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kittykatkatelol2 · 11 months

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A Father's Day Special~ (Drarry, Wolfstar, Rosekiller, and Jegulus oneshots)

Total: 4 Oneshots/Microfics. Total Word count: 1476

Drarry Oneshot~

"Daddy! Papa! WAKE UP!!"

Harry opened his eyes to see his sweet little boy, Scorpius, sitting on top of him in bed, with the biggest of happy smiles.

Harry looked over at his barely awake husband, who was trying to keep his eyes open, but otherwise looked lovingly over at his son.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Draco mumbled tiredly to Scorpius and then looking over at Harry and mumbling, "Good morning to you too, love,"

Draco looked as though he was about to go back to sleep when, Scorpius shouted,

"HAPPY DAD DAY, DAD AND PAPA!!"

His voice was happy and excited, it was adorable really.

"Thank you, Scorpius," Harry said with a small chuckle, sitting up in bed.

"I made breakfast!!" Scorpius says happily, grabbing Harry's hand and trying to drag him out of bed, and then doing the same for Draco.

"COME ON ITS GONNA GET COLD"

Harry smiled and shrugged at Draco who was already up, and still looked tired as hell, but was smiling warmly at Scorpius; Harry too got up and followed Scorpius downstairs, Draco at his heel.

The table was messy, it looked like food and juice were spilled on it and very poorly cleaned up. There were two plates, each with very burnt looking pieces of toast on it. There were also two glasses of milk, and a little of one's looked like a little had overflowed.

Scorpius was smiling proudly as his dads.

He had put a lot of work in this breakfast.

Harry and Draco smiled at Scorpius. They would eat straight up poison if it meant their son would smile.

"Thank you, Scorpy. It looks delicious."

"Yeah, it looks really yummy."

The two took their seats at the table, and started eating their mostly inedible food. They just smiled and acted like this was the most delicious food.

By the time they had finished eating, Scorpius somehow looked even happier.

"Soo now we can go to the park, and maybe get some ice cream, OOO AND THEN WE CAN-"

The two dads grinned at their son and Draco said, "We'll see, why don't you go upstairs and get dressed?"

Scorpius quickly nodded and basically ran upstairs from excitement.

"Happy Father's Day, love."

Happy Father's Day, Dray."

[Word count: 352]

Wolfstar Oneshot~

"Good morning, Moony, Happy Father's day."

"Good morning, love. Is Harry awake?"

"Nah, mini-prongs is still sound asleep."

Remus still couldn't believe this was his and Sirius's first father's day as dads. And frankly, neither could Sirius.

Remus sat up in bed, looking at his husband as Sirius spoke again.

"I made some breakfast, and we are probably going to just chill with the child for most the day, unless you got plans?"

"Just hanging out with you and Harry sounds great to me."

"Sweet."

Remus got out of bed and followed Sirius out of the room, pausing a minute to check on baby Harry.

"First time in a long time we've been able to sleep that long without screamin."

"Truth."

The two went down stairs, a lovely breakfast had been made for the both of them. Eggs and bacon, with a small side of toast. It smelled wonderful.

"Thank you, Pads."

"Anything for my Moony. And Harry."

Remus sat down and was just about to start eating when crying could be heard from across the hall.

"I'll get him."

Remus quickly got up and went to Harry's room, scooping up the crying child in his arms and cooing to him and gently cradling him in his arms, hoping to calm the fussing child.

It took around ten minutes to get little Harry to calm down, and he was not going back to sleep at the moment, so Remus brought Harry with him back to the dining room, so they both could eat some.

"Hey, look who it is, finally up from his nap. I'll feed Harry, you eat. I've already eaten."

Remus nods and carefully passed baby Harry to Sirius, who then carefully holds him while grabbing the bottle of milk from the fridge.

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"Nah, I got it."

Remus nods and takes a bite of the eggs, it was as delicious as it smelled, if not more so.

The three spend awhile in the dining room, talking, eating, feeding. Everyone was in a good mood.

After around an hour, and everyone was fed, Sirius says,

"If you hold lil Harry, I'll go grab somethin."

Remus takes Harry from Sirius, raising his eyebrow at Sirius's words.

But before he can question, Sirius had left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom.

Sirius comes back a few minutes later with a small gift box and switches with Remus. Sirius taking Harry, and Remus taking the gift box.

"You didn't have to-"

"I know, but I did, because I love you."

Remus opens the box.

It was a clay mold of Harry's small hands.

Remus smiles at Sirius, he loved it.

"Thank you Sirius, I love it."

"Anything for my Moony. Happy Father's day, Moons."

[Word count: 428]

Rosekiller Oneshot~

"Barty, you know it's father's day, right?"

"I am aware."

"So uh could you I don't know put the bloody knife down and help me with Rosie??"

Barty merely chuckles and puts his knife down.

"Oh alright, where's the little gremlin?"

"Thank god- she is in her room terrorizing the cat."

"So?"

"SHE'S TERRORIZING OUR CAT BARTY DO YOU NOT SEE THE ISSUE-"

"Alright alright, no need to yell at me, Evan, my ears work just fine." Barty says with a laugh, giving Evan a small peck on the cheek.

"She wants you, you know. Not me."

That made Barty stop for a moment, and smile a little, a real genuine smile.

"Okay, Ev, I am sorry, let's go spend the day with our little Rose." Barty says, hoping that that was enough of an apology.

"Its fine, let's just go."

They left the room and went into their daughter's room, to find Rosie chasing their cat.

"Rosie, hey, come here, leave Reggie alone."

The girl stops chasing the poor cat and looks up at Barty. She runs to him and Barty lifts her into his arms.

"Daddy!"

"Hey Rosie." Barty says, his voice soft and sweet towards his daughter.

Rosie is hugging her dad tightly.

"Luv you daddy," Rosie whispers sweetly to Barty as she gets comfortable in his arms.

"Wish she was like this with me-"

"She is, Ev, you're just a little jealous that I have her attention right now and not you," Barty says with a laugh.

"Its moments like these that make me really happy, B. Really happy I am your husband, happy that I am able to raise Rosie along side you. Just really happy."

"You are so corny, Ev. So corny. But I guess I feel the same."

They stand in silence, looking at Rosie with so much love. More love than they had ever felt, except for each other.

"Happy Father's Day, B?"

"Happy Father's Day, Ev."

The continue to stand in silence for awhile, just enjoying each other's company. Rosie was already falling asleep.

"How are we such cold hearted killers, and torturers, and thieves, but have such a sweet kid and are actually loving to her."

"No fucking clue," Barty says with a chuckle.

"Language."

"Screw you."

They peck each other on the lips, careful not to wake Rosie up.

"Love you, B."

"Love you too."

[Word count: 364]

Jegulus Oneshot~

"Oh my god he's crying again," Regulus groaned as he listen to baby Harry's cries.

"I'll get him," James mumbles sleepily.

"No, I will, you sleep," Regulus whispers to James, giving him a small kiss on his forehead before getting out of bed.

