#used other pairings outside of drarry

[wolfpants]

fic complete: terrible people (a drarry fic)

This fic is now complete! Thank you so much to everyone who has had a hand in helping me get this to the finish line, and especially to @getawayfox and @citrusses for all of your betaing and alphaing advice! And to everyone who has been reading along as we've been posting - we love you! It's been so exciting to see all of your comments in our inboxes these past few weeks.

Terrible People | Rated E | 52.8k words

Fic by @wolfpants | Art by @getawayfox

Draco finds it a little too easy then to slot himself in against Harry from behind. Their touches are turning more frequent, more thoughtless. A swipe of an arm here, a press of fingertips there. Brushing hair from eyes. Standing close. Resting chins against shoulders, palms against hips. They don’t kiss, or hold hands. Not outside of fucking. But all of these other touches, these little intimacies—it’s a harmful temptation, in all manners of meaning, but it’s a temptation Draco cannot, and will not, get enough of. Delicious little sips here and there of Harry. A fantasy that can live and die on holiday, as is the fate of most wonderful, disastrous, ill-judged things.

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right? Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

Tags: EWE, minor Harry/Charlie, past Draco/Zacharias, background relationships, romcom, meddling friends, beach holidays, cruises, clubbing and bars, truth or dare, Healer!Draco, sports media mogul!Harry, FWB, FWB to lovers, miscommunication, idiots in love, recreational drug use, drinking, smoking, a veritable cocktail of Muggle and Wixen tech, forced proximity, smut and smut tags in the work

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[mxlfoydraco]

hey! pretty new to the fandom and I’m looking for some specific fic that I cannot find through the tags on ao3. so I’m hoping you would be the place to ask, if not no worries <3 so I’m looking for drarry fic where they are at least 30 years old. like that's it, I just really love when they're older and find each other. if you happen to to know any good ones id love to hear. hope you have a good day!

I think they are 30 and/or over 30 in these but also the cut off can be iffy so be nice to me and nod along if there's a late 20s or sth in the mix

Make Me a Headline (I Want to Be That Bold) by @dictacontrion (31k)

Draco never expected to see Harry doing that again. Especially with someone else, in a grainy photograph that's landed on his desk one Monday morning.

Pocket Full of Starlights (Never Let It Fade Away) by @femmequixotic and @noeeon (46k)

When Scorpius Malfoy and Jamie Potter meet at Quidditch camp, they take an instant dislike to each other. Then they discover their lives are more connected than they could possibly imagine. 

A Private Reason for This by @femmequixotic (92k)

When the wife of a star politician in the Scottish Ministry turns up dead just outside Hogsmeade, Draco Malfoy and his murder investigation team are called in from the Edinburgh Auror force to find her killer. What DCI Malfoy doesn't expect, however, is to have an ex from two decades past end up in his murder room, endangering not only his case, but also his heart.

The One You Feed by @sweet-s0rr0w (10k)

Draco's been a werewolf for almost twenty years now, and he's an expert in helping new werewolves adapt to the change. He's seen it all before - or so he thinks, until his newest client, a recently turned Harry Potter, arrives on his doorstep.

Paper Rings by @lettersbyelise (50k)

When Harry’s in need of a divorce lawyer, he has no choice but to turn to the best in the trade. Draco Malfoy’s reputation for discretion is flawless, and his track record for winning cases is close to perfect. But he’s also ruthless, passionate, and as infuriating as ever, and the brief relationship he and Harry had in Eighth Year still feels painfully fresh despite two decades spent apart. What Harry and Draco used to be is all in the past. And surely they can work together in these new, emotionally charged circumstances without falling in love all over again… can’t they?

Number Seven by sara_holmes (253k)

Harry already has small children, an ex-wife, annoying colleagues and an international crime ring to deal with. So when Draco Malfoy reappears after eight years AWOL in France, of course Harry is going to leave him well alone… Right?

Turn by Saras_Girl (306k)

One good turn always deserves another. Apparently.

Blood and Fire by @lqtraintracks (44k)

Harry has spent the last twelve years in Romania, not returning to England as often as he knows he should. It's complicated. But when Ginny asks him to be her best man and help her plan her wedding, he can't say no. Having a reckoning with his choices, with himself, won't be easy. To say nothing of seeing Draco again.

All Life is Yours to Miss by Saras_Girl (114k)

Professor Malfoy’s world is contained, controlled, and as solitary as he can make it, but when an act of petty revenge goes horribly awry, he and his trusty six-legged friend are thrown into Hogwarts life at the deep end and must learn to live, love and let go.

Historians by @oknowkiss (29k)

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

Take a Sad Song (And Make it Better) by @femmequixotic (48k)

The last thing Harry wants is to lose his kids.

Albus Getting Married by @violetclarity(6k)

Albus and Scorpius are getting married, and they’ve put Harry and Draco in charge of the reception. Which is fine with Harry. Really, it is. He’s not holding on to childhood grudges anymore...but he can’t stop thinking about that one kiss. And dating your son’s fiancé’s father is really, really not on.

The Wonder of You by @ladderofyears (72k)

A Family Man AU. In the year 2000, Harry left Draco behind in London, intent on America and Quidditch fame and never looked back. Thirteen years later, Harry gets the opportunity to see what his life could have been like, had his life unravelled in a different way. Nothing in Harry’s world is the same, but Harry soon comes to realise that fatherhood, marriage and the biggest, laziest Crup in Hogsmeade add to up a life he enjoys more than he could ever have imagined.

The Man Who Lived by @e-sebastian (253k)

Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.

Set in New York twelve years after the war.

Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (95k)

When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s.

A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.

Are You Mine? series by gracerene (91k)

A trilogy of fics set in an Epilogue-Compliant Harry Potter 'Verse, with various accompanying time-stamps and one-shots. Fics are in chronological order.

*They are first together younger and then get back together later

Shibboleths by @lol-zeitgeistic (109k)

Muggle Immersion co-Professor Harry Potter spends his days hanging with his son, reading to his “dog,” teaching magical kids about the internet with his cousin Dudley, and irritating Snape’s portrait. He’s understandably annoyed when his cosy life is interrupted by the Headmistress hiring on Draco Malfoy to be Hogwarts’ new Ancient Magical Cultures and Spellcasting professor. But then the explosion happens, and it turns out they’ll all need Malfoy’s knowledge if they want the magical world to survive. The one with the scary things and Professor Dudley.

when by now and tree by leaf by @aibidil (46k)

When Scorpius Malfoy is saying goodbye to his dying mother, he doesn't expect to hear her confess, "Your father slept with another man and became pregnant with you." Grappling with his grief and his identity, Scorpius sets out to discover his other father, who it turns out has a lighting-shaped scar and no idea that Scorpius exists.

