#healer!scorpius

[ivmaruva]

“Measure Of A Man” 🌿 by Inadaze22

I just finished my 3rd reread and I drew this while I listened to it. Lovely fic, I learned so many things, and each time I reread it I notice more little details and learn new things. 10/10 recommend.

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

headcanon that scorpius was a sick child and was in and out of hospital constantly, perhaps related to astoria's blood curse but not directly. his immune system isnt very strong, and everytime he gets sick they're terrified that it's the blood curse but also whatever else it could be, because it's always so sudden and so intense and they call healers over to the house who recommend this delirious feverish 4 year old is hospitalised immediately, and you'd think it'd get easier to some extent because they'd be used to it, but everytime they feel like this is it, this is the time he'll walk in to the hospital and not walk out again

[magikfish]

i think scorpius should have been even MORE of a history nerd in canon! he could be an archaeologist!!! Traveling the world!!! Scorpius looking into ancient magical sites ooooo and working with cursebreakers!!!

[dramioneasks]

Boundless - maple_unicorn - E, 40 chapters, Words: 128,337 - Four years ago, Hermione Granger failed to reverse her mother's obliviation. Now, she is twenty-six, single, and unemployed. Her sole focus in life has been healing her mother until St Mungo’s newest healer, Draco Malfoy, re-enters her life with his six-year-old son in tow. Together, Draco and Hermione work to find a cure for her mother before it’s too late. Along the way, they may discover there is more to life than what they had both previously settled for.

[dustyspines]

Hi! I just read your latest fic and I just wanted to let you know that your headcanoning for scorbus’ jobs in it made me so happy and fits them so well and I’m just really curious as to how you came up with travelling healer/archivist ideas? Since they don’t exist in the series I don’t think

🥹 this is so kind thank you!

the jobs just came to me in a fever dream to be honest lol. I’ve always been of the opinion that albus would never choose a job with practical magic, because he just doesn’t care about it, which is fine! my version of albus wants to be a wizard, but more wizard-adjacent. I think he’s perpetually affected by the role his family played in the war and the way his legacy and name will always precede him, so doing something low-key and with documents and making a difference in small ways… it fits him.

as for the travelling healer, I never really know if scorp is meant to go into healing or not. I think his life has been so close and tiny and restricted and he has SO much spirit that he just has to get out and go somewhere and see the world. his entire childhood was lived inside the manor, in secret, probably reading all these books about the world and everything in it, and you want me to think he’ll play it safe and live out his days in england? absolutely NOT. i think he wants to make a difference and heal but not tie himself down to something safe and close to home. healing + world adventuring = travelling healer.

i think they both adamantly don’t want to be in the limelight and would never do anything that’d have them in the press or being at the scrutiny of journalists/other wizarding populace. i had a lot of fun thinking up the versions of them that exist in oracles, im glad you liked them too :)

[thedrarrylibrarian]

Christmas 2023

One of my favorite holiday traditions it to give a book on Christmas Eve. So hopefully in time for you to cozy up before bed, here is my Christmas Eve gift to you - a rec list!

Just the Two of Us by torino10154 (200 words, rated T)

"I can't believe this is our first Christmas, just the two of us," Harry said as he placed the star on top of the Christmas tree.

Christmas Brunch by @drarrily-we-row-along (583 words, rated G)

Draco wanted to host brunch for his parents on the first Christmas in their shared flat. Harry thought that seemed like a great idea.

But the week leading up to it has been a nightmare, Draco is stressed and Harry's losing his mind. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea after all.

For Everything a Season by @shealynn88 (1,342 words, rated T)

"Our children are a joy, Harry, but I’m glad it’s just you and me.”

Harry goes soft. “Why’s that?”

“Well, many reasons. But right now, you’re under the mistletoe, and I prefer to take my time, and the children would make an awful racket if they were here to see.”

Draco Malfoy and the Cursed Sweater by @slytherco (1,804 words, rated T)

After falling victim to Harry's stupid prank, Draco finds an unexpected partner in crime.

Underneath the Tree (You'll Find a Piece of Me) by @squintclover (4,435 words, rated M)

Harry and Draco find themselves in a holiday home amongst friends at Christmas. The Secret Santa Hermione has planned is sure to go perfectly. Surely...

Even Children Get Older by @lou-isfake (4,500 words, rated M)

It started with don't wake the baby.

Snow on the Beach by tinaakitten (4,915 words, rated T)

Over multiple Christmas Eves, Harry and Draco find their way back to each other.

Featuring cute Harry Potter obsessed toddler Scorpius.

Deliberate Denial by edaniels0221 (7,244 words, rated G)

Professor Harry Potter can't help but to deny his children's ridiculous notion that he has a crush on the gorgeous new Hogwarts Healer, but as he comes to find out, one can only be in denial about liking Draco bloody Malfoy for so long.

Löyly by @citrusses (10,323 words, rated E)

Somewhere between the steam of a sauna and the icy waters of the Gulf of Finland, Harry heals from a broken engagement and a failed career. Draco Malfoy helps.

25 Additional Scenes for Ain't That the Garden of Eden by @romaine2424 (12,139 words, rated G)

The additional scenes cover missing moments in December, Harry's election, and Inauguration.