James didn't protest and went right back to sleep.

"This is already a 'great' father's day. I am awake at two in the morning, with little to no sleep, with a child who refuses to sleep," Regulus grumbles to himself as he walks into Harry's room.

He gently grabs the crying baby from his crib and rocks him back and forth in his arms.

"Shh.. shh, baby, it's alright, papa is right here.." Regulus coos quietly to Harry.

Regulus sits in the cozy rocking chair that is usually used for reading and just rocks Harry back and forth, cooing to him, and cuddling with the child; trying to get him back to sleep.

It takes over an hour for Harry to stop crying his eyes out.

And when he does stop crying, he is latched on tight to Regulus, and Regulus doesn't have the heart to pry Harry off of him.

So they just rock back and forth for hours, until morning.

Harry sleeps for the rest of the night.

James comes into the nursery after waking up around six, and noticing Regulus wasn't in bed with him.

"Aren't you two just precious.." James whispers as he sees Regulus holding their sleeping baby.

"God I'm tired, James. This is only our first father's day, how the hell are we ever going to survive eighteen years?" Regulus asks in a whisper, as to not wake Harry.

"Well I am sure Harry won't always be a tiny baby, screaming his head off every five seconds, Reggie."

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts Reggie. We'll get through this, and you are such a great dad to him, we can do this. Happy Father's Day, Reggie."

"Happy Father's Day-"

Before Regulus can finish, Harry wakes up and starts to cry again.

"This is going to be a long day, ain't it?"

"Yeah, but we'll manage."

[Word count: 332]

[A/N: I hope you enjoyed this father's day special type thing ! I worked very hard on it. Happy Dad day to all dad's out there !]

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browngirl-inthering · 1 year

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i'm a firm believer in the idea that draco and astoria raised scorpius like a pureblood but without the blood supremacy ideals and bigotry. he's fluent in 4 different languages, has been taking piano and etiquette lessons ever since he was 3, knows multiple genres of ballroom dance and ballet, is proficient in horseback riding and fencing, et cetera. but to make it funny i like to imagine that despite all of this he has no practical life skills whatsoever. like he can play rachmaninoff pieces or translate ancient latin scripts with ease, but ask him to do something basic like boil an egg and he'd probably manage to burn the house down.

#scorpius malfoy #draco malfoy #astoria malfoy #hp next gen #hp next generation #harry potter next gen #harry potter next generation #my hcs

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stationintern · 7 months

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Well, hello there! September has flown by, and I have to say, it was a month. Not the worst, but certainly not the best. In the end, I was not able to read as much as I would have liked, but I managed to scrape together a few delicious fics for you, my beloved mutuals and anyone who happens to come across this reclist (you're my beloved, too!)

Enjoy these fics I've gathered for your October gobbling.

Enterrement de vie de garçon by @wolfpants E, 2.7k

Am I starting a Drarry reclist with a Ron/Viktor fic? Yeah, I am. There's still a solid dose of Drarry in here. There's a solid dose of everyone, actually, and it's amazing. I will forever have the phrase "the gay circle of life" imprinted on my brain. Sexy, hilarious, and incredibly fun.

Scenes from a life by @aideomai E, 33.3k

This is a sequel to Such Great Heights, which is a fantastic fic in and of itself. But, this extended epilogue is just so lovely I decided to rec it on its own. There are a few moments in here that I go back and reread when I need something quick that I know will instantly lift me up. Getting to see the characters aideomai created in the initial fic continue developing and settling into various stages of life brings such comfort and warmth, and I just can't get over how beautiful this entire epilogue is. Some of the funniest moments I've ever seen in fic lie in here, and every time I reread I find something new to love.

Two Weeks by @shiftylinguini E, 21.9k

I've been turned to jelly. A fuck or discomfort fic, if you will. I really, truly, don't think I've ever met a hornier Harry. An adorable Harry & Ron dynamic. Draco is very, very sexy. The parallels between the Magical medical world and the real life one are hilarious, and give you a good chuckle if you've ever been given a pile of pamphlets by your therapist.

Semiplume by @tackytigerfic T, 923

I'm furthering my tackytiger agenda. Very cute and domestic, with beautiful descriptions of everything going on inside Draco's head. Dispels the rumors that Scorpius came from an egg. Though, I did enjoy the debates surrounding that. Harry eats crisps.

Terrible People by @wolfpants, @getawayfox E, 52.8k

Once again, I am reccing two wolfpants fics in one list. I loved getting to follow along as this fic came out, and plan to read it again (and again.) Gay cruises, healer Draco, and stunning art. What else could you want?

Five Weddings and a Potions Accident by @lauren3210

Five weddings, a potions accident, and a scrumptious twist.

Alas, we have reached the end. I sincerely hope you found something new, or that I have reminded you of a past favorite that you can revisit. Until November 1st, friends.

xx, Moon.

#drarry #drarry fic rec #drarry rec list #draco x harry

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nebulablakemurphy · 8 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 1)

Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished.

Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding the use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.

“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.

“Oi, give it a rest.” Their cohost retorts.

“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”

“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”

“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperius charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”

“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”

Hermione. Rosanna’s best friend since childhood.

“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.

“Mum, I was just-” the boy begins to defend himself.

Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”

“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.

“We’re driving down this year.”

“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.

“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”

“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Car karaoke…as if she and his father haven’t been running mad, meeting with lawyers, to clear Draco’s name from crimes committed, against her, more than two decades ago.

Rosanna leaves him to it. Scorpius is number five of their six children. The rest daughters, ranging in age from two to twenty-one.

Their eldest, Leo, followed in her mother’s footsteps, as a proud Gryffindor. Joining the Holyhead Harpies after finishing school.

The second born, Arlo, a Ravenclaw; graduated with honors.

Followed closely by the twins, Vega, Gryffindor and Polaris, Slytherin.

Scorpius joined her, in their father’s former house.

And little Corina is far too young to be sorted.

Draco is still in the kitchen, when Rosanna returns. Corina in her high chair, demanding more scrambled eggs, faster than her father can serve her. Pouting unhappily as she waits.

Rosanna passes a hand over her strawberry blonde baby curls, the same shade as her own hair. Making her way over to her husband, leaning against the counter beside the stove.

“What is it, love?” Draco murmurs, feeling the heaviness in the air around her.

“Scorpius…he was listening to the radio. A talk show.”

“Mmm.” Draco hums, in acknowledgment. “They’ll be on about it in the common rooms as well, I suppose. At least he has Albus, Polaris. Vega will have Arlene and Rose, if she needs someone in her house to-”

Rosanna nods, coming to wrap both arms around his waist and resting her head against the expanse between his shoulder blades.

It’s never been this bad. No one following them to snap a photo or beating at the manor doors demanding answers.

In many ways, their story demands attention for it’s riveting and…controversial nature. Perhaps because there are only two people in the world who know what happened in its entirety.

