#dm x hp

[steampunkserpent27]

No More Ice Cream

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Nap rated: G CW: Veela Draco

Harry had just finished cooking dinner, when he stepped into the living room to tell Draco, only to find him sprawled out over the couch. He had one arm buried beneath his side, while the other was draped over his face, shielding his eyes from view. His wings were bent at an awkward angle, as they tried to avoid being crushed beneath him or against the cushions of the couch. He looked rather uncomfortable, as one leg was curled up against him, allowing the other to hang over the edge of the couch, his talons twitching, as he slept. Draco always took naps at the most inopportune of times. Still, he didn’t have the heart to wake him, as Draco was starting to snore, and he only snored when he was in a very deep sleep. Although, he was very sure Draco was going to be sore when he finally woke up, as he didn’t think his wings were meant to be in that position for very long. He would have moved them, but he didn’t think he could do so without waking him. There was a blanket lying in a crumpled heap beside the couch, which he assumed Draco had kicked off of himself. He picked it up and draped it over Draco, tucking it around his sides carefully. Draco inhaled sharply, before he mumbled, “No more ice cream.” He couldn’t help but smile, as he pressed a kiss against Draco’s forehead and then left him to sleep. 

[saintlupin]

Bold.

Harry liked colorfully vibrant things, nowadays. Bold patterns, loud colors, odd shapes twisted into something obscene; audacious. He painted each nail on his hands a different color, drawing funky designs on them with sharpie. He decorated himself in gold. Gold piercings, gold-rimmed glasses, a gold tooth–because he can, because he’s alive, alive and living and happy for it too. 

Sometimes Draco felt like he paled in comparison. Cloudy eyes, snow-white hair, muted trousers and a simple jumper. Why Harry ever dared to be his friend remained a mystery Draco was scared of unraveling. 

Harry was never shy, he said what he wanted. Proudly, clamorously, without fear of another’s opinion. Sometimes, it made Draco feel so light-headed he needed to take multiple deep breaths to settle his rapidly beating heart, lest it burst right there, in his chest, leaving him bleeding.  

“Why are you my friend?” 

Harry stopped in his tracks, turning slowly, making a show of himself in the way he always did. “Because, I like you.” The way he said it, like it was the simplest thing in the world, radiating enthusiasm, scared Draco. 

“But– but you could be friends with anyone. There are so many people far more interesting than me and –”

“No, I don’t think you’re understanding. I like you.”

Bold, smooth. That was Harry Potter in his shining glory. It didn’t help that the sunset was upon them, kissing Harry’s skin gold and painting a picture worthy of display at the Louvre. 

Without thought he said: “Well, why haven’t you asked me out, then?” Anxious, skeptical, hands shaking with nerves that shivered up and down his body. 

A pierced brow raised in question. “You want me to?” Harry smirked. That fucking smirk, Merlin. It made Draco feel so many things. Too many things. Boiling heat seeping into his skin, Draco hated how much he loved it–loved how much the hatred felt like a tension close to bursting. 

“All you have to do is ask, Malfoy.” 

“Well, I’d rather you do the asking.”

Harry laughed like a man who had seen death and chosen life instead. Harry was a man who had seen death and told it to wait. Undaunted in his skin, he had grown into himself beautifully. 

“Draco Malfoy, will you go on a date with me?” 

It was disorientating, the quickness of how they reached this moment. An incomprehensible reality unraveling, still, before him. The wind picked up and the scent of lavender filled his senses. A car rolling slowly past them, tickling Draco’s ears, reminding him that they’d been on their way to the corner store for some cans of beer to share at the park. 

Suddenly unfearing, Draco said, “I think we’re already on one.”

Harry’s face turned soft, a tender smile replaced his teasing bearing and he nodded his head slowly. “Yeah,” he said, voice deep and warm. “Yeah, you’re right, c’mon.” He held out a hand. 

Draco took it, assured and unshaken.

for @short666bread who inspired this after a convo about a harry unafraid to stand out

[catgriller]

Draco drags Harry back to Grimmauld Place after drinking too much at a pureblood ball. Though Harry jus passes out and Draco stares a little too long at his Auror ..friend…

[iamnmbr3]

So the pause between when he orders Draco to torture Rowle again and when he threatens him suggests that Draco actually hesitated to obey. Even though this isn't the first time this has happened he still either finds it difficult to bring himself to comply or else has difficulty getting the spell to work even under threat. Or quite likely both. And he presumably often suffers for it.

The other interesting thing here is that Draco himself later becomes guilty of exactly what Rowle is being punished for here - calling Voldemort only to tell him Harry Potter has escaped.

Which means when Harry is a prisoner at Malfoy Manor, Draco knows exactly what he is risking for himself and his family by not identifying Harry or Ron or Hermione and instead creating doubt and giving them a window to escape (and Draco knows how many tight situations Harry has gotten out of before; he knows in some place beyond the logic that tells him that Voldemort is inescapable that somehow if given just a little chance Harry Potter will find a way to slip through his fingers).

And when they do indeed enact their miraculous escape and Harry grabs his wand Draco struggles and then gives in rather than even trying to shoot a spell at him. Because he can't. He can't hurt Harry. Despite everything - everything he is risking, everything he has been taught, he can't do it. And he knows that horrible torture and very likely a grizzly death for himself and his family are the likely results. Because he's seen it before. He's helped carry it out.

I think Draco wants Voldemort finished. But I also think his actions stem from the fact that he believes in Harry so much. Because he loves him. Perhaps has been in love with him in a way almost as long as they've known each other even if he didn't dare admit it even to himself.

