#writing by onlykatelyn

[onlytaylor]

Harry dies, but instead of Dumbledore, he sees Draco Malfoy

Harry isn’t sure what to expect when he meets Death- the blinding emerald light of the killing curse hurled in his direction is only a symbol of what he’s imagined thousands of times in this very moment.

A nagging voice has always told him it was bound to end this way. Himself and Voldemort, eye to eye, surrounded by the depths of something dark.

What he never expected was a the frigid feeling of ice crackling from his head to his toes, freezing him whole until his eyes opened to reveal a world just as white.

For a moment, there’s nothing. His eyes adjust to the emptiness, and he’s stumbling as he stands and tries to make out the puzzling aftermath of this purgatory. And then, a voice.

“Wasn’t expecting to see you here, Potter.”

He whips around, startled at the voice but allowing the warmth of familiarity to melt his bones.

“Malfoy? What are you doing here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” He smirks, and it’s the same pull of his lips that Harry’s seen a thousand times. However, something in his eyes is different. Softer. “I’m dead, Potter. And so are you.”

“Dead?” Harry asks stupidly, and then the memories come rushing forward. The battle. Voldemort. The forest. “But- how did you get here?”

This isn’t right. Harry was supposed to die, yes. But not Malfoy. Even an arch nemesis’s demise is oddly unsettling after so many lives had been claimed.

And then, Malfoy does something Harry has never seen before. He laughs, and it’s a whole, hearty sound.

“I’m a fucking traitor, that’s how.” He shakes his head at himself, as if he’s reliving his last choices. “But, want to know something completely mental? I don’t care.”

His lips have pulled into a full on grin, and Harry feels the rest of the ice pool at his feet.

“I was always meant to end up here, Potter. We were pitted against each other from the start. Kinda sad, once you think about it.”

Harry nods, not quite understanding but unable to let this new Malfoy go. He gulps. “Who did this to you?” He asks, and it’s scratchy. Almost as if Harry himself is afraid of the answer.

“Who else?” Malfoy shrugs. “Father found out I had multiple chances to turn you in and didn’t. At the Manor, when I pretended not to recognize you. And in the Room of Requirement just a while ago.”

“Why didn’t you?” Harry asks, and he’s hooked on this selfless version of the enemy that only Death seemed to twist into reality.

Malfoy shrugs. “Didn’t seem right. I was tired of manipulation. I’ve always been a follower, and I figured that if I couldn’t be a leader, I could at least support one. I knew you had a chance at setting the world free from the same bullshit that ended up killing me.”

“Wow, um... thanks.” Harry mutters, unsure of how to respond. What was once a wintry world has morphed into the warmth of an England summer.

“Please, Potter. Spare me the mushy gushy crap.”

And Harry feels his lips tugging upward, a match to Malfoy’s smile. How ironic; only in death would Harry had ever guessed they’d share a moment like this.

“So, what do we do now?” Harry looks around, trying to make sense of everything. Wondering if this was his new reality, and realizing that he wouldn’t mind so much if it was.

“Obvious, isn’t it? You’re going back.”

“What?” Harry’s brow furrows, and Malfoy’s gazing at him like he knows something.

“You’ve got to go back, Potter. You’ve got to save the world while you still can.”

“I- I don’t understand,” he stammers, but Malfoy’s rising and crossing the empty space between them.

“You get a second chance, Harry. Don’t waste your time conversing with me. Go back; do what I couldn’t.” He smiles again, and Harry feels his legs turn to jelly. He doesn’t fully understand, but for some reason he trusts Malfoy.

“You called me Harry,” he says, puzzled but warm.

“Don’t get used to it.” And then Draco Malfoy is lifting a hand and pressing it to Harry’s forehead. The emptiness turns into an ocean of white blur, and it suddenly occurs to Harry that his time here is done. Running on pure instinct, he grasps Malfoy’s shoulders and holds for dear life, pulling him closer until he’s sure that wherever he’s going, he’s bringing Malfoy with him.

***

His limbs feel heavy, and Harry cracks an eye to realize he’s being carried by Hagrid. He stares through the small slit to see a sea of people, dirty with war but standing determinedly. And in that cluster of bodies, his eyes catch the figure of a blonde.

He’s staring up and down, patting himself in disbelief. Eyes wide with confusion. It’s hard for Harry not to smile. It worked. If anyone deserved a second chance, it was Draco Malfoy.

When Harry does come to life, startling everyone and sparking the light of hope and retribution, it’s Draco Malfoy who throws Harry his wand. They share a knowing glance, a brief stare that holds an eternity of secrets and new beginnings. Like anything could happen. Like they could win.

And they do.

When Voldemort falls, dying in a most humanly fashion, it’s Draco Malfoy who stands next to Harry. They share a celebratory moment, a second that extends beyond Life, even Death, itself. And it’s perhaps the most exhilarated Harry has ever felt.

His new life is nothing like his old one.

In the months following the war, it’s Draco Malfoy who quells the nightmares, who pulls up the sheets at Grimmauld Place and holds him when the stench of death hangs heavy. Who helps to re-build the castle, still struggling with the guilt of his former decisions. Who cries into Harry’s shoulder, welcoming an embrace that he’d never known he’d needed.

It’s Draco Malfoy who calls him scarhead while packing his trunk for eighth year, only to be rebutted by Harry lifting his hair: “IT’S NOT THERE ANYMORE!”

It’s Draco Malfoy who kisses Harry one night in the common room, a bit drunk off of fire whiskey and house unity. But it’s Harry who kisses him back, lacing his fingers around the bare skin of his neck and tugging him closer. And in that moment, Harry feels like he’s died and come back to life.

And in a sense, he has. Thanks to Draco Malfoy.

[squeezetheduck]

Pride Month Multi-fandom Rec list

Happy Pride month yall! As someone who is asexual I know we don’t get a lot of representation in the public media BUT we do sometimes get some really good representation in fan fiction. So, for Pride month I wanted to share some of my favorite fan fics from multiple fandoms that feature some really good representation of multiple different queer identities. As I am ace, there is probably more ace recs than anything else, but I have tried to include some other identities as well. So without further ado, I present to you a multi-fandom rec list that nobody asked for:

The closing walls and the ticking clocks by @i-will-not-be-caged . 5k words (mcu: samstevebucky, ace Sam Wilson)

Ok so Sam Wilson is one of my favorite mcu characters and I am soo happy that he finally got his own show with Bucky but this is a fic from before tfatws featuring an ace Sam Wilson and his two supportive boyfriends: Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. This fic is beautifully written and I highly recommend it for anyone looking for a fic full of all those ace feels.