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Rosanna McVay transfers, from Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry, to Hogwarts at the beginning of her third year. Entirely against her wishes and as a result of her parents, Archer and Dixie, transferring to higher positions within the Ministry of Magic.

"This will be a good change, baby, you'll see." Her mother promises.

At Ilvermorny, students are placed into houses based on the four carvings of the great hall and which reacts to the student in question. The houses represent one part of an entire wizard. Rosanna herself being a proud Pukwudgie, the heart.

Leaving her life, namely her friends and grandmother, who she's always shared a special bond with, to move part way across the world; is the hardest thing Rosanna has ever done. Then again change is never easy.

Once at Hogwarts, she's placed into Gryffindor, the moment the sorting hat touches her strawberry blonde locks.

Rosanna makes new friends among her house mates. Most famously with Ron, Hermione, and Harry; all in her year.

When Rosanna is forced to partner with Draco Malfoy on a class assignment, things go down hill quickly from there.

Fate is tricky that way. Tricky and cruel.

Draco is different. He’s rough around the edges and sharp enough to cut deep where he wants to.

He doesn’t have time for her, the half blood transfer student with whom he’s forced to share half of his grade.

He picks her apart, wondering just how many times he’ll send her off, lip quivering, before the nutter of a professor will stop pairing them together.

But the two of them receive top marks once, twice, three times, four. Rosanna is a good partner, though Draco will never admit it. She works hard and with practice, learns to ignore his jabs.

Until the day she doesn’t. Slapping the quill from his hand, leaving blotches of dark ink on the parchment.

“You’re an asshole.” Rosanna snaps, “I’m getting a new partner.”

“Go right ahead.” Draco waves her away. There’s nothing she can say to the professor that he hasn’t already tried.

A few moments later she returns to the desk, fuming.

“Not getting a new partner after all, McVay?” Draco welcomes her back, with a smug grin.

“Maybe if we start flunking this class he’ll reconsider.”

“You should never cut off your nose to spite your face.” Draco reminds her, “or do they not teach that in America?”

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It becomes a bit of a sport really, getting under her skin. And oh how he does, like a school boy, tugging at his sweetheart’s hair on the playground.

"Do you like butter beer?" Malfoy asks as they're packing up their books for next period.

“Not after you’ve poisoned it.” Rosanna rolls her eyes.

Those big, brown, eyes that send Draco’s insides to a frenzy. If he could… Just once… just to get her out of his system-

"Hogsmeade has the best, straight from the tap." Draco holds her gaze. “Seeing as we’re clearly going to be working together through the end of this year, what harm could one butter beer do?”

His proximity makes her nervous, he can feel it.

Just one time, Rosanna reasons. Just to get him out of her system. “Fine.”

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They kiss, for the first time, behind the little Hogsmeade pub. Realizing too late that they won’t be able to stop.

Kissing Rosanna is brilliant, sweet, like nectar from a forbidden fruit. All swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she pulls away, panting.

“This is a mistake,” she breathes.

“Clearly,” Draco agrees.

But for whatever reason they lean in again.

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This new…tolerance of one another is shocking to their classmates and friends.

“Not to worry about her filthy blood, Draco.” Theodore Nott calls, from his spot lunging on the settee of the Slytherin common room. “I’m sure you can clean it right out of her.”

The room erupts into laughter; hushed whispers follow.

She is one hell of a half blood.

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The Yule Ball presents a unique opportunity for Draco to disappoint his father. He’s going to ask Rosanna, because the thought of Potter’s hands on her waist makes him want to come out of his skin.

Nothing serious though, of course. Lots of purebloods have been known to fool around with those of lesser status before settling down. This was just that.

At least that’s what Draco tells himself as he hand picks a dress for his date. Slipping it into a over sized box and slamming it down on the Gryffindor table, in the great hall, during breakfast.

“Draco?” Rosanna spits up a bit of her pumpkin juice.

“It’s for you to wear to the ball,” he explains. “With me.”

Rosanna shakes her head with a smirk. “Asshole.”

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The night of the Yule Ball they dance until sun up, their feet ache and exhaustion paints their features.

“Thank you for tonight.” Rosanna whispers against his shoulder. She knows this isn’t forever.

“Thank you.” This night, and every night after belongs to her.

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The formation of Dumbledore's Army and the addition of Dolores Umbridge to Hogwarts; creates a unique divide between Draco and Rosanna. Draco takes his place on the inquisitorial squad and Rosanna trains with Harry and their friends, in the room of requirement.

The night they are caught and forced to write lines with Dolores’ special quills, Draco nearly Avadas the old witch.

"Let's see your hand,” Draco snaps. Coming to collect Rosanna the moment they are dismissed.

"It's fine." Rosanna shakes her head at him. "Doesn't hurt."

“You’re lying, let me see.” He insists, consumed by the urge to kiss her wounds; letter for letter.

That’s probably why Lucius finally demands to meet her.

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Winter break comes, Rosanna spends the night after Christmas at Malfoy manor. This life simply isn’t for her.

Perhaps that’s why Draco’s parents have allowed her there. To finally scare her away, once and for all.

Though she must admit, if only to herself, that Draco doesn’t really belong here either.

The boy in question creeps into the guest room, where Rosanna is planning her escape. Maybe she’ll tell them she has food poisoning and needs to return home early.

“What are you doing?” Rosanna’s brows furrow at the intrusion.

"Come on." Draco whispers, "there’s something I need to show you." He takes Rosanna's hand, leading her down a number of staircases to the lowest level. It's pitch black save for the light coming from the tip of Draco's wand.

"Are you ready to tell me what the hell it is?" She huffs.

"What do you know about prophecies?" Draco asks.

"Not a lot, but I'm sure you're gonna educate me." Rosanna leans in with renewed interest.

"They're derived from seers, a form of divination. Some are rubbish, the ministry doesn't bother with those. Others are kept in the hall of prophecies." Draco pauses, making sure he hasn't overloaded her with information.

"Following." Rosanna nods, listening intently.

"Only a person about whom a prophecy is made has the ability to remove it from the hall. Same as the prophecy will only speak for those it pertains to. My father keeps it down here." The fair haired boy explains.

"Your dad has a prophecy?" Rosanna asks, tightening the ponytail atop her head.

"No, I do. He brought me down to the ministry last week." Draco moves toward the locked box, on the center shelf of the stained oak bookcase, against the back wall. Producing a crystal ball with white glowing dust inside.

"They call across land and sea." A voice fills the room, the second it touches his hand.

Rosanna cringes when Draco places it into her palm.

"Just listen." He hushes her. Watching in wonder as it continues to speak.

"Born from the dark, through she, redeemed. Born from the dirt, through he, blossoms. Through love and by love, castles will crumble. A lion heart, tried and true; chooses a side the other must lose." The disembodied voice finishes.

"What does it mean?" Rosanna all but tosses the crystal back into its box.

"I was hoping you'd help me riddle that out." Malfoy purses his lips.

The girl wraps both arms around herself, tightly.

