleasantly warm and refused to get any hotter. But at least it washed the sweat from his skin.
He shaved and brushed his teeth, putting his small neon coloured toothbrush next to Potter’s boring blue one. Potter hadn’t been in the flat when he had come back from his day with Elle, and from how unsettlingly quiet everything remained, Draco guessed that Potter was still out. It was mildly baffling what Potter would be doing out in the middle of the night. He hadn’t struck Draco as the type to go out clubbing.
The last things left in the bag were a few items of clothes. Pants, jeans that were too stiff, black t-shirts sold in packs of three and some very soft socks that Elle had found. A few cleaning charms helped make the jeans softer; he added tailoring spells to lengthen the legs and tighten the waist. Draco pulled on a t-shirt and brought the fabric up to his nose without thinking, but it just smelled like new clothes and plastic.
Draco dropped all the extra things on the end of his mattress and walked into the dark living room, using a lumos to find the light switch on the far wall. The light made the room feel emptier than it had been before. He went into the small horseshoe-shaped kitchen and put the kettle on to boil, opening cupboards until he found Potter’s tea.
There were boxes of black tea, bags of fancy green teas mixed with fruit, and a few herbal teas, all shoved haphazardly on the same shelf. Draco went through and smelled each one while he waited for the water to boil, picking a sweet green tea mixed with coconut, lemongrass and ginger. Potter had nearly as many mugs as he did teas. Draco sat on the countertop as he took out each mug and examined it. There was a bright orange Chudley Cannon’s mug, a Weasley's Wizard Wheezes mug, a black mug that had ‘reading is lit!’ written in white, a mug emblazoned with the Gryffindor seal, wrapped in red and gold-
A shrill whistle from the kettle made Draco jump, and he quickly moved it off the heat and turned off the burner.
Draco pushed the other mugs aside until he found the largest one, a green and gold Holyhead Harpy mug. The paint was far more faded and chipped than on the other mugs.
Draco filled the mug, cradling it in his hands as it heated the ceramic until his hands stung. The small digital clock on top of the oven said it was two in the morning. He stared at the clock as the minutes passed, and water inside the mug began to cool before adding the green tea. The steam lifting from the cup was instantly sweetened, but after three minutes of steeping, he added sugar anyway.
Draco idly scraped his thumbnail over the Holyhead Harpies gold lettering, scratching off the faded paint.
This time of night, he normally would have been leaving a bar. Or already left, to spend the night in someone’s arms. Even if he hadn’t found someone to go home with, he would have drunk himself blind and passed out in his own bed to sleep most of the next day off.
He had to wonder if days had always been so long. So empty.
Draco sighed and sipped his tea. It was too sweet.
He cast a stasis charm over the mug as he set it on the counter. He’d come back to it later.
Draco turned on the tv and flipped between the channels. Late night programming was a mix between strange and boring with no middle ground. He chewed on his thumb absently as the different colours and lights flashed across the screen, shifting his weight from foot to foot and back again. He went back to the kitchen, drank more tea, moved it to the coffee table. He sat on the couch but couldn’t stop bouncing his leg.
Draco gave up on the tv and stood up, going to Potter’s room and opening the door. It was empty, which Draco had been fairly certain of, but he was still surprised it hadn’t been locked, cursed or alarmed. It seemed incredibly stupid to him that Potter would trust Draco around his things. It wasn’t as if Potter didn’t care about his things; he had to. Like the photos.
Draco found himself standing in front of the collage of pictures above Potter’s dresser. He searched through them, watching the wizarding ones through their loops one person at a time. Potter had his mother’s smile, the way it crinkled up at the corners of her eyes the same way. Potter’s father’s hair was a carbon copy of his, but a few pictures of the older Potter showed that he could control it sometimes.
Draco blinked at the picture of Sirius Black; they had similar eyes, the same grey. He had been very handsome once. He found one photo of Sirius with a young Remus Lupin. Sirius had his arm slung around Lupin’s neck, pulling him close. At the end of the loop, their faces almost met.
Draco stared at that for a long time, wondering if he was naive in thinking maybe they had kissed. It made him wish he had had the chance to meet his cousin just to have someone in his family he could talk to about… about being different from everything he was supposed to be.
Draco brushed his fingers over that photo before stepping back. He found a copy of the Quibbler on Potter’s nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, flipping through it. He was almost certain it wouldn’t have made any more sense if he tried to read it when he was well-rested.
Draco put the magazine back. As he was leaving, he spotted a large plastic basket near the door filled with clothes and plucked a flannel shirt off the top, shrugging it on over his t-shirt. It was soft and warm against his skin.
Draco returned to the couch, laying down on the plush red upholstery and letting his eyes drift shut, half-listening to the people on tv. He must have dozed off because when he opened his eyes again, it was to the piercing light of dawn.
Draco yawned and pulled his socked foot up onto the counter where he was sitting, resting his cheek on his knee as he watched the toaster beside him. Inside, the little metal wires glowed red with heat. Draco let his hand hover over the top, warming his palm.
There was a crack of apparition from inside Potter’s room followed by a faint, tired groan.
Draco levitated the kettle over to himself, pulling off the lid and directing it into the sink. He had to set it down in the bottom before turning on the water and filling the kettle. As he put the lid back on and put it on the hob, turning on the heat with another spell, Draco had to wonder at his own ineptitude. Then again, charm twining, casting and overlapping multiple charms at once with wordless casting was something they were meant to learn in seventh year.
The toaster popped with a horrible metal sound.
“Jesus-fucking-christ!” Potter said in startled surprise.
Draco turned his head to look at Potter, just outside the kitchen. The shadows under his eyes weren’t a patch on Draco’s own, but they were fairly impressive.
“Malfoy? What the fuck are you doing?” Potter asked.
Draco gestured mutely to the toaster.
“I meant- It’s six in the morning,” Potter said.
“I did notice that,” Draco said flatly.
Potter narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to get a better look at Draco, “Did you sleep last night?”
“Take a wild fucking guess,” Draco said flatly, then before Potter could answer, “A few hours, I think.”
Potter frowned.
“Don’t be a hypocrite, Potter. You were gone all night,” Draco said.
“That was for work. There was an… incident. They needed all aurors on deck,” Potter said.
Draco noticed that Potter was indeed wearing the trousers and dragonhide boots for his auror uniform. He must have shrugged the robes off in his room.
Potter sighed, “And here I was trying to be careful and not wake you.”
Draco smiled faintly, “Sometimes you can be very considerate for an arsehole.”
“And I see you helped yourself to one of my shirts again,” Potter said.
Draco looked down at the flannel shirt hanging open loosely over his t-shirt and felt weirdly embarrassed. “I was cold,” he said, carefully pulling a waffle out of the toaster.
Potter stepped further into the kitchen as the kettle began to whistle faintly and turned off the stove. He picked up the green mug Draco had left next to the sink, still half full of stasis-warm tea.
“It was too sweet,” Draco said.
Potter glanced over at him, “I didn’t think that was a problem for you.”
Draco shrugged one shoulder. He grabbed the knife sticking out a jar of Nutella; the chocolatey hazelnut spread, melting as he swiped it across the waffle.
Potter brow furrowed, and then he took a sip of Draco’s abandoned tea.
“See? Too sweet,” Draco said.
“This is one of the green teas?” Potter said.
“Whenever I made them, they were bitter,” Potter said, taking another drink. “I never understood why she liked them.”
“You have to let the water cool,” Draco said.
“What?” Potter looked up in confusion.
Draco nibbled on the corner of a waffle, “With green teas, you have to let the water cool for a few minutes. If it’s actually at boiling, it scorches the leaves and makes them bitter.”
“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Potter said.
Draco wondered, rather belatedly who ‘she’ was.
“Why does my mug say ‘Holy pies’ instead of ‘Holyhead Harpies’?” Potter asked.
Draco figured the answer to that ought to be fairly obvious, so instead, he asked, “What do you suppose a holy pie is anyway? Do you think the pope would be involved, or could any old priest wave his hands over a pie and make it holy?” He took another bite of waffle and chewed slowly. “...can you eat a pie once it’s holy, or would that be sacrilege?”
Potter frowned at him in confusion, “Wha- Where did you even learn about the pope?”
“There was this one flat I lived in for a while. Really, really shite neighbourhood. This young priest would come around to talk to people. He was trying to get us to come to his church, to save us, but he helped people out even if they weren’t interested. And he didn’t mind answering all my stupid questions. Was rather nice to look at as well,” Draco took the other waffle out of the toaster and began applying nutella.
Potter frowned “...Toaster waffles? With- what are you doing to them?”
“Nutella. Or well, off-brand nutella,” Draco said,  “I could only afford a knock-off version with the money I had left.” He held out the waffle to Potter.
“You could use more chocolate in your life,” Draco said.
Potter sighed and begrudgingly took the waffle from Draco.
“It won’t kill you,” Draco said.
Potter took a bite off the corner and conceded, “It’s pretty good.”
Draco nodded.
“Not really breakfast food, though, is it?” Potter said.
“Where in the rule book does it say that?” Draco asked.
Potter made a face, “I mean, it’s just one of those things. Unwritten rules.”
“They tend to be the stupidest kind,” Draco said, “The only good thing about being an adult is you can eat whatever you like, whenever you like.”
“And sit on countertops apparently,” Potter said.
“It’s very satisfying,” Draco said.
Potter rolled his eyes, “It’s unsanitary.”
“That’s what cleaning spells are for. More waffles?” Draco asked.
“…Nah, I better not. I want to get a couple hours of sleep and clean up before the- the press thing,” Potter said sourly.
“Mr Potter is as popular as ever. Do things ever change?” Draco said.
“Unfortunately not,” Potter glowered.
“Tea?” Draco asked, looking through the cupboard for another mug.
“This is fine,” Potter said, lifting Draco’s old half-finished cup.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“Waste not, want not,” Potter said under his breath as he deliberately took another drink of tea.
Draco found a mug at the back of the shelf that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. It had a picture of a kitten on it clinging to a branch. Beside the kitten, it read ‘Hang In There!’ in large comic sans type with all apparent sincerity.
Draco gave the mug a cursory wipe out with a kitchen towel before filling it with hot water and a teabag from one of the nicer black teas.
“He didn’t manage it then,” Potter said out of nowhere.
Draco frowned at him.
“The priest. He was trying to save people but, you- well, you’re-”
“A massive fuck-up. Yes, I have noticed,” Draco said sarcastically. “I would hazard to guess he was trying to save people in the religious sense. Not the drinking themselves to death way.”
Potter chewed on his bottom lip, looking down at the mug in his hands. “So you were drinking even before you were living at that place? The flat I saw?”
“...I think I started drinking when I was seventeen.”
“What?” Potter looked up, startled. “Seventeen?”
Draco absently toyed with the sting on his teabag, fighting down a yawn. “...Hm… might have been sixteen. Yeah... I think that was before my birthday.”
“Malfoy, that’s- I...” Potter’s words seemed to die in his throat.
Draco took the teabag out of his cup and vanished it.
Potter awkwardly looked back down into his mug.
“Weren’t you going to sleep?” Draco asked. He dropped his foot off the edge of the counter, looking around for the sugar bowl. Draco frowned; everything was a mess.
Potter lifted the mug to his lips, finished the tea, and set it in the sink. He grabbed the sugar bowl sitting on the other side of the kitchen and handed it to Draco.
“You should probably try getting some sleep too,” Potter said.
“I have to go to group counselling today,” Draco said.
“Three? Two?” Draco said. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to remember the exact time but couldn’t.
“Then we can both sleep for five or six hours,” Potter said, “I’ll wake you up by noon. Alright?”
Draco blinked. Potter’s tone made him feel off balance.
“Malfoy?” Potter asked.
Draco nodded silently.
“...Good,” Potter said. He stood there for an awkward moment then left, going into the bathroom.
Draco finished his tea, listening to Potter clean up, going from the bathroom to his bedroom. As silence fell over the flat once more, Draco slid off the counter and went back to his mattress.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 Next weeks update will be the Liar’s Department Lightly Haunted Special. It’s not directly related to halloween but it is lightly haunted. and hopefully funny💜
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dorthyanndrarry · a month ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -8-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 7 || Part 9 ->
Chapter 5
“You know you can stay as long as you like,” Elle said, following Draco out of her flat onto the landing.
“I appreciate you letting me stay-” Draco said.
“I know my brother was a wanker to you the other day, but you shouldn’t mind him,” Elle said.
“It’s fine, Elle,” Draco assured her. “It’s only temporary, and if things don’t work out, I might need to move back in anyway, so enjoy your freedom while you have it.”
Elle sighed, “I’m going to have to make my own tea, then?”
Draco laughed. “I can always stop by every morning and brew you a cup.”
“Shut up,” Elle said lightly, smacking his arm.
“I’ll come back and visit whenever I can,” Draco said.
Elle smiled faintly, “We can survive without you, you know.”
“Of course. You lot are the strongest people I know,” Draco said, “The thing is, I consider you friends and would like to see you.”
Elle laughed and hugged him. “Are you going to tell everyone?”
“If they’re around, but I’m sure you’ll pass on the gossip to everyone else,” Draco said.
“I’m not a gossip,” Elle said.
“You’re the worst gossip I’ve ever met, Elle. Don’t ever change,” Draco said.
Elle rolled her eyes and leaned over the railing to wave him off.
Draco had come by earlier while Elle was still asleep to shrink down his mattress and stuff it into his pocket. He had pretended to come back for the rest of his things which amounted to the clothes he had stolen from Potter and his old winter cloak. He hadn’t been able to bring himself to throw away what was left of his alcohol, so he had left it in the back of a cupboard Elle wasn’t using.
He walked around the back of the building and took out his wand, looking around half-heartedly to make sure no one was around before he apparated to Potter’s apartment.
It looked exactly like Draco remembered from the last time he was here. Potter had changed the wards to let Draco in, but he didn’t think Potter would be here. He had a job, theoretically.
Potter had offered him the couch, which was very comfortable, but Draco wanted at least a small piece of something that was just his own. There was a tiny hallway separating the kitchen from the bathroom. The bathroom door opened inward so he wouldn’t be in the way. Draco took his mattress out of his pocket and resized it in the back corner, adding a new cushioning charm to make up for the shitiness of the mattress.
He leaned his head against the wall, squeezing his eyes shut for a second to try and ease the throbbing pain behind his eyes, but it was no use. Draco decided he had done enough for what felt like a year and kicked off his shoes before crawling onto the mattress, covered only by a fitted sheet worn thin from repeated cleaning spells. He laid down, already regretting his decision to do this and be here. He wanted to be back in Elle’s flat with his half a bottle of whiskey and almost empty bottle of rum. He kept putting off finishing the rum, but he would gladly do so now. But that would require moving, and he would rather die. So he curled up in a ball and closed his eyes as a wave of nausea rolled over him.
“Malfoy? Are you awake?” A voice called from somewhere.
Draco didn’t answer. Sweat crawled down his neck and back, soaking through the thin t-shirt he was wearing. His hands kept shaking, and he clutched them tightly to his chest to make them stop.
“Really? Here?” Potter said, his footsteps stopping outside the hallway entrance.
Draco opened one eye and glared up at Potter. “You have a guest room I don’t know about?” he asked, his voice cracking and rough.
Potter’s eyes narrowed, and he moved closer, kneeling down beside the mattress, “You look like shit.”
“And now you’re stealing my lines,” Draco muttered.
“Do you need to go to St. Mungo’s?” Potter asked, hovering close like he wanted to check on Draco whilst also making sure not to actually touch him.
Draco shrugged one shoulder. He had gone too long without drinking before but always managed to get a drink before it got this bad.
“...You’re going through withdrawal, I think,” Potter said.
“Genius deduction, they teach you that in auror school?” Draco muttered.
Potter sighed, “Why are you so difficult?”
“I’m not difficult; you’re a moron,” Draco said.
“Get up,” Potter said.
Draco considered this and decided that was the last thing on earth he wanted to do, right after moving and breathing and existing.
“Get up,” Potter repeated, “I’m taking you to Mungo’s.”
“No,” Draco said, trying to squeeze himself into an even tighter ball.
Potter sighed in frustration, “I could make you, you know.”
“You can’t save me against my will; that breaks the bargain,” Draco said.
Potter scrubbed a hand through his hair with muttered, “fuck” under his breath.
“Shouldn’t have promised me whatever I wanted,” Draco said, almost laughing and then shuddering and taking a deep breath, hissing it out through his teeth as his stomach lurched.
“You know they probably have some sort of potion to help with all this, right?” Potter said.
Draco didn’t respond.
“You can’t like feeling this sick. You never had a tolerance for much of any sort of pain in school, or discomfort for that matter. Or inconvenience,” Potter said.
“I learned,” Draco said.
“For spite, though-” Potter said thoughtfully.
Draco smiled faintly.
“-I can imagine you doing quite a bit out of spite.” Potter sighed, “So what do you want?”
“Not this,” Draco muttered.
“This what?”
“This everything,” Draco said, glaring half-heartedly at Potter.
Potter almost laughed but just managed to catch himself. “Malfoy, if you want this to be less shitty, you’re going to have to go to Mungo’s.”
Draco turned his face into the mattress. He could just imagine how they would look at him, how he would be treated by the healers there.
Potter shifted his weight, a floorboard under his feet squeaking in protest.
“Come on, Malfoy,” Potter said, “Want me to carry you like a princess?”
Draco huffed a faint laugh, “Damseling me again, Potter?”
“If it works,” Potter said.
Draco rolled onto his side, “I want a danish.”
“A Danish?”
“Raspberry is my favourite,” Draco said, “with cream cheese.”
Potter smiled and tried to turn it into a frown, “Anything else, princess?”
“Done,” Potter said.
“And a kiss?” Draco raised an eyebrow.
Potter snorted in amusement, “Come on, Malfoy.”
“At least help me up,” Draco said, managing to get to his knees.
Potter caught his arm and pulled Draco to his feet. He had a strong grip and easily balanced Draco against his swaying world.
“Ready?” Potter asked.
“I think apparition might kill me,” Draco said, holding onto Potter’s sleeve like a lifeline.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Potter said and apparated them.
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dorthyanndrarry · 23 days ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -10-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 9 || Part 11 ->
Draco went from St Mungo’s straight back to the apartment block and Mary’s door. He bought Mary all the groceries she needed and let her cajole him into coming inside. He lost track of time as Mary served him tea, biscuits, and simple sandwiches made with shaking hands. Draco listened to the latest news about her family, who had called a few days before, and then to a recap of all Mary’s programs. Draco had hardly watched any television himself, he had never bothered to get one of the bulky plastic boxes, but he kept up with several shows through Mary. He had trouble keeping all the names and plot lines straight, but it was interesting in messy a chaotic way.
When he finally excused himself, it was already dark outside. Draco walked around to the back of the building, each step slower than the other. He looked up at the sky, deep blue-black with only a handful of stars pressing through London’s light pollution.
There was a thump ahead of him as a scraggly looking cat scrambled out an open bin and dropped onto the pavement. Its long white fur was dirty and starting to mat. It might have been beautiful once. The cat stared at Draco, frozen in place for half a second, before laying back its ears and hissing at him.
Draco stared at the cat. He didn’t want to go back to Potter’s stupid flat. He didn’t want to see Potter’s stupid grumpy face either. Draco frowned to himself because the idea of coming back to Potter’s flat and finding it empty was even worse. And god, he wanted a drink. Draco groaned under his breath. His head was starting to hurt.
The cat startled and bolted into the darkness.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to focus long enough to apparate to Potter’s flat.
Draco landed in the middle of the kitchen. Potter jumped up from the couch, wand in hand and pointing at Draco in a split second.
Draco felt himself freeze.
“Malfoy?” Potter said. An open magazine slithered off the couch cushions onto the floor.
Draco caught his breath and scowled at Potter, “As opposed to all the other people you have staying here?”
Potter dropped his wand to his side, “I didn’t know you’d be released so soon.” He frowned and then looked out the window, “It’s late.”
“Brilliant deduction, Auror,” Draco said sarcastically.
“St Mungo doesn’t release people at night,” Potter said. “What have you been doing?”
“I was busy,” Draco said.
“Busy where?” Potter asked.
Draco’s brow furrowed, “What- Why do you care?”
“I’m-” Potter hesitated, looking embarrassed by the words coming out of his mouth, “-supposed to be saving you.”
Draco’s expression didn’t change.
“That was the deal we made,” Potter said stubbornly.
“I was helping out Mary. From my apartment block,” Draco said stiffly.
Potter’s eyes narrowed, “No hook-ups.”
“We agreed. You’d stop drinking and sleeping around,” Potter said.
Draco stared at him, “With Mary?”
“MARY?” Draco said with delighted dismay and a peel of laughter.
“What…?” Potter said.
Draco tried to stop laughing, wrapping his arms around himself and squeezing.
Potter raised his eyebrows, unimpressed.
Draco took a deep breath, “Mary is over seventy, Potter.” He started giggling again, “She’s decidedly not my type.”
Potter blinked and managed a very poetic, “O...kay.”
Draco started laughing again.
Potter dipped his head, rubbing his hand through his mess of hair, “I get it, I get it. Very funny.”
Draco took a few shaky breaths. He thought, maybe, Potter was hiding a reluctant smile, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Why are you hanging out with old ladies?” Potter asked.
“I run errands for her, pick up groceries, things she can’t manage by herself,” Draco said.
“Why?” Potter asked.
“Because,” Draco said.
“What are you getting out of it?” Potter asked.
“Tea and biscuits mostly,” Draco said.
Potter’s brow furrowed.
Draco sighed in exasperation. It wasn’t like he could say that Mary told him he was smart and handsome and good. That she hugged him and patted his hand and never expected anything from him.
“She’s nice,” Draco said.
Potter’s expression remained confused.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Well, as fun as this has been, I’ve been sober for six glorious hours, and I’m exhausted.”
He glanced at Potter one more time, not quite able to resist, before walking around to the small hallway and his mattress, where he curled up and dropped into a restless and dreamless sleep.
Chapter Six
Draco took a deep breath, his cheek pressing into a soft pillow smelling like evergreen and soap. He was surrounded by warmth and pulled his arms tight to his chest, burying his head deeper into the pillow. He had nearly fallen back to sleep when he remembered he didn’t bring a pillow and only had the fitted sheet, no blankets.
Draco opened his eyes and forced them to focus on his surroundings. He was still in Potter’s flat, still on the floor, but now he had a pillow, half falling off the mattress, and he was covered in a soft fleecy sky-blue blanket. As he slowly pushed himself up, he saw two more blankets left near his feet, one knitted, another a heavier quilt.
“Are you awake?” Potter called from the other side of the wall.
Draco didn’t respond. Even if he had been sleeping, that would have woken him up, so it seemed like a particularly stupid question.
Potter looked around the corner, “So you are up. You could have said something.”
Draco grimaced at him. The headache he had had last night had followed him into the morning and was softly thrumming behind his temples.
“Get up,” Potter said.
“No,” Draco said.
“You should eat something,” Potter said, disappearing back into the kitchen.
Draco flopped back down onto his bed, pressing his face into the pillow. It occurred to him that the smell caught in the fabric must belong to Potter.
“You look like shit,” Potter said, his voice far too close and without any footsteps of warning.
Draco twitched, trying to hide how badly he had been startled with a sharp retort, “Thanks ever so much.”
“Need anything?” Potter asked.
Draco pulled the blanket up over his head, his words muffled by the fabric, “To be left alone. And stop stealing my lines.”
Potter sighed, “I meant like a potion or something.”
“You don’t have any potions,” Draco said.
“I bought some yesterday,” Potter said.
Draco frowned to himself but gave in and muttered, “Pain potion,” through the blanket.
Potter opened the bathroom door, the soft clink of glass on glass heralding the vial of potion Potter tapped against Draco’s forehead.
Draco sulkily pushed the blanket back down and took the vial of pale violet liquid, turning it to read the label before pulling out the rubber stopper.
“I can read a label,” Potter said irritably.
“Sure you can, Potter,” Draco said, taking a tentative swallow or the watery, fennel tasting stuff with a grimace.
“You’re supposed to take the whole thing,” Potter said.
Draco pressed the stopper back in, shivering as the potion worked its way through him, first with a chill, then briefly making him feel entirely numb before it began to fade and leave him as he was, but without the headache or the stiffness in his back that he hadn’t noticed.
“I don’t need more than that,” Draco said.
“They’re literally the weakest potions you can get,” Potter said.
“I hadn’t had any for years. Until last week, anyway. I’m still sensitive to them,” Draco said.
Potter frowned, “So you’re on child doses? How did they manage at St Mungo’s?”
“Gradual dosing,” Draco said. “My mouth perpetually tasted like something had crawled inside it to die.”
“Ugh,” Potter said.
“It was wretched,” Draco said.
“You’re not going to get up, are you?” Potter asked.
“Why should I?” Draco said and shifted the conversation, “What’s with the blankets?”
“You being all curled up in the middle of a mattress made me feel like I’d brought in a stray dog,” Potter said.
“Rude,” Draco said.
“It was weird,” Potter said. He leaned over and took back the half-empty vial of potion, returning it to the bathroom, and then went back into the main part of the flat.
Draco let his eyes close, his mind fuzzy in a dozy half-sleep. He could hear Potter banging around the kitchen, cabinets opening and closing, the sound of ceramic and silverware. It was loud enough to keep Draco from properly falling back to sleep but strangely comforting at the same time. It wasn’t the sort of sound he ever heard in the manor, but it reminded him a little of being in the dorms at Hogwarts. It was just nice to know other people were there. Even if they were being fucking annoying.
Draco’s whole body twitched as Potter set a box down next to Draco’s mattress, “Fuck!”
Potter raised an eyebrow before going back to the kitchen, returning with a bottle of milk and a little sugar bowl. Potter walked so silently it was uncanny.
“You’re too quiet,” Draco complained.
The corner of Potter’s mouth turned up in a brief smile, “Oh yeah?”
“You should wear a bell.”
Potter’s mouth twitched, trying not to smile again, “Like a cat?”
