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Honestly I think the worst mischaracterisation of Draco is that he is a realist or pessimist…

Like guys, do you really think that a boy that’s been give everything in life and simply has to call on his daddy for everything to turn out better is not the most optimistic human being in the world. Honestly, I believe that no matter how bad things are going, Draco will 100% believe that it will all be all right with no other facts than “how can bad things happen to me? That’s not how things work”

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Hello! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I wanted to ask you if you could recommend some super fluffy fics. BTW I really appreciate you! Thank you so much!

SOMETIMES WE ALL JUST NEED SOME FLUFF, so I’m going to try to make this list extra lovely (and long!) ^-^ 💜💜💜

Fluffy Drarry Recs

Talk to Me by Saras_Girl (15.5K)- When the usual channels of communication are shut down, the most surprising people can find a way in. A strange little love story.Harry is cursed temporarily blind and deaf while alone outside, and is helped by a gentle stranger (*cough* Draco). SO SWEET. Part of her fluffy!verse (collection of one-shots), and anyone after fluff should really read them all

Yours Until Midnight by drarryisgreen (4.5K)- Harry sits at a cafe owned by Draco day after day and wonders why Draco likes to bother him. / Lots of rain, lots of tea(s), lots of fluff.Some fics you just adore for no reason you can articulate, and this is one of those for me. Harry is a (secret) fiction writer under the alias January James, and he writes all his stories in Draco’s cafe, while drinking Draco’s tea and pining without even realizing what he wants. Heart-clenchingly sweet!

Then Comes A Mist and A Weeping Rain by faithwood (21K)- It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.This fic has the most kudos of any Drarry fic on AO3, so everyone and their grandmother has probably read it, but READ IT AGAIN because there is a cloud that follows Draco around raining on the poor boy EXCEPT WHEN HARRY’S BEING NICE TO HIM

Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark​ (6K)- Potter escorts me home, presses me into my front door and kisses me with a ferocity that’s exhilarating. And then Potter asks me, in a growl that makes my cock throw a wet tantrum in my pants, how many more dates I would deem mandatory before I let him fuck me. I drag Potter to bed.This fic is fucking hilarious. Quite possibly my favorite humor/fluff/smut combination ever. They both work at the Ministry, and Draco is lured to Potter by the rumors of his amazing cock and they’re so cute and it’s just pure brilliance.

Good to me (And I’d Be So Good to You) by AWickedMemory (9K)- Everyone returns to Hogwarts after the war, but nothing is quite the same. Harry’s groupies are creepier than ever, Ron and Hermione are snogging all over the place, and the once-proud Draco is shuffling around like a kicked puppy. But that’s okay: Harry’s got a plan.Harry implements Operation Make Friends With Draco Malfoy, and Draco is very confused. Also featuring “Harry’s Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy Repository of Information Collected Whilst Stalking (DLAMRoICWS)” hehehe

The Wolf Pack by dracogotgame (13.5K)- Nobody said achieving your animagus form was easy. Draco could handle being a wolf pup for a while, right? How bad could it be?Oh my GOD Draco’s animagus form is a wolf PUPPY and he meets another wolf in the forest and bothers him all the time and then he adopts this wolf as his protector. And the wolf is annoyed but reluctantly amused and endeared and I WONDER WHO THAT WOLF IS HM WHO COULD IT BE????

Mingling, Mistletoe & Misdeeds by @jadepresley​ (10K)- Three couples in denial. One Christmas party to make them finally see sense. Christmas fluff!This fic is adorable! It also features Ron x Pansy and Hermione x Theo, and I fell in love with those other two pairings in this fic as much as Drarry! Christmassy and LOVELY. And Draco planned the party, so you know it’s a good one ;)

Candy by @bixgirl1​ (5.5K)- It was only after careful consideration that Draco came to the wildly preposterous conclusion that he and Potter were actually friends. Sweet fic. May cause cavities.Harry wants to be friends with Draco, but Draco refuses. And keeps refusing. Until somehow they’re suddenly friends, and then they’re more then friends, and Draco has no idea how any of it happened! Oblivious!Draco is my favorite Draco and yes I think I may have indeed gotten a cavity from how sweet this fic was ;)

To Love a Loathed (Arch) Enemy by Sophie_French (11.5K)- “For the last time, Malfoy, I have absolutely no hidden agenda giving you your wand back.”Harry brings Draco his wand back after the war and the rest is history.After Harry returns Draco’s wand, they start sending (FLIRTY OMG) owls back and forth, and then Draco helps Harry with the Hogwarts Restoration and it’s all just adorable :)

Harry Potter and the Incredibly Organized Personal Assistant by megyal (2.5K)- Harry Potter’s new assistant is snarkily organized.Not gonna lie, I have a huge thing for Draco being Harry’s Personal Assistant and basically just running his life. This short little fic is so lovely and funny!

Get Me From My Good Side by @julietsemophase​ (5.5K)- The only reason Harry agrees to these Ministry publicity articles is he knows he’s in safe hands with Draco Malfoy as his stylist. But then a shoot doesn’t quite go to plan and Harry worries his secret is out.Personal stylist is another job I just LOVE for Draco. This fic is perfect perfect perfect because Draco is the only one Harry trusts to style him. And of course that’s not because he’s secretly in love with him, what are you talking about?!

To Bag A Hero by moonshoespotterr (7.5K)- When Draco realises that insults are getting him nowhere, he decides to take a new approach to bagging the Boy Who Lived.Draco starts being nice to Harry and gives him his scarf and YEP this is pure fluff

Tug-O-Want by dysonrules (16.5K)- Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.Aaaah amazingness! Accidental bonding! Being repeatedly drawn to each other from opposite sides of the castle! Neither of their faults but they blame each other anyway! Giving in to their desires more and more each time! Y E S

One More Cup of Coffee by Lonov (10.5K)- Harry thought the best part about being a Healer would be saving lives every day without the constant fear of being murdered by a megalomaniac, but when Draco Malfoy walked into the room, he realized he hadn’t escaped so easily.Both are healers, Harry is miffed that Draco has a more senior position than he does, Draco brings Harry coffee every day, and I could choke on the sweetness

Check Me Out by lumosed_quill (3K)- Draco works as a librarian. Harry visits often and attempts (possibly) to flirt with Draco through his choice of books. Draco is not getting it. At all.YES this fic is exactly as adorable as the summary makes it sound :D

Storm in a Teacup by faithwood (8K)- For reasons he’d rather not think about, Draco is obsessed with Potter’s hair. This cannot end well.FLUFF FLUFF HARRY’S HAIR IS FLUFFY LIKE THIS FIC. They study together in a hidden alcove

Hey, Potter by SunseticMonster (16K)- Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome.GAH Harry starts complimenting Draco whenever Draco insults him and Draco gets all flustered and baffled and it’s adorable as FUCK.