When Times are Dire by @aibidil (130k)

Magical Britain is screwed, and it’s once again up to Harry to save it. This time, by marrying Draco Malfoy.

Father of the Bride by November Snowflake (29k)

Harry’s little girl is getting married, and the identity of her chosen suitor is about to open up a world of complications—for better and for worse.

Harry Potter and the Great Cat Caper by @kbrick (78k)

Harry's lonely in the aftermath of his divorce. Except for the weekends that he has the kids, Harry's cooking gourmet meals for one in his big, empty farmhouse, with only his seven cats for company. Until, that is, Harry finds Al and Lily playing with Scorpius Malfoy in the front yard, and learns that Draco Malfoy is his closest wizarding neighbor. Oh, and also, Harry's favorite cat is stolen (multiple times!) by someone who had the audacity to put a sparkly pink collar on her, with a nametag that reads "Plumeria Seraphin Snugglybug". These things (Malfoy and the cat-snatching) may or may not be related. Featuring: a cat-loving Harry who loves to cook, has playdates with Pansy Parkinson, and tends to rap when he's wasted, and good-dad Draco Malfoy who's still a prat, albeit an irritatingly attractive and charming one. Also featuring: a slew of adorable children, a stolen cat named Stormy, copious amounts of sexual tension, divorce betting pools, amoral yet charismatic Slytherins, peeping-tom Harry, foot massages given while under the influence, Harry's first time with a bloke, and did I mention cats?

More Than That by joosetta (10k)

This is a story about two 52 year old men who refuse to age gracefully.

Harry Potter and the elusive day off by @fuckyoupbk (71k)

Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with. Guaritore Christopher Black is an exceptional psychiatrist with a specialisation in sleep disorders. He is also Draco Malfoy in a Glamour. Minister Hermione Granger knows the dangers and the complications, but she needs her best friend back.

And, On The Other Side, A Welcoming Voice by @blamebrampton (38k)

For twenty years, the official history has told readers that Harry Potter died at the Battle of Hogwarts. The next edition is going to require some significant revisions.

Shine, Even in the Darkness by @raitala (41k)

Harry hasn’t seen Draco for over fifteen years, but now he’s showing up everywhere and Harry is sort of weirdly attracted to him, but that can’t be right?

Across the Multiverse by @hsvh-hp (108k)

Thirteen years after the war, Draco Malfoy is quite happily tucked away in the Department of Mysteries as an Unspeakable. When an Auror disappears through a broken Vanishing Cabinet, it presents the perfect opportunity for Draco's research to finally graduate beyond theory. Unfortunately, Harry Potter will also be along for the ride.

I Do Not Love You by Writ_and_romance (228k)

In 2013, a carefully-designed Obliviation leaves Harry reconfiguring his life and identity without any memories of true love; an act that’s essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home. In 2000, Draco had expected Pansy’s relationship with Luna to bring the Gryffindors a bit closer to his orbit of quiet, carefully pacifistic existence, but he never expected to navigate such a transparent embrace into a unit of family, friendship, and love. A mystery, two love stories, and a reminder that learning to love never has an end date.

The Strongest Affinity by @eidheann (17k)

Trouble finding a wand for Scorpius leads Harry and Draco to something they never imagined. Career Choices: Harry: Wandmaker; Draco: Single Father/Hermit

The Beauty of Thestrals and Other Unseen Things by @writcraft (63k)

Harry has terrific friends, an amazing girlfriend and his job as Head Auror enables him to work on challenging cases and Ministry reform. He just wishes he could work out why he’s been so out of sorts. When Draco Malfoy is arrested for gross indecency, Harry’s comfortable life begins to unravel. He’s forced to decide if it’s worth risking everything for love in a world where following his heart is a criminal offence.

The Kisses Don’t Count, If No One Else Knows by oldenuf2nb (41k)

Minister for Magic Harry Potter does not love his job. The one bright point in his life is his secret relationship with Quidditch Super Star Draco Malfoy. When they're 'outed' by a peeping tom with a camera, Harry has to decide what's really important.

The Stars Have Courage by @fantalfart (85k)

Draco waited five long years to watch his husband wake up from a coma. He's not ready to meet a Harry with no memory of anything that happened after he died at The Battle of Hogwarts, twelve years ago.

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals. Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco’s chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep. Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.

[thedrarrylibrarian]

When I think of the soft parts of autumn - crunching leaves and crisp breezes, chai and pumpkin spice - I think of one fic author in particular. I knew coming into fall (officially as of last weekend!) that she had to be a part of the recs! I'm so happy to have the autumn queen herself, @peachpety with us for this month's guest rec!

The Drarry Librarian asked me if I’d like to recommend a fic to kick off this autumn season—the best of all seasons—and of course, I agreed! If you know me, you know that I love autumn…and I love writing our beloved Drarry in any number of fall backdrops and scenarios.

And so here to champion my favorite time of year is a bittersweet, hopeful Halloween short.

Pumpkin Boy, by @stargazing-enby (6,406 words, rated T)

It’s Halloween night, and the line that separates Harry’s world from the one he truly belongs in dissipates when he meets a peculiar, white-blone boy.

Creativity abounds in this fandom, and I am in constant awe at the delightful offshoots and deviations, for many pairings, but especially for my OTP, Drarry. I love the idea of fate linking these two characters, and for me, any fic that explores the What If questions outside canon is fascinating and fun. 

What if…Harry Potter meets and befriends Draco Malfoy before he learns he’s a wizard?

Set during Halloween season, this Pre-Hogwarts fic fatefully throws our two 10-year-old boys together—neither knowing who the other is—to embark on an evening of trick-or-treating on Privet Drive. Doom’s pre-teen characterizations are sweet, funny and authentic. The canon traits that make these characters Draco and Harry remain true, and yet there’s a pureness there that can only exist because they’re untainted by future events and choices. You, dear reader, will be charmed by Draco! And your heart will ache for Harry. The hopeful ending—a Platform 9 ¾ meeting—opens up a slew of possibilities for the years ahead of them at Hogwarts. 

Which is another reason I love these kinds of fics, and this one in particular…imagine the possibilities!

