[Podfic] Dearest By Hoko_onchi (M, 32 Minutes)

I adore the fact that Host!Vic is so proudly genderless but it’s also the funniest thing in the world to me, because it means that somehow this utterly deranged deer in the headlights style creature managed to do the self introspection required to realise they were trans. I don’t believe for a SECOND that this newly born bird has even a semblance of who they are or what they truly want, and yet somehow they managed to realise their gender identity and also not be completely insufferable about it. I adore them, I am enamoured with them, I am fascinated by them. Truly the guy ever. I desperately need to know more about fictional Vic Michealis’ gender identity because how is this the only normal thing about them. They can’t even count. How the fuck did they figure that one out. They really are

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Draco has never been good at waiting.

The day the Prophet breaks the story of the year, the decade, nay, the century—cover splashed with a blurry photograph featuring a nonetheless unmistakable bird's nest of hair and another man, topped off with the unimaginative yet direct headline, POTTER: GAY?—is the very same day Draco sits down across from Pansy in their favourite booth at Theo's Bar (also unimaginatively titled) and announces, with verve: "I have a plan."

Pansy sighs, sharp and judgemental. "Let me guess—"

"No," he interrupts. "Let me tell you."

"I already know this is about Harry fucking—"

"This is about Potter," he continues, talking loudly over her, "and my absolutely foolproof plan to get my hands on some Chosen Cock."

"Only your hands? Dream big, Draco," she says sarcastically, brow flat with irritation.

"Oh I am. Naturally this is only stage one. Stage five is marriage. Stage six? Impregnating him with the Malfoy heir."

"Not a visual I actually needed, thanks ever so!"

"You're not listening, Pans." He emphasises his point with a sharp slap to the tabletop. "You're not appreciating this for the life-changing moment it is. I am going to seduce Potter, and fuck him so hard he—"

"What?" comes an amused voice. "So hard I what, Malfoy?"

Draco's life flashes before his eyes, confirming that he's experiencing some sort of near-death phenomenon. He manages, somehow, to start breathing again, and affects a casual, unaffected lean against the booth seat, turning to face Harry Potter, giant wanker and wank-inspirer.

"Potter."

"Hi."

He's grinning, dark hair even more disastrous than that wretched photo. So annoying. Draco's never found him attractive in his entire life, actually.

"We were having a private conversation, very much not concerning you."

"Oh?" Those stupid green eyes are fixed on Draco's face. His grin is so. fucking. obnoxious. "Is there another Harry Potter you were hoping to impregnate?"

"Yes," Draco scowls, feeling his face grow blotchy. "You don't even make the top hundred. Sorry for the terrible blow, but you could stand to be taken down a peg or two."

"Oh, you know me." Potter spreads his arms. "I'm not averse to a good peg."

Pansy gags into her martini, as Draco tries to regain the feeling in his legs.

"Well," Potter shrugs, tucking his thumbs into his jeans. Merlin. Draco wants to climb him. "I guess I'll leave you be, then. Good luck impregnating that other fellow."

And then he's turning—leaving!—

"Wait!" Draco's hand shoots out, and the warmth of Potter's arm sends a shock right up through his fingers, tingling. "Perhaps you could be of some use, Scarhead."

There's a dimple threatening Draco's sanity, in the corner of Potter's cheek. "Yes, Draco?"

"Yes." He's such a prick. "Harry." Draco rubs a thumb against the inside of Potter's wrist, watching with great satisfaction as a shiver runs through him. "After all, I'll need someone to practice those impregnation skills on."

Waiting 🍸 Day 17 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s prompts. Full collection on ao3.

she’s right

microfic may day 3: coffee

drarry. 273 words. this is unequivocally the stupidest thing I’ve ever written.

After the war, rumour had it Draco Malfoy disappeared. Puffed up and away in a cloud of smoke because he was cursed by Voldemort.

Rumour also had it that he ran far, far away.

Rumour also had it that he was completing a potions mastery somewhere exotic, and that one day he’d return home.

The one thing rumour didn’t have was a timeframe. So naturally, Harry was quite surprised to attend his 3pm appointment and come face to face with Draco Malfoy.

“Err. What did you say her name was again?”

“Coffee, Potter. Please do keep up.”

“Because the scales on her head look like coffee granules and you think they’re multiplying?”

“Well, yes. But there’s more. She’s been more tired than usual. And she’s not been eating too much. All in all, rather concerning.”

Harry poked around at the speckled snake coiled around Draco’s hand. A forked tongue gently lapped at his fingertip and was that a wink?

He cast his usual diagnostic charms which all pinged a gorgeous, normal green.

“I can’t see anything unusual, Malfoy. I’ll give you a standard vitality potion and check back in next week.”

Draco baulked. “There’s nothing wrong? At all? Are you sure?”

Harry gave him an affirmative nod and Coffee a gentle scritch under the chin. “I’ll see you both next week. For a check up.”

Draco was gracious enough to thank Harry for his time on the way out.

Though the more Harry thought about it, he was pretty sure the parting hiss from the reptile translated roughly into something like:

Foolssss. 10 yearssss apart and all he talkssss about issss you.

You’re in their DM’s….I’m not because I have extreme social anxiety but I hit that like button often

prompt a day May - day 7, yawn

a continuous story! earlier parts here

They Apparate directly there. Side-Along.

Draco releases Potter's arm. He's crumpled the sleeve of Potter's shirt.

Grimmauld creaks into view, but it's little more than a brick facade.

The windows and door are gone. In their place, yawning voids, dark as night.

They climb the steps. An inky breeze beckons.