Because Cats by @icmezzo (14,589 words, rated T)

Harry has a cat, and Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, and Harry doesn’t. Then Harry has a cat again, but Draco doesn’t. Then Draco has a cat, but Harry—OMG HOW WILL IT END.

Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w (21,941 words, rated E)

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

Be sure to check out @skeptiquewrites wonderful Happy Hour Rec for this fic!

All I Want for Christmas by CaityCatt (36,509 words rated M)

Harry feels like a bit of a grinch at Christmas, but his true love has a plan to change all that.

The Coldest of Days by Anonymous (54,683 words, rated E)

At thirty-one, Harry Potter finally has it all: four incredible children, a naughty Niffler named Penny, and a brilliant boyfriend who has managed to fill the hole in his heart.

But because Harry is Harry, chaos is bound to follow. On a cold December morning, Draco wakes up with no memory of the war, his children, or his life with Harry.

That, and he’s insisting that he’s been thrown fifteen years into the future.

The Art of Thank You Notes by fictionclaw (82,286 words, rated E)

A few years after the war, Harry receives a ministry notice that Draco Malfoy’s house arrest will soon be lifted and that the wand he has kept may be sent to the ministry. He doesn’t think much of it when he sends the wand directly to Malfoy Manor with a note.

But one letter swiftly follows another and Malfoy sneaks his way into Harry's every day life without either of them minding.

Or; Harry and Draco find reasons to write letters to each other and Black heirlooms and family histories are uncovered while they figure out why that is. Lunch dates, careful friendship, confusing feelings and Draco's art included.

I hope that wherever you are, you know you have a place by my fire and a place in my heart. Merry Christmas Eve to those who celebrate, and the Happiest of Holiday wishes to all!

[rewritingcanon]

do you have any headcanons about post-hogwarts scorbus? :)

oh DO i!!

scorpius gets a huge glow-up after hogwarts sometime around his mid twenties and everyone is shocked by it except albus (who always thought scorpius was drop dead gorgeous) and draco (who knew astoria’s model genes would kick in sooner or later)

i think most of nextgen would do better than their parents and not marry as mind bogglingly early as them. all except scorbus, who would probs marry each other at 19 or some ridiculous bs.

would have the weddings to end all weddings too. theres no “small intimate gathering” absolutely not, not with DRACO MALFOY being the grooms father 💀💀 its more fancy than the royals i swear its making headlines.

also albus would take on the malfoy name in my opinion. no hyphenation, just full integration

scorpius will be over at the potters house every second week just to suck up to all of them and win the favour of everyone especially ginny (because ginny is the alpha of the household). hes of the opinion that he cant ask albus to marry him unless everyone accepts him (they all do but scorpius doesn’t believe it for at least eight months).

he also tries to win rose’s favour but she pretends to not gaf just to fw him.

i always go back and forth between their careers, im never set on one. for scorpius i predominantly like the idea of him being a healer and going through the wizard-equivalent of med school because it just feels like something he would needlessly put himself through. i also like him doing a career he’s passionate about, like something to do with history, or working in a really obscure department of the ministry.

i fluctuate with albus’ career the MOST. i can see him working a desk job and hating it and being that guy whos disassociating staring at the clock on the wall waiting for his shift/workday to be over do he can go home and love all over his husband. i also see him quitting it all to go full house-husband/stay-at-home dad when he gets sick of it. but i think he’d like having a muggle career better than a wizard one.

albus does ALL the cooking. scorpius is BANNED from touching the kitchen because he burns everything (poor thing tries his best)

the only reason they didn’t move out immediately after graduating was because scorpius was scared to leave draco alone in the manor. so draco pretended to be sick of albus basically staying over at the manor every night to push scorpius to do what he wanted

i think scorpius and albus would move into a young-adultish flat/apartment when they first move in together, even though they can def afford a proper home 😭😭

they still literally follow each other everywhere. deadass cannot separate them.

ginny goes on solo holidays with the boys 😭😭💀💀💀

scorpius is an early waker and albus will sleep until 3pm if not roused. albus keeps wanting to wake up early to make scorpius breakfast in bed but alas hes not built for it…..

albus has to teach scorpius how to not be so ostentatious when buying things for their home or nursery or whatever. that boy has no idea how to save his money 💀

always go to family functions in matching accessories like ties or watches or socks or jewellery or SOMETHING. they just have to outdo all the other couples there smh.

also always wears matching pyjamas because they’re sickening

albus would be more passionate about following the tradition of naming their kids after stars/constellations than scorpius would be.

albus is very wifey material like he gives scorp the best massages after work, runs him hot baths, cooks and cleans, handles financials, spoils scorpius by buying him lots of things he likes (tbf scorpius is very easy to please), listens to his rants, so whenever scorpius feels hes not doing enough he’ll panic and buy out an entire cinema for a date night or something similarly corny 💀

albus gets the white streaks in his hair that make him a honorary malfoy

albus gets a pot belly when he’s older im so passionate about this

i also like the idea of scorpius needing to wear glasses when hes old too

lmk if you want more scorbus hcs i am always ready and willing to yap about scorbus

[mxlfoydraco]

What are the sweetest, most fluffy, most tender fic recs you have? Hurt/comfort préférable but anything works

I'm a major angst reader so our definitions of fluff may vary! I'm adding on to these lists: Fluff & Hogwarts Era Fluff

Save My Wonders by @unmistakablyoatmeal(21k)

Immediately chocolate assaulted Draco’s senses. Warm melted chocolate mixed with his mother’s roses and… something else. Something new. Freshly scrubbed skin and maybe a faint sheen of sweat. It was so familiar… And it only intensified when Potter came up behind him.