[threadingfate7]

i'm not sure if i'll ever finish this piece so i might as well post it now !! drarry in the 8th year common room <3

[babooshkart]

cowboys are frequently secretly fond of each other

happy birthday @nv-md 💕🤠💕

[grabowskibeepboop]

HOLY FORKING SHIRTBALLS HEAR ME OUT

Harry Potter isn't too fond of what his life became, so he goes back in time to "the glory days", aka before the story we know happened so he can relive it (not with a time turner, some other kind of time travel with different rules) and everything goes smoothly until the sorting ceremony, in which he first of all forgets to ask the sorting hat not to put him in slytherin, and the sorting hat also sees his character and how it's different so it's like "okay asshole, slytherin"

And so Harry's previous life drastically changes and at first he thinks for the worse, but slowly he realizes he really is great in slytherin, not to mention being close with Draco Malfoy is more appealing than he thought

(if I were to write this I would draw a lot of things from SuperCarlinBrother's if Harry was in slytherin series, exept the ships, they're crazy for that, also from If Draco killed Dumbledore because he was rlly badass in that and he makes a great inside man, that's what Harry said, anygays, I'll shut up now)

[chocfrog-enjoyer]

FAVOURITE SHIP FANART FRIDAY! #2

Another Friday, another ship ^^!

This time it’s Drarry, one of my first non-canon ships!

Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

[aerxvn]

♡ DRACO IS A ♡ ✨ B O T T O M ✨

[starlitsilvereyes]

Lick It Up

Written for @harryjamespotterweek's Day #1 Prompt: Body Worship | Rating: E | Warnings: PWP, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Praise Kink, Cock Worship | Read on Ao3

“You’re so good, Harry,” Draco says, hot breath fanning over the perspiration on Harry’s skin. “So good for me.” 

Draco sinks down to his knees, silver eyes blazing through Harry as pale, aristocratic hands rest on his hips, thumbing at the hipbone through his jeans. Draco’s movements are calculated: the slide of a finger under the leather of Harry’s belt, looping it through the metal buckle; shiny, perfectly manicured nails sliding under the waistband of Harry’s pants; Draco’s warm, silky tongue licking the underside of Harry’s weeping cock. 

“Fuck, Draco,” is all Harry can say, over and over again when Draco’s lips wrap around Harry’s cock, sliding him into Draco’s hot, velvety mouth. 

“I love your cock,” Draco says, pulling off to suck harder on Harry’s tip. “Love the way you fit in my mouth.” He takes Harry in deeper, teeth grazing ever so slightly on Harry’s skin, just the way Harry likes. 

Harry moans when his cock hits the back of Draco’s throat. The sight before him is so filthy and raw a part of him is almost ashamed. Almost. Draco’s eyes roll back when Harry pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper down Draco’s throat. He doesn’t choke on it, just taking it like he was made perfectly for Harry’s dick. Draco’s mouth is so hot and tight and smooth and perfect and– 

Saliva dribbles down Draco’s chin as he gets Harry wetter from root to tip. “Fuck my throat like how you would fuck my hole. Then come inside me. I want it Harry– I want you so bad. Want your come in my mouth. Want you to fill me up.” 

With that, Draco goes back to sucking Harry off like his life depends on it. He takes Harry even deeper, deeper than before and deeper than he’s ever gone. His throat tightens around Harry’s length, holds him there for a few seconds, then pulls off almost to the tip before going back down again. 

Harry is dizzy from the pleasure of it. He grasps the strands of Draco’s platinum blond hair for leverage, grip tightening as he fucks himself in Draco’s mouth as Draco wished. “God, Draco, you’re so perfect– so fucking good for me–” 

And then Harry’s coming with a cry, Draco’s name spilling from his tongue like heavenly sin and Draco just takes it. Takes all of it and sucks Harry harder through his orgasm and swallows all of Harry’s come, licking him until there’s nothing left.

Draco pulls off with a pop, lips red and swollen. “Good?” He has the nerve to ask.

Harry only kneels down to his level and takes Draco’s mouth with his, tasting himself on Draco’s tongue.  

[into-the-midst]

Within the Hollow Crown: Chapter 20

Read here! Summary: Lucius failed at the Ministry, and Draco is sent to Hogwarts with a cryptic warning that he will be tasked with an unknown mission. He expects to spend his sixth year on prefect rounds with Pansy and finally beating Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. He never expected his new roommate to be Voldemort himself, or that Voldemort's obsession with trophies would apply to him.

A canon-divergence of HBP, told from the perspective of Voldemort, Draco, and Harry.

Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Disordered Eating, Psychological Horror, ultra slowburn, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy

[steampunkserpent27]

Formal Dinner

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Snail Mail rated: G CW: Oblivious/In Denial Harry “Tell me again why Draco Malfoy has been sending you letters through the muggle post?” Ron asked, staring at him as if he were insane. “Well, the owls would draw too much attention and–” “I don’t care about the bloody means of communication. Why is he sending you letters?” He ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of why Ron was making such a big deal about it. “Mainly to talk about work stuff.” “Work stuff?” “Yeah, sometimes we work on projects together.” Ron nodded. “Okay. That is the only legitimate reason you have given me so far.” “Why are the others not?” He still didn’t know what Ron was trying to get at. It wasn’t like the letters meant anything. They just enjoyed talking outside of work, that was all. “Him sending you a letter to tell you that you did a good job on your assignment is not a legitimate reason, Harry. Neither is him sending you a letter to wish you well soon, when you miss a day of work. And him sending you a letter to talk about his favorite restaurant to eat at is not a valid reason either, Harry.” Ron was staring at him, waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t see what the problem is. We’re just talking.” Ron dropped his face into his hands. “It’s not that it’s a problem. But you’re sending bloody letters to Draco sodding Malfoy, and you don’t even realize how far gone you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re hopeless, is what it means.” He didn’t know what Ron’s problem was. They were just friends, that was all. Good friends that had been discussing going to dinner together that Saturday night. It wasn’t a romantic dinner, it was a formal, work dinner, very professional. Ron would see.

