#is draco an author who mines Harry’s life for content???? who could say

[oknowkiss]

just dropping by to tell you i love your upcoming domestic egg mayhem story. i am already it's biggest fan and am metaphorically camping in front of your ao3 account to read it first

Joy, now, the problem with encouraging me is that with only the barest amount of interest I’ve now decided this will be not just one story, but a series of domestic one shots wherein the stakes could not be lower but the resultant drama and local community hysterics could not be higher.

it’s giving Murder She Wrote AU, Harry constantly fumbling into local conflict because he a) cannot mind his own business to save his life (literally) and b) attracts the absolute most bizarre conflict like flies to honey.

the series will be called, obviously, Malfoy He Wrote, and I am extremely open to receiving prompts for the “crimes” they “must” “solve”

[hogwartsfirebolt]

Aaaand we’re back!!! I can’t believe it’s been a year since the last time I found myself typing one of these, but here we are, and WHAT. A. YEAR. Full of the highest ups and the lowest downs and through it all, so, so many wonderful stories that have made this my best reading year in fandom, ever. If you’re interested, in no particular order, I’d like to share some of my absolute favorites with you ❤️ Banner art is by the immensely talented @upthehillart and with nothing else to add, here’s my

FAVORITE FICS I READ IN 2019 PART ONE

1. Grounds for Divorce - @tepre - 122k - Malfoy finds a coin. Harry finds a letter. A story about histories, a story about families. A story about a lemon tree somewhere in Upper Egypt.

This is the only thing on this list that is actually in order because DAMN. Because HOLY SHIT. This is my absolute favorite fic of all time and that’s not... I’m not exaggerating. I have INFINITE things to say about it, and actually, I have. Let me refer you to my long, gushy rec specifically about this masterpiece and just BEG you again to read it because it’s beautiful and it will change you and and and-

2. amid this warm and steady sweetness - warmfoothills - 21k - Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

This is just beautiful. Every word feels like it’s been laid down with gentleness and the entire setting is vibrant, sweet, so lovely it’s almost palpable. I had never read anything for this pairing that was modeled after a period drama, and it was perfectly done, it made me laugh at the outfits and the teasing and the ridiculous situations all around, and go “awww” when it became sweet and now I just want to keep it close inside my heart. You simply have to read this. 

3. Star Quality - who_la_hoop - 118k - Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they? But then everything changes, and Harry’s thrown into a new and dazzling world he’s not sure he can actually escape from. And as time goes on, he starts to wonder: does he actually want to?

Incredibly creative and executed so masterfully that I couldn’t stop reading and finished it in a day. Features a fed up Harry (always appreciated in this house), alternate realities, concerts, retail jobs, wishes upon stars, balloons, boys not knowing how to communicate but still inevitably falling in love, and just hours and hours of FUN. 

4. And One To Play - @tackytigerfic - 21k - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter are the best team in the Auror Department, even when they're driving Gawain Robards up the wall. When Malfoy is injured on a mission, it causes Harry's magic to go haywire. Meanwhile, a mysterious criminal is draining people's magical cores and turning them into Squibs. Can Harry stop blowing Malfoy away in time to solve the case? And will Malfoy ever stop trying to get the last word?

GUYS THEIR DYNAMIC IN THIS ONE IS JUST PERFECT. The author wrote this absolutely incredible relationship where they trust each other and have so much fun and are so perfectly attuned to each other and I just sucked it right up because it’s so good. The case is interesting and engaging, Harry’s little predicament makes such a mess, and still their dynamic and friendship is the backdrop of it all. This fic is a really, really good time all around. 

5. That Old Black Magic - @bixgirl1 - 77k - Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he'd thought would be easy after the war... with Draco Malfoy.

Reading this was one of the best moments of my entire year. I read it in a day, couldn’t put it down because the writing and the pacing and the dynamic are so incredibly good it blew my mind a little bit. It’s a slightly different take on the arranged marriage trope than what I was used to, and I loved it so, so much. It might be my favorite fic of Bix’s, ever. 

6. On a Clear Day - saras_girl - 41k - Draco Malfoy is waiting for his real life to begin, and it appears that he’s not the only one. Coffee, charity, and the wisdom of the elderly.

!!!!!! That’s all I can think to say!!!! In trying to read ALL of saras_girl fics I have found such ABSOLUTE GEMS and this is definitely, definitely one of the best of them in my opinion, it’s just so incredibly lovely in every way and I’m so weak for when they slowly let themselves be vulnerable with each other the more they get to know each other, and help each other be brave and !!!! again. This paints it so beautifully I just want to read it again and again. 

7. Renaissance - dysonrules - 33k - Harry awakens after a long sleep to find things terribly changed. He's not in an alternate universe... it just seems like it.

Surly, moody Harry is a weakness of mine, and the way he navigates the extremely difficult situation he finds himself in in this one was so interesting to read. I always do love Draco being capable and good at what he does, trying to become a better person through his work. A really, really good fic with fantastic characterizations and a plot that kept me on my toes the whole time. Definitely recommended. 

8. At the End of the Day - sara_holmes - 7k - No brooms, a distinct lack of balls, no comprehension of the offside rule and a Malfoy who apparently has magic feet. Harry never knew this stupid game could be so much fun.

This fic is so light, so lovely and young that I went back to it over and over again during the year. It carries that feeling of tentative new beginnings, letting go and reconnecting with those around you after going through terrible things, all of that in a way that never loses sight of the fact that they’re still teenagers and still deserve some fun and light in their lives. So, so cute.

9. take my hand once more - @candybarrnerd - 8k - Harry finds himself standing in front of the door to the Room of Requirement with no memory of having walked there or having walked past the required three times either.-Everything feels like it's falling apart, his second marriage is failing, and he would actually kill for a decent nights sleep, which must be why the Room of Requirement provides him with the solution of a bed when Harry steps through the door. When he wakes though, he finds it's so much more.

Oh god I ache just remembering this. It’s so, so good. Every word paints every feeling so effectively that I felt it etched into my chest and all of Harry’s love for Draco was mine and his sorrow was mine and what he felt after the Room of Requirement gives him what he needs is what I felt too and I was just broken and repaired completely in 8k words in the best way ever. You MUST read this now. 

10. Eternally Consistent - @alychelms - 44k - Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter assumed they would never be anything but civil enemies, until Potter lands on Malfoy's doorstep, bleeding, covered in curses, and acting very strangely indeed.