9 times Harry kissed Draco, and the 1 time Draco kissed Harry by LockWhoSuper (4.5K)- ‘Harry grinned, Draco fell into his trap perfectly. Surging forwards, Harry wrapped his fingers around Draco’s tie and pulled him forwards until their lips met over their cauldron. The pressure lasted for three seconds, Harry’s eyes shut and Draco’s wide in surprise. When Harry let Draco go, he slid back into his seat slowly, eyes still wide, tie crooked and a blush painting his cheeks.’Every time Draco swears, Harry kisses him. That’ll make him stop. Yep. Perfect plan. Nothing at all to do with Harry wanting to kiss Draco. Nothing whatsoever.

What Potter Wants by birdsofshore (3.5K)- Harry definitely didn’t want to do that to Malfoy. Not at all. So why did Malfoy keep saying that he did?This fic is hilarious and perfect and I think about it all the time because the idea is just that brilliant. Draco insists over and over that Potter is dying to suck his cock. Harry denies it and denies it, but….for someone who doesn’t want to suck Malfoy’s cock, he sure is protesting a lot. Fluffy Smutty Humor ;)

All You Want for Christmas is Me by chibaken (7.5K)- Harry Potter is rich enough to buy himself anything he wants, and so famous that he receives daily gifts from his fans. Whatever is a Secret Santa to do? Draco doesn’t know yet, but he’s going to figure it out.YEAH I’M RECCING MYSELF SUE ME (please don’t). Christmas party games, Draco in denial, presents, and pooooooorn with a ribbon

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College (Larry):

All the Right Moves

Can’t Fool Me    

If I don’t have you      

Won’t Say I’m In Love

Walk That Mile

8th Year (Drarry):

Lumos

Who Shagged Harry Potter?

Love Comes Tumbling      

Something I Don’t Want to Stop  

The Owl Who Came for Christmas    

Dom/Sub (Larry):

Reduce Me To A Pleading Cry

pray for some sweet simplicity      

Kiss me on the Mouth and Set me Free

Like an Endless Summer

Smoke Dreams from Smoke Rings

Dom/Sub (Drarry):

You And Me

There’s No I In Team     

The Destiny You Sold   

100,000 Galleons  

Shining, Like A Present   

Fake/Pretend Relationship (Larry):

Like Candy In My Veins

Dance to the Distortion

come on jump out at me  

My Lights Stay Up  

Find You Home

Fake/Pretend Relationship (Drarry):

In the Shadow of Your Heart

The Gentlewizard Club

A Convenient Impracticality    

dirtynumbangelboy

Quick, Malfoy. Kiss me.         

Famous/Non-Famous:

tangled up in you

Saved Tonight

Then We Talk Slow  

‘Til I Tasted You

Turning Page

Friends With Benefits (Larry):

rivers ‘til i reach you      

Shape of You

In Circles of You and Me      

Manifest Destiny

Your Kiss

Frien(emies) With Benefits (Drarry):

What Real Thing?      

Little Talks      

We Are Young

Strange Bathfellows

Party of Two  

Getting Back Together (Larry):

The End Should Be A Good One       

Things Gone Cold

How Could I Ever Forget

Drifting, Weightless        

Take Me Back to Where We Started 

Getting Back Together (Drarry):

Make Me a Headline

After Hours at the Ministry of Magic

Packing the Flat       

A Song, Incomplete    

Second First Chances    

Hate to Love (Larry):

Love’s Truest Language

Don’t Want Shelter        

Fall At My Door

so let’s cross the lines we lost

On The Open Road 

Hate to Love (Drarry):

Touch Me Fall

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident

Eternally Consistent 

I Feel You

Wild        

Jealousy (Larry):    

Looking Through You

No One Else Will Do

Now That It’s Over

Far Away.

Once Bitten

Jealousy (Drarry):

Time to Eternity

I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor 

in the electricity of your touch 

Never Feel the Burning Light 

Synchronicity      

Roommates (Larry):

Carried Away Like Butterflies 

Talk Dirty To Me     

How Fast You Fall

Just The Thought of You Can Drive Me Wild  

You’re My River Running High           

Roommates (Drarry):

Muggle Technology and Heroism

(The Piece) I was Missing All Along

All Must Draw Near 

A Dented Old Street Sign       

Surrender Unto Sleep

Unrequited Love (Larry):

 If I don’t have you (there’ll be nothing left)

Safe and Sound (You’ll Always Be)

Go Nowhere Tonight       

things unspoken      

Three’s A Crowd

Unrequited Love (Drarry):

Your Place or Mine?        

Tread That Fine Line      

Ask For It      

Baby, it’s Cold Outside        

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine      

Slow Burn (Larry):

Fool’s Gold

You Might Want to Marry My Husband 

Like an Endless Summer

(Take Me Home) Country Roads 

Apples Always Fall (As I Do For You)      

Slow Burn (Drarry):

Nothing Like the Sun

How I Met Your Father 

measures of our days and nights

Life skills outside the curriculum       

Dear Enemy      

Soulmates (Larry):

i’ll take your pain

Things Gone Cold 

can i be him?

