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hemlocksandfoxgloves · 10 months

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Has anybody heard of "It Was All Just a Game" by write_me227? It's the very beautiful and talented untold story of Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy. Set during the years between 4th year and 8th year, it's the complete retelling of Harry Potter, the way it should've gone. Now if you don't like JK Rowling but you love Harry Potter/Drarry, this is the story for you. This is the author for you! This story is so beautifully written, down to the descriptions, every last detail, a complete character study of Draco and Harry.

During the Goblet of Fire, Draco Malfoy comes up with this miraculous plan to make a fool out of Harry Potter by making him fall in love. Draco didn't count on his plan backfiring and falling for Harry himself, and harder. They go on to have a beautiful, beautiful and loving relationship. Until of course, Voldemort finds out about their relationship. The heartbreak, the torture, the secrets! (Ohhh, I'm crying just thinking about it!!)

Now I must warn you this story deals with some heavy, heavy themes, some to note are: a severe eating disorder, body dysmorphia, emotional abuse, manipulation, physical abuse, PTSD, grief, suicidal ideation.

I will note myself she writes an excellent graphic description of a panic attack. I have panic attacks myself and it was very spot on.

Just keep in mind this isn't a story you should be reading if you're not in the right state of mind, especially 6th year.

"Safe is with me." (Totally not crying)

One of my favorite scenes:

Draco entered the Slytherin Common Room the next morning as Pansy and Blaise were getting ready for breakfast.

"Long night with Potter," they asked.

"It was nice," Draco smiled softly. "Best I've slept in a few weeks."

"Oh, we're glad you're not fighting," Pansy said.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Why would we be?"

Blaise straightened his tie. "We figured after you heard about the Chang kiss, you'd lose your head."

"What Chang kiss?" Both Pansy and Blaise closed their mouths. Draco's eyes narrowed between the guilty looks on their faces. "What Chang kiss?"

Which was how Draco found himself waiting outside the Great Hall for Harry to come down from his shower before class. He leant up against the castle wall, his arms crossed, fuming.

He watched as Harry descended from the seventh floor alone. Granger and Weasley must've been eating already. When Harry arrived at his landing, he looked up at him, and then looked around to make sure the coast was clear. "Hey you."

"Forget to mention something, Potter," he gritted.

Harry pulled a look of confusion and then, as it hit him, his eyes widened in the realization. "I'm so sorry." Draco pushed past him, charging down the stairs towards the dungeons, and Harry followed. "Wait, please let's talk about it!"

Draco ignored his plea, and continued towards the common room, but Harry grabbed hold of his wrist and pulled him back into their usual broomstick cupboard. Harry locked the door behind him and cast a silencing charm.

"You have five seconds to convince me not to commit murder. Five. Four. Three. Two—"

"If you're in Azkaban, then you'll miss our Friday dates."

Draco's eyes narrowed. "You're allowed visitors in Azkaban. I'm sure we could find a schedule."

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Harry rushed.

"You didn't think to mention it while we slept next to each other, or did you just want to snog from anybody that stops by?"

"Would saying 'the kiss was so bad that I forgot about it' help?"

"No, not really," Draco sneered. "It happened. You saw me twice yesterday. You didn't care to mention that you kissed someone else. I had to hear it from Blaise and Pansy who heard it from ten other people."

Harry frowned, dejected. "I'm such an arsehole. I deserve it. Go on, yell." Draco stared at him. "Why aren't you saying anything?"

"Because I really don't want anything like the Quidditch incident. I don't want to do anything stupid. I want to think rationally... but it's really hard to." Draco swallowed. His chest burned. "Why aren't my kisses good enough for you?"

"They are," Harry said. "I promise they are, they're amazing."

"If they were, then you wouldn't kiss anyone else. I'm gonna go," Draco's voice cracked.

"No! Please don't," Harry stepped in front of the door.

"Harry ... I want you to have friends. I want you to have your own life, but the thought of someone else kissing you. And then you didn't bloody tell me about it. We spent the night together. We had hours to talk about it."