THIS IS EXCELLENT, REMARKABLE, EXTRAORDINARY!!! Omg every word, I swear every word had me on the edge of my seat and you see that time turner tag? Do you see it? It’s played in the BEST possible way, the case is so freaky and incredible and the work with the destroyed time turners and those... wizarding physics applied to it were so incredibly interesting. The characterizations are delicious, every moment Draco and Harry work together is fantastic, and in the end, when everything falls into place, it’s perfect. I LOVE THIS SO MUCH. 1000000/10. 

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Each of these fics is incredibly close to my heart and I enjoyed them immensely. I hope they bring you all joy as well, and I’m ALWAYS here to gush about any of them ❤️ Happy holidays!

[joeys-piano]

Top 5 Fics of 2020

As 2020 closes and as I’m looking back on what I’ve done this year, there were five stories that stood out to me because of how I felt, what I’ve experienced, and because of what came over me as I was working on the pieces. I picked stories that many of you enjoyed, stories that I think you could discover, and stories that challenge you to think a little differently on what you already know. I felt that was a good balance for what I had in store~

Savor The Moment | 12.4k | Teen

I can say without a doubt that is the best fanfic I’ve written this year: not only is it the longest by far, not only did I draft and revise and edit and rewrite this behemoth during the entire month of August and pretty much babied this thing into the first week of my Fall Semester, not only was I focusing and fleshing out the relationships one of my favorite BSD characters, but I remember how much I struggled with this work and how much I grew after finishing it. If y’all have to know one thing about me, it’s that dialogue and writing children characters are very difficult for me. So to tackle a project that encompasses both and much more -- that’s terrific!

I love how I wrote for Oda in this and how I explored his relationship with the children, with the curry shop owner, and with Dazai. I love how I approached his backstory and bled in some of the elements I enjoyed from the Dark Era light novel into this work. I love the atmosphere, the vibes, the metaphors and all the food descriptions -- there are gorgeous quotes throughout the work and to this day, I still can’t believe that they all came from my head. This was such a good story for me: both in that it helped me grow as a writer and challenged me in my weaker areas and that it was fun to try something new and to expand on the little details I adored from the source material.

If there’s any work of mine that I think best summarizes who I am as a writer, it would have to be this one.

We Only See Each Other at Weddings & Funerals | 5.7k | Teen

There was a time in my life when angst was my bread and butter. However, as I grew older and more cynical towards life in general, I saw myself leaning towards softer and happier ideas. Mostly because they were an escape and a distraction from what was happening to me at the time, and partially because angst isn’t all that great for my heart. But during the beginning of November, something possessed me. I didn’t set out to write a character death or a heavy story; but instead, it just came out of me. And with BEAST as my backdrop and with funerals in my head, it took me about a week to finish this story from draft to end.

In terms of technicalities and skills, this work best represents much of my experience as a writer. You can see it through my syntax and flow, through the concepts and metaphors I was weaving through the plot, through how I handled the head hopping and transitions between Oda and Dazai’s POVs (making sure that they were as smooth as silk for y’all’s reading experience), through how I handled the emotional stakes and the soulmate-ish vibes going on, and through how I described the grief and mourning for what could’ve been and for what came to be.

I’m not that surprised that the response for this fic has been on the lower side compared to my other works, especially since it revolves around character death and heavy themes. But if you really enjoy BEAST and would like an in-depth scene expansion between Oda and Dazai when they met for the last at Bar Lupin, I would definitely recommend this to you.

Tender is the Light | 1.5k | General

Christmas is a polarizing holiday, depending on who you ask, because we’re celebrating the humble birth of a man and are partnering it with consumerism. So already, this day is pretty sus and I couldn’t imagine a better way to spend it this year than to write and gift myself a very cuddly, drarry fanfic. As I mentioned in the author’s notes, I don’t normally write for myself and I especially don’t gift myself a fanfic for holiday purposes. But considering how this year went and how stressed I was and the epiphany I had during this month, the old constraints I had for myself didn’t matter and I just wanted to create something that I knew I would enjoy. That probably sounds selfish and a part of me thinks it is; but honestly, it isn’t because if I wanted to work and create something, it’s got to give me joy too -- I feel.

So you could almost say I was working out some internal things while writing this and was just having fun and didn’t care that there wasn’t really a plot to this entire thing. Since it was a fic for me, I just focused on what made me feel good and happy. And as it turns out, fluffy banters of humor and cuddly introspective smacked a nerve in my heart and I felt renewed every time I came to work on this. This was such a cathartic fic for me to work, and I just had the time of my life focusing on the small things that are like nuggets of gold for me. 

Hold Me A Little Closer | 2.6k | Mature

2020 was a year of many things, much of which I won’t mention and much of which we’re still living through. It was also the year I wrote my first, full-fledged smut. Or more accurately, my first genuine attempt at writing smut through my perspective as a biromantic asexual. Since 2018, I’ve been experimenting with how I wanted to portray physical intimacy and every time I scrolled through the Internet or read how others have done it, what I found was that there weren’t many resources or approaches that I felt comfortable with or with writing. Most of what you find out there is pretty much you figure it out on your own, or just looking at what others have done and copying it. Which that in itself comes with its own difficulties, depending on the approach you want to take with your own smut.

So being a discovery writer with my headlights down the path, I decided to write my first smut with an introspective approach + a tad of ace perspective because that’s who I am. I love the concept of emotional intimacy and that was the forefront for this story, accompanying the physical details. Because I knew for myself that odazai was more than just the physical aspect of it, and that both characters enjoy each other in an emotional or thoughtful setting where they can be vulnerable and be themselves and all the juicy bits about that whenever they’re together. And that might be the ace in me talking, but that’s the kind of intimacy I love between characters and the physical aspect is just one medium out of many in how they can convey that.

Personally, I would say this is the story that got me more comfortable writing for odazai. I’ve written for them beforehand in a few other fics, but this is definitely the one where I grew to know and care for them more and it comes through with the writing.

If My Eyes Were to Linger | 1.5k | General

With me talking about the top best fics that I’ve written this year, there’s no way I could conclude this without talking about the first fic I wrote for a new fandom. This story is my first foray into drarry and it comes after weeks of reading all sorts of content from them writers and I wanted to try it too. This harkens back to nine years ago when I wrote my first fanfic: I saw that others were writing stories and I wanted to do it, too. That brief childhood spark was the catalyst I needed when I considered and began jotting out this piece. You can tell through my writing that I’m figuring things out and figuring how I want to approach the individual voices of Draco and Harry.