What if…Harry and Draco begin their Hogwarts schooling as friends?

What if…? (And it gets better! There’s fantastic art for this delightful fic! Comic by Artdecielle)

Thank you so much for this sweet rec! I have read it before and you're so right - it's a perfect start to the fall season! I'm so glad you were able to join us and bring a bit of joy. We appreciate your time in bringing us this rec and the bonus art piece, @peachpety!

❤️ As always, if you find a fic you enjoy, please remember to leave the author a kudos or a comment! ❤️

Lots of Love and Happy Friday!

[andithiel]

New fic: Take that ride

Pairing: Drarry Length: 1,6 k Rating: Teen and up Tags: EWE, Getting together, Friends to lovers, Kissing Summary: It’s been three weeks, six days, 19 hours and 37 minutes since Draco fell into Harry’s bed the first time and they still haven’t talked about it. A/N: My first submussion for the @gameofdrarry game Basilisks and Staircases! I went into this thinking that I would only read and rec fics because my 22 WIPs staring at me accusingly don't need more company. And then I got the very broad prompt EWE and had no idea what fic to choose, and then I remembered this idea for a fic (that was more of a vibe) that's been lurking in my brain for quite some time now. I tried to write a little more sensory than usual, to capture that sort of vibe I got when I thought this up (and the same I get when I listen to Dance to this, which inpired this). A million thank yous to my amazing and lovely friend @crazybutgood who helped me beta this despite being sick 💖💖💖

Excerpt:

“Why don’t you do that later? The others are on their way out to the club.”

Harry shrugs and continues putting the glasses away, rinsing them along with wine and cider bottles, taking the occasional sip of his beer. “I don’t know, I prefer to take care of these now so my flat won’t reek of old booze when I get back.”

There’s a ruckus outside and Draco peers out into the hall as Hermione and Pansy, looking for their scarves and mittens, simultaneously trip over some shoes and land in a giggling heap on the floor. He chuckles to himself, and when he turns back to Harry, he’s so close that Draco lets out a soft gasp of surprise.

“Come here.” Harry pulls Draco closer by his belt loops, slotting himself between Draco’s legs. His lips come to rest right at Draco’s pulse point, and Draco’s nose fills with the warm scent of Harry: oak and bourbon vanilla.

“Careful, someone could see us,” Draco says, trying to hide the shivers caused by Harry’s mouth sliding along the side of his neck.

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[harrydracobang]

Drarry Art + Fic: We Were Something (don't you think so?)

Title: We Were Something (don't you think so?) Author: @slyth-princess Artist: @celilasart Pairing(s): Harry/Draco (minor Blaise/Ginny, minor Ron/Hermione, minor or background relationships) Other Key Characters: Ginny, Blaise, Ron, Hermione, Pansy, Luna, Minor Characters Rating: Mature Word Count: 19.4k Art Medium: Digital Art Era: About 10 years post-war, EWE Content/Warnings: Blood and Injury, Anger Issues, Swearing, Drinking, Implied Sexual Content, Fred Weasley Lives, Meddling Friends, Interhouse Unity, Post-War, Minor Angst, Questionable Use of Canon, POV Alternating, POV Outsider, Curse Breaker Draco Malfoy, Shop Owner Harry Potter, Unusual Career, Past Harry Potter/Anthony Goldstein, Getting Back Together, Weddings, Flashbacks, Bars and Pubs, Sexual Tension, Matchmaking Summary: It has been 10 years since Draco Malfoy stepped foot in London. In truth, he would have been happy to never be here again. But when your best friend since birth decides to get married and wants you by his side it isn't as if you can refuse. No matter who you might run into. Get in, get out, and never look back. He's sure he'll be fine.

Harry Potter has always been good about locking away feelings he couldn't deal with. As long as he didn't have to face them he could very easily pretend they never happened. So how was he going to handle seeing a man he had once thought could be his everything for the first time in a decade. Spoiler alert, it does not go the way he planned.

Featuring exs who aren't as sneaky as they think they are, men who don't know how to talk about their feelings, meddling friends who truly have the best intentions at heart, and a whole lot of thirsty Drarry in fancy clothes. Author’s Notes: As my first time doing any Big Bang for this fandom I have to say I couldn't have asked for a better experience. Despite being in the middle of some massive life changes and personal setbacks, I am still very happy with how this story came out. I want to say a massive thank you to all of the mods and other participants who helped drag me limping across the finish line lol. This labor of love would not have been possible without you.

My other two major shout outs are to my amazing editor who everyday acts as cheerleader, shoulder to cry on, drill sergeant, and friend. You make me a better writer every day and I am so grateful <3

Finally, my amazing artist. From the moment I saw this incredible art I knew it was one of my top contenders. I woke up at 5am just to make sure I got what I wanted. I was that much more thrilled when I found out celilasart was my artist. We worked together for the Lights, Camera, Drarry fic just a month prior and I knew it was going to be fun. I was not wrong.

Please give her work all of the love. Additionally, she was kind enough to make me a custom scene breaker. Bonus points to anyone who can figure out the context ;) Artist’s Notes: Thank you to the mods for organising a Reverse Bang after so many years! It was so much fun to be at the starting point of the collaboration process.

I'm so happy that Slyth_Princess saw my art and decided to create a story for it I knew her work from LCDrarry 2022 where she wrote a brilliant fic inspired by "My Big Fat Greek Wedding". When we got matched for the Reverse Bang, we chatted for the next two hours about all of the fandoms we love Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, A, and for giving our boys the happy ending they deserve!

Please check out her writing, it's wonderful!!

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[dontthrowsticksatme]

Life at Victoria Road five

Pairing: Drarry

Rating: T

Word count: 64k

Summary:

With nowhere else to go, a washed-up Harry Potter crashes on Draco Malfoy’s couch, disrupting the domestic life at this fresh dad’s two-bedroom, Muggle walk-up. From his spot on the couch, Harry watches Draco navigate the wonders of fatherhood. Draco, meanwhile, struggles to understand his urge to take care of his former enemy (it must be the paternal instinct).

(Note: this is not an addiction recovery fic. There is an addiction recovery side plot, but I don't know enough to do it justice.)

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Excerpt under the cut :)

Excerpt (960 words):

As Malfoy had promised, the three of them went shopping after breakfast. Scorpius got tucked into Malfoy’s vintage, baby blue pram, and Harry had to shiver in his ragged denim jacket, hunched in the autumn chill, feeling fragile. His head and his muscles still hurt. These days, his head and his muscles always hurt. He squinted against the bright, October sunshine.

