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the-real-milo · 1 year

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Truce

Summary: Malfoy isn’t really okay with being cast as the villain, but maybe Harry isn’t a hero anyways.

A/N: Characters are 18+ , story is unrelated to plot (no present-day Voldy) and does not connect to the timeline in the books, pre-established that draco and harry are LGBT+ because none of us have time for that realization story arc. Ok, enjoy!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/43374268/chapters/109032940

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“I have spent the past 45 minutes explaining to you all how to use the Vanishing Spell. Now, prove to me you have been listening. Partners are listed,” a flick of the wand, and a piece of paper zinged into existence onto the classroom door, “where they always are.”

Professor McGonagall is trying a new thing, where we switch partners every week. It hasn’t been the smoothest transition - while the Gryffindors might laugh at Seamus for burning his (and a bit of his partner’s) eyebrows off, Blaise Zabini was a bit more vain than we had realized, and partners had to be switched early or Seamus would’ve been sporting a violet eye under his bare brow.

Last week, though, when Neville and Hermione were partnered together, there was a really touching moment when Neville finally got the specific wand flick right and hugged Hermoine, who looked surprised but warmly hugged him back. So, it hasn’t been all bad.

Making my way to the door, I have high hopes for this class, before Malfoy calls from the door, “Oy, Potter, looks like you’re with me this week!” With the cheekiest grin imaginable on his face. Pansy and Blaise are trying, and failing, not to laugh, but Ron next to me is turning a solid shade of red.

“You can always ask to switch if he bothers you too much,” Hermione whispers, but I just shrug.

“I’ve dealt with him for this long, one week as partners won’t kill me. Thanks, though, ‘Mione.” Ron doesn’t look like he can speak quite yet, but his eyes bug out a bit in a way I recognize as, “It’s bloody Malfoy! Shit, if he even looks at you the wrong way I’m going to shove my wand up his ass and summon a flame.” I pat him once on the back before making my way to the Slytherin side, where Malfoy has decidedly planted himself. Malfoy looks relaxed, and the smile he still has on puts a sparkle in his eyes that has me looking for a second too long.

Before he can get one annoying word in, I stick my hand out and propose,”Truce. One week. You game?” His eyes flare and remind me suspiciously of the mischief I always see gleaming in Fred and George’s. “I can behave myself, Potter; Can you?” I roll my eyes, but shake his hand all the same. He has a loose grip, like most rich boys do, but his quidditch calluses are outliers on his insanely smooth hands that I can’t shake the feel of, even after our brief handshake ends.

McGonagall gives each team a mouse, and ours is a fuzzy little gray thing, which is just about the cutest animal I have ever seen. Malfoy, of course, immediately starts being a jerk, and corners the mouse in between his textbooks, so much so that he looks uncomfortably squished.

“Lay off the mouse, will you, Malfoy?” I sigh. Hermione’s usually the activist of the friend group, but I’m not going to let Malfoy just abuse an animal right in front of me.

He gives me a side glance, and ah, there it is, his famous sneer. I swear it actually makes his jaw look more angular, and he only does it to make me jealousy aware of that fact.

“How are we supposed to Vanish him if we won’t stay still?”

“Yeah, but you don’t need to be cruel to him.”

“Cruel?” Malfoy scoffs, “We are Vanishing him. That in itself isn’t a showcase of your brilliant, Gryffindor morality, is it, Potter?”

My cheeks are turning red without my permission, and for some reason I can’t meet his eyes. “Well, yeah, but I dunno, we can always accio him back, or something.”

“You weren’t even paying attention.” Malfoy’s voice is loudening, and other people have turned to stare. “You’re about to throw a living creature into non-existence, and you can’t even give a damn enough to care?” I want to shout at Malfoy, the way he’s shouting at me, but I can’t defend myself. For once, Malfoy is right. He looks disgusted with my lack of an answer, and thusly, with me. The whole room has gone quiet.

He looks up, suddenly aware of the rest of the class, and casts a perfect, “Evanesco!” on the mouse before storming out of the room.

Without thinking I follow him out, ignoring McGonagall and Hermione’s joint “Wait!” He hasn’t gotten far, and is just standing against the wall a couple of steps from the door. His breaths are coming hard, and freckled cheeks are showing a pink color that has me wanting to hold his face in my hands. Malfoy looks up at me with a numbness in his eyes that’s quite disconcerting. All of the sudden, I feel a need to babble incessantly.