Poison Me With Love

Veni, Vidi, Amavi       

Soulmates (Drarry):

punch-drunk fingerprints

hello goodbye

A Choice of Wings       

Burning the Ground

Written on the Heart        

+ D R A R R Y   B O N U S:

Accidental Bonding:

Hope Springs Eternal      

Hungry

The Ties That Bind Us

Harmonised Consciousness 

In Evidence of Magical Theory

Magical Accidents:

The Invisible Man

Higher and Higher 

Tug-O-Want

Side-Along      

The Rewards of Bravery

Veela:

Two Weeks 

Angels and Devils 

In His Nature 

Shine, Even in the Darkness    

Conception of Dreams       

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the half blood prince

Hermione: so um... harry isn't the whole malfoy thing a bit too much? You're practically obsessed with him

Harry: what? oh sorry i wasn't listening i was watching draco on the marauders map he should be entering the great hall any secon- oh fuck there he is okay guys try to act naturally, ron could you move a little bit to the left you're blocking my view

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Drarry Headcanons

Draco pining for Harry since sixth year

Like he just needs someone to save him, to care for him, who better than the savior of the entire wizarding world?

Three years after the war finally ends, and Harry’s Auror work leads him to St. Mungo’s where Draco is a healer

And when did Draco get so attractive ???

Harry finds himself going back several times a week with increasingly frail excuses to see him

“Er, I got a paper cut and I forgot the healing charm.”

“You do realize bandages exist, right Potter?”

Finally he goes “fuck it, I didn’t die to keep these feelings to myself” and asks him on a date

This goes on for a while, and things are super good for both of them

They finally begin to feel normal again

Harry eventually wants to come out to his family (the Weasleys, Andromeda, Teddy who’s far too young to understand but he’ll be damned if he keeps a single secret from that child)

Draco wants to come out too, but his family is so torn apart

So they do it together, hand-in-hand, at a Weasley family gathering and when they finally convince Andy and Narcissa to meet

They move in together a few months later and have a guest bedroom for Merlin-knows who will stay with them

The longer they stay together, the more time Andy leaves Teddy alone with them, secretly testing them as parents

That room eventually becomes Teddy’s room, full of warmth and color and so, so many pictures of Remus and Tonks

And they heal together, mending the scars they both hide beneath the surface

Draco eventually decides he wants his Dark Mark hidden, as instead of a reminder of his past mistakes, it becomes a trigger for horrible anxiety, so he goes and gets the constellations of his family tattooed over it

Harry gets a tattoo of Canis Major, complete with twinkling Sirius star on the same day

He would end up with a full moon, a rack of antlers, and a lily flower on his body as well

They take even bigger roles in Teddy’s life, as a cousin to Draco and godson to Harry

Teddy loves the zoo, and they have weekly trips there, but once its raining so they go to the animal shelter instead

Draco falls in love with every single cat, but they immediately make Harry sneeze

Teddy becomes attached to a large black dog, but to Harry it looks a bit too much like another one

Draco literally refuses to leave without rescuing at least one animal

They eventually decide to adopt two sphynx cats they find on the muggle internet because they’re hypoallergenic and many people consider them to be ugly, but they fit so well into their strange family

Draco thinks they look absolutely regal and wants to name them after constellations, but Harry’s having none of it

A few months later, Harry stops in the middle of a Quidditch game they’re playing with Teddy

“Draco, will you marry me?”

It’s so random that Draco nearly falls off his broom in shock, but he says yes an instant later, and the game continues

After the wedding, in which Teddy is the most adorable ring bearer to grace the earth, his hair matching their colors of emerald and gold, Andromeda approaches them with the idea of the two of them adopting Teddy as their own

It’d be so much easier for the two of them to keep up with him and raise him into modern society, and she just wants to step back and be a grandmother more than a parent

When Draco enthusiastically agrees to it, Harry can’t help but break down in tears

After living his whole life without a family, after everyone he’s lost, and after all he’s fought for, he can finally just live and be happy

Harry and Draco Malfoy-Potter and their Son Teddy Remus Lupin along with their two cats, Dobby and Colin, grow old together because for fuck’s sake these three deserve to be happy

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Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation -7-

Tags: eighth year, drarry, angst, assault, bullying, violence, illness, harry with long hair, magic theory, veela history/world building, veela draco, book veelas, fairy tale inspirations, -no feathers-, -no mates-, dysphoria related to physical/magical changes, Fenrir Greyback, werewolves, romantic tension, emotional and romantic intimacy, happy ending

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and violence

<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <–Part 6 || 

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Draco opened the little tower’s window to let in the brown delivery owl, quickly shutting it again before the driving rain got in. He untied the package from its leg, and the owl flew over to a chair by the small desk.

“You can’t stay forever,” Draco warned.

The owl lifted its wings slightly and shook the water from itself in a little shivery movement that left its feathers raised and then settled back onto the chair, content with its place.

Draco shrugged and pulled off the twine and paper wrapped around the cardboard box, throwing the refuse in the small fireplace. He opened the box and took out a rather large bottle, turning it around to examine the label, nutrient potion, with dosage instructions below. Draco ignored that, pulling the cork out and taking a swallow, trying not to shudder at the taste.

There was another impatient tap on the window. Draco set the bottle down on the dusty table and went to the window, retrieving a second owl and package. This one carrying a revitalising potion. The second owl went and joined the first on the back of the chair, they ruffled their feathers and leaned into one another, beginning to groom one another.

Draco absently stroked their feathers as he walked past, “The shop owner won’t be pleased with you staying here.” He looked outside at the pelting rain, “Not that I blame you.”

He sighed and went back to the little living area of his new room. He was moved to a small tower in an unused corner of the castle as soon as classes started and the halls were empty. It was up a long narrow staircase that wound up the inside of a tower, to a wooden hatch that led to his rooms. The first floor had a couch and an armchair in front of the fireplace, with a small round table in the centre. At the back of the room, a simple wooden chair and desk sat between the two small windows.

The winding staircase continued on the wall up to the second floor, which had a bed, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom that had been enlarged to three times bigger than the small closet space it occupied. The only appealing thing about the room was a large pair of iron banded doors opposite his bed that opened onto a balcony overlooking the Forbidden Forest. And everything was grey from a thick layer of dust.