“Exactly,” Draco said.
Two mugs were sitting on top of the box, filled with a dark, steaming liquid.
Potter sat down on the floor and moved the mugs to the side, flipping open the little box. Inside was an array of danish, with raspberry and strawberry and apple fillings, striped with cream cheese and shiny with a sweet glaze.
Draco’s eyes widened, and he sat up.
“It’s from the bakery down the street,” Potter said.
Draco hesitated.
“What?” Potter asked.
Potter picked up one of the mugs, adding a touch of sugar and milk to it before taking a sip.
Draco hadn’t moved.
“You wanted danish and coffee,” Potter said, “so I got them.”
“...right,” Draco said faintly and picked out one of the raspberry danish and took a bite. It was so good, and for some reason, it made him want to cry.
“I called in sick,” Potter said, “Since I know you’re going to give me shit about not going to work. We don’t have any big cases going on right now, so it’s fine. They’ll owl me if something comes up.”
“Mmhm,” Draco said.
Potter narrowed his eyes, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”
“No reason,” Draco said, shrugging a shoulder.
“Because normally you can’t shut up,” Potter said.
“I’m eating.”
Potter set down his mug, “How do you take your coffee?”
Draco’s brow furrowed.
Potter pointed at the other untouched mug, “Your coffee?”
“Milk and sugar,” Draco said.
Potter lifted a spoonful of sugar and added it to the mug.
Potter added another spoonful.
Potter gave him a look and added another, “That enough, princess?”
“Probably not,” Draco said.
Potter added another spoonful of sugar, stirred it in and topped it off milk, “More?”
Draco nodded.
Potter cracked a faint smile, “This is less coffee with milk and sugar and more milk and sugar with a little bit of coffee flavouring.”
Draco licked the glaze from his fingers and carefully picked up the very full mug, guiding it to his lips and sipping the liquid from the top. The milk had cooled it to lukewarm, and it still tasted too much like coffee for his taste, but it was tolerable.
Potter was staring at him but Draco couldn’t make out his expression. He quickly looked down and the mug in his hands when he realised Draco was watching him.
“They have this thing called lattes. It’s the best thing muggles have ever made,” Draco said.
Potter raised his eyebrows, “Better than indoor plumbing?”
Draco took another sip as he thought. “I think...I would rather shit in a bucket than give up lattes.”
Potter was mid-drink and nearly choked on his coffee.
Draco picked out another danish while Potter coughed.
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dorthyanndrarry · 16 days ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -11-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 10 || Part 12 -> 
“What about my kiss?” Draco asked.
“What?” Potter asked hoarsely.
“I asked for danish, coffee, and a kiss,” Draco said with a smirk.
Potter shook his head, “I didn’t agree to that one.”
“You didn’t say you were going to get me danish and coffee, either,” Draco said.
Potter shook his head again.
“Tease,” Draco said.
Potter coughed faintly and cleared his throat as he lifted his mug, forgetting to drink once it reached his mouth.
Draco watched Potter slowly drop the mug back down to the floor, looking distracted and lost in thoughts.
Draco licked glaze from his thumb and absently rubbed his cheek, “...I need to shave.”
Potter looked up, eyes focusing and then squinting theatrically.
“Oh shut up, it’s just very blond,” Draco said.
“Uh-huh,” Potter said sceptically.
“Right here,” Draco said, brushing his fingers around his upper lip and chin. He didn’t really grow much facial hair beyond that.
“I had more of a beard than that at thirteen,” Potter said.
“How is that surprising?” Draco said, “You’d probably have a full beard in three days.”
“Probably,” Potter said, “I hate how it itches, so I’ve never tried.”
“You have a razor?” Draco asked.
“What? No.” Potter made a face, “I use a charm.”
Draco frowned.
“Ron taught it to me- I- It’s faster,” Potter said.
“I hate shaving charms; they’re too rough,” Draco said.
“No? They’re not?”
“It irritates my skin,” Draco insisted.
“Sure it does, princess,” Potter said.
“Fuck off,” Draco muttered.
“Then how’d you manage at school?” Potter asked. “I can’t imagine you using a muggle razor.”
“I had my grandfather’s straight razor,” Draco said.
Potter’s eyebrows rose, “That’s a terrifying thought.”
“It’s enchanted to only cut hair,” Draco said.
“Why don’t you use that then?” Potter asked.
Draco sighed, “Because it’s in a chest, in my family vault, which I cannot access because some fucking idiot stole my wallet.”
“So you don’t have a razor, much less shaving cream,” Draco said.
“No,” Potter said.
“Then you shall have to buy them for me,” Draco said.
“What? No. No, I won’t,” Potter said.
“You promised to give me whatever-”
“I’m not your personal servant-”
“ ‘Whatever I want’ includes whatever I want.” Draco shot back.
The muscle in Potter’s cheek jumped as he clenched his jaw.
Draco looked at him pointedly, wondering if this was as far as it went. He knew Potter wouldn’t last, that he would break the bargain first. Of course, Potter was also stupid enough to offer everything while only demanding two things from Draco. Not that they were easy things, but Draco was fairly certain he could hold out until Potter broke.
Potter breathed out, “Fine,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few notes, folded in half and crumpled badly from being in his jeans, “Here’s twenty quid-”
“You took the day off, didn’t you?” Draco interrupted.
Potter’s mouth thinned, “...yes.”
“I don’t know any of the neighbourhood shops around here, so you’ll have to show me,” Draco said.
“So you’re blind now?” Potter said, starting to sound irritated.
“Oh, come on, Potter,” Draco said.
“I’m not going to be ordered around by you, this isn’t third year where you can make me do your potions-”
“I’m not ordering you around, Potter!” Draco said, raising his voice, “I just-” he stopped.
“What? What?” Potter snapped.
“...I would like the company, is all,” Draco said, flushing faintly and raising his chin defiantly in spite of it. “Shopping is more fun with someone else.”
Potter blinked, “Shopping is never fun.”
“Then you’re doing it wrong,” Draco said.
“How does someone do shopping wrong?” Potter said.
“I don’t know, but you’ve obviously managed it,” Draco said.
Potter made a face at him.
“You haven’t eaten any danish,” Draco said.
“What?” Potter frowned, “You’re doing it again.”
“What?” Draco asked.
“First you’re talking about one thing, then suddenly you’re on about something else. I can’t fucking keep up,” Potter said.
Draco rolled his eyes, “I only said that you hadn’t eaten any of the danish.”
“We were talking about shopping,” Potter said.
Draco ignored him, “There were six danish, two of each flavour, so that means three for each of us-”
“I don’t- I don’t care, Malfoy. I only bought them because you asked for them,” Potter said.
“Well… that’s stupid. They’re fresh-made bakery danish,” Draco said. He picked up his third danish as he stood up, “I’m going to use the shower.”
“A shower. Now you’re talking about showers,” Potter glared up at him.
“You are so annoying, Potter,” Draco said, going into the bathroom and closing the door behind far too heavily, wincing at the noise even as he rather wished he had slammed it harder.
Draco put the last bite of his danish in his mouth before stepping under the shower’s spray. He dipped his head under the warm water, letting it soak through his hair and run down his face. He took a moment to examine the bottles in the shower caddy more closely, popping open the three in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash, smelling a now more familiar scent of pines and evergreen. Draco used the other separate shampoo and conditioner, already half empty, and wondered who they belonged to. What person had stayed in Potter’s flat long enough to need their own toiletries?
Draco had set his wand in the shower caddy while he washed, and as he turned off the water, he cast a weak and warm drying spell over himself, shivering a little as the warm air engulfed him and evaporated the droplets of water from his skin.
He released the spell and used his fingers to comb through his damp hair because, unsurprisingly, Potter didn’t have a comb of any kind. The face reflected back at him in the mirror looked pale and exhausted, with dark smudgy shadows under his eyes. Draco grabbed the hand towel beside the sink and tucked the corner of it behind the mirror, hiding most of the reflection. He went to grab Potter’s toothbrush like he did whenever he stayed over somewhere strange and froze, remembering it was Potter’s mouth it had been in, and that was just one step too far for him.
Draco cast a cleaning spell over his clothes, the t-shirt and jogger’s Potter had given him, before putting them back on. He hadn’t liked the clothes he copied from the thrift store to help Samuel with his work, so he vanished them once the job was done. He was starting to regret that now.
When he stepped back out into the flat, he saw that Potter had cleaned up the coffee and pastries and returned them to the kitchen.
Potter was rinsing out a mug when Draco looked in, “Did you eat them?”
“I hadn’t had breakfast anyway,” Potter said, not looking over his shoulder.
Draco sighed.
Potter set the cup on a counter, “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”
“I just wanted to know if you were going to eat them. If you weren’t, I’d have finished the rest,” Draco said.
Potter turned off the water and stood very still.
“Because I’m not a thief, despite what you think about me,” Draco said.
Potter muttered something under his breath, bracing his hands on the countertop. “...If you wanted to have more, then you just should have said so,” Potter said tightly.
“I did,” Draco said with a frown, “When I pointed out that you hadn’t eaten any that was-”
“Not asking, Malfoy. I’m not that stupid,” Potter said, turning around to glare at Draco.
“I was insinuating the question,” Draco said.
“You’re the host,” Draco said, “It would have been rude to take more than was offered.”
“It’s not rude to ask for more food,” Potter said.
“It is. But then again, a good host would have offered me more once I had my share,” Draco said.
“The fuck-” Potter threw up his hands, “Do I look like a ‘good host’ to you?”
“No. Obviously,” Draco said, “but I thought it only fair to give you the benefit of the doubt.”
Potter shook his head, muttering what sounded like more cursing under his breath. “Fine.” he said, exasperated, “Now that we’ve got that out of the way, you can just treat me like a- a bad host or, I don’t know, shitty roommate, that’d be more accurate.”
“I’m glad we’ve cleared that up,” Draco said.
“You know, it’s weird, I thought that we’d have both grown up and matured, and I wouldn’t want to throttle you every time you opened your mouth, but I was wrong,” Potter said.
“You didn’t think that,” Malfoy said, “You’re not that delusional.”
“Optimistic. I was being optimistic,” Potter said stiffly.
“Perhaps you are that delusional,” Draco said.
Potter slowly clenched his hands into fists of pure frustration, an aborted snarl caught between  his teeth.
Draco took a few steps back, aware that he had pushed this a bit too far, “So… I’m fine taking that twenty quid to go buy a razor by myself. I need to get a toothbrush and a few other things...”
Potter fished the folded notes out of his pocket and threw them all in Draco’s direction, where they flitted to the ground halfway between them, “Good. Excellent. You should go out for a while, just go away for a while.”
Draco edged close enough to picked the money up, “I can do that.”
“The closest shop around here is-”
“It’s fine,” Draco interrupted, “I’ll go back to my neighbourhood; I know what’s around there.”
Potter’s frown was the last thing he saw before he apparated back to his apartment building.
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dorthyanndrarry · 2 months ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -4-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s
suggested rating: Mature
Disclaimer: it gets worse
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <-- Part 3 || Part 5 ->
Chapter 3
A groan crawled up out of Draco’s throat, and he gripped the sheets tightly in both hands. His stomach twisted, and he swallowed hard, clenching his jaw to keep everything down. His head was thrumming with agony. Every single movement sent warning pains through his head and stomach. Draco squeezed his eyes shut until shapes swam in his vision, took a shuddering breath and then slowly and carefully pushed himself upright. He sat very still, focusing on breathing.
Draco didn’t recognise the smell of this place. The last thing he remembered was being at the bar with Laura and her friends. Despite being stripped down, he was still wearing his pants. Draco pried open his eyes just enough to see through the haze of his eyelashes. The bed was empty and neatly made up; Draco had just been placed on top of the duvet, a throw blanket tossed over him.
Before he could look around further, his stomach gave another ominous roll that propelled Draco to his feet. He pressed his hand over his mouth and hurried out into a small apartment, turning on his heel until he spotted another door and rushed inside, barely making it to the toilet before his stomach emptied.
Draco slowly pushed himself to his feet and rinsed his mouth out at the sink. There was a bottle of painkillers on a shelf by the mirror, and he popped two into his mouth. He had to lean against the sink as his stomach ached at having nothing by pills and water on it.
Grey eyes looked back at him in the mirror ringed by deep shadows and sallow looking skin. He went to swing the mirror open against the wall, but it wasn’t a medicine cabinet, just a mirror attached to the wall. Draco pressed his hand over his reflection as he pushed himself up and shuffled to the shower, stripping off his pants along the way.
The bathroom was small but well cared for. The white tiles were starting yellow with age; the porcelain and exposed pipes spoke of the style after the war, perhaps a building built in the aftermath of the second world war and the bombing of London.
Draco turned the water on and was hit with shudderingly cold water that gradually turned warm but never got properly hot. There were three bottles, one of shampoo and conditioner and a bottle meant to be shampoo, condition, and body wash all-in-one. Draco would roll his eyes, but he’d seen the same thing in many, many bloke’s showers.
He used the separate shampoo and conditioner that had a vaguely jasminey-flowery smell. Draco turned the water off and had to grab the only towel hanging beside the shower to dry himself off. He had left the bedroom before finding his wand, but he could dry the towel along with everything else before he left. It was odd that there was only one towel, as he remembered Laura saying she had a roommate.
Draco frowned to himself as he scrubbed the towel over his head. He studied the bathroom more closely with growing unease, there was no makeup on any of the shelves, but the girls might keep  it in their rooms if they wore any. He thought Laura had been wearing makeup.
Draco retrieved his pants off the floor and put them back on before easing the bathroom door open and peeking outside. The apartment seemed to be empty, and smaller than Draco would have expected. He stepped out and looked around.
The main room was half living room, half kitchen, with a small table and four chairs on the kitchen side and a large plush couch on the living room side with a narrow space to walk between the two. The only other rooms were the bathroom he had just been in and the bedroom.
Draco’s breathing stuttered, and he hurried back onto the bedroom. He quickly scanned the floor, but it was clean; his clothes were nowhere to be seen.
Draco ran to the dresser and pulled open the drawers until he found a pair of grey joggers. Tying them up to keep them on his thin hips. He pulled a t-shirt on next, so loose it seemed to be made from someone three times his size.
Draco just needed to find his wand.
A movement in the corner of his eye made Draco jump, jerking his head up to see the wall behind the dresser was covered in photographs, moving photographs. His eyes widened as he looked from photo to photo. Many of them were older pictures of people he didn’t know but recognised. There was a younger Professor Lupin, actually looking happy, a young and handsome Sirius Black before Azkaban had aged him, a young man that looked uncannily like Potter, except for the eyes and a pretty young woman with striking green eyes. Among the new photos were pictures of Potter and his friends, all from their time at school, looking young and hopeful.
Draco turned around and looked at the room, properly this time, without panic or sickness clouding his vision. The duvet was red, the rug in the centre of the room the same red colour emblazoned with a lion in gold. He was in Potter’s apartment.
If he was drunk enough to black out-
If was possible that…
But even that drunk Draco would have thought he would know better than to go anywhere with Harry bloody Potter.
Draco hands began to shake, and he wrapped his arms around himself tightly.
He needed to find his wand.
Draco forced himself to take deep breaths and count to ten before he started to search the room. He searched under the bed, nightstand, dresser, pulled out all the drawers to the dresser and pulled the clothes out. He stripped down the bed, shaking out every blanket and checked under the rug. Nothing.
He went out into the main room, checking under everything before he started pulling it apart. He pulled up the couch cushions and the two matching armchairs on either side of the couch. He looked around the rather large tv, and a mess of old vhs tapes and newer dvds piled next to it. The cabinet under the tv was stuffed to bursting with board games and cards, both muggle and wizarding. There was a small bookshelf, but aside from a stack of quidditch magazines, the contents were dusty and untouched.
Draco turned to the kitchen, it was unlikely, but it was his last chance. The fridge was mostly filled with leftovers from take-away and wrapped up plates of what looked like homemade food. Draco took a ham roll from one of the plates and chewed on it without really tasting it, his body shaky for food. All Potter had to drink was a bottle of milk and pumpkin juice, both from wizarding markets. He had to wonder how Potter could stand pumpkin juice; Draco had lost his taste for it by third year and switched to tea or coffee depending on how exhausted he was.
Draco started going through the cupboards, leaving the doors open in his wake so he’d know where he’d looked already. On the top shelf of the last cabinet, he found a half-empty bottle of fire whiskey. He hated fire whiskey; it was just a gimmick drink for young idiots. And there wasn’t even anything to mix it with. Draco despised straight alcohol.
He unscrewed the top and took a sip, letting a wisp of smoke slip out his lips as he looked over the kitchen and living room, the bathroom and then bedroom, one more time, looking for anything he might have missed.
There was a small closet in the corner of the bedroom, and Draco rushed over to it, flinging open the door. Inside were a few dress robes, winter sweaters, and several auror uniforms.
“fuck,” Draco hissed under his breath, his eyes stinging.
He tried to remind himself he hadn’t done anything. No matter what Potter thought, he hadn’t done anything.
Draco shook his head so hard he felt bile rise up his throat. He forced it down with a swig of fire whiskey, biting down the flames down into smoke. He left the bedroom and started pacing around the living room, searching everywhere all over again, just desperately trying to find his wand.
Draco spun around on his heel when he heard the door open, the world continuing to circle even after he had stopped moving.
“Malfoy?” It was Potter’s voice
Draco managed to catch himself on the back of the couch, sagging against the red fabric.
“What the fuck?” Potter said, “How are you even awake? You drank- I thought for sure-”
“My wand. Where is it?” Draco enunciated through clenched teeth.
“Is that my bottle of fire whiskey?-”
“My wand.” Draco said again, managing to glare up at Potter, “My wallet. My things. Give them. Back.”
Potter patted his pockets and drew out two wands, his own and Draco’s, “You mean this?”
“Everything else has been entered into evidence,” Potter said.
“Under suspicion of being evidence of a crime,” Potter said.
Draco let himself sink down onto his knees, leaning against the back of the couch.
“I knew you were doing something to those muggles,” Potter said with a triumphant smile, “A different one every night, always leaving before they got up-”
“How long have you been watching me?” Draco said weakly.
“Of all the things, Malfoy, I never would have imagined you’d stoop to being a thief,” Potter said, shaking his head. “Imperius, oblivate, love potions- not murder, you’ve never had the spine for it, but something cleverer than just stealing.”
Draco squeezed his eyes shut and snorted out a laugh. He felt high, and like he might have to throw up again. “Bullshite.”
“You heard me. Bull. Shite,” Draco said. He let his eyes fall open.
“I’ve been investigating you for-”
“Then why am I here? Potter?” Draco said, gesturing loosely with the mostly empty bottle, “If you were going to arrest me. I would be in a cell. Not here. Not-” he snorted, “kidnapped in your bedroom.”
Potter blinked rapidly, his brow furrowing up, “I didn’t kidnap you.”
“There is no fucking way I would have been-gone- come with you,” Draco said, “Last I remember. I was going to go home with Laura. To be thoroughly fucked.” he swallowed hard, “with a dubiously borrowed strap-on.”
Potter was looking flustered and furious. He still held two wands in his hand as he pointed them at Draco, “There were almost a thousand pounds in your wallet! Where did you get it? Who did you steal it from?! I know you-!”
“Gringott’s,” Draco said.
Potter stopped.
“I got it. From Grin-gott’s,” Draco said, letting every syllable roll off his tongue, “From my vault. Paid the fees and everything.”
Potter slowly started to shake his head, lifting the slack wands to point directly at Draco, “No way. I don’t believe you. No one keeps that much cash on them. Do you really think I’m going to believe that for even a second?”
“Oh, fuck...” Draco said, remembering the money, “the money…”
Potter’s smile came back, cold and triumphant, and Draco wanted to wring his fucking neck.
“That was for my rent. You fucking cunt,” Draco dropped the bottle and covered his face with both hands and rubbed them hard over his eyes, “I’m fucked. I’m fucked fucked fucked. Oh my god...”
He needed that money yesterday; there was no way Tom would give him more time.
“Can you get it back?” Draco asked through rising panic, “Can you get my wallet back?”
“What?” Potter said.
Draco grabbed the back of the couch and pulled himself up, “My wallet, my money, for my rent? Can you get it back?”
Potter blinked, “It’s… in evidence processing. Even if they can’t find anything, they might pursue a case of misuse of muggle artefacts.”
“It’s a wallet,” Draco said.
“A muggle wallet, that you applied magic modifications to,” Potter said.
Draco’s eyes burned, and he squeezed them shut, “It had my vault key in it. Can I just get that?”
“No, not while-”
“Fine,” Draco shook his head,” fine. fine.” He breathed out, “No money. No flat. And you want to throw me into Azkaban. I think I’d rather die in a ditch.”
Potter just stared at him.
“May I have my wand back?” Draco asked, trying his best to sound polite though he felt anything but, “You took it to check the spells I last used on it, right? Then you know I haven’t used it for anything illegal, and I would like to have it back.”
“What are you going to do with it?” Potter asked warily.
Draco let out a laugh, “Go back to my flat, get kicked out, hope I have enough alcohol left to poison myself.”
Potter’s brow furrowed, “...I’m coming with you.”
Draco thought about arguing, but he didn’t have the will for it.
“I want to verify your story,” Potter said.
“Fine. I don’t care,” Draco said flatly.
Potter hesitantly offered out Draco’s wand, “Can I trust you to side-along me?
“Why are you asking me that? You think I’m a thief and a liar, Potter. That’s the stupidest thing you could have possibly asked me,” Draco said.
Potter’s mouth thinned, “Fine. Just apparate us. And don’t try anything.”
Draco waited for a second more, making sure Potter wasn’t fucking with him before slowly taking his wand.
Potter held his wand at the ready as he turned Draco around, holding on tightly to his shoulder from behind, “Do it.”
Draco sighed and apparated them.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 good job harry, you did it, you ruined his life👍
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dorthyanndrarry · a month ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -6-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 5 || Part 7 ->
Chapter 4
Draco woke up to the sort of shrill scream that only children are capable of. Another child shouted loudly and was a following peel of laughter. A far more tired woman’s voice said something in a chiding tone but was completely ignored.
Draco forced himself to unclench his muscles with a sigh.
“I said it was gonna get loud,” Elle said, her voice sleep rough from the other bed.
Draco groaned dramatically.
Elle laughed faintly, “I didn’t say it was a good thing.”
Draco sat up and did his best not to feel out of place, uncomfortable with invading Elle’s small space, but it was mostly a lost cause.
He made tea and toast for the both of them, though Elle hardly touched hers. She had a migraine. It had started the night before and would likely persist through the day and possibly into the next.  Elle said that the longest migraine she’d ever had lasted nearly two weeks. The medications her doctors prescribed helped a little, but nothing seemed to give her any lasting relief.
Draco mixed some vodka with cranberry juice and headed outside, leaving Elle to rest in a dark room.
Two small children streaked by him, nearly knocking him off his feet.
“Aleena, Darain! Watch where you’re going! Be careful!” Naja shouted. She rushed over to him, “Are you alright-  what was your name again? I’m sorry, I’m terrible with names.”
“Draco. And I’m fine. Just a bit surprised is all,” Draco said.
Naja shook her head, “I’m sorry-”
“It’s fine,” Draco said.
Naja spared him a grateful smile before going back to watching her kids race around the upper balconies, occasionally shouting, their voices echoing around the empty concrete courtyard like a bell.
Her hijab was a bright buttery yellow that looked amazing against her brown skin. She was looking ruffled and tired from chasing after her kids.
“You hijab is a little loose,” Draco said, looking away and tapping the side of his head where her hair had started to slip out.
“Sorry, I’ll fix that- thank you,” Naja said, quickly reaching up to readjust the bright yellow fabric.
“You apologise too much,” Draco said, taking a drink out of his bottle.
“Oh!” Naja jumped and then laughed, “I know. I try not to, but I can’t seem to shake the habit. My mum does it too; I probably picked it up from her.”
She frowned and leaned forward, “Darain! Stay off the railing!”
“OH-KAY,” Darain called across the way.
“I really envy my younger sister,” Naja said, looking back over at Draco. “She never apologises for anything. She just does whatever she wants. I mean, it’s frustrating too, but I wish I could be more like that, you know?”
Draco shrugged his shoulders, “I’m an only child.”
“Oh, I’m sorry-”
“For what?” Draco smiled faintly.
Naja laughed at herself. “I can’t imagine growing up without my sister. I would have been so lonely.”
“My mother doted on me most of the time, but everyone has to be alone sometimes,” Draco said.
Naja nodded to Aleena and Darain, racing each other down the stairs to the courtyard, “That’s why I wanted two, so they would never be lonely.”
Darain jumped onto one of the concrete benches and started making up a story. His sister watched him with mild amusement as if she wasn’t sure whether to laugh at him or join in.
“Actually, I’d like another,” Naja said wistfully, “I mean, not right now. We can’t afford it, and it would be so crazy… but when Fahmi is back, and if we can both get good jobs and save up a little, then, maybe, I would like to have another child.”
“Hmm,” Draco said absently, sipping at his drink.
“Do you ever think about having kids? Or are you too young to think about that sort of thing?” Naja asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“What? Is it the gay thing? Because you could adopt or use a surrogate, you know,” Naja said.
Draco laughed, “I think the bigger concern is that I’m a complete and utter disaster.”
“Not forever, though,” Naja said.
Draco snorted, “I doubt it.”
“Everyone has difficult times in their life. I think you’ll make it through. And have kids, if you want them,” Naja said.
“I’ve never really given it much thought,” Draco said, leaning on the railing. “I suppose I like the idea of being a father, so I could do it right.”
Naja looked over at him curiously. “Right?”
“...I would tell them I was proud of them, if they did well, or just did their best. Even if they failed I would tell them how proud I was of them,” Draco leaned more heavily on the railing, “and that I loved them no matter what.”
“I think you would be a wonderful father,” Naja said.
“At the very least, I would join significantly less cults,” Draco said flatly.
Naja laughed and clapped a hand over her mouth.
