draco comes out

Potter Potter Potter
  • Draco: Ugh, it's always 'Potter Potter Potter!' Why is everyone so obsessed with fucking Potter?!
  • Pansy: *sigh* Draco, that's literally just you. You are the only one obsessed with Potter
  • Draco: What?! Don't be ridiculous. What about the constant rumors??
  • Pansy: You started every one of those rumors
  • Draco: The stories in the Prophet?
  • Pansy: You mean the stories you came up with and then gave to Skeeter?
  • Draco: Well explain to me all the whispered conversations I hear when I'm *trying* to get work done?
  • Pansy: You talk to yourself when you do your homework
  • Draco: The badges with his name on them?
  • Pansy: You made those
  • Draco: The songs about him?
  • Pansy: You again
  • Draco: It's not just me! The other Slytherins all make fun of him too!
  • Pansy: You threatened to ostracize us if we didn't regularly antagonize him!
  • Draco: Well surely you can't imagine I'm responsible for the rampant speculation about his sex life
  • Pansy: You literally started a betting pool about the size of his dick.
  • Draco: All the girls asking him to the dance?
  • Pansy: You offered fifty galleons to anyone who swore they would take him and then not touch him
  • Draco: The invasive fantasies about his mouth?
  • Pansy: You— wait, what?
  • Draco: The shrine to him under my bed?
  • Pansy: Oh my god
How Drarry Came To Be
  • Draco: *on one of his Potter rants*
  • Blaise: Oh no
  • Draco: What
  • Blaise: You're in love with him
  • Draco: Ugh, as if! He's so annoying and his hair is always a mess and he always acts like he doesn't care and-
  • Draco: Well it's not like I lie awake at night thinking about him.
  • -Later that night-
  • Draco, lying wide awake in bed: Oh no
Drarry Headcanons
  • Draco pining for Harry since sixth year
  • Like he just needs someone to save him, to care for him, who better than the savior of the entire wizarding world?
  • Three years after the war finally ends, and Harry’s Auror work leads him to St. Mungo’s where Draco is a healer
  • And when did Draco get so attractive ???
  • Harry finds himself going back several times a week with increasingly frail excuses to see him
  • “Er, I got a paper cut and I forgot the healing charm.”
  • “You do realize bandages exist, right Potter?”
  • Finally he goes “fuck it, I didn’t die to keep these feelings to myself” and asks him on a date
  • This goes on for a while, and things are super good for both of them
  • They finally begin to feel normal again
  • Harry eventually wants to come out to his family (the Weasleys, Andromeda, Teddy who’s far too young to understand but he’ll be damned if he keeps a single secret from that child)
  • Draco wants to come out too, but his family is so torn apart
  • So they do it together, hand-in-hand, at a Weasley family gathering and when they finally convince Andy and Narcissa to meet
  • They move in together a few months later and have a guest bedroom for Merlin-knows who will stay with them
  • The longer they stay together, the more time Andy leaves Teddy alone with them, secretly testing them as parents
  • That room eventually becomes Teddy’s room, full of warmth and color and so, so many pictures of Remus and Tonks
  • And they heal together, mending the scars they both hide beneath the surface
  • Draco eventually decides he wants his Dark Mark hidden, as instead of a reminder of his past mistakes, it becomes a trigger for horrible anxiety, so he goes and gets the constellations of his family tattooed over it
  • Harry gets a tattoo of Canis Major, complete with twinkling Sirius star on the same day
  • He would end up with a full moon, a rack of antlers, and a lily flower on his body as well
  • They take even bigger roles in Teddy’s life, as a cousin to Draco and godson to Harry
  • Teddy loves the zoo, and they have weekly trips there, but once its raining so they go to the animal shelter instead
  • Draco falls in love with every single cat, but they immediately make Harry sneeze
  • Teddy becomes attached to a large black dog, but to Harry it looks a bit too much like another one
  • Draco literally refuses to leave without rescuing at least one animal
  • They eventually decide to adopt two sphynx cats they find on the muggle internet because they’re hypoallergenic and many people consider them to be ugly, but they fit so well into their strange family
  • Draco thinks they look absolutely regal and wants to name them after constellations, but Harry’s having none of it
  • A few months later, Harry stops in the middle of a Quidditch game they’re playing with Teddy
  • “Draco, will you marry me?”
  • It’s so random that Draco nearly falls off his broom in shock, but he says yes an instant later, and the game continues
  • After the wedding, in which Teddy is the most adorable ring bearer to grace the earth, his hair matching their colors of emerald and gold, Andromeda approaches them with the idea of the two of them adopting Teddy as their own
  • It’d be so much easier for the two of them to keep up with him and raise him into modern society, and she just wants to step back and be a grandmother more than a parent
  • When Draco enthusiastically agrees to it, Harry can’t help but break down in tears
  • After living his whole life without a family, after everyone he’s lost, and after all he’s fought for, he can finally just live and be happy
  • Harry and Draco Malfoy-Potter and their Son Teddy Remus Lupin along with their two cats, Dobby and Colin, grow old together because for fuck’s sake these three deserve to be happy
I AM FUCKING GAY!” Draco shouted to the Great Hall, having the effect of a silencing charm.
Pansy hopped up next to them. “SO AM I!”
Blaise joined in with the yelling. “AND I’M BI!”
The three of them stared at Theo expectantly. He sighed and clambered up next to them quite awkwardly due to his long legs. “I’m ace and actually have common sense to not yell and ruin everyone’s hearing. I am so sorry about them.”
Blaise squealed in delight. “We are the fucking gay group in school! All my dreams have come true!
—  Draco is Freaking Out™ by
Malfoy Is Always Up To Something
  • Harry, in class: *is asleep*
  • Hermione: *shoving him* Harry wake up! You're going to get in trouble!
  • Harry: *mumbles*
  • Ron: *hissing loudly* Mate, really. The new teacher doesn't care who you are or what you've done!
  • Harry: *yawns and sniffles*
  • Professor: *using a Sonorous charm* WELL I THINK THAT'S TWENTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR.
  • Harry: *snores*
  • Draco, at the opposite end of the room: *blinks*
  • Harry: *sits straight up* What's Malfoy up to this time? He stayed in his room for hours last night and I ended up waiting until sunrise to follow him, but then all he did was go take a shower and wank!
  • Professor: ...
  • Hermione: ...
  • Ron: *whispering* You--you watched him wank?
  • Harry: *irritably* Well, I have to know what he's up to, don't I?
  • Draco: *blushes*
  • Harry, snapping: I *heard* that, Malfoy!