"I haven't told my father what it says. I wanted you to hear it first." Draco tells her.

"Do you really think it’s about us?" Rosanna doesn't understand, not really. But she can feel, in her bones, that no good will come from this.

"It spoke for you, same as it did for me. We need to sort out what it means before it's too late." Draco says. "We'll go back to your room and get started."

Part 2

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queenkhaleesistark · 1 month

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Dramione celebrate Easter

Hermione was sat at home in the dining room, trying to feeding her toddler Scorpius. He was refusing as he was cutting a tooth and it hurt.

“Come on Scorpi. We need to get round to Nana and Grandad for Easter Sunday” Hermione sighed at her bubbly toddler.

Draco comes in from the garden. Dressed in his Sunday best, sleeves rolled up and looking exhausted. He had their family dog Teddy the cavapoo in his arms.

“Why do muggles put eggs everywhere? I didn’t expect my Sunday to be wrestling it out of Teddy’s mouth. He’s not going to remember this Mione” Draco exasperated as he put the dog down and shut the patio door. Teddy scurried off to his bed.

“I know but it’s tradition. My parents did it for me and my cousins. It’s to show the Easter bunny came” She said to her husband. She gestured bunny ears with her fingers which made Scorpius laugh.

“Bunnies? Rabbits do not lay eggs my sweet wife” Draco laughed and was met with laughing back.

“It’s a pagan tradition. You should know! The bunny symbolises fertility and spring is rebirth. Your mother didn’t teach you much” Hermione chuckled.

“I know that Mione! But why the eggs? And chocolate too?” Draco asked as he sat next to his family.

“Well I think we have the Germans to thank for that and Queen Victoria” She sighed.

“And that has something to do with your God, how? You told me he died which is Good Friday, he was buried. Holy Saturday, he was laid to rest and today we celebrate him rising. Sounds like magic to me” Draco explained.

“I’m surprised you remembered that. No idea. But it’s been around for years. I told my mum we had a good reason for missing mass and she would learn later” Hermione exclaimed. Draco smiled as he rested his hand on her stomach.

“Blaise did used to say that we humped like rabbits” Draco laughed as he kissed her cheek. She batted him on the shoulder. All the laughing had turned Scorpius’ attention away from the food and Hermione was able to feed him quickly.

“Right, little man. Daddy is taking you to get dressed and I’ll finish the pudding for Grandma” Hermione cooed as she picked Scorpius’ from his high chair and gave him to his waiting father. He giggled and was babbling dada. Hermione was topping off her cake with small chocolate eggs.

“That cake does look nice. Not as delectable as you” Draco said as he eyed Hermione in her floral dress and pinched her bottom.

“Behave! There’s two children in the room” Hermione feigned a gasp as she covered Scorpius’ ears and kissed her husband. The happy family of three soon to be four.

A/N Long time no see tumblr. Sorry been extremely busy with uni and life. I’m 25 now! I didn’t do one of these at Christmas so here’s an Easter one! How I thought Draco would react to an Easter egg hunt in his garden. Happy Easter,

Rosie

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jomiddlemarch · 2 months

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With you nothing is simple yet nothing is simpler

Rose stood before her, drooping, her braids coming undone, shoes scuffed, a new rip in her overalls, giving Hermione a look of absolute incredulity when faced with the undeniable truth:

Hermione had forgotten to pack snacks.

She didn’t even have a bloody Polo mint somewhere in the recesses of her beaded bag, Transfigured to look like an ordinary mum’s ordinary leather handbag, designed to carry her through her day at the Ministry and any trips she might make to Muggle London.

Forget about something healthy.

She had planned to rely on the water fountain, that wasn’t another complete miss on her part.

She opened her mouth to begin the explanation-slash-apology that would not satisfy either one of them. Rose already had that furrow in her little brow that meant she planned to invoke Nan, which only ever meant Molly, and how important Nan said it was for growing human beans to have good homegrown food and not that muck Mum bought from Tesco’s.

“I have plenty, if she’s hungry. The fruit’s already cut, it won’t keep, and these pesto egg muffin bite things he said he liked yesterday, so of course I’ve gone and made far too many.”

That was Draco Malfoy, sitting on the bench just next to hers, a rucksack and some sort of sport-inspired hamper beside him, unable to resist rubbing it in, that he was a better prepared and more attentive parent than she was, the he his neatly and comfortably dressed five year old son Scorpius, who somehow made the jersey and shorts he wore look like the ideal outfit for a Wizarding child. His fringe was the proper length and not slicked back with some imported pomade like Draco’s had been for the first three years at Hogwarts, and he was busy constructing something tower-like from the stones, twigs and other assorted detritus he’d scoured the park for while Rose ran around, screaming like a banshee and climbing halfway up a tree before scuttling down again before Hermione had to call out to tell her too high, Rose!

Hermione turned her head to convert her explanation-slash-apology into a far more gratifying coldly cutting retort that she had to trust to inspiration to supply, since she had nothing approaching the moral high ground, when she actually looked at Draco’s face, which was tilted in an encouraging and frankly kind manner, and consider the tone of his voice, which had been commiserating and not the least judgmental. Hermione was quite familiar with the myriad shades of judgment and Draco’s voice hadn’t held even one.

He was also incredibly fit.

(That wasn’t really relevant to her decision-making, but it was note-worthy as a general fact.)

“Rose, Mr. Malfoy has some fruit if you want a snack. And something else tasty and homemade, just like Nan would have given you for tea,” Hermione said. Rose sized up Draco in an instant, pivoted to rifle through the sporty hamper, retrieved a little baggie of apple slices and another of the unexpectedly attractive pesto egg bites that reminded Hermione she’d also forgotten lunch and a stale ginger biscuit at her desk was going to have to hold her until after Rose was asleep.

Again.

“Ta,” Rose said, about to fly. It was impossible that she wouldn’t be Quidditch-mad.

“Rose,” Hermione said.

“Thank you, Mr. M’Foy,” Rose said. It was anyone’s guess if she would have gotten Malfoy correct without her mouth half stuffed with Braeburn.

“You’re quite welcome,” Draco said.

Hermione nodded and Rose scrambled away, as fast as her hand-me-down trainers could take her.

“Thank you. I appreciate it. Her wild magic on an empty stomach is terrifying,” Hermione said. Was she bragging about Rose’s magic, when she’d heard rumors Scorpius Malfoy might be a Squib? Probably and she wasn’t proud of it, but that wasn’t unfamiliar either.

“I find them terrifying full-stop,” Draco said. “Adorable, would lay down my life for him in a heartbeat, makes me question every decision my own parents ever made on my behalf, but terrifying nonetheless.”

Hermione laughed. It was the first time she could remember laughing at something Draco said without there being any seething vitriol or tearful desperation she’d had to tamp down or put aside. It felt…nice.

“I have a bit more sympathy for my parents,” she offered. “My wild magic started when I was a toddler and they had no idea what to make of it. No context at all. My mother told me, during out sixth year, that she’d thought she was losing her mind. I was well on my way to inventing Leviosa before I got a hold of the first year spellbooks.”