Draco could hear a house elf padding around above his head still cleaning. Once it was habitable, Draco intended to take dreamless sleep and just stay in bed as long as humanly possible.

He opened the second box and took a rather larger swallow of revitalising potion. He wasn’t sure what he should do about being…what he was, but his body needed the extra energy and nutrients.

Draco set the bottle of the table and collapsed onto the couch, waving the dust away absent-mindedly. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and he closed his eyes, feeling…

“Hello, Potter,” Draco said.

A few steps later Potter’s black hair showed through the opening in the floor soon followed by the rest of him.

“How’d you know it was me?” Potter asked, looking a bit winded.

Draco looked back at the fire and lied, “I guessed. There are only two people who are allowed to see me.”

“Oh, right,” Potter said. He stood there for a few seconds more and then haltingly walked over to the table, “I have your notes for the day.”

Draco nodded, carefully not looking at him.

Potter set a strange notebook held together with a spiral of wire on the table and fished around in his bag, taking out two other books, “I got these as well. It’s all I could find on veela, other than brief descriptions in magical creature books.”

Draco didn’t answer, clenching his teeth.

“Malfoy? Are you listening?” Potter asked.

“I’m ignoring you,” Draco said flatly.

Potter hummed under his breath, “Not doing a very good job of it are you?”

Draco shot him a glare, which only made Potter smirk in triumph. He grabbed the books from Potter’s hands and read the titles embossed on the spines, “These are fairy tales.”

“I said it wasn’t much. Pince says there are better books, but only the veela themselves have them.”

Draco nodded, flipping to an illustration of a beautiful woman dressed only in vines and leaves standing in a field of poppies, beckoning the viewer with outstretched hands.

“I’m gonna stay for a while,” Potter said, sitting down on the armchair, “I have some reading to do for charms and everywhere is crowded.”

Draco stared at him, his chest feeling strangely tight, “Why?”

Potter paused from taking another book out of his bag, “It’s too loud, and I can’t concentrate?”

“No,” Draco said, “Why do you want to stay here? We’re not friends. We don’t like each other.”

Potter shrugged one shoulder, “I don’t dislike you.”

“You have every reason to dislike me, Potter,” Draco said.

“Well, I don’t.”

“We hated each other seven years,” Draco said, “We were on opposite sides of the war.”

“And we grew up and realised that without all that blood purity bullshit we could actually get on just fine,” Potter said.

“Are you a seer now?” Draco said sarcastically.

“I mean it might as well happen as not, right?” Potter said, leaning back into the dusty chair and opening his book, “I won’t distract you or anything.”

Draco looked back at his own book, “…What does it feel like?”

“What?” Potter asked.

Draco traced the description under the illustration- ‘Wood Nymph in a Clearing of Flowers’. “Being around me. You feel something, don’t you?” he asked, “That’s why you want to stay here.”

Potter hesitated, “…No. I just want to read.”

Draco flipped the next page in the book with a muttered, “Liar.”

Potter didn’t rise to his bait and just kept reading. Draco read about a wood nymph whose beauty stole men away from their wives, and they forgot to eat and drink and died in loving her. She wept, curled in roots of her mother tree until she fell into a deep sleep born of sorrow and the good pure son of a woodcutter and took an axe to the nymph’s tree while she slept, cutting it in half and killing her.

Draco didn’t think about Harry Potter and how much he wanted him there, how much he wanted him to stay. He didn’t think about how this was what he had wanted since he was eleven, the pure undivided attention of Harry Potter-

-because of what he was becoming. Because of this magic changing him. Not for him. Never for him.

“It’s getting late,” Potter said, stretching as he stood up from his chair, “I’d better get going.”

Draco closed the book of fairy tales and stared into the dying flames in the fireplace.

Potter picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.

“Don’t come back.”

“What?” Potter stopped.

Draco clenched his jaw and took a steadying breath, “I said, don’t come back.”

“But, I’m supposed to deliver-”

“Owl them,” Draco said shortly.

Potter frowned.

“Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Draco said coldly, “I don’t need you to come here, and you don’t need to come, so don’t waste my time.”

Potter looked around the tower with a scowl, “Because you’re so busy. Get your head out of your ass, Malfoy.”

Draco kept his gaze fixed on the fire, refusing to acknowledge him.

Potter shook his head, “Good to know you’re still a prick. I thought maybe you had changed.”

And Draco barely winced at all when Potter stormed down the stairs. He felt every step Potter took away from him until he was gone from Draco’s grasping senses, even as they still yearned after him.

“I don’t need him,” Draco snapped in the silence.

He stood, pacing in front of the fire, trying to shake the feeling of unease filling him. The rain thudded relentlessly on the windows. The fire cracked loudly in its grate.

Draco twitched, grabbed a bottle from the table and hurling it into the fireplace. It smashed against the bricks in a shower of glass, and the fire sputtered, flaring purple. The delivery owls hooted, their feathers fluffing out in alarm. Draco grabbed the other bottle and flung it after the first as hard as he could. Glass skittered out of the grate across the floor, the fire burned green and blue for a moment before it guttered and went out in a hiss of smoke and steam.

“I don’t need him! I don’t need anyone! I’m not going to-!” Draco’s chest heaved, fury edged with sorrow he refused to recognise, “I won’t. I won’t be chained to someone. Ever again.”

The tower darkened without the firelight to fill in its edges. The owls hooted mournfully behind him.

Draco went to the desk, writing a new potion order, wrapping it in ten galleons and giving it to one of the owls before throwing the window open. The owls nearly ran into one another in their haste to leave. He didn’t bother closing the window. He went upstairs, ignoring the house elf’s complaints and climbed into the bed, pulling the comforter over his head.

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"I never knew that something you love could hurt you this much."-Every fangirl at least once in their lives.

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Hermione: Oh, could somebody give me a hand with this zipper?

Pansy: Yeah okay

Hermione: Up!

Pansy: Oh...