a thing i’m thinking about today:

harry potter, aged 23, visiting teddy and andromeda for his normal weekly cup of tea and w/e, and andromeda is in the kitchen and teddy’s run upstairs to fetch harry the latest game he’s obsessed with, and harry notices a leatherbound photo album half-sticking out of the bookshelf in the living room that he’s never seen before, and sort of idly takes it down, and it’s full of photos of the malfoys

photos of narcissa: standing stiffly next to andromeda, the two of them not touching, looking very dubious, and teddy’s ruffled head in the bottom left corner of the picture as he tries uselessly to leap up and wave; sitting very still in a high-backed armchair looking quietly pleased and possessive with teddy six months old and asleep in the crook of her arm; frowning intensely as she pushes rune cards towards a blithely chattering 3 year old teddy.

but most of the photos are of draco. draco asleep on the sofa with teddy curled up and asleep on his chest – there are deep grey circles under draco’s eyes and he’s waxy pale with exhaustion even in sleep, and teddy can’t be more than a couple of months old. draco looking horrified and holding a squirming pudgy teddy at arms length as teddy gleefully spits up what looks like some of his first solids on draco’s crisp white shirt. draco reading a copy of the daily prophet with a 2001 date while teddy crawls up over his back and hangs off around draco’s neck and blows spitballs in his ear. draco and teddy posed solemnly in andromeda’s back garden, draco straddling a broom, teddy next to him and almost beside himself with excitement on the toy broom harry got him for his fourth birthday. draco and teddy playing exploding snap. draco walking in a park next to andromeda with a fast asleep four year old teddy scooped up easily in his arms, snoring on his shoulder. draco in dark jeans and a soft, worn thin looking t-shirt laughing up at the camera while teddy advances on him with hands covered in brightly coloured paint.

harry had no idea narcissa and andromeda were in touch, let alone draco. when he hears teddy thundering back downstairs, he quietly closes the book and replaces it in the cupboard. it doesn’t have to mean anything. he testified at both of the malfoys’ trials. he doesn’t care about them anymore. he’s not even angry.

only that monday at the ministry, when he’s heading for auror hq, draco malfoy wanders past in his buttoned up formal robes clasped tight around his neck, frowning and haughty as ever over a file, shooting harry a swift venomous look as is his habit, and harry’s heart suddenly kicks into high gear.