I should also add that I was nervous as shit while writing this because I was embarking into a fandom where I knew no one in the community and I knew that no one I knew would even follow or read what I was writing. It’s been a long time since I’ve splashed into waters like that and through the help of my friends and talking with them, they helped me carry through and finish writing this piece. That meant a lot to me because for the first time in a long time, I was finally writing for me. I was finally writing a story where I didn’t care so much about how the engagement would be because I already knew there wouldn’t be much because of the circumstances I was in. So without hits or kudoses or really any expectations, I just wrote what I wanted to write and I had a damn good time with reading as I went.

And with the past few drarry fics I’ve written this month, you can feel that the adrenaline and childlike glee that came back to me is still with me. I don’t know how long this energy will last or if it’ll go away and I’ll transition into something else. But what I do know is that there are certain freedoms that come with going into the unknown and rediscovering myself again. And to know that this is for me: more than anything, that means so much.

[midwestharpy]

New Fics for the New Year!

*cracks knuckles*

Alright folks! I did this last year but it was in the notes for one of my fics. This is a better format so here we go! This is pretty much a list of any fics I found that I really enjoyed, and that you might to! Find something you’ll like in 2021! Which hopefully won’t be a trashfire!

Authors are tagged with their tumblr or a link to their AO3 account if I couldn’t find one for them and links for the fics themselves are in the titles. PLEASE check the tags on each story for warnings and ships if you are interested in reading them, know your limits!

Disclaimer, none of these stories are mine. 

Most of these are Harry Potter fics and I need to make the statement that JKR has decided to be a TERF and we don’t stan. We’ve taken the content from her and will not be returning it.

If your story is on this list and you would like it removed, or a link is incorrect, please tell me and I will not hesitate to fix these things. Same goes for if one of these creators have a tumblr, please let me know so I can tag properly and give credit where credit is due!

On with the show!

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by sobsicles

Oh my god this was a ride. Delves into what would have happened if Harry had killed Bellatrix after the battle at the Ministry in OOTP, its such a time.

A Shift in Perspective by @nobodyzhuman

Harry finds out Dumbledore has lied to him for a really long time and he’s on the wrong side of the war. After catching Harry Dumbledore turns him into a cat and sends him gift wrapped to the Dark Lord. Its so, so fucking good if you’re looking for a sympathetic dark side/death eaters story.

The Sun and The Moon by Silverlynings

Drarry soulmate AU that just hits different. Amazingly written and just a really good story? Hermione is the best person ever.

There Is COVID in Ba Sing Se by @koala-otter

Absolutely adorable modern Zukka AU where they move in together at the beginning of the pandemic. Quarantine AU is a thing now, fight me.

Ripple of Change Series by weirdsisters99

Sirius and Snape become unlikely friends and things spiral out of control. Now Snape's a mentor figure for a bunch of Hogwarts students who pretend they absolutely don’t know each other outside of his rooms and visits Sirius in prison. I’m not doing it justice so just go read it please.  

Shoulder Pillow by Music_dreamer_003

Muggle Drarry AU where Draco falls asleep on Harry on a plane. Adorable to the max and just a fluff masterpiece. 

Son of Thanos Universe by @essayofthoughts and Kiterou

Harry is kidnapped from Earth by aliens and is raised by Thanos. He eventually escapes and chills with Yondu, Peter, and the Ravengers, and after awhile makes his way back to Earth. Earth hasn’t forgoten him. It was a time and I love it so, so much. The worldbuilding is phenomenal and also shines a light on what HP cannon could have been without their golden boy. Read it.

Wizards IN SPACE by @esamastation

The Room of Requirement can, in fact, turn into a space ship. Magic teenagers plus a spaceship is not something I thought I needed but I did and you do to. Yoden has done a continuation of the story here that is unfinished but also highly recommended, its amazing.

Be Kind by juhele

I’m not usually one for Cedric/Harry but this. This is a masterpiece. Harry is pretty much a panicking Bisexual and Cedric is the number one. Like he’s just amazing. Boyfriend goals. 

Excuse Me, Do You Fucking Mind? by Nine_3quarters

Another modern Drarry AU but they have superpowers in this one. Draco is in drag. It’s just...everything you could ever want out of this AU and its wonderful

Family is a Purple Bus by @rowanmoonlight

Yet another one I didn’t think I needed but absolutely did. After leaving the Dursleys Harry gets a job on the Knight Bus and the family he deserves in its employees. Just...oh it’s wonderful, so fucking wonderful. 

How Like Home by @waitingondaisies

 Its a god-tier story, like everything by this author but this one. This one. Harry falls through the veil after Sirius and ends up in another universe where his parents are alive and well and Voldemort never existed. No war, no death. Just redemption and a new chance for Harry.

Independent Study by SomewheresSword

So this is now one of my favorite authors, because of not only this but their founders AU and another fic which is right under this one. Its just so fucking good? This story in particular is a Harry got expelled before fifth year AU and its amazing. He lives with Sirius (as he should) and definitely does not have a crush on George. Its great. 

Lily’s Boy by SomewheresSword

Deep sigh. Ok this one. This one. Wizengamot politics meets a taking-no-shit Harry and supportive heirs. Drarry just happened so that's been a plus and its just-look this author made me love Snape/Lupin and that, that my friends, is a feat. 

(Note: This may or may not be up. The author was having trouble with copyright and it was taken down briefly. As of last time I heard it hadn’t been reposted however if you ever see it again, READ IT. This note will be deleted if I see it again on AO3.)

Misticheskiy Institut by GhostIsReading 

Harry says fuck it and moves to Russia. That's literally what happens but it’s so fucking good. There's also a dash of creature inheritance but man I just love the worldbuilding of the Russian school and Magical World its just-gah its incredible.

Pieces Verse by @tulipscomeinallsortsofcolors

Tulip just has a habit of making me cry and I love it. This is the same author who did LAOFT (which I also recommend if you haven’t read it) and has yet again wowed us with their excellence. Pieces is a Sanders Sides soulmate AU. Prinxiety and Logicality were one shots but Dukeceit has received its own chunk and its an angst fest but so. Fucking. Good. 