Two of Us by @sorrybutblog (5k)

The gang goes to a gay bar. Or: five times Harry accidentally pretended to be Draco’s boyfriend and one time Draco told him to put out or shut up.

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (32k)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

Quick as a Flash of Lightning, Unhurried as Eternity by @onbeinganangel (10k)

Can you fall in love with someone by simply watching them fiercely love another version of yourself?

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

the treehouse near primrose downs by @softlystarstruck (14k)

Draco and Harry have been roommates for years, so buying a magical house in the countryside shouldn’t be a big difference. But in between fresh loaves of bread and beds of wildflowers, things start to fall into place.

you bring me home by @softlystarstruck (35k)

Harry is happy. He has his cat cafe and his hobbies. He has his friends, and Dolly Parton, and a shirt with a cowboy frog on it. It’s all a man needs, really. He doesn’t need to obsess over a magic-less, anxious Draco Malfoy coming into his cafe after disappearing from the wizarding world years ago. He doesn’t. Not even if the cats like Malfoy. Not even if Malfoy is soft, and funny, and a little bit neurotic. No matter how much he wants to obsess.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by @sugar-screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

I Think I Want to Marry You by @phdmama (6k)

5 times Harry Potter asks Draco Malfoy to marry him and Draco doesn't answer. And then the one time he does.

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

Constellations on your skin by @orange-peony (56k)

“I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon. “Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks. “The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”

Sweeten to Taste by @saintgarbanzo (51k)

It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more.

The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care by @digthewriter (9k)

Harry Potter is the proud owner of The Little Marauders Nursery and Day Care and his favourite student is Scorpius Malfoy. Scorpius’s dad might be okay, too.

Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn't leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken (19k)

Draco could grab Potter and shove him into a stall before proceeding to suck his soul out of his dick, but secretly, deep down, in the part of Draco that he will never admit to anyone, he is (everyone pauses to shudder) a romantic. Potter is not someone Draco wants a one-off with. Potter is — Draco’s beloved! So Draco decides to boldly go where no one has gone before: to put himself through scrutiny; their friends’ teasing and pranks; unsound romantic advice from a house-elf; wearing pretty clothes; all to try and win Potter’s heart through courtship. (An unnamed ginger bastard can be heard yelling from afar: “This is actually a detailed guide on how not to court someone!”) But who cares about the opinions of redheads? Literally no one.

Nice Things by aideomai (22k)

The first thing that happened was Theodore Nott came back from France.

Thermodynamic Equilibrium by @dorthyanndrarry (5k)

Harry's far too hot. Draco's always cold. And somehow against all odds, together they create a perfect equilibrium.

Stay (With Me) by @dorthyanndrarry (6k)

Harry and Draco have been seeing each other casually, whenever they bumped into one another at Galas and Balls and other social events, always keeping one another at a careful distance. But one step forward seems to remove all space between them, sending them crashing together with an almost inevitable gravity.

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic (10k)

It's not the first time Harry's been the victim of a botched curse (that's one of the reasons he doesn't like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too. So they're bonded. That's ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm. But this isn't going to be a problem for their friendship at all. Is it, Harry?

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

The Charm Conundrum by dysonrules (8k)

Harry misplaces an interesting "self-help" manual. Draco finds it and discovers some fascinating insights into Harry Potter.

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by @greaseonmymouth (96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry. Features: Little League Quidditch, an abundance of bath bombs, happy endings, and gay robots in space.

Harry Potter’s biggest fan by @gnarf (9k)

Ever since Scorpius heard about Harry Potter for the first time from one of his friends, one could say that he was his biggest fan. So naturally, it would be the thing he needs to talk about while visiting his grandparents for Sunday dinner. Draco’s father could not hold back the comments on why he had to go through this again, and Scorpius understood just enough to know that his father actually knew Harry Potter in person. That’s when the pestering started. Not much later and Draco found himself face to face with Potter, all thanks to his son.

Sunseeker by @shiftylinguini (15k)

Harry is a struggling writer. Namely, he is struggling with: writing his next book, dealing with his agent, finding a decent tea strainer, fielding his friend's concern over the aforementioned book, and figuring out who the cat loitering in his garden belongs to. He also has a slight liking-Malfoy problem. Okay, he has a massive liking-Malfoy problem.

All Roads Lead Home by dracogotgame (14k)

Draco is strong-armed into spending the first Christmas after the War with the Weasleys. And Harry Potter.

Draco Malfoy Absolutely Does Not Need to Be Loved by Harry Bloody Potter by @nv-md (18k)

It’s not easy to be bonded to your childhood rival, turned fuckbuddy, who you also have extremely uncomfortable but repressed feelings for—just ask Draco Malfoy.