Someone Else

“Honestly, Ginny, it’s not you-” Harry stopped in the middle of his explanation, realizing how stupid he would’ve sounded saying ‘it’s not you, it’s me’. Ginny narrowed her eyes at him, and Harry rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. He had known that breaking things off with Ginny would be awkward, but this was simply unbearable.

“Then what is it, Harry?” Ginny asked imploringly.

“It’s… I don’t really know how to explain,” Harry said truthfully. How was he supposed to explain that his once intense, romantic love for her had turned into a familial, brotherly love for seemingly no reason. The past few months had just been different. Instead of spending his free time with Ginny like he used to, Harry would now much rather spend that time in his dorm room, or flying, or hell, even studying.

“Is there someone else?” Ginny said calmly. She wasn’t upset; she knew Harry would break up with her from the moment she saw the rooming assignments.

“I- yes,” Harry said decidedly, even though it was a lie. Maybe it would be easier to pretend there was someone else. At least that way Ginny would get a reason. “I’m in love with someone else.”


“Draco Malfoy,” Harry answered automatically, and then bit his tongue. Draco Malfoy? Where had that come from? He wasn’t in love with Draco! It’s true that they had moved on from being enemies since they were assigned to be roommates at the beginning of the year, Harry would even say they were friends, but love? There was no way. Or was there? After all, Harry found comfort in his late night talks with Draco when neither of them could sleep, and he invited Draco to go flying with him nearly everyday, and he relished those evenings he and Draco spent holed up in the library, studying and researching ways to remove tattoos made of Dark Magic. So maybe Harry did love Draco, just a little bit. But that didn’t mean anything, because there was no evidence that Draco felt the same.

“I thought so,” Ginny replied, her voice cutting off Harry’s thoughts.

Harry’s brow furrowed in confusion. “What?”

Ginny shrugged. “You two are always together, and when you’re not, you’re talking about being with the other.”

“Sorry, you mean, both of us? You think Draco loves me back?” Harry couldn’t disguise the hope in his voice.

Ginny sighed. “It’s quite obvious.” Harry didn’t respond, just stared in stunned silence, so Ginny went on, “Did you know that Draco, Pansy, and Blaise have been taking lessons from Hermione and I on how to cast a Patronus? Yesterday, Draco was finally able to cast one. And his Patronus, Harry- it’s a stag.”

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"Please! Stop it! All of you!"

Thanks to McGonagall’s goal of house unity, Harry was sitting in a room full of gryffindors, ravenclaws, hufflepuffs, and slytherins. After one too many fights between himself and Malfoy, McGonagall declared a party between all the upperclassmen (Years 6 and up). It was meant to be an innocent, let’s stop trying to kill each other, party. That changed when someone brought alcohol into the mix. Everyone should know alcohol and gryffindors so not mix.

Seamus was on a table with his shirt off, dancing to music that wasn’t there. On the side you could see Dean watching him with a glazed look on his face. Lavender was going around kissing everyone person, regardless of house or gender. Ron was giving a piggy-back ride to a giggling Hermione. They kept swaying back and forth and Harry thought it might be a good idea to stop them before they got hurt.

As he got up to do just that, he heard something behind him that made him feel a chill that ran to his bones.

“They may as well just bring people straight from Azkaban to this school. Letting death-eater scum like you in,” a boy said. Harry thought it sounded awfully like Micheal Corner. He turned to see Malfoy staring down Micheal with his teeth clenched. His heart ached at the sight. Micheal shoved Malfoy slightly back, and before Harry knew it, he was stalking up to them and drawing his wand.