[saintlupin]

learning how to (love someone)

cw: implied ed, slight mentions of canonical abuse

Sometimes, Harry cried at the oddest of moments. Draco could never predict them, but they always came at him faster than lightning. These moments were fleeting in nature and squeezed at Draco’s chest in a way that made breathing feel impossible, if only for a fraction of a second. 

“When you're hungry, you should eat.” Draco had said once, because Harry kept talking about being hungry but didn’t seem to be doing anything about it and it was confusing Draco. If he was allowed to be honest, it annoyed him just a bit. 

Harry turned to him, confusion painting his face. As his face contorted, his eyes began to swell with tears that would not fall. Draco was so taken aback, he hadn’t known what to say. He thought about it for a really long time after, though. 

There were things that made sense, like when Harry cried during father-son moments while watching movies. Their other friends would worry when they saw the far away look on Harry’s face, after, concerned by his somberly distant expression. Draco didn’t worry. Sometimes, Harry just needed to be quiet. Draco never minded the silence, nowadays. 

Then, there were things that didn’t make sense to Draco for a long time. Like when Harry would hide in the cupboard under the stairs after a really bad day. He never closed the door, but he would go inside, crouched in on himself, and have a good cry–the ones where there’s snot coming out of your nose and your eyes get all puffy and red. 

The first time that happened, Draco felt so completely off kilter he didn’t know what to do and that scared him. It scared him so much he went into the kitchen to get some water from the pitcher but couldn’t even get it into the glass because of how badly his hands were shaking. 

Draco read any book he could find on trauma after that day, trying to understand what might lead someone to seek comfort in such a confined space. It happened a few more times before Draco worked up the courage to sit down right outside the cupboard with his knees to his chest and ask: “Can I give you a hug?” 

Harry had been looking away, body shaking, but when Draco asked what seemed to him a simple question, Harry’s head had snapped up and looked at him with wide eyes. Harry’d slowly come out of the cupboard and made his way into Draco’s open arms. Turns out, Harry needed a hug on his worst days. The type of hug that was more squeeze than embrace. The kind of hug that made him feel safe. 

For a long time, Harry didn’t talk about these things. Until one day, he did. It was always in bits and pieces. Like a scavenger hunt, Draco had to put together clues to come to the proper conclusions. 

Harry didn’t get to eat much as a kid.

Harry missed his parents, even if he never really met them. Even the people who weren’t parents but filled up the ache of longing in his chest all the same. 

Harry was forced into a cupboard as a child. 

Well kept secrets given like shameful truths in between sentences. 

Loving someone meant holding onto their secrets for them. 

Draco did his best.

A meal, warm and ready, instead of a reminder. 

A box of tissues and a cuddle on the sofa. 

A tight hug, with whispered words of shh, love, I’ve got you. 

A promise, well kept.

[saiilorstars]

Ch. 30: Break-out

Fandom: Harry Potter (Hogwarts years 1-7) Pairing: Draco x OFC

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The next time Harry knew anything, he was flanked by two girls on either side of him. It took him several minutes to figure out he was in a hospital wing bed and that both Hermione and Romina were scared out of their minds for him. Ron was on the bed right next to him with his foot bandaged up.

"You shouldn't have run off like that," Romina said with a relieved sigh. They'd been waiting anxiously waiting for him to wake up. "You were lucky the dementors didn't get you! Stupid!" She smacked his arm, ignoring Hermione's reprimand.

Dementors! Harry snapped upright on the bed. Everything was coming back to him now. The lake, the dementor, Sirus... "I saw my Dad!"

Romina, Hermione and Ron exchanged similar puzzled looks. They hadn't really known what happened down at the lake. Professor Snape would not tell them a single word except for the fact they all had detention until they graduated — if they weren't suspended first, of course.

"He sent the Dementors away…" Harry went on, not really noticing the faces of his friends, "I saw him. Across the lake…"

Everybody wanted to tell Harry that he probably just imagined it after everything, but they didn't have the heart. He seemed so animated about the idea that it seemed cruel to take it away from him. Plus, there were more pressing matters at the moment.

"Listen, Harry," Hermione inched closer to his bedside, "They've captured Sirius. Any minute the Dementors are going to perform the Kiss."

"The Kiss...?" Harry said slowly, confused.

Romina felt awful having to explain it, especially now that they knew Sirus was a completely innocent man. "It's the Dementors' biggest ability. Their most terrible act, really. They clamp their jaws over the victim's mouth and...suck out his soul." She wasn't proud of why she knew exact detail either. She'd known it even before Hogwarts explained it to them. She was guilty of asking her aunt and uncle about the place where Elora and Caplan were imprisoned and how they were kept there. She only learned of the Dementors and their abilities after badgering her uncle for answers. In her darkest moments, she was guilty of wondering why the Dementors hadn't applied the Kiss to the imprisoned Oswells already.

Harry had a very small moment to be horrified before Dumbledore entered the wing. Hermione didn't waste a second in telling him they had the wrong man captive.

"It's Scabbers who did it!" Ron's input didn't exactly help them make a strong case in the beginning.

Dumbledore sent the redhead an odd, slightly concerned, look. "Scabbers?"

"My rat, sir. Only he's not really Well, he was a rat. You a rat. See, he used to be my brother Percy's but he got an owl—"

"Ron, stop talking," Romina waved him off before they were all declared insane because of him. "What we're trying to say, sir, is that we know the truth. You need to believe us here. Sirius Black is not the man we thought he was. He's innocent. He's being framed!"

"I do," Dumbledore surprised them all, "But I'm sorry to say the word of four thirteen-year-old wizards will convince few others. A child's voice, however honest and true, is meaningless to those who have forgotten how to listen. Mysterious thing, time. Powerful. And, when meddled with… dangerous. Sirius Black is in the topmost cell of the Dark Tower." Hermione straightened when Dumbledore's gaze landed on her. "You know the laws, Miss Granger. You must not be seen. And you would, I feel, do well to return before this last chime. If not... well, the consequences are really too ghastly to discuss. Three turns should do it, I think. If you succeed, more than one innocent life may be spared tonight. By the way, when in doubt, I find retracing my steps to be a wise place to begin…"

Romina, Harry and Ron watched the Headmaster leave with the same dumbfounded faces.