Malfoy was whistling to keep the baby entertained. It was a mystery how he'd survived each time they went out, as he only had eyes for the kid instead of their surroundings. It seemed like he intuitively sensed traffic lights and stopped for them without looking. It wasn’t possible, but Harry couldn’t see Malfoy looking up at any point.

‘Potter is an ugly fart,’ Malfoy sang softly to the kid. ‘He makes rock bottom look like art. Remember not to break his heart, or he will surely fall apart. That’s why we all sing: Potter’s an ugly fart.’

‘That makes no sense,’ Harry pointed out, pressing the button for the traffic lights a few more times.

‘Potter looks like he’s in pain,’ Malfoy sang on. ‘That’s because he is insane. Better put him on a train, or on a chain, or he will make us all feel pain.’

Harry sighed.

Malfoy sniggered. ‘You used to get angry.’ He draped himself over the pram to leer at Harry. ‘When I insulted you.’ He seemed entirely comfortable in his tight, woollen jacket, buttoned up over a thin, baby blue sweater that was clearly carefully selected to complement his skin tone and eyes, perhaps even the pram.

‘Yeah…’

Malfoy smirked. Looking around at the blue sky and the orange tops of the trees, he simpered, ‘You missed me, didn’t you?’

The traffic lights turned green, so they walked. ‘Madly,’ grumbled Harry, shoving his hands deep into his pockets and kicking at a flattened coke can.

Malfoy laughed.

When they reached the other side of the road, Malfoy pushed the pram ahead of them. They strolled over to it and he pushed it again. ‘Such a bore, this pram... Imagine if it could fly. If Scorpius could fly around us at his own pace and look at everything around him, not just the stupid sky. Hello, baby!’ Malfoy had reached the pram again and bent over the side to press a kiss at Scorpius’ head. ‘Oh, aren’t you an ugly little fellow! You can’t do shit, can you? No! You can’t!’ Malfoy laughed and wearily pulled the pram behind him as if he were the teenager cleaning up the shopping carts at the local supermarket.

Harry decided to take over the pushing of the pram.

Malfoy immediately took his cue to walk ahead of them, straight-backed like a parade leader. ‘Potter shouldn’t be outside,’ he started chanting again. ‘The last time, all the babies cried. They cried and cried till past Yuletide.’ Malfoy jumped up to break off a branch of a tree and swung it around like it was a baton. ‘Tell the people far and wide, that Potter is out and ready to fight.’ At that last word, he unexpectedly lashed out at Harry with the stick. At least, he tried to, but Harry caught the stick and yanked it out of Malfoy’s hands, and Malfoy promptly covered his head, screaming.

It made Harry laugh.

Malfoy hipped over to Harry and grabbed the stick from him. Harry allowed it.

‘Have you breathed in properly, Potter?’ Malfoy demonstrated breathing deeply in and out a few times. ‘How nice it is – Oh Merlin!’ He froze in front of a shop window, voice high in panic.

‘What?’ Harry whirled around, flicking out his wand. ‘What?’

‘My hair is such a mess.’ As he checked himself in the reflection of the shop window, Malfoy pulled at strands of his white blonde hair, which had indeed grown to be quite long; Harry kept seeing him pushing and blowing it away from his face.

With a sigh, Malfoy resumed walking. Harry had trouble shifting gears and had only just come to a halt with the pram, but Malfoy didn’t care.

‘I really need a haircut, you know, but the last time I tried, that menace over there wouldn’t stop crying. I had to just go home after they had only just washed it. It was awful.’ He slowed down so he could tickle Scorpius’ belly. ‘Yes, I’m talking about you, you little loudmouth. You’re the reason daddy looks like Lady Diana, aren’t you?’

Harry couldn’t help but laugh at this. ‘That’s an awful thing to say! Princess Di was beautiful.’

Malfoy made an indignant sound as he straightened up to scowl at him, and sniffily took the pram back. Harry sniggered.

They passed a fruit and vegetable store that had most of the pavement covered in crates of fruit. On the corner, a small, green shop sold cigars; Harry didn’t even know that was still a thing. On the other side of the road, an all pink hairdresser – pink awning, pink sign, pink frames – had faded to blue-and-white pictures of hair models up in the windows. Nobody in the street seemed to be in a hurry. A few guys were sitting in plastic lawn chairs, watching the passersby, and further down the road two women were chatting on the corner of a street, one of them with a dog.

Harry liked it. The regularity of it all.

It had been a long time since he’d been shopping, sober and clean. Or that he'd been out and about before noon.

The morning sun worked hard to shine through the overcast sky. On the beech trees around them, the green-and-yellow leaves rustled in the breeze. The smell of autumn daybreak hung in the air and Harry felt like he was skipping school.

[buildyourwalls]

G- Guess I'll Die - @aibidil E - Everything That Happens If From Now On - @thusspoketrish R - Running on Air - Eleventy7 A - A Hag, A Hex, A Tale of Redemption by @aibidil L - Let me Call you Jamie - @goldentruth813 Y - You open always (petal by petal) - birdsofshore N - Niente Più Durelli (Giuro) - @maesterchill  N - Nearly Lost things, Carefully Tended - @norelationtoatticus y'all that was hard as fuck considering i have an 8-letter fucking name.

peeps to tag: @goldentruth813 @aibidil @carpemermaidtales @thusspoketrish @shealwaysreads

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Drarry Tag Game

@kbrick created this meme and tagged me to to it, so thank you! :D

When did you get into Drarry and why? Sometime near the middle/end of 2012. I was a Sirry person at first. Not that I didn’t think I’d like Drarry, but as far as writing, I figured everything with the pairing had probably already been written and so it would be arrogant of me to jump in and start writing them myself. (I had weird ideas idk.) I read a little Drarry here and there that year, but it was beta’ing Shelly’s hd_hols fic, Swish and Flick that first got me interested in reading Drarry.

Which Drarry fic hooked you? ignatiustrout’s ( @6balls ) Here’s the Pencil, Make It Work. It made me want to be a Drarry writer, like for real. It made me want to improve my writing in general and take it more seriously and see what I could do if I put more of myself into it. That fic is fucking amazing.