“Yes, I can see how that might be where one would go. Madness, that is,” he said. There was a frankly companionable silence between the two of them and then he spoke again. “Sometimes, I can’t help regretting it.”

“Regretting what?”

“I love him, with all that I am, my heart and soul and magic. And I can’t help regretting sometimes I agreed to it, having him when I, when we did,” he said. He turned away slightly, so that she saw him in profile, a face like a god’s on a coin, the straight nose, the full lower lip, his jaw held tightly.

“Why are you telling me?” she asked.

“For one, I don’t think you can think any worse of me than you already do, so that makes you perfect for such a shameful admission,” he said, shrugging. “Secondly, you let your daughter eat the snacks I made. Not that I’m trying to make you feel like you owe me something, that I’ve caught you out. You trusted me with your child, that’s what I meant.”

“I think you underestimate how I think of you,” she said slowly.

“Is that better or worse? Do you mean you think well of me and now I’ve dropped in your estimation? Or did I somehow go from sniveling worm beneath your heel to abysmal slime-mold you wouldn’t use your wand to scrape off with magic from said heel?”

He sounded resigned, amused, self-deprecating. His voice was low, a rich baritone, only a little of that drawl he’d had at Hogwarts left. The perfect amount.

“I wear flats unless I’m in court,” she said. “I don’t hold the past against you anymore, we were children, child-soldiers, pawns moved around by people who should have known better. Played a better game of Wizarding chess, given that it was our lives they used. I regret it, myself, having her so young, though I don’t let myself think it if I can help it. I can’t, if I want to keep being a decent mother.”

“You are clearly an exceptionally fine mother. Why did you do it? You’re Hermione Granger, you don’t make decisions you regret,” he said.

Now she laughed, a bitter sound, that kept the tears in her eyes from spilling.

“Don’t believe everything you hear. Or read,” she said. “I lost my parents in the war. They were both only children, my grandparents were gone a long time ago. Rose was my one chance to have a family, someone who belonged to me.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I hadn’t heard they’d died,” he said.

“They’re alive. Just…lost. Turns out, if you do a thorough enough Obliviation, there’s no return. The person they were before is effectively dead. They’re just not sad about it. That’s for other people,” Hermione said.

“Astoria told me it was her dying wish to have a child, even though it would kill her,” Draco said.

“That’s why you agreed?”

“No. I refused when she said that. She used blood magic, from the binding. Once that was done, it was either lose them both or just her,�� he said. “She didn’t know that for sure, there was plausible deniability and we’d said someday. She made someday happen sooner than I thought possible.”

“You loved her,” Hermione offered. She’d never met Astoria, who’d been a few years behind them at Hogwarts and in Ravenclaw, had only a dim memory of the photo that had been in the Prophet when the marriage was announced, a slim, dark-haired young woman wearing a lot of lace standing next to Draco, who’d been all in black. Wizards wore all sorts of things to funerals. Only Hermione saw him in mourning at his wedding.

“In a way. I hated her too. I didn’t want to be either of my parents and I didn’t know how to be anything else,” he said. “My parents were overjoyed, a Malfoy heir, no miscarriages, no stillbirths. A healthy Pureblood baby. That’s quite rare, all the inbreeding, you understand. They think Astoria was a paragon of virtue and also, they didn’t give a damn about her.”

Scorpius ran over and stretched out a hand to show Draco a stone. It was an unremarkable piece of quartz, though it did catch the light.

“What a find, love. You can bring it home if you like or leave it here. You could even hide it, like goblin treasure,” Draco said, studying the stone, reaching out to straighten the collar of Scorpius’s jersey. He touched Scorpius’s cheek fondly, but he didn’t try to wipe the smear of dirt there, nor did he say anything about his son’s grubby hands. Hermione recalled what a pristine child he’d been, all silver and green, how he’d stand between his parents, very still, as if a portrait were being painted.

“Hide it—” Scorpius said and darted back over to the field, just at the edge where a copse of trees stood, shadows beckoning. The whole playground was heavily warded and there were monitoring spells St. Mungo used for observation. It was safe enough to let him run away.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco said, shooting her that familiar parental glance, proud and powerless.

“Ron begged me not to end the pregnancy. It wasn’t planned. The Healers said the curse damage I suffered from Bellatrix was unpredictable, the interactions with contraceptive charms and potions would have made them less effective. It wasn’t my fault, except I never told them I hadn’t bothered with any spells or potions, so it was, in a way. I didn’t care and then I did. I told Ron I was pregnant and he told me he was gay and in love with Theo and it would break his mother’s heart if he never gave her a grandchild. My parents were gone. Harry and Ginny were expecting, Andromeda was raising Teddy, Bill and Fleur just had Victoire. It was easier to say yes. It made so many people happy and Ron did what he said he would,” Hermione said. Andromeda knew most of it, but Hermione had never told anyone all of it, certainly not in one sitting, not sitting on a park bench in the weak English sunshine, without a Polo mint to her name. Augusta Longbottom had said Hermione should do as she liked but it was rare to see such a strong magical signature in the first trimester, though likely it would happen again, for a witch of her abilities. Likely hadn’t seemed like a good enough bet, not when Ron’s blue eyes had pled with her and he’d held her hands in his instead of touching her completely flat stomach.

“What he said he would?” Draco repeated. He sounded encouraging, not nosy. Not prepared to made a rude remark about Ron or the Weasley family as a whole. It felt…good.

“Molly wanted me to name her Frederica. Winifred. Or Elfreda. It was ghastly. Even I knew Fred would have loathed it. Ron put his foot down and told her we weren’t doing that to a baby and that I had final say on her name. Then he came out to them, Molly and Arthur, so the name part receded as something anyone cared that much about,” Hermione said. “I don’t have to tell you how Purebloods feel about that, however warm and Muggle-forward they seem to be.”

“Bloody hell,” Draco said.

“There was a lot of screaming. Arthur finally told Molly to be grateful she had a son alive to tell her what made him happy and she piped down,” Hermione said. “She started knitting a jersey for Theo as soon as Ron let it slip they were involved. It was a little forced, but I think the knitting settled her down, let her feel like she was back in charge of the family. Molly had a great need for that.”

“Ah, the famous Weasley jersey,” Draco said.

“Infamous is more like it,” she replied. “Fleur won’t wear hers at all. But she’s married to Bill, so she can get away with it.”

“I gather you don’t have the same option,” he said.

“Molly watches Rose when Ron and Theo and I are all working or busy, always sends home dinner, invites me to Sunday lunch even when Ron and Theo have Rose. She’s Rose’s only grandmother. She means well,” Hermione shrugged. “Fleur wears cashmere and Molly sniffs. I Transfigured mine into a cardigan. Molly didn’t mind that, as long as the H is all on one side. I hid the pockets I added.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?” he said, squinting a little against the light, the sun lower in the sky. Rose had approached Scorpius and now they were working on something with less height but a larger area. Hermione suspected St. Mungo’s had tracking spells to evaluate wild magic. At Rose’s last Healer’s visit, Hermione had been advised to stock up on Easiheal and beginning Arithmancy books, as if she and Ron hadn’t already done so (plus the Wizarding chess set Theo had brought out to let Rose watch them play.)