Draco grinned.
“Your jokes are horrible,” Naja chided, though she didn’t mean it.
The noise down below stopped abruptly and they both quickly looked down. Aleena and Darain were still in the centre of the courtyard but were watching the entrance archway with wary uncertainty. Draco followed their gaze, and although it was hard to make out much from the second floor, the man’s mop of unruly black hair was enough to guess.
“Does he live in one of the units?” Naja asked.
“No,” Draco said, “but I know him. He’s harmless, well, to anyone but me.”
Potter looked up at the sound of Draco’s voice and frowned, “Malfoy? I need to talk to you.”
“I thought I told you to leave me alone,” Draco flipped him off with a sneer.
“Is he someone from-” Naja’s voice dropped to a whisper, “the cult?”
Draco grinned crookedly at the idea and then reluctantly shook his head. “No. He’s, well, in school, did you have someone who was popular and good at sports and well-liked by the professors? That’s him,” he pointed at Potter. “I fucking loathed him in school.”
“Was he a bully?” Naja asked.
“Malfoy,” Potter said more sternly.
Draco grinned and took a large swallow of his cocktail before answer, “No. Not particularly.”
Draco shrugged, “I’m sure he would say I was the bully. Though, I would argue not always.”
Naja’s mouth made an ‘Oh’ shape.
“Can you blame me? I mean, look at him,” Draco waved down at Potter, “He’s completely full of himself, never been wrong in his life, hero of the ages, that one.”
“Malfoy,” Potter said, narrowing his eyes, “If you don’t come down here, I’ll come up to you.”
Draco rolled his eyes and pushed himself up, “Keep your pants on, Potter.”
Naja followed him down to the courtyard, going over to her kids.
“What?” Draco demanded before he even got close to Potter.
The muscle in Potter’s jaw twitched, “I want to make up for yesterday.”
Draco snorted.
“I mean it, Malfoy,” Potter said, reaching into his pocket and taking out an envelope thick with paper notes.
Draco had to laugh. “You think money can fix this?”
Potter stepped closer, holding the envelope out, “Here.”
“My flat is gone, Potter. Rented out to someone else,” Draco said.
Potter's mouth twitched, and he moved the envelope closer until it brushed Draco’s chest.
“And the last thing I want is your money,” Draco said, looking down at the envelope and the ugly t-shirt he was still wearing. He grabbed the front of it and plucked at it distastefully. “I’ll return your clothes. Just give me a second to copy them and-”
“You can keep them,” Potter said.
Draco narrowed his eyes, “I don’t-”
“I want to go to the park!!” Darain shouted, his small face furrowed in childish fury.
Naja nodded, her expression strained, “I know you do. I would like to go there as well, but we have to go shopping for dinner-”
“No!” Darain yelled, stomping his foot, “Papa would take me to the park. If Papa was here, he would take me!”
“Papa will be home as soon as he can-”
“I want to go to the park! I want to go on the swings!” Darain demanded.
Standing behind Naja, Aleena looked as if she would have given anything just to make the yelling stop. She looked so small and lost in the background, just trying not to make things worse.
Draco shoved the envelope back at Potter and walked over to Naja.
“I can go shopping for you if you’ll write me a list,” Draco said.
“Oh, I couldn’t-”
“MUM!” Darain yelled.
Aleena winced, looking from her brother to Naja.
“I insist,” Draco said.
Naja bit her lip and nodded, “I have a list already...” She patted her pockets until she found a list folded in half around a few tenners. “You really don’t have to-”
“I’m not doing anything else today,” Draco said.
“Okay,” Naja said, giving him the list, “I really, really do appreciate this.”
“It’s no problem,” Draco said.
“In exchange-”
“It's alright, I don't need-”
“In exchange,” Naja said insistently, “You’ll come have dinner with us tonight. As a thank you.”
Draco sighed, “Very well. If I must.”
“Yes, you must,” Naja said with a smile. Then she turned to Darain, “Fine. We’re going to the park-”
“YES!” Darain threw up his hands.
“-but on the way, we’re going to talk about your behaviour.”
“Aww,” Darain muttered, jumping off the bench.
Naja shook her head, taking Aleena’s hand and putting her other arm around Darain’s shoulders, talking to him quietly as they made their way out of the courtyard.
Draco turned back to Potter, “You’re still here.”
“I’m not leaving until we sort this out,” Potter said.
“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Draco asked, “A job to attend to? You’re an auror, aren’t you? Shouldn’t you be out there-” he waved a hand vaguely in the direction of central London, “-saving the world or something? It’s what you’re good at.”
Potter clenched his jaw, the muscle in his cheek jumping, “I took a personal day to sort this out.”
“As one takes a day off for a Healers appointment,” Draco said flippantly, “just sort it out during the afternoon, take a long lunch, no problem-”
“Malfoy,” Potter interrupted, “I am trying to make this right.”
“Oh, so you have a time-turner then?” Draco said.
“No. Fuck. Malfoy, just- just take the money, you prat-” Potter held out the envelope.
“No,” Draco said, stepping back.
“Are you serious?!” Potter threw up his hands. “What is wrong with you? Why can’t you just-”
“Make you feel better about being an arsehole?” Draco said, taking a large swallow from his bottle.
Potter stopped, “That’s not it.”
“Isn’t it?” Draco said, “You think you can just give me money and then you don’t have to feel guilty anymore.”
Potter scowled at him.
“I mean, at least you feel guilty this time. The last time you tried to kill me with your recklessness, you didn’t even bother caring,” Draco said.
“That- that was different,” Potter protested, “there was a war-”
“You started dating that Ginny Weasley while I was still in the infirmary. It was the same day, wasn’t it? Did you stop to clean my blood off first? Or just-”
“That was different,” Potter said stiffly.
“I’ll take the guilt,” Draco said, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a little errand ‘to sort out’.”
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dorthyanndrarry · a month ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -9-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst, mentions of throwing up/vomit
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 8 || Part 10 ->
Draco threw up in the middle of the atrium. Unfortunately, it had barely touched the floor before a mediwitch vanished it with a cleaning spell. He felt rather disappointed he hadn’t managed to ruin someone’s shoes. He was in a mood to spread his misery around.
The atrium was crowded, with the welcome witch, busy healers, mediwitches, and quite a collection of sick people. Draco had expected to be the centre of a storm of malicious glares and muttered curses, but it seemed everyone was far too distracted by Potter being in their midst. Some of them stared at him with open-mouthed awe. They whispered about him and pointed like he was a particularly rare and interesting animal in the zoo.
Potter was pretending very hard not to notice. His expression was carefully blank and focused on the welcome witch at the front desk, but Draco was close enough to see the muscle in his jaw twitching as he clenched and unclenched his jaw.
Potter leaned across the desk to speak with the welcome witch in quiet, hushed tones. Draco wondered if this would end up in the paper and what they would say; what would people think about Harry Potter being seen with him. Out of the corner of his eye, Draco noticed some young woman watching Potter’s back with stars in her eyes, shifting nervously from foot to foot. She took a few hesitant steps towards them, screwing up her courage until she finally noticed Draco at his side and stopped dead in her tracks.
“This way, Malfoy,” Potter said, tugging on Draco’s arm until he started moving again.
They walked down one of the back hallways. Every now and then, Potter paused to look at signs on the walls. Draco spent every pause closing his eyes and wishing for death.
The number of people in the hallway dropped the further they walked. The lighting charms got weaker and occasionally flickered overhead the further they went.
A final and ominous set of double doors was marked by the plaque at the top that read ‘MIND HEALING WING’ in all caps.
“I feel like I’m going to be smothered in my sleep if I stay here,” Draco muttered.
“You are not,” Potter said, heading towards a wide scuffed desk.
Draco shrugged, trailing behind him, “There are worse ways to die.”
There was no one at the front desk. Potter leaned over to look behind the desk, then glared down the hallway, “Hello? Anyone here?”
A door clicked open further down the way, and a woman looked out and then hurried down the hall to the desk. She was very short, maybe five feet tall, and looked Filipina, with dark brown eyes, her straight black hair cut into a cute bob. She was wearing the pale yellow robes of the mind healers wing, and her name tag read Iris.
“Hi! Sorry! One of our receptionists is out sick, so we’re a little short-staffed,” Iris said cheerfully.
“That’s alright,” Potter said, “The welcome witch told me to come back here. But this can’t be the right place. Malfoy needs a potion or something, not a mind healer.”
Iris grabbed the chair and spun it around, resting her knee on the cushion as she picked up a folder stuffed thick with paper, “I hope I’m not overstepping, but are you here for our detox program?”
“I’d also take a killing curse to the forehead,” Draco said, slumping on the top of the desk.
“Understandable,” Iris said, her eyes crinkling at the corners like she was hiding a conspiratorial smile, “Well, you’re in the right place then.”
Iris flipped open the folder and took out a packet of papers. She frowned slightly to herself before setting them on the desk. “In order to take part in St Mungo’s monitored, medi-magic detox, you have to make a commitment to a minimum of three months of therapy, twice a week groups therapy and at least three one-on-one meetings with one of our mind-healers.”
“I’ll take death,” Draco said.
Potter was unimpressed and ignored Draco, “Don’t mind him. Malfoy has a thing for dramatics.”
“I do not,” Draco muttered.
“If it were up to me, I’d rather give people all the help they need and just encourage them to make use of our therapy programs. I’m always afraid putting such stipulations in front of treatment might result in someone suffering through something they don’t have to.” Iris picked up a pen and tapped it on the desk absently, “But it’s the council’s decision, and they give us our funding, and that’s stretched thin as it is.”
Iris slid the papers in front of Draco, “I know you don’t feel well, but please take your time and read through this carefully. I’m happy to help as well as your advocate if you have any issues.”
“Advocate?” Potter said.
“You are here as Mr Malfoy’s health advocate?” Iris asked.
Potter’s brow furrowed.
“Because if you’re not family or acting as his health advocate, I’m going to need you to step back,” Iris said.
“What?” Potter said.
“We take our patient’s privacy very seriously,” Iris said.
Potter looked from Iris to Draco and then shrugged, walking away from the desk and sitting in one of the stiffly upholstered orange chairs along the wall.
“Do you have any questions?” Iris asked.
Draco tapped the paper, “It says it can take anywhere from three days to weeks?”
“Well, we treat all kinds of addiction, from muggle to magic, and they all require different care. Each person is unique as well,” Iris said. She leaned back on the chair, half kneeling, half standing.
“I can’t be here that long. Three… five days at the most,” Draco said.
“Well, what are you withdrawing from?” Iris asked.
“Alcohol,” Draco said.
Iris nodded, “That shouldn’t be a problem so long as no complications pop up. I’ll make a note in your file.”
“I have a file?” Draco asked.
“You do now,” Iris said with a smile, “Now, let’s get you checked in.”
Draco spent the next couple of days in a haze. Potions put him to sleep and kept him fed; they settled his stomach and numbed his pain. All-in-all it felt like a fever dream that he couldn’t quite wake up from.
The potions wore off a few days later, and Draco blinked himself out of a haze, his eyes slowly focusing on the white plastered ceilings, the lighting charms doing an uncanny job of mimicking the painfully bright halogen lights found in many muggle buildings. He pushed himself up with a groan and rubbed his hands over his face, feeling a faint scrub of stubble under his fingers.
“Oh, you’re awake,” A voice said, sounding profoundly disappointed.
Draco looked over at the bed next to his. Sitting on top of the bed, legs crossed, elbows propped on her knees, was the most exhausted human being Draco had ever seen in his life. The woman’s long black locks fell in front of her shoulders and face, only partly obscuring her bloodshot eyes and blending in with her dark brown skin.
“You’re watching me?” Draco asked, his voice rough from sleep.
“Living vicariously through you,” She said, blinking painfully slowly. “Going off sleeping potions.”
“Oh,” Draco said. He glanced around. They were in a long narrow room, beds against one wall. Most of the beds were obscured from their neighbours and the rest of the room by screens. Jasmine had apparently moved the screen between their beds.
“Can’t fall asleep normally anymore. Feel like I’m losing all my marbles,” the tired woman said.
“Well, you’re in the right place for it,” Draco said.
The tired woman managed to crack a faint smile, “Yeah. I guess.”
At the end of the long ward, the door opened with a soft click, and Iris slipped inside, walking straight to Draco.
“Good morning!” Iris said cheerfully, “Or afternoon. Whichever you prefer.”
Draco pulled his feet back as Iris sat on the end of the bed.
“How are you doing today, Jasmine?” Iris asked the tired woman.
“Like this is hell, and I am being punished for all eternity,” Jasmine said.
“Have you been meditating and working on your mindfulness exercises?” Iris asked.
“My eyes feel like they’re full of ground glass,” Jasmine said flatly.
“That we can do something about,” Iris said, “Go to the mediwitch and get some eye-soothing solution. It will help. And maybe some camomile tea?”
“Fine,” Jasmine slowly slid off the edge of her bed, bare feet slapping loudly on the tiled floor as she went down to the end of the ward.
“How are you feeling, Mr Malfoy?” Iris asked.
“Well enough,” Draco said, “Will I be able to leave?”
“Let’s see...” Iris said, drawing her wand. She cast a series of spells Draco didn’t recognise, each one bathing him a different aura.
“I knew you were a healer,” Draco said, smirking faintly.
“Oh?” Iris said.
“I suspected it when we met, but I thought it was funny, Potter treating you like a receptionist,” Draco said.
“That was a bit funny, wasn’t it?” Iris’ eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “It didn’t bother you?”
“I have better things to worry about,” Iris said, “Besides, I’m sure Mr Potter has forgotten about me by now; there’s no point in taking it personally when he didn’t mean it personally.”
Draco blinked, “That’s… I wish I could think that way.”
Iris flicked her wand and dispelled the spells around Draco. “So, what are you in such a hurry to get to?”
“When you first came here, you said you could only stay three to five days,” Iris said.
“How long has it been?” Draco asked, suddenly worried.
“Four days. No need to worry,” Iris said.
“Oh… good,” Draco said, relaxing.
Iris looked at him expectantly.
“...It’s- I usually get groceries for Mary-”
“Mary?” Iris asked.
“She lives in my apartment complex,” Draco said.
“And you get her groceries?” Iris said.
“She has trouble getting around. If she fell, she might get hurt,” Draco said.
“Hmm,” Iris said, tilting her head, “She asked you to do this for you? Is there no one else who could do it for you?”
“I- No, I volunteered. Mary wouldn’t ask; she’s stubborn like that,” Draco said, stumbling over his words, feeling off-balance. “Why are you asking?”
“As your designated mind-healer, I want to get to know you,” Iris said.
“You are?”
“I am,” Iris said, her smile growing. “Have you ever talked to a mind healer or therapist before?”
Draco shook his head.
“I promise I don’t bite,” Iris said.
Draco smiled briefly.
“You seem very different now from when we first met,” Iris said.
“Oh, that’s Potter’s fault. He brings out the worst in me,” Draco said with a frown.
“Hm, so you don’t think it’s a difference from being sober?” Iris said.
“No,” Draco shook his head.
“But Mr Potter, he ‘brings out the worst in you’?” Iris said.
“Obviously,” Draco said.
“You went to school together, didn’t you?” Iris said.
“Yes,” Draco said warily.
“So, this ‘worst of you’, is it more of a reflection of who you were at school with Mr Potter?” Iris asked.
Draco made a face and shrugged flippantly, “I was young and stupid.”
“We all start out young and stupid. That’s part of growing up,” Iris said.
Draco snorted, “And do we all start out blood suprematists that end up on the wrong side of the war?”
“You weren’t the only child in the war, Draco,” Iris said, “We are the product of our upbringing, and quite often, it can take us a long time to become our own person.”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
Iris smiled and looked up at the ceiling, tapping her finger against her chin theatrically, “What would you say to the boy who was you if he was right in front of you right now?”
“Stop being a little prick,” Draco said flatly.
Iris smiled briefly, “That’s a good start. But I’d like you to remember that boy as he was, for all his faults, and remember his hopes and dreams, the things he yearned for-”
Draco frowned.
“-remember the games he played and the things that upset him-”
“What’s the point of this?” Draco asked.
“Remember that little boy and imagine if you could talk to him right now, would you tell him to stop being a prick?”
Draco’s frown grew.
“Would you tell him he was the worst in you?” Iris asked.
Draco squeezed his eyes shut, forcing back the sting of tears and looked away. “What’s the point of this?” he asked stiffly.
“That there’s nothing wrong with having compassion for the child you were. Remembering that you were a child,” Iris said.
“I thought you said you didn’t bite,” Draco groused, rubbing his eyes.
Iris laughed.
“That stung quite a bit.”
“But it’s the good kind of pain,” Iris said.
Draco glared at her.
“I promise,” Iris said. “I’m not saying you can’t regret what happened in the past and grow past it but hating an entire facet of yourself-”
“That’s not me anymore,” Draco said.
“Not exactly you, but it’s still a part of you. Everything we live through becomes a part of us and changes who we are, not always but-”
“Not always?” Draco said.
Iris sighed, “I hate talking in absolutes. Very few things in the world are absolute… except maths, and I’ve never been very good at maths.”
Draco smiled faintly.
“I just think it’s healthier to accept even those parts of ourselves that give us the most difficulty because you can’t work through something you won’t even acknowledge is there,” Iris said.
Jasmine padded back over and threw herself face-first onto her bed with a groan.
“This was a good first meeting,” Iris said, “I think I’m going to put you in my new group. We’ll meet here, in the mind healing wing, in conference room four, twice a week on tuesdays and thursdays at two.”
“What day is it?” Draco asked.
“I’ll get you a calendar and a copy of the schedule.” Iris smiled and stood up, “Come on, I’ll get you checked out, and we can go over a few more things.”
Draco slowly slid his legs off the bed, his body stiff and aching from the long bed rest.
“And Jasmine, when I come back, we’re going to have a chat,” Iris said.
Jasmine groaned into her pillow.
“Unless you manage to fall asleep, of course,” Iris added.
Jasmine added a muffled, ‘oh fuck off’.
“I always enjoy our talks as well,” Iris said.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 everyone say hello to Iris!🥰 💜
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dorthyanndrarry · a month ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -5-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 4 || Part 6 ->
They landed back by the bins behind the apartment block. Draco grimaced as his feet hit the rough asphalt.
“Where are we?” Potter asked, looking around at the sour-smelling back alley.
“I need to duplicate your shoes,” Draco said.
“I need to make a copy of your shoes,” Draco said.
“Didn’t have time to steal a pair?” Potter said.
“You took my clothes, Potter. Was I supposed to stand around in my pants until you returned?” Draco said.
“They weren’t real clothes,” Potter said.
“They covered my dick well enough,” Draco said.
Potter blinked.
“Fine,” Draco said flatly, carefully walking around the bins and heading to the pavements.
“Wait, Malfoy- Just copy them,” Potter said, hurrying after him.
“No. Fuck you,” Draco said stubbornly.
The concrete pavement was easier to walk on. Draco kept his eyes on his feet to avoid cracks and broken glass.
“Malfoy-” Potter called.
Tom sat outside his apartment door on a cheap plastic chair and put on a nasty smile when he spotted Draco. “Where’s my rent, Malfoy?”
“I don’t have it,” Draco said, shooting a vicious glare over his shoulder at Potter, “It was stolen.”
Tom snorted, “Sure it was. Doesn’t matter, even if you did. I already rented the place out.”
Draco’s shoulders slumped even though he knew it was going to happen.
“They’re movin’ in tomorrow, so get your shite out, or it’ll go in the bins,” Tom said.
Draco wanted to tell Tom exactly where he could shove it and then transfigure him into a slug, but he bit down on his tongue.
“Err… it’s my fault he doesn’t have rent,” Potter said.
“So?” Tom snorted again. He told Draco, “Maybe your new sugar-daddy can find you somewhere else to live.”
“I’m not his sugar-daddy,” Potter said quickly. “We’re not- we’re not, uh, dating.” He looked flustered.
“I don’t fuckin’ care,” Tom said.
“Are there any other flats I could rent?” Draco asked.
“No,” Tom said.
Draco took a deep breath, “...Are there any flats opening up?”
“Only if Mary kicks the bucket,” Tom said.
“Don’t say that,” Draco snapped.
Tom laughed, and Draco had to leave before he punched the prick, going through the empty courtyard and practically running up the stairs.
“Draco! Hey, man! You alright?!” Samuel called.
He was standing next to Elle, sitting in her armchair. They were sharing a spliff back and forth, out of eyesight of Tom down below.
Draco paused and decided his flat could wait, walking over to them, “Did you hear what Tom said?”
Samuel nodded.
“I’m so sorry, Draco,” Elle said.
Samuel passed him the blunt, and Draco took it gratefully, breathing in deep until he felt dizzy. 
“Who’s this?” Elle asked.
Draco handed the blunt back to Samuel as he turned, frowning at Potter walking up behind him.
Draco breathed out into his face, “Potter.”
“Harry,” Potter said, waving the smoke away with a cough, “uh, Harry Potter.”
Samuel narrowed his eyes, “And you’re the reason Draco doesn’t have rent?”
“Err...” Potter rubbed the back of his neck, having the fucking audacity to look embarrassed.
“You warned me it, Samuel, all it takes is one bad guy,” Draco said, throwing up his hands, “Although you were probably thinking in terms of a serial killer, not a fucking wizard cop with a chip on his shoulder who stole my wallet in an effort arrest me for doing nothing-!”
“Malfoy, don’t tell them-”
“He stole your wallet?” Elle said.
“Is he a real cop, Draco?” Samuel asked suspiciously. “Or a part of your wizard cult thing?”
“He’s a real cop to wizards, but he can’t touch you,” Draco said.
Potter was glaring at him.
Draco ignored him.
“I have a very limited jurisdiction,” Potter said carefully.
Samuel and Elle exchanged a look.
“Are you okay?” Elle asked, “I’ve never seen you this worked up before.”
“That’s his fault,” Draco shooting a glare back at Potter, “He brings out the worst in me.”
“Just give him his wallet back, man,” Samuel told Potter.
Elle nodded.
“I’ll get it back to him as soon as he’s been cleared of all charges,” Potter said.
“None of which I’ve committed,” Draco said.
Samuel shook his head, muttering under his breath, “fuckin’ cops.”
Potter’s chin jerked up slightly, but he didn’t say anything.
“Did I ever tell you, Draco, I got picked up by a cop when I was twelve?” Samuel said to Draco, very deliberately ignoring Potter, “He said I matched the description of some suspect and threw me in this holding cell with a bunch of other guys. There were so many of us we could barely move around. And some of the guys in there were proper rough.”
“That’s horrid,” Elle said.
“It messed me up good,” Samuel said.
Elle took the joint and drag from it.
“Elle, he’s a cop,” Samuel said.
“And I’m a white lady,” Elle said, shrugging one shoulder. “It’s got to be good for something. It’s sure as fuck useless for getting any sort of medical diagnosis. Other than crazy and too fat.”
“You got somewhere to stay, Draco?” Samuel asked.
“I’ll find something,” Draco said.
“Don’t be stupid,” Elle said, “I can make room in my place.”
“We can fit your bed in next to mine. Sam will help, won’t you?” Elle said.
Samuel nodded.
“I don’t want to get in your way,” Draco said.
Elle raised an eyebrow, “You remember when I lost my benefits, and you found that food bank and brought me food every week,  so I didn’t starve while I was getting them back? It’s only fair I get to help you out now.”
Draco shook his head, “Tom might kick you out if he finds out you’re letting me live in your flat.”
“You’ll be my guest. It will be fine,” Elle said.
“If he starts being shitty about it, we can just move your mattress to mine,” Samuel said.
“And I’m sure Mary would let you use her couch,” Elle said.
Samuel chuckled, “She’d be thrilled.”
“Can you die from eating too many biscuits?” Draco asked with faux concern.
Elle laughed and stood up slowly. “Samuel, will you help me move some things out of the way?”
Samuel nodded. He glanced at Harry suspiciously before taking the blunt back from Elle and taking a hit.
“You get your things,” Elle told Draco.
“Very well,” Draco said, “...Thank you.”
“You’d do the same for us,” Elle said.
Draco nodded.
Samuel gave Draco the cigarette before following Elle into her apartment.
Draco put the blunt to his lips and took the stairs up one more floor to his room, trying to ignore Potter’s plodding footsteps behind him. He pushed the door open to his room.
“You don’t lock your door?” Potter asked.
Draco turned around and held out the spliff.
“What?” Potter said.
“It might help you calm the fuck down,” Draco said.
Potter shook his head, “No, I can’t-”
Draco put the spliff to his lips and blew a stream of smoke into Potter’s face.
“Hey!” Potter coughed.
Draco ignored him and went inside.
How it looked never mattered to Draco, it was just a place to sleep and drink. But seeing it now, as Potter must be seeing it, made Draco feel embarrassed, and irritated that he even cared what Potter thought.
At least it wasn’t dirty; Draco always vanished the empty bottles and used plenty of cleaning charms. But there wasn’t much else to the room. A narrow bed and cheap plywood dresser set next to it was the only furniture, picked up from the curb near some university dorms.
Draco sighed and just tried to ignore Potter.
“You live here?” Potter asked in dismay.
Draco took the last drag from the fag end of the cigarette and dropped it in the sink as he passed. He went over to the dresser and pulled out a drawer containing a single folded up winter robe. He couldn’t remember the last time he wore it. He jerked the drawer out and carried it over to the kitchen, pushing the robe into a corner and pulling open the fridge.
“You know it’s against the Statute of Secrecy to tell muggles we’re wizards,” Potter said.
Draco rolled his eyes as he moved bottles of juice into his makeshift box, “They don’t believe me.”
“Then why tell them? You could be arrested,” Potter said.
“Shockingly enough, Potter,” Draco said sarcastically, “I never expected to encounter another wizard here.”
“But… I don’t understand why,” Potter said.
Draco closed the fridge door hard and stared at the yellow-white surface of the refrigerator.
“Why risk it?” Potter asked.
Draco turned around and held out his arms, “Look at me.”
