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do we think blond men are born evil or does some tragic event occur with all of them in their formative years

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Is there any Drarry fanfictions

Where Harry is an absolute science need? Like genius level?

And draco just watching Harry ramble about science no clue on what that is

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nesting ☀️

for the DCC mini bang, with wonders never cease by mor!

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happy father's day to drarry dads!!

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day 7: hold

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I´ve listening a lot to this song lately and I can´t help but think of Severus and Harry damn....

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slander ii (50 words)

RUINING HARRY POTTER'S LIFE - MASTERPLAN:

Insults.

"Midnight Rendezvous" (duelling)

Seven Nimbus 2001's

Snake

Humiliating Valentine's poem

Origami ?

DEMENTOR costumes

BUTTONS

Inquisitorial Squad

Break his nose

Crucio

RECLAIM WAND

Insults

Pre-order Firebolt II

Beat him at Quidditch

"Midnight Rendezvous" (duelling ?)

Beat him at sex

Humiliating Valentine's poem

Move in

Origami  ?

RING

for @yellowfork | prompt from @drarrymicrofic | my Drarry microfic collection on Ao3

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slander (50 words)

"I don't," Potter says with conviction. Merlin. Happening upon each other here was awkward enough without the graffitied mirror: Harry Potter has a tiny prick & comes after 20 seconds. "I don't," Potter insists nonsensically. "I swear, Malfoy." Draco looks up from washing his hands. Potter's staring back. "Just… saying."

prompt from @drarrymicrofic | my Drarry microfic collection on Ao3

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Stop All the Clocks (This Is the Last Time I'm Leaving Without You) by firethesound @firethesound

This fic... THIS FIC. If you know, you know. It’s one of my all-time favorite fics, and I had to pick it for the #TreatYoShelf2025 exchange. The story is about grief, and it DESTROYED me (and I dragged some of my friends down with me, cause why the fuck not, right?).

As I read it, the whole concept basically came to me all at once, because there’s something so surreal about living in a world after the love of your life has died. Salvador Dalí’s The Persistence of Memory fits this story so fucking perfectly, I can’t even explain it, and in a way, I feel like I don’t have to.

I sobbed while reading, talking about, typesetting, and binding this fic — and I even teared up while taking pictures of it. Talking about self-care, huh? Cry it out and give yourself time. That’s what I call self-care. Do things you love, for yourself, and let yourself feel all the feelings. Be kind to yourself. Allow yourself to cry when you need to. Time will heal. It doesn’t last forever. Nothing does. No one does. It does get better.

Anyway. First time using printable Canva and just — Look. At. This!!! Don’t even get me started on the perfect charms I managed to find for this project, or the drawings I did for the typeset. And again — if you know, you know. (The mugs!!! The jumpers!!! The ring... Fuck, I’m actually crying again as I type this lol.)

Typeset and artwork by @jessonel :)

Except for the part that is clearly Salvador Dalí, obviously, hah.

More photos here (fucking Tumblr limit)

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Slander

@drarrymicrofic

“Opinion is not slander.” Mazie Hirono

“Opinion is not slander, Potter. And, anyway, you can’t slander the dead.”

“I know. It’s just, I thought—”

“You thought he cared?”

“Yeah.”

“Dumbledore was a selfish bastard. He used you.”

“Yeah.”

“He let you sacrifice yourself. Planned it.”

“Yeah.”

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Never again.”

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Would you still love me if I were a worm 🐛 ?

Based on this post :

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Thoughts on (a) who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the other(s) respond? and (b) awhile hogs the duvet? for the ship ask game? 😊🩷

Not sure which ship you want me to answer this for so I'll go with drarry but feel free to specify something else.

(a) who would ask “would you still love me if I was a worm?” and how would the others respond?

Draco is more fanciful so he's definitely the one to ask. Harry's kinda dubious and is all 'er...you mean like, if you got transfigured in an accident or if you were literally an animal or--" "It's a metaphor! Forget it." "I got that. C'mon. What do you think? ...I've known you since you were 11 and I still married you. Being a worm would have been an improve- ouch!"

b) who hogs the duvet?

Whoever gets it first. Though mostly Draco so he can be all 'oh no. now if you want to be warm you'll have to come in here with me. who knows what could happen.' Harry rolls his eyes but is secretly amused and draco is smug because it always works.