“It beats the alternative,” Hermione said. He shifted, faced her full on. They both looked older than they were, Draco with shadows under his grey eyes that spoke of broken sleep, Hermione with a streak of white in her hair like a ribbon, neither of them partial to glamours. He’d grown a fair amount after Hogwarts, his shoulders broader, his lanky frame filled out, and he dressed the part of an older man, much as Hermione had her mum’s uniform on. For a moment, she only saw the boy he’d been, too clever by half, preening, insecure, nervous he’d be caught caring. He’d taken the Dark Mark or rather, it had been forced on him, hidden by the sleeve he had securely fastened with monogrammed cufflinks. He could be the Dark Lord’s deputy, she could be dead in a ditch, both their first wands broken.

“I don’t think that’s as true as people say,” he replied. “We could have been given a chance to grow up. To put ourselves first, not the survival of the Wizarding world or the Noble House of Black. We could have found ourselves here in another ten years or twenty, with children we had chosen to have. Had wanted to bring into existence from dreams. We wouldn’t have to be alone, here, and at home, sitting by ourselves with a drink after we put them to bed, wondering what happened—”

“It’s hard,” she said, to stop him, because he was so right it hurt. She drank tea at night, even though it kept her up, because drinking wine or whiskey alone was worse. Ron and Theo encouraged her to go out when they kept Rose, but she didn’t. She didn’t want to explain who she was and she couldn’t bear it they already knew. She drank oolong, Darjeeling, PG Tips, always black, and she never read the leaves.

“What if it were easier?” he asked.

“Easier?”

“What if you told me what happened and I told you, after we put them to bed. What happened that day, not just what Rose did and what Scorpius said, but how you dealt with that stroppy minister from Croatia and how I heard back from Damaris, in Alexandria, about that manuscript revision, and what we could bring to the potluck Neville’s insisting on hosting instead of getting a proper caterer,” he said. “Samosas, for the record. Though I can manage vol-au-vents in a pinch, if you wanted to be Muggle retro about it.”

“That’s a lot happening,” she said. It was a leap, an enormous, across-a-chasm leap, he was describing and also just words, a possibility she could dismiss with a shake of her head, a slight frown, some politeness he’d accept instantly. His eyes, though, were hopeful, watching her.

“Scorpius will probably interrupt. He usually wants a glass of water exactly when I’m at a good part,” Draco said.

“Rose talks in her sleep. In French. It’s quite distracting,” Hermione said. When had she ever backed away from something daunting? Granted, she usually did some research first. Draco knew what a vol-au-vent was; she clearly wasn’t the only one who prepared. “It’s better than mine. She talks to Fleur and Gabrielle a lot.”

“I’m fluent,” he said. “In French and wheedling.”

“I’m good at pouring a glass of water wandless. I make the water take the shape of a dolphin going into the glass but I can do a Hippocampus too,” Hermione said.

“Are you hungry? I have apple slices and pesto egg muffin bites going begging,” he said, smiling. He had a sweet smile and a gleam in his eyes that was positively, gratifyingly filthy. She blushed, dropped her gaze from his.

“You’re a very pretty mummy, Hermione,” he said softly. “But it can be whatever you want, however you want. It can be maybe later, after you look at your calendar. Half-past never. Whatever’s easier—”

“I didn’t bring any snacks to the park and I have nothing planned for dinner unless we get Indian takeaway again. For the third time this week,” she said in a rush. “It would be easier to have someone else take care of dinner. I’m not picky, Rose isn’t either.”

“Bolognese or carbonara?” Draco asked. “Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is made 98.2% from pasta. Don’t be deceived by the organic apple slices and pesto egg affectations.”

“Carbonara’s faster,” Hermione said.

“But what do you want?” Draco hit the you and want with a perfect balance of emphasis. It made her remember she was only twenty-four years old. Hermione, not only Madam Granger and Mummy and ‘Mione.

“Bolognese,” she said. She reached over, touched his hand where it rested beside his leg. He couldn’t mistake her intention. “Everyone calls her Rose, but I named her Roseline, from Shakespeare. Roseline’s the one Romeo liked first. She goes away. Lives her own life off-stage.”

“I had to pick a constellation. I wouldn’t do it again,” he said.

Ten years later, after a long day and a longer night, he arrived, only a little later than they’d planned and just as they’d hoped. They named him Hugo.

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consistentsquash · 4 months

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This rec list from eldritcher probably got lost on Dreamwidth posts. But I got permission to crosspost so I am gonna copy/signal boost here.

@hprecfest folks ofc don't reblog if you already have it.

I've brought a few cherished fics to this lovely fest. 1. A favorite fic under 5k: Blishen's Firewhiskey, written by @givereadersahug Draco/Lucius. A sinister ficlet. 2. A comfort fic: All of Time and Space. Dudley, Ninth Doctor. All of time and space, indeed! 4. A fic with art: Bringing up Babymort, created by @my--witch and grooot, a terrific Snapecase entry. Severus Snape/the marvellous Hermione Granger. 5. A non-AO3 fic: The Wandering Hat, written by whimsickle. A bright ray of sunshine in a bleak life. Severus Snape, as a child. A terrific Snapecase entry. 6. An unreliable narrator fic: The Residue of His Mind, written by @paulamcg. Sirius, in the throes of dissociation. The pairing is Sirius Black/Remus Lupin. 7. A canon-compliant fic: Before I Am Old, written by @maeglinyedi. Tom Riddle, in his youth. This ficlet has had an enduring influence on my works (when I'd scribbled stories in that corner of fandom). 8. A canon-divergence fic: Friday's Child, written by deslea. This piece has had an enduring influence on how I've written Narcissa Malfoy (when I'd scribbled stories in that corner of fandom). 9. A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3): New Joys by @paulamcg. Tenderly wistful. Amelia/Molly. 10. A fest fic: Candles Lit Against the Dark, written by @perverse-idyll. The pairing is Minerva McGonagall/Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank. A terrific Snapecase entry. 11. A dark fic: Too Old for Playing, written by @paulamcg. A brooding, unhappy piece. How could it be anything else? This is Severus Snape's Worst Memory. 16. A fic that made you laughed: Jeeves and the Secret Society, written by @perverse-idyll. I did feel sorry for Severus Snape, but Jeeves and Wooster sailed me over to an ocean of laughter. Albus Dumbledore/Severus Snape. 17. A fic that made you cry: Work is Good, written by iulia_linnea. Deeply moving and heartwrenching. The pairing is Tobias/Eileen. 19. Fic with the hottest smut: A Slytherin Gathers His Rosebuds, written by @kellychambliss. A ravishing concoction of Minerva/Severus. 20. A fic rated G: Egg Nog, written by delphipsmith. A terrific Snapecase entry. Severus Snape. 21. A thought-provoking fic: Teardrop in Your Palm, written by @danpuff-ao3. A wretched soul wants something he can't have, and stoops to despairing lows. Scorpius Malfoy (Draco's son)/Harry. 24. A holiday fic: How do you solve a problem like a DADA teacher?, written by gracelessmary. Assorted Hogwarts residents. 25. A fic rated T: The Ice cream Man and the Potions Master, written by @squibstress. I would gladly join the queue at Florean's shop (and not only for the ice-cream). Florean Fortescue and Severus Snape. 26. A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about: Sybil Trelawney and the Unexpected Gift, written by @squibstress. Satirical, intimate, clear-eyed, and flayingly insightful. Trelawney. 28. An under-rated fic: Gossip and Mischief by bluedreaming. Assorted Hogwarts residents. 29. A post-canon fic: The Eyes Have It, written by lash_larue. A Hoggywartyxmas present, written for me! I couldn't have foreseen this marvel in my wildest dreams. I am utterly in love with it! Ollivander and Trelawney. 31. A fav amongst favs: Accommodations , written by @kellychambliss. An unforgettable entry from Minerva Fest. Minerva/Severus.