Nyctophilia by prolonged_autumn (107k)

Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

[oflights]

wip snip 4.2

thank you for the tag, @elskanellis! your snip is so intriguing 👀

in return, have some more of time travel fic: extremely gooey and tender and basically what the next 10k or so words are going to be (the fic is currently 20k lmao) before things get Bad again. still heartbreaking in its tenderness, though, because baby harry is heartbreaking (a contextual reminder that he is 7 in this snip!!! adult harry is henceforth "potter" from draco's pov).

“This is for me?” Harry asks, doing another turn, clutching at the still unnamed dragon in his hands. “All of this, the bed and—I can—”

“Harry,” Draco says softly, coming closer and dropping to crouch again, ignoring his protesting thighs starting to truly feel all the activity of the day. “Yes, all of this. You can sleep in the bed, you can name your toy—it’s all yours. This is what looking after you means; everything that I can offer is yours now. I promise.”

“Do I have to—” Harry starts, and Draco simply doesn’t want to hear where that’s going.

“No. You don’t have to do a single thing. It’s just yours. Because—because you’re a guest, and a kid, and kids deserve these sorts of things no matter what.”

“Oh,” Harry says, sounding genuinely startled in a way that makes Draco want to punch—someone. Perhaps Vernon or Petunia Dursley, or perhaps Albus Dumbledore. He did not ever imagine he would one day find new and more infuriating reasons to resent Dumbledore this long after his death, but he supposes life is surprising that way.

Harry breaks up his surprised, revelatory stance with another yawn, and this time Draco makes sure his tone brooks no argument when he directs him to the bathroom with the pajamas. To keep busy and shove down the punching urge, he resizes another set of clothes from the wardrobe for the morning, startling himself when he leans too far in and his hand disappears through the back wall.

“Oh, right, I should warn you,” Draco says when Harry returns, changed and padding gingerly towards the bed. “The wardrobe is a portal to the treehouse, so be careful if you go too far into it.”

“You have a treehouse?” Harry asks with a gasp, and Draco smiles at him, striding over and pulling the quilt back for Harry to settle in.

“You have a treehouse. I’ll show you tomorrow, if you’d like.”

He waits as Harry clambers onto the bed and settles against the mound of pillows, smoothing the quilt over him and then making sure the dragon is tucked in, too. “Any ideas on a name?” Draco asks softly, tweaking the dragon’s snout. “Do you want to sleep on it?”

“Can I name him after a—a con—a constellation? Like you?” Harry asks, frowning in concentration.

“Yes, of course you can. Which do you fancy?” Draco sits on the bed near Harry’s feet and leans back on his hands, gazing up at the ceiling as it cycles over them. “There’s Cygnus, the swan I was telling you about—he was my grandfather, you know, and right by Draco, so that’s convenient. There’s Pegasus, too, a type of flying horse, and Cepheus, he was a king in Ancient Greece—well, he chained his daughter up to a rock, so maybe not the best role model, but a cool name nonetheless. Just stop me if anything grabs you, really.”

“What’s that one?” Harry asks, squinting up and pointing; Draco makes a mental note to solve the glasses issue as soon as possible. He looks where Harry’s pointing, southwest of the quadrant he’d been explaining, and spots the most recognizable constellation there is.

“Ah, that’s Orion. The hunter. He was a Giant, you know, and he got pretty boastful, so Gaia—super powerful Earth mum, you did not want to get on her bad side—sent a great big scorpion after him. They fought, so you’ll never see Orion and Scorpius—that constellation all the way over there—in the sky at the same time. But Ophiuchus—he was a Healer, that one over there, see how he’s sort of between Orion and Scorpius? He gave Orion some medicine and saved him from Scorpius.”

Harry’s eyes are drooping closed, but he still murmurs, “Really? Is that all true?”

“Well, sort of. They’re stories, myths; all the stars have stories. There are different versions and they change depending on who you talk to, but I have my favorite versions because they’re the ones my mum told me.”

Draco checks in to see that Harry’s eyes are almost completely closed, and keeps talking hoping they’ll close further; how many times had his mother talked him to sleep?

“If you’re in the sky, it means you’re pretty important, right? So that means lots of stories. I’ll tell you all of them, if you’d like. I think you’ll enjoy this room, and you’ll be happy here. I hope so.”

That’s all verging on a ramble, but he thinks it doesn’t matter because Harry is asleep. So Draco gets up gently, patting Harry’s foot over the quilt, shoots the still unnamed dragon a grin, and starts to leave the room.

He stops only when he hears Harry mumble, “Orion. That’s his name,” and curl around the dragon, breathing going smooth and even, arms clutching it tight against his small frame.

Draco smiles at them both. “Goodnight, Harry and Orion.”

tagging @teledild0nix @phoebe-delia and @thehoneybeet, fully randomly chosen so absolutely no pressure!!

[teaforthotxxx]

Guys what if… and hear me out what if I’ve been swallowed whole by the hordes of Drarry shippers. But I am only interested in a very very very specific Drarry.