Potter looked at him, but was mostly just confused.
“Imagine some scrawny blond twat with a posh accent, and a pretty face moves into the shittiest flat for miles, but somehow, he has absolutely nothing to his name and no idea how anything muggle works to the point of utter absurdity. People are rather suspicious of that sort of thing.” Draco said. 
He pulled open the freezer and grabbed the half-empty bottle of vodka. “So, rather than having people assume I’m a murderer or like to diddle children, I tell them I’m a wizard raised in a cult.” He slammed the freezer shut, “Then they just think I’m fucking crazy.”
“Uhm...” Potter eased the bathroom door open to look inside, “...It’s hard to imagine you, living here. I figured you’d be in one of those big empty flats full of expensive white furniture.”
Draco opened the cupboard next to the fridge and grabbed the nearly full bottle of whiskey and an almost empty bottle of rum. The bottles clinked as he sat them on top of one another.
“Why here? Why not somewhere nicer?” Potter asked.
Draco sighed and turned to look at him, “Because I couldn’t, Potter. The muggle equivalency papers I got from the Ministry amounted to a birth certificate and a paper saying I passed my GCSE exams, which I suppose are the equivalent to the OWL’s.” 
He ticked off on his fingers, “I have no work history, no history of living anywhere, no evidence of income or savings, and no higher education certifications. I barely exist. Barely. Tom only rented to me because I paid cash. I think it was all under the table, but I never got up the nerve to ask.”
“Oh,” Potter said astutely.
‘Oh,’ Draco mouthed mockingly.
Potter frowned but there was a knock on the door before he could say anything.
 Draco stepped around Potter and pulled it open.
“Ready to go?” Samuel asked.
“I’ll help you carry the mattress,” Draco said, swinging the door open and going to the bed, pinning the pillow under his arm and picking up one end.
Samuel nodded and picked up the other end, walking it out of the door.
“Go away, Potter,” Draco said as they went past him, “Just leave me alone.”
Potter said nothing, turning to watch him go.
Samuel had pushed Elle’s bed up against the wall to make space for Draco beside the dresser and clothes hamper.
When Draco went back to get the drawer filled with his meagre belongings, Potter was gone. Left in the middle of the floor, where Potter had been standing, was a pair of worn sneakers. Draco considered vanishing them but eventually decided to slip them on his bare feet. They would have to do for now.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜
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dorthyanndrarry · a month ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -7-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s, enemies to lovers, angst
suggested rating: Mature
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <- Part 6 || Part 8 ->
Draco leaned back against the door to Elle’s apartment as he shut it, Elle and her brother’s voice coming through the thin wood.
“-he’s a friend-”
“You can barely take care of yourself, the last thing you need-”
“Ryan,” Elle interrupted, “he just needs a place to stay. He’s just sleeping here until he gets some money problems sorted out.”
“And how long is that going to take?” Ryan said, “You don’t know, do you?”
“And you know that it doesn’t work like that,” Elle said.
“Why can’t you just move back in with Mum, Ellen? She has your old room-”
“So she can micromanage every aspect of my life while treating me like I’m made of glass? I’d rather go back to the group home,” Elle said.
“Don’t say that-”
“You left. You don’t know what it was like-”
Draco stepped away, sipping from his half-empty whiskey and coke as he hurried down the stairs.
“Ey, Draco,” Samuel said, looking up at the sound of his footsteps. The skin under his eyes was puffy with weariness, and he held a large insulated mug in both hands.
“Since when do you drink coffee?” Draco asked, dropping onto the bench beside him, “Caffeine seems like-”
“A bad idea?” Samuel finished for him, “Yeah. Makes me jumpy as fuck.”
“Long night?” Draco asked.
“A lotta long nights,” Samuel said.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“The other dishwasher walked out, and the boss asked me to cover his shifts until he can hire someone new,” Samuel asked.
“So you’re working double shifts?” Draco asked.
“Seven days a week, every night,” Samuel said, shaking his head, “It wouldn’t be too bad, but I’ve got other things to do, y’know? So when I gotta run to the shops or the bank or whatever- it gets a little rough.”
“Can’t you ask for time off?” Draco asked.
Samuel frowned faintly, rubbing the back of his head, “I mean… I could; I just don’t want to risk messing this thing up. I need this job.”
“I could cover a few days for you,” Draco suggested.
Samuel raised an eyebrow, “I doubt you’ve ever worked a day in your life. No offence.”
“None taken. But I’m fairly certain I could manage. For two or three days,” Draco said. “Probably.”
Samuel chuckled and shook his head.
“Look, if you show me how to do everything, I’m certain I can do it,” Draco said.
“I wish I had your confidence, man,” Samuel said.
“It’s better than working yourself to death,” Draco said.
Samuel’s grin grew, “I’m tougher than that.”
“Just because I haven’t worked before doesn’t mean I can’t,” Draco said. “I’ll have you know, I was a very adept learner in school.”
“In what?” Samuel joked, “Curses and hexes?”
“Curses and hexes are a subset of Charms,” Draco said, “You would know that if you were a proper wizard.”
“Sure, man.”
“So?” Draco said.
Samuel thought about it for a while and then nodded, “Alright. I’ll call my boss and see if he’d be game for you to step in for a few days. Monday and tuesday are usually pretty light. Just, probably best if you don’t bring up the wizard stuff.”
“I’m not supposed to talk about it to non-wizarding folk, anyway,” Draco said.
“Yeah, good. I’ll be right back,” Samuel said, standing up and heading over to his ground floor apartment. He stopped and turned around, “That cop of yours was hanging around here earlier.”
“What happened to him?” Draco asked.
“He was sitting on the bench across from me, and he up and left. He must not have liked how I was looking at him,” Samuel said, pulling open his door and stepping inside.
Draco could just imagine the look Samuel had been giving Potter. Samuel had a ‘leave me alone’ stare that could make the most hardened individual feel deeply uncomfortable.
Draco sighed and stood up, stepping out of the courtyard and looking around.
Potter was leaning against the outside wall chewing on his thumbnail, somehow contriving to look even worse than Samuel.
“You look like shit,” Draco said.
Potter’s head jerked up, and he glared at Draco with red-rimmed eyes, his hair in a particularly unpleasant mess, “No thanks to you.”
“Did telling you ‘no’ bruise your little ego?” Draco asked.
“I had nightmares all night because of what you said,” Potter said.
“Boohoo,” Draco said sarcastically, “I feel so sorry for you. As if I wasn’t racked with nightmares for years about nearly dying in a flooded bathroom at the hands of an idiot.”
Potter scowled down at his feet.
“Why won’t you just go away, Potter?” Draco said, truly exasperated.
“Are you actually going to work for that guy?” Potter asked, completely ignoring Draco’s question.
“Yes,” Draco said.
“But you wouldn’t take my money,” Potter said.
Draco snorted, “It’s not about the money, he could use a break, and I want to help.”
“But you do need money,” Potter said.
Draco rolled his eyes, “I don’t want your money, Potter.”
Potter turned his glare to Draco, “The money I offered you was just to replace the thousand from your wallet. It was a loan to help you out until I could get your stuff out of processing, which I have been trying to do.”
Draco sighed, “I don’t want your money.”
“Then what do you want?” Potter asked.
“For you to go away, as I have said, numerous times,” Draco said.
“Well, that’s not going to happen,” Potter said.
“You are such a stubborn arsehole,” Draco said.
“Says you, prick,” Potter shot back.
Draco shook his head, “You can’t ‘fix’ this. You can’t save me like some sort of damsel in distress.”
“Well, that’s true. You’re definitely not a damsel in distress. I couldn’t think of a worse description for you,” Potter said sarcastically. “You’re more of a henchman. Or a sentient cactus.”
Draco laughed.
“...What?” Potter was staring at him.
“Sentient cactus,” Draco repeated, “I like that.”
Potter looked away with a frown.
The sound of a door shutting and footsteps heralded the return of Samuel, who stopped right under the archway leading out onto the pavement.
Samuel paused to throw a glare at Potter before turning his back to him and talking only to Draco. “I talked to my manager. He said he’d be game, but it’s going to be unofficial-like because he doesn’t want to deal with all the paperwork just for a temp. So I’ll pay you out of my wages, alright?”
Draco nodded, “That’s fine. When do I- we work? It’s almost time, isn’t it?” He glanced up at the sun, making its way into late afternoon.
Samuel shook his head, “It’s saturday. Tomorrow, I’ll show you how to do everything during the first half of my shift when it’s quieter, and then, if everything works out, you can take over on monday.”
“Tomorrow, then,” Draco said.
Samuel smiled tiredly, “And, thanks, man.”
“No problem,” Draco said.
Samuel held out his hand for a fist bump before headed towards the tube station.
Potter didn’t speak until Samuel was out of sight, “Do you really not know what day it is?”
“It’s not something I need to know,” Draco said.
“And you’re going to work in that?” Potter said, nodding to the joggers and loose t-shirt Draco had been stuck in the past few days.
“Probably not,” Draco said.
“So, how’re you going to get new clothes without any money?” Potter asked.
Draco found himself starting to grin at this stupid little game Potter was playing. “I could always borrow something from Samuel,” he said, “But I’ll probably go to a thrift store down the way and copy something decent.”
“You’ll steal something,” Potter said.
Draco rolled his eyes, “No. Potter. The original clothes will remain in the shop and can still be sold. My copies are, as you call them, not real clothes. They’ll only last a week or two before the magic dissipates.”
“If you’re going to just copy some clothes, why not copy something expensive?” Potter asked.
“Because the Geminio charm copies everything,” Draco said, “Including those little clipped on plastic things that set off the alarms when you try to leave with them. And every time I’ve tried to just vanish the alarm, it vanished the whole fucking outfit. Cutting them out works, but it’s a lot of work for clothes with holes in them that will disappear in a week.”
Draco lifted his bottle of coke and whiskey to his lips and took a rather large swallow.
Potter squinted at the bottle.
“What?” Draco asked.
“I was half expecting it to be a beer,” Potter said.
“Ugh,” Draco wrinkled his nose, “I do not understand why people drink beer. The last thing I want to do is taste my alcohol.”
Potter narrowed his eyes at the bottle in his hand.
“Whiskey and coke,” Draco said, “You think I would talk to you sober? Not likely.”
“The last time I was here, was that-”
“Vodka cranberry,” Draco said.
Potter frowned, “Do you always drink so much?”
Draco shrugged the question off, “I suppose since it’s saturday, you already had the day off. Can’t fathom why you’d want to spend it here,” he gestured to the sad-looking little neighbourhood.
“Aurors work all days of the week. I only specially ask for sundays off,” Potter said. “Why do you drink so much?”
“Because,” Draco said flippantly. “So you had to take more time off to keep stalking me then?”
“I have a lot of personal days saved up,” Potter said, “Because why?”
Draco frowned at him, “Just because.”
“I answered all your quest-”
“I don’t owe you any fucking answers, Potter,” Draco snapped. “Merlin, why can’t you just mind your own business!” He turned and stormed back into the apartment complex.
He went back up the stairs. Thankfully, he didn’t have to go back to Elle’s flat and her angry brother because Potter didn’t follow him. Draco sat down on the top step. When he tilted his coke up and got nothing more than a few drops from the bottom, he threw the empty bottle down the stairs. It clattered loudly against concrete and metal before coming to a slow rolling stop. Draco leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes.
Draco blinked slowly, his eyes tracking the clouds moving past the little square of blue high over the courtyard. The concrete bench he was lying on dug into his hips and shoulders, but at some point, he had stopped caring. He was humming under his breath, a soft nonsense melody just to break up the silence around him.
A shadow fell over Draco, and he squinted through the change in brightness. The shadow plucked the bottle dangling from Draco’s fingers and held it up to the light, yellow-white sunlight streaming through the liquid.
“Lemonade?” Potter asked. He sniffed the mouth of the bottle and frowned before taking a tiny sip and making a face. “Jesus, Malfoy, how much vodka did you put in this?”
“Too much,” Draco muttered, “Tastes like shite.”
“You still drank most of it,” Potter said.
“And I’ll finish it,” Draco said, reaching up to take the bottle.
Potter kept it easily out of reach.
“You don’t know where that’s been,” Draco said.
“Your mouth? What, did you spit in it?” Potter asked.
“You wish,” Draco said.
Potter snorted, “I’m not one of your hookups, Malfoy.”
“You just have terrible taste,” Draco said sourly, “Never could see quality when it was right in front of you.”
“Probably because you always open your mouth and ruin it,” Potter said.
“Rude,” Draco said, but couldn’t help smiling, “but probably true.”
“Definitely true,” Potter said. He pushed one of Draco’s legs off the back of the bench and sat on the edge.
“I thought you’d finally given up,” Draco muttered.
“You said you were going to work for three days,” Potter said.
Draco grimaced.
“Went well, did it?” Potter said sarcastically.
“I did the job. No one had any complaints,” Draco said irritably.
Potter didn’t say anything.
“I washed all the plates and pots and washed more and washed more, and smelled like their weird soap,” Draco held up his hands, “my hands got all pruney.”
Potter frowned in disbelief.
“I lied. I wore gloves the whole time,” Draco said.
“You’re supposed to wear them, for hygiene,” Draco said.
“Why did you lie?” Potter asked.
“Pruney hands was funnier,” Draco said, “Not that you ever laugh at my jokes.”
Potter looked at him with a sigh, and Draco lifted his foot and tried to kick Potter in the side but missed, nearly slipping off the bench.
“You’re drunk,” Potter said.
Draco pulled his legs back up, tucking his feet up by his knees, “Fuck off.”
Potter sighed again, “… I don’t think I can.”
“Are your legs broken?” Draco asked sarcastically.
“Malfoy...” Potter said.
“I had to be good,” Draco said.
“At the working. I had to be good, so I didn’t drink much. I didn’t want to get Samuel in trouble, so I was good.” Draco said, “I worked hard. I was good.”
“That’s- that’s good?” Potter said, his brow furrowing.
“Why can’t you?” Draco asked.
“What?” Potter asked, “Can you try to make sense? I can’t follow half the shite you’re saying.”
“I want you to fuck off; you said no,” Draco said.
“Because… I want to make this right,” Potter said.
“fuuuuck,” Draco groaned.
“You were-” Potter grimaced, “-you were right. I’ve- I’ve fucked this all up, and I owe it to you to try and fix it.”
Draco closed his eyes with satisfaction, “Say it again.”
“That I fucked everything-”
“That I was right,” Draco said.
There was a long, long pause that promoted Draco to open his eyes again and watch Potter grimace and furrow his brow like someone had shoved a lemon in his mouth.
“…You were right,” Potter said reluctantly.
Draco grinned hugely.
“Fucking hell, Malfoy,” Potter muttered. “Just tell me what you want.”
Draco tilted his head back to look back at the sky.
“Anything. Whatever you want,” Potter said.
Draco smiled wanly, “‘Whatever I want’ that’s a dangerous thing to offer.”
“Within reason,” Potter added.
Draco scoffed.
“So what?” Draco said.
“What do you want?” Potter asked.
A pigeon flew in and landed on the edge of the building, its wings opening and flapping absently to keep its balance.
“Malfoy,” Potter said.
“I don’t know,” Draco said.
“I don’t,” Draco said.
Potter sighed.
Draco pushed himself up, dropping his legs on either side of the bench, his knee pressing into the side of Potter’s leg, “Give me my drink back.”
Potter looked at the bottle in his hand and frowned. He tightened his grip, the plastic crinkling in his hand, and for a moment looked like he might throw it across the courtyard, but reluctantly passed it over to Draco.
The last swallow of the cocktail was sour and biting with vodka, gone warm from sitting in Potter’s hand.
“Malfoy, what can I do to make this right?” Potter asked.
Draco flipped the empty bottle upside-down and whacked Potter on the side of his head, “I don’t want it.”
“What?” Potter said with a frown.
“Your stupid- anything,” Draco said, smacking Potter again with a hollow plastic tong.
“I know you don’t want my money,” Potter said.
“I don’t want anything from you, because it’s you. I’d rather die than take your fucking charity,” Draco said.
Potter grabbed Draco’s wrist before he could hit him again and pulled the bottle easily out of his hand. “It’s not charity, Malfoy. I fucked up your life. I owe you. I want to fix things.”
Draco sneered at him.
Potter threw the bottle out of reach.
“Let me go,” Draco said, trying to pull his hand away.
Potter let him go.
Draco rubbed his wrist even though Potter hadn’t hurt him in the least.
“Fine. Fine. What- what about a deal then?” Potter said, his voice dripping with frustration, “There’s something like that, isn’t there?  An unbreakable vow but a deal between two people.”
Draco snorted, “Not a chance; unbreakable vows are fatal if you break them.”
“Which is why I asked if there was something, less- less fatal!” Potter said.
“A Birkin’s Bargain?” Draco said.
“Which is what? How does it work?” Potter asked.
“It’s a magically binding vow for both people,” Draco said.
“And if someone breaks the… bargain? What happens?” Potter asked.
Draco shrugged one shoulder, “It’s broken. The deal is off. No one really uses Birkin’s Bargain because there’s nothing to really bind the vow without the threat of death.”
Potter rolled his eyes, “Of course not. Nothing in the wizarding world lasts without some sort of threat of death or injury involved.”
Draco laughed faintly.
“So let’s make a bargain then,” Potter said.
“It’s not a bargain if you don’t want something,” Draco said.
“Who said I don’t?” Potter said.
Draco frowned and leaned back, “...What do you want?”
“...Stop drinking,” Potter said.
Draco grimaced, “We talked about this, Potter, you can’t damsel in distress me-”
“Why not?” Potter said.
“Why can’t I save you? You think I can’t? I bet I could,” Potter said, his expression settling into fierce determination, the likes I which Draco hadn’t seen since they were both in school.
Draco shivered and then frowned at himself.
“And you can have whatever you want,” Potter said.
Potter nodded.
“So I could live in your flat?”
Potter’s mouth tightened, but he nodded.
“And you would take care of all my needs?” Draco asked.
Potter managed a very tight nod.
Draco leaned forward until their faces were only inches apart, reaching up and brush Potter’s cheek with the back of his hand, the faint shadow of stubble scraping across his skin, “All my needs?”
Potter jerked back, “No sleeping around either.” He narrowed his eyes and took Draco’s hand, pulling it down to the bench, “If you’re trying to scare me off, it won’t work.”
“Does it ever?” Draco said.
The corner of Potter’s mouth turned up in a faint smirk, “No.” He held out his hand, “It’s a bargain then?”
“That’s not how the spell works,” Draco said.
“Malfoy,” Potter said impatiently.
“You’ll break the bargain first,” Draco said.
Potter snorted, “Doubt it.”
Draco eyed Potter’s hand warily, “Fine,” and shook it.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 😉👍 but hey, at least we’re finally at the beginning of where the original story started lol
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dorthyanndrarry · 2 months ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -1-
--> Part 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 -
Unlike most of things I write, this story will deal with a lot of heavy real world problems such as drug use, alcohol use, casual sex, suicidal idealisation and an absolute metric-fuckton of mental illness. There will also be the less ‘sensational’ real world problems, like poverty, capitalism, the failures of government and conservatism.  (And also explicit sexual content but I generally get more complaints about there not being sex or not enough sex or not explicit enough sex, than there being any.)
Anyway, my hope is that despite dealing with very emotionally heavy topics, I can write about them in a light sort of way. I want to write about community and friendship and how humans, when it comes down to it, are social creatures who survive because they take care of one another and watch out for one another, even when there’s nothing in it for them. Humans who care. I want this to be a story about humans who care.
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s
suggested rating: Mature
A clock gently ticked in the quiet room. The hands read three twenty-five. Draco groaned softly, a faint puff of dust swirling above his head as he moved. He pressed his hand to his chest, every beat of his heart echoing in his head with a thrum of dull pain. He slowly pushed himself up, gripping the musty sheets until his head stopped spinning. The curtain covering the only window was too thin to block out the sunlight and filled the room with a sickly yellow hue.
The bed creaked as he stood up, almost stumbling over his own feet as he crossed the linoleum to the kitchen a few feet away. Draco stopped abruptly as he stepped in something sticky and pulled his foot back with a grimace. He stared at the refrigerator and then reluctantly returned to his bed, flipping his pillow out of the way and grabbing his wand.
“Scourgify,” his voice came out rough.
Draco aimed the spell at the floor and his feet and then threw another one over himself, frowning at the rough prickle of magic over his skin.
His button-up shirt was wrinkled and smelled like cigarette smoke. His hair was getting long, reaching the top of his shoulders, but it was tied back into a messy knot at the nape of his neck where he didn’t have to see it. He started to look too much like his father when it got long. He’d have to hack it off soon, seeing ghosts in the mirror messed with his head.
He shoved his wand into the back pocket on his slacks and went to the fridge, tugging on the handle and then pulling harder until the seal on the door finally popped free.
The fridge’s meagre contents rattled. Draco squeezed his eyes shut at the brilliant light inside, fumbling around blindly until his fingers found the little switch that turned off the light and held it down. He opened his eyes and grabbed the first bottle he saw, some shit brand of orange juice, before quickly closing the door.
Draco twisted off the top of the bottle, gulped down a third of the orange juice, and grabbed a bottle of vodka from the freezer, refilling the bottle of orange juice to the top. He screwed the cap back on, mixing it together with a few lazy twists of his wrist. Before he left, stepped into the bathroom. The medicine cabinet was open, the mirror turned against the wall. He splashed some water on his face and grabbed a couple painkillers from the medicine cabinet, washing them down with his shitty cocktail.
The small apartment block was a square with the centre open, a couple floors ringed with railings outside narrow doors leading to narrow apartments. Below was a small stone courtyard with a few concrete benches and concrete planters filled with limp, dead grass and the hints of flowers that might have once been there.
“Ey, Draco!” A young black man raised his hand in greeting courtyard, the faint sickly sweet smell of weed floating up from the cigarette in his hand.
“Samuel,” Draco waved back and headed down the stairs crossing the concrete and dropping onto the bench beside the young man with his tight cropped black hair.
“How’re you doing, man?” Samuel asked.
“Spent the night in my own bed,” Draco said.
Samuel made a tch noise, “That’s good. You gotta stop hoeing around.”
“What are you, my mother?” Draco asked.
“Nah, just a friend,” Samuel said. He lifted the cigarette to his lips and took a pull, letting the smoke slowly drift back out of his mouth before he spoke again, “You’re gonna get hurt. All it takes is one bad guy.”
“I’m careful,” Draco said, “I have my wand after all.”
Samuel laughed and then coughed lightly, “What you need is some brass knuckles. Or a knife. Not that little stick of yours.”
“It’s not a stick; it’s a wand. Hawthorn with a core of unicorn hair,” Draco said.
Samuel snorted, “Yeah, yeah. And you can’t show me any magic cause it’s against the rules. I know.”
Draco ignored the comment and nodded to Samuel’s spliff, “Be careful Tom doesn’t catch you with that; he’ll throw you out in a heartbeat.”
“Tom ain’t never around this time of day,” Samuel said. “And I need it, for my nerves, you know?”
Draco nodded.
“Side’s we’re not all that different,” Samuel nodded to the bottle in Draco’s hand.
Remembering his drink, Draco brought it to his lips and drank enough to feel the burn of the alcohol mixing with the citric acid.
“Tom’ll throw any of us out in a heartbeat. He hates all of us,” Samuel said.
“Except, Mary,” Draco said.
“Hmm,” Samuel said.
“It’s impossible to hate Mary,” Draco said.
"That would be assuming Tom ever liked anyone. He probably doesn't even like puppies," Samuel said.
Draco laughed and asked, “How is the kitchen job working out?”
Samuel nodded and quirked a slow smile, “Good. Like, I know most people hate that sort of thing, but I like it.”
“I thought you had trouble being around a lot of people,” Draco said.
Samuel waved his hand, a faint wisp of smoke slipping through his fingers with the movement. "Nah. It's just me and the dishwasher. The kitchen's bustlin’, and they're shouting and movin', but it's pretty quiet in the back. I load up the machine, and you can hear the water rushin' around; it's like my own little ocean."
“And your boss is cool?” Draco asked.
“As long as I do my job, he doesn’t mind,” Samuel said.
“I hope this one works out for you,” Draco said.
“Me too, man,” Samuel said, “I could use a break.”
Samuel took a long slow pull, closing his eyes and holding his breath, taking a single moment of peace in a crazy world. “Alright,” he said slowly, opening his eyes, “I better get goin’. Don’t want to be late.”
Draco nodded.
Samuel stood up and passed the nub of the spliff out to Draco, “You want the last?”
Draco took the smouldering end, "Thanks."
Samuel nodded, “See you around, man.”
Draco put the cigarette to his mouth, breathing in smoke until he could feel the burning heat on his fingertips. He flicked the end onto the ground and smeared the ash across the concrete, coughing faintly as his breath ran out. The smoke dissipated into the air as he leaned back on the bench and stared up at the small square of blue sky above him, watching the clouds as they drifted by.
“-aco! Draco!” There was a laugh, “I know you’re down there; I heard you talking to Sam!”
Draco blinked, and blinked again, trying to focus.
“Come up here, space case!” A woman called from the floor above him.
“Comin’,” Draco said hoarsely.
“Hurry up!”
Draco cleared his throat as he slowly stood up, “Keep your pants on, Elle.”
His head was swimming very gently as he moved, like a soft fog had filled his mind and slowed all his thoughts down to a trickle. He took his time coming up the stairs, dragging his free hand along the cool metal railing as he walked, feeling the faint edges of the chipping paint.
“Don’t pretend you have something better to do,” Elle said as he came around the corner. Her curly brown hair was loose and wild around her face. Dark circles ringed her eyes as she looked up from the old armchair she was sitting in beside her front door.
“Neither do you,” Draco said, “Why do I have to rush?”
“Because it’s not about me,” Elle said, “We have a new neighbour.”
Draco looked around and saw no one.
“She’s inside,” Elle nodded to an apartment down the walkway, “ Her name is Naja. She’s setting things up for her and her kids. Two, a boy and a girl.”
