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Professors au comm for @ira-dunfort for her Drarry fic Substitute

Thank you! ⚡

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being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that

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"You could get up early and do it before work" I could also wait for a magic beanstalk to start growing in my living room LMAO. Let's focus on things that happen in the real world

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just remember, tense your shoulders, grit your teeth, take rapid shallow breaths and say to yourself ”oh shit, oh fuck, this is all my fault”

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Today’s fish thing is this set of fish glass cups! (Origin unknown)

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On a fateful day in sixth year, Harry follows Ron and Hermione into the hazy, vapour-filled dungeons for their class with Slughorn. Breathing in woody, floral fumes, he opens up an old annotated copy of Advanced Potion-Making for the first time.

That year, he kisses Ginny Weasley for the first time, too.

He also slices Draco Malfoy open in a bathroom.

Ten years later, he finishes up at his desk on a Friday evening, chucks the latest case notes into his bag, and wanders down to the D.M.L.E. potion lab. Technically, at this hour, there should be no-one here, but he's not surprised to find a pale blonde head bent over a row of steaming cauldrons.

"Shouldn't you be home by now?" He drops his bag on the floor, hoisting himself up onto the benchtop.

"Funny." Malfoy doesn't take his eyes off his task, peering at the dark, pearly liquid. It looks vaguely familiar. “Shouldn’t you?”

"Not like it matters," Harry says, gaze catching on the damp curls at Malfoy's nape. "Nothing to go home to except more case notes."

"Oh, the life of the Chosen One. Scintillating as ever." Malfoy stirs the middle potion clockwise, then counter-clockwise. "I'll be sure to write to the Prophet tomorrow, first thing."

Harry snorts, and Malfoy grins, wiping his brow with his sleeve. He begins stirring the potion closest to Harry, counting under his breath. Spirals of steam twist languidly in the air as a comfortable silence settles in. Harry breathes in deep, slow, recognising the warm, clean scent of Malfoy’s cologne. He’s sure he could pick out Malfoy blindfolded now, after five years of working together in close quarters.

"I should go home and use my own lab," Malfoy murmurs, brushing his hair out of his face again. "The temperature control charms here are shit. I'm sweating my fucking balls off right now."

Harry can't be blamed for what he says next; he's trying very hard not to think about Malfoy's balls.

"Well, you smell nice, at least."

Malfoy looks at him sharply, a strange look on his face. "What?"

Harry feels a heat creep up his neck that has nothing to do with humidity. "Er, your cologne. It's nice."

Malfoy carefully places the ladle down on the benchtop. "I'm not wearing cologne today."

"Oh." Harry breathes in, helplessly, wishing he would shut up even as he keeps talking. "It smells like your cologne in here." Too late, he remembers where he recognises the pearly sheen of the potion from. Sixth year. Slughorn. "Ohhhh, shit. Is that—"

"Amortentia," Malfoy breathes, crowding in between Harry's knees, and then—he's kissing Harry, kissing him hard, tugging at his hair, shoving a hand up his t-shirt. Shock, hunger, hot and electric, shoot up Harry's entire body and he pulls Malfoy hard against him, desperate. Malfoy's tongue is in his mouth. Harry wants to climb inside him.

Finally Malfoy pulls back, breathing hard. "It smells like me? Really?"

"Yes," Harry groans, chasing after him. "Yeah, this whole fucking—" Harry gasps, clutching Malfoy closer as he sucks at the skin below Harry's ear, "—room smells like you. Oh God. Fuck, fuck, don't stop—"

Draco doesn't.

Floral 🌸 Day 6 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s unofficial microfic may challenge

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i am actually insufferable once I get comfortable with someone

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Bromley House Library Children's Reading Room

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Children's Reading Room, Bromley House Library, Nottingham

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There's a book that we had in our house growing up that I was obsessed with as a kid. It was just called "PAKISTAN: PAINTINGS BY LIN YONG AND SU HUA" and it was an art book of 100+ paintings/sketches by two Chinese artists who travelled thru Pakistan in 1978 and 1981, a sort of travelogue of their trip, and to little-kid me, it was some of the most beautiful things I'd ever seen. I have no idea why we had that book, but I would stare at it for hours, and it made me wish I could draw/paint/do whatever it was that these artists had managed to do.

Anyway, we've moved house a bunch of times and I lost track of the book and haven't seen it for probably two decades now. But I think about it now and again, and had struggled to find it over the years, but I finally, finally got my hands on a copy of my own and i want to cry haha

I was afraid that maybe the art isn't as good as I remembered, being just a kid and all, but I cracked it open and nope, it hits me just the way it used to. Maybe even more now. It's so fucking pretty. Have some random pages:

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welcome (49 words)

"Alright?" Draco doesn't answer. The Hawthorne wand feels—wonderful—alive in his grip, and— His eyes find the cafe's exit. He promised himself he’d face Potter with dignity. Civility. But screw civility. Chair scraping over hardwood, Draco bolts. “Yeah okay, you’re welcome!” Potter calls after him, sounding put-out – disappointed.

prompt from @drarrymicrofic | special thanks to @yellowfork for many hours of communal chair-toppling and table-flipping | my Drarry microfic collection on Ao3

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There’s a lot of excellent examples of the difference between a million and a billion, but here’s my new personal favorite from a conversation I had today:

A million minutes ago was April 2021, the height of the COVID pandemic.