"What the hell?" Romina said in the end. "I rarely understand what that man says but did anyone else get that this time?"

"Nope," Ron said flatly. "What in bloody hell was all that about?"

Harry was getting out of bed when he noticed Hermione was tinkering with a necklace around her neck. "What are you doing?" His question made Romina turn around to see the same thing.

Hermione reached for Romina and Harry, slipping the chain of her necklace over their heads. "Sorry, Ron. But seeing as you can't walk…"

"What?" Ron's one-worded response was the last thing Harry and Romina heard before things got...weird.

Everything around them became blurred. Things spun and Romina felt like she might be losing it the quicker things got. When it finally stopped, it was daytime out.

"What just happened!?" Harry spun around the room that was now completely empty. "And where's Ron!?"

Because Ron was not in his bed either.

"And why is it day time?" Romina whispered, her eyes glued to the shiny windows.

Hermione paid their questions no attention. "Seven-thirty. Where were we at seven-thirty?"

"Huh? Dunno... going to Hagrid's?" Harry glanced at Romina to see what she thought, or remembered. The girl shrugged her shoulders.

Hermione grabbed both their arms and ran out the hospital wing. "We can't be seen!" She warned them.

"Be seen?" Romina said incredulously on their run. "You really think I want people to see me like this!?" She made a gesture to her uneven choppy hair that Hermione left her with.

"Hermione, what is going on!?" Harry started demanding again and soon Romina was too.

It was a god-right talent of Hermione's to be able to ignore the repetitive questions about what was going on. She didn't say anything all the way down to the monoliths, right where they had been before Buckbeak's execution. The only reason the questions stopped was because Romina and Harry seen the impossible: themselves.

Well, all Romina saw were them having what she assumed was a spectacular disagreement with Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. "What is this?" she whispered to Hermione. "How are we...what?" She was tired. So, so tired.

Hermione finally held up her chain to show them the hourglass pendant at bottom. "This is a Time-Turner. McGonagall gave it to me first term. This is how I've been getting to my lessons all year."

"You mean, we've gone back in time?" Harry's widened. "This whole time!?"

"You pulled a Back to the Future," Romina chuckled. "You know, in reverse!" Her smile soon dropped when she thought about what Hermione had said. "Hey wait a minute, that's not fair!"

"Romina," Harry said wearily. This was really not the time to discuss about what was fair and what wasn't.

Romina didn't agree. "What? It's not! Look, Hermione you are stupid smart but that time-turner thingy gives you an unfair advantage over the rest of us! Your grades will be excellent because you got a chance at all of the class!"

"I didn't get it so easily, Romina," said Hermione defensively. "And I didn't ask for it either. Like I said, I got it from Professor McGonagall on our first day back. She made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone. She had to write all sorts of letters to the Ministry of Magic so I could have one. She had to tell them that I was a model student, and that I'd never, ever use it for anything except my studies..."

"Seriously unfair," Romina reiterated. "But whatever. So what are we supposed to do now?"

"Well..." Hermione looked around, unsure, "Dumbledore wanted us to return to this moment. Clearly something happened that he wants us to change."

They heard a distinctive smack in the distance. Draco had landed against the monolith with a bloody nose.

"Huh," Romina cocked her head, "So that's what happened."

"Nice punch," Harry said with nothing but admiration for Hermione.

Hermione smiled rather proudly. She still couldn't believe she did that. She stiffened, however, when Draco and his cronies started coming their way. "Oh no! Malfoy's coming! C'mon!" She pulled Harry and Romina with her to hide while they passed.

"Oh wait…" Romina said once something struck her, "We should go the other—"

"Shh!" Hermione clamped a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. Romina's eyes narrowed on the brunette. She wasn't liking today at all!

"Argh! Watch it—Oswell!"

Romina pushed Hermione's hand off her and then hissed: "That's what I was trying to tell you! Now I'm here too! And we're wasting time!"

"We have to wait it out," Hermione hissed right back. "Nobody can see us."

"Rom, what the hell are you doing?" Harry had been far more preoccupied watching Romina from three hours ago having a small conversation with Draco.

Romina watched the moment in which her past self realigned Draco's nose with a hard push. "Well...I was fixing his damn nose, don't you see?"

"Yes, why?" said Harry irritably. "He deserved it."

"No quarrels there."

Harry threw her a look.

"What?" Romina frowned.

Hermione suddenly wished she wasn't in-between them.

"Wait a minute," Harry paused all of a sudden, "I thought you said you were talking to Diggory and that's why it took you longer to catch up with us."

Romina's eyebrows raised. Yup, that is what she had said. "Um…well, I was...at one point..."

Hermione really wished she wasn't in the middle right now.

Harry was outright horrified to see Romina and Draco impossibly close all of a sudden. Then, Romina was touching Draco's face. "Rom…"

Romina's eyes had widened with both fear and embarrassment. The warmth blossoming over her face didn't help. "So...it's not what it looks like…I was just...you see, his nose and..."

Harry turned his head slightly at her, his eyes blazing with disbelief and anger. "Seriously? Right now it looks like you and Malfoy are staring into each other's eyes!"

"I wasn't…" Romina laughed lightly out of sheer nerves, "His nose—I was trying to fix it! I told you!"

"He deserved it!"

"Again, not arguing that he didn't! But, c'mon, that was all I did!"

"Really? Cos you're still staring at each other!"

"Shhhh!" Hermione had enough and put her hands on either side of her. "They're going to hear us!"

"Oh, well, far be it from me to ruin their moment!" Harry exclaimed.