Top three A LOT favorite Drarry fics: This is an evil question. I need at least four because @bixgirl1 is going to get two spots just for herself. So yes, That Old Black Magic and In the Red (Let it be known that I could name eight more easy.) This is where it gets evil. Can I just name everything written by @shealwaysreads and @the-starryknight ?? And also birdsofshore?? Is that cheating? Can I sneak Modern Love by @tackytigerfic in too? And their one with the mpreg because my heart!!! And The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound ? Written on the Heart by who-la-hoop! dirtynumbangelboy by @magpiefngrl ! God, this is torture. Obviously I can’t answer this question properly and more importantly I refuse to.

Why can’t you quit them? Wrong question, why should I try??

Okay but…

I love exploring the choices we make, the ones that lead us into places of guilt, anguish, hopelessness, and the ones that lead us out of them. I love the idea that these two people can find each other in the worst of circumstances and be changed by one another.

I think @phoebe-delia mentioned about how she’s come to realize her best is enough through Drarry, and I feel similarly sometimes too.

Also enemies-to-lovers is and will always be SO HOT.

Ideal career for Harry? For Draco? Harry: lay-about. Seriously, I just want him to be enough as-is. But when he’s bored with that, how about teacher, or counselor. I’d love Harry as a Mind Healer. Also doing philanthropy. For Draco: Arithmancer, something super smart and magic-y. I also like philanthropist for him though. Or Muggle stuff, so he gains an appreciation for Muggles.

Harry and Draco are being sent to a desert island for a week with plenty of food and water. Each is allowed to bring three additional items (no wands). What do they bring? Harry: a Snitch, a broom, extra biscuits (he’s afraid ‘plenty of food’ did not include biscuits); Draco: a Wireless, a beach umbrella, and yeah, I really like @kbrick ’s lube answer. Definitely lube.

Favorite non-Drarry HP character? My darling boy, Teddy Lupin.

If you had to pick one, enemies to lovers or (enemies to) friends to lovers? Okay but listen: enemies to lovers to friends who are lovers.

Would you rather read a fic that made you laugh or one that made you cry? A lot of laughing, a little bit of crying. More laughing than crying, but give me both, dude.

Three songs that scream Drarry to you (feel free to include the Drarry-est lyrics!): Do I Wanna Know? by the Arctic Monkeys; Every You Every Me by Placebo (which is another Bix fic I could have listed and I stopped myself); Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran; New Divide by Linkin Park; Sway by The Kooks; One More Night by Maroon 5; Dolphin’s Cry by Live and I HAVE TO STOP OMG.

Favorite authors outside of fic? Oh yeah. *rubs hands* Donna freakin’ TARTT! Andrew Sean Greer. Andre Aciman (like 80% of the time). Jhumpa Lahiri. Tamsyn Muir! C.S. Pacat! Audre Lorde. Jeanette Winterson. Chris Kraus. Hanya Yanagihara. Vladimir Nabokov. Lorrie Moore. Annie Proulx. Larry McMurtry. James Baldwin. Dorothy Allison. Louise Erdrich.

Tagging with no pressure, and please feel free to pick and choose the questions you’d like to answer! Everyone who is tagged above is tagged here now too! Also @pennygalleon @sweet-s0rr0w @nv-md @skeptiquewrites @pineau-noir @academicdisasterfic @romaine2424 @julcheninred @writcraft and @slytherco

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Drarry Tag Game

Thanks, @kbrick!

✨  Drarry Tag Game! ✨ Answer any questions you’d like and ignore the rest!

When did you get into Drarry and why? Summer, 2020. Because... hm. Because enemies to lovers and power dynamics in het pairings often get dodgy? Also... TWO dicks.

Which Drarry fic hooked you? I have an absolute goldfish memory when it comes to fic, so I have no idea. Knowing me, it was probably smut.

Top three favorite Drarry fics: Harry Potter and the Possibly Very Bad Sex, by private_eyes (This is my only bookmarked fic. It is the only fic I've read more than once. Not even joking.)

My other top two are probably @mintamintathings's works.

Why can’t you quit them? The first, because it's just fucking hilarious. It's rigoddamndiculous. I can't. And Grace's writing, I think because when you know good kink, you're allowed to enjoy wrong kink.

Would you rather be friends with Harry or Draco? The way I write them, neither. Pitiful bastards.

Who breaks your heart more often?  Molly.

Ideal career for Harry? For Draco? Harry? Hm... Teacher who burns out by his early thirties and puts all of his energy into rebuilding Godric's Hollow into an intentional community. Draco? Trust fund brat who ends up President of a historical preservation society in his late forties and is shockingly competent. Yes, these paths would cross around age 48. No, I don't plan on writing this. Probably.

Harry and Draco are being sent to a desert island for a week with plenty of food and water. Each is allowed to bring three additional items (no wands). What do they bring?

Harry: A sleeping bag, an axe, and Ron. Draco: The male starting line-up of the Pride of Portree, a tub of Crisco, and a bag of unlabelled pills.

Favorite non-Drarry HP character? Luna. Luna all day.

If you had to pick one, enemies to lovers or (enemies to) friends to lovers? Enemies to lovers, because that's why I'm here.

Would you rather read a fic that made you laugh or one that made you cry? Laugh. Definitely.

Three songs that scream Drarry to you (feel free to include the Drarry-est lyrics!): Just gonna go raid the recent playlists and also specify which fics they're attached to.

Vis à Vis, by Euzen (Vis à Vis à Vis, obviously) "Eat my soul and stay alive More to share is more to have Pleasure is the natural call Sentience is binding us all"

All Part of the Plan, by Punch Brothers (It'll Come Back) "This is all part of the plan Look I'm a god more than a man Now I'm a god I don't give a damn about my soul So if I sign it away in blood So I can scare the world into loving me And I scare the world into loving me I'll have turned nothing into something and buddy If you think I look rough You should see the fool on the other end of the deal"

Adam and Eve, by Ani DiFranco (holemate) "Everything I love is ugly, I mean really You would be amazed. And just do me a favor, It's the least that you can do. Just um Don't treat me like I am Something that happened to you. I am, I am, I am Truly sorry, Sorry about all this."

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums, by a Perfect Circle (WIP) "Don't fret, precious, I'm here Step away from the window and go back to sleep Safe from pain and truth and choice and other poison devils See, they don't give a fuck about you, like I do"

Favorite authors outside of fic?

Silvia Moreno-Garcia. Hands down. After her, probably Kim Harrison. And Tara Westover.