Dear Granger, Love Pansy by onlykatelyn. 6k words (hp: Pansimone, wlw)

I don’t tend to read a lot of wlw fics but this one is soo cute and angsty. It features a pining!Pansy who writes a series of heartfelt letters to Hermione and has Drarry and Blaron in the background. Its overall a super enjoyable read and even won a Drarry award in 2018!

when i’m set alight by @killproof. 6k words (atla: Zukka, trans-gay Zuko & bi Sokka)

This a cute little Zukka fic from Sokka’s perspective that basically follows the plot of the the second half of book 3 and shows Sokka falling for Zuko. It’s fluffy and adorable and features a trans Zuko but like it’s done really subtly and really well I think (also Aang and Toph are trans as well I believe).

(hope that i’m able to be) all that you need by @zukosadragon-ace. 10k words (atla: Zukka, ace Zuko & aro Toph)

Ok so I am in love with the idea of Zuko from Avatar the Last Airbender being ace and this is one of my all time favorite ace Zuko fics. It is sooo soft and features an aromatic Toph Beifong and Sokka being the supportive partner that every ace hopes to find, and anyway its heartbreaking and adorable.

Such Things Are Possible by convenientalias. 13k words (Sense8: Rajalagang, Polyamory)

Ok so If you haven’t seen Sense8 stop what your doing right now and go watch it because it is an amazing scifi show with found family and more representation then you could dream of and this fic basically re-tales the last episode from the perspective of one of the characters in a CANON polyamorous relationship.

The Case of the Missing Cockatiel by gryvon. 14k words (Psych: Shassie, bi/pan/omni characters)

So I don’t think either Shawn or Lassiter’s sexualities are explicitly stated in this fic but Shawn is basically a chaotic bi in canon and defiantly not monosexual and Im pretty sure Lassie is bi/pan/omni in this fic as well. Either way its a great case fic featuring our favorite sassy psychic detectives who somehow managed to get real psychic powers this time. 

I Want You to Love Me (i want you to leave me) by @miniongrin. 20k works (mcu: Pepperony, ace Tony Stark)

I came across the Asexual Tony Stark tag at some point this year and I got a little obsessed because he is such and interesting character to read as ace. this is probably one of my favorite ace Tony fics featuring Tony trying to figure out and come to terms with his identity and a Avenger field trip to a pride parade. TW: Tony as an ace character participates in sex he’s not totally into because of social expectations and pressures that he feels under. 

you belong (to me) by hermionesmydawg . 30k words (mcu: Stucky, gay Buck & bisexual Steve)

So first off this is a NSFW BDSM fic so if that’s not your thing be warned. If you are cool with that though this is one of my favorite Stucky fics featuring a BAMF Natasha Romanov, a supportive Sam Wilson, and as the author puts it an “Aggressively bisexual Steve Rogers.” On top of the BDSM, it is mostly a cute friends-to-lovers fic about Steve, Bucky and their friends trying to live their lives after leaving the Avengers.  

Little Compton Street (One Rainy Night in Soho) by @writcraft & @celilasart. 66k words (Harry Potter: Drarry, mlm)

Both Harry and Draco identify as gay in this fic but I love it and wanted to include it in the list because the fic does a fantastic job of exploring queer history in the UK and puts a magic spin on it. It is also just a well written fic featuring loads of other lgbtq+ characters & fluffy romance with a side of smut. 

[tinyarmedtrex]

could you combine prompts 10+27 for reddie please? i love your writing!!!

“Richie? Babe?” Eddie looked around the room, expecting to see his boyfriend. But he didn’t. All he saw was Richie’s childhood room, discarded instruments and 80’s movies strewn around the floor

He was about to leave when he heard a muffled voice. “I’m in here.”

Eddie wandered over to the source of the voice, stopping in front of the closet. “Why are you in there?” He asked, seeing Richie sitting against the back of it, his knees drawn to his chest. It was so pitiful that Eddie had to stop himself from lunging for him. 

“I used to hide in here as a kid. I always felt safe. I guess old habits die hard.” He replied, letting out a joyless laugh. 

Eddie watched him for a another second then stepped in. “Scoot over.” He said, pushing Richie aside so he could sit next to him. Nearly immediately Richie’s head fell to his shoulder, like he had been craving the touch but couldn’t ask for it. 

“I can’t do this Eds. I can’t go back down there. Everyone expects me to hold it together, to put on a brave face and I-” Richie stopped, his voice choked by a sob. 

Eddie snaked an arm around his boyfriend, pulling him closer and kissing his forehead. “We can stay here for a while. Went would understand.” Eddie knew how hard it was for him. The two of them had been close and his sudden death had hit Richie hard. He’d had to cancel his latest tour and they’d flown out to Derry immediately, helping Maggie however they could. Eddie had planned most of the funeral and services, knowing that the remaining Toziers were in no state to make decisions. 

“Went would have crawled down here too. He used to sit with me.” Richie said, his voice muffled  because it was pressed into Eddie’s suit. “I miss him Eds, I didn’t even get to say goodbye.” 

“He was a good dad.” Eddie said, rubbing his back. “You didn’t have to say good bye, he knew how you felt ‘Chee. He always knew.”

Richie nodded, moving closer as Eddie scratched his back. The two didn’t talk anymore. Eddie knew that Richie was thinking about Went, about all the times they’d shared together- and about Maggie and what would happen to her now. 

They stayed there for a while until one of Richie’s aunts came in, asking when they were coming back. Eddie glanced at Richie, who was in no state to move.

“We’ll be down soon.” Eddie said, offering her a weak smile. 

She nodded. “Okay, we’ll see you boys downstairs. Richie, we saved you some of those cookies you love.” Eddie nodded, telling her thank you and she gave him an understanding smile. 

Once she was gone Richie lifted his head. “Please stay with me. I don’t want to go back down there.” 

“I’m right here, okay? I’m not going anywhere until you’re ready.”

“That’s why you’re the best boyfriend a guy could ask for.” Richie said, curling towards Eddie. Eddie wrapped his arms around Richie. 

“I love you Richie. I’ll always be here for you.” He squeezed Richie, holding him as tight as he dared. “Always.”