“Kids, here?” Draco said, leaning back against the railing.
“It’s going to get loud,” Elle laughed softly. “I told her you wouldn’t mind showing her Bohdan’s shop.”
Draco nodded, “Sure. I’ll see if Mary needs anything.”
“Thanks,” Elle said with a tired smile.
“You doing alright?” Draco asked. “You seem more tired than usual.”
“Hmm,” Elle said, closing her eyes and dropping her head back against the wall, “My body hates me. Just the usual bullshit.”
“Need anything?” Draco asked, sipping from his bottle.
Elle shook her head, “My brother is going to come by this weekend and help me out.”
“If you change your mind-”
“I know, you’re here,” Elle said and smiled, “you wastrel.”
Draco chuckled.
A door clicked open three doors down, and a short brown skin woman stepped outside, relocking the door behind her. She was wearing a blue blouse decorated with white flowers and a pretty purple hijab.
“Naja,” Elle called, “This is Draco. The bloke I told you about.”
“Hello,” Draco said, “Welcome to the neighbourhood.”
“Hi,” Naja hurried over to them, “Sorry, were you waiting for me?”
“We were just having a chat,” Elle said. “You got everything moved in?”
“Most of it,” Naja said, “My parents will help me move the bigger things tomorrow. They’re watching Aleena and Darain for me right now.”
“Draco might be able to help, if he’s around. He runs errands for me sometimes, buys Mary’s groceries, that sort of thing,” Elle said.
“Not before noon,” Draco said.
Elle snorted, “Even before noon. He just whines more.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Elle said you wanted me to show you Bohdan’s.”
Naja blinked, looking lost for a second.
“The local shop I told you about,” Elle said.
“Oh. Right,” Naja said, “I don’t want to bother you. I can always go to the Tesco’s by the station.”
Elle waved her off, “It’s no bother. Draco is a layabout.”
“Rude,” Draco said.
“But true,” Elle teased.
“The nice thing about Bohdan’s is it’s only a few blocks away,” Draco said.
“Oh, that would be convenient,” Naja said.
“Sorry,” Elle interrupted, squeezing her eyes shut, “I can feel a migraine coming on.”
“Oh. Right! Okay. No problem,” Naja said.
Draco held his hand out and helped Elle to her feet. Letting her catch her balance against his shoulder before letting go.
“Sorry to leave so soon. It’s was great meeting you Naja. You can knock on my door any time. Any time, understand?” Elle insisted.
Naja nodded, “Yes. Thank you again!”
“Good. See you later, alright?” Elle said and went back into her apartment, leaving Draco and Naja alone on the walkway.
“Ready to go?” Draco asked.
“Ye-yeah, sure,” Naja said.
“I’m going to ask Mary if she needs anything first,” Draco said, waving for Naja to follow him as he headed back down the stairs and across the courtyard. Naja struggled to keep up with his long legs, and Draco belatedly adjusted his stride.
He knocked on apartment four, “Mary! It’s Draco!”
There was a long pause, and eventually, shuffling footsteps coming to the door. The chain on the door rattled and fumbled, the lock slowly sliding open, and finally, the door opened.
Mary was old and hunched; her wispy hair was dyed a reddish-brown with about an inch of grey-white roots showing. Her glasses took up half her wrinkled face, and the front of her pink sweatshirt had a picture of songbirds and flowers on it.
“Draco, dear!” Mary said with a delighted smile. “Look at you; you’re as handsome as always.”
“Am I not the picture of beauty?” Draco said with a grin.
“You are! And such a good boy!” Mary looked around him at Naja, “Who is this?”
“Mary meet Naja. She’s moving in here,” Draco said.
Mary squinted at Naja through her glasses, “Oh, hello dear. You have one of those- those- what are they called?” she pointed around her head.
“A hijab?” Naja said, doing her best to hide her anxiety.
“It must be nice not having to worry about how your hair looks,” Mary said, “When I was your age, I went to the salon every week to get my hair done. Still, that was easier than pinning it up every night.”
Naja laughed with relief, “I’m afraid I still worry about my hair. But at least when I have a bad hair day, no one has to see it.”
“I do so love meeting new people; you’ll have to come have tea with me once you’re moved in,” Mary said.
“Thank you, Ma’am,” Naja said with a cautious smile, “I’d like that.”
“Call me Mary, dear,” Mary said.
“We’re going to the shops, Mary,” Draco said, “Do you need anything?”
Mary bobbed her head, “Oh, yes, yes. I wrote a list. Let me find it.” She shuffled back inside, and after a lot of crinkly paper rustling noises, returned with a list written on the back of a receipt and a folded twenty-pound note. “Here-”
Mary clasped her hand over his, papery-thin skin and knobbly joints squeezing tight, “I want you to buy something for yourself as well. A muffin or a danish, something nice.”
“Very well,” Draco said.
Marry patted his hand and let go, “Don’t forget, you promised to have tea with me.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” Draco said.
“And be careful-”
“I will,” Draco said.
“And if they’re out of something on my list, you don’t have to worry about it,” Mary said.
“I know, Mary,” Draco said, “We’ll be back soon.”
Mary held her arms open, and Draco bent down to let her hug him, returning the embrace with one arm around her shoulders.
Mary waved at them until they left the courtyard and stepped out onto the street.
“Still waiting on that rent, Malfoy!” A grumpy man with a stained t-shirt yelled out the door or the first apartment as they walked past.
“I’ll get it to you, Tom,” Draco said flatly.
“Hurry up or you’re out on your ass!” Tom snapped and slammed the door shut. The small maroon plaque on his door read ‘Manager.’
Draco rolled his eyes.
“Mary seems nice,” Naja said.
“She’s wonderful,” Draco said, “Her family lives in america and can’t afford to come see her very often. She gets lonely.”
Draco walked slowly, matching Naja’s pace.
“Umm,” Naja said carefully, “Elle told me a bit about you.”
“Sounds about right. If there’s something you want everyone in the complex to know, tell Elle. She likes to gossip,” Draco said.
“You don’t mind?” Naja asked.
“It’s expedient,” Draco said.
Naja blinked and looked down at her hands, “I hope this isn’t rude, but Elle said you were gay-”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“-and I wondered if maybe that was why you were here?”
“Here?” Draco asked.
“At these apartments. You seem very… posh.”
“Posh,” Draco repeated with a smile.
“I just wouldn’t have imagined someone that looks and sounds like you living in such- such a cheap place,” Naja said.
Draco huffed a laugh, “So you thought my parents disowned me?”
“Or, well, maybe...” Naja said nervously.
“I never got the chance to tell my father I was gay before he died,” Draco said.
“I’m sorry,” Naja said quickly, ducking her head in embarrassment.
“It’s fine,” Draco said, “It’s been years now. And I could say the same for you. This isn’t exactly the first place someone brings a couple of kids.”
Naja laughed faintly, “...That’s true.”
“So. You tell me your tale of woe, and I shall tell you mine,” Draco said.
“It’s not very exciting,” Naja said, “I was born here, but my husband wasn’t and ….he got deported. We thought his visa was fine until they came and took him away. I’ve been working on getting things fixed so he can come home, but we can’t afford a lawyer or someone to help us with all the paperwork, and with two kids-”
“It makes things difficult,” Draco said.
“Yes,” Naja said emphatically, “And Darain has been acting out. I know he’s upset about Fahmi being gone, but I-” She shook her head, “...They will be starting school again soon, and then I will have more time. We moved here so they could keep going to their old school. I didn’t want them to lose their friends as well, and this was all I could afford. My parents are helping as much as they can, and Fahmi is doing whatever work he can find to send money to us but, it’s- it’s taking a lot of time.”
“If you need any help, ask. I’ll do what I can,” Draco said.
Naja smiled up at him, “You have all been so nice to me.”
“I am a delight,” Draco said. He stopped in front of Bohdan’s. The shop windows were cluttered with glowing neon signs and sun-faded advertisements for beer and cigarettes. A large cowbell clunked as Draco pulled open the door.
“Welcome! Can I help you?” Bohdan called in a thick Ukrainian accent. “Oh, Draco, it is you.”
“This is Naja,” Draco said as she stepped inside, “she’s new to the neighbourhood.”
Bohdan’s demeanour changed instantly, becoming bright and cheerful, “Hello! Hello! Welcome! I hope you like it here. I carry everything you need and if not, tell me, and I will get it just for you!”
The store was small and made smaller by the narrow aisles and tight-packed shelves. The products tended to be strange brands, boxes with tears and water damage, dented cans and products that would be outdated in a few days. But the prices couldn’t be beat.
Draco collected Mary’s things as Naja asked Bohdan about a growing list of things she used for cooking. Bohdan was writing down a list of ingredients next to the cash register when Draco came up, dropping an armful of things onto the counter.
“What is all this for anyway?” Bohdan asked, scratching his stubbly cheek with the stub of a scuffed eraser.
“Biryani,” Naja said, then in the face of his confusion, waved her hand, “Curries, tikka, that sort of thing.”
“I see, I see,” Bohdan said, straightening up, “I will find them and make a shelf just for you.”
Naja smiled, “Thank you but it’s fine if you can’t-”
“No, no, no,” Bohdan said quickly, shaking a finger at her, “Just you wait and see. I will find everything. You will never need to shop anywhere but Bohdan’s. You will see.” He began ringing up Mary’s groceries and putting them into a bag.
Draco dropped Mary’s twenty-pound note onto the counter, “And a bottle whisky, whatever’s cheapest, and a pack of cigarettes on a separate bill.”
He opened his rather thin wallet and grimaced, he really needed to go to the bank.
There was a basket of cling wrapped muffins in front of the till and Naja pointed to them, “Mary said to get something for yourself.”
“It’s fine,” Draco said.
Bohdan stopped and gave Draco a disapproving look. Naja’s was more disappointed.
Draco grabbed one of the muffins and tossed it onto the counter, “Fine. And this.”
The bell over the door clunked as they left. Draco held the plastic bags in one hand, eating the muffin with the other. It was banana nut, the inside a bright unreal yellow colour and dry, but the flavour wasn’t bad. He chewed slowly, his stomach giving an uneasy lurch at the first solid food of the day.
“It’s your turn,” Naja said, “I told you my story.”
“Ah, right,” Draco said with a sigh, “There is so very much wrong with me, but I suppose it boils down to: I was raised in a cult.”
“I- what?” Naja nearly tripped on the pavement and stumbled. “Did you say a cult? Truly?”
“Truly,” Draco said.
“You’re not joking?” Naja asked.
“I am not,” Draco said idly, “My father joined when he was just out of school. I don’t know if he actually bought into all the shite but or just wanted power but,” he shrugged, “I supposed it didn’t matter whether he believed it or not.”
“Did your mother- was she also-?”
“She never officially joined, but she supported everything my father did,” Draco said.
“Was it one of those weird religious cults?” Naja asked, and hesitated, “Oh, you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to! I didn’t mean to pry; it’s just- just… well, a cult. That’s the sort of thing you only see on the news.”
Draco smiled faintly, tossing the muffin liner in a bin as they passed. “...It wasn’t a weird religious cult. Unfortunately, it was one of the blood-purity, only certain people are the right sort of people, and we make up the rules, kind of cult.”
“...Oh,” Naja said.
“I don’t believe any of it anymore, but I did for an embarrassingly long time.” Draco awkwardly pushed up his sleeve and turned over his arm to show Naja what was left of the dark mark. After Voldemort died, it turned into something like a scar, pale white and shiny tight compared to the rest of his skin.
“They branded you?” Naja said softly. She reached her hand up and brushed her fingertips over his arm before realising she was doing it and quickly pulled back, “Sorry!”
“It’s fine,” Draco said. “The funny thing is, at the time, I wanted it. I was proud to be just like my father. I thought… I thought maybe he’d start to respect me, that other people would-” he shook his head.
“How old were you?” Naja asked.
“Sixteen,” Draco said.
Naja’s eyes widened, “You were just a child.”
“No sixteen-year-old thinks they’re a kid,” Draco said, pushing his sleeve down.
“Maybe not, but your parents should have,” Naja said sternly.
Draco pushed a tired smile onto his face.
“If you don’t mind,” Naja asked, “How did you get out?”
“The leader of the cult was killed, my father was thrown into jail, and my mother had a mental breakdown, and I, well, I had almost died a couple times and decided it just wasn’t for me,” Draco said.
Naja laughed awkwardly and slapped her hand over her mouth, “Sorry! It wasn’t funny. I mean-”
“I was trying to be a bit funny,” Draco said, “it’s easier that way. Anyway, after all that, there wasn’t much money left, and I used most of it to make sure my mother was taken care of. So I ended up here.”
Naja stopped in front of the apartment building, wavering uncertainly, “Sorry, I need to go pick up my kids before it gets any later. But thank you for showing me the shop and, well, everything. I was a bit nervous about moving here, but it doesn’t seem too bad anymore.”
Draco nodded, “It was nice to meet you, Naja. I’m sure we’ll see each other quite a bit from now on.”
Naja nodded and waved, turning and running over to a beat-up little car parked next to the building.
Draco stayed there, feet stuck to the ground after she left. He felt heavy and tired, and the sky looked grey like it might rain. He pulled out the pack of cigarettes, slowly pulled off the plastic, and pushed it open, lighting one with a cheap plastic lighter. He breathed the smoke in until it stung and held it in his lungs until his head began to swim. Draco stood there, staring at nothing, smoke swirling out of his mouth, a weight building in his chest.
He shook his head and finished the cigarette, stubbing the butt out on the ground. Draco turned on his heel and head back into the complex; he had promised to have tea with Mary.
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dorthyanndrarry · 2 months ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -3-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s
suggested rating: Mature
Disclaimer: 1 clean your sex toys well! 2. don’t share your sex toys!
 Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <-- Part 2 || Part 4 ->
The sun peaking around the buildings burned into Draco’s eyes, and he held up a hand to block the glare. He walked until he found a twenty-four-hour convince store and bought a bottle of coke with a handful of coins he managed to dig out of his wallet. He didn't have enough money left to even take the train.
Draco looked at the plastic bottle in his hand with a frown. Apparition and carbonation did not mix, and Draco didn’t fancy his soda fizzing over when he landed. Of course, that wasn’t the only thing he didn’t want to deal with.
He walked until he found a little park and sat on a bench. He sipped the soda under the shade of the trees, enjoying the cool morning air.
When a third of the bottle was empty, he took out his wallet and opened the bifold. It had two sections, one he kept the paper money in and the other he had charmed into a bag of holding. It wasn't very deep, but it let him store a few things. Draco fished out a heavy silver flask and added whiskey to the bottle coke.
An early morning jogger narrowed his eyes at Draco as he passed. Draco ignored him, waiting  until he was out of sight to put the flask back into his wallet. He wasn't sure if he meant to drink the whole bottle or if he simply wasn't paying attention until he put the bottle to his lips and found it empty.
Draco sighed and stood up, swaying a little on his feet. He walked down the path until he found a public bathroom. Behind the closed door, he vanished the empty bottle and, squeezing his eyes shut in concentration, apparated.
He landed badly on the cobbles of Diagon Alley and stumbling into someone.
“Oh, take care!” an old witch said, then narrowed her eyes as she recognised him, took a step back, brushing her robes off where he had touched her. “Excuse me,” she said coldly and quickly walked away.
Draco didn’t bother apologising; no one wanted to hear it. He was grateful that he had to keep his eyes on his feet while he walked. Staying steady on his feet took almost all his concentration, but part of his mind still noticed when people moved out the way to avoid him and the comments muttered under their breath. The worst of them were the ones that didn't try to avoid him, who walked toward him looking to bump into him, to confront him, their wand already clutched in knuckle white fists. Draco did his best to get out of their way, running his shoulder into the wall if he had to.
He was rushed and breathless when he stepped into Gringott's and took a few seconds to lean against a cold stone pillar to catch his breath. No one would try anything in the bank; the goblins wouldn't allow it.
Draco stepped up to an open counter.
“What you want?” The goblin demanded.
Draco fished his vault key out of his wallet and set it on the counter, “I want to withdraw forty galleons and have it converted to muggle currency.”
The goblin wrinkled their nose at him, “Extra charge for withdrawal service.”
“I know,” Draco said flatly.
“Extra charge for currency exchange.”
“I know,” Draco said impatiently. “You bloody charge for everything; just get on with it.”
The goblin sniffed and grabbed the key off the counter, “Fine. Wait here.”
Draco nodded. Once the goblin was out of sight, he crossed his arms on the counter and rested his cheek on them.
He was eight years old the first time he saw the family vaults. He remembered being terrified from the cart and trying not to cry because his father would narrow his eyes at him whenever he did; Draco hated that look; it made him feel like he had a stone in the bottom of his stomach. It wasn’t until he was much older that he realised that look was disappointment.
The Malfoy family vault had been in one of the deepest and oldest vaults. Gold galleons had been stacked to the ceiling in towering piles. Draco remembered the feeling of his father gripping the back of his neck with firm cold fingers and talking about legacy and tradition and the future. Draco couldn't remember the exact words, but he had been filled with a feeling that no one could ever touch their family. Draco never questioned his place in that world. It was where he was born and where he belonged.
“Here,” the goblin said, slapping a stack of notes and a few coins onto the counter, “Now, off.” he shooed at Draco to move.
Draco pushed himself up and put the money into his wallet, where it folded as flat as a slip of paper, “My vault key.”
The goblin sniffed imperiously at him before putting the small silver key down and sliding it across the smooth wooden surface with one finger to the other side of the counter.
Draco picked up the key and very carefully tucked it into the other side of his wallet before putting the slim leather fold into his back pocket.
“Your receipt,” The goblin said, putting a yellow rectangle of paper on the counter.
“Thanks,” Draco said flatly, crumpling the paper into a tight ball in his fist and vanishing it on his way out the door.
He headed straight for the alley entrance of the Leaky Cauldron, head down, giving everyone he could a large berth. Draco leaned against the brick wall, nearly falling through as the bricks folded back, and hurried towards the closest tube station. He pressed the palm of his hand against his forehead, feeling like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
“Woah, take it easy, mate.”
Draco lurched back from the person he had run into.
“Watch where you’re goin’,” the bloke said before turning and head into a pub.
The pavement sign outside the door declared it ‘London’s earliest happy hour’ with pints starting at a pound seventy and a short list of other specials.
Draco turned into the pub and heading straight for the bar.
“Do you want this?”
Draco tilted his head to the side as a young woman pushed a glass of dark liquid in front of him.
She rolled her eyes, “Some bloke keeps buying me drinks, trying to get me wasted.”
“Not interested?” Draco asked.
“In getting wasted? I was. But now? Not so much,” She said.
“What are my chances of being roofied?” Draco asked, picking up the glass and taking a sip of a far too strong long-island iced tea.
“Low. I watched the bartender make it and tell me it was compliments of-” she waved her hand, “whoever.”
“You don’t even know?” Draco asked.
“And I don’t care,” she said, “I came to have a night out with my friends, not some desperate bloke.”
“And your friends are?” Draco asked.
“Outside,” she said, “They’re having a cigarette, and I have asthma.”
“So you’re chatting up your friendly local queer to keep the blokes off,” Draco said.
She grinned, “Not so local. I come here all the time, and this is the first time I’ve seen you.”
“True,” Draco said. “I’m Draco, by the way.”
“Draco?” She laughed, “Is your mum one of those horoscope people?”
“Being named after stars and constellations is an old family tradition,” Draco said.
“You poor thing,” She giggled. “I’m Laura.”
Laura held out her hand, and they briefly shook hands.
“A pleasure to meet you,” Draco drawled.
Laura laughed.
Draco smirked crookedly, taking a long drink of the long-island iced-tea, which made him cough.
“Those are really strong,” Laura said.
“I noticed,” Draco said faintly and coughed again.
Laura sighed and leaned against the bar counter, “I don’t suppose you’re bi?”
“I thought you weren’t looking for a bloke,” Draco said.
Laura shrugged, “You seem nice.”
“I ‘seem nice?’ Is that all it takes?” Draco said.
Laura snorted, “Yeah. Pretty much. You’re attractive as well, but you probably already know that.”
“Well...” Draco said absently, “I don’t mind getting pegged on occasion.”
Laura’s mouth fell open, and she laughed in surprise. “Oh, I mean-” she laughed again, her cheeks taking on a flush. “I’ve never really- I mean… god, that’s really hot. I’ve always wanted to try something like that...” Laura shook her head, “But I don’t have a strap.”
“That’s a shame,” Draco said.
Laura bit her bottom lip, looking Draco over with far more interest than before, “…But my roommate does. And she’s not home.”
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“What?” Laura giggled, “I have condoms. And I’ll clean it really well; she’ll never have to know I borrowed it.”
“When does your roommate come back?” Draco asked.
“You’re not going to murder me in my sleep, are you?” Laura asked.
“No,” Draco shook his head, “I’d just rather leave before she gets back.”
"Yeah, she's gone for the weekend," Laura said, "You should meet my friends. You should drink with us." She bit her lip again, "And then we'll go have some fun."
“Sure,” Draco said. He stood up and finished off the drink with one large swallow, grimacing at the burn.
Draco nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand wrap around his arm, the glass falling to the ground and shattering, “Fuck.”
He looked up at the asshole who had grabbed him, expecting the bloke that had been hitting on Laura, but seeing black hair and broad shoulders, piercing green eyes behind glasses-
Draco forgot how to breathe, the hair on the back of his neck standing straight on end.
Draco wrenched his arm free from Potter's grip and shoved through the crowd with frantic desperation to reach the door. He slammed outside, past the group smoking near the entrance, stumbling over his feet as the alcohol in his blood warred with his panic.
He tried to pull his wand out of his pocket, one hand holding him up against the wall outside as he walked toward the pub’s narrow alleyway. His wand finally pulled free from the tight jeans and Draco spun around at the sound of footsteps rushing up to him. Potter grabbed his wrist, his grip as tight as a steel band. It was all Draco could do not to lose his grip on his wand.
“What are you thinking? This is a muggle neighbourhood!” Potter demanded.
Draco tried to pull away, his back scraping against stone, "Let me go." When Potter didn't relent, he grabbed at Potter's fingers and tried to pry them loose.
“No one has seen you around since the trials; what are you doing here?” Potter demanded.
“Drinking. It’s a pub, you ignoramus,” Draco spat, “Let me go, or I’ll start yelling.”
“You can’t hurt me with other people watching,” Draco said, glancing at the group of smokers who were watching them with growing apprehension.
Potter frowned, looking genuinely confused, “I’m not going to hurt you. You’re the one who drew his wand.”
Draco had to laugh. Did he really think Draco was going to attack him?
“I haven’t done anything. Let me go,” Draco said.
“Not until you’ve answered some questions,” Potter said.
Draco’s legs were shaking, and he indulged in their desire to give out, sliding down the wall to sit on the ground.
Potter didn’t let go, just held Draco’s hand up in the air as he stared down at him, “Are you ill?”
“Too much to drink,” Draco said faintly. He dropped his head back against the bricks, but it didn’t slow the world spinning.
He looked Potter over. Potter was still Potter, his black hair wild, his eyes a little too intense. But some things had changed. He had finally grown into his body, for one. He was no longer all knees and elbows, gangling everywhere he went. He had muscles and shoulders that strained against the faded t-shirt he was wearing. He had grown a few inches as well, though Draco was still slightly taller than him.
Potter’s mouth was moving.
“What?” Draco said.
Potter’s brow furrowed. His annoyed face was still the same. “What happened to that muggle you were with last night?”
Draco blinked, “You were there.”
“What happened-”
“Why were you in Soho?” Draco asked.
Potter’s mouth tightened slightly, “I saw you at the station and followed you to the bar.”
Draco snorted.
“What happened to that muggle you left with last night?” Potter asked.
Draco had to laugh, “Are you serious?”
“Answer the question, Malfoy,” Potter said sternly.
“We fucked, Potter,” Draco said, “I went back to his place, and we fucked.”
Potter blinked, his breathing hitching slightly in his chest. He tightened his grip painfully on Draco’s wrist, “And after that?”
Draco shook his head, "After? I fell asleep.  I woke up, took a shower, had some tea and toast and left. Do you want to know how I take my tea next? What kind of jam I put on my toast?"
“You aren’t gay. In school, you dated Pansy Parkinson,” Potter said.
“One, I consider myself pansexual with a preference for getting fucked,” Draco said mildly, “Two, Pansy always hoped our parents might arrange a marriage between us, but we never actually dated.”
Potter narrowed his eyes.
“I don’t fucking care if you don’t believe me, Potter. It’s my life, not yours. Now let me go you, fucking cunt,” Draco said, straining to pull his arm away from Potter.
“Hey… should I call someone?” Laura had followed them and was leaning against the door like a shield as she looked from Potter down to Draco.
“You’re that girl he was talking to at the bar,” Harry said.
“I haven't been a girl since I was thirteen, thanks very much,” Laura said, wary and ready to slam the door shut if Potter made any sudden moves.
Potter sighed, “Everything is fine. This is between us.”
Laura made a face at Potter and spoke to Draco, "We can call the cops. We don't have to tell them you're gay or anything; I know they can be dicks about that sort of thing."
“We’re just talking,” Potter said.
“Doesn’t look that way to me,” Laura said.
Potter reluctantly let go of Draco’s wrist.
“We heard everything,” one of the girls by the door said. “Saw everything too.” Her friends around her nodded.
Potter took a step back, looking entirely out of his element.
Draco had to wonder how long it had been since Potter been somewhere where they hadn’t automatically assumed he was in the right, the hero, the golden boy.
Laura and her friends helped Draco to his feet and quickly pulled him back into the pub, throwing dirty looks back at Potter.
“Let’s get something to drink-”
“Oh my god, that guy was such a creep-”
“First round is on me-”
Draco followed them, glancing back over his shoulder at Potter as the door swung shut.