In a blink of an eye, Micheal was laying on the floor, a full body binding curse keeping him in place. Malfoy looked down at his body and then up again to meet Harry’s face. If possible, his face became harder than it was before. Harry gulped as Malfoy stepped up to him.

“I can handle myself, Potter,” Malfoy spat. Anger was swimming in his eyes and for a moment, Harry couldn’t look away.

“I’m sure you can, Malfoy. I’ve wanted to do that to that little gut since fifth year. It isn’t about you,” Harry snapped back. He let his jaw clench and his hands formed fists at his sides.

Pansy stepped up next to Malfoy and said, “Leave us alone Potter. None of us want to see your ‘heroics’ tonight.”

Harry could feel a crowd forming. He was regretting making such a scene.

“Is there a problem, Harry?” Dean asked. He had stepped up to back up Harry, along with Seamus (still shirtless), Ron, Ginny, and Luna. Though, Luna didn’t seem to notice the tension; Harry assumed she was following her girlfriend, Ginny.

Harry opened his mouth to say 'No,’ but someone else spoke before he could.

“There wouldn’t be if Savior boy would just mind his own damn business,” a new voice, Blaise Zabini, said. Harry looked back to Malfoy to see apprehension clouding his gaze. Neither of them wanted this. There was more slytherins and gryffindors coming up to face each other. Alcohol had made everyone more confrontational it seemed.

Harry wasn’t sure who casts first, but soon hexes and jinxes were flying throughout the room. Instinctively, Harry cast a Protego charm to surround him and Draco. Draco who had wide eyes and a look of fear in his face.

“Hey,” Harry said softly.

“Harry,” Draco said in an apologetic tone. Harry nodded in understanding. He took down the protective shield and held his wand up. They began to cast spell at each, all “missing” their intended target.

“Expelliarmus!” Harry cast and Draco’s wand shot out of his hand and towards him. Harry gave a small apologetic smile that only Draco could see and then turned to see the utter chaos around them. Distracted, he don’t see Draco move towards him. He reached for his wand and then they were struggling. They were so close. If Harry moved just a little closer… but no, he couldn’t do that.

Right as Draco regained contour of his wand, Hermione’s voice sprung out into the room, “Please! Stop it! All of you!” Everyone froze at the witches words. No one wanted to cross the brightest with of their age.

As everyone stared at Hermione, Harry’s me Draco stared at each other. Millions of thoughts and emotions running across both their faces. Harry wished with all he had that he could just move and close the small gap between them. It was only a couple of inches. They stared into each other’s eyes and Harry saw Draco give the smallest of nods.

“You guys act like you’re five years old! The war is over, if you haven’t noticed. We all need to grow up and move on. No more animosity. It’s childish and-” Hermione cut off with a gasp, staring at Harry.

Harry who was snogging Draco Malfoy on the other side of the room.

Everyone followed her gaze. Their was an eruption of disgusted sounds, exclamations, and even cheers. Harry and Draco didn’t stop.

“Alright everyone,” Hermione called, gaining everyone’s attention once more. “I think it’s time to go to our dormitories and get some sleep.”
To everyone’s dismay, she filed everyone out and placed a quick silencing charm on the room they just exited.

“Harry,” Draco gasped, breaking the kiss. They stared at each other in disbelief for a few seconds. Looking around, they saw that they were alone.

“I think we just came out to everyone,” Harry said. Draco’s eyes widened in realization.

“Oh god,” he let out. His breathing was becoming shallow and Harry quickly released him.

“Hey breathe,” Harry said. “Count with me: 1, 4, 7…”

Draco counted with him all the way to 100 and the. 200. His heart was till beating rapidly, but his breathing was slowly returning to normal.

“Do we need to try something else?” Harry asked. Draco nodded fervently and Harry took a calming breath.

“Okay let’s breath in long and slow,” Harry said and Draco did. “Feel the tension in your muscles.” Draco focused on the tenseness of his body.

“Now breathe out slowly, allowing the tension to leave your body. Tell your body relax and focus on loosening your body,” Harry said. He did it as Draco did.

“Do this until you feel better,” Harry instructed and Draco followed through everything again. After about five times, his body felt more relaxed. His breathing was normal and although his heartbeat wasn’t exactly normal, it was slower.

