The World Is Running Out Of Glassblowers And Yet You Want To Become A Fucking Doctor

[day 10 of Microfic May: scene]

Inevitably, they return to the scene of the crime. It's their fucking locker room adjacent to their home pitch exclusive to their Quidditch team.

And now, every single morning, as Morrison drones on about warm-ups and tactics and offensive manoeuvres, Harry's traitorous mind wanders: to the showers (echoing with Draco's choked moans), to the David's locker (its coldness the only thing keeping him cognisant as Draco licks him open), to the bench Draco is sitting on (and the scuff marks it left on the floor from being… pushed).

Catching Draco's eyes is an accident, but it seals Harry's fate either way.

He's doomed: a future repeat offender.

other days: tumblr / ao3

Drarry kisses yipee

want to be clear that if i ever talk about a headcanon and then later discuss a headcanon that is directly contradictory to the first one, that’s because headcanons exist in a quantum state where they are all simultaneously true and not true up until the point where i discuss it in detail, in which case that is the one that is true in that instance. schroedinger’s headcanons

prompt a day may - day 2 - black

a story told over the course of a month, in 50 word increments. based off prompts here: [X] you can read past entries here. drarry. 50 words. no rating

Entering the room is disorienting. The air is close – the walls, floor, and ceiling a uniform, shimmering black. 

Harry drops his things – mucky-looking against the shine – and tests the bed. Soft sheets. All of it black. Prone to stains. 

Harry closes his eyes. Stars begin to fall from the ceiling.

what is HAPPENING

I’ve probably said this before but having every good and service turn into a subscription model is one of the worst new developments of our era of capitalism. Like yeah, shit sucked before but it didn’t suck for 19.99 a month indefinitely. This some new shit.

Drarry where the Golden Trio are having a slightly tipsy 'Hear me out' conversation as they passed around a bottle of Elvish wine that they nicked from Slughorn's office.

"What about Gordon Horton?"

Harry and Hermione shared a confused look.

"Come on! Keeper for the Chudley Canons?"

"You're supposed to pick people we know, Ronald."

"Well excuse me," Ron said, throwing his hands in the air. "I forgot that you two have no taste."

"No taste! I will have you know that my taste is sophisticated and refined. Clearly something you don't relate to."

"Oh, oh, I see. Well since your taste is so sophisticated then by all means tell us who is your pick."

"There's Merrill Medlar. She's the chief editor of—"

"Who the hell is that? What happened to people we know?"

Harry hadn't had enough wine to tolerate their constant bickering.

"Malfoy," Harry said loudly, interrupting what would have surely been a row. "What about Malfoy?"

"Which one?" Ron and Hermione said at the same time before glaring at each other.

"What do you mean which one?" Harry frowned. "The choice is obviously—"

"Lucius." They said in unison again.

"What?" Harry gaped at them. "Lucius is a right piece of—"

"Wait," Hermione held up her hands, eyes wide. "You can't mean Draco then?"

"Of course I meant—"

"Don't say his name! Ugh, I never want to know him as Draco," Ron said, shuddering.

"Maybe I do!" Harry said, unsure why he was getting heated.

The two of them shared a long look that said a lot more than he could translate and he kind of wished they were back to arguing. At least that was familiar.

"I think I would've rather you had said Snape."

Harry's mouth parted before it closed, and he gave a considering hum. "You know, in the spirit of a true hear me out, Snape would fit."

Hermione snickered as a choked gurgle escaped Ron.

"I was joking!" Ron cried, head in his hands. "Merlin if you ever shag Snape—"

"Shag?" Harry let out a strangled meep. "If I'm going to shag someone it would be—"

"Malfoy," they said together, and part of him wondered if they were really Fred and George under Polyjuice because it was getting freaky.

"I think I'm going to be sick," muttered Ron. "I knew we'd uncover some more about each other, but I'd honestly like to cover it right back up."

"We can pretend it didn't happen," Harry offered, biting his lip as he tried to think of someone else. "What about Charlie?"

"Charlie?" Ron frowned. "My Charlie?"

"Oh," Hermione said, brows lifting. "Yes, I can see it."

"No no," Ron shook his head. "We aren't doing this. Let's get back to Harry wanting to shag Malfoy."

"It's not that I want to shag—"

"I think it's more than that," Hermione said, voice low as if she was sharing a secret. "I think he likes Malfoy."

Ron collapsed backward as if he had been shot, groaned as if he had been too. "This is too much for me."

Harry rolled his eyes, taking a large mouthful of wine. He was going to need it.

"It's not that bad."