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HEY for people who dont want to support J.K Rowling(a terf and toxic person) by buying Harry Potter stuff that goes back into her pocket heres a few options

Etsy:

You can spend a little more money and support people with a talent for wand making that pays independent artists

Depop or Merceri:

Buy used Harry Potter stuff that doesn't go back to J.K

Ali Express(or wish if your feeling lucky): Really good priced items of everything the wands are 4.00$(character specific) theres cheap cloaks vests plush pins bags all of reeeeeeeeally good quality and none of it goes to jk Rowling.

I hope this helps as a person who loves the fan created Harry Potter and is a cosplayer i didn't want to just cut off HP but didnt want to support her so i went threw aliexpress depop etsy bought some items and determined this is great.

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Drarry Coffee Shop AU

This was definitely not reread, much less beta’d after I wrote it. But I had a list of AU’s, some spiked lemonade and thought I’d see what came out. Hopefully, you’ll enjoy <3

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Their mid-morning rush always confused him. Shouldn’t these people be at work by now? They couldn’t all be stay-at-home parents. They certainly weren’t staying at home. Some were students from the Uni nearby, he could tell. But why did they all have to come AT ONCE?

He shuffled the line of cups on the counter so that he could fit yet another iced vanilla latte into the queue, pulled another jug of milk from the fridge and prepped a couple drinks before turning back to the line. Hannah was on a roll on the espresso machine - using one hand to fill a basket with more grounds while tearing another handle out of the machine, dumping the wet grounds, and repeating. There was no way he was going to fuck up her pace. 

Having given his face muscles a rest from constantly smiling at his idiotic customers, Draco turned back to the register, ready to take another dozen orders when he saw him. Three people back, staring at the menu board as if he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Draco wasn’t completely sure he caught his cringe before it was visible, but quickly but his Customer Service Smile back on and took the next person’s order. He grabbed their biscotti, put their cup in line on the counter and turned to the next person.

Harry was now next in line after this customer. Draco wasn’t sure if he had seen him yet because he was desperately looking anywhere except the line. Feet jostling his weight back and forth, he could feel the sinking feeling in his stomach as the shame welled up inside him. This is why he worked so far away from home… He had graduated university years ago, done well, yet here he was, working - no, managing - a coffee shop. It’s certainly not what anyone thought Draco Malfoy would be doing with his life, least of all Draco himself. Maybe Harry wouldn’t remember him… Ugh. That was ridiculous. Hogwarts was a small private university. Despite not having the same major or ever living in the same dorms, it’s not as if Draco had been invisible at school.

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Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy

The 6th and final request! And my favorite, I think.

Tags and trigger warnings: This story references depression and alcohol abuse and the suffer is very self-deprecating about it and themselves

(Now a multi-chapter fic on AO3!!)

Draco stared down at his empty glass in confusion. He couldn’t remember it getting so very empty, which wasn’t helpful at all in his quested to get wasted and forget, at least for a little while. He stood, the world spinning violently around his head. Draco tightly gripped the back of his chair until the spinning slowed to a tolerable wavering and started towards the bar, crowded with a thick mass of muggles.

Draco was edging through the maze of people when the person in front of him stepped back into him. Draco’s glass tumbled to the ground where it was kicked and shuffled out of reach before Draco’s drink-addled mind could react.

“Shit,” Draco hissed, looking from the ground where the glass had been, up to the arsehole that had run into him, the arsehole with black hair and broad shoulders and glasses-

Draco felt all the blood leave his face and stumbled backward involuntarily. The man turned, apologies dying on his lips as he recognized Draco. Meanwhile, Draco’s will to live immediately died in the face of Harry Potter.

He spun on his heel, shoving through the crowd with frantic desperation to reach the door. Draco slammed outside, gulping down the cold air and shivering. His coat was still inside, laying over the back of his chair but he didn’t care. He couldn’t be in that building anymore, not with Potter there. He could get a new jacket. He just needed to go home and sleep, for a few days or a week.

Draco fumbled in his pocket for his wand and nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt a hand wrap around his arm, holding him in place as firmly as a steel band.

“Malfoy?!” Potter said, pinning Draco with his vibrant green eyes, “What are you-?”

Draco pulled back, straining pointlessly against Potter’s grip.

“I haven’t seen you since the trials,” Potter went on with a frown, “No one has,” a furrow on his brow joined the frown, “Are you ok? Has anyone threatened you? I know some people can be hostile, but for the most part, our world has moved on.”

Draco quickly shook his head, “I’m fine. Let me go.” When Potter didn’t relent Draco scrabbled at his hand, trying to pry Potter’s fingers up.

“Is it me?” Potter asked, “I know we didn’t get on before but we ought to be able to start over. We’ve both grown past school rivalries by now.”

Draco finally remembered he was a wizard and reached across to his pocket, trying to pull his wand out with his offhand.

Potter tsked and grabbed Draco’s wrist. He changed his grip on Draco’s arm so he was holding Draco by both wrists without much apparent effort. 

“Cut it out, this is a muggle neighborhood!” Potter hissed under his breath, dragging Draco away from the doorway to the edge of the building, “What are you doing in a muggle bar anyway?”

“Drinking,” Draco glowered, “That’s what you do in bars.” He was nearly drunk enough to indulge in the petty and childish desire to slump down and drop all his weight in Potter’s grip like a five-year-old throwing a tantrum. But since he wasn’t quite that drunk he could only think about doing it and sulk.

Auror training had apparently been fantastic for Potter, making him more fit than ever. Drinking and depression had not been quite so kind to Draco Malfoy who was sporting dark circles under his eyes and the, too thin from forgetting to eat or substituting drink for food, look.

“Are you ok?” Potter asked again, genuine concern creasing his face.

Draco just glared at him.

“Can I help?” Potter pressed with such earnestness Draco wanted to lurch forward and break Potter’s nose with his forehead but he could not quite convince himself he had the coordination for it.

“Yes.” Draco said flatly, “Let me go. That would be very helpful.”

For a second, Potter’s grip loosened and Draco thought he had won, then his face took on something akin to fierce determination, which Draco found very offputting, and held on firmly.

“I’ve been looking for you,” Potter said hesitantly, adding a vulnerability on top of the already unbearable earnest concern.