“You’re right, about the mouse. I know you are. I’m sorry I didn’t -”

Malfoy cuts me off quietly, “I’m not a bad person.”

“I know.” I say automatically. And, at that moment, I knew it was true. Malfoy may annoy me to all hell, but he hasn’t really done anything more than feed the pre-existing Gryffindor-Slytherin feud.

“But you don’t know. No one does. Everyone hates the Slytherins for being evil, and you do too! You just asked to call a truce between us, even when I’ve done nothing! You don’t need a truce from nothing, Potter. I’m not the evil one between us, by fucking Salazar!” By the end he’s sniffling hard and barely making sense.

“I don’t think you’re evil,” I start, and he glares at me with eyes that say he’ll not take any bullshit in the name of pity.

“It’s true! I think you’re a bit of a wad, and somethings you exasperate me to bloody hell, but I’ve never thought of you as evil, and - wait are you calling me the evil one?” Malfoy stops looking sad and starts looking appalled. “Well, yeah! You were kind of a jerk to me when we first met.”

“What? I don’t remem-”

“I can find my own sort, thanks,” he mimics, nasally.

“You had just called Ron the wrong sort!”

“Oh, so you do remember! I was nervous, still taking my father’s advice for making minions as that for making friends. And please, this isn’t about your boyfriend.”

“You were still,” I paused from the thought to address his last statement, “My boyfriend?”

Malfoy wasn’t on the verge of tears any more, though that inviting pinkness remained in his cheeks. Now, if I was reading him correctly, he looked angry

“Weaselby. You know, short redhead who looks like a psychopath when you hang around anyone else?” he sputters out.

“He’s just a protective friend! And, come on, you know he’s super into Hermione, right? Oh man, don’t tell him I told you that.”

Malfoy had the gall to look surprised, and then went back to furrowing his brows. “Whatever.”

“Come on, Malfoy, can’t we both agree that eleven year old boys are jerks and move past this? Why do you care about what people think of you, anyways?”

The pinkness in his cheeks darkens to a not-quite red, and I almost miss his response for debating about the hue in my head.

“Not people.”

Not people, how coherent. There’s one confusing second, before it clicks.

“Please, Malfoy. I’ve seen you turned into a ferret. I don’t think there’s anything you could do to make me think of you as pure evil after that.” I give a small chuckle at that memory, and Malfoy rolls his eyes so hard I’m a tad worried for his vision.

There’s a minute of silence, all of which I anticipate him going right back to reaming me out, when he chokes out a, “Truce?”

I laugh fully this time, and grab his hand to pull him into one of those bro handshake-hugs. Though, I don’t think Malfoy’s ever done one of those before, and he pulls me to him with more force than necessary. He smells fantastic, like crisp green apples and expensive broom oil. We’re still tangled together when class ends and jolt away too quickly, our clasped hands the last to unfurl. Again, I do everything I can to look directly into Malfoy’s time.

Ron and Hermione wait on the other side of the wall, thankfully with my scrolls and quills, and I make to join them before Professor McGonagall stops both Malfoy and I from scuttling away. We both glance to her, then to each other, and say doggedly in unison,”Detention.”

“9pm, tomorrow night. Don’t be late.” Her robes swirl around her as she marches back into her classroom, and hit Malfoy and us in the face.

Malfoy and I look back at each other, and he winks at me before saying, “It’s a date. See you then, Potter.” Without looking back, he walks hands-in-pocket in the direction of the Slytherin dorms.

I go to join Ron and Hermione, the former who pelts me with questions about what I did with Malfoy. I have a feeling Malfoy wouldn’t appreciate me telling my friends about his minor mental breakdown, so I just shrug and say, “I think we’re friends now.”

For whatever reason, I don’t stop grinning the entire way back to the dorms.

A/N: Chapter 1/?? The goal is enemies to lovers <3 Lemme know if a continutation is wanted! Taglist: @mawofmeraxes

#drarry #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #hp #angst?#angst #sad draco #oblivious harry #enemies to friends #friends to lovers #enemies to lovers #fanfic #fanfiction #drarry fic #hp fandom #hpdm #hp fic #therealmilo

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realitybitesyouknowit · 1 year

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“Do you like it?” Voldemort asks before he can embarrass himself further.

Harry stills. “What?”

“My new face,” Voldemort says, tilting his head with an odd look on said face. If he were just a bit more buzzed, Harry might call it coquettish. “Do you like it?”

In which Harry creates an opportunity, and Voldemort takes it.