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dorthyanndrarry · 2 months ago
Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy -2-
Tags: alcohol use, marijuana use, cigarettes, smoking, reckless behaviour, lack of self preservation, anxiety issues, chronic illness, deportation, racism, the fucking Tories, ptsd, super unhealthy coping mechanisms, Down and out Draco who’s friends with muggles, various OC’s
suggested rating: Mature
<- Part 1 (contains links to all parts) || Part 3 ->
It was beginning to get dark when Draco left Mary’s apartment stuffed full of biscuits and tea. The bars were nearly empty early in the evenings but became more crowded as the night wore on. Draco picked a bar at random that seemed busy. He bought a cheap cocktail, something bright green, the sharp taste of sour apples and sugar doing its best to cover the taste of the alcohol underneath.
That was the only drink he bought for himself. Flirting and smiles and drinks turned the world into a soft blur, a warm place where he could feel the touch of hands on him and pretend he knew them.
“Hair this colour is so rare, you know?”
“You said you were a hairdresser,” Draco said to the man sitting on the barstool beside him.
“I’ve dyed hair this colour. But you don’t see it very often, naturally, I mean,” the man said.
Draco’s hair had gone loose from the knot at the back of his neck, and the man was playing with a lock of it, slipping it through his fingers.
“It’s so fine and straight. You must take good care of it,” the man said with a smile.
Draco echoed the smile without thinking, “It seems to take care of itself for the most part.”
“Are you growing it out?” The man asked.
Draco shook his head, “I need to cut it.”
“Yeah? Have you ever considered a-”
Draco stopped listening, picking up the glass beside him and carefully draining the last drops of whatever it was. It tasted sweet. Draco smiled again and made a vague noise to keep the man talking, which he did.
The man started moving his hands in broad expressive ways that matched the expression on his face and made Draco feel inexplicably fond of a man he hardly knew.
“What would you do to my hair?” Draco asked.
The man stopped, and his eyes took on an intensity that made Draco shiver. He gathered Draco’s hair in his hand, pulling it over one shoulder, “...I have some ideas...”
Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw a flash of green eyes behind glasses. He turned, eyes quickly scanning the crowd but saw nothing. At least no speccy-eyed gits.  He must have… imagined it. Draco squeezed his eyes shut for a second, the feeling his gut too nervous to be excitement, too excited to be just nerves.
“Hey? Are you listening?”
“Yes,” Draco lied and turned back, “You can do anything you want.”
“I hope you aren’t just trying to get a free haircut out of me,” the man said.
Draco leaned closer, sliding his hand over the man’s knee, pressing his thumb into the smooth muscle of his thigh, “I wouldn’t say a haircut is what I was hoping to get out of you.”
The man laughed, a cheeky smirk on his face, “Yeah?”
Draco squeezed the man’s leg.
“One more drink for the road?” he asked.
Draco smiled, “Make it strong.”
-Chapter 2-
Draco slid his hand along the edge of the mattress and the warm, soft flannel sheets. He opened one eye, letting it slowly focus on the dark blue bedsheets and breathed in the smell of someone else's laundry soap and sweat.
He moved slowly, slipping out of bed, making as little sound as possible as he padded on bare feet to collect his clothes from where they had fallen the night before. Draco pulled his wand out of the back pocket and carefully cast a series of charms to keep the room cool, quiet, and comfortable.
A bathroom was attached to the bedroom; Draco cast a silencing charm over himself and the bathroom door as he closed it behind himself. He was confronted with his own reflection in the mirror, his skin looking thin and shadows ringing under his eyes.
Draco turned his chin, “So he did cut my hair after all.”
His silvery blond hair now had an off-centre part and was just long enough to reach just above his chin, rising slightly in a line as sharp as a ruler past his ear. His nape was shaved, fading into the slightly longer hair further up. It was familiar and but looked vaguely androgynous on his face in an underfed model sort of way.
Draco flipped open the mirror and pushed it open until it only reflected the wall. He took two ibuprofen to try and slow the pounding in his head before stepping into the shower. He got the water warm before turning on the spray and slowly increased to heat until he could barely stand it. He popped the shampoo bottle open and breathed in the rich cedary scent.
Draco washed his hair slowly and combed the conditioner through the delicate strands until they were all smooth and clean. He let the water run over his head and down his face, washing off him and down into the drain until he forced himself to move.
He dried himself off with a charm and used the Geminio charm to duplicate the toothbrush sitting in a cup beside the sink. He looked through the medicine cabinet as he mindlessly brushed his teeth and found a shot glass on one shelf with a mix of stud earrings inside.
Draco let the toothbrush hang from his mouth as he dumped the earrings into his hand and pushed them around on his palm. There was a single stud that looked like a square black gemstone. He turned it under the vanity lights, seeing shafts of blue when the light caught it just right. Draco duplicated it twice, returned the other earrings to their glass in the cabinet, and pushed the blue gem earrings into his earlobes. He didn’t remember when he got them pierced. It had been months since he’d worn any earrings, so he had to force them through the half-closed holes, leaving his earlobes red and aching.
Draco finished brushing his teeth, vanished the brush, cleaned the sink, put everything back as it was and cast drying charms around the room so it looked just like when he had walked in. He eased the door open and, finding the bed’s occupant was still sound asleep, walked over to the dresser, wrapping wordless silencing charms around himself and everything he touched.
He picked out some clothes from the dresser, duplicating them and leaving the originals behind. Copies of things only lasted a few weeks before the magic dispelled, but he rarely wore anything that long. Draco put on the new outfit, tight, dark washed jeans and a white t-shirt made of a light, silky material that felt good against his skin. He tucked his wallet into his pocket and vanished his old outfit.
Draco looked across the room at the figure still sleeping soundly in the bed. He could see sandy light brown hair spread across the pillow and the sharp line of a nose, neither of which he recognised. He thought he might remember the man’s smile and the ghost of his touch.
He slipped out of the bedroom and eased the door shut behind him, soundlessly moving around the small apartment. He touched the covers of fashion and hairstyle magazines, let his hand slide over an old knitted blanket thrown over the back of a second-hand couch. An unread stack of junk mail slid off the coffee table onto the floor, addressed to Elliot Hugh.
Draco formed the name silently in his mouth, “Elliot.”
The kitchen was small but fairly tidy aside from the stack of plates in the sink. Draco quietly made himself a mug of tea and toast smeared with butter and jam, eating them slowly as he leaned back against the counter. The refrigerator was covered in photos and large, tacky magnets. A heavy black magnet at the top corner held a thin stack of business cards in place. Draco wondered if they were the cards for clients, for salons Elliot worked at or wanted to, or from friends, from other hairdressers.
He cast a cleaning charm on the empty mug and set it back on the shelf with a soft clink, brushing the crumbs from his hands. Looking around one last time, Draco headed to the door, sliding the deadbolt open and placing hand on the doorknob.
“You don’t have to leave yet. Do you want to go out sometime? Get some coffee? I’d like to see you again...”
Draco looked over his shoulder at the empty, dawn-lit room. He shook the stupid thought from his head and stepped outside, charming the deadbolt locked again behind him, so it was almost like he had never been there at all.
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dorthyanndrarry · 3 months ago
The Liars Department -59-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 58 || N/A
Epilogue -7-
“Fuck, it’s cold,” Harry huffed a breath into his hands.
“I offered you a cloak,” Draco said, wrapped in thick wool the same colour as his eyes. His hair was purple now, but hints of the old pink still peaked through, mixing with the purple into hues of fuchsia.
“You said it wasn’t far,” Harry said.
“It’s not. You still should have taken a cloak, dumbass,” Draco stretched an arm over Harry’s shoulders, letting him borrow his heat, and filled in the gaps with a warming spell poured over the top of them like liquid treacle.
“That had better be worth it,” Harry leaned against Draco, matching his stride.
The frost was thick enough to pretend to be snow, crunching under their feet and leaving browned grass in the wake of their footsteps. They made their way behind Malfoy manor down the hill and through a small copse of trees.
“These are apple trees, I think,” Draco said, reaching up to pluck at an empty branch.
“You think?” Harry said.
“I remember seeing them blossom in the spring, but I can’t remember if they ever had any apples,” Draco said. “I don’t think they’ve been well cared for.”
“How do you take care of an apple tree?” Harry asked.
“Do I look like a farmer to you?” Draco said.
“No. You look like a posh prick,” Harry said flatly.
“Correct on both accounts,” Draco said.
Harry laughed.
Beyond the dishevelled orchard was a wall of shrubbery with a small archway and metal gate set in the middle of it. The bushes looked to have been cut back recently to make the way passable again.
Draco stepped forward to open the gate, his dramatics ruined by an ear-piercing screech of rusty metal.
Harry winced and rubbed his ear as he stepped through.
Several saplings were growing up in the middle of a yard overgrown with grass and weeds, and behind that was a cottage. The front of it was still covered in a tangle of ivy, so it was hard to make out what it looked like underneath, but it did its best to give off the impression of being quaint.
“There’s a whole-ass house back here?” Harry said.
“Whole-ass-” Draco repeated in dismay, “Really, Potter?”
“What? I’m not wrong,” Harry said with a grin, “Is it haunted?”
“Is it-? Potter!”
“You’ve got to admit it looks a bit haunted,” Harry said.
“No, it doesn’t,” Draco said stubbornly, “It just needs a little work, and that can wait until it’s warmed up. I’ve only redone the inside so far.”
“What’s it doing back here?” Harry asked.
“It’s the groundskeeper’s cottage,” Draco said.
“You have a groundskeeper? Like Hagrid?” Harry asked.
“Used to,” Draco said, leading the way to the front door, “Before the Statute of Secrecy was instated, having human servants was a mark of the wealthiest elites.”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“House elves don’t cost anything; people have to be paid,” Draco said, shaking his head as he held open the door.
Harry stepped inside, feeling new wards welcome him and the gentle warmth from built-in warming charms. He stomped his feet and gave his arms a quick rub to get warmer faster.
The door clicked closed as Draco stepped inside behind him, “I’ve used some extension charms to make it a bit bigger.”
“A bit? It’s about twice as big as it looks outside,” Harry said, looking around.
“A more robust extension charm could have quadrupled the size,” Draco said, “But, of course, the bigger you make a space, the more unstable it becomes. Which you don’t particularly want in a place you live in.”
The walls were plain white plaster, the stone floor was so clean it shone, but it seemed a bit empty. There were no rugs or pictures hanging up.
“You haven’t really moved in yet, have you?” Harry said.
“Not quite. I had some other things to take into consideration first,” Draco said carefully.
Harry gave him a curious look, but Draco walked further into the house before he could ask.
“I removed the wall between the sitting room and the kitchen to make a more open floor plan,” Draco said. “It seemed more- more-”
“Homey,” Harry suggested.
The living room was sparsely furnished, the shelves half-filled, a simple round rug on the floor and a single dark blue sofa in the middle of the space.
Harry dropped into the plush cushions, “This looks like that sofa we looked at a few weeks ago. Except I liked the red best.”
Draco made a face, “What is with you and obnoxious colours?”
Harry looked up at Draco’s hair and said nothing.
“I don’t have to look at my hair: everyone else does,” Draco said.
Harry laughed and went to look through the kitchen. It was set up with an oven and fridge, a kettle that looked just like the one Harry had in his flat and all the other modern muggle amenities. It had a small table in the centre of the floor with two chairs.
Harry pulled open a random cabinet and groaned, “Oh, come on.”
Draco snorted and then, not subtly at all, covered it up with a cough.
Harry took out one of the Harry Potter tm novelty mugs emblazoned with an obnoxious lighting bolt and a sketch of what Harry assumed was supposed to be his face. One of the eyes had printed on wrong and was doing its best to merge with his eyebrow. The horrible nightmare face would occasionally smile or wink.
“It looks like it’s suffering,” Harry said with a grimace.
Draco leaned over his shoulder, “I think it’s quite a good likeness.”
“I think it should be put out of its misery,” Harry said.
“You wouldn’t dare,” Draco snatched the mug out of his hands and carefully put it back on the shelf, “That’s one of my favourites.”
“Of course it is,” Harry said, rolling his eyes. He spotted a Hollyhead Harpy and Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes mug amongst the mess before Draco shut the cabinet.
“Hm, what?” Draco asked.
“Show me the rest of this place,” Harry said.
Draco narrowed his eyes but headed towards a door, “There isn’t much else. A bathroom, spare room and bedroom.
Harry stuck his head into the bathroom. It was lavishly appointed, as he would have expected, with a bathtub big enough for two and a shower big enough for a small family, provided they were very comfortable with one another. But unlike the posh gilded marble style of his manor bathroom, he had styled this room in a more rustic cottagey style that felt warmer and more welcoming.
The spare room was… an extra room with nothing in it.
“What are you going to do with it?” Harry asked.
“A library?” Draco suggested uncertainly.
“I don’t have that many books do you?” Harry asked.
“No,” Draco said, “I mostly use the manor’s library if I need a book… What about an office?People have those, don’t they?”
“What do you even do with an office?” Harry asked.
“...Write letters-?”
“You can do that at the table,” Harry nodded back to the kitchen.
“Or pay bills? Ledgers?” Draco tried.
“You could just say you don’t know,” Harry said.
Draco made a face. “It can just be a guest room.”
“Yeah, that sounds good,” Harry said.
He opened the bedroom door. The massive bed against the wall, piled with pillows and buttery soft blankets and throws, was very much Draco’s bed. Harry had become very closely acquainted with the soft enveloping mattress over the last six months. His own bed no longer compared.
“So you’re really going to move here?” Harry said, stepping into the room.
“Yes. I want some distance from my parents, but I don’t want to lose the freedom of being able to cast magic,” Draco said, “Hermione said that trying to move my ‘home’ location for where I can use magic would probably take just as long as the appeal she’s helping me with.”
“So years,” Harry said.
“Nothing works slower than the law,” Harry said.
“And my solicitor is a prick,” Draco muttered.
Harry laughed, “Yeah. But he owes Hermione so, he’ll get it done.”
“Eventually,” Harry agreed.
There was a large woven rug in the centre of the floor. It showed a lion wrapped up by a snake in the medieval heraldic style. They were probably intended to be killing one another, but Harry assumed Draco meant for another interpretation.
“You and your parents literally live on opposite ends of a stupidly big house,” Harry said, “You practically already live apart.”
“Tell my mother that,” Draco said.
“Point taken,” Harry said.
He pulled open the closet. It had been enlarged to take up the whole wall, but it was still a pittance of space compared to Draco’s massive walk-in closet in his manor rooms.
“How will you ever survive?” Harry asked sarcastically.
“It won’t hold everything, of course, but I can rotate the outfits based on the season and whatever styles I’m most fond of.”
“Tolerable,” Harry said with faux solemnity.
“Barely,” Draco said, mimicking his tone.
Harry noticed that there was a gap in the line of clothes near the end and smiled. “Alright.”
“Hm?” Draco said.
“I’ll move in with you,” Harry said, “There’ll be some conditions though-”
“I- What- Potter!” Draco stuttered and then smoothly shifted into righteous indignation, “I haven’t asked yet! You- You have to let me ask first!”
Harry held his hands out, “Haven’t you already?”
“I- What? What are you talking about?” Draco said.
“The couch we picked out together? The mugs in the cupboard? The muggle appliances?” Harry pointed to the closet, “The space you left for me?”
Draco frowned at him, “You’re worse than my mother-”
“Hey!” Harry said.
“You are! I wasn’t even going to ask today. I was going to subtly suggest-”
Harry laughed.
“-that it might be nice to live together. I had a whole plan with seven steps and-”
“Draco,” Harry cut him off, “You’ve been acting weird ever since I mentioned my lease was going to run out soon.  It wasn't that hard to figure out.”
“You’re the worst,” Draco said, “The absolute worst-”
“You are not,” Draco said.
“You can just ask me now,” Harry said.
“I wasn’t prepared to do it today,” Draco said with a huff.
Harry grinned, “You want to do it later then? Whenever you like?”
“No,” Draco said. “There’s no suspense now.”
“Next time, I’ll keep my mouth sh-”
“Next time, you won’t find out,” Draco said firmly.
“Doubt it,” Harry said.
“You’ll see,” Draco said. “You didn’t notice everything, after all.”
“What? What’d I miss?” Harry asked.
Draco went back to the living room and gestured to an empty wall.
Harry’s brow furrowed.
“For your photos,” Draco said.
Harry’s chest squeezed tight. He slid his fingers through Draco’s hair back to the nape of his neck and pulled him into a kiss, “It’s perfect.”
“Good,” Draco said, slightly mollified, “I wouldn’t settle for less.”
Draco slid his hands around Harry’s waist, pulling him close and kissing him again.
“What are the conditions?”
“What?” Harry said, his mind wandering to other places entirely.
“You said there would be some conditions to living here,” Draco said.
“Oh,” Harry traced the long line of Draco’s neck and slipped under his collar, “Uhm, Just that its warded to never let your parents in, I don’t ever want a repeat of-”
“Already done,” Draco said, “And I told you that was an accident. I didn’t know my father would be in that side of the house,” he smirked, “besides, you were the one who wanted to fuck on the table.”
Harry felt his cheeks warm, “You didn’t exactly stop me.”
“Of course not,” Draco said.
Harry laughed faintly.
Draco sighed, “…would you like to move in together?”
“Yes,” Harry said.
“Arsehole,” Draco said.
Harry laughed and leaned his forehead against Draco’s, “I love you too.”
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dorthyanndrarry · 3 months ago
The Liars Department -58-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 57 || Part 59 ->
Epilogue -6-
Harry slowed down as he turned off the road onto what he hoped was the right rough-scored dirt  track leading to the Burrow. Harry let his hand hang over the door so the tall grass, gone fall yellow, brushed past his fingers.
“Goodbye, everyone, I’ve got to go- Got to leave you all behind and face the truth-” Draco’s eyes were squeezed shut, hands moving with the music as he sang along, loud and occasionally slipping out of tune. “Mama! OOOOoo!” he belted out, his voice wobbling.
Harry smiled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel along with the music as the guitar solo kicked in. Beside him, Draco was doing his best air-guitar as he bobbed his head, his enthusiasm making up for the fact that he wasn’t very good at either.
They topped a gentle rise and began driving down into the quiet meadow where the Burrow was hidden away from prying eyes.
“We’re here-” Harry tried to say but was drowned out by Draco cranking up the stereo, his singing getting lost into the swell of music and harmonies.
Freddie Mercury hit the high note of ‘Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me!’ as Harry  slowed and put the car into park in front of the garden gate. Draco was air-guitaring again, pink hair gone a little wild from jamming out.
He leaned against Harry’s shoulder as the next verse began, and after a soft laugh, Harry joined in, both of their not-great singing mingling together with Queen’s impeccable harmonies.
“Oooh, baby! Can’t do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just get right outta here!”
Draco took a deep breath as the music began to slow.
“Oooooooh, yeah! Oooooh, yeah….. Nothing really matters, nothing really matters to me…” their voices dropped and they both sang softly, “Any way the wind blows...”
Draco grinned hugely and dropped back into his seat with satisfaction as Harry turned off the car before the next song could start.
There was a loud whistle and a spattering of applause from the front garden where a group of Weasley’s were standing.
“Nice, Malfoy!” George called. “Bravo!”
Draco froze, his face turning a brilliant red in embarrassment. He slowly slid down the seat until he was out of sight, “Why didn’t you say we were here?” he asked in a strangled whisper.
“I tried,” Harry said.
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“I didn’t try very hard,” Harry admitted.
“You can drive?” Ginny asked, pulling open the gate and jogging over to Draco’s little white sports car.
“I don’t have my licence yet, just my learners. Draco’s been teaching me,” Harry said. “It’s his car.”
“Thought so, it doesn’t really seem your style,” Ginny said.
Ginny walked around to the passenger side, “Hullo, Malfoy.”
“Good morrow to you, Ms Weasley,” Draco said, sounding all prim and proper even though he was slid halfway down his seat with his shirt riding up his back. It was a good thing Harry had convinced him not to wear a suit; a fitted button-up and jacket would have never have allowed for such a dramatic slump.
Ginny laughed, “I like your hair, Malfoy.”
“Thank you,” Draco said.
“Harry’s been talking you up for ages. Nice to finally see your face, well, again anyway,” Ginny said.
“The same, I’m sure,” Draco said.
“Aww,” Ginny said, looking over at Harry, “Has he gone all formal just for us?”
“Something like that,” Harry said.
Ginny pulled open Draco’s car door, “Come on, Malfoy. Time to meet the family.”
Draco grimaced and, after hesitating for a moment in which he looked as though he would rather live in the footwell of the car for the rest of his life, he got out.
Harry hopped out and came around, tossing the keys to Draco, who snatched them out of the air.
Draco grabbed the sleeve of his jacket and pulled Harry close, “This is all your fault.”
“Which part?” Harry asked.
“If you hadn’t given me that music disc-”
“You love Queen,” Harry pointed out.
“I do now,” Draco said, “and it’s your fault.”
“You’ve got me there,” Harry laughed.
Ginny raised an eyebrow, looking between Harry and Draco, “You’re pretty late. It’s almost dinner time. Mum thought you might be skipping out again.”
“Skipping out? I would never-” Draco said.
“He’s just nervous,” Harry said, “It took me a while just to convince him no one would turn him into a ferret.”
“Toad.” Draco said, “I said ‘toad’, you shit.”
Harry snickered, “Everyone here who knows you would turn you into a ferret.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed, “We were late because Potter drives like an old nan.”
“I do not! I just- drive normally. You drive like you’ll die if you don’t accelerate as fast as humanly possible at all times,” Harry said.
“That’s because it’s fun,” Draco said.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Ginny snorted in amusement, “Mum’s in the kitchen; she’ll want to see you first thing.”
Draco froze again and looking at Harry pleadingly.
“Yes, you have to go,” Harry said.
“You promised-”
“Yes, I’ll come with you-” Harry rolled his eyes.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me,” Draco said.
“I just don’t see how Molly is even half as scary as having dinner with your parents,” Harry said.
“She killed my Aunt Bellatrix. After Voldemort, she was the most terrifying person I’ve ever known,” Draco said.
Ginny grinned, looking proud as punch, “My mum is pretty great, isn’t she? Now would you come on already?”
Harry walked behind Draco, putting a hand between his shoulder blades, for moral support, and to keep him from running away, while Ginny led the way into the house.
The kitchen was warm and filled with the smell of cooking dinner. Molly was leaning back against the counter, her wand held at the ready as about seven different charms worked around her.
“Dinner will be ready in a jiffy,” Molly said.
“Harry’s boy finally showed up, Mum,” Ginny said.
“His boy-” Molly looked over, “Oh, you mean his boyfriend! Ginny.”
“What?” Ginny said, “I’m just teasing.”
“Be nice,” Molly said, “He’s our guest.”
“Fine,” Ginny rolled her eyes and gave a little sarcastic wave as she left.
“Hello, Mrs Weasley,” Draco said stiffly, “Thank you for inviting me.”
“Molly is fine,” Molly said politely.
“Molly, then,” Draco said hesitantly, “You can call me Draco, or whatever you like.”
Molly nodded silently.
Harry could feel the tension building between Draco’s shoulders and in the air between the two. “Uh, sorry we’re late,” Harry said, “I wanted to drive here, I’m still learning, and I wanted to get in as much practise as possible before my-”
“Harry, would you go out and help set the table?” Molly asked.
Before Harry could even respond, Draco’s composure was shattered, as he spun around and grabbed Harry’s hand, holding it a little too tightly, “You promised. You promised,” he whispered, sounding very young.
Harry knew Draco was scared of meeting the Weasley’s, it had taken him ages just to convince him to come today, but somehow he hadn’t realised how much.
Molly’s brow furrowed.
Harry smiled ruefully and shrugged, “Sorry, Molly. I promised I wouldn’t leave him on his own today.”
Molly smiled, “I don’t bite, you know.”
Draco nodded. He squeezed Harry’s hand.
Harry squeezed back.
Molly turned back to her kitchen and cast a few wordless charms, pies coming out of ovens, knives carefully carving a perfectly cooked roast, and pots and pans beginning to wash in the sink. “There has been… a lot of difficulties between our families in the past.”
“Yes. I’m sorry-” Draco said quickly.
“You don’t have to apologise,” Molly said, “You were a child, after all. I simply wanted you to know that, whatever my feelings towards your parents, I would like the two of us to have a fresh start.”
“I would like that,” Draco said.
“Harry is like a son to me. Our family wouldn’t be the same without him,” Molly said.
Harry cleared his throat, feeling embarrassed, but in a good way.
“I did give you the opportunity to leave,” Molly said pointedly.
“Yeah,” Harry said, “Just not used to it, is all.”
“Well, we’ll fix that eventually,” Molly said.
Harry thought he might have seen Draco give the tiniest nod of agreement out of the corner of his eye.
“I remember when I first met Arthur’s family. I was such a nervous wreck,” Molly sighed wistfully,  “Family is so important to both of us; I really wanted to make a good impression.”
She gave Draco a knowing smile and then waved them off, “Go on, you two, dinner will be ready soon.”
Harry pulled Draco out of the kitchen and managed to slip upstairs out of sight.
“What-?” Draco said, looking around at closed bedroom doors.
“No one should be up here,” Harry said.
“And why are we?” Draco asked.
Harry held up their hands, still tightly clasped together, “This.”
Draco let go and pulled both hands behind his back, “So?”
“I can’t remember the last time I saw you so worked up. You always shrug things off with a sarcastic comment, or get mad-” Harry said.
“You aren’t meant to bring it up,” Draco said.
“Bring what up?” Harry asked.
Draco looked over his shoulder rather than at Harry, “The incident.”
Harry raised an eyebrow.
“What just happened!” Draco sputtered, starting to flush again.
Harry frowned at him.
Draco’s voice dropped to a mutter, “It’s- it’s not done.”
“Yeah, no,” Harry said, “We’re not your parents. We’re going to talk about things. That’s how these things work.”
“I don’t mind talking about most things, just not the ones that embarrass me specifically,” Draco said.
Harry snorted and shook his head. “We’ve been dating for, like, five months, just tell me.”
“No,” Draco said.
“I don’t want to,” Draco said.