"I don't think this should be our priority right now!" Romina argued. She snuck a look, however, to her past self and saw that Harry was indeed right. Had she really stared at Draco so much? To be fair, he was staring right back at her. And her hands—they were definitely touching his nose. And he allowed it. He must have not thought bad of it because he never even asked her to stop.

The heat on her cheeks got worse.

"Romina, I cannot believe—"

"Oh my god — shhh!" Hermione cut in again to keep them from arguing out loud and getting them caught. She wouldn't deny that the scene before them was quite troubling but they had more pressing matters right now. She thanked the heavens when the past versions of Romina and Draco started going back and forth again. She wouldn't put it behind Harry to forget about the rules and march over there to tear Romina away from Draco.

"I'm going to get her back," Draco was warning Romina.

"No you're not because then I'll break your nose again," Romina promptly said back. She flashed him a smile and moved around him.

Hermione glanced at Romina with a small smile. "Thanks for that."

"Course," Romina bumped shoulders with her. "If he ever asks for it again, break his nose."

Harry was the only one not remotely amused with the scene and the entire situation for that matter. Romina could still feel his burning look and she did not like it one bit. She coughed awkwardly and happened to look back down to Hagrid's hut. "Oh hey, Buckbeak's still alive." She had it said mostly to get things moving but Hermione clung to it with a gasp.

"Of course! Of course! Remember what Dumbledore said. If we succeed, more than one innocent life could be spared!"

"Buckbeak? But... how will saving Buckbeak help Sirius?"

"We'll see!" Hermione shrugged. As soon as the coast was clear, she led the way down for the hut.

~ 0 ~

Getting Buckbeak to follow them out of the pumpkin patch had been an interesting task but not impossible. From their hiding spot behind the trees, they witnessed their past versions, save for Romina who didn't show up on time, sneak out of Hagrid's hut through the backdoor before they could be spotted by the adults. From there, the trio and Buckbeak were forced to retreat further into the forest.

"Now what?" Harry called once they found a safe spot to rest.

"We save Sirius," Hermione responded like it should've been obvious that it was their next move.

"Great, how do we do that?" Romina promptly asked her.

Hermione bit on her bottom lip. "I have no idea."

That was promising, alright. As night grew closer, they had to move closer to their past selves near the Whomping Willow. It was the only way to hopefully interject and save Sirius. They had already seen Ron get dragged in by Sirius, then themselves getting swung around by the Whomping Willow, and finally Lupin showed up.

They spotted their professor coming up to the tree carefully and as was its nature, the tree began to thrash when Lupin drew too close. However, the professor grabbed a broken branch from the ground and easily froze the tree's movements by poking a knot on its trunk.

Romina's mouth fell open at the sight. "You're telling me I could've avoided this!?" Her hand flapped at her choppy hair.

"Wait until Fred and George hear about this," Harry remarked. For a moment, they shared a light laugh. The twins would surely take advantage of that trick.

A moment later, they witnessed Snape following through the same gap. They then prepared themselves for the wait until the group would come out of the gap.

"You know…" Harry started in the midst of their silence, "Before...down in the lake, when I was with Sirius, I did see someone... that someone made the Dementors go away…"

"With a Patronus," Hermione finished and startled him with her knowledge. "We heard Snape telling Dumbledore when we were taken to the hospital. According to him, only a really powerful wizard could have conjured it."

"It was my Dad," Harry said without the faintest of doubts. "It was my Dad who conjured the Patronus."

"But Harry, how?" Romina softly asked him. "He's…"

"I know," Harry nodded, "But I'm just telling you what I saw."

Eyes can be deceiving, thought Romina. She just didn't want to press Harry about it anymore. She felt like she didn't have much of a right to talk about them considering what Elora and Caplan did.

"Here we come," Hermione nudged Harry who then prompted Romina to look forwards.

They watched what they did which, unfortunately, was a little slow.

"You see Sirius talking to me?" Harry asked the pair. "He's asking me to come live with him."

"Really?" Hermione blinked.

"When we free him, I'll never have to go back to the Dursley's. I'm going to tell him I'd like to live someplace in the country," Harry said, eyes filling with excitement the more thought he put into the idea. "I think he'd like that, after all those years in Azkaban. We don't need a big place and I can help him…"

"I think that'll be wonderful, Harry," Romina smiled softly at him. If anybody deserved that kind of life, it was Harry.

When they heard the howl, they knew that things were about to begin.

"Lupin's transformed," Hermione said.

"Which means Pettigrew is slipping safely into the night. While we just stand here…" Harry muttered. For cautionary reasons, both Hermione and Romina held onto his arms. He just couldn't run towards the scene no matter what.

They witnessed the fight between the wolf and dog and even when Harry from the past interjected. Since the wolf was now gaining on Harry, Hermioen decided to act out a wolf howl.

"Hermione!" Romina hissed after the brunette's second howl. "You can't do that!"

"Why not? I'm saving his life!" Hermione continued to howl like a wolf.

"Yeah, thanks, but now we have to run for it!" Romina flapped a hand forwards. The wolf had caught onto the howl and was coming to the source.

"Yeeeah," Harry said, patting Hermione's arm as gratitude for saving his life despite now facing danger.

"Didn't think about that—go!" Hermione exclaimed.

The trio ran for their lives as the werewolf gained on them. They had to take refuge behind a tree in hopes that it would pass them by instead.

"Where's Buckbeak?" Romina's eyes wandered through the dark forest. They had just run without even remembering the enormous creature they'd saved.

"We've got to find him," Hermione said, deciding to leave their hiding spot.

Big mistake.

Three steps away from the tree and now they had the wolf a couple inches from them. Just as it prepared to launch itself at them, Buckbeak came charging into the clearing. It took the wolf into a fight.

Hermione winced after one particular scratch Buckbeak landed on the wolf. "Poor Professor Lupin is having a really tough night…"

Suddenly, the air gained a chilly tinge to it. The leaves around them rustled with the sudden pick of the wind. When the trio looked up, they saw shadows flying in the sky.