Like Drarry but post Harry x Cedric (one sided) and post Harry x Ginny (no Ginny slander on this post). Also, silver trio (Draco, Pansy, Blaise) must exist and Pansy and Hermoine MUST have gotten together before them. They should have a secret rs then break up during the war??? Then ONLY ONLY when they are adults they get back tgt.

Also Draco should be a healer while Harry is the DADA teacher (just like his uncle moony) and they MUST meet again when Scorpius and Albus go to school.

Ps. Just throwing this in. Idk why poc Harry and Hermoine really just works for me idk why. Its like the biggest change from golden trio fanon that I embrace

[stationintern]

Well, hello there! September has flown by, and I have to say, it was a month. Not the worst, but certainly not the best. In the end, I was not able to read as much as I would have liked, but I managed to scrape together a few delicious fics for you, my beloved mutuals and anyone who happens to come across this reclist (you're my beloved, too!)

Enjoy these fics I've gathered for your October gobbling.

Enterrement de vie de garçon by @wolfpants E, 2.7k

Am I starting a Drarry reclist with a Ron/Viktor fic? Yeah, I am. There's still a solid dose of Drarry in here. There's a solid dose of everyone, actually, and it's amazing. I will forever have the phrase "the gay circle of life" imprinted on my brain. Sexy, hilarious, and incredibly fun.

Scenes from a life by @aideomai E, 33.3k

This is a sequel to Such Great Heights, which is a fantastic fic in and of itself. But, this extended epilogue is just so lovely I decided to rec it on its own. There are a few moments in here that I go back and reread when I need something quick that I know will instantly lift me up. Getting to see the characters aideomai created in the initial fic continue developing and settling into various stages of life brings such comfort and warmth, and I just can't get over how beautiful this entire epilogue is. Some of the funniest moments I've ever seen in fic lie in here, and every time I reread I find something new to love.

Two Weeks by @shiftylinguini E, 21.9k

I've been turned to jelly. A fuck or discomfort fic, if you will. I really, truly, don't think I've ever met a hornier Harry. An adorable Harry & Ron dynamic. Draco is very, very sexy. The parallels between the Magical medical world and the real life one are hilarious, and give you a good chuckle if you've ever been given a pile of pamphlets by your therapist.

Semiplume by @tackytigerfic T, 923

I'm furthering my tackytiger agenda. Very cute and domestic, with beautiful descriptions of everything going on inside Draco's head. Dispels the rumors that Scorpius came from an egg. Though, I did enjoy the debates surrounding that. Harry eats crisps.

Terrible People by @wolfpants, @getawayfox E, 52.8k

Once again, I am reccing two wolfpants fics in one list. I loved getting to follow along as this fic came out, and plan to read it again (and again.) Gay cruises, healer Draco, and stunning art. What else could you want?

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by @lauren3210

Five weddings, a potions accident, and a scrumptious twist.

Alas, we have reached the end. I sincerely hope you found something new, or that I have reminded you of a past favorite that you can revisit. Until November 1st, friends.

xx, Moon.

[blue--ingenue]

"Carve"

Author's Note: This work contains heavy themes and potentially-triggering topics including self-harm, depression, anxiety, and suicidal ideation. If any of these topics are triggering to you, please ignore this work! Please take care of yourselves, and don't read further if reading about these topics may harm your mental health.

Summary: Scorpius shouldn't be here. He's living a life he doesn't deserve to live, and every day he wishes the blood curse had taken him instead of his mother. The cuts won't bring her back, but maybe they can help him find relief.

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The day Astoria died a piece of Scorpius died with her. Her family’s blood curse ate away at her from the inside, and with each trip to St. Mungo’s Scorpius could hear the death knell just a bit louder than before. It didn’t matter that his mum had been deteriorating for months now. Or that he’d spent most nights curled up in her hospital bed as she stroked his hair and promised that she loved him and Draco so very much. He knew the logical progression of the disease. Since the first day of the summer holiday every minute not spent at St. Mungo’s saw him shut in the Manor’s library. By the end of the first week he had a routine: browse through the rows, cart armfuls of books to his favorite window seat, and tuck in to search for any hint of a cure. 

His mum’s death was sudden. One moment she was gazing at him, half-lidded eyes crinkled in amusement as he read to her, and the next - 

He felt the moment her hand went limp in his. He heard the last rattling breath that passed her lips. But the detail that branded itself into every nerve ending was the instant the light left her eyes. She’d been gazing at him with that same sleepy look, eyes drifting closed, and gone unnaturally still. The life in her eyes snuffed out, a candle flame snapped out of existence by the uncaring winter wind. He didn’t remember much after that. He knew that at some point, he’d screamed his lungs raw calling for a Healer, asking for Draco, and deliriously begging for his mum. 