The Way We Wind by @thesleepiesthufflepuff

*screams into pillow* LOOK IF YOU DIDN’T THINK HARRY OWNING A KNITTING SHOP COULD BE GOOD, IT IS AND YOU NEED TO KNOW THAT OK?!? Drarry is thrown in but god this is so wholesome?!? Even without it?!? I love it.

To The Dead by LadyoftheWoods

Look. Look. I’ve read a lot in my short, short life. Very few things have made me cry or come close to it when it comes to literature. This? This made me cry. Ghost Sanders Sides AU that's just...wonderful. Its so wholesome and beautiful and I expect any of you who read this and cried to tell me so we can cry about it together. Ok? Ok.

And that's the list for 2020! Obviously there are other fics that were amazing and this is all just my opinion but I hope you get a good story out of this post! Send me anything you think I’ll enjoy to! 

Heres to 2021 being better!

[bixgirl1]

New Fic - Glompfest!

Title: Life Lessons Author: Bixgirl1 Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Heh. Explicit. Word Count: 68k Content/Warnings: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Wandless Magic, Banter and flirting and snark - oh myyy - UST!, accidental kissing, intentional kissing (just really a lot of kissing), Epistolary elements, Auror Harry, Humor, dancing, weird plotty stuff ‘cause I can’t help myself, mentions of childhood trauma and previously-made sexual threats, wanking, oral sex, anal fingering, anal sex, rimming (omfg I just realized I forgot that in my AO3 tags!), intergluteal sex, semi-public sex. Summary: On the cusp of a promotion, Harry needs a little help with his image. Enter Draco Malfoy — who doesn't really do that, Potter — to whip him into shape… and make him feel things he hasn't for a very long time. Featuring: odd jobs, surprising chemistry, lots of accidental kissing, the Prophet living up to type, owls exhausted by the carrying of dirty letters, a secret no one can talk about, a merry band of Slytherins (none of whom really approve), and an enchanted mirror (who really, really does).

Author’s Notes: For @m4g0rtz. I’ve wanted to write for you for the LONGEST time, sweets.  Your comments before we met always made me absolutely light up, and then I got to know you and I realized you’re just as fabulous as you seemed. Your friendship has meant so much to me from the beginning, and this fest gave me the perfect excuse to say so in fic; I hope you can forgive my sneakiness while I wrote this for you. lolol.

A huge thanks to my lovely betas, @lqtraintracks and @coriesocks. You guys were both so effing patient with me and both so encouraging and helpful - you made this like a zillion times better than it would have been otherwise. <333333

And a huge thanks to the mods, too, for running such a fun, wonderful fest!

Excerpt (under the cut):

It was one of the most fundamental truths of Harry’s life: as soon as things were going well, everything would turn to shit.

You’re a wizard, Harry — just be on guard for that murderer hunting you. You have a godfather, Harry — but be careful not to get too attached to him. From his relationship with Ginny (which never got back off the ground after the war) to his life after defeating Voldemort (which would never resemble anything approaching normal), there was always some sort of caveat. Privately, he called it “End of the School Year Syndrome.”

The fact that this time it had actually been scheduled for late June was simply ironic.

“That’s not even six weeks away,” Hermione said, frowning.

“Your confidence in me is inspirational,” Harry said. “And the maths isn't really what I’m having a problem with.” He took the invitation back from her and re-buried his face in one of the sofa pillows. It smelled a little like feet and Ron’s deodorant, as though Ron had Transfigured it into a footstool and then only had time to hastily return it to form and freshen it with a charm before Hermione saw and got on him again about just using one of their existing footstools. Harry tossed it to the floor, face smooshing against the sofa cushion as he blindly reached out in search of another pillow. He heard Hermione huff just as one hit him on the back of the head. Harry shoved it under his face. “Thanks,” he said, muffled.

There was a beat of silence, and then Hermione sighed and rested her hand against the back of his head. “How long do you need to sulk?” she asked, stroking her fingers through his hair.

Harry slumped a little deeper. “Five weeks.”

“I’ll give you until Ron gets back with dinner,” she said, more to herself than him. "And for goodness’ sake, Harry, at least take off your glasses.”

Harry managed to take them off without lifting his head or breaking them — proof, he supposed, that he wasn’t entirely incompetent. Hermione took them from his hand and rose with a final, fluttering pat on his shoulder blade. Harry exhaled and tried to consider his options, but was quickly lulled by the drum of the rain on the windowpanes and the pop of the fire. He listened to Hermione putter around her kitchen and relaxed; more than for the advice or commiseration, this was why he’d come, if he was honest. Ron and Hermione’s cottage was homey, calm, most of their furniture crafted from Ron’s magic, the air inside scented by the lavender Hermione had planted in the beds below their windows. Harry missed the company, and the lived-in quality of the tiny flat they’d shared before Ron and Hermione moved out, the distracted mess of three people training for unrelated careers, always someone either there or about to be.

He liked the flat he'd moved into on his own just fine, but working the hours he did left it with a silent, sterile quality he could never seem to get rid of, even when he left the wireless on or avoided laundry for a few days. He’d tried to spruce it up more than once, but Neville wouldn’t even let him buy plants anymore, not after the Solicitous Succulents he’d brought over on Boxing Day — When they bloom, they emit soothing pheromones! You can’t kill them, they barely need any attention! — had weaponised their thorns within an hour of Nev’s arrival; a defensive measure they took when they were in danger of drying out, Neville told him later, and one he’d thought was a myth.

The sound of Ron’s Apparition to their front door roused Harry from his reverie, but he didn’t get up. He heard the rustle of takeaway being opened and dished out, a low hum of murmurs, and his own name — and then Ron shouted, “What the bloody fuck?” and stomped, fuming, into the parlour. “They’re not going to give it to you?”

Harry pushed up from his prone position and shrugged as Ron glowered down at him. “They might,” he said. “Robards said they might still.”

“Give over,” Ron said, and Harry dutifully scooted to make space. Ron threw himself down onto the sofa. “It’s utter shit, Harry.”

“I know.”

“He’s been telling you that job’s yours for… for years!”

“I know.”

“You’ve worked longer hours and closed more cases than anyone in the entire department!” Ron said. His outrage was soothing, both to Harry’s temper and his self-esteem, and a grateful smile tugged at Harry’s lips.