"The dementors!" Harry said, memories of the lake flashing in his head. He led the way to the lake, which turned out to be right across from where his past self and Sirius were.

The past Harry was desperately trying to conjure up a Patronus against the imminent dementors.

The current Harry held onto his faith because he knew what would eventually happen. "Don't worry. My Dad will come... Right there... you'll see... he'll come... any minute... he'll conjure the Patronus…"

But nothing was happening.

"No one's coming, Harry…" Hermione tried to say but Harry was adamant.

"HE WILL! He will come!"

Romina couldn't take the scene ahead of them. Harry's Patronus wasn't showing up no matter how many times he tried. "You're dying over there," she said, "You and Sirius...no one's coming."

Harry's face hardened. It had to be wrong. Someone had come, they did. It was how he survived. Before he knew it, before either girl knew it, he had gotten up from their hiding spot and ran forwards.

"Harry, no!" Hermione cried with horror.

Harry ignored her and ran as fast as he could. He brandished his wan forwards and with the biggest scream of his life, he went: "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

Silver emanated from his wand to envelope the entire lake. Dementors were thrown back before they disappeared completely.

~ 0 ~

Harry was filled with exhilaration on their ride back to the castle. Buckbeak had them soaring through the sky at amazing speed. "You guys were right! It wasn't my dad I saw earlier. It was... me. I saw myself conjuring the Patronus before. I knew I could do it this time, because...because I'd already done it. Does that make sense?"

"It's a time loop!" Romina laughed. "Wizard's edition! Right, Hermione?"

Hermione wasn't listening to anything right now. Her heart was pounding with the horrific flying and she let out a huge scream when Buckbeak plunged down. They came straight to the cell in which Sirius was being kept in the meantime. Once Hermione was on actual ground, she remembered everything. With confidence, she found a way to release Sirius from the cell.

"Remind me to stay on her good side," Romina whispered to Harry after the cell door went flying with an exploding spell.

From there, they took Sirius away before anyone came. They couldn't risk doing goodbyes there with the impending sentencing. They landed in another part of the castle.

"I'll be forever grateful for this," Sirius said as he helped Hermione get off Buckbeak, "To all three of you," he added, giving Romina a particular look.

She perked up. "Thanks. And...I know it's worth nothing but I'm sorry for, um—" she swallowed hard, "—what my — what Elora and Caplan did to you."

Sirius could see just how much it meant to her to be able to apologize. He acknowledged the apology with a nod first, then smiled. "Thank you, but it wasn't your fault. You don't have to feel guilt about what your family does. Believe me, I know what that's like. You may share the name but that means nothing in comparison to what you do with your life."

Romina softened at his words but after a moment, she wondered what he meant when he said he could understand her. Before she could think of asking, Harry moved up to Sirius.

"I want to go with you," he said.

Sirius expected as much. "One day perhaps. For some time...life will be too... unpredictable. Besides, you're meant to be here." He clapped Harry on the shoulder and bent down enough to be on the same eye-level. "But promise me something, Harry."

"Anything."

"Trust yourself. No matter the challenges you face - and I fear they will be many - you'll be surprised how many times you can find the answers...here." Sirius gave a light tap over Harry's heart, making the boy smile.

The trio watched him make his escape on Buckbeak through the sky. They would've stayed there had they not heard the loud ding of the clock tower.

"We have to go!" Hermione said, jumping into the lead.

It was a whirlwind making it back to where they started: the nightwing. They reached the doors just as Dumbledore was exiting the room.

"Well?" he stared at the trio.

All out of breath, Harry managed to give a response. "He's free—Sirius. We-we did it!"

"Did what?" Dumbledore said innocently as they rushed in so he could lock the doors.

Romina barely held her laughter in when they were finally closed into the room, just barely catching a glimpse of herself, Harry and Hermione disappearing inside. Poor Ron was left wide eyed and terribly confused when the trio walked in.

"How'd you two get over there? I was just talking to you... over there!" He was a stuttering mess which just made them laugh.

"Honestly Ron, how could we be in two places at the same time?" Hermione had the nerve to say, causing a whole new round of laughter amongst them.

Madam Pomfrey strode out of her office demanding what the noise was all about. She was happy that the adults were leaving because, as she said, she was finally allowed to look after her patients.

She sat Romina, Harry and Hermione down and gave them pieces of chocolate to eat. She stood right in front of them making sure they ate all of it. Then, she took Romina to a separate bed and finally got to her hair.

"What in god's name were you doing when this happened?" she gave a light tug at one of the ends of Romina's hair.

Hermione flushed and ate her chocolate with her head down. It didn't help that Ron was also curious because the last time he knew, Romina's hair was still long as ever with brilliant red streaks.

"I, um, accident...in all the mess..." Romina muttered, "But can you fix it?" She looked up hopefully at Madame Pomfrey. "I really don't want people to see me like this. They already talk about me enough. I'll be the laughing stock of everyone."

"Yes, yes, of course I can fix it," Madame Pomfrey patted the girl's shoulder. "But I won't be able to recreate the, uh..." she pointed at one of the strands that still had a bit of shiny red.

"That's okay," Romina said, "I, um, I think I'm done with the ombre style. I just want my old hair back now."

"Well then, that should be no problem at all." Madame Pomfrey headed into her storage cabinets for what she needed.

"I really am sorry," Hermione whispered to Romina.

"You did that to her?" Ron's eyes widened when he heard. "Blimey, what'd she ever do to you?"

"Cut it out, Ron," Romina said promptly. She reached up to the tips of her hair. "I think it's what I needed. Tough love."

"Why did you change it so much anyways?" Ron asked, ignoring the looks from Hermione and Harry.

"Because I was dumb," Romina said with a watery smile. "Because I thought if I changed my hair I would look less like the woman who birthed me."

"Your mum?"