Tagging @calypsotempete @peachpety @wheezykat @tontonguetonks @dewitty1

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt ‘teamwork’ from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 95

Drarry microfic: An excellent team

The flames in the fireplace were burning low. Two sleeping bodies were curled together on the couch, seeking warmth, keeping each other safe. Outside the window, two pairs of eyes were peeking inside, a sly smile adorning their faces.

“I have to say, Weasley,” one of them said smugly, her straight, black hair shining softly in the faint moonlight, “if it weren’t for us these two idiots would still be running around each other like blind fools.”

Brown eyes softened, ginger curls falling in front of a freckle-covered face. “We make an excellent team, Parkinson.”

Prompt from the 18th of January

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[wolfpants]

hello :) i love your writing and ideas so much! i wanted to ask do you prefer writing non-magical fics over magical ones? have you ever written a magical fic and if no, is there any particular reason why?

Hello! Thank you so much! That means a lot to me, anon!

So, when I used to write Wolfstar, I preferred writing Muggle AUs because it gave me the chance to explore the characters outside of the tragedy of their canon paths, however I did write one very short Wolfstar magical fic set in the canon timeline (In You I Count Stars).

Conversely, I've only written one Drarry Muggle AU - Pages of You, which is a sequel to my Wolfstar 1960s AU Led by Light of a Star Sweetly Gleaming. All of my other Drarry fics (and my rare pair fics) are magical and set in the canon universe (though mostly EWE).

Don't get me wrong. I love Pages of You and I'm very proud of it, but I don't know if I'd ever write a Drarry Muggle fic again. The beauty of Drarry is their established backstory and the beautiful possibility of their future together. And I love exploring that.

So, going forward, magic it is ✨

[thebooktopus]

Days Seven & Eight: Hurt/Comfort

didn't have enough time to read on Friday so I figured I'd extend this tag over two days. hope you're all having a lovely weekend out there!

Oh, Sinnerman by @lou-isfake & @babooshkart E // 40K // Drarry

🗡 this is a (poetic, beautifully written) ode to Harry's innate ability to really see Draco, all of his faults alongside all of the good in him. plus, Draco throws knives. KNIVES. 😳: "He shook his head, his eyes a little frantic. 'It shouldn’t be so easy. It’s us, and it’s you, and you could ruin me, Harry, if I let you. And it would be so easy to just let you.' He leaned in, futilely fighting a gravitational pull. His lips brushed Harry’s, faintly. Asking. 'I want you to.'"

The Second Life of Severus Snape by @greenmegsnoham E // 16K // Harry/Severus Snape (Snarry)

🖤 Snarry is a pairing I told myself I'd never read. I knew there wasn't any way that an author could convince me that these two could find a way to love each other. boy, was I fucking wrong. this fic is some of the best story-telling I've read in a long while. if you've ever been even slightly intrigued, just give this a try. come back and tell me about it if you do: "Harry felt tears sting his eyes. He could feel the pull towards Snape growing stronger with every passing day, though he felt it strongest in the broach. Snape's true soul was trapped and waiting for Harry to set him free. A prince for the Prince."

Changed by @gracerene E // 5K// Deamus

🧛🏿‍♂️ there simply isn't enough Deamus out in the world. this fic is like a gift- vampire Dean wanting to protect his love, Seamus's wanting to invite him in, bring him back to love. sweet and super sexy: "Dean could hear the sincerity of Seamus's words, just as he could hear and smell the steady flow of blood throbbing at his pulse points. Even as Dean's chest swelled with love for the man in front of him, his gaze lasered in on the tempting curve of his exposed throat where Dean's enhanced vision could see the faint flutter of blood thrumming through his carotid."

Maelstrom, the water told me by @onbeinganangel E // 11K // Drarry

🌊 the writing here is poetry. I don't think I can say much that will do it justice, but it's remarkable and lovely and you will be better for having read it: "I can explain many things, but love is not one of those. Love happens outside the realm of what’s touchable, even to me. I can tell you for certain that they are very much in love with each other, for many months — even years — before Harry finally presses Draco against the wall on the landing and kisses him senseless, making Draco sigh and his heart beat wildly in elation."

For more info on my New Year's Rec-olutions for January, check out this post. Tomorrow's tag will be "Angst with a Happy Ending."

[assassinsdragons]

Morning, Sunshine!

The cold of winter is fading, the season breaking as the world prepares itself for spring. Spots of snow can still be seen on the fields outside their house. Every morning, they still wake to frosty grounds, but during the day the sun melts it away. Little by little, life is returning to the valley.

A blue tit flies past with a small twig pinched between its beak. Various other passerines are eating seeds from the bird feeders by the edge of the porch.

Draco absolutely loves to spend mornings like this, sitting in his chair, enjoying the lack of rain. The patio faces south, so the sun shines the most pleasantly on him during this time of day. On the other side of the house, there is a balcony which he can use to savour the afternoon sun too, but there’s something about the morning sun that fills him with a sense of peace.

Some days, he finds himself solving a crossword or two while he’s out here, and other days he opts to do handicrafts. Today is one of the latter days.

He’s working on a gift for the newborn Rose Granger-Weasley; a crocheted pair of shoes. He hopes Ron and Hermione will appreciate them. He’s not even using magic to weave in the loose threads!

“Draco? Are you on the porch again?” Harry calls from inside the house.

Draco doesn’t answer, because of course he’s on the porch. Harry knows he won’t get a reply to a question he already knows the answer to.

“You still working on the shoes?” Harry asks as he steps out on the porch. “How’s the progress?”

“It’s currently going according to plan,” Draco smiles.

“Excellent. But enough about yarns and kids. I’ve got something for you.”

Harry hauls him up from the chair and gives him a kiss.

Draco really loves these times of day.

Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge, March 2022. Word prompt; And now for something completely different. Word count; 314.

ao3.

[onbeinganangel]

warmup ficlet for @the-starryknight! she picked 'i know we’re not together but i might die today so i’m going to kiss you just in case there is no later' from this wee list of kisses and asked me to drarry it up and I rubbed my hands together in glee knowing fully well i was about to put together a hell of an angst sandwich

not beta'd, not edited, just angst with a happy ending directly from my heart to yours! (cw: some canon-style mentions of blood, violence, injury and also kind of patient/healer relationship)

damned if you do it and damned if you don’t

(draco/harry, 1.8k)

Draco had pictured it so often throughout his life he sometimes couldn’t honestly believe he had made it all the way to twenty-seven.