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[daddiesdrarryy]

I’m so lazy, tagged by @mothermalfoy ilysm

Okay so

1. My imagination (or creativity)

2. My friends (they’re all very supportive and I love them)

3. My writing (I guess, it could be better but I love it)

4. My ambition (to win and conquer, yup that’s weird but it’s true I’m competitive as fuck)

5. My sarcasm (does that count though?)

I realise I’m a bit alike @mothermalfoy after I wrote this lmao sksk

Okay tagging my favs accs but I can’t remember all, I have terrible memory

@trashyy-drarry @slytherthicc @onlykatelyn @rynliadon @platform9and3quartrs @rockmarina @ @reducto-bitch @cottonpadenthusiast @drarry-with-a-side-of-wolfstar @ninshadow and anyone that wants to do this

[richiefuckfacetozier]

Hello! Please write about Reddie's daugther first halloween. I want to know about them picking her costume. Aww fluuff fluff fluff ❤ thanks

Reddie October Ficlet: Day 3

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Richie picked up a random little girl fairy costume. “How about this one?” Eddie glanced at it, rolled his eyes then went through every single outfit on the rack. 

“Now are we picking our outfits based off hers or picking ours and then hers?” asked Richie. 

“Depends what inspiration hits us.” mumbled Eddie snatching up a Dorothy outfit and presenting it. “Wizard of Oz?”

“We aren’t basic bitches,” laughed Richie. “Although, you as the Tin Man would be hot.”

Eddie gave a surprised stare, “Yeah? Secret kink for metal men?” 

“Ancient secrets not so hidden.” 

They continued rummaging through the rest of the kid racks. “Ya know, if a little girl wanted to be Buzz Lightear then she should have that option.” complained Richie. “Why have a rack for boys and a rack for girls? Just combine them. They are all the same size...tiny humans.” 

“Gender is a construct,” Eddie said nodding. 

“So why don’t we do Toy Story?!” A sparkle twinkled in his blue eyes that made Eddie smile. 

“I wish babe,” he began. “But I heard some other parents planning to do that. I don’t want to copy anyone.”

Richie shook his head in exasperation, “It was NOT this complicated when we were kids.”

“When we were kids my complication was convincing my mother to let me go Trick or Treating.” agreed Eddie.

“And you went as a cowboy like every year until you grew out of the outfit.” 

“Better than your need to be a different horror villain or monster.”

“Oh yeah!” Richie said excitedly. “I loved my Michael Myers mask.” 

“You were also Dracula, Frankenstein’s monster, but the worst was the werewolf.”

Richie shivered, “Even I was scared of myself with that one.”

“Hey losers!” Came an excited voice from behind. Beverly rushed over wrapping her arms around Richie first then Eddie. “Shopping for Maggie?”

“Always,” Eddie admitted. “Trying to find an original idea for a Halloween Family costume.” 

“Ben and I are dressing Sammy as a shark, I’m a deep sea diver and he’s a lifeguard.”

“Ben as a lifeguard...wolf that’s hot.” Richie said receiving a smack from Eddie. “Wait, babe! We are idiots. We need to go as Sully and Mike from Monsters Inc. and dress Mags as Boo!” 

Eddie’s eyes widened, “That’s fucking genius!”

—

On actual Halloween, Richie and Eddie took Maggie and Sammy trick or treating. Eddie had straightened his daughter’s hair and placed it in pigtails to match Boo. Her oversized pink shirt was one of Richie’s, it drowned her in the sweetest way. Sammy was talking quickly and excitedly about how he helped his mom make the shark costume. A future fashionista appearing in him. 

Richie had an arm around Eddie’s shoulders, his fury blue suit warm and comforting. Eddie planted a quick kiss on Richie’s cheek, not being able to help himself.

“You look cute,” said Eddie.

“That’s my line!” Richie said in mock upset. “Well, you look cuter with the all green and an eye right where I can…” His long fingers started tickling Eddie’s stomach right where the t-shirt had the Mike monster eye. Laughter erupted out of him as he tried to escape the clutches without success. 

Richie pulled him close for a kiss. He grabbed the front of Richie’s collar to steady himself as he melted into his lips. Even after years of being together, Richie always took his breath away. 

They broke as Eddie said, “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

“Dad! Papa!” Maggie yelled at them. “You are falling behind. We have candy to get.” 

“Yeah, candy!” Sammy echoed. Richie and Eddie followed the kids down the sidewalk, holding hands and feeling happy.

_____

Note: This was a cute idea. Thanks for the suggestion! 

Taglist: @sam-i-am2468 @slashpalooza @frankeeenstein @eds-kas @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @roobarrtrashmouth @hypnoidvoid @imeddie @reddieforlove @appojoos @probablynotacarrot @onlykatelyn

Let me know if you want to be on the permanent taglist or just October!

[miss-biophys]

Quarantine tag

Wow! Thanks @hawtchocolate for tagging me! 1. Are you staying home from work/school? - Yes

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? - My husband and my two daughters (age 3 and 6).

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? - A rabbit. I must admit though that my husband and me would rather not have it. It’s for our children really.

4. Who do you miss the most? - It’s not a fair question in my case. I am living 800 km far away from my previous home. So I miss my friends all the time. But now I miss also my new friends from work. I have two really good peers there. My parents should have visited us for Easter break and my in laws should have come for a week in May. No visits now so we just do video calls. The last time we saw our friends and family from the Czech Republic was at Christmas. 

5. When was the last time you left your home? - 2 days ago for little exercise and walk

6. What was the last thing you bought? - Toys and bedding and little house for the rabbit. My daughters are absolutely in love with Cars movies. We just ordered Lightning McQueen, Cruz Ramirez, Cal Weathers and Jackson Storm.....vrrrrruuuummmm! And our rabbit just damaged her little house in her cage so we ordered a new one for her. She’s going to have a tunnel!

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? - Insane but not too much. Both me and my husband work from home, we do home-schooling with our oldest one, we have many online meetings, writing, teaching to do. And the girls need our attention. We live in a small appartement so we have to close ourselves in children’s bedroom to have some quiet for the work.