A billion minutes ago was November 121 CE, the height of the Roman Empire.

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1D OMEGAVERSE NONCON was what took out AO3

so, we all suffered through ao3’s recent downtime:

so i got curious, because i was bookmarking things when the site went down and wouldn’t it be funny if i was the one who broke it lmao (😔no it wasn’t me but i helped)

https://archiveofourown.org/bookmarks/2147483647 is this

absolutely iconic 10/10 no notes good job team 😂

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You can survive almost anything through the right combination of:

Bitching and moaning

Hater-ology

Doing a goofy little bit about it

Having a buddy say "that's so fucked up" at intermittent points (you can also be your own buddy)

Destroying the cursed amulet you carry everywhere, why do you even have that thing

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H/D Erised 2025

art by misterwalnut

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2025 H/D Erised Fest Timeline Sign-ups open: July 11 (9AM EST | 2PM BST) Sign-ups close: July 17 (6PM EST | 11PM BST) Assignments will be sent out by: July 24 Check-in #1: September 1 Check-in #2: October 6 Fic and Art due: November 3 Posting starts: December 1 Big Reveal: January 7

H/D Erised is a fanfic/fanart gift exchange fest focused on the romantic pairing of Harry Potter & Draco Malfoy! 

In an exchange fest, you are creating work specifically for another participant and receiving work created specifically for you in return. Your friendly neighborhood mod team (@nv-md, @epitomereally, @thehoneybeet, and @veradubhgoill) will match you with both your gifter and your recipient based on what you want to create and what you want to receive. Erised works are posted anonymously on AO3 starting on the first of December. We encourage everyone to read and comment throughout the month! Creator’s names will be revealed in early January.

The heart and soul of this fest is the gift exchange. If you’d like to create something special for someone and receive a gift crafted especially for you, then you are more than welcome to sign-up. 

The gift exchange element is really what makes us love the fest, and what keeps people coming back. We want to create a community where we can all celebrate each other’s work. If you’re here for the love of community and the spirit of gift-giving, you’re in the right place.

<3 your mods, Ali, El, Honey, and Vera

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between the lines

“Oh no, we’ve broken up again,” Draco said, picking a Prophet off the top of a stack of papers outside King’s Cross station. On the cover: POTTER AND MALFOY HEADED FOR SPLIT? next to a picture of Draco giving Harry the two-fingered salute at the Quidditch World Cup. “It seems we were overheard getting into a, quote, ‘heated discussion,’ unquote, that has some people speculating that our relationship is, quote, ‘unlikely to make it to the cup finals,’ unquote.”

“You would think at this point they would realize all of our discussions are heated,” Harry said. “When we stop arguing, that’s when they need to be worried.”

Draco’s mouth pulled into a tight line, his I Disagree With You face, one of Harry’s most favorite Draco faces. “A break-up fight would put all of our other fights to shame. I’m starting with setting the ugly curtains in your study on fire.”

“I would let you. I would just apparate away and leave you to deal with the mess.”

“Apparate to where? Ron and Hermione’s?”

“No,” Harry said, even though yes, that’s where he had been thinking of apparating to in this scenario.

“You would apparate to Ron and Hermione’s and I would make enough of a racket outside of their house that Ron would send you outside to, quote, ‘deal with me,’ unquote, and then we would have a huge fight, in public, and The Prophet would run stories about it every day for at least a year.”

“I would stun you from the window the second you started to cause a scene. Then you would wake up in our house—or I guess it would be your house? Or my house? Who would get the house if we broke up?” Draco started to answer, but Harry waved him away. “It doesn’t matter. You would wake up in a house charmed to not let you leave for at least 48 hours. I’ll have taken your wand but made you a cup of tea. There’ll be a note on the table explaining that this is for your own good, since I know you would rather fight then process your emotions and I want you to have the chance to—”

“I’m immediately owling Rita Skeeter to do a tell-all,” Draco said. “The first insight into me and Harry Potter’s relationship? He likes to run away whenever there’s a hint of interpersonal conflict. If you want to keep him from doing something he regrets, you have to make him mad enough to actually confront the problem. That’s why I’m starting with setting the curtains on fire!”

Harry glared at him. “I hate how sweet that is.”

“You said you would make me a cup of tea!” Draco yelled.

The next day’s Prophet cover: CONFIRMED: POTTER AND MALFOY HEADED FOR SPLITSVILLE.

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