"She's not my mother," Romina retorted with a hard voice. "I do not have parents. I utterly refuse to ever call them my parents ever again."

"That's your choice, Rom, but you're not like them. Not even close," Harry said with a soft smile. "So I think that you should start leaving your hair — and everything else about you — just the way it is. You're Romina. Nothing more, nothing less."

Romina nodded fervently, fully intending on believing it this time. She was more than happy when Madam Pomfrey returned with a potion for her. She did have to confess that she had changed her hair on her own using transfiguration.

"Well, I've never...heard of such a thing," Madam Pomfrey said, "While I'm sure Minerva will be immensely proud to hear this, I don't condone this usage of transfiguration. You are much too young and you could seriously injure yourself if anything goes wrong. You are not to use that again, do you understand?"

"Yes, ma'am," Romina nodded obediently.

"Honestly, you remind me a lot of your uncle," Madame Pomfrey muttered as she got to work.

"Uncle Lyonel?" Romina mused at the idea of his uncle being a troublemaker like her.

"No, no, the other one," Madame Pomfrey said as gave Romina the potion to drink.

"Other one? What other—"

"Drink!"

Romina quickly did as told and drank it all down. It wasn't the most delightful of tastes but if it was what she needed to get her hair back to normal, so be it. In a few minutes, she felt the tips of her hair begin to grow again, to and past her shoulders. After a bit of touch-up from Madame Pomfrey's wand, it was more or less back to the length she had it long ago. Madame Pomfrey offered Romina a mirror so she could see for herself.

"Wow..." Romina gripped the sides of the mirror as she stared at her reflection. "It feels like...like forever since I've been...just me."

"You look wonderful," Hermione said with a wide smile. "And I can help you brush out the knots and we can put this nice tonic that I put on my hair and — we'll just make a whole day out of it!"

Romina suspected it was Hermione's guilt speaking again. She still laughed. "I'd like that."

[threadingfate7]

He circled Draco, suddenly lost in the house he’d mapped so well as he made excuses to get close: refreshing Draco’s drink for the opportunity to see Draco react to the ghost of their fingers touching, referring Arthur to him during a discussion about Muggle technology so he could listen to Draco’s quietly-assured speech patterns, fetching Fearful at the first mention of him. Almost sick with jealousy when the little snake slithered up Draco’s arm and curled around his bare neck, making Draco laugh, or when anyone else did, or when Draco smiled at anyone who wasn't him. Feeling shaped around Draco’s presence, and blank when he got pulled away, and overheated when Draco’s gaze sought him again. - That Old Black Magic (Chapter 5) by bixgirl1

[katcoquette]

Forever

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: when draco betrays you and your friends, your relationship ends. after the war you show him the wonders of the muggle world, and attempt to find your way back to each other.

Word Count: ~2k

Requested: Yes! By Anon

A/N: enjoy friends.

It’d always been the four of you, Hermione, Y/N, Ron, and Harry. The Golden Quartet, that’s what the rest of your house had nicknamed you after your first year at Hogwarts.

You all got along really well with each other, aside from a few squabbles here and there. The only serious fight your group had ever gotten in was over your boyfriend. Draco Malfoy. It hadn’t gone over well when you first told Harry you were dating his rival, but they grew to accept it, or, at least, tolerate it. Especially when they saw how happy you were the whole summer after your fourth year. Now it was your fifth year, and your group was starting to feel the pressure to protect your school from Voldemort’s growing army.

Which is why Hermione had come up with the idea to start Dumbledore’s army. Harry would lead it, and you would oversee recruiting students you felt would be a good fit, and even more importantly, be able to keep it a secret. It went well for a while, until Umbridge burst through the wall with the Inquisitorial Squad, and your boyfriend, who was gripping Cho Chang’s shoulder. The smirk on his face faded when he saw that you were also standing in the room.

When you finally escape Umbridge’s office, you find him waiting in the hall for you. You attempt to walk right past where he’s leaning against the column. He rushes to follow you. “Y/N, wait up!”

“You’re infuriating.” You barely stop moving to tell him off, “How could you do something like that?”

“I didn’t know it was your secret meeting!”

“But you knew Harry was involved! And Hermione, and Ron… why would you think I wouldn’t be there too?” You hiss at him, grabbing his arm to pull him a little further from the group. “Gods Draco, don’t you understand how serious this is becoming?” His face doesn’t change, and if he did know anything from his family, he didn’t show it. You sigh, exasperated. “Maybe this isn’t working anymore.”

“What are you talking about?” He holds your elbow, a scowl forming on his lips.

“I mean-“ You remove your arm from his hold. “I can’t trust you anymore. And I think staying with you would put everyone else I care about at risk.” You pause. “And I don’t think I’m willing to do that.” You wrap your arms around yourself and look down, missing Draco’s heart breaking in front of you. You bring your eyes back to him when you hear him sniff, but his face has hardened.

“If that’s what you want. I’m not going to stop you.” He says monotonously. “Better get back to Umbridge. Lots of punishing to do.” He sneers, walking past you.

You successfully avoided each other for the rest of the school year, aside from you almost being killed by his father, which you doubted he knew about. It hurt, and you had some regrets about it, especially once you returned for your 6th year. Draco had changed, you knew he had, and you knew why too. Though Hermione and Ron thought he was wrong for thinking so, you knew Harry was right. Draco had to have been a death eater now. You kept an eye on him from afar, still trying to help him in any ways you could think of, without him ever knowing. The only time you got close was after he ended up in the infirmary thanks to Harry. After that, you stopped seeing him around the castle. The next time you saw him was when he was helping your quartet escape the dungeons of his home, the next, at the Battle for Hogwarts.

And then after that, in your muggle home, with the rest of your family, Snape, and the Malfoys.