“I know,” he said again.

"You should just run," Ron spat. "Hermione's been saying it, we'll organise a campaign--"

"We'd have no time to prepare for it now. Besides, even if I wanted to, it would look… wrong. Robards would step aside, but… He didn't even have to run in the last election five years ago, and and no one's ever won who wasn't backed by both the exiting Head Auror, the Minister, and at least half the Wizengamot," Harry said, shaking his head when Ron took another deep breath and opened his mouth. “And anyway, Robards said it's not as simple at that.”

“The age thing again?”

Harry scowled. “I wish.”

Twice before, Robards had put off retiring when certain members of the Wizengamot had made it plain that, no matter Harry’s accomplishments to date, they had no intention of promoting someone barely into their twenties to the position of Head Auror. Trying not to take issue with their reasoning — or the extra work Robards piled on him to make a point of his capabilities — Harry’d not made a single complaint as his twenty-third and twenty-fourth birthdays ticked by. But with every successfully closed case since, Robards had assured him that by his twenty-fifth he’d have his promotion.

And then he’d called Harry in for a meeting today, offering Harry a drink before he’d even sat down.

Ron made a disgruntled sound and folded his arms across his chest. “What’s the problem this time?”

“As I was trying to tell you, husband-mine,” Hermione said dryly, walking in and levitating three plates behind her, “It's supposedly Harry.”

“What's Harry?” Ron asked, shooting her a sheepish look. He lifted two of the plates from midair, passing one over to Harry. The salty grease of Ron’s selection — fish and chips — teased at Harry’s senses and he tried to recall when he ate last. Breakfast, probably.

“The problem,” Hermione said, taking her own plate and sitting between them. “It’s Harry.”

“And I’m supposed to be the tactless one,” Ron stage-whispered to him.

“I’m not a problem,” Harry said, pulling a wounded face at Hermione.

She made a little sound of protest. “I didn’t—”

“Arguing with her never ends well,” Ron said. “You might as well just get on board with being a problem, capital P.”

“I don’t want to be a Problem,” Harry said. He turned beseeching eyes at Hermione. “Couldn’t I be something like Trouble instead?”

Ron nodded sagely. “You’ve got enough experi—”

“Oh my god, fine!” Hermione said, dropping her utensils on her plate. Cheered by the clear exasperation on her face, Harry laughed and looked at Ron, who popped three chips in his mouth and quirked her an unrepentant grin. Hermione rolled her eyes and elbowed Ron, but the look she shot him was fond and warm. “Hush, or you’ll end up with your own problem — with a capital P,” she said warningly. She turned back to Harry. “There is a point to be considered about your image, that's not wrong.”

“Hermione!” Ron said, but Hermione looked at Harry steadily, waiting. Expectant.

Harry frowned, effectively distracted from distracting himself. He squeezed a lemon wedge over his fish and opened a packet of vinegar, sprinkling it over his chips to buy some time.

“Well, it's not right,” he said at length.

“No, I know,” Hermione said, gaze softening.

“All right, can someone actually explain then?” Ron asked, waving his fork at each of them in turn and then stabbing, a little viciously, into his fish.

“It’s me. My conduct outside of work isn’t ‘befitting a senior Ministry position,’” he quoted, sounding sullen to his own ears. “The way I talk to the press, or the way I avoid them. Maybe both. The Head Auror is responsible for releasing public statements, and you know me.”

“So?” Ron said, brows drawing together. “You’re a little short-tempered with them, so what? S’not like they’re ever asking you about cases, are they? It’s always about who you’re seeing, or was that really your bum in those pictures. It’s been almost three years since you hexed one of them. Just write up the statements and release them that way.”

“There’s other things, too,” Harry said. He flushed. “The way I am with the public—”

“You’re great with the public!” Ron said, starting to look angry again. “You talk to every kid you meet, you donate, you—”

“I lose my temper with people, though.” Harry took a breath. “I arrested that man last year who wouldn’t leave me alone—”

“He was trying to shove his hand down the back of your trousers!” Ron sputtered.

“—and that whole thing in the Prophet questioning how much of an asset I could be to the Ministry when my name got in the way of my job… Well, it got a lot of traction,” Harry said. He looked down at his plate, stomach suddenly churning. “And whenever I go to public events, I stay on the sidelines, or I’m accidentally rude to some diplomat—”

“That happened twice!”

“Four times.” Harry grimaced. “More, really. Apart from little things like spilling wine all over Ireland’s Minister for Magic or insulting that envoy from Brazil by having to leave early when I got sick off the Firerolls they served at their event, apparently my dress robes are all wrong, I’ve not once used the correct fork, I may as well eat my feet for how often they’re in my mouth, and I refuse to dance, no matter who’s asking.”

“Well you’re not good at it!” Ron fairly yelled, getting so red in the face his freckles were barely visible. “How the bloody hell can anyone blame you after what happened last time!”

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Interwoven Tales Pt. I

This was never supposed to happen, but it did. This is the first part of a crack short series that I’m writing about the same characters from my different stories interacting. It’s amazing how this all started yesterday. Right, so this one is about the Hermione’s from Fall Through Time, A Dalliance In Time, and Time Travel? Piece of Cake. meeting and having a conversation.

It’s a fanfic about my fanfic...how did this happen?!

   A benevolent overseer has chosen for three individuals of similar names but from vastly different walks of life to be placed in a forest together. Lint glints through the treetops, there is a susurrus through the leaves as the tree branches sway. The distant sound of small woodland creatures going about their lives can be heard all around them.

   "Not so benevolent if you fucking plopped us here. On top of that, where the fuck is here?" A raven haired witch with hazel green eyes asks. The girl's voluminous curls tumble down her back, a buoyant and dark, yet beautiful mess. She's wearing a pair of red hot pants, and a loose and airy white blouse that has one too many buttons undone, so that the swell of her chest is showing. Her feet are bare.

    "Language," one of the other witches' scowls. Honey brown curls whose length rivals that of the other girl, brown eyes that swirl with copper. She smells distinctly of caramel and vanilla. As a matter of fact, the scent of vanilla is so strong as it swirls around the three witches that it is almost overwhelming with their sensitive noses.

   She is wearing a lavender sundress that brushes her knees and gently blows about her legs in the breeze, and on her feet are pair of black boots she'd nicked from her boyfriend's best mate.