“If you don’t, I’ll say it,” Harry said.
Draco’s ears started turning red, “You wouldn’t.”
“Gryffindor, remember?” Harry said.
“We’re in public,” Draco said.
“I love you,” Harry said.
Draco turned just about the same colour at his hair, “...You are so unfair.”
“Draco, I lov-”
“Fine! This is your family, Potter!” Draco cut him off, “Everyone knows how important they are to you. They don’t like me to begin with, and I only have one chance to try and make a better impression, and you know I can’t hold my tongue to save my life-!”
Harry put his hand over Draco’s mouth, and when he pulled it away, he kissed him.
“Stop doing that,” Draco hissed.
“You’re cute when you blush,” Harry said.
“I swear to Merlin, Potter-”
“Just so you know, you’re important to me too. So if you say something stupid, I’ll help you out,” Harry said.
Draco pressed a hand over his eyes, “You’re so embarrassing.”
Harry had to laugh, “Me? I’m the embarrassing one?”
“You chatted with Malfoy, then?” George’s voice came up from the foot of the stairs.
Draco slapped his hand over Harry’s mouth, muffling his laughter.
“A bit,” Ginny said.
“What do you think of him?” George said.
“I like him,” Ginny said.
Draco looked startled.
“Nooo,” George said. “You’re the ex-girlfriend! You’re the last person who’s supposed to like the new bloke!”
“What kind of cliché do you think I am?” Ginny said exasperated, “Harry and I were friends before we dated, and we’re still friends after.”
“What’s so good about him?” George asked.
“Come on, why do you like him?” George asked.
“He makes Harry laugh,” Ginny said, “and that’s good enough for me. As long as Harry’s happy, he could be dating a vampire for all I care.”
“Think he could be?” George asked.
“I mean, he’s pale enough. Malfoy could be a vampire,” George joked.
“He didn’t burst into flame in the sun outside, so no,” Ginny said.
“Really powerful sunscreen,” George said with a joking conspiratorial tone.
Harry could practically hear Ginny roll her eyes as she said, “That must be it.”
Someone further in the house called for Ginny, and George trailed after her, trying more ludicrous vampire theories along the way.
“I’m not a vampire,” Draco muttered.
“Yeah, you’re way too squeamish to be a vampire.”
“Blood is disgusting. It’s on our insides for a reason; it’s not meant to be seen.” Draco said.
“You’d probably starve to death,” Harry said.
“I’d rather,” Draco said.
“Dinner’s ready!” Molly called.
Harry raised his eyebrows and held out his hand, “Think you can manage?”
Draco raised his chin imperiously, “Of course,” taking Harry’s hand as they headed down the stairs.
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dorthyanndrarry · 4 months ago
The Liars Department -53-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 52 || Part 54 ->
Epilogue -1-
Robards stared at the paper in his hand, a deep furrow between his brow.
Harry shifted his weight on the uncomfortable chair in front of the desk, then leaned the other way and back until he finally illicit an agonized squeak from the metal.
Robards glanced up for only a brief second, then back down.
Harry sighed and looked around at the floor to ceiling bookshelves. All but one of the empty mugs looked to have been cleared up at some point, but a few changes of clothes stuffed into an empty corner shelf and a few dirty dishes from late night meals had taken up residence on the crowded shelves. It was probably all due to the big case the Aurors had all been so focused on the last week. The room could use a thorough deep clean. It was beginning to smell a bit whiffy.
“What are you thinking, Potter?” Robards said in dismay.
“That I’d like to work in the Liar’s Department, which is why I’ve requested a formal transfer,” Harry said.
Robards set the form down with a sigh, “Fine. We hadn’t planned on giving you the promotion for another year, but I’m sure we could work out something a bit earlier.”
“A promotion,” Harry said flatly.
“I’ll put you in charge of the next prominent case that comes in and use that as cause for your move to Senior Auror,” Robards said, “I can’t manage it any faster than that with raising suspicious.”
Harry muffled a laugh into a cough, “I don’t want a promotion.”
“What do you want then, Potter?” Robards asked, drumming his fingers across the desktop.
“How about a de-motion?” Harry asked. It wouldn’t actually change his mind, but he was curious what Robards would say.
Robard’s brown furrowed.
“Make me a Junior again,” Harry said.
“No. I couldn’t- there’s no precedent for such a thing,” Robards said.
“Make one, then,” Harry said. He shifted his weight back again to elicit another horrible metal shriek from the chair.
Robard’s eyebrow twitched. “Obviously, you have some issues with the department. I’m certain we can work something out-”
“No. I’d like to transfer, sir,” Harry said.
Robards dropped back into his chair, “I’m afraid I have to reject this transfer,” he dropped the form onto his desk. “We need you here, Harry.”
“I’ll just quit then,” Harry said with a frown. He really didn’t like Robards using his first name like they were chums.
Robards started forward, “You can’t; think about how it would look.”
“Yeah, really bad for you,” Harry said, “Even worse if I give an interview with the Prophet afterwards about how disappointed I am with the Auror’s and how they run things.”
Robards expression darkened.
“You know, all my life, people have been deciding things for me. That I’m a useless good-for-nothing because of my parents, that I was a hero because of something that happened to me as a baby, that I was the chosen one because of a prophecy.” Harry sighed and pushed another squeak out of the chair. “The thing I want, and have always wanted really, is to be judged fairly for what I do. Not promotions I haven’t earned, or given no punishments or demerits that I have earned. Not I would have liked them per-say but, it’s the principle of the thing.”
“Is there anything I can do to change your mind about this?” Robards asked, “I could arrange a more informal demotion; have you treated as a Junior within the department for as long as you feel necessary.”
Harry sighed.
“I could arrange for you to have more training or put you under a Senior’s personal purview or-”
“I’d like to transfer,” Harry said, “to the Liar’s Department.”
Robards stared at him.
Harry stared back.
“Is there anything-”
“No,” Harry shook his head before Robards could continue. The old man looked so grim that Harry conceded, “I’m not giving up on being an Auror completely. I might transfer back-”
Robards nodded slightly to himself, leaning forward in anticipation.
“If Shunter is made Head Auror when you retire,” Harry said.
“Marlene?” Robards said.
Harry blinked; it hadn’t actually occurred to him that Shunter had a first name. Aside from maybe sir.
“Shunter is the most qualified Senior auror in the Department, with the best record and a mind towards reform. She might not be famous, but she’d do a good job,” Harry said. “I’d be interested in working for her again.”
Robards sat back so heavily his chair rocked.
“Sorry, sir,” Harry said, “Just approve my transfer, and I’ll tell the Prophet that the Auror’s were great, and I was just feeling restless and looking for something new. No hard feelings all around.”
Robards shook his head slowly, even as he reached for his quill, moving the transfer forms back in front of him. “You’ve… changed, Potter.”
“Yeah,” Harry said with a grin, “I met someone; he’s a terrible influence.”
“The zoo, Potter? Really? I allow you to pick where we go, and you pick The zoo,” Draco glared around the brightly coloured signs pointing to various exhibits, “Do I look like a child to you?”
“No, but you certainly play the role well,” Harry said.
Draco turned and glared at Harry. His hair still as pink as a flamingo. He was always complaining about how difficult it was to make sure it didn't clash with his outfits, but Harry knew he like his new hair colour for the most part; otherwise, he'd glamour it.
Harry reached up and eased off Draco’s sunglasses and put them in his own pocket, “You don’t need to look imposing here; you’ll scare the children.”
“Give those back,” Draco said.
“When we leave, I will,” Harry said.
Draco settled for huffing and crossing his arms over his chest.
“Next time I bring Teddy, you should come. The zoo is a lot of fun with a little kid,” Harry said.
“You should have brought him this time,” Draco said.
“This is a date, not a playdate,” Harry said, checking his watch, “Come on, we’ll be late.”
“If it’s a water show, I’m not going. I hate getting splashed,” Draco said.
“It’s not a water show,” Harry said, grabbing Draco by the arm and pulling him down the path.
Draco looked around, “This zoo is probably too small for a decent water show.”
“I think they have seals and penguins,” Harry said, glancing at a large map as they passed to make sure he was headed in the right direction.
“Every zoo has seals and penguins,” Draco said.
“Not every zoo,” Harry said. “Are you going to be like this the whole time?”
“When you asked me out on this ‘date’ of yours, I was expecting something more-” Draco huffed again, “more… romantic.”
Harry laughed.
“What? What?” Draco said sourly, “You’ve never asked me out properly before.”
“I’m sorry, what do you call all the other times I’ve asked you out to dinner and lunch and-”
“Those were just meals,” Draco said, “This is the first time you’ve taken me somewhere.”
“Hmm,” Harry said, looking at Draco with a smile.
“What?” Draco asked.
“Just thinking that you take me places all the time,” Harry said.
Draco’s ears took on a pink flush that matched his hair. “Yes. Well. I’m not rude.”
Harry took Draco’s hand and gave it a squeeze, “Come on. We’re almost there.”
"Mister Harry Potter?" A young woman wearing a zookeeper uniform called.
"Yes! That's me, sorry, we're late," Harry said, leading Draco over to her.
"Hi! I'm Cam, and I'm one of the zookeepers here. Let's get going," Cam smiled brightly and led them through a side down and into one of the back areas of the zoo. The floors were concrete, clean and bright to match the white walls, and the air smelled like an earthy mix of hay, grain and manure.
Draco wrinkled his nose as he looked around,  channelling all the childish disdain of his eleven-year-old self.
Harry tightening his grip on Draco’s hand and pulled him along behind Cam.
"So today, you'll be feeding Bubbles. She's still young, so she's always excited for snack time," Cam said.
“Feeding? Bubbles?” Draco said.
Cam gave Harry a questioning look.
“I haven’t told him; it’s a surprise,” Harry said with a grin.
Cam stopped at a large sliding door and looked at both of them, “Here we are. You’ll be separated from Bubbles by a fence and will listen to all instructions I give you. No yelling, no grabbing and stay behind the fence, understand?”
Draco looked at Harry in alarm, “Is this safe?”
“Very,” Cam said, “Bubbles is a sweetheart. We just have to cover all our bases.”
“We understand,” Harry said.
“Oh, and sign these release forms,” Cam said, flourishing a clipboard.
Harry did. Draco only looked more alarmed.
“We’ve never had an incident. It’s just those bases we have to cover,” Cam said, “We’re a small zoo. We can’t afford a lawsuit.”
Draco looked at the clipboard with trepidation.
“Trust me, it’s worth it. I promise,” Harry said.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” Draco muttered as he carefully signed a long and overly intricate curly signature.
“Thanks,” Cam said, collecting the forms and pulling open the doors.
They were barely inside when they were greeted by an ear-splitting trumpet followed by the large grey head of an elephant leaning over the chest-high fence separating them from the rest of a large barn.
“I know, I know, we’re running a bit late, aren’t we, sweet girl?” Cam said as she hurried to the back of the room to retrieve a bucket filled with fruit.
Draco stared open-mouthed. Harry tugged him closer to the fence.
Bubbles flipped her ears back and forth, watching the fruit with far more interest than them.
"Bubbles is an ivory orphan. Her mum was killed by poachers for her tusks, so Bubbles was taken in by an elephant orphanage," Cam said, "Ideally, they like to raise the elephants close to home and release them back into the wild, but Bubbles has some health problems so she came here where we can take care of her." She sat the bucket of fruit next to them.
“Is she okay?” Draco asked quietly, not taking his eyes off Bubbles.
“She’s fine. Bubbles just has a sensitive stomach, so her diet has to be carefully managed by us here at the zoo,” Cam said. “And part of that diet is her twice daily fruit snack.” She picked up an apple and held it out.
Bubbles reached over the fence with her long trunk, grabbing the apple and ferrying it to her mouth.
“You can feed her now,” Cam said, “Go on, she’s gentle.”
Harry knelt down and grabbed two apples, pressing one into Draco’s hand. He could feel Draco jump slightly as Bubbles took the apple from his hand. Harry put the other apple in Draco’s hand.
“You said she was young?” Harry asked.
Cam nodded, “African bush elephants can live up to seventy years. Bubbles is eleven, so she’s still a bit of a teenager.”
Harry picked out a couple sweet potatoes. He gave one to Draco and held out one himself. Bubbles deftly plucked it from his hand with an easy dexterity, and it disappeared into her mouth with a single crunch.
Draco couldn't take his eyes off her, hardly daring to blink. Harry let Draco do most of the feeding, only passing a few more apples to the elephant. When Bubble's trunk brushed his palm, the skin felt rough and warm. He was surprised how delicate Bubbles was, grasping things with the end of her trunk like it was a little hand.
“That’s all. All done, Bubbles,” Cam said, holding up the empty bucket.
Bubbles explored the inside of the empty bucket and then huffed, flapping her ears in annoyance. Food gone, Bubbles turned her attentions to her two visitors. She gravitated to Draco immediately, her trunk ruffling over his hair and even giving it a tug.
“That’s not food, Bubbles!” Cam laughed, patting Bubble’s trunk.
Bubbles tilted her head with a look that seemed to say, I know that.
“You never let me play with your hair,” Harry said, pulling out his new phone and managing to fumble on the camera app, taking a few photos and then recording a video.
“You make a mess of it,” Draco said absently, carefully touching Bubble’s trunk as she continued to explore his hair.
Harry snorted, “As if Bubbles isn’t?”
“It’s a special occasion,” Draco said.
Bored with Draco’s hair, Bubbles trunk moved down, practically engulfing his face.
Draco sputtered but only turned his head so he could breathe.
Cam was laughing, “Bubbles! Bubbles, that’s enough! Sweet girl,” she nudged Bubble’s trunk back, “She doesn’t see hair that colour very often. She’s just curious.”
“It’s fine,” Draco said, his hair standing nearly straight up.
Cam’s walkie crackling to life, signalling the end of their visit. Harry quickly put his phone away before Draco caught him recording.
Draco was silent as they walked back up to the zoo, and Cam left to go back to her regular work.
They lingered by the door in a spot of shade away from the crowd.
“You said you wanted to meet an elephant,” Harry said.
Draco let out a breath and blinked as if waking from a dream.
“What do you think of my date now?” Harry asked, feeling a bit proud about the whole thing.
Draco pressed Harry into the corner and kissed him breathless.
“I’ll take that as a roaring success then,” Harry said faintly.
Draco brushed his hair back with a belated look of embarrassment as he stepped back.
“So… do you want to go look at the penguins?” Harry asked.
Draco nodded, and Harry took his hand.
“Can we come here again?” Draco asked.
“Yeah, whenever you like,” Harry said.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 The Colchester Zoo in the UK does have an elephant feeding experience, however, I have not done it or visited this zoo so this story is entirely made up, just inspired by the possibility
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dorthyanndrarry · 6 months ago
The Liars Department -48-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 47 || Part 49 ->
There were two hangers hooked on the door of Harry’s closet; one held his Auror’s robes, the other a sleek black suit. Harry looked from one to the other. He reached for the suit and pulled his hand back. He looked at the robes and tapped his socked feet on the floor. Harry needed to leave soon, and well, he knew what he was supposed to wear, the robes. The week in the Liar’s Department was over, and he was back to being an auror, but…
Harry scrubbed his hand through his hair. He didn’t even like the suit. Sure it was so drenched in charms that it fit perfectly and never rubbed or chafed or even made him sweat. And made him look like an actual adult. And a bit taller. And a bit cool. He might like the suit a bit.
He gave up and grabbed them both. He had to wear something under the robes, after all.
The Ministry was busy first thing in the morning as people flooded through the Atrium towards the lifts for the day’s work. The air smelled like lattes in paper cups, footsteps rung on the tiles and mixed with conversation until they merged into a general crowd sort of noise.
Harry landed in the apparition zone, and his feet started moving before his brain caught up to what his eyes had seen, a head of white-blond hair heading towards the lifts. He dodged through the crowds, ducking under arms and around billowing robes.
“Draco!” Harry said, popping out of the crowd and catching Draco’s elbow.
Draco looked over at him, his sunglasses obscuring his eyes, “Auror Potter.”
“Don’t Auror Potter me,” Harry said.
Draco raised an eyebrow.
“You could just call me Harry, you know,” Harry said pointedly.
“In front of all these people? Don’t be lewd,” Draco said.
Harry laughed, “At this point, I’ll take Potter.”
“But you are Auror Potter,” Draco said, gesturing to Harry’s robes.
Harry rolled his eyes, “After saturday-” he stopped, suddenly realising everyone was watching them. He had felt like it was just the two of them, mainly because there was a circle of empty space around Draco like he was infectious.
Harry shook his head at the crowd around them, “Don’t you have work to do?”
A few people shuffled guiltily into the lift but more stayed behind to watch, judging, probably fairly, that this would be far more entertaining.
Harry grabbed Draco by the arm and pulled him back behind the reception desk into the narrow stone hallway that led to the supply rooms.
“Muffliato, please,” Draco said, nodding towards the handful of people that were ‘nonchalantly’ standing near the main desk, their heads conveniently cocked in Harry and Draco’s direction.
Harry rolled his eyes and cast the spell, sweeping a curtain of noise distortion around them.
“Where’d you go sunday?” Harry asked.
“Home,” Draco said, leaning nonchalantly against the dull grey stone wall.
“Without saying anything?” Harry said.
“Were you hoping for morning cuddles?” Draco asked with saccharine sweet sarcasticity.
“Maybe,” Harry said, “Might have been nice, even if you are rather pointy.”
Draco’s ears took on a hint of a flush, “I wasn’t exactly quiet when I left; you sleep like a hibernating bear.”
“Only after drinking,” Harry said defensively. “Why’d you go, then? You could have stuck around.”
“I considered it,” Draco said, “Then I saw your bathroom.”
“What’s wrong with my bathroom?” Harry asked.
Draco raised an eyebrow, “Your shampoo and conditioner are shit and would have ruined my hair. You have a bar of soap, no body wash, no face wash and not even a genetic body lotion, much less something for the face. I don’t understand how you aren’t a dried out wrinkly prune,” Draco said.
Harry shrugged, “Never had an issue.”
“I hate you,” Draco said.
Harry grinned faintly. “Take off the sunglasses, would you?”
Draco didn’t move.
“Just while we’re talking, you can put them back on when you go in the lifts. So you can look all imposing and scary, and what-have-you,” Harry said.
Draco frowned at him, “I look unapproachable yet respectable and authoritative.”
“Same thing,” Harry said.
“It is not,” Draco retorted.
“Take them off, or I shan’t tell you how Hermione reacted when I told her about your freed house-elves,” Harry said.
“That’s not fair,” Draco said.
“We both know not-fair works better when it comes to you,” Harry said.
“But that’s not how Gryffindor’s are supposed to work; they’re all doing the right thing and being noble,” Draco said.
“Technically, it’s doing what they think is noble and the right thing. It can be a bit tricky that,” Harry said, “And I’m pretty flexible.” He paused and grinned to himself, “In more ways than one.”
“Was that meant to be funny?” Draco asked.
“Cause I’m bisexual? So I’m flexible,” Harry said, pointing to himself.
Draco looked doubly unimpressed, “That was so poorly done; it’s an insult to all other jokes to even call it a joke. Since you’re too dim to do it yourself, I suppose I shall have to feel sorry for you.”
“Oh, shut up, you prat,” Harry said.
“I have no intention of ever shutting up for the rest of my life,” Draco said.
“I noticed,” Harry said with a teasing tone. He turned and pretended to leave, “Well if you don’t want to know what happened-”
“Of course, I do,” Draco said irritably as Harry spun back around. He pulled off his sunglasses and slipped them into his pocket, “There. Happy?”
Draco narrowed his eyes.
“You don’t really expect me to be happy all day, do you?” Harry said, “I don’t think I could manage it.” “When we first became reacquainted, I was fairly certain you spent all day being surly and generally miserable,” Draco said.
“Closing out a scene is always generally miserable,” Harry said.
“Tell me what happened, you promised,” Draco said.
“I didn’t promise,” Harry said.
“Just tell me, you berk!” Draco said, slipping into childishness in his frustration.
“Alright, alright,” Harry said with a laugh and then told Draco the story. He seemed pleased with Hermione reaction and completely delighted when Asbestos showed up, grinning hugely at what Asbestos told Hermione before up and leaving with her little recipe card in tow.
But it didn’t make Draco laugh.
“No, really, she looked like this,” Harry did his best to imitate Hermione’s shocked fish face, exaggerating the big eyes and open mouth, putting his hands on the sides of his face like fins.
Draco snorted into a laugh, half-covering his mouth with one curled hand. Harry smiled in return, marvelling at how good happiness looked on Draco.
“We’re going to be late for work,” Draco pointed out.
“I’m sure Asbestos is keeping track of things,” Harry said.
“For me, yes,” Draco said, “You, however, seem to be severely lacking in personal secretaries.”
Harry shrugged. “I’ll take the lecture. Might even say I wasn’t feeling well. I still have some sick leave.”
“How rebellious of you,” Draco said.
Harry laughed. “Mostly, I just want to see how the meeting with Oblivator’s is going to go. Hermione’s talking with them today to sort everything out, and once she does, then-”
“What?” Harry’s brow furrowed.
“I don’t want to hear it,” Draco said.
“My fairytale future, yeah, I remember-”
“I have had my hopes dashed so many times over the past few years that I can’t tolerate it anymore. I feel as if I might break in two,” Draco said, his voice more serious than Harry had heard all week.
“They won’t be dashed,” Harry said.
“You don’t know that, not for certain,” Draco said.
“Nothing is ever really certain, is it? So-”
“Stop it, or I’ll leave, Potter. I won’t say it again,” Draco said coolly.
Harry didn’t understand it, almost couldn’t. The only way he made it through school, through the last years of the war, was by desperately dreaming of a better future.
“...Okay,” Harry said slowly.
“Okay?” Draco said suspiciously.
Harry nodded. It wasn’t something to start a fight over. Just because he didn’t understand it didn’t mean he couldn’t respect it.
“Do you want to get something to eat after work?” Harry asked.
Draco’s brow furrowed.
“You can pick. I’m sure you have a list of restaurants a mile long,” Harry said.
“Are you asking me on a date?” Draco asked.
“Yes, unless you think sticking my hand down your pants is platonic somehow,” Harry said.
“I should hope not,” Draco said, “Should I be worried about the state of your friendships?”
“Ron and Hermione only stick their hands down each other’s pants,” Harry said.
Draco’s nose scrunched in disgust, “Ugh.”
“Yeah,” Harry nodded solemnly.
“Why would you tell me that?” Draco said.
“I like to share my suffering,” Harry said.
Draco rolled his eyes, “Go to work, Potter.”
“You didn’t say.”
“Say what?” Draco said.
“Yes, to the date,” Harry said.
“Of course, yes,” Draco said, “Call for Asbestos when you’re done; she can apparate you to me.”
“Great,” Harry said.
Draco looked away, his cheeks faintly pink, “Quit grinning like an idiot and go to work.”
Harry did not quit grinning like an idiot, but he supposed he should get going, “I’ll see you later.”
Draco waved him off, not entirely hiding how pleased he was.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜:D they’re such idiots 💜
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dorthyanndrarry · 5 months ago
The Liars Department -51-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 50 || Part 52 ->
“Does anyone know why there’s a chair in the lift?”
“Oh, that’s mine! Sorry!” Hermione said, running across the foyer.
The auror at the lift gave Hermione a confused look and levitated the blue velvet armchair out onto the black stone floor.
“Yours?” Ron asked as he and Harry followed her.
“I conjured it,” Hermione said, sounding embarrassed, “I was in a rush and a bit frazzled-”
“Nice. I kind of like it,” Ron said, running his hand over the back of it.
“You want to keep it?” Hermione said doubtfully.
“Why not?” Ron asked.
Hermione frowned at the chair, “It’s not really our style.”
“Do we have a style?” Ron asked, sitting down in the chair and looking up at Hermione with a grin.
“Conjured things always disappear, don’t they?” Harry said.
“Usually, but when I conjure in a rush, they tend to stick around,” Hermione said. “You know the horrible pea green pot Molly keeps in the centre of the mantelpiece at the Burrow?”
“The one she keeps floo-powder in?” Harry said, recalling the ugly lumpy pot that was always above the fireplace
“Yeah,” Hermione sighed.
“Wait- Really? That’s conjured?” Harry asked.
“It was just after the war. Molly was still grieving, I’d just started dating Ron officially, and I forgot about a gift for Molly’s birthday until we were just leaving for the party. I panicked,” Hermione said. She laughed a bit, “I keep expecting it to be gone the next time we visit, but it’s always there.”
“That’s… a strong conjuration,” Harry said.
“Mum loves that pot,” Ron said with a grin that was full of shite.
“Merlin, it’s so ugly,” Hermione wrinkled her nose.
Harry grinned, “Unfortunately, it’s a gift from her youngest son’s girlfriend that she gave her right after the war when she was still grieving. Molly practically has to keep it.”
Hermione laughed, “Oh- Oh no!”
“Now we have to look at an ugly conjured pot for all eternity,” Ron said.
“Oh shut up, it’s not that funny. I have no idea what I’m going to do when it disappears,” Hermione said.
Ron did not stop grinning, “I think it’s pretty funny.”
Harry cleared his throat, “So… erm, to get the Wizengamont seat, you have to be a department head. Does that mean you have to keep being the department head of The Liar’s Department?”
Hermione blinked and then looked at Ron.
Ron shrugged, “I dunno.”
Hermione chewed on her lip, thinking.
Harry watched Hermione's brow furrow and unfurrow. After a tense minute, Hermione let out a sigh.
“Is that a yes?” Harry said.
Hermione glared at him.
“Sorry,” Harry said.
“Even if I don’t have to, it wouldn’t look good to take the position and then dissolve the department,” Hermione said, “So you win, Harry. I hope you’re happy; I’ll have to work with Malfoy now.”
“He really isn’t that bad,” Harry said.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
“Okay, he does like to annoy people on purpose, but if you know that’s what he’s trying to do, it’s pretty funny,” Harry said.