He remembers saying it after being thrown on his arse by the family Abraxan. He’d been very little, then. Five or six, maybe. He’d cried, big fat tears running down his face, and when his Mother finally managed to pull his tiny fists down and stop him from hiding his crying behind them, he’d announced, “Maman, I am dying.” She had assured him he very much wasn’t. They’d had scones with big heaped spoonfuls of clotted cream and raspberry jam in the garden and he’d soon forgotten about his fall.

A few years later, he fell off his broom and straight into the lake. Dobby had spelled him dry to avoid him getting in trouble and he was still heaving, coughing up water and panicking when he told the Elf, “Dobby, I am dying.”

Then there was the incident at Hogwarts. He still felt the sharp talons on his skin way after the hippogriff was far, far away, as he bled, holding onto the gashes on his arm and announced to the whole class, “I am dying, it’s killed me!”

Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, it was more constant. It was the heavy burn of the Mark settling on his arm, it was the feeling of all his organs lighting up in pain and his bones breaking under Crucio after Crucio, it was the sounds of Nagini slithering outside his bedroom door at night, the sickening thud of death, the unsettling screaming, his aunt’s shrill nails-on-chalkboard voice, Greyback’s growls. A neverending chant of “I am dying, I am dying, I am dying, I am dying” inside his head.

It was confiding in a ghost, it was crying because the fear of failure was so intense he reckons he would have preferred to be dead then, it was the only person he believed was actually kind and pure and incapable of willingly inflicting pain on anyone slashing him open and leaving him for dead on a bathroom floor. Draco had looked at Snape, murmuring spell after spell over him, and he’d whispered, “I am dying.”

It was learning how to be numb, how to not feel, how to keep everyone out of his mind and away from his thoughts, it was the paralysing terror of crawling around in the shadows, the bone-deep dread of dropping leftover bread rolls on the floor by the bars on the dungeon and kicking them swiftly into the other side, where they kept his classmates. It was sneaking a blanket or two down and saying to himself, “If they find out…”

It was the persistent horror of knowing you don’t believe in what you’re doing and knowing you’re damned if you do it and damned if you don’t. Between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, Draco would lie in his bed at night — his own at home, his own in the dorms, Pansy’s in the girls’ dorms when it got bad, and he would say it to himself, hoping it would become true, “I am dying.”

But he hadn’t. Despite all odds, Draco is happy. Twenty-seven. He’s got friends, a flat, a job he loves and he’s good at. He’s no longer spat at on the streets. He survived, he made amends, he managed it all. Most of all, he had managed not to die.

Until now, that is. This time he’s pretty certain he won’t be afforded such luck. He feels the curse hit him square on the chest. It’s his own fault, really, for not realising there was someone already in the room he entered. He’d been too busy throwing a rather flourished Incarcerous across the room at the two potions dealers he’d been running after for the past five minutes to notice the third man.

Draco is falling backwards before he has time to even think about anything, his wand clanking noisily seconds before he joins it on the floor.

Then: “Incarcerous.” He hears it — muffled but there. And after, “Fuck, Draco.”

He’s way too familiar with the way his Auror partner works not to know it’s him when the strong arms wrap around him and pull him up. “Oh, Merlin,” he hears. His eyes flutter back open for a couple of seconds and he can tell he was right, even if it’s all blurry: red robes, orange hair, worried blue eyes.

Fear. “I am dying,” he thinks. “Harry,” he says.

“You’re gonna see Harry alright,” Ron says. “He’s gonna have words about having to heal you again,” it’s almost like a joke. Like a Ronald-typical joke. But there’s an edge of worry there. There’s panic. Ronald doesn’t panic.

And it dawns on him. Draco tries to look down but it’s all red. The burgundy of his robes, the sticky dark red of drying blood on his hands and the fresh and vivid blood still pouring out of his chest. He’s not gonna make it to St. Mungo’s, he’s never going to make it to Harry.

“I am dying,” he says, and Ron makes a noise that can only be described as half agony, half agreement.

It smells like St. Mungo’s when he wakes up thinking “I am dying.” Very faintly, he hears the same voice he always hears in his dreams. Maybe he is dead. The voice never sounds like this in his dreams, though: disembodied, frantic, quick. Draco catches half words, half sentences, half conversations that don’t make sense. A different voice is saying “just do it” and “you’re powerful enough” and “sod protocol” and “I am his partner, I brought him here.” The voice from his dreams responds with things like “unstable” and “I don’t know” and “can you please try” and a “I can’t get in touch with her” and “not without consent forms” and a louder, angry “he’s not going to d—“

Draco tries to move towards the voice.

“Draco!” Says the first voice and three pairs of feet come towards him.

“Don’t try to open your eyes, don’t try to talk, don’t try to move, okay? We have stopped the bleeding for now, but we’re still trying to reverse the curse.”

“Harry.” His Harry.

“Yes, hello. We have got to stop meeting like this.”

“I am dying,” Draco croaks out.

“I won’t let you.”

Draco wants to speak. He wants to say “I am dying, I don’t want to die without telling you,” but he has no strength. His thoughts are going faster than the newest Firebolt as he hears Harry tell whoever else is in the room (Ron?) to leave. He wonders if this is it. This what they show you in the films: your life flashing before your eyes right before you die. He thinks of Harry shaking his hand after his Auror graduation ceremony. “Well done, Malfoy,” he’d said. He thinks of that first time he’d been invited over to Ron and Hermione’s, a few weeks after he became Ron’s partner, and Harry had laughed at his stories, lips wine-red and plump, eyes kind like he’d never expected. He thinks of every moment of almost in between them, every moment where Draco considered blurting it out, saying what was on his mind. The Christmas Gala as he towered over Harry and fixed the little chain on his robes for him, and that night at that dingy club for Hermione’s birthday where they’d stared at each other for forty minutes and when Draco had decided he couldn’t take it anymore, he found out that Harry had left. Or just last month when they’d gone out to buy a housewarming present for Luna and ended up eating leftovers on Harry’s sofa, exhausted from people and walking. There are too many. Too many instances of hesitation, too many “nearly-but-not-quites.”

And he’ll die and won’t ever get the chance to tell him, to kiss his handsome, stupid, precious face, and it aches — it hurts almost as much as that spot just to the left of his breastbone where the Curse had hit, where he was profusely bleeding not long ago.

“Closer,” he manages, very quietly.

Harry approaches, but not close enough, not even close enough for Draco to grab at him.

“Cl— clos—uh—closer,” he tries again.