   "I agree, who gave you the right to plop us here against our will?" The third witch snarls, gesturing wildly. She also had honey brown curls, but they are nowhere near as long. There is amber sparking in her eyes as she grimaces up at the impossibly blue sky. With a groan she drops her hands to her sides, and immediately begins to adjust her black leather jacket. Cropped Pink Floyd band shirt, her hair is pulled up into a high ponytail, she's wearing black leather pants and on her feet are black combat boots.

   "Where are your shoes?" Lavender dress asks, "and what happened to your hair and eyes...you are me, aren't you? Or at least another version of me?"

   "Do you want a prize or something?" The first witch drawls. "Let's get this out of the way now shall we? So we can focus on more important things...like getting the 'benevolent' jerk to let us return to our own stories."

   "Get what out of the way?" The brunette in the leather jacket asks curiously, and she resumes her anxious gnawing on her bottom lip.

   "Introductions," the raven haired girl answers, hands on her hips as she peers into the forest in front of them.

   The trees almost seem to thicken, and it gives the impression that they are well within the depths of the forest. None of them would be surprised if a wicked witch skipped into their small clearing right now; attempting to lure the trio back to her house made of candy where she would fatten them up to eat.

   They are all fairly petite, but each one of them is a formidable force that one does not wish to anger. That is all to say that there's no guarantee that they wouldn't merely dispatch of the wicked witch on sight. A fact the benevolent author knows, so she shall not even bother writing that interaction—watching them bicker is far more entertaining.

   "My name is Hermione Jean Potter née Granger. Draco Malfoy and I somehow travelled back into the past, and arrived just before the Marauders first year.

   We integrated ourselves by taking a De-Aging potion so that in every way and fashion we were eleven again. Still had all of our memories intact, but the...edge had been taken off I guess you could say.

   We then anchored charms to our magical cores to change our appearance, and we were adopted by Dorea and Charlus Potter. James Potter is my brother, and even though Draco is also a Potter...we are not siblings...and we're together."

   The other two Hermione's jaws drop.

   "Do the trees over there look kind of shiny to you?" The witch finishes, tilting her head to the side.

   "So...that's a lot to unpack. You're dating Draco Malfoy?" Lavender dress Hermione asks, mouth agape.

   "Potter." The witch corrects before she turns back to her doppelgangers. "Really? That's all you garnered from that?"

   "No. I was getting to the rest—"

   "Hold it! I want to hear this. You—" leather jacket Hermione points at raven haired Hermione, before continuing, "—are dating Draco? How did that happen?"

   "That's quite a long story, the in between involved me dating Remus, and Draco dating Marlene...I was Sirius's first kiss...uhhh, and oh yea, I made out with Smith and Draco got pissed, and that's how we ended up together."

   "That sounds utterly mental," Hermione that smells of caramel says, blinking rapidly as if she can't believe everything she's hearing. She folds her arms, then unfolds them. She begins to play with the hem of her skirt, but quickly ceases as a thought comes to the forefront of her mind. "You dated Remus?"

   It almost sounds like an innocent question, but Hermione Potter recognises that tone. She often uses it to mask her annoyance. Not that she often hides it, she doesn't care if people know she's upset with them or not; normally it's cause they're doing stupid shit.

   "Yes," Hermione Potter replies carefully, measuring her words.

   "Odd, you smell like him," leather jacket Hermione Granger murmurs, sniffing the air around lavender dress Hermione.

   "I should think so. I was with him...before I was here," the other Hermione Granger says. A frown marrs her features. "Do you think we should be trying to get out of here?"

   "Maybe. I think we'll probably only be allowed to leave when the one who controls our fates and everyday lives says we can," Hermione Potter shrugs, and with a resigned sigh, she plops down onto the lush grass. She lets her head fall back, her eyes flutter shut, and she drinks in the sun that is gleaming down onto them.

   "It's just that the timing of this is rather inconvenient. We are meant to go after the locket horcrux tomorrow...I am assuming you both know about the horcruxes," the eldest Hermione—the one in lavender who smells of caramel—says with pursed lips.

   Hermione Potter's eyes snap open almost violently, "can we not talk about horcruxes? I know where all of them are, or well, where they will be…but I can't do anything because of that manipulative cunt, Dumbledick."

   There is a lull in conversation, a thick pause, and then leather jacket Hermione says, "we just destroyed the locket in my dimension...and what did your Dumbledore do?"

   Hermione Potter peers at the other girl, "huh. I'm not sensing any animosity towards the Old Codger. Yours must not have been as bad then."

   Leather jacket Hermione snorts, "he wasn't a Saint...but he wasn't terrible, he told us quite a bit before he died."

   "Lucky," Hermione Potter and the other Hermione Granger say simultaneously. There is a silent understanding that passes between them.

   "Well my Dumbledore is still alive..." The eldest of them offers, but from the disgruntled expression on her face, it is made abundantly clear that she holds no love for the man. "Manipulative fucker," she curses under her breath. The other two hear it due to their heightened hearing.

   "Well, I gave you the cliff notes of my current situation, I think it's your turn, Princess," Hermione Potter says, though it comes out as more of a demand. Her gaze is latched onto lavender dress Hermione.

   "Harry, Ron and I were at Grimmauld Place, and then a white light —it was blinding really—came out of nowhere, swallowed us whole and sent us back to 1979.

   It's kind of complicated, but in the beginning we figured out that Peter was already a traitor, and now he's in Azkaban.

   Lily and James got engaged and married...and I fell in love with Remus John Lupin—my mate—and his infuriating lip ring.

   Far too much has happened since, but those are some of the bigger events that have transpired.

   Oh, and I guess you'll like this—Dorea challenged Dumbledore to a duel, and she won." Lavender Hermione informs them, a smug smile on her face as she finishes her statement.

   "Mum duelled Dumbledick? Oh, I would have loved to see that," Hermione Potter hums a quaint, charming tune. "Jamie and Lils got married? That's terrific," a content smile is on her face, but it falters a little as her mind begins to travel forward to the fatw set in stone for her brother and her Lily Potter née Evans.

   "James and Lily are dating in my dimension," leather jacket Hermione—who as determined by the benevolent author shall henceforth be referred to as Kitten—chips in.