8. Are you a homebody? - Not at all.

9. What movies have you watched recently? In the evenings: We started watching Star Trek Voyager series. We watched Man of Steel recently. During the days: Cars, Cars 2 six times, Cars 3 four times, How to Train your dragon, How to trains your dragon 2, How to train your dragon 3 twice, Frozen 2. ....you probably see the pattern.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? - My very first trip to USA. I should have gone to a conference near by Boston in June. I should have gone there 5 days in advance and look around Boston and New Your. I should have met there with my good friend @onlykatelyn there. 😢😢

11. What’s the worst thing that you’ve had to cancel? - I have a MSc. student who cannot do the lab work with me now. Her whole lab project was cancelled and she can do only data analysis, writing, reading, studying. All important things for a scientist, but she’s quite upset about it. She was really looking forward to it and I am so so sorry for her. 

12. What’s the best thing you’ve had to cancel? - There was no event which I would rather cancel. Not really.

13. Do you have any new hobbies? - Not too much time for any new hobbies. I have less time than before with the girls at home, home-schooling of my oldest one, home-office, Dutch lessons... 

14. What are you out of? - Flour. Baking yeast.

15. What music are you listening to? - Czech band Jananas, Dutch duo Suzan en Freek, Queen, Michael Bublé, Adele

16. What shows are you watching? In the evenings: Star Trek Voyager, During the days: Paw Patrol (Paw Patrol is on a roll!)

17. What are you reading? -  A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire #1) by George R.R. Martin,  Writing Science: How to Write Papers That Get Cited and Proposals That Get Funded by Joshua Schimel

18. What are you doing of self-care? - reading, talking with my partner, playing board games, running, walking and biking with my family outside in the nature, exercising

19. Are you exercising? - Yes. I go running once a week. I do fitness training and skipping over jump rope regularly. We go on biking trips regularly.

20. How’s your toilet paper supply? - Ok now. It was a little bit problematic at the first few days of the quarantine though.

21. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? - Nope.

This was fun! Thanks again for tagging me! I would like to read responses from these 5 people: @tinyzoologist @thephysicsqueen @omg-physics @marie-curie @cancerbiophd

[justdrarryme]

Okay everyone, Here. Is. The. Thing.

You guys remember this post I made a few weeks ago? This one here, yep. Well, as promised, I made it into a fic. When I started out it was only supposed to be about 10 K because I highly doubted that I could write any more than that. However, the story got way out of hand and sort of ran away with itself and evolved into this almost 37 K....thing. 

I’ve (hopefully) tagged everyone that left a comment or voiced interest in reading it when I was done. I really hope you enjoy it, if you do, I would for you to leave a comment or kudos or whatever on my Ao3. And...Umm... yeah, well here it is....

I Will Never Leave You by justdrarryme (Explicit, 37 K)

Summary: Harry is still up to his stalking ways. But something's different now. He's still noticing Malfoy, but in a very different way than before. Things take a turn after they get paired up to make Amortentia one day during Potions class.

@lettersbyelise @slayerwithredhair @daddymalfoypotter @podsgirl @bluexgucci @deathinamini-skirt @zombiefied-gay-ghost @calieflwr @hpotterrloverr @thisappwillruinmysociallife @purelydrarry @feistytoaster @kinkybazsmolsnow @ourrsj33 @sortagayforhelladays @anni16sworld @ladyseidenlocke @krecs-drarry @suspicious-sweaters @fangirl256-love @drarryparadise @call-me-hopelesss @scarheaded-ferret @slytherinvalues @onlykatelyn @curiouselfqueen

[inevitabledrarry]

7-7-7 WIP Game

I was tagged by @rockmarina, @drarryruinedme7 , @bangyababy, and @fantom-ftnoise ! This is what happens when you don’t check your notifs for a month XD

Thanks for the tag:))))))

Rules: go to your current WIP. Find the seventh line on the seventh page and copy and paste seven sentences below. Then tag seven other writers to do the same.

I’ve slowly been working on making longer and better fics to prepare for my Royalty Mermen AU fic (which is going to be sooo long and plotty). I know I need to work on writing emotions and descriptions… That’s why it’s a WIP lmao. This one has no title yet but it’s an ace!drarry fic. Enjoy!

Draco sighs as he nods gently; this is the moment Harry apologizes for his drunk behavior and Draco tells him it’s no bother at all, saying he knew it was the alcohol talking. Both pretending that being drunk is a valid excuse because they’re afraid of what they feel deep down.

And while Harry does apologize, it’s different this time. He’s not apologizing for what he said or did, but because he feels as though he crossed a line.

Harry sets down his utensils and says, “Look, Draco. The real reason I stayed is because I knew that if I left we wouldn’t have this conversation, and we’d dismiss last night like we usually do and go on with our lives until the next time.

“I was more drunk than I normally am when we all go out, and I wanted to apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable...”

I stopped it here because I felt like not including that whole monologue XD

Tagging @gothzabini, @harryandhislittledragon @queenofthyme @llap115 @letsdothepanic, @jeldenil @onlykatelyn

[ao3feed-harrydraco]

by onlykatelyn

A short re-writing of canon from the perspective of Draco Malfoy.

Draco never realized just how deep his feelings for Harry Potter ran until he was placed in a position to rebel against everything he’s ever known.

Words: 2138, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Alternate Ending, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Good Draco Malfoy

[ao3feed-snape]

Draco Malfoy Was Almost a Gryffindor

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IPXJHA

by onlykatelyn

A short re-writing of canon from the perspective of Draco Malfoy.

Draco never realized just how deep his feelings for Harry Potter ran until he was placed in a position to rebel against everything he’s ever known.

Words: 2138, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Garrick Ollivander, Tom Riddle | Voldemort

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Alternate Ending, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Good Draco Malfoy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2IPXJHA

[onlytaylor]

Drarry + Eighth year + The Patronus Charm

Draco’s patronus is a doe.

A fucking doe. Not a snake, or a dragon, or the sharp fins of a great white. A small deer.

A microscopic female deer. He’d worked so hard for this moment. He’d reluctantly spent hours upon hours with his former nemesis- and savior of the Wizarding world- studying and practicing a charm he should’ve mastered years ago.

Draco is a master at magic- or so he deems himself- so the fact that he hasn’t been able to conquer the patronus charm is more than aggravating. That’s what led him to finally give into Potter’s incessant requests that they practice together. He’d rudely barged in on him one day in the Room of Requirement, and at the sight of the faint, flicker of a white wisp that exited Draco’s wand, the secret had been discovered.

“Just let me help you,” Potter insisted, and Draco had scoffed.

“I don’t need your help, Scarhead.”

“You know, I don’t have the scar anymore.” He’d flashed a facetious grin, lifting up tendrils of hair from his forehead.