[I'd also wanted to say it's wonderful to have a fest like this. Thank you for running it, and for running it on Dreamwidth as well.]

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#hp #hprecfest2023 #other folks recs #hp fic recs #hp rec lists

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dramioneasks · 16 days

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HP FESTS: HP Springtide Festival

HP Springtide Festival 2023:

Draco Malfoy and the Flying Wand by SybilEvergreen - E, one-shot - She averted her gaze and saw one of the sofa cushions flying through the air before an object zoomed towards them. Suddenly, the arms that had surrounded her released her, and she heard Draco shout. She turned around hastily. With his left hand, he held his head, a lump beginning to form on his reddening forehead. And with the other… Oh, Merlin… This was a nightmare…. “What in the world is that, Granger?” he asked, a dumbfounded look on his face, while he was holding her proud, bright pink wand in his right hand. She really should have accepted the glass of Firewhisky.

stomach butterflies by riddikulus_puff - T, one-shot - It had become a semi-monthly tradition at the small magical animal shelter where Hermione and her six-year-old daughter, Rose, volunteered. And it had become one of their favourite activities that they did throughout the whole year. Rose especially loved being surrounded by all the baby animals. It was a day for magical families — or single people — to come and visit the shelter and adopt some baby animals while greatly helping a charity organisation. This was where a divorced Hermione Granger met a widowed Draco Malfoy, along with his six-year-old son Scorpius.

Is it over? by Writer_Love4618 - E, one-shot - An assignment in Spain, an affair that leaves a mark. A bond that cannot be broken

Bunny Love by Jellylegswriter - T, one-shot - Harry and Hermione come up with a plan to host an easter egg hunt for everyone's kids. When Draco loses a bet and has to come dressed as the Easter Bunny, how will his night end?

This fest is ongoing.

#HP Springtide Festival #fests/exchanges/challenges #dramione

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short666bread · 8 months

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Clone Scorpius

#just some doodles on the concept #something something biological imperative something something triggered by mortal peril #sectumsempra #veela!draco #draco malfoy #scorpius malfoy #Harry Potter #down and out fic where Draco asks/harasses/threatens/guilts harry into paying child support #providing housing whatever #bc it takes two to trigger a ditch effort species survival Veela clone baby egg #potter #or one where harry find out and is like #that’s my son? and everyone is like no #definitely isn’t #but obv it ends w them together and harry adopting scorpius #fic where scorpius asks where babies come from #and harry is like *sweating* um uh well you were uh sometimes when two boys .. there was a war..#and uh #umm #and Draco is like from an egg sweetie and scorpius is like :) oh an egg #omg this would make him and teddy like the same age lol #drarry

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findingtomarrymort · 10 months

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Hi,

I was wondering if you could give some recommendations with dom or top Harry, I have a really hard time finding any.

Also, there is this fic on Wattpad, I think, that Voldemort somehow ends up parenting Harry and the death eaters are like babysitters and not allowed to say curse words. There is a scene, I think, that baby Harry somehow ends up in a battle/raid and all the death eaters congratulate him for his first kill. I don't think it has that many chapters and I don't remember if it is completed.

Thank you for helping🖤🖤

hello, i thought about this ask for a bit (altho i am definitely extremely late answering this ask) because i normally dont do recommendations, but you did mention you have a difficult time looking for them i asked for help so here we are

the death trap by ToAStranger

Summary: Voldemort has his first dream of him only three days after having caved to his baser urges and joined his younger self in bed with the creature that called itself Harry.

Pitch Black by KagariAsuha

Summary: The proximity of Horcruxes can influence anyone - especially Harry.

Fight Fire with Fire by duplicity

Summary: The day his father brings home Lily Luna Potter, a girl who can't possibly be older than Tom is, Tom says nothing. He says nothing, goes to his room, and texts Barty about Tom Riddle Senior's latest mid-life crisis. > does she have a dad? fight fire with fire lol And, well, Barty means it as a joke, but it gets Tom thinking. So he looks her up. He looks up Lily Luna Potter on Instagram and Twitter and VSCO and TikTok, all the places that girls his age are hanging around on, and eventually comes across her father. Her father isn't half bad, if Tom's being honest. He's actually rather handsome—defined square jaw and dark, thick hair. Jewel green eyes. Tom imagines, for a moment, screwing Harry Potter at his house, wherever that is, then having breakfast across from Lily Luna Potter the next morning. The more Tom thinks about it, the more it sounds like fun.

We're (Not) Together by doshu

Summary: From Tom's point of view, they never broke up.

Prison Blues by Metalomagnetic

Summary: Harry and Voldemort find themselves locked up in a mysterious prison.

The Ethics of Want by exarite

Summary: Omega Tom Riddle gets who he wants, what he wants, when he wants. What he wants now? Harry Potter, Albus's divorced Alpha father who's 25 years his senior.

enjoy the ride by eleven_eaves

Summary: Harry’s been avoiding Tom for weeks. Tom finally confronts him in the middle of a parking lot. Sex in a parking lot ensues.

that’s no good by lejf

Summary: Tom, incoherent, filled with Harry's dick. That's it.

Honeyguide by cannibalinc Summary: honeyguide: a brood parasite bird that lays an egg in the nest of another bird species; the honeyguide hatchling will often forcibly eject the other hatchlings from the nest - “I need an Alpha," Tom states. "Someone older. Someone already established within the Ministry with strong connections. Someone kind, a bit stupid, and rich. A Pureblood, ideally. Someone who will soften my image.” “A sweet-hearted, good-looking, oblivious moderate, you mean?” Scorpius asks. “Well, that’s Harry Potter to a T. Too bad he’s married.” This is not the problem Scorpius thinks it is.