   "So it's just mine that are dancing around each other like they don't want to snog each other senseless? Ugh. Of course," Hermione Potter groans. Then she pauses, and she sticks her tongue in her cheek for a brief moment before asking, "when you say in your dimension...does that mean you travelled back in time as well? I just realised we haven't asked you much as of yet."

   "Not exactly. Sirius, James and Remus performed a blood magic ritual that caused them to travel forward in time and space—and into another dimension—" Kitten is about to continue, but gets cut off by Hermione Potter, who looks livid.

   "They did what? I'm going to kill them."

   Kitten clears her throat, "right. Ah, carrying on swiftly. They arrived and caused quite a bit of a stir.

   We ended up all going to Potter Manor, which had been unoccupied for years with the exception of Mipsy."

   "Mipsy?" Hermione Potter's eyes lit up, gleaming with happiness. 

   "Mipsy," The third Hermione repeats. The expressions on their faces indicates that they each have different relationships with the House Elf.

   "Then Lily did the same ritual and came after the boys...a lot of crazy things happened. I fell in love with Sirius Black—the younger one—we ended up saving Draco, who is my good friend, from killing Dumbledore. Some more crazy things, and now Dorea, Charlus and Peter have appeared in the present."

   "You said the younger Sirius, so the older Sirius is still alive?" Elder Hermione (the nineteen year old) that smells of caramel asks.

   "Yea. Yours wasn't?"

   "Not in my old dimension. Sirius, Tonks, Remus, Fred...and far too many others died."

   There is a somber moment as that information settles over all of them, as they all drink it in.

   "You mentioned Harry and Ron went with you to the past?" Hermione Potter asks quietly, a slight vulnerable tremble to her tone. Which is an odd sight on the confident and appearingly unshakable witch.

   "That's right."

   Hermione Potter inhales a shuddering breath, "Godric, I miss them so much. It's been almost six years since I last saw them. James looks just like Harry, or Harry looks like James, however you want to qualify it...but it's unfair to either of them to compare them as they are so different...and Ron. Fuck. Most days I can't remember what he looks like."

   “How does…what’s it like not having them with you?” Caramel Hermione asks.

   “Dreadful, it felt like piece of me was missing in the beginning. Then, the pain of not having them with you…it slowly gets better, and one day…I’m going to see them again one day,” Hermione Potter says with heavy conviction. There is uncertainty threaded throughout her tone, and her bottom lip is trembling, although, that may just be the trick of the light.

   “Are you okay?” Kitten asks.

  “Yea, fine,” Hermione Potter responds, clears her throat, gruffly wipes away the single tear that had rolled down her cheek, and then changes the topic. “So, Lavender. Does Remus do that thing…you know, that thing?”

   ��I refuse to answer that,” Hermione Granger with Remus Lupin as a mate (and a lovely lip ring) says whilst rolling her eyes. The benevolent overseer is now tiring of trying to distinguish her by smell, so from now on she shall be identified by the alias, ‘Lavender’. Hermione Potter approves.

   “That’s a yes,” Potter laughs lightly, it’s a breathy joyous sound. With a content sigh, she lies back in the grass, extending her hands above her head. “I wonder if I can get my Remus to pierce his lip, he’d look smashing with a lip ring.” The witch says the last part more to herself than anything.

   “You’re ridiculous,” Lavender says, but there’s a gentle smile on her face. “This may seem like it’s coming out of the blue, but are you both animagi?”

   “Yupp,” Potter and Kitten reply in unison, and they both share a bright grin, and Potter sends a wink Kitten’s way.

   “Same here. I’m a…wolf,” Lavender says, and there is a hesitance to her words, as if she can sense their reactions from a mile away. Though she supposes she can, they are her after all. Different iterations from drastically different dimensions, but still her.

   “You’re shitting me. WHAT?! Were you just built to be your Remus’s mate? Fuck,” Potter bolts into a sitting position and flings her arms out to the side in excitement.

   “Language—“

   “I think that’s amazing,” Kitten interjects, excitedly grabbing Lavender’s hand and squeezing it tightly.

   “I’m a fox,” Potter jumps in, a broad grin growing on her face as Kitten’s eyes widen and she exclaims, “you’re kidding! So am I!”

   “Sirius calls me Miss Vixen when he’s trying to annoy me,” Kitten growls, brow furrowing as she places her hands on her hips. Sparks fly from the tips of her hair as she thinks about the nickname; Kitten, Pet, Mione, she can live with all of them, but she detests Miss Vixen.

   “You too? That’s what the fuckers put as my name on the Marauders Map,” Potter groans, shaking her head.

   Hermione Potter suddenly looks at Lavender with an odd expression, her eyes narrow and she says, "you have a sealed pack bond."

   "So do you, I can see it. Though the threads are thin and silvery, not golden like they normally are," Lavender says, her eyes now swirling with fiery copper.

   "Was it as much for you as it was for me?" Hermione Potter asks with an audacious wink.

   "It always comes back to something raunchy for you doesn't it?" Lavender smirks, there's almost an affectionate quality to her expression.

   "You have no idea," Potter chuckles.

   Kitten has been patiently awaiting her turn, and quickly asks, with wide eyes, "you two can see bonds?"

   "Yea, normally it's only when I'm consciously thinking about it...plus my eyes have to shift first," Hermione Potter answers, her eyes are glowing. "It seems like your pack still has an unsealed bond, sweetness."

   “Well—“ Kitten starts, but halts when she realises her hand is slightly translucent.

   “What’s happening?” Potter frowns, glancing around, and notices that she too is fading from existence, blurring around the edges.

   “I think we’re being sent back to our stories,” Lavender guesses astutely. The benevolent overseer takes note of this, and smiles.

   “I guess this is goodbye,” Kitten says, a touch soberly. This has been bizarre, but at the same time, somewhat pleasant.

   “Knowing the sadistic motherfucker in charge of our stories, I wouldn’t be so sure about that,” Hermione Potter snorts loudly, whilst flipping off the sky. Just before she disappears entirely, she yells, “more like see you later. It was nice meeting you gorgeous ladies!”

   Then she’s gone.

   “She does know she just complimented herself right?” Kitten smirks, then pulls Lavender in for a hug. “I hope I get to see you two again, this was fun. When I get back to my story, I need to tease Draco about how in a different life we could be together, and then I need to shag my boyfriend.”

   Lavender lets out a light peal of laughter, "the two of you are certainly a handful."