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like godfather, like godson

i am always thinking about harry and sirius parallels because no two characters in the series are as similar as these two and it never fails to kill me. both ran away from abusive homes because they’d had enough and found a surrogate family with their best friends and their family (and this is the first time sirius lays eyes on harry post azkaban, running away just like he did) 

“She deserved it,” Harry said, breathing very fast. “She deserved what she got. You keep away from me.” He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. “I’m going,” Harry said. “I’ve had enough.” (POA)

“You ran away from home?” “When I was about sixteen,” said Sirius. “I’d had enough.” (OOTP)

they go all angry caps lock while defending each other

“DON’T TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!” Harry yelled. He was on his feet again, furious, ready to fly at Dumbledore, who had plainly not understood Sirius at all, how brave he was, how much he had suffered… (OOTP)

“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO HARRY?” roared Black. “HOW DARE YOU FACE HIM? HOW DARE YOU TALK ABOUT JAMES IN FRONT OF HIM?” (POA)

they’re deeply unimpressed with voldy and taunt their cowardly enemies about saying the name

“Well, I’m terrified now,” said Harry sarcastically. “I s’pose Lord Voldemort’s just a warm-up act compared to you three — what’s the matter?” he said, for Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle had all looked stricken at the sound of the name. “He’s your dad’s mate, isn’t he? Not scared of him, are you?” (OOTP)

“Voldemort, teach me tricks?” he said. Pettigrew flinched as though Black had brandished a whip at him. “What, scared to hear your old master’s name?” said Black. (POA)

they’re in the exact same circumstances in ootp - forced back into abusive homes by dumbledore (and then harry is further retraumatized at hogwarts by umbridge), begin to break down as a result. their ways of coping with that trauma are also very similar. they prefer being in dangerous, risky, life threatening, adrenaline charged situations over being in the homes they were abused in. sirius is partly joking here but the fact still is that he straight up prefers being on the run from the ministry (while living in a cave eating rats, no less) and risking azkaban/the dementors kiss again over being back in grimmauld place. similarly, harry states that he would rather face a dragon - even though he is more terrified than ever before in the lead up to the first task - than be back at privet drive. 

Somehow, the knowledge that he would rather be here and facing a dragon than back on Privet Drive with Dudley was good to know; it made him feel slightly calmer. (GOF)

“Personally, I’d have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you’ve had it bad, at least you’ve been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights… . I’ve been stuck inside for a month.” (OOTP)

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⚡️🍏 mirror of ecidyrue x magnets by niki up in my head…

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the biggest tool in the trauma toolbox

“Every single one of you needs therapy, but Hogwarts doesn’t have the money to rebuild both the student population and the castle, so this is all you get: a forty-five-minute lecture about processing your trauma,” said Professor Sinistra. “I hope you enjoy the new stained-glass windows in the Great Hall.”

She flicked her wand at the radio on her desk and out came the calm, soothing voice of a professional mind healer. “My name is Healer Donna Davies Thomas Jones, and I am the Creator of St. Mungo’s Trauma Toolbox, strategies you can use to overcome anxiety, depression, and stress. Let’s start with something we here at St. Mungo’s call the 5-4-3-2-1 technique. First, focus on your breathing. Breathe in through your nose and out through your mouth.”

All eleven of the eighth years took a breath in together and an exaggerated ahhHHHHH out. Professor Sinistra sighed, said something that sounded like bloody teenagers need to be right back, and left. 

“Good,” said the voice of Healer Donna Davies Thomas Jones. “Slowly start to shift your focus to what’s around you. What are five things you can see? Count them in your head, but don’t say them aloud.”

From his seat behind Potter, Draco saw Potter’s 1. bad posture, 2. messy hair, 3. wrinkled robes, 4. the steel hoop in his right ear, and 5. where his wrinkled robes sagged a little, revealing just the smallest hint of quidditch-toned back muscle. 

“Good. Now shift your focus to your other senses. What are four things you can feel?”

Harry felt 1. Draco’s breath on the back of his neck, calling every one of the hairs there to attention, 2. the thwump of Draco’s pointer finger against his head, 3. the desk cutting into his side as he spun around, and 4. the feeling of Draco’s robes as he grabbed them and pulled Draco toward him. 

“Good. Now continue to open up your awareness. What are three things you can hear?”

1. “What the fuck are you doing, Malfoy? We agreed we would leave each other alone.” 2. “What if I realized I don’t like leaving you alone? What if I decided I want more of what we had over summer break?” 3. “There are a million reasons that can’t happen. You’re the one who said we had to learn how to stay away from each other.”

“Good. Continue to work on slowing down. What are two things you can smell?”

Harry could smell Draco's perfume, a mixture of 1. citrus and 2. woody notes. The same perfume Harry once called “irresistible.”

“Good. Now grab all of your attention and focus it right here, on this last step: What’s one thing you can taste?”

“Bloody hell,” Sinistra said when she returned to Draco and Harry making out in the middle of the classroom, seemingly lost to the world around them as Healer Donna Davies Thomas Jones continued to discuss other tools in the St. Mungo's Trauma Toolbox. “You two need therapy the most.”

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for @drarrymicrofic prompt: ground | on ao3

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god i’d forgotten that in the letter harry writes to sirius in ootp at the end of his first week of detentions with umbridge where she’s torturing him with the blood quill, he tells sirius “we’ve got a new defense against the dark arts teacher, professor umbridge. she’s nearly as nice as your mum” as a way of trying to indicate to sirius how awful umbridge is