And Harry’s right there, by his bed and he looks beautiful in his Healer robes (unheard of, really) and Draco is blinking his view into a sharper focus and listing all the things he knows he loves, the things he doesn’t want to forget: the white-ish storm of a scar that slashes through Harry’s eyebrow, the shiny (shinier than usual?) green eyes, the touch of stubble, the slightly crooked nose, the lips — oh, the lips, plump and sweet looking and Draco will never get to find out just how sweet. And then, he has to do it. Because if he’s going to die anyway, he may as well use his last breath on this.

He pushes himself off the pillow slightly and his hand pulls Harry’s green robes closer until their lips meet, clumsily and hard — Harry not expecting it, Draco waning from the efforts of pulling Harry closer, but Draco will die knowing he’s kissed Harry. And if there’s no later, at least he’s done it. At least Harry knows.

“Stop. You’ll hurt yourself,” Harry says, and pushes him back down. Gently, like everything he does.

“But—“

“I know, darling. Me too.”

Darling? Harry… too?

“I’m going to heal you, okay? I’m going to heal you and we’ll do that again. I’ll take you to dinner, or brunch, I know you like brunch. Or just coffee. We’ll go to the pictures. I’ll hold your hand. We’ll go flying. We’ll go clubbing and I’ll dance with you, I promise I will, and I’ll let you tell me how bad I am. I’ll find you a copy of that book you were talking about with Hermione, no matter how much it costs. I’ll throw my name around if I have to, okay? And we’re going to do that again, properly. When I’m not your healer and you’re not hurting. I’m going to heal you now, you just—“ he stops, then, breathing wild and panicked.

Then, a small sob. A kiss to his forehead. Draco doesn’t remember closing his eyes.

“You just hold on, yeah? Don’t go anywhere.”

And Draco would cry if he had the strength, he would say yes to all those plans and more, but he focuses on the feeling of Harry’s magic sinking into his body like and he holds on, just like he was told to. He holds on, even if he doesn’t know exactly to what. And he thinks maybe he’ll get lucky again, and he’ll stop picturing himself dead like he’s been doing his whole life. Harry’s magic feels like love, like poetry, like cascading words of affection whispered into the space between his ribs, it feels like hope. And Draco holds on and thinks to himself, as loud as a thought can go, “I am not dying.”

[eggbagelsjr]

Dear Reader,

It is true that being part of an alphabet is superior to all other forms of entertainment (I polled only myself in coming to this conclusion, but the effect of alphabet on joy was strong, positive, and statistically significant).

Here are the best things about having smart friends who write and then (for some reason) let you mess around with the things they wrote:

You can come up with dumb ideas like “what if Draco got a roomba,” yeet them into the writer’s ether, and disappear without having to actualize any of it (this might be considered bad behavior, throwing all your idea crap in someone else’s clean work environment, so please check with tenant for lease details prior to brain dump)

You get to observe the evolutionary phases of a story, from the Precambrian (writer: “lmao what if Draco and Myrtle did it”), to the Paleozoic (writer: “what if they—no wait, but what if—no wait—”), to the Mesozoic (writer: “this is just the skeleton, tell me if the fic has any legs!”), to the Cenozoic (writer: “here, a draft!”), to the Anthropocene (beta: “this is so beautiful I’ve been brought to my knees by ghost smut”)

You get to expand your horizons. You didn’t care about that ship? Even consider it once? Now it’s Your Shit. You didn’t think you would get emotionally attached to a lactose intolerant Harry and his cheesemonger lover Draco Malfoy because you’re a dyed-in-the-wool Dramione? Great work idiot, now you’re in the grocery store sobbing over Camembert. (Ok cards on the table, I have not yet beta’d anything for @oknowkiss, but I have seen previews of their words and I did spend several hours yelling at them about whether or not Emmanuel Macron slept with Drarry Draco during Macron’s investment banker days AND IT COUNTS)

You receive a special front-row seat to watch an author’s style mature and change as they learn what they love to write (sad boi Draco) and try out new things (werewolf smut yes please 👁🫦👁)

I guess ultimately I just like to take notes on PDFs. See my very good fanart of a scene from MPTFT above.

At some point I will write about how I beta, but only so I can get people to respond and tell me how you’re actually supposed to beta as I am still very new at this and don’t know what I’m doing.

Until then, Dear Reader, please enjoy some things I helped alphabet for @dumbledoodlewriting and @eveningstruggle. I had nothing to do with how good they are but I get to feel cool about them anyway due to proximity.

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Dramione WIPs

Madam Puddifoot’s Table for Two by dumbledoodle - T, 16.3k (WIP: 4/?). Paulina Puddifoot watches as romance blooms, relationships end, and friendship endures at a table for two in her tea shop.

The Distraction by eveningstruggle - E, 5.4k (WIP: 2/4). Draco is working and Hermione decides to distract him. Crookshanks suffers.

***The Phoenix Connection by dumbledoodle & eveningstruggle - M, 7.7k (WIP: 1/2). Hermione Granger has managed to avoid thinking about Draco Malfoy for years. But when she sees him at a Quidditch match, she’s reminded of a shared past that she’d rather forget.

***(OK SO. I very much DID NOT beta or alpha or have anything to do with The Phoenix Connection as it was a wonderful birthday surprise. I’m putting it here so you can see how stellar they are with no help. And also because I love this fic and everyone needs to read and enjoy it.)

Rare Pair One-Shots

A Shoulder To Fall Through by eveningstruggle - E, 7.5k (Draco/Myrtle). Draco Malfoy is in his sixth year at Hogwarts, and he is having a Very Bad Year. He has no one to confide in until he finds a companion in an unlikely place (the toilets).

Instant Replay by dumbledoodle - M, 3.3k (Hermione/Charlie). Hermione finds an old pair of omnioculars in Ginny's bedroom, and uses them to watch a very fit Quidditch player flying around outside The Burrow.

into the woods by dumbledoodle - E, 2.6k (Hermione/Remus). Suddenly, the forest around her came into sharp focus. She gasped in shock. Six feet away stood Remus Lupin, head cocked at an angle. He stared at her, eyes dark and mouth in a grim line.

There’s A Lot She Can Do by dumbledoodle - E, 4.5k (Ron/Padma). When Ron sees Hermione walk into the Ministry Gala with Draco Fucking Malfoy on her arm, he resolves to get drunk and defile Draco's office. But his destructive plan is interrupted by an unlikely acquaintance offering him a second chance...