“Okay, then, Saint Potter. You’re just a regular twat, now.”

“A twat who wants to help.”

“Fuck you.”

Draco had stomped out, thoroughly ruffled. How dare Potter offer help to him? As if testifying on his behalf wasn’t enough. Draco didn’t need any more favors. He didn’t need any of it.

But that wasn’t the end of Potter’s prying. Every day, it seemed, he found little excuses to spend time around Draco.

“Be my potions partner?”

“Are you fucking serious? You’ll drop my marks.”

“Maybe I need your help, you blonde prat.”

“You have a sick sense of humor, Potter.”

Nevertheless, they brewed that day’s assignment side by side.

“Care to study with me?”

Potter had approached him in the library. He’d been peacefully studying for his NEWTs until a familiarly annoying presence slid into the seat across from him.

“No.”

“Please, Draco. I need your help. I’m going to fail transfiguration.”

“You just called me Draco.”

“Yeah, I figured since were friends now, I should call you by your first name.”

“We are NOT friends, Potter.”

He smiled a quirky little grin that caused something inside Draco’s stomach to lurch.

“Okay, my not friend. Now turn to page 450; that’s where I’m struggling.”

And so on, and so forth.

Draco had eventually given in to Potter’s endless badgering and met him on the grounds after curfew to practice.

“It’ll be easier outside,” Potter promised, “where you can feel the freedom of the breeze.”

The freedom of the breeze had done nothing to quell Draco’s failed attempts that night.

It was extremely vulnerable, the number of times Draco had allowed the f-word to escape his frustrated lips. At one point he’d thrown his wand at Potter, who’d suggested he just needed to “think happier.”

Nothing made Draco happy anymore. Not since the war, which had resulted in the imprisonment of his father and a depressed mother. He’d only been pardoned himself because of Potter, a shame that he’d had to live with daily.

But on the contrary, he’d began to catch himself smiling more and more during their practice sessions. Potter would comment on their budding friendship; Draco would tell him to sod off.

And Potter would laugh. It was a peculiar sound, a dancing rhythm from his grin that sent Draco’s head reeling. He’d never noticed the small dimples in his cheeks, or the way he folds his lips when he’s concentrating. Little details that left him wondering what else he’d missed about Potter all these years.

Today, Potter had said the usual. “Hey, friend. Ready to cast a patronus charm today?”

Draco had shrugged. “Sure.”

“You didn’t tell me to sod off.”

He shrugged again, and a wide smile lit up Potter’s face. “I told you we were friends.”

His eyes were a vibrant green, a certain shade that only revealed itself when he smiled. Draco felt his belly expand, radiating a weightless sensation throughout his entire being.

Suddenly, he could cast a patronus.

The white wisp he was used to seeing morphed like smoke into a bright shape that contrasted brightly against the night sky. At first, he couldn’t tell what it was, squinting his eyes from the light.

He noticed Potter’s heated cheeks first.

Confused, Draco had studied the silhouette until he realized exactly why Potter was blushing.

A fucking doe.

A doe.

Harry’s patronus is a stag.

And Draco’s is a fucking doe.

His stomach lurches; he thinks he’s going to vomit. He drops his wand and without a word runs back to the castle.

“Draco, wait!” He hears faintly, but he refuses to turn around. He’d rather die than see his face again. This is a fucking nightmare.

***

Borrowing Pansy’s wand turns out to be more of a hassle than he initially believes. He’s forced to do a lot of things the Muggle way, as he can really only use it when she’s not.

It’s still better than facing Potter.

He avoids him at all costs; ignores his voice shouting down the corridors after him. Studies in his dormitory. Keeps his eyes on the floor, aimed oppositely of those fucking green irises, that smile...

Two weeks pass, and Draco’s doing a fine job of remaining invisible. He’s almost forgotten the feeling of flurries in his abdomen, the soft gaze of Potter’s stare. The fact that his patronus is a fucking doe. And the implication of what that means.

He hasn’t tried to perform the charm since, but something tells him he won’t be able to. It’s a nagging feeling in his gut, and he admittedly doesn’t like it.

He hasn’t been sleeping properly either.

This is what drives him to sneak out, throwing the covers from his insomniatic body and frustratingly stalking from the common room. He doesn’t know where he’s going, just that he needs some fresh air.

He finds himself outside, in the very spot where just a few weeks ago he’d been so happy and elated that he’d performed his very own corporeal patronus.

Now, he sits alone. If he’s honest, that hurts a bit.

The breeze tickles his cheeks, and there’s a slight freedom that comes from that.

“Fucking Potter, always being right.” He mutters to himself, wishing he hadn’t ended up here. Wishing he wasn’t thinking about stupid Potter.

“Hey, I’m not always right.”

Draco starts as Potter’s very form seems to appear from thin air beside him.

“What the fuck, Potter? How did you-“ His face is a cross between confusion and embarrassment, and his heart is pounding.

Harry lifts the invisibility cloak, revealing his secret. “I needed some fresh air.”

“Why are you always where I am?”

Harry chuckles. Draco swallows, and it’s a hard knot in the back of his throat.

“You’re so fucking stubborn, Draco.”

Before he can respond, Harry pulls out the familiar length of hawthorn from his pocket. He extends his hand, and for a moment Draco’s gaze snaps up to meet a set of vibrant green eyes.

He gulps, drinking in the sudden presence of what he’d denied himself for weeks. His stomach begins to inflate. His blood tingles. He’s drawn not only to the wand before him but also the hand that’s holding it.

He reaches his fingers forward, wrapping them around the base of the wand. He hesitates, nervous at the sudden proximity.

But it’s Potter who slides his hand from the wand and instead rests it on Draco’s hand.

“Potter, wh-“

“Your patronus is a doe, Draco. And mine is a stag. And that means something.”

His stare is piercing. It cuts through every guarded wall Draco has spent the past few weeks constructing.

“Potter, it doesn’t-“

“I wasn’t finished.”

Draco silences. The assertiveness startles him.

“It means something. For you, and for me. Magic doesn’t lie, Draco.”

His fingers trace soft circles around his hand.

“I know you’ve been avoiding me. I’ve missed you.”

He rubs a gentle caress along his forearm. Draco doesn’t dare move, or breathe for that matter.

“I want to see where this goes, Draco. I don’t care what it takes. I... I want you.”