"You had a horrible break, and I just wanted to make you feel better. I didn't want you to be angry."

"Oh, we're well past that! Furious sounds much more accurate. You cheated on me and then didn't tell me about it? I thought we were supposed to come to each other about cover-ups. I reckon if it was a cover up you would have told me instead of hiding it."

"I'm sorry! I tried looking for you on the train, I couldn't find you. I don't want to lose you," Harry cried. "I'm so scared that the rug is going to be pulled out from under me. That someone is going to take you away. I didn't want to do that to me."

"So you lied to me and hurt me more?"

"Draco." Draco moved towards the door but Harry stepped in front of it. "Wait, no please! Hear me out. It was a mistake. We were in the Room of Requirement, she was crying, it was right before we left for holiday—"

"And you let her say Happy Christmas by shoving her mouth on to yours!?"

"No! Please, just listen to me," Harry said as Draco turned around, heading to the door. He pulled on his arm. "It meant nothing. It was just a few seconds."

Draco's eyes narrowed even worse. "A few seconds? You didn't push her away?"

"I didn't know what to do!"

"Push her away!"

"She was crying, I didn't want to hurt her."

"So you chose to hurt me instead." His jaw poked out.

"That's not how it was. She just did it. I didn't even realize she was doing it. When she was, I thought someone was watching, and it'd be a good cover up, but no one was there and—"

"So she just went up to you? I'm going to kill her for touching you."

"No no no no," Harry grasped his hand, shoving his wand back into his robe. "No, you will not! If anything, take it out of me."

"Oh yes, I will take it out on your bloody arse, Harry Potter! You prick! I can't believe you'd let this happen! And then you didn't tell me about it!"

"It was awful, if it helps at all."

"Of course it was awful! She's not me."

Harry winced. "It didn't mean anything, I promise!"

"I'm your boyfriend. I'm the only one who's allowed to kiss you. She can't kiss you. You're mine, I'm yours. We mutually agreed to be in a relationship together. That means we don't kiss other people because we want to kiss each other. If we want to kiss other people, then we break up. That's how that works."

"I didn't want to kiss her! I want to kiss you so much right now." Harry took a step forward, but Draco took a step back.

"Hell no. Who does she think she is going at you like that?" Draco grabbed his wand. "She can't just kiss you if you don't want it! Hell, she didn't work hard enough for it! I had to fake my way into your heart, then get a bloody nose before you even kissed me, and she walked right on up to you and just did it and got away with it!"

Draco turned away from him, defeated. Harry expected him to act like this, though it still hurt. "This wasn't supposed to happen to you. I'd expect it from anyone else but you. You're good. You're a good person." He bit his lip. "I would have at least thought you'd have the sense of pushing her away."

"She was crying," Harry argued.

"Yes, and you have a boyfriend," Draco turned to him. "Even in secret, you have a bloody boyfriend. You should have stood up for me, for us, Harry. You couldn't have at least lied?"

"I-I... I didn't know what to do. I was shocked—"

"That doesn't matter," Draco growled. "You didn't tell me about it!"

"I'm sorry," he cried, reaching out to touch Draco's cheek. He didn't push him away, but he glared at him, sneered at him, made the point that Harry wasn't welcome like that to him.

"Whose boyfriend are you, Harry?" Draco growled, standing closer to him.

"Yours."

"What's my name?"

"Draco."

Draco pressed him back against the wall. "Whose boyfriend are you?"

"I'm yours. I'm Draco's. I'm Draco Malfoy's boyfriend."

"And whose boyfriend aren't you?"

"I really want to kiss you right now."

"Whose boyfriend aren't you?"

"Cho Chang's," Harry swallowed, looking Draco dead in the eye, then down at his lips.

"Wrong answer," he bit, "Hey, up here."

Harry's eyes snapped up to Draco's. "I'm not Cho Chang's boyfriend, I'm Draco Malfoy's."

"Both true, but not what I'm looking for."

"I-I don't understand."

"The correct answer is 'nobody else's boyfriend.'" Harry nodded, but Draco wasn't satisfied. "Say it."