“They’re what?” You stared at your parents, completely dumbfounded by the news they had just shared. The Malfoys, coming to stay at your house. “We have more than enough room, Y/N, and they need a place to hide out. Where better than in a muggle safehouse?” Snape had been arranging guests in and out of your house for months since the war, making sure the last death eaters couldn’t hurt anyone else. And now, that included your ex-boyfriend and his notoriously judgmental parents, who, last you checked, had never approved of your relationship. Oh, and one of them had tried to murder you. Great.

It made you anxious to see him again. It’d only been a few months since you’d seen him walk to his parents’ sides, and that sight had pained your heart so badly you snuck away for a few minutes to catch your breath. When you returned, he was gone, and all hell had broken loose. You hadn’t spoken more than two words to each other, literally, since your breakup.

It was an awkward reunion, but it was cordial. It was strange to see them ‘reformed’ and you weren’t sure if you could actually trust them, but a part of you would always trust Draco. His parents weren’t outright snobby, you figured they appreciated the safety, but you kept your distance. Draco kept his distance also, at least for the first few days.

You had a bathrobe on and freshly wet hair when you walked out of the bathroom on the second floor and crashed right into Draco. You would’ve easily slipped and fallen on your ass if he hadn’t of caught you before you could. When you notice how close you are to each other, you clear your throat and you both step back. An awkward moment of silence passes, and then you give him a shy smile, gesturing to the bathroom, “All yours!” and scurry away.

You share awkward smiles when you see each other after that, even exchanging in small talk occasionally. It was getting harder for you to ignore each other living in the same house, especially at dinner. You and Draco seemed to be on the same schedule, and often found each other in the kitchen.

One evening, you walked in on him attempting to work the air fryer. You stand leaning against the wall just watching him, amused, until he sighs in frustration and turns around.

“How long have you been standing there?” You push off the wall and smirk.

“Long enough to see you be beat by a kitchen appliance.” You cross the kitchen and stand next to him, pushing his hands off the control panel that he had starting fiddling with again.

“How are you supposed to know the temperature of the item?” He’s grumbling again. You glance at what’s inside and press a single button, starting the preset, then look at him with another smirk. As you turn around to lean back against the counter, the fryer starts up.

He looks dumbfounded for a single second, until you both realize simultaneously how close you are to each other. Thighs almost touching, you attempt to ease the tension.

“…easy” You mutter. That gets him to crack a smile. After a beat, he hesitantly brings his hand up to cradle your face.

“I’ve missed you, Y/N.” You lean into his palm, and in a surge of confidence, you put a hand on his side a pull him so he’s standing in front of you, and closer.

“I’ve missed you too.” You’re both whispering, you can’t help it. The moment feels almost sacred.

You tilt your head, the hesitation evident in both of your movements as you move toward his lips. When they finally meet, you feel like you’d been missing a piece of your heart in the years since you’d last kissed. The beeping of the air fryer causes you to jump away from him startled.

“Um…I’ll leave you to it!”

You try to move past him, but he grabs your arm, cocking an eyebrow.

“Are you seriously trying to leave after that?”

You start to protest but he interrupts you- “Stay.” It’s a simple request, but it changes the course of your entire life.

You sigh into the phone a week later. “I don’t know ‘Mione, it’s been years yes, but he just seems… lighter. Does that make sense? Like he doesn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders.”

“Thanks to us.” You scoff from your position on your bed, laying on your back with your head hanging off the side, the telephone cord twirled around your fingers. “Just a joke! But in all seriousness, I don’t see what’s stopping you. I mean it’s been what- 2-3 years since you dated? You’re both immensely different people.”

You let out another sigh and bite your lip, conveniently leaving out the part where you had already kissed. “You’re right. It’d be different now, wouldn’t it?”

“Of course! You’ve both grown up a lot and-“ You pull the phone from your ear and sit up, still faintly hearing Hermione continue, but focusing on the quiet knocks coming from the other side of your door. “Y/N?”

“Come in!” Draco peeks his head into the room before pushing the door open fully and then closing it behind him. “I gotta go, ‘Mione, say hi to Ronald!”

“Wait what? Is that him? Did he seriously just walk in-“ You slam the phone down to end the call and then turn to Draco.

“Hey.” You smile at him.

“Hey.” He sits down next to you on the bed. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt…whatever you were doing.” He vaguely gestures to the phone. “Oh! No, I was just talking to Hermione. It’s no interruption.”

“Ah right. All the amazing muggle inventions.” You roll your eyes playfully. “Come on, you’ve got to admit it’s pretty cool. Don’t have to wait for an owl, and you can hear each other’s voices.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He shifts from his place. “You know I think this world is growing on my parents. I think they like being in a place where no one knows who we are.” He gives you a small smile. “I’ve liked being here too.”

You jab his side playfully, “Could that have something to do with our kitchen kiss?” You tease.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you to his chest, acting like he’s going to wrestle you down.

“Maybe…” You look at him as your laughter fades.

“I haven’t seen you like this in a while.” You admit, almost regretting it when the air shifts serious. But then he’s smiling softly, keeping his arms around you.

“That’s because I’ve been missing the source of my happiness.” Your heart soars. “I meant what I said then. I’ve missed you, everything about you, and it almost killed me to be without you.”

He takes a deep breath. You shift so you’re sitting up again, and take his hands in yours, rubbing the back of his hands comfortingly.

“I was in a really dark place.” He meets your gaze, eyes watering. “It felt completely hopeless.” He squeezes your hands.

“And then you four saved us all. And I never thanked you for that. I don’t know who I would be if it wasn’t for you. Truly.” Tears are falling from your eyes as you listen to him, and you don’t hesitate to kiss him again.

He cups your face, and you can feel every emotion behind this kiss. Neither of you say a single word, but all the pain from the last few years, your breakup, the war, and the promise of happiness in the future, is understood.

“I love you Y/N, and I want to keep loving you for the rest of my life.” He rests his forehead against yours, his hands still cupping your face. You hold them there, and despite the tears running down both of your faces, you smile, and nod.

“Forever.”