“You do?” Draco’s voice is a whisper, barely audible even in the crisp night atmosphere.

“Is that so hard to believe? We all made mistakes, Draco. People died because of me. But that’s just it. We’re not in the war anymore. It’s over.”

Those eyes are peering at him again.

“I made more mistakes than you.”

“You saved my life, Draco. If it weren’t for you lieing at the manor, I would’nt be here.”

“It was nothing.”

“It was everything.”

There’s a silence that rattles Draco deep within his core. Because maybe he isn’t nothing. Maybe, to Harry, he could be everything.

He doesn’t have time to contemplate this, because Harry is leaning forward. His eyes have fluttered shut, and Draco doesn’t have much experience with this but he knows what’s coming next.

Harry’s lips are soft against his own.

The patronus feeling ignites a fire that courses through his veins. He knows he could perform the charm. He knows he will never fail at it again.

When they separate, Harry’s smiling. Draco can’t help but smirk playfully.

“You know, I really thought my patronus would be a shark.”

Harry laughs. “Why?”

“Because they’re mean. And they eat people.”

“But you do neither of those things!”

“Are you sure about that?”

They spend the next few hours just like this. Laughing, and smiling, and being everything together.

[winterprincess-sky]

21 Questions

Thank you so much for tagging me @onlykatelyn!

I hope you have an amazing morning/day/evening/night! 🦋

I'm sorry I did this so late, but Tumblr wouldn't let me post it last night!

Rules: Answer these 21 questions, then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better.

Nickname: I'd rather not answer this one, nicknames are rather personal to me.

Height: 5’4 I think.

Last Movie I Saw: I watched Infinity War for the first time yesterday.

Last thing I googled: Let me check... "Costumes with Hoodie".

Favorite Musician(s): Hmmm... I really love Queen. And Ed Sheeran. Oh and I like Jimi Hendrix, Alice Cooper and Billy Idol. But it depends on my mood.

Song stuck in my head: None right now.

Other blogs: Nope.

Do I get asks? Not really, no. I don’t have a lot of followers.

Following: Um... I have no idea, I'm sorry. Mostly fandoms.

Amount of sleep: I get or I need? I sleep a lot, when I get the chance to. I usually get around 6 or 7 hours.

Lucky number: I don't really have one.

What I'm wearing: A red sweat jacket and jeans.

Dream Job: I'm not sure. I'm studying Industrial Managment in a dual system, though.

Dream Trip: Everywhere? I've been to a few countries already, but there are so many more I haven't been to!

Favourite food: This also depends on my mood, but I love the Spare Ribs at a special Mexican restaurant I have to drive at least three hours for.

Play an instrument: Sadly not, I'd love to learn piano, but I'm really impatient.

Languages: English and my mother tongue. And the dialect of my region, which for some people sounds like another language. I tried to learn Spanish in school and I can read and understand a little Dutch.

Favourite songs: I like a lot of songs and I have a few I associate special memories with. Castle on the Hill by Ed Sheeran is one of those.

Random fact: I used to write, but I don't anymore.

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: I'm bad at these, but... um... maybe the smell of old books and fresh coffee or tea.

I don't really like the tagging stuff, but feel free to do this anyway! I love reading these! 🦋

[tinyarmedtrex]

Hey Amelia :( I’m feeling really sad rn, could you write some tooth rotting fluff with a side of pining idiots for me please? ❤️😅

Sara, my dear, anything for you. I hope this helps. ❤❤❤

I combined your fluff request with this:

“I’ve made a mistake”

And, true to form, this got really long so you can click the title to read it on AO3

Of bookstores, bow ties and tea drinkers

Preview: 

Only then did he get a better look at the man. He was utterly adorable, wearing a sweater vest and bow tie with his fitted slacks. Small glasses sat on his nose and his blond curls were tousled from holding up the books. Richie had to remind himself not to stare.“Thank you again.” The man said, pushing his glasses up. “I could have been trapped there all night.”“Always happy to help someone in distress.” Richie replied, smiling at him. “Even if it was from their own folly.” Richie fell even more in love as the man blushed, his cheeks matching the red in his sweater.

or, Richie falls for the cute bookstore owner

@studpuffin @jem-carstairs-is-perfection @its-stranger-than-you-think @earthskills @richardtoz @reddie-for-anything   @noahschnapp   @constantreaderfool @oldguybones @inthebreadbinwrites  @trashmouthtozierr @maggie-nicole125  @teazier  @mars-14 @eddiecare @xandertheundead  @ra-ra-rasputine @chaotickaspbrak @anellope @roobarrtrashmouth @eds-trashmouth  @richieshawaiianshirts @eddiefuckinkaspbrak @spastuetheobsessedphylosopher @appojoos @recycle-byn @liliemm @purplepoisonedgem @queen-sock @pink-psychic @bowersgangvslosersclub  @reddie-to-cryy @moonlightrichie @eduardoandale  @sparklingrainbowdragon @upsidedownlosers @madi-personal @thorn-harvester-ven  @andaleduardo  @s-s-georgie @state-of-longing @fandomgirllover @adhdtrashmouth @rielysian @uppperteeeth @for-peanutbutter @njess04 @edstozler @s-onora @notmyspaghetti @twoidiotsinl0ve @spirited-marvel @lover-mouth @wilding-throught-thehallways @star-gore @gloire-celeste @stansbooty @reddieobsessed @myeverythingisyourstruly @onlykatelyn @no-she-wasnt-reddie @isabelleritma @gczebos @ransonelovebot @stanleuyris @kasp-brakz @animalfacts @vipphil @sourmoist @reddie4diaster @playing-jim @twistedrainbows8908 @princesass-theresa @theandrewhurley @littledancersun @fourtccn @quenchyourhonor @mimiharu @kaspbrak-tozier-reddie @hushfakeomens @notyourmom90 @nancynwheeler @elphiegoescraycray @finelinedwalls @call-me-bread 

@ultrapaninibred @chaoticeddie @nerdsarebetter @rebecca-the-queen @ticomat

[daddiesdrarryy]

Self Promo Fic Meme

Self Promo Fic Meme

I was tagged by the amazing @the-fifth-marauder101 Thank you lol!

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people.