“Better?” Harry asked. Draco nodded and moved towards him. His arms opened to accommodate Draco and they embraced.

“Everything will be okay. It’ll be crazy at first, but soon they’ll get another piece of gossip and leave is alone,” Harry soothed. Draco hummed.

“It’ll be okay,” Harry said.

Crazily enough, it was okay, because they were together.

By Organization for Transformative Works

Oneshot | R | 14.600

Humour | Fluff | Romance | AU | Eighth Year

In which Draco becomes friends with the Golden Trio in first year and seven years later is hopelessly in love with Harry.


Happiness. That’s what this fic is, pure happiness and lots of humour. So basically what I love. And still 100% perfect characters!! Ron, Hermione, Harry and Draco were all spot on! Enjoy!

I Find It Cute When Boys...
  • Ginny: Let you wear his sweatshirts
  • Luna: Listen to you when no one else does
  • Pansy: Like cuddling
  • Hermione: ... Have proper grammar
  • Harry: Have that little half-smirk thing going
  • Draco: You mean like me? *wink wink* *smirk smirk*
#healer!Draco #injured!Harry #pining

Prompts: @ohsodraco
Author: @queenofthyme

Draco hadn’t turned around yet. But he would have seen Harry’s name on the appointment list. He must have known who his next patient was. Harry wondered if Draco felt that same nervous excitement to see him - the clammy palms, the fidgeting, the sweat on the back of the neck and a heart that he could hear pounding in his ears.

Probably not.

Draco stood with his back to the door, reading over a floating chart. Harry took an awkward seat on the edge of the patients’ chair. Still, Draco made no sign he was aware of Harry’s presence. Nothing new there.

Harry cleared his throat and got straight to the point. “I accidentally cursed myself.”

Draco turned around then, his face showing no surprise at Harry Potter sitting in his Healer’s office. “You accidentally cursed yourself,” he repeated drily.

Harry nodded, wiping his hands on his trousers. “Yes.”

“With what curse?” Draco’s eyes were piercing and analytical, giving Harry the odd sensation that Draco already knew exactly what he was thinking. But he couldn’t. Or they wouldn’t be having this conversation at all.

“I don’t know.”

Draco blinked back at Harry, drawing attention to his long pale lashes. Harry had a particular fondness for those bloody lashes. “How can you curse yourself and not know? What incantation did you use? What wand movement?”

Harry shrugged, dropping eye contact, lest he reveal his game too early. “I don’t know.”

“You don’t - “ Draco started to repeat, frustration leaking into his voice. “What are your symptoms? How has this mystery curse affected you?”

“I feel unwell,” Harry answered simply, playing with a loose thread on the knee of his trousers.

There was a silence in which Harry could feel Draco staring down at him, eyes boring into him. He didn’t dare look up. “You feel unwell,” Draco repeated, disbelief clear in his tone.


“Potter, get the fuck out of my practice.”

Harry looked up quickly - he hadn’t expected that. Although perhaps he should have. “You’re not going to cure me?”

“Of what?” Draco’s tone was clipped, impatient, his eyes narrowed. “You’re clearly not cursed. You don’t have any symptoms. I sense no dark magic in your presence. I don’t know what you’re trying to accomplish, but I can assure you I don’t have the time to humour you. Good bye.”

Shit. Shit. Shit. “I do have one symptom.”

Draco sighed heavily, but his face lightened. “What is it?”

“An erratic heartbeat.”

“An erratic heartbeat,” Draco repeated - he was making a habit of doing that. “You’re probably just unfit. It’s not un-“

“So you’re not even going to check to make sure?” Harry interrupted, shuffling on his seat. This was so not how he wanted this to go down. “It could be serious.”

Draco crossed his arms. “It’s not serious.”

“And how do you know if you’re not going to check?” Harry held his breath. If we was thrown out of Draco’s office now, the humiliation will have all been for nothing.

“Fine - “ Harry exhaled - “Lie down.”

Harry shuffled up onto chair fully and laid back. He squirmed a little at the cold plastic covering.

“Stay still,” Draco said, a hand coming out to rest on Harry’s shoulder, holding him in place. With his other hand, he passed his wand over Harry’s chest. Harry tried not to make it obvious when a shiver ran through him - he wasn’t so sure it was to do with Draco’s wand and not his touch.