"I'm Draco Malfoy's boyfriend. I'm nobody else's boyfriend."

"Good. Now, if you want to go around letting other people kiss you, then you'd better break up with me. Cheating isn't something I accept, especially after we laid out the terms and conditions before we even started dating."

"No, I could never break up with you. I don't want anybody else. I'm your boyfriend, you're my boyfriend. I love that you're my boyfriend."

Draco turned cold. "Hm, do you now?"

"Draco, please don't be like this," Harry urged, but Draco turned cold.

"My boyfriend was kissed by someone who wasn't his boyfriend and you want me to not be angry. Here, let me congratulate you on getting some action while I couldn't provide," he snapped before turning away from him and heading for the door.

"Wait," Harry rushed in front of the handle, denying access to it. "I didn't mean it like that. I just want you to be happy."

"Then maybe the next time someone comes within an inch of your mouth, you'll push them away. Move."

"No," Harry stayed firm. "Damn it, Draco. I said I'm sorry! I knew you'd be angry, but hell. It was just a few seconds. Nothing more. What else can I do to make it up to you?"

Draco crossed his arms. He hadn't realized he was breathing heavy. He couldn't help it. It hurt. Harry hurt him. "What do you think, Harry? What do you think you should have to do to make up for you cheating on me? What would you do if the roles were switched? What would you do if spent the entire night with me and I didn't tell you about it?"

"I... I don't know," he looked at the floor. "I would think that you were scared and nervous and didn't want to lose the best thing that happened to you."

Draco frowned. "Even so, I wouldn't hide this from you."

"Draco, please! I don't want you to be angry anymore. I'll do anything."

"You didn't answer my question. What would you do if the roles were switched?"

Harry opened his mouth, then closed it. He stepped aside and gave Draco access to the door as he looked down. "I would break up with you," he swallowed. "You're right. I should have pushed her away. I should have told you."

Closing his eyes, he waited for Draco to leave, to think it over, or he could just do it now. It was up to him. Looks like we aren't going to make it a year...

After a few moments of silence, Harry waiting, Draco, rather than leaving, strode to him. Harry opened his glossy eyes and looked directly into his. "I shall expect a new pair of dragon hyde gloves from Borgan and Burkes, the ones with the purple scales that just came out designed by Bruno Murano, in my mailbox by tomorrow morning, along with a top quality back and neck massage as well as a bouquet of nice-arse roses—white, not the red ones, we have to cleanse our relationship—and you're not allowed to go near that Chang girl for a week so she gets the message. If she tries talking to you, you walk away. You can explain it to her later, and if she asks questions, tell her your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, is ensuring nothing like that will ever happen again."

"You're not breaking up with me?"

Draco breathed before answering. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, too. You're right. It was just a few seconds. It's not worth it."

The boy nodded. "It will never happen again."

"Damn right it won't ever happen again. That being said," Draco grabbed Harry by his shirt's collar, pushed him against the wall, and advanced onto him, making sure their bodies were pressed together. "No one is allowed to be this close to you."

"Yes," Harry said.

"If they are, they're too bloody close. If you can feel their breath on your mouth, too close."

He nodded. His eyes were dilated, and he didn't really hear what he was saying because Draco just looked so...

"And," Draco continued, "If anyone so much touches you below here," he put a hand on his shoulder, "I'll find them and hex them."

"Please do."

"And if anyone so much as," Draco leaned down, gracing his lips against Harry's delicately, "I swear to Salazar himself, I will murder them." Harry laughed. "You think I'm joking?"

"Oh, I know you're not," he looked him directly in the eyes.

"And then I'll hex your arse as well. Did you hear me?"

Harry nodded.

"You're sure?"

"Yes."

Draco whispered in his ear. "I'm not sure you do."

"I do," Harry looked back at him with wide eyes. "I promise."

"Don't lie, Harry," Draco hissed. Pressing the lengths of their entire bodies together, he kissed his neck and bit it. "I'm only allowed to do this. I'm the only one allowed to kiss you." Harry moaned, suddenly feeling so hot. Fuck, it felt so good. "I'm the only one allowed to make you blush." Draco turned back and looked at him. "I'm the only one allowed to touch you like this."