"Yes, it is, Hermione. If Harry wants to shag Malfoy and he likes him then they'll get married and have little spawns that look like Malfoy and they'll call me Uncle Ron and then I'll just have to like them because I can't be mean to a child, but they'll look just like him and then I'm going to have a complex—"

"I think you're having a complex right now."

"And whose fault is that? Huh, Harry?"

"I never said I wanted to marry him."

"You never said you didn't though," Hermione argued, tone suggesting she was on to something.

Harry sighed loudly as they continued to debate his future. A future that held Malfoy in it. The longer they talked the more he considered it.

It was true that he wanted to shag Malfoy, but it was also true that he liked him. He just hadn't really let himself think of how much.

"I think I'm going to find Malfoy," Harry said, staggering to his feet and rather proud that he hadn't fallen over. Maybe he hadn't drank as much as he thought he had.

"Great, just great," Ron cried. "My life is over. Might as well start calling me Uncle Ron."

The portrait closed right as Hermione said,

"I think you're being rather dramatic, Uncle Ron."

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catch a falling star

Prompt: "Stardust", 2007 Written by: flintandfuss Narrated by: Anonymous Length: 3:12:08 Rating: Explicit Warnings: Blood and Injury

Summary: A star falls. A hidden evil stirs. And beyond the wards of The Wall, three friends embark on a quest in a twice-magic land. Their mission? Retrieve the fallen star and win a date with the lovely Cho Chang.

But nothing across the Wall is what it seems. And for Harry Potter, finding the star is only the beginning.

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Harry was off his broom in an instant, lost in a fantasy of bestowing Cho with a glittering rock the size of his fist. Its beauty would pale beside Cho’s soft smile.

“I knew it would be you, Harry,” she’d whisper, her hair falling in a gentle curtain as she leaned in to—

“Were you trying to kill me with that glorified tree branch, or are you as blind as those hideous glasses suggest?”

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covert operatives to boring dads (back in action)

Prompt: "Back in Action", 2025, Seth Gordon Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: CW: Kidnapping

Summary: Harry and Draco are parents to an adopted Muggleborn Meera and Teddy. They live a quiet life, until the past comes knocking.

View it now on AO3.

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Hurry Pottah

Prompt: The Harry Potter series, 2001 to 2011 Prompted by: Anonymous Artist: Anonymous Medium: Digital Art Rating: General Audiences Warnings: None

Summary: Movie adaptation for the Wizarding best-seller "Hurry Pottah", coming this summer. Check the closest theatres.

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Twenty’s Plenty

Prompt: "What's Your Number?", 2011, Mark Mylod Prompted by: veradubhghoill (ao3) Author: Anonymous Word Count: 21,811 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply; Infidelity but not between Harry and Draco

Summary: After a string of failed relationships and a Witch Weekly article that proclaims anyone who has dated over twenty people is more likely to end up alone, Draco decides enough is enough. There must’ve been someone in his past who he missed a connection with, so there’s only one thing for it. Hunt down all of his exes and find The One. What he didn't account for was Harry Potter coming along for the ride.

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Life As We Know It

Prompt: "Life as We Know It", 2010, Greg Berlanti Prompted by: Anonymous Author: Anonymous Word Count: 25,803 words Rating: Explicit Warnings: Minor character death, death from terminal illness

Summary: When Andromeda suddenly passed away, leaving Teddy in the care of both Harry and Draco, neither of them knew how they’d manage to live together without killing each other, let along survive as parenthood was thrust upon them. Raising a ten-year-old boy would be hard at the best of times, but raising one who had just lost the only parental figure he’d ever known was another thing entirely. Would it be possible for Harry and Draco to put aside their (very many) differences in order to provide a stable family for Teddy? And what would they learn about each other – and themselves – along the way?

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XIV. Burning

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The firewhisky swished in the crystal tumblers yet again.

They must’ve been his family’s old relics since they didn’t seem to be Potter’s style. The blow of glass was too intricate; details Potter wouldn’t bother to take note of, the weight of it on their hand.

Potter’s attention likely laid on the liquid inside, hot and ready, burning from inside out.

Much like Draco’s attention laid on Potter as he raised the tumbler to his lips, soft and red, gulping down fire. Like the fire licking Draco’s insides, burning him inside and out.

Much like Potter’s hands by Draco’s side, golden and steady, fumbling from his thighs to his hip. Everywhere Harry touched, through the fabric and his skin, down to the marrow of his bones and his soul, was burning.

Potter’s lips on Draco’s, red and ready, engulfing them in fire. Harry was swallowing every tangled detail of Draco’s, imprinting them on his tongue. The taste of him was all consuming like Fiendfyre in secret rooms. Like firewhisky in living rooms. Like the heat burning inside Draco.

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