“It is a little faster than normal,” Draco said quietly, dropping his hand. "Do you often feel out of breath?” He asked, eyes flickering back up to Harry’s face.

“Only around you.”

Harry watched Draco’s pale eyelashes flutter. “I’m not following.”

It look all of Harry’s Gryffindor courage (and plenty of recklessness too) not to look away. “You leave me breathless.”

Harry waited for Draco’s reaction. Nothing at first - it took a second - and then: “Oh no. Oh no.” Draco backed away. “Are you telling me this was all an elaborate set up so you could use that cheesy pick-up line?”

Harry felt his heart drop. “Maybe,” he said quietly, getting to his feet. It had seemed like a great idea over Firewhiskey with Ron and Hermione the previous night.

“That’s pathetic, Potter. You could do so much better than that.”

“Sorry,” Harry said, his face to the floor as he shuffled to the exit. “I didn’t mean to - I’ll just - “

“Come back tomorrow,” Draco said from behind him - Harry froze, hope rising in his gut. "Just make sure you have some better material.”

Harry turned around slowly, a smile forming on his face. “If that’s what the doctor orders…”

“Healer,” Draco corrected. He was back to staring over his chart again. “I’ll make your follow-up appointment 5.30pm tomorrow. “ He looked up at Harry and winked. “It’s my last session. Dress sharp.”

more like this l @queenofthyme​ 

anonymous asked:

hello!! i love all your fic recs theyre so good !! Could you please rec me some drarry fics where Harry and Draco reveal their relationship to the wizarding world and all the responses that follow. the reveal could be the main part of the fic, the end of the fic or the epilogue!! i love all length fics and as long as the reveal is in there somewhere (even a tiny chapter or something) I want to read it! thank you so much in advance xxx

Hello!! Thank you! I feel like there are a lot of fics in which Harry and Draco come out in some way, so I’m really going to limit this to fics where they come out to the general public (as opposed to just Hogwarts or something) and the coming out/responses are a pretty memorable part of the story! :)

Date Blindness by dysonrules (24K)- Harry was perfectly happy with his life until Hermione decided to set him up on a blind date.
This fic is a great play on the “coming out” trope! The boys enter into a very business-like arrangement to fake a relationship so that Harry can come out to the press, but OF COURE THAT’S ALL A PRETENSE TO HIDE THEIR TRUE FEELINGS AND IT WILL NEVER BE ENOUGH YOU DEAR STUPID NAIVE BOYS. *Coughs* excuse me. Anyway, fake relationships are THE BEST and this fic is great.

A River in Egypt by cassie_black (3.5K)- Draco is not impressed with the surprise guest at his Birthday party.
This is a reeeeally cute fluffy little fic! I don’t want to say too much and spoil it, but it just warmed my heart <3

Chasing the Dragon by Calanthe (link to PDF download. No word count, but 329 pages)-  Harry arrives back at Hogwarts for his final year, nursing a huge crush on Blaise Zabini. Following a Polyjuice potion ‘incident’, Harry learns some VERY interesting things about Malfoy and starts to look at the Slytherin in a different light. Harry lets his imagination, and his wicked streak, run wild, with Malfoy on the receiving end of Harry’s game.
This fic is pretty kinky and involves quite a bit of dubcon and some d/s stuff, so be warned! Personally I love all of those things so I ADORE THIS FIC. Harry starts out with a crush on Blaise (silly Harry), but don’t worry because very soon THINGS make him realize the error of his ways and the fact that Draco Malfoy is his one true obsession. Harry engages in some not-quite-moral methods to get Draco’s attention, but luckily Draco is not-quite-moral himself ;). The “coming out” is in the later part of the fic!

The Love That Has To Keep Shouting Its Name aka Hero Harry’s Attention-Seeking Actions a Huge Howl for Help by twistedmiracle (41K)- In which Harry fights with the Wizarding press, befriends a Muggle role model, explores his political-activist side, and buys rather a lot of flowers.
This is another fic in which they start a “fake” relationship so that Harry can come out to the press! YES! It’s really funny because no matter how much Harry has tried to come out, the Prophet keeps photoshopping him with various women and Harry is just so done. ENTER SEXY DRACO MALFOY TO SAVE THE DAY.