The days between her death and the funeral passed in a similar haze. He’d read about trauma from a muggle bookstore his mum had taken him to years ago. She’d taken him out for lunch. They sat by the window of a cozy sandwich shop, and Scorpius had swung his legs back and forth from his perch upon a barstool. She ordered him sweet fizzy drinks that popped and fizzled on his tongue, little pieces of breaded chicken shaped like dinosaurs, and little sticks of salty fried potatoes. It was the best meal he had ever eaten. (He left that part out while telling his dad about it later that evening. The house elves did their very best to serve Scorpius’ favorites every day, and he didn’t want to hurt their feelings.) She took him to a bookstore afterwards. The shelves were arranged neatly, books organized into rigid rows and uncracked spines. It was nothing like Flourish And Blotts, with its precariously-leaning book towers and antique tomes stuffed into every crevice, but he enjoyed it all the same. Most of the titles had to do with muggle concepts he couldn’t begin to fathom. In the end he chose a thick hardback book filled with glossy pictures of human anatomy and little blurbs that explained the function of every part. 

He wouldn’t pick the book back up until years later, when his mother’s blood curse began affecting her more and more. He knew finding any mention of blood curses in a muggle book was a long shot, but he had to check anyway. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for his mum. He found nothing, as was expected, but a few chapters caught his attention along the way. One revolved around memory. He furtively scribbled down notes in his book journal as his eyes flitted across the pages. The muggles figured out that some things were so horrible that the brain decided to tuck away those memories for a later time. It was a defense mechanism for when life was so agonizing, the pain was incomprehensible. It left people with gaps in their memory. He hadn’t understood it at the time, but now, in the days leading up to his first Christmas without his mum, he understood perfectly. 

There were holes in his memory. He could recall a handful of individual days, like the day he asked Albus to come to the funeral, and the day they lowered the shell of his mother into a muddy pit in the ground, but only fog existed in between. Trying to remember felt like staring directly into the sun. It was painful, and futile, and he felt blinded by the intensity of it all. A pulsing pain would drum behind his eyes and reduce his breathing to shallow, choppy pants and his skin felt like it was stretched too tight over his body and then - 

And then all of a sudden, something would switch off. He’d feel like he was floating above his own body, watching himself go through the motions of life as though he were watching a scene unfold from the audience of a theater. In those moments he felt no pain. In fact, he felt nothing at all. A part of him wondered if this is what it felt like to pass away. Was his mum floating about somewhere? Impervious to pain and indifferent to the emotions and sensations that made life worth living? He’d think of his mum, pale and fading, and wonder where all that magic and love had gone once her heart stopped beating. She loved everyone and everything wholeheartedly, and Scorpius couldn’t understand how all that could just, disappear.

Despite the prejudice against muggles many in the wizarding community expressed, Astoria had adored muggle London. After Hogwarts she insisted on studying at a muggle university. Having grown up around magic all her life, she had no idea what program to pick. Most of the courses centered around concepts she’d never imagined as a girl: metal machines that were powered by invisible, charged particles, entire bodies of literature by authors unknown until now, and art that never moved, but managed to capture attention all the same. In the end, she chose music. Most instruments in the wizarding world were charmed to play by themselves, but she would always tell Scorpius that muggle music held its own special magic. The classical composers she so adored hadn’t an ounce of magic in their veins. There were no shortcuts to creating beautiful music, “soul-singing,” as she called it. In her eyes, the muggle world contained its own special magic, and she had passed this sense of wonder onto Scorpius.

In the present, a thunder arced across the sky and cleaved the air like a whip - and Scorpius flinched so hard he nearly toppled from his window seat. His heart thumped away in his chest like a terrified rabbit running from a predator and he scrabbled for his wand. He yanked the heavy velvet curtains closed and gasped out a hasty muffliato over the obscured window. He’d never been particularly bothered by thunder when he was little, but over the last few months it took very little to send him over the edge. Almost everywhere he went, it felt like everything was a bit too loud, too bright, too suffocating. Every nerve ending felt over-sensitive, his heart aching like a wound split wide and rubbed with salt. He often flinched from the intensity of it all. 

Scorpius retreated to the headboard of his canopied bed. There were only two objects set upon the forest green quilt and they glinted with the few moonbeams that had squeezed past the curtains. On the left, his wand - polished willow. On the right, a razor blade, nicked from his father’s bathroom. This he picked up with shaking fingers and a practiced hand. His eyes flicked to his bedroom door, assuring himself that the lock was in its proper position before rolling up the sleeve of his left arm and breathing deeply. The skin was smooth and unmarred. Something heavier than bile rose from the back of his throat as he raised the blade. Guilt? Shame? He couldn’t tell, and he wasn’t sure it mattered anymore.

He hesitated for a moment, a mere heartbeat. He always did. The evolutionary instinct to avoid pain at all costs kicked in, and he let it. Conflicting emotions broiled just beneath his veins, pumping through his heart and setting something alight within his chest. He felt giddy. The guilt-fear-relief pulsed behind his eyelids and quickened his breath. Static pooled in his feet and shifted on the bed, trying to shake off the tingling in his toes. It felt so good to feel something. To know that something was within his control.

He let the blade rest against the tender skin of his forearm, just a few inches away from the crook of his elbow. The steel tip felt like a pinprick. He pressed lightly against his skin and slowly traced a shallow cut into his skin. He lifted the blade and let his hand fall away. There.

By the muted moonlight he saw the cut begin to bleed. Little globules of red gathered along the line. The red clashed against his pale skin and he sighed. After every cut the fledgling sense of euphoria would wash over him, like a splash of cool water on a hot day. His arms felt like jelly as the brief adrenaline burst ebbed from his system. And as quickly as it came, the relief was gone. He lifted the razor again.