Draco groaned, “I can’t.” He gave in to his earlier desire and slumped, but Potter just lowered himself along with Draco so they were both on their knees in the middle of the sidewalk. “I just can’t,” Draco lamented.

Potter had the audacity to look sad. “Fine…” he said softly, “there’s just something I have to say first and then I’ll go and I won’t look for you again.”

“Say it then”.

Potter took a deep breath, “I-” he swallowed hard, “-after the war I did a lot of thinking, about the world, about myself, and I realized that I actually,” Potter paused and bit his lip nervously, “I realized, I fancy you, a lot. I probably have for a while.”

Draco frowned.

Potter loosened his grip until Draco’s hands slid free and curled onto on his lap.

“Why are you so awful,” Draco whined, glaring petulantly at Potter.

“I know. You hate me,” Potter said with resignation, slowly standing up and brushing off his jeans.

“I don’t hate you,” Draco snapped impatiently, “I love you.” He frowned at Potter’s kneecaps, “Dumbass.”

“You do?” Potter said in surprise.

“Of course I do.” Draco gestured at all of Potter, “Fucking look at you.” he went back to glaring at Potter’s knees, “I can’t go back to the wizarding world, you’re everywhere. It’s unbearable. Loathsome.”

Potter bent over, grabbing Draco’s hands in his and pulling him to his feet.

“Let me go,” Draco said.

“No.” Potter said firmly, his fingers curling around Draco’s palms, warm and ticklish. “You’re going to come back to my flat and in the morning when you’re sober you’re going to tell me you love me again, properly.”

“Do I have to?” Draco pouted.

Potter nodded, “Yes, you do.”

“If I’m good can I have a kiss?” Draco asked hopefully.

One side of Potter’s mouth quirked up in a lopsided smile, “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Draco perked up, “And coffee?”

“And coffee,” Potter assured him.

“What about a danish?” Draco asked.

Potter rolled his eyes, “I promise, you can have whatever you want, Draco.”

“Oh,” Draco blinked, “That’s a dangerous promise to make you know?”

“I know. But I think it will be worth it.”

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Hi, do you ever plan on continuing Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy? I fell in love with while you were still relatively regularly updating it and since the last update, I come checking back every once in while if there has been an update. I'd love to see one!❤️ But I completely respect you decision and right to abandon it or just set it aside for a while, just wanted to know — what are your plans? Do you intend to come back to it?

Short answer: Yes

Long Answer: After I finish 7Steps I plan on writing a shorter 10k-30K fic as kind of a mental refresher because novel length fic that take a year to write (for me) are a bit mentally taxing. This means 7steps as well as Whatever You Want, Draco Malfoy because that baby’s gonna be big, there’s so much I want to put in it.

Once I’ve finished the shorter fic I plan to start writing Whatever, DM again. I plan to post it on tumblr the same way I have with 7steps which will let me edit and update it, because my writing style has changed since then, and allow me to get back into the story at the same time.

Of course this will all take time because writing is just so… writing

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Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation -6-

Tags: eighth year, drarry, angst, assault, bullying, violence, illness, harry with long hair, magic theory, veela history/world building, veela draco, book veelas, fairy tale inspirations, -no feathers-, -no mates-, dysphoria related to physical/magical changes, Fenrir Greyback, werewolves, romantic tension, emotional and romantic intimacy, happy ending

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and violence

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Harry put his chin back on his arms as Malfoy’s breathing slowed, and his body relaxed into sleep.  Malfoy still looked ill, but somehow more ethereal. It was probably the moonlight, Harry told himself, making Malfoy’s hair and skin look so-

Harry shook his head, turning his cheek on his arms, looking out the window. It was strange thinking of Malfoy of all people being part veela. Not that Harry knew many part human, part magical creatures.

Hagrid was half giant, Remus had been a werewolf, and Greyback was still out there. He wondered if metamorphmagus’ like Tonks and Teddy counted, probably not since they weren’t… hated. The metamorphmagus ability wasn’t from being mixed with anything, at least not that he knew of. It was mixing that people always seemed to hate, regardless of whether they were muggles or magic.

He knew a lot of people would say veela weren’t hated, but Harry remembered how people had treated Fleur, drooling and gawking at her, trying to win her like a prize. She had only started dating Bill because he had treated her like a person. And it was awful how very rare that seemed to be. It would be worse for Malfoy. He was a veela, his past, and his family all stirred into a single volatile mix.

Harry hadn’t been lying about Fleur. He had felt a pull from her, but it had been so light he had shrugged it off without thinking. Being around Malfoy wasn’t like that, Harry hesitated to think of it as an allure at all. He didn’t desire Malfoy, it felt more like… being wrapped up in a warm blanket. It was just comfortable to be around him. Harry felt more at ease, his thoughts didn’t race, and he felt like he could finally, finally, let down his guard.

Harry looked back as Malfoy he turned on his side, trying to squirm deeper into the blankets. Harry stood as quietly as he could and pulled the duvet higher around Malfoy and sat back down, feeling accomplished when Malfoy relaxed again.

It wasn’t an allure, but that didn’t make it any less dangerously appealing.

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Draco carefully used the corner of his toast to mop up the last bit of egg from his plate, trying not to feel resentful and hungry as he ate the last bite.

“Good morning, Mr Malfoy,” McGonagall said briskly as she walked over to his bedside.

Draco put his breakfast tray aside and sat up straighter, “Headmistress.”

“Poppy has given me a quite alarming report,” McGonagall said holding up a sheet of parchment, the handwriting too small and cramped for him to read, “The number of times you’ve been the hospital wing recently is alarming.” She pushed her glasses up and read off, “Chronic fatigue, weakness, fainting, dangerously high fevers…” She looked over the top of the parchment, “Does this have anything to do with other students targeting you?”

“No,” Draco said.

McGonagall said, “As far you’re aware it’s a purely health-related issue? If so, it’s reached the point where it would be in your best interest to be seen by a healer at St Mungo’s.”

Draco hesitated, looking down at his hands curled together on the sheets, “Could I be certain of your discretion if I were to tell you… what it is.”