Becoming Us Part 1 and Part 2 by VivacissimoVoce (84K combined)- Following the war, Harry Potter and friends return to Hogwarts to repeat their interrupted final year. To everyone’s surprise Draco Malfoy returns as well, but something has changed. Harry learns the weighty consequences of being marked as a Death Eater and must decide whether to help Draco escape his past. 
Although the “coming out” part of this fic is riiiiight at the end of part two, in a way I feel like the whole fic is about coming out because of the amount of time devoted to dealing with pervasive homophobia. It’s really great how they slowly work to overcome it! Also I LOVE the way they first come together!! Harry takes pity on Draco and takes him to get his Dark Mark removed the muggle way. How brilliant is that idea?! Also it’s an eighth year fic, which preeeeetty much makes it automatically amazing hahaha.

‘Twas Brillig by Queenie_Mab (74K)- Harry reads a chapter of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland to his children before bed every night and through the story, he and his middle child find an ally in each other as they, along with Alice, discover a world that just doesn’t seem to make sense when taken at face value. The more aware Harry becomes - embracing his child’s reality - the more motivated he is to build a wizarding world that is fully inclusive, and by processing these life lessons finds he’s able to connect with another person in ways that have always eluded him.
YES YES YES this fic is great! It has so many different parts that are really memorable for me! Like… massage therapist Draco and a sexy massage! Trans!Al who is the sweetest! Surprise crossdressing! Great sex! Seriously, I think about this fic all the time.

Nineteen Years and 5 Minutes Later by TheMightyFlynn (203K)- Five minutes after his happily-ever-after, Harry finds himself locked in the public loos with an angry Draco Malfoy and a need that he has denied for 19 years.
Aaaaah this fic! Okay I feel kind of horrible about this and I love Ginny as a character (when she’s not with Harry lol) but SOMETIMES I just really want to read a good Ginny-bashing fic anyway, you know? And BOY is this some satisfying Ginny bashing. The coming out in this fic is, if I remember correctly, not done with the consent of our boys, but public opinion is really important to the plot here, so there’s a lot of them in the press, and a lot of reactions! Also I JUST noticed that there is apparently a sequel?! Which I haven’t read yet?! I will get on that ASAP

What You Do With Your Life, A.H.K.B.C.B. (After the Hero Kills the Batshit Crazy Bastard) by oldenuf2nb (39.5K)- Draco Malfoy had waited years in hope of seeing Harry Potter utterly humiliated….
(Note the above link is accessible by registered ao3 users only. If you don’t have an account GET ONE BECAUSE IT’S SO CONVENIENT or try here :D)
THIS FIC IS GREAT, OKAY??? Both Harry and then Draco have horrible exes, and then both of them help each other save face in front of the public when they have to confront those exes. There’s lovely angst (as opposed to annoying angst, which is hard to do) and lots of fluff and smut and everything you could ask for! Just yes yes yes! 

As always, if anyone else had a rec to add, feel free to leave a reply! :)

39. Albus comes out to Harry

Albus walked into his fathers’ study, hoping that he would catch Harry in a rare moment when he was not busy.


“Hello son, come on in. How are you?”

“Good…I’m…I was wondering if I could ask you a question.”

“Sure, what do you need?” Harry set down his quill and looked up at Albus.

“Well…I was wondering how you knew you were in love with Dad.”

“Oh. Well I suppose the first time I knew was about two or three weeks into seeing him, when he was all I could think about. And everything I did was somehow about our future. Everything in my world suddenly was revolving around him.” Harry smiled, reflecting on the lives he and Draco had built. “Why do you ask, Albus?”

“I don’t know. I think…I think maybe I’m in love.” Albus looked down at his shoes.

Harry smiled and came over to give his son a hug, “Really?” He led him over to the couch and sat down next to him, “With who?”

“Well…he’s…amazing Dad. His name is John. And I…I don’t know.”

Harry smiled at his boy, “Son?”

“Yeah?” Albus continued to look down.

“Why don’t you seem happy?”

Albus blushed, “I am happy Dad, I just…Well I don’t want you to be disappointed in me.”