After the fourth cut he paused. Four cuts lined his forearm, each one deeper than the last. He never pressed the blade deep enough to cause permanent damage, but something close to satisfaction diffused within his chest at the sight of them. He held his arm as still as he was able and observed the red pearls adorning the supple skin. Then he tilted his arm, just enough to dislodge the droplets. They merged and gathered and flowed in rivulets all the way down his arm. The trails stopped at the crease of his wrist and he exhaled shakily. It wasn’t fair. He had his mother’s blood in him, the blood that bore a fatal curse, and yet here he sat, perfectly healthy and alive. 

There was a part of him that felt immensely guilty after each of his sessions. Sometimes he pictured his mother’s spirit watching him, gazing at the blood he wasted with each cut. Wasted vitality flowing through his veins. Would she be angry? Wherever his mum was, he hoped she couldn’t see him like this.

It should be her living and breathing within the manor walls, not him. His mum had been love and life and joy and unwavering kindness - and his birth had helped suck that all away. Growing up, his parents never missed an opportunity to tell him how loved he was. His mum would say it outright. His father was less explicit, but he showed his love in his own ways, and Scorpius never doubted either of them for a moment. They told him how they longed for a child, for him. Despite it all, Scorpius sometimes wished that he had never been born.

He’d heard of children who’d been happy surprises for their parents. Their mothers and fathers hadn’t planned to have them, but they loved them as fiercely as any parent ever loved their child. Their parents called them ‘surprises.’ He’d heard a few students in his year call themselves ‘accidents.’ Scorpius knew he was loved, knew that his parents had planned to have him. Therefore he wasn’t an accident, but a mistake. 

Having him took years off of his mum’s life and sometimes, when the darkness snaked around his throat and swallowed his heart, he believed they would’ve been better off without him. Part of him cut into his arm as a sort of apology to the universe. An apology for existing, for cutting his mother’s life short. Even on the brighter days, when the pain and grief numbed to a low thrum beneath his skin, he felt guilt. Guilt at enjoying his days, doing nothing of particular importance, when it should’ve been his mother here instead. 

His father was inconsolable and Scorpius didn’t know how to fix it. His father once told him that he was their lucky star. Despite growing up in relative isolation from other kids his age, he was always naturally content with the world, and happy to show it. Every time he giggled or laughed in glee as a chubby toddler, his parents’ faces would light up. He liked knowing that was responsible for putting those smiles there. But now his father was miserable, and Scorpius just couldn’t scrounge together the energy to lighten the darkness preying on him. Useless. 

 The stinging in his arm snapped him back to the present. He took a last look at the scarlet rivulets and the angry, puffy cuts, and muttered a simple healing charm. He didn’t think he deserved to heal the cuts, but he couldn’t risk his father seeing. Scorpius didn’t know if he’d be angry or heartbroken, or something in between. It was too high a risk. He didn’t want to risk burdening him with anything else, so after each session he vanished the cuts. 

Instead, he picked up the razor and cut four lines into the handle of his wand. Beneath it, a thick ‘V’ was cut into the wood. And closest to the end, an angry ‘I V’ was carved. He couldn’t keep the scars, but he could have this. 

Scorpius hid the razor blade in a drawer on his bedside table and ran his fingers over the carvings. He sighed. It was too much and not enough and the relief never lasted. He tucked the wand beneath his pillow and curled into a ball under the covers. He couldn’t give his mother her life back. He couldn’t avoid burdening his father with his continued existence. But he could have this. And tomorrow he’d wake up, use all his energy to forget about the dark that waited to drown him every night, pretend like nothing was wrong. But for tonight, he could have this. 

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[caramel-covered-apples]

draco malfoy

let’s all take a moment to appreciate that today is draco malfoy’s 44th birthday :)

have some draco malfoy headcanons i found to celebrate:

my man is bisexual. i don’t care what you say.

after the war, draco becomes a healer and is one of the best in london

he’s a rainbow baby (if you don’t know what that means, it means a baby born after a miscarriage or death of an infant at birth)

hates coffee, would rather drink tea

enjoys gardening

the only one who knows all of his mistakes and problems canonically is astoria

this man loves his wife and gets her flowers; astoria is his wife and his confidant in the canon, not some baby machine for a mlm ship

when scorpius is born, he immediately enrolls this child in piano, ballet (because ballet draco is a hill i will die on), and like 10 other rich people activities

helped a lot of slytherin kids with their homework because no other house and their kids would let him near the younger kids

bonds with luna during his school years, and he never once called her loony

despite remus being a werewolf, he holds a lot of respect for the man, and remus tried to teach him how to cast his patronus, but draco simply didn’t have enough happy memories to draw on

ever since then, his d.a.d.a classes with remus were always the most interesting and exciting

alcohol scares him; being out of control of your body is one of his greatest fears, and the memories of his father when he was younger

taken from a tumblr post (https://www.tumblr.com/dracomalfoyheadcanons/126669828985/genderqueerdraco-who-wants-a-draco-malfoy?source=share) draco tells all the first years what halls to avoid, what candies are safe and what other ones will cause you to sneeze slugs, etc.