"Draco," Harry moaned.

"You're mine and no one else's. I'm yours and no one else's. Have a problem with it? We break up. I'm jealous and possessive. If that's baggage you can't deal with, we can end this now."

"I want you," Harry's eyes dilated. "So much."

Draco captured Harry's lips to his own, kissing him hard. Biting his lower lip, then sucking it, passionately, lovingly. "You're mine."

As Draco's hand slid down to Harry's hips and he kissed Harry's neck, the bell rang, causing them to jump.

"Damn it. We have Potions," Draco said, noticing how red Harry's lips were, and how warm he felt. Harry was breathing heavily. "We can't both be missing from it."

"Y-Yeah... yeah potions..."

"Do you want to go first?"

"Hm?" Harry realized Draco's hand was still on his hip. He quite liked it there.

"Leave first, or do you want me to?"

"I don't want you to leave." He didn't even comprehend he said it, it was an automatic response.

Draco couldn't help but smile. "That's my boyfriend. But really. I have class."

"You go," Harry said, looking away, unable to keep from blushing, "I need to take care of something."

It took Draco half a second to realize, and he forced himself to the door. "I'll see you on Friday."

"See you Friday."

Draco didn't go to class. He instead went to the closest bathroom because he had to take care of something, too.

Also, if you didn't notice, I like making book/fanfic covers. Those are my thing. So if you like them and you'd like me to make one for you, just ask me, and I'd be happy to do it!!

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inkskinned · 1 year

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the thing is there's like, a point of oversaturation for everything, and it's why so many things get dropped after a few minutes. and we act like millennials or gen z kids "have short attention spans" but... that's not quite it. it's more like - we did like it. you just ruined it.

capitalism sees product A having moderate success, and then everything has to come out with their "own version" of product A (which is often exactly the same). and they dump extreme amounts of money and environmental waste into each horrible simulacrum they trot out each season.

now it's not just tiktokkers making videos; it's that instagram and even fucking tumblr both think you want live feeds and video-first programming. and it helps them, because videos are easier to sneak native ads into. the books coming out all have to have 78 buzzwords in them for SEO, or otherwise they don't get published. they are making a live-action remake of moana. i haven't googled it, but there's probably another marvel or starwars something coming out, no matter when you're reading this post.

and we are like "hi, this clone of project A completely misses the point of the original. it is soulless and colorless and miserable." and the company nods and says "yes totally. here is a different clone, but special." and we look at clone 2 and we say "nope, this one is still flat and bad, y'all" and they're like "no, totally, we hear you," and then they make another clone but this time it's, like, a joyless prequel. and by the time they've successfully rolled out "clone 89", the market is incredibly oversaturated, and the consumer is blamed because the company isn't turning a profit.

and like - take even something digital like the tumblr "live streaming" function i just mentioned. that has to take up server space and some amount of carbon footprint; just so this brokenass blue hellsite can roll out a feature that literally none of its userbase actually wants. the thing that's the kicker here: even something that doesn't have a physical production plant still impacts the environment.

and it all just feels like it's rolling out of control because like, you watch companies pour hundreds of thousands of dollars into a remake of a remake of something nobody wants anymore and you're like, not able to afford eggs anymore. and you tell the company that really what you want is a good story about survival and they say "okay so you mean a YA white protagonist has some kind of 'spicy' love triangle" and you're like - hey man i think you're misunderstanding the point of storytelling but they've already printed 76 versions of "city of blood and magic" and "queen of diamond rule" and spent literally millions of dollars on the movie "Candy Crush Killer: Coming to Eat You".

it's like being stuck in a room with a clown that keeps telling the same joke over and over but it's worse every time. and that would be fine but he keeps fucking charging you 6.99. and you keep being like "no, i know it made me laugh the first time, but that's because it was different and new" and the clown is just aggressively sitting there saying "well! plenty of people like my jokes! the reason you're bored of this is because maybe there's something wrong with you!"