Hermione shook her head, “That doesn’t make it better. I’m probably going to have to hire someone just to mind him, aren’t I?”
Harry pointed at himself.
“You’re going back to be an auror, Harry,” Hermione said.
“I’ll transfer,” Harry said. “properly, not just for a week.”
Hermione shook her head in confusion, “You can’t be serious.”
“I am, I mean, I just thought of it but-”
“Have you lost your mind, mate?” Ron said in dismay, sitting forward in the chair.
Harry shook his head, “No… No. I like working in the Liar’s Department.”
“What about the auror’s?” Ron said.
“It’s alright. It can be great sometimes,” Harry shrugged, “but I don’t think I’ll miss it all that much.”
“What about the training? The promotion, all that hard work?” Ron said.
“I can always transfer back,” Harry said.
Ron and Hermione looked at one another.
“Well, I could, couldn’t I?” Harry said, “It not like they’re going to say no. It would look bad.”
Ron let out a weak wheeze of a laugh.
“I am Harry Potter; it has to be good for something,” Harry said.
“Um,” Hermione blinked, “Yes...? I… suppose so.”
“You’re barmy, mate,” Ron said.
“And I don’t want to be Head Auror,” Harry said.
“W-w-who said you you were going to be Head Auror?” Hermione said, nearly tripping over her tongue.
“Shunter said they have plans for me to be the youngest Head Auror in history. Kingsley and Robards and some of Wizengamont are behind it. Can you imagine? A Head Auror who’s only twenty-six? That’s-” Harry shook his head- “that’s barmy. I wouldn’t trust myself with a house plant, much less a whole Ministry Department. I mean, would you want me in charge of the Aurors?”
“No,” Hermione said without hesitation, “Absolutely not.”
Ron laughed and then tried to hide it in a cough, “That’s brutal, Mione.”
“You could’ve at least pretended to think about it for a second,” Harry said.
“Harry, I love you dearly, but-”
“But?” Harry said.
“-but, you’re hotheaded. You act without thinking, you follow your gut which-
“Which works!”
“-sometimes works,” Hermione said, “And you can’t always control your temper.”
“And it would be a bit weird to have you as my boss,” Ron said.
“A twenty-six-year-old in charge of all the UK’s wizarding law-enforcement? That’s just… irresponsible. Only an idiot would even consider something so foolish,” Hermione said
“You could have stopped at ‘No’,” Harry said, “And here I didn’t want to do it because it would be too much work.”
“Stressful and boring at the same time, the worst kind of job there is,” Ron said.
“Exactly,” Harry said.
Hermione crossed her arms over her chest, “Are you sure, Harry? You should probably think about this before making such a big decision.”
“I don’t go back to work until tomorrow,” Harry said.
“Longer than that,” Hermione said.
“I’m not going to change my mind,” Harry said.
Hermione narrowed her eyes.
“If Hermione says you should think on it, you probably should,” Ron said.
“I will, until tomorrow,” Harry said.
“Hermione,” Harry said right back.
“Oh, and he’s stubborn,” Ron said, holding up a finger, “Can’t forget that. It’s usually a good thing in the auror’s, though.”
Hermione sighed again.
“The longer I wait, the longer you have to work with Draco alone,” Harry said.
“I’m not a child. I’m perfectly capable of working with Malfoy in a professional capacity,” Hermione said.
“Yeah, but do you want to?” Harry asked.
Hermione threw up her hands, “I give up. Do whatever you want.”
Harry grinned, took a step toward the lifts, then turned back, “You can do the witness statement without me, right?”
“What? Where you going?” Ron asked.
"To tell Draco about the Liars Department," Harry said.
Ron looked at Hermione in confusion.
“They’re friends,” Hermione said.
“They are?” Ron said.
“Mhmm,” Hermione nodded.
“Since when?” Ron asked, looking alarmed.
Hermione shrugged.
“Oh...” Ron said, “So…. I don’t have to be his friend, do I?”
“No?” Harry said.
“Alright. That’s fine? ...a bit weird...” Ron said. He looked at Hermione in confusion, “They only worked together for a week, right?”
Hermione nodded.
“He’s funny!” Harry said, “And it’s not exactly like we’re strangers.”
“Yeah, you used to hate each other’s guts,” Ron said.
“We got over it,” Harry said.
Ron frowned.
“He needs more friends,” Hermione said.
“That’s true,” Ron said.
“Not you too!” Harry said.
“You haven’t made any new friends since we left school. I wouldn’t have picked Malfoy but,” Ron shrugged, “you do you.”
The lift opened, and pair of confused looking clerks walked around them, heading to the conference rooms.
Hermione shook her head fondly, “I can give the witness statement, so you can tell Malfoy he’s keeping his job.”
“Great. Thanks!” Harry stepped to the lift and then turned back around, “Oh, I can just call Asbestos.”
“Here,” Asbestos said, appearing right behind Harry and making them all jump. She was wearing a frilliest baby-blue easter dress, absolutely drenched in lace and ribbons, and entirely at odds with her dour expression. “What you want?”
“The Liar’s Department is staying! Where is Draco? I want to tell him- everything,” Harry said.
Asbestos cracked the barest hint of a smile, “Good. Mr Draco is just called to a job. Asbestos will take you there.”
Hermione groaned, “Oh no.”
“Don’t worry about the overtime,” Harry said.
“I can’t-”
“Consider it volunteer work,” Harry said.
“He’s stupid rich, Hermione; he won’t even notice,” Harry said. “And if he does, you can blame it on me.”
“I will,” Hermione said.
Harry rolled his eyes.
Asbestos cleared her throat in annoyance.
“Alright, so-” Harry turned around and then turned back, “One last thing-”
“What is it?” Hermione said in exasperation.
Ron laughed.
“What’s The Liar’s Department’s policy on dating co-workers?” Harry asked.
Hermione’s brow furrowed. She nervously looked down at Asbestos, “…the …elf?”
“Merlin, no,” Harry said.
“Eww,” Asbestos said, “Asbestos is married. And is insulted.”
“Sorry,” Hermione said, looking a bit lost. “Well… if I hire more people for the department, I suppose it’s fine as long as you keep things professional during work hours.”
Harry raised an eyebrow, “I was talking about Draco.”
“If he starts dating someone, then the same would apply to him,” Hermione said.
Harry gave her a confused look, “No… if I- “he slowly pointed to himself,  “start dating Draco.”
“Why would you do that?” Hermione asked.
“Because I like him?” Harry said.
Ron let out a long pained groan, slumping down in the chair, “Oh no... it’s sixth year all over again.”
“No. I don’t think he’s up to something this time,” Harry said, annoyed.
“...this is worse,” Ron breathed.
Hermione frowned, “I don’t know where this infatuation came from, but you should respect Malfoy’s wishes and not impose any feelings onto-”
“We’re going on our second date tonight,” Harry interrupted. “I very much asked him, and he said yes so, no imposition took place.”
“’s mutual...” Ron whispered, pressing his hands over his face, “...they’re going to be insufferable.…”
Hermione managed a blink and rubbed her eyes, “...okay. That’s fine. I’m …I’m just feeling a touch overwhelmed now.”
“We’ll try to keep things professional during work,” Harry said.
Asbestos snorted in amusement.
“….Hermione… Hermione, hold me,” Ron said weakly, holding out his arms.
Hermione collapsed into his arms, and they languished together like a Victorian couple dying from consumption.
“ A lot has happened today. So much,” Hermione said, her voice muffled by Ron’s shoulder.
“We’ll be alright. We made it through the war, we can make it through this,” Ron said.
“Really? Really?” Harry said with a laugh, shaking his head, “Well, have fun being ridiculous, I guess.”
Asbestos grabbed a handful of Harry’s robes and apparated them out of the Ministry.
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dorthyanndrarry · 4 months ago
The Liars Department -57-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 56 || Part 58 ->
Epilogue -5-
“Any advice?” Harry asked, glancing up at the mirror.
“I was made in the seventeen hundred’s, darling,” The mirror said, giving a perplexed look to the bottle Harry’s hand, “My exposure to hair dye, especially once I was moved to the Ministry, is extremely limited.”
Draco glared at Harry, “We read the directions, quite thoroughly I’ll remind you, it will be fine.”
“I don’t see why I have to do this,” Harry said, flexing his hands and making the thin gloves that came with the hair dye crinkle.
“I can’t see the back of my head,” Draco said, “I don’t want to miss a spot.”
“You have a magic mirror that could tell you,” Harry said.
Draco tipped his head up to look at Harry, “I trust you-” which would have been sweet if he didn’t immediately add, “now get on with it.”
Harry rolled his eyes and held the bottle over his head, “You better look down, or this will end up on your face.”
Draco quickly dropped his chin down as Harry squeezed, and the bottle made a sputtering ketchup bottle splurt of dark goop on top of Draco’s white-blond hair.
Draco’s scrunched his nose but didn’t say anything as Harry started working the dye in.
“Draco? Draco darling, are you in here?” Narcissa called from Draco’s main rooms.
Harry shook his head.
“I’m in the bath, Mother,” Draco called.
Harry sighed silently. The bathroom door was closed, but that was no guarantee that she would leave.
Narcissa’s heels clicked as she crossed the floor, stopping in front of the door, “I was thinking about designs for the invitations.”
“Something simple, cream cardstock-”
“Mother, really?” Draco said.
“What?” Narcissa said, annoyed, “There’s nothing you could be doing in there that requires your mind, so I might as well make use of it.”
“I’m busy,” Draco said.
“I highly doubt that,” Narcissa said.
Harry squeezed more dye out onto Draco’s hair.
“As I was saying,” Narcissa went on, “I was thinking a simple cream card stock with silver and gold accents that intertwine. That way, both your houses would be subtly represented as well as showing how the two houses would be joined.”
“Not this again, Mother!” Draco said, echoing Harry’s sentiments exactly.
“Is that a no?” Narcissa asked
“Ugh,” Draco said.
“What about you, Harry dear?” Narcissa asked.
Harry winced and kept quiet.
Draco said, “He’s not here.”
“If you’re here, then so is Harry,” Narcissa said.
“Invitations for what?” Harry asked.
“Your wedding, of course,” Narcissa said.
Harry sighed.
“We have to sort these things out before next summer,” Narcissa said.
“It was a joke!” Harry said, for all the good it would do. He had explained the dinner act was all a lie, many times. Narcissa was worse than her son when she latched onto an idea.
“As for venues,” Narcissa said, “I know the Manor would not be your first choice, but for our sakes, seeing as we are under house arrest, I was thinking you might have the ceremony here, and then you could hold the reception somewhere more to your liking?”
Draco narrowed his eyes for a second, “...Next summer?”
“Don’t encourage her,” Harry hissed under his breath.
Draco waved him off, “We couldn’t do next summer. We’d have only been dating for ten- eleven months? It would be terribly gauche to get married so quickly.”
“I think we’re well past propriety at this point,” Narcissa said.
“All the more reason to preserve what we have left,” Draco said.
“I agree,” Harry said quickly, “Big fan of propriety, me.”
“Fine,” Narcissa said shortly. “...It will give me more time to plan everything.”
“I’m pretty certain that people usually plan their own weddings,” Harry said.
“Oh, it’s no trouble-”
“Not the point,” Harry muttered.
“-Think of it as my wedding gift to the two of you,” Narcissa said.
Harry was pretty sure he had hair dyed every hair but he added more anyway and squished it in, combing Draco’s hair back with his fingers.
“White cardstock,” Draco said, “Cream would clash with the gold.”
“Hmm, I agree,” Narcissa said.
Harry pulled Draco’s hair up and moulded it into a small point on the top of his head.
Draco’s reflection laughed and held up two fingers.
Harry laughed and divided Draco’s hair shaping it into two little devil horns.
“You think you’re so clever,” Draco said.
Which only made Harry laugh harder.
The door opened, and Narcissa leaned into the room.
Harry and Draco both looked guilty for a second before remembering they were adults and then just felt a little silly, but defiantly so.
“And after the pink had finally faded...” Narcissa said.
“Exactly,” Draco said.
“You were such a good child-”
“Mum,” Draco interrupted.
“I thought I had been so lucky not to have a rebellious teenager,” Narcissa said.
“We can’t all be golden boys,” Draco said under his breathe.
“I’d argue that since everyone expected me to fight Voldemort, I wasn’t all that rebellious. I mean, I did exactly what everyone wanted,” Harry said.
Draco looked thoughtful, “...We shall both have to have our teenage rebellion now, then.”
Harry grinned.
Narcissa crossed her arms over her chest with a sigh, “You are doing an excellent job of it.”
“I would say I’m sorry, except I’m not,” Draco said, even as he tensed for a lecture.
Narcissa sighed again and drew her wand out, casting a modified barrier charm over Draco’s hair. “It will work better if you cover it while it’s working. And I hope you set a timer; colouring treatments can be damaging to hair, especially hair as fine as yours, darling.”
Harry checked his watch, trying to guestimate when they started.
“How do you know all this?” Draco asked.
Narcissa slowly raised an eyebrow that was practically a mirror to Draco’s own.
“You... dye your hair?” Draco asked.
“The Black family tends to have dark hair, only dark hair.”
“It’s in the name,” Harry joked and got the same unamused look from Draco and Narcissa.
“For a few years, while I was in schoo,l I would bleach my hair. Once I decided I wanted to be blond forever, I went to the trouble of brewing a potion to change it permanently,” Narcissa said.
Draco blinked.
Narcissa smiled faintly, “Surely you didn’t think I was naturally this blond, did you? You’ve seen my sisters.”
“I- Well-,” Draco fumbled, “All my life you’ve been blond. And you’ve never said anything before.”
Narcissa’s smile grew ever so slightly, “Talking about one’s appearance in such a way? How gauche.”
Harry laughed.
“Shut up,” Draco muttered.
“Besides, if I had told you when you were young, the entire wizarding world would know within the week,” Narcissa said.
Draco’s mouth fell open.
“You’re a terrible gossip, Draco. Ever since you learned to talk, you’ve been eager to tell everyone everything,” Narcissa said.
“Mum!” Draco said in dismay.
Harry bit his bottom lip, trying not to laugh.
“I’ll make up some samples to show you next week,” Narcissa said.
“Samples?” Draco asked.
“Of your wedding invitations,” Narcissa said.
Harry’s laugh turned into an ‘Oh no’ of dismay.
“You should probably wash that out now,” Narcissa said, removing the barrier spell, “I think I have some hair conditioning masks in my suite. I’ll go check,” and with a swish of her robes she was gone.
Draco shook his head.
“What?” Harry asked.
“She’s- She’s ridiculous,” Draco said.
Harry grinned, “Yeah.”
“And you still think well of her, for some merlin-forsaken reason,” Draco said.
“She reminds me of you,’ Harry said.
Draco glared at Harry through the mirror.
“In a good way,” Harry assured him. “You should wash your hair out.
“You should wash my hair out,” Draco said, “You have the gloves.”
“Fine, fine,” Harry said, “Come on then.”
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dorthyanndrarry · 4 months ago
The Liars Department -56-
tags: drarry, bickering, hijinks, auror Harry, ministry employee Draco, Harry is oblivious, Draco is an unrepentant flirt, Drinking, Dancing , Asbestos is a little shit, and there’s disillusionment, and oh my god they are both so so dumb
suggested rating: T+
Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <– Part 55 || Part 57 ->
Epilogue -4-
The sun was starting to set as they walked down the carriage path leading from Hogsmeade down into Hogwarts.
“I wonder what McGonagall wanted to talk to us about,” Harry said.
“Mhmmm,” Hermione said distractedly, letting her hand trail in the tall grass beside the road.
“I hope it’s not a memorial thing or a fundraiser thing,” Harry said with a frown, “They’re exhausting.”
“Uhuh,” Hermione said, staring blankly at the passing trees beside the road.
Harry smiled and shook his head.  He stepped close enough to bump her with his shoulder, “Hermiooooone-”
She blinked and looked up at Harry, “What?”
“You were in another world there,” Harry said.
“Oh, sorry,” Hermione said, shaking her head, “I was thinking and….”
“Got lost?”
Hermione smiled, “A little.”
“What’s got you so occupied?” Harry asked.
Hermione frowned at him.
“What?” Harry asked.
Hermione rolled her eyes, “It’s been a month and a half.”
Harry’s eyebrows furrowed.
“You forgot? Really?” Hermione said.
“Forgot what?” Harry asked.
“It was your idea!” Hermione said.
“What was?” Harry said, starting to worry he had forgotten something important.
“The proposal!” Hermione said, “After Suirup was arrested, you said in a month and a half Ron and I should propose to one another!”
“Oh! Right,” Harry said, “I mean, I guess I figured you’d ignore me. It’s kind of a silly idea.”
Hermione glared at him, “Shut up. It was a perfect idea. Without a deadline, it would have taken another year for us to get around to it.”
Harry laughed, “Well, you’re both busy. You especially.”
“I know,” Hermione said.
They both paused for a second as they stepped out of the trees, and Hogwarts rose in the distance, the windows faintly glowing in the growing twilight.
“So it’s been a month and a half then?” Harry asked as they crossed the grounds.
Hermione nodded.
“So?” Harry asked.
“So what?” Hermione said.
“What are you going to do?” Harry asked.
“You said you weren’t going to take sides,” Hermione said.
Harry grinned, “I wasn’t going to help. I just wanted to know what your plan was.”
“I wanted to get my thoughts in order-,” Hermione frowned to herself and pulled out her little beaded bag. She reached inside it and pulled out a handwritten multi-page essay, “-so I wrote out some notes-”
“Notes?” Harry said with a laugh, “That’s a bit more than notes, Hermione.”
“It’s important to get my emotions across properly. You only get to propose once, after all,” Hermione said, flipping through the pages.
Harry couldn’t help noticing it was written front and back. “You were always good at that sort of thing, talking about your emotions.”
“I’m just nervous,” Hermione said.
“It seems to me it’s the sort of thing you should be nervous about,” Harry said, “It would be weirder if you weren’t.”
“That doesn’t actually make me feel any better,” Hermione said.
“Thanks for trying, though,” Hermione said with a wan smile as they paused at the door.
“I am pretty good at trying,” Harry said, pulling open one of the doors and holding it for her.
Hermione gave him a fond look and stepped inside.
Harry followed, taking a deep breath as the door swung shut behind them. The air inside was cool and smelled like stone and wood smoke, dropping Harry right back into his memories, both good and bad.
“I’ve missed this place,” Hermione said.
“Hmm,” Harry said, not sure how he felt.
“You’re right on time,” McGonagall called out to them, “This way.” She was standing beside the entrance to the great hall holding a box in her hands.
Hermione hurried over to her, “Your message didn’t say why you needed to see us. I was worried it was something important.”
“It is something quite important, yes,” McGonagall said with a smile. She flipped open the box and took out a simple golden bangle. “I need you to put this on for me.”
“...Okay? It’s not cursed, is it?” Hermione asked.
“No, of course not,” McGonagall said. She took Hermione’s hand and slipped the bracelet onto her wrist, “It has a rather complicated charm on it-”
As the metal touched Hermione’s skin, a stream of glittering white light curled and swirled around her. As it faded into silvery sparks, Harry could see that Hermione’s practical work clothes and simple robes had been replaced with a beautiful flowing dress made of layers of delicate periwinkle blue that darkened and deepened as the fabric reached the floor.
Hermione gasped, running her hands over the fabric and doing an experimental twirl, the dress flowing out like water.
“It’s colloquially called a Cinderella enchantment,” McGonagall said, “It only lasts three hours, but that should be plenty of time,” She flicked her wand. All around the great hall, candles floating in the air began to light, filling the room with a soft light that mingled with the warm reds and oranges of the sunset shining through the windows.
Standing in the middle of the cleared room was Ron. He was wearing an impeccably cut suit in a deep blue, so dark it was almost black, with a matching tie and waistcoat. His dress shirt was a delicate periwinkle blue that matched perfectly with Hermione’s dress.
“Hi,” Ron said nervously, running his hand through his hair.
“Ron! Ron?” Hermione ran into the room, “What is this?”
Ron caught her hands and pulled Hermione into his arms, “Well, the thing is, I always regretted not asking you to the Yule Ball in fourth year.”
Hermione laughed in surprise.
“So, um, can I have this dance?” Ron asked.
“Of course,” Hermione said.
A phonograph sitting by the wall began playing, and soft, scratchy music filled the room. Ron did a clumsy bow and held out his hand. Hermione giggled and took it, putting her hand on his shoulder as they began to turn around the room.
Harry jumped and spun around as a hand dropped onto his shoulder.
Draco put a finger to his lips and pulled Harry to the side.
“What are you doing here?” Harry hissed.
“Meddling,” Draco said.
Harry huffed a laugh as he realised, “The suit. That was your doing.”
“I consider it a bribe,” Draco said.
“What does Ron consider it?” Harry asked.
“A bribe,” Draco said.
Harry snickered.
“We know where we stand with one another,” Draco said.
“And where is that?” Harry asked.
“A cautious truce for the sake of our- our people,” Draco said.
Harry had to look away, wondering if he was a bit too full of himself in thinking that Draco had meant to say ‘loved ones’.
“Do you dance, Potter?” Draco asked.
“I already told you I don’t,” Harry said.
Draco frowned, “Well, this won’t do; I like dancing.”
Harry shrugged, “You’ll have to teach me then.”
“But I like my toes.”
Harry muffled a laugh.
“Cast a featherlight charm,” Draco said.
“Yourself?” Draco said the way one said ‘obviously.’
Harry narrowed his eyes, “Promise not to hurl me into any walls?”
“Of course, I won’t,” Draco said, muttering quietly, “on purpose.”
“You better not,” Harry said and cast the spell on himself, trying to make it as weak as possible.
“I’ll lead,” Draco said, putting his hand on Harry’s waist.
“I-” Harry started but was cut off by Draco pulling him off his feet. It started as a waltz, but Draco was quickly distracted by how light Harry was, twirled him around, pulled him close, and spun them together.
“Draco-!” Harry said, trying not to laugh.
“Boys, quiet,” McGonagall said reproachfully.
Draco grinned, dropped his hands to Harry’s waist and lifted him up.
“No- Draco-!” Harry said.
Draco’s eyebrows were furrowed in concentration as he tried to balance Harry’s weight.
“Boys,” McGonagall said.
Harry bit his lip, glancing at the McGonagall and then back at Draco with a grin. He slowly stretched out his arms, trying to hold his legs straight. They were perfectly posed like a pair of ice skaters for a second, then Draco lost his balance, and they fell into a heap on the floor.
“Ow,” Draco said weakly.
The soft music from inside the great hall stopped, and Harry clapped his hand over Draco’s mouth.
Draco glared at him.
Harry ignored him and leaned forward to peek inside.
“There’s-” Ron hesitated, his face slowly turning red from nerves, “I-”
Hermione took his hand and squeezed it.
Ron took a deep breath, “I always regretted not asking you to the dance that year, and I don’t want to regret anything with you ever again, you know?”
Hermione nodded.
“I wanna spend the rest of my life with you- us- together?” Ron hesitated and then went down on one knee, “Will you marry me?”
“Yes. Yes- I- Oh, Ron, of course,” Hermione said, sounding a little teary-eyed. She threw her arms around him as he stood up, and they held each other tightly.
Draco jabbed Harry sharply in the ribs.
Harry pushed himself up off the floor, and Draco, who was looking very petulant. He offered his hand down to Draco and almost got pulled back down before they both remembered that Harry currently weighed about as much as a toddler.
McGonagall greeted Hermione and Ron as they came out into the hallway, “Congratulations, you two. You make a wonderful match.”
“Thanks, Professor,” Ron said, “and thanks again for helping.”
“You can call me Minerva, you know, you’re not a student anymore,” McGonagall said.
Ron briefly made a face like he had eaten a lemon and then shook his head, “I don’t think I can, Professor.”
McGonagall sighed at him.
“I can’t believe you set all this up,” Hermione said.
“I had help,” Ron said.
Hermione bit her lip, “Now I feel silly. My idea was so- so boring in comparison. I had this whole speech planned, and Molly taught me how to make your favourite foods-”
“That sounds great to me, Hermione,” Ron said, “You’ll still do it, won’t you?”
“I- okay,” Hermione said, “I’ll do my best.”
“You always do your best,” Ron said fondly.
“I need to pick up a few ingredients first,” Hermione said.
“Alright,” Ron took her hand, “let’s go to Hogsmeade, it’s been ages since we’ve been there.”
Hermione nodded, barely giving Harry and the rest of them a distracted wave as they left.
“You two,” McGonagall said, “That was highly inappropriate considering the circumstances.”
“Sorry,” Harry said.
“It was meant to be romantic,” Draco said, “at first. It just got a bit out of hand.”
“More than a bit,” McGonagall said, raising an eyebrow. She looked between the two of them and shook her head, “I would have never imagined it. You’re happy together?”
They both nodded sheepishly like they were eleven all over again.
“Well. That’s good then,” McGonagall said, “I need to get back to work. The school year will be starting soon, and there is still a great deal to attend to.”
Draco hurried to the doors.
“Can we use the pitch?” Harry asked impulsively.
McGonagall’s eyebrows rose.
“Just for a quick seekers game,” Harry said.
McGonagall stared at them, and Harry was about to take it all back when she said, “As long as you promise not to break anything-”
“Yeah, of course-”
“-Or start any fights,” McGonagall went on, “or light anything on fire or-”
“Professor, we don’t fight like that anymore,” Harry said.
“I prefer words to fists,” Draco said.
“Very well,” McGonagall said.
“No coitus or other shenanigans, then,” McGonagall said.
Harry nearly choked on his own tongue.
Draco went bright red.
McGonagall waited for an answer, as unperturbed as a statue.
“we’ll be good,” Harry said faintly.
Draco nodded.
“Very well, you may use the pitch for the next hour,” McGonagall said, “It was good to see you both.”
Harry mumbled a response as he ran out the door, Draco right on his heels.
💜 Next update will be tuesday pst 💜 thought of another little scene for this, hope you don’t mind if I add it in next week
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