McGonagall pursed her lips and gave him a short nod, “No one will know outside of those that absolutely must for your health and well-being. And I won’t budge on that, Mr Malfoy.”

“And you’ve always done such a jolly good job of it” Draco muttered, unable to hold back his bitterness.

“It is my goal to improve every year upon the last, especially in concern to the failings of the last few years,” McGonagall said. She drew her wand and cast a series of overlapping privacy charms around them, “Go on then.”

Draco squeezed the sheets, “I-” his throat tried to close over the words again, and he took a deep breath. “…I’m a veela,” he choked out.

McGonagall’s eyebrows rose. She slowly looked him over with a growing frown, “You are looking better than your health issues would normally suggest, and are somewhat more… distinctive than you used to be…”

Draco grimaced, his nose wrinkling.

“Can anyone verify your claim?” McGonagall asked, “Otherwise, a visit with a healer still stands.”

Draco hesitated, “My mother said there might be a family history of it and… another veela said that I was one. I… I began changing when she came in the room. My hands-” he stretched them out in front of himself, they began to shake at the memory, “-I had black talons.”

“Not claws?” McGonagall asked.

“I know what talons look like. I’ve had an owl since I was three,” Draco said stiffly.

McGonagall’s expression didn’t flicker, “I had to ask, Mr Malfoy, we’ve had quite a few werewolves this year.”

“That’s not my fault.”

“I never said it was,” McGonagall said coolly. “I can hardly see how you would be solely responsible for a rather unstable man who was serving Voldemort of his own free will. If anyone was to blame, I would say it was the aurors under whose watch he escaped before he could be imprisoned.”

Draco wilted back against the headboard.

“Would this veela be willing to verify what you’ve just told me?” McGonagall asked.

“I don’t think she wants anyone to know she saw me,” Draco said.

McGonagall nodded, “Well then, I shall be discrete when I speak to Fleur Weasley.”

Draco’s eyes widened.

“She requested permission to visit the school yesterday, it’s not a difficult leap to make,” McGonagall said, raising one eyebrow ever so slightly.

Draco nodded.

McGonagall sighed, “The problem, Mr Malfoy, is that we’ve never had a veela at Hogwarts and that is because we are not prepared to deal with them going through- precisely what you seem to be going through right now.”

“What I’m going through?” Draco said.

“Not all veela have the correct mix of genes to change in any meaningful way, but those that do, they transition from being just a rather striking human to something a bit more… well, veela are considered magical creatures. Your entire body is changing into something quite different.”

“You make it sound like puberty,” Draco said.

McGonagall mouth twitched up briefly, “Something like that, yes.”

“I don’t remember puberty being quite so painful.”

“That is troubling,” McGonagall said, “but it likely has something to do with how old you are.”

“Eighteen?” Draco said.

“Too old, Mr Malfoy. Veela usually change sometime between the age of thirteen and sixteen and over a year, sometimes more. I suspect the stress of the past two years may have delayed it, and now your body is trying to catch up.” McGonagall tapped her foot on the floor as she thought, her brow furrowing. “I must speak with Fleur. If she confirms your story, then I will need to reach out to Beauxbaton and see if you can still transfer this late in the year.”

Draco sat bolt upright, “Transfer?”

“We can’t accommodate you here,” McGonagall said.

“…My probation stated that I had to finish my schooling at Hogwarts,” Draco said.

“I will arrange everything,” McGonagall said, “Your health and safety are more important.”

“I’m not sure the Wizengamot will agree with you,” Draco said.

“I don’t care if they agree, it’s not negotiable,” McGonagall said, “For now, however, you can’t return to your lessons.”

“But I’m already so far behind!” Draco protested.

“There’s no saying how your unstable magic might react to other students. And you are weak enough that too great an exertion could be injurious to you,“ McGonagall said.

“I can’t afford to lose more time,” Draco said.

“I’ll have someone bring you notes from your classes. I believe Hermione shares the same classes as you?” McGonagall asked.

Draco stared at her.

“Surely you can’t have any complaints about the quality of her notes,” McGonagall said.

Draco muttered. “I’m not the one that’s going to have complaints.”

“Hermione is an exemplary student, and if she has any complaints, you’ll be glad to hear it is not a request.”

Draco nodded.

“Are there any other students who know?” McGonagall asked.

“Potter,” Draco answered reluctantly.

“Ah, and he arranged for you to meet with Fleur.” McGonagall tapped a finger on her chin thoughtfully, “As long as he knows, I might have Harry bring you whatever you might need for your classes when I’m not available.”

“I don’t think that’s a-”

“Now is not the time for petty childhood rivalries,” McGonagall interrupted, “Harry is trustworthy, and can throw off an Imperius curse. He is uniquely suited to being in your presence.” She nodded and brushed her hands together as if it were all sorted, “Very well, I have a great deal to see to now. You’ll be moved to a private room-”

“I already have a single room,” Draco said.

“It’s too close to the other students. We have to avoid all unnecessary contact.” McGonagall said.

“I understand,” Draco said flatly, “It won’t be for long anyway.”

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Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation -5-

Tags: eighth year, drarry, angst, assault, bullying, violence, illness, harry with long hair, magic theory, veela history/world building, veela draco, book veelas, fairy tale inspirations, -no feathers-, -no mates-, dysphoria related to physical/magical changes, Fenrir Greyback, werewolves, romantic tension, emotional and romantic intimacy, happy ending

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“Mr Malfoy?” Pomfrey said after one look at him, “You just left my care the other day… I’m starting to think you might need to be seen by a healer.”

Draco waited until Potter had been shooed out the hospital wing before answering, “I’ve just found some information that might give me an idea of what’s wrong with me.”

“Well, that would be a relief! You’ve been quite the drain on my potion stores as of late,” Pomfrey said pressing a revitalising potion into his hand with a pointed look.

“I just need to check something,” Draco said, “I have an important family history question, if I could use the floo-?”

Madam Pomfrey’s lips thinned.

“I won’t be long, it’s just to my mother,” Draco said, trying not to sound as desperate as he was, “it’s very important.”