#Harry Potter #Fanfiction #ao3 #past drarry #Past Harry/Draco #Fake/pretend relationships #Voldemort gave up the war #Harrymort #Oblivious Harry #Harry is a little shit too #Hermione's mad Harry made her feel sorry for Voldemort #Ron's just having the time of his life at the end #ministry galas

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wizardemotions · 3 months

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i had to get the slytherins out of my head. also the dynamic i personally imagine for eighth year drarry

#i love a harry who's not actually the most oblivious shit in the world postwar #i also love it when he's as much of a bastard as he is in the books #movies castrated his snark i think #quill to paper #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #theodore nott #blaise zabini #pansy parkinson #also sorry crabbe and goyle. you're sort of just unsexy lamps to me. there to be scary lackeys for draco and not much else #i'm sure i'll take my hypodermic needle of headcanon and pump em full of personalities eventually #just havent thot abt it much this go-round with this fandom #also yeah if you're wondering my harry's hairstyle is entirely inspired by avpm harry

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basiatlu · 8 months

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Thanks for the suggestion!! I think they’re super cute. Can see Harry having a pretty big bi boy crush on Charlie, honestly

#harry james potter #charlie weasley #harry potter #harry potter art #hp art #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #doodle #digital art #characterdesign #the burrow #crushes #Charlie is somehow more oblivious emotionally than Harry #just loves his dragons #you set him off Harry #the weasleys

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atlasdoe · 17 days

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Are we ever going to talk about how The Marauders fandom is physically unable to like a character unless they're flawless

this is kinda a rant so if your sensitive don't read but i've been seeing a pattern recently

like for example:

The headcannon that Sirius lost all of his friends and regretted the prank when in cannon nobody gave a shit apart from Snape

The headcannon that Mary obliviated herself turning into Dumbledore obliviating Mary. I swear people started noting how selfish it could be to erase the memories of your friends who died in a war and leave their orphaned son so the fandom had to change the headcannon so that Mary doesn't do it but Dumbledore does cause god forbid one of these characters actually does something shitty on their own accord

Any idea of Regulus, Barty or Evan going to Dumbeldore for help and Dumbledore rejecting them. Dumbledore would've jumped on having another Death Eater spy for him. When have we ever seen him turn anyone down???

Literally anything relating to Regulus Barty and Evan being forced to do things

I literally once saw somebody say "what if the only reason why Barty was with Bellatrix was because they were having a memorial for Regulus and he was innocent the entire time"

Any kind of excuse that people give for Remus marrying and impregnating Tonks only to run the moment responsibility crops up

Calling misogyny whenever a female character is a villain in a fic or whenever Lily or Tonks are bad mothers (i've talked about this before but fanfiction does not equal headcannons and just because Lily or Tonks or anyone is a bad parent in a fic or is villaised doesn't mean that the writer doesn't like the character or sees them as a bad person)

Ignoring that Evan was friends with Snape, Mulciber, Avery and Wilkes while at Hogwarts (people the fandom villainies)

Any excuse that anyone comes up with for what James and Sirius did in Snapes worst memory

i could go on and on but my point is that nearly every character in the marauders era that we have information on is in some way morally grey and i am so sick of seeing people excuse their actions or coming up with far fetched headcannons to make them more "likeable" I LIKE THEN FUCKED UP A LITTLE STOP MAKING THEM SO BORING

#like in fanfics i don't care do whatever you want #but headcannons are supposed to add onto cannon not replace it #and it's soooooo annoying to see y'all strip away these characters like this #I DONT EVEN LIKE THE MARY OBLIVIATING HERSELF HC #BUT I DESPISE DUMBLEDORE DOING IT #cause what does it do??? other then give this fandom another fake reason to hate a character we don't like anyway #the marauders #harry potter #the marauders era #marauders

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myfeetrcolddd · 4 months

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Under the mistletoe

"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.

It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'

So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.

It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.

The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.

It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.

"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.

"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"

"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"

"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."

"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"

Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.

"And how would we do that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.

As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.

"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.

"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.

It took a week for things to be ready.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.

"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.

"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."

"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."

The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.

It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.

Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.

Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.

As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.

But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.

The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.

Their feet were stuck to the ground.

Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"

"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."

"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.

"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.

So maybe it was a Weasly.

The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.

After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.

"Theo." She said.

"Y/N."

The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."

"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"

"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.

"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.

Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.

The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.

It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.

Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.

Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.

"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.

No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3

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