Well here we go

1. “So what did Headmistress McGonagall said again?” Ron took a bite off his chicken leg and chewed on it, humming while doing it

—The Kissing Booth (HarryxDraco)

 2.  “I don’t believe in fate or destiny or whatever you said that’s going to happen to me today, Luna, and have you or Ginny seen Pansy?” Draco talked to his phone while running under the heavy rain, luckily he has got his charm on

—Dinner For Two (HarryxDraco)

3.  “Oh my god what’s that horrible sound?” Pansy groaned and covered her ears with Blaise’s pillows on the couch

“My neighbour”

—Sausage And Bagel (BlaisexRon)

4.“Ugh, I’m so glad you’re here, I am exhausted” Theo groaned as he saw Hermione sitting down in front of him

“Sorry, sorry I’m late, Pansy kept insisting for another 5 minutes of cuddling and I can’t say no to her”

—Better Than This (NevillexTheo)

5.Harry’s Muggle phone rang and the whole room stared back at him, he pulled the phone out and switched it into silent mode, Ron snickered and Harry elbowed him 

“Mr. Potter”

—It’s An Emergency (HarryxDraco)

6.Harry sneaked into the house quietly, it was well past midnight and he was sure he came home late. His mission with Ron got longer than he expected, turned out the dark wizard has friends, and two against twenty was rather a hard task, but he did complete the task and brought all of them back with Ron safely, Hermione had already healed the small injuries on both of them and went back home with her wife, Pansy.

—Sleep Tight (HarryxDraco)

7.“Fucking asshat” Draco cursed and pressed on the horn of his car repeatedly “Get out of the way” He sped up and wiped the tears off his eyes.

—Arrest Me, Officer (HarryxDraco)

8.“Hermione!” Ron exclaimed and Hermione finally looked up at him, and apparently Harry was also there too. Were they here the whole time?

—A Leap Of Faith (PansyxHermione)

9.“So let me get this straight” Pansy handed Draco and Ginny their glasses of wine and plopped down on the couch “You guys were having a dinner date, when this chick, the waitress began flirting with Harry?”

—Cliche (HarryxDraco)

10.Draco walked lazily out of his room and felt something strange in his house.

Still a pile of unwashed dishes in the sink, Draco groaned and ruffled his own hair.

A pair of unfamiliar shoes on the floor, a jacket on the table and a boxer on the couch.

—Harry James Potter! How dare you? (HarryxDraco)

I wish I could add one more because it’s a Pansmione fic and my girls deserve more love uwu (oops I guess I just added them lmao)

I tag @mothermalfoy @cottonpadenthusiast @rynliadon @onlykatelyn and anyone else that writes lol because my head is completely blank and I can’t think of anyone right now

[onlytaylor]

Draco Malfoy is a storm.

Harry is used to sunshine; warm fields and gnomes that remind him of the Burrow. Perfect Quidditch weather that is signaled by a soft breeze whipping his hair back to reveal his scar.

Never has he experienced the brutal uncertainty of an incoming hurricane, when a breeze whips into an uncontrollable force that knocks him sideways. The slight sting of the rain as it meets his face, streaking his glasses and rendering his vision a cloudy blur.

Ginny Weasley is a ray of sunlight beaming over a tranquil meadow, something satisfying but mundane. Comfortable. Predictable. Harry remembers the gentle press of her lips against his own, a routine that was dependable. Safe.

He recalls believing he was happy, if that’s what happy was. He never would have realized what he was missing, had it not been for the thunder interrupting his cloudless sky.

It was scary, at first, venturing away from familiarity toward the unknown. Watching helplessly as the blackened sky took precedence, learning to taste the raindrops as they fell cold against his skin.

When Draco Malfoy’s mouth meets Harry’s, it’s a tornado. Fear whirls and spins and transforms into absolute passion that destroys everything in its path. It leaves him in a state of emergency, desperate for the insatiable cause. The inevitable occurs as his feet lift from the ground, and he’s flying. Whipping violently through the storm that he never knew he needed.

Harry Potter never expected to choose a summer shower over the comfort of a spring afternoon. But as the rain pours around him, he knows that this is his destiny.

And as the storm surges, and he finds himself pulled beneath the flood, he knows there’s no going back.

Draco Malfoy is a storm. And he is everything.

[onlytaylor]

Draco, Harry, & Kissing in the Rain

TW: brief mentions of abuse and anxiety, but it’s all fluffy in the end, I promise. <3

Harry ducked sideways, narrowly missing the TV remote that was hurled angrily toward his face.

“Draco, what the fuck!? Calm down!”

The blonde was visibly shaking across from him. “Don’t tell me to calm the fuck down! I have every right to be upset!” Another object from the living room table was pelted in his direction. For the second time that day, Harry hastily lunged downward.

“Can’t we talk about this? Like goddamned adults?” He spat, stupid as ever, almost begging obliviously to push every last one of Malfoy’s buttons.

“Talk about what? About how you’d rather be with Ginny goddamned Weasley? Or Cho Chang? Or any of the other fan girls that send you owls at every fucking hour of the day?”

“It was ONE letter! From a FRIEND!” Harry stomped a foot forward, refusing in all of his stubbornness to back down. Regardless of the consequences.

This was how their arguments would unfold: Harry’s genuine obliviousness to any underlying issue would result in his own defiance to anything Draco had to say.

And Draco Malfoy’s uncanny ability to run on nothing but emotion would drag Harry to his wit’s end, all but pulling his own hair out. There was no logic here. No, the methodical reasoning of Hermione Granger was long gone in this room.

Draco was angry. And when he was mad, he was like fire.

“Did it ever cross your mind that maybe I want friends, Harry? That maybe I would like to receive suspicious letters from someone else in the middle of the night?”

His tone was heavy with the escalation of their argument.

“It was at 2 o’,clock in the afternoon, Draco! That hardly means we’re sleeping together.” Harry’s palm was thrust forward in a frustrated animation of his rebuttal.

“I wouldn’t put it past her. You are the Savior of the Wizarding world. I’m sure she’d love to get into your pants.”

“You’re being fucking ridiculous. And petty. And-“ he ducked once more- “quit throwing things at me!”

Harry was noble, but Draco wasn’t above deceit. And when he was hurt, the untamed Dragon all but broke loose. The worst part was, he couldn’t control it. It was a beast, a ball of anxiety and insecurity wrapped up into one strong defense mechanism at the center of his chest.

And it ruled everything.

He loved Harry. He loved every ounce of that raven haired twat. He loved the way he swirled his tea with a Muggle spoon instead of his wand. The way he drooled on the side of his pillow after a long day’s work. The way his lips pulled upward at the edges when he’d tell one of those ridiculously unfunny made up jokes of his...