Scent of Death by Divida

Summary: Voldemort discovers a new, submissive side of himself when he feels Harry's teeth on his neck.

#tomarry #harrymort #hp #kekxy tag

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mxlfoydraco · 8 months

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3, 8, 12, 24 for drarry!!

sorry it’s been rough 💌

<333

3. Obscure headcanon

Harry has a pitbull rescued from fighting who looks scary bc of her scars but is actually a giant sweetheart

8. Unpopular opinion about them

All my respect to post epilogue folks but Harry’s not a cheater lmao

12. Crack headcanon

Scorpius hatched from an egg and his special eggy had lighting bolts on it for magical romantic soulmate reasons currently unknown

24. Most annoying habit

Honestly they probably do bicker about the stupidest shit and won’t let it go because they get turned on by riling each other up I’m sorry to everyone around them

#asks #ask games

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moonandstarlightsposts · 2 years

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Incorrect Quote: Daemons/Their Listeners Edition

Gavin : We're having a baby.

Caelum: Oh, cangradu-

Freelancer, slamming adoption papers onto the table: It's you, sign here.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Freelancer: Where did you get that?

Caelum: My pocket.

Freelancer: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Caelum: Magic.

/-/-/-/-/

Blake: I’ve invited you here because I crave the deadliest game...

Avior, nodding: Knife Monopoly.

Blake: I was actually going to play Russian roulette, but now I'm really interested in whatever knife Monopoly is.

/-/-/-/-/

Gavin : Okay! Let’s play Kiss Marry Kill!

Gavin : First who would you kill?

*Avior points at Vega*

*Caelum points at Vega*

*Warden points at Vega*

Vega: *shrugs* I would kill me too.

/-/-/-/-/

Gavin: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... and also assault with a deadly weapon.

/-/-/-/-/

Starlight: So I have made the decision to trust you.

Avior: A horrible decision, really.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: If I make you breakfast in bed, a simple "thank you" is all I need.

Caelum: Not all this "how did you get into my house" business

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: So, Caelum is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.

Camelopardalis: Why?

Avior: Because I've caught them trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.

Caelum, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.

/-/-/-/-/

Starlight: Did you buy eggs like I asked?

Avior: Even better!

Starlight: What the fuck did you-

Avior: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: Ooh, somebody has a crush

Warden: Pfft, I don’t have a crush on Vega I just find him interesting.

*Later that night*

Warden, very much awake: Uh oh.

/-/-/-/-/

Avior: I'm gonna need a human skull but you can't ask why.

Scorpius: Only if you also don't ask why.

Scorpius: *pulls four pristine human skulls out of their bag*

Avior: ...

Avior, grabbing a skull: This one will do.

/-/-/-/-/

Caelum: I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Gavin : You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

Caelum: You don’t have to wear…

Gavin : No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

/-/-/-/-/

Camelopardalis: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

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Scorpius: I just found out from Camelopardalis today that when Vega died and the service did the 21-gun salute at their funeral, Gavin said, “They should aim at the coffin to be sure.”

#redacted asmr #redacted avior #redacted caelum #redacted gavin #redacted blake #redacted vega #redacted starlight #redacted camelopardalis

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hey! i loved august <3 can you write a microfic about rose, scorpius and albus in the school year after the fic?? i'm just dying to know what happened after the story ended but before the 2021 part of evermore

So I love Rose and Scorpius so much, and Al is always an adorable mess of a human being, so here is a little exam stress with Rose and Scorpius!

Exam Stresses

August slipped away in a moment of time….because it was never mine…

Rose groaned as she opened her eyes, her neck hurt and her back felt stiff from sleeping on top of her books again. She hated exam time, she hated waking up early and staying up too late studying when she knew that it was ridiculous to do so. She knew the material, but she was her mother’s daughter, and something inside of her was compelled to spend hours and hours of her time studying up until she put her quill down for her last exam.

Her OWLs were important, they would determine her classes for the next two years, but she kept thinking about the conversation she had with Professor Longbottom, with Neville, the month before exam season. She knew what her parents expected of her, to follow them into the Ministry, to find herself writing legislation like her mum, or becoming an Auror like her dad.

“Alright,” said Scorpius, sliding into the open seat beside Rose at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, his white blond curls a mess on top of his head, well overdue for a haircut. “We have tea, chocolates, protein bars, warm socks, a pillow, and a water canteen.”

Rose stared at her boyfriend, still in a daze of waking up herself as she sipped her tea and ate her bacon. She missed being in a kitchen, and even though the House Elves would let her cook with them, she knew that she just got in their way. They were always kind to her, appreciative to her for her parents, but it wasn’t the same as her kitchen at home, her recipe cards handed down from her Grandma Jane.

“What?”

“Mum sent an exam care package for you and Al,” explained Scorpius as he handed Rose the neatly wrapped up box, its contents written on the thick butcher paper it was wrapped in, along with a few small illustrations of flowers she had seen around his family’s manor house. “She knows how Al goes all out around exams, and I may of mentioned how you keep falling asleep in the common room.”

Rose took the package, feeling immediately touched by Astoria’s kindness. She knew that their parents, their fathers, were still hoping that they would break up at some point, but being at Hogwarts together…it just made Rose feel even closer to Scorpius. They got to spend so much time together, and they got time apart when they needed the space from one another. They were still able to spend time with their friends outside of one another, they both got to have Quidditch and prefect patrols and classes apart, but without the feeling of never seeing one another.

Not that they really ever needed excuses for that or anything at all, they always had Al.

“That’s so…” Rose was actually at a loss for words, her mum always sent her chocolate for a special treat after exams, but the fact that Astoria sent her a whole care package just to get through the next ten days….

“Don’t worry about it,” said Scorpius as he started adding food to his plate, piling on eggs and bacon and toast that he added copious amounts of butter and jam too. “She likes to do things like that.”

But it was so…so unnecessary.

“I’ll write her between the Charms written and Potions practical today,” Rose told him, even though she felt a sudden spike in anxiety about the thought of not studying in that time.

“Write her after exams,” said Scorpius, his voice stressed and not like himself.

“Okay,” agreed Rose, as Scorpius started eating, and she reached a hand over to cover his free hand with her own and gave him a little squeeze. “Did she send you anything?”

“Of course,” said Scorpius around a mouthful of toast and bacon before reaching for his glass of pumpkin juice, “about twice as much stuff as she sent you and Al, but I didn’t want to make it awkward.”

Rose smiled and leaned over to kiss his cheek before resting her head on his shoulder, so tired. She laced their fingers together, the pair of them sitting together in their own little pocket of quietness in the loudest room of the whole castle. But that was what Rose always loved about her relationship with Scorpius, even in the loudest and nosiest spaces, they had their own quiet.

He felt like her true home.

#harry potter #my fics #rose weasley #scorpius malfoy #head canons #asks #microfic #honestly this could be a series #and I am working on another Rose/Scorpius/Al fic

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