   Then, as if their souls are operating on the same wavelength, the two witches simply disappear all at once.

   The scene flickers, a bird’s chirping cuts off abruptly in a sort of choking harsh noise as the bird winks from existence. The light fades until it is bleak and grey. The plants wither. The air is stale and dry, as if the life is being sucked out of it. Then, it all goes dark.

Tagging some persons who may be interested: @sparkleme26 @weestarmeggie17 @littleredsiren3101 @owlways-and-forever @acciovodka @for-witchcraft-and-wizardry @inmuddywaters 

(I honestly don’t know who else to tag or who would be interested in this mess of a post, but here ya go. I already have ideas for two more of these including the Hermione’s, but it will have to wait for me to get farther in all the stories cause SPOILERS.)

If anyone has any suggestions for any of the characters they may want to see in this weird neutral space I’ve created, then let me know ;)

[serenefreakgeek]

Do you know off any Drarry fics where Draco is being a huge flirt? Or maybe where Harry is being a huge flirt?

Ok I will admit to taking this WAY too seriously. Here is a pile I’ve gathered of fics, I hope you like them! [If any links don’t work, tell me and I’ll try to fix it ASAP]

Short fics where Harry is a huge flirt:

Operation: S.M.W.L.N.T.E.T.H.S.P: Typically, notes from admirers would bring smiles to one's face or even lift their mood. It might make their day or even their week. It was a sign of a romantic at heart and even considered sweet. However, Draco Malfoy doesn't do sweet. If he got one more note saying he looked radiant or beautiful, he was going to kill someone. Literally. His secret admirer better stay a secret before he cursed them into oblivion... right after he figured out how to stop blushing. Rated: T Words: 8118 [Really recommend this one! Not only is it an amazing fic, but it was written by an amazing author&friend of mine @xx-thedarklord-xx ]

Keep It:  Draco Malfoy, the owner of a handmade jewelry shop, is in the middle of lunch when Harry Potter comes in with an order and those damn comments. Or Harry is smitten and adorable. [mentions of non-dead potters] Rated: T Words: 2867

If I could only forget:  A class accident leaves Harry with no memory of anybody. Including a beautiful blond boy everyone hates, but Harry wants anyway. Rated: M Words: 11082 [Explicit Sexual Content]

Hey Potter:  Harry returns to Hogwarts for his 8th year, determined not to let Malfoy get to him. But when the snarky teasing starts up again, Harry finds that returning the jibes with compliments has a far more interesting outcome. Rated: M Words: 16024 [Contains Alcohol drinking]

Short fics where Draco is a huge flirt:

Not a blind date: Person A is apparently stood up until Person B comes to the rescue. But then Person C shows up and gets what he deserves for being a prick in the first place. Rated t for a bit of language. Rated: T Words: 2156

Winning Hearts, Stealing Snitches: The snitch fluttered in front of his fingertips. Just one inch further and he’d have it. The snitch would be his. Gryffindor would win, only by 30 points – the Slytherin chasers were impressive this season – but still a win all the same. Harry shifted his body as far forward as he dared – careful not to tilt the broom forward and lose his balance. He strained his arm to grasp –“Merlin, Potter, I’ve never noticed how good you look from behind before.” Rated: M Words: 2464 [Explicit Sexual Content]

Life Is The Flower (For Which Love Is the Honey):  The Malfoy Manor lands are lush and verdant. Bees hover over carpets of flowers, and ducks paddle in the pond. It is a place far removed from bustling London and pesky reporters; it is a place where Harry finds what—and who—he didn’t know he was missing. Rated: T Words: 15462

Long fic where Harry is a huge flirt:

Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended:  Three years after the war, Harry is lost, drifting, and feeling left behind. In an effort to get control of his life, he commits to cleaning out Grimmauld Place top-to-bottom and forcing it to be a home, whether it likes it or not. The rotten old house is stuffed full of antiques, and Harry is shocked to discover none other than Draco Malfoy running the local antique shop. Malfoy is polite -- too polite, and Harry soon finds himself with a mission: to annoy and bother Malfoy with the most hideous, absurd antiques he can find. But along the way, Harry comes to appreciate Draco, his work, and the power of connecting to the people who came before him. It's a hard lesson, but Harry learns that if he wants to build a future, he has to reconnect to his past, and Draco might just be the one to help him do it. Rated: E Words: 46653 [Explicit Sexual Content]

Long fic where Draco is a huge flirt:

I’ll Follow You Into the Dark: Twenty-one-year-old Harry Potter didn't have much, but he worked hard for what he did have. His life was simple: wake up, go to work, pay bills, feed his cat, feed himself, sleep. Simple...until one day when a blonde-haired man dressed to the nines slips into the pub Harry works at and offers him a job that turns his mundane life on its head. Draco Malfoy might be attractive and alluring (not to mention great in bed), but the deeper Harry falls into his world, the more he can't help but wonder if the rumors surrounding the Malfoy's ties to organized crime are true. Rated: E Words: 130384 [NOT COMPLETED- 30/? chapters, Non-magical AU, Explicit Sexual Content]

Fics where Both boys flirt

The Sunlight Of Your Company: Instead of Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is to be isolated in an unknown forest for a total of ten years. Every month, a new Auror is stationed in the cabin, ostensibly to keep an eye on him. It’s now Harry’s turn to be the Auror on duty. Harry has expectations on how his month will go, how weak Malfoy would be after six years away from civilisation, the pity Harry would feel for him. They might even settle into something friendly-like. Except, Harry should have realised that it was Malfoy, and that things never went to plan when Malfoy was involved. Rated: T Words: 19119

Shades Of You: Draco certainly never intended to be a style consultant for the seriously fashion challenged, but after the war and the reparations his family had to pay, it was clear he would need to earn a living. However, if having to earn a living meant he got to admire Potter’s arse and shoulders in well-fitted clothes, it wasn’t that bad. Or was it? Rated: E Words: 11645 [Explicit Sexual Content]

Bonus:

In [Harry Potter's] Heartbeat: Thanks to a spell invented by Hermione, Harry Potter's romantic feelings have been brought to life in the form of annoying little floating heart that insists upon dragging Harry towards none other than his crush, Draco Malfoy. Based on the animated short, In a Heartbeat, by Beth David and Esteban Bravo. Rated: Not Rated (T or friendlier) Words: 2302 [Based on an Adorable animation that I just love!]