“…Very well,” Pomfrey said stiffly. She led him to the back where a fireplace was always ready for students that might need to be taken to St. Mungo’s and unlocked the wooden box on the mantle that held her floo powder. She let him take a pinch before snapping the box closed like he might steal it otherwise.

Draco waited for Pomfrey to leave. She didn’t.

“You can cast a privacy spell,” Pomfrey said, “I can’t leave a student by an active floo unattended.”

Draco nodded because he didn’t trust himself not to snap at the woman if he tried to speak. He cast a muffliato and threw the powder into the fire, calling out his parents residence in france and sticking his head in the billowing green flames.

“Darling? What is it? Is something wrong? Are you hurt? Are you in trouble?” Mother asked as soon as she knelt in front of the fireplace.

“I’ve been sick,” Draco said flatly.

“What is it? Oh, sweet Circe, it’s not dragon pox is it?” Mother asked in growing alarm.

“No, Mother,” Draco said, and interrupted her before she could conjure another malady for him to die from, “Are there- are there veela in our family?”

Mother went very quiet then put on one of her fake social smiles, “Oh well, you know the rumours that Malfoy line has veela heritage. It’s said that’s were their distinctive looks all come from. I’m fairly certain your grandmother Geneviève was a veela… or possibly your great-grandmother?”

“Another veela said I was one,” Draco said, his hands beginning to shake all over again, “I’ve been weak, running fevers… changing…”

Mother closed her eyes, and when she opened them, she couldn’t look at him.

“Mother?”

She did not answer him.

Draco pressed, “Mother, please.”

“…Bella once told me-” Mother said, her voice halting and terribly fragile, “I thought she was just being cruel, she was often cruel for no reason.”

Draco waited.

Mother took a deep breath, “She said I was a bastard. From a veela whore. That I was only kept around because I was still half Black.” A tear slipped down her cheek, and she quickly brushed it away.

“Mother…”

She shook her head, “They were so quick to marry me off, so pleased about the dowry the Malfoy’s offered even though they had always said the whole family was nothing but power-hungry upstarts.”

“And your hair,” Draco said quietly, “Blacks have dark hair.”

Mother nodded and whispered, “But aside from my colouring, I’ve never had any of the veelas… special traits. Draco, are you certain? Are you absolutely certain?”

“I- I….my hands… I had talons,” Draco said. I’m frightened, he wanted to say, but could no more say the words here than he had in the past.

Mother nodded faintly, biting her lip. “What can I do? Is there anything I can do?” she asked.

“I was told there are books on veela at Beauxbaton-”

“I’ll find you everything I can,” Mother said.

“And,” Draco hesitated, looking down at his hands, braced on the stone floor, “don’t tell father,” he whispered.

Mother glanced away looking stricken, “Draco… I couldn’t. You know he wouldn’t approve.”

“I know.” Draco felt a finger tap his shoulder and quickly blinked back the stinging ache in his eyes, “I have to go now, Mother.”

“Write me, tell me everything,” Mother said, “I’ll send whatever I can find.”

“I’ll write to you. Goodbye,” Draco said. He sat back on his heels and clumsily removed the muffling charm.

“Mr Malfoy, if you’re done, I have students to see to other than you,” Pomfrey said.

Draco sneezed from the ash as the flames died down. He slowly uncorked the potion she had given him and drank it down.

“Well?” Pomfrey said, tapping out an impatient rhythm with her foot.

“I…” Draco looked at nothing, his eyes refusing to focus. His throat grew tight, choking on the words.

“Mr Malfoy.”

Draco swallowed hard, “….can I tell you tomorrow? It can wait, can’t it?”

“Oh, it will certainly be sorted tomorrow,” Pomfrey said, shaking her head, “Get to bed. I’m sure you know your way by now.”

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Draco stared at the dark ceiling of the hospital wing. It was becoming an unfortunately common sight.

He shifted restlessly, the bed springs squeaking faintly under him. There was so much he didn’t know. There was so much he was frightened to know.

The door at the far end of the room eased open and shut with unnatural silence, followed by a lack of footsteps to follow and just an occasional rustle of fabric.

Draco waited, feeling a growing sense of calm as whoever it was approached. No. He knew. He had felt it enough times now. Potter taking off his invisibility cloak only confirmed Draco’s suspicions.

“What do you want?” Draco asked.

Potter hesitated, frowning and pulling at his hair, “You never said.”

“Said what?”

“If it was true, what I thought,” Potter said.

Draco’s eyes widened and he looked away.

“It was, wasn’t it,” Potter said.

Draco squeezed his eyes closed and nodded.

Potter conjured a chair, turning it around and sitting on it backwards so he could rest his arms across the top. His hair was loose and fell around his face in a riot of loose wavy curls. The faint light of the moon traced the planes of his face and painted the tips of his eyelashes white.

Draco shivered and pulled his blankets higher, “If you’ve known all this time-”

“It was more of a guess really,” Potter interrupted.

Draco narrowed his eyes, “How could you possibly guess something I- I didn’t-”

Potter shrugged, with an almost guilty look, “Just a feeling.”

“A feeling,” Draco repeated, mocking and resentful. “Fine. Then stay away from me.”

Potter frowned at him.

“You’re being affected by my allure,” Draco said nearly biting his own tongue, wanting to pull those words back from the open air.

Potter propped his chin on his arms, “Yeah. Should be fine, though. I can throw off an Imperius, and Fleur didn’t really affect me at all.”

“She hardly has any power,” Draco said and shivered, uncomfortable with the certainty of his knowledge. But he had felt her magic, he knew.

Potter rubbed his cheek on his arm, avoiding Draco’s gaze, “Fleur’s not my type is all.”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Draco said.

“I’ll go,” Potter said, though he didn’t move.

Draco knew it was a bad idea, but Potter made him feel calm for the first time all day.

Draco closed his eyes, unwilling to look at Potter as he asked, his voice hardly above a whisper, “Stay until I fall asleep?”

There was silence, filled only with their breathing.

“Alright,” Potter replied softly.

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