muggle films amaze him, but a 3D film with those glasses actually scared the shit out of him

lemon & blueberry sweets are perhaps his favorite, although the flavors by themselves are good too

his amortentia scent scared the literal shit out of him. idk what the scents are i just like to think that it scared him because he didnt expect it whatsoever

his “but why is that?” phase when he was a kid was pure hell

loves doing nails, not even painting them, just cutting them and filing them down and pushing down their cuticles but he also does painting too

[dramioneasks]

The Lies We Tell Ourselves - Asilynn - E, 41 chapters, Words: 247,518 - 8 years after the war, Hermione is a single parent working as a healer for St. Mungo's. When tragedy strikes the hospital and former Death Eaters and their families are being hunted, Hermione is thrown into a mystery like none before. When a web of lies are exposed, Hermione finds herself putting her trust in none other than single father and Auror, Draco Malfoy. Hermione and Draco have to learn to trust one another despite their rocky shared history. As more secrets are uncovered, Hermione and Draco work together and along the way find family, friendship, and a spark of magic.

[nightingale2004]

Harry Potter next gen: Draco x Astoria vers.

Sidra Narcissa Malfoy

Faceclaim: Lily Rose Depp

(First off, thank you, @kind-hufflepuff. You inspired me to make this character)

Sidra is the oldest child and first daughter of Draco Malfoy and Astoria Greengrass. She is also the older sister to Scorpius.

Sidra is 3 years older than Scorpius and is SUPER overprotective of him

When Sidra first went to Hogwarts, she was sorted into Ravenclaw

Loves her parents and is a total daddy's girl

Has a Cleo DeNile and Regina George vibe

MASSIVE diva

She knows what people say about her family, but she doesn't care.

Often teases Scorpius out of love

Helps her father keep Scorpius's innocence intact

Her patronus is a peacock

✨️fashion icon✨️

Has a hard stare that will make you fear for your life, and if her looks could kill you would already be dead

She does not speak peasant

Despite what half of Hogwarts may think, she does not mind getting her hands dirty as long as she looks good doing it

Is incredibly intelligent and has a very curious mind

Knows wizard law by heart and will not hesitate to unleash her inner lawyer

Did not like Albus Potter anywhere near her brother, but she learned to tolerate him because he makes Scorpius happy

Constantly threatens Albus that if he breaks her little brother's heart, then she will break him

She knows Legilimence and Occlumency

Feels like she is surrounded by idiots

Her favorite classes are astronomy, ancient runes, arithmancy, charms, and history of magic

She has a sketchbook where she draws clothing designs and ideas (gift from her grandmother)

After her mother died, she put on a mask of perfection. The only people she takes that mask off for are her father, grandparents, and brother

Knows ballet and how to play the violin, flute, harp, and piano

Does not like the Potters but tolerates them

Surpringly for everyone, she is on the Ravenclaw quidditch team and plays as seeker, chaser, and keeper (she is also Ravenclaw's best player

When someone hurts her family, she will not hesitate to hurt them back (public image be damned)

Likes painting and sketching (helps her relax)

She and Scorpius are attached to the hip, and she can easily read her whole family and what they're thinking

Visits her mother's grave occasionally and talks to her about anything and everything that's happened to her and her family

She is pretty much Draco when he attended Hogwarts

If you bully her brother and she stares at you without saying anything, she is planning your death

The Black family madness runs deeply through her veins

Their are moments where she reminds her grandparents of Sidra's aunt Bellatrix Lestrange

Sidra keeps her father updated about Scorpius

After her mother died, Sidra and Draco's relationship was awkward, but they still loved each other and expressed it in their own way

Is completely weak for her brother

Knows her own self worth

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Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

Faceclaim: Percy Hynes White

The first son and second child of Astoria Greengrass and Draco Malfoy

Autistic af

The kindest and most sensitive person you'll ever meet

Slytherin boy

Loves his family with all his heart

Hates it when other people talk bad about his family

He can read a person's body language

Has a great interest in dinosaurs to this day

Would play doctor/healer when he was younger

When he was a kid, he would sneak into his parents or Sidra's room and sleep with them. Now, he mostly sleeps next to his sister whenever he doesn't want to be alone

Tries to keep his sister from killing anyone

Loves seeing Albus and Sidra getting along

Calls his sister Sid or Siddy

Loves herbology, potions, care for magical creatures, and history of magic

Will go to his sister's games and cheer for her the loudest

He doesn't like crowds or social events. (It easily overwhelms him and triggers panic attacks)

He is jealous of Sidra and Albus but they always encourage him and love him despite being sensitive

Doesn't like to be touched without consent except if it's with someone he trusts

His patronus is dog

Whenever he needs to vent to his sister, she immediately drops everything to listen to him

Incredibly shy and bashful. He also does not have a great grasp of social cues

Sometimes, he visits his mother's grave with his father and sister. He likes to talk with her too

He is an incredible fan of Severus Snape along with Sidra, and they both often converse with his portrait

People have commented on how Scorpius and Sidra should've switched houses and how the hat got them mixed up

Draco loves how close Sidra and Scorpius are

He is the tall bf in the relationship