He would never be good enough. Harry deserved so much more than he could ever be. An ex-Death Eater, narrowly escaping Azkaban thanks to testimony from the Savior himself. A selfish whirlwind of emotion that refused to keep itself in check.

He deserved someone like Ginny, whose level-headed continuity was an unending source. She wouldn’t yell like this, or throw bratty temper tantrums when she felt threatened. No, she’d take him by the hands, and pull him close...

He’d enjoy it. The mundane reality that was settling down with a witch. They’d have a bunch of red-headed spawns, and they’d have play dates with their cousins...

Draco was an empty seed. A dud. A dead end. Dry and unyielding. A... a failure.

Draco cocked his head wordlessly, tears surfacing at that thought. He was no better than his father. No better than the scum of the earth.

“Now, can you quit being fucking crazy and talk to me?” Harry asked. His voice was calm, and that was the worst part. How chill he could be, when Draco was drowning for reasons he didn’t even quite understand himself.

“Crazy? That’s it. Don’t fucking talk to me. I’m done.” The words were venom, straight from the reptile’s mouth. The beast was awake and in full action. With that, Draco turned on one foot and stomped out of the door.

Harry remained fixed to the floor, unable to follow.

***

It was raining. Of course it was fucking raining when he’d decided to walk out in a poor attempt at making a statement.

That was what he got, after all. Isn’t this what he deserved? For lacking the ability to keep the monster in check?

He didn’t even try to avoid it; instead, he sat down as the rain began to pound harder. It drenched his hair, his shirt, Even his shoes and socks. He was miserable.

He shivered, refusing to go back inside. He didn’t want to speak to Harry- it was easier this way. It was better to build a wall- to feed the monster- than it was to walk back inside.

Goddamnit, why? Why couldn’t he lay down his pride, stand up, stomp through the front door and tell him that he fucking loved him?

Because, what good would it do? Harry would probably just call him crazy again.

And, suddenly, as a bolt of lighting lit up the sky... Draco was crying. There was thunder, and wind, and he was soaked to the bone... and he sobbed. Because he wasn’t good enough. Because Harry deserved better. Because this time, what if he really had ended it all?

Harry would leave. They all leave eventually. His father left. His mother refused to protect him from the man that abused him most.

And now, he could barely pull himself together.

And that wasn’t Harry’s fault, but it also wasn’t something Draco could change. It was a never ending cycle, and, just as the rain fell from the sky, he would battle his own self destruction.

But what if there was something to break the cycle?

What if there was a sword that he could use to slay the dragon? Once and for all?

A dozen cars must’ve passed by at this point, and Draco pondered how every one of them was probably wondering what kind of idiot would sit outside during a thunderstorm. He sighed at his own relentless ability to put himself down before gazing up at the sky. He was alone, but hardly lonely. Every rain drop was here to keep him company.

This was what he deserved.

“Draco?”

The voice snapped him from his reverie, a stark contrast to the sound of the pouring rain.

And there was Harry, standing, quickly becoming as much of a soppy mess as he was.

Draco was lost for words, caught in confusion. Why had he followed him? Hadn’t he done a fine job of pushing him away?

“I’m sorry I called you crazy. You’re not crazy!” He yelled over the pounding thunder, pressing forward with another step.

Draco wasn’t sure if his tears were visible, or obvious at all, but something in him didn’t care. He was done with feeling pathetic. He needed a win. An out. An answer.

“You really would be better off with Ginny Weasley!” He called, the wind whipping his hair, and it was a miracle that he didn’t choke on the words as they escaped his mouth.

“No I fucking wouldn’t! Jesus, Draco.” He took another step forward, closing the distance between them. “You’re fucking beautiful, and amazing. And the only thing I want for the rest of my days. You think I want that life? The suburban, family dream? Ha!” He paused with a sarcastic laugh. “I want to fight with you, Draco. I want to yell and scream and dodge TV remotes with you. I want to spend the rest of my life convincing you that you are good enough, if that’s what it takes. Although you ARE way out of my league, Draco.”

“You’re kidding, right?” He laughed dryly. “You saved the fucking world, Harry. You saved me. And all I was was a coward. I didn’t do the right thing. I don’t deserve you.”

“You did what you had to do to save yourself from your father. And I don’t blame you for that for one second.” Harry’s eyes were genuine and full of a vivid green honesty that he could not refute.

“You are my world, Draco. Even when you’re trapped and lash out. Even when you think I’m your father, and you start to panic. Even when you convince yourself that I’m cheating on you, though I’d die before that happened.” He took Draco’s hands, clasping them as the rain poured down.

“I will never give up fighting, Draco. With you or for you. I’m done with the petty little arguments. This is it. We’re in this, together. For the long haul. Are you with me?”

The dragon loosened its grip. Draco felt his stomach soften.

All he could manage was a nod, insufficient as it seemed.

“We’re going to fail, Draco. We’re going to make mistakes. This won’t be our last dispute.” He gazed down at their hands, then into eyes that were as silver as the clouds pouring down above them.

“But I don’t want anyone but you. Not now, not ever. I don’t want rational. I want insane. I want to stand out here screaming at you in the goddamned rain. I want-“

But he was cut short by Draco fervently pressing his lips onto his. There they were, in the middle of what might as well have been a hurricane. And instead of running, seeking refuge in the nearest shelter... they danced in the rain.

Draco was fire, whipping and breathing with a passion so bright it could’ve been fury. But it wasn’t. It was burning hot red against the beast, lighting and catching until it was consumed by flames. Releasing the toxicity that seeped from every dark corner of its being. It growled, and scratched, and fought for redemption, but all that was left was Harry.

The taste of his lips, warm against his mouth. The striking contrast against the chilling rain. The freedom that came with each movement of their tongues as they danced.

The Dragon was silenced. And it was no more.

And in its place was something more whole. A tingling sensation, a fluttering of wings against his belly. It was beating, and flying free. It was a promise, full and complete and blocking out any and all insecurity. It was freedom; liberation. It was love.

And it almost saved him. But in the end, as he tugged Harry into an embrace, he vowed to save himself. To finish the job.

For himself, because he deserved better than his father. For Harry, because he promised to love him regardless. For the rain, pouring continuously around them and washing everything clean.

And, perhaps most importantly, for the feeling that was evading all darkness within him.

For love.