“Why on earth would I be disappointed in you Al?!”

“Because I…Dad what if I’m gay?”

Harry was so taken back, he furrowed his brow and gave his son a look of concern.

“Why would that matter?”

“Because Dad, I overheard you and Dad talking the other night and you said that falling in love with Dad was the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, and I heard Dad say that he struggled because a lot of people made fun of him when you guys started dating. Then you said that it hasn’t really gotten any easier, people still talk about you guys and say bad things.” Albus looked up at Harry with wide and scared eyes. “I’m sorry. I just really…I like him.”

“Oh Al,” Harry pulled the boy into a hug, “Son, I think you misheard us the other night. Falling in love with your father was the hardest thing I had to do, we had spent so many years fighting, it was really hard to repair the damage—even though we both really liked each other we had to fix a lot. And most people made fun of him because he was a Slytherin, and back when we were in school it wasn’t normal for a Slytherin and a Gryffindor to be friends, or to date…but not because we are gay! Al! I’m gay, How could you ever think I would be disappointed in you??”

“I’m sorry.” Albus seemed so small.

“Come here.” Harry pulled Albus into another protective hug, “Al, I don’t care who you love, I just care that you are happy, okay?”

“Okay.” Albus looked up and smiled at Harry.

“Now let’s go get some ice cream you nut. Maybe your father wants to join? I’m sure he would like to hear all about this boy you like.” Harry nudged Albus and winked.

“Well…maybe not. I don’t know if I’m quite ready to tell anyone.” Albus blushed, “I don’t care if I’m gay…I just don’t want to ruin it, you know?”

Harry smiled and opened the door to his study, leading Albus out into the living room. Harry took his sons arm as he prepared to apparate to Diagon Alley. He took one last look down at Albus, and he smiled and shook his head. Only his son would think he would judge him for being gay. The apple apparently didn’t fall far from the tree, as he remembered quite clearly how he felt when he first came out. Fortunately for Harry, life had never been better than since the time came for him to tell the world that he was in love with Draco Malfoy. The life that they built and the family they raised was more than he ever could’ve dreamed of.

At Your Service
By Organization for Transformative Works

Author: faithwood | Word Count: 95.7k | Rating: NC-17

Summary: Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There’s only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

Review: Probably the best fic with boys in denial you’re ever going to find! This is also such a Hogwarts fic, and not just because of the setting. It really brings back the magic of school life at the castle, the mundanity of the most amazing sounding lessons, the insanity of Hogwarts students and their lives together, the mysteries that never seem to leave harry potter alone… It made this feel like such a genuine continuation of the books. 

All the characters stay so true to canon, with all their flaws and sincerity and insecurities, and the fic takes these details from the book and incorporates them into the story in such a seamless and believable way. The plot and premise is also so creative and imaginative, with so much warmth and magic and fear and all sorts of other emotions.

Content/Warnings: Eighth Year, Mystery

bitch!!!1!! You come into MY INCORRECT QUOTES HOUSE, reblog MY drarry post, then you go into MY TAGS and you accuse ME, a respected drarry housewife of These Good Christian Suburbs, of having a “garbage ship???” 

👀 👀 👀 🔦HONEY IF YOU HATE DRARRY THAN WHY DID YOU REBLOG FROM ME, “INCORRECT-DRARRY-QUOTES???” 👀🔦 👀 👀 🔦 expose her!!! gd!! like no shade but we all see you!!! and we will support u if that’s what this is???

The Banquet

Ship: Draco Malfoy x Reader (do you honestly even expect anything else from me anymore? Lol)

Warnings: Cursing, sadness (don’t worry though it may have a happy ending. Maybe…)

–> NOT EDITED!!! <–!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (may have many grammatical errors welp)

Hope you enjoy! =)

Originally posted by ofallingstar


          You sighed, looking at your reflection in the mirror. You hated these events. Your family, the Y/L/Ns where one of the most prestigious in all of England, being one of the sacred 28 families in the wizarding world in the country.

       Most of your family belonged to Slytherin. They had strict views on life. You remembered how upset your family had been when your older brother, Lysander, had been sorted into Gryffindor house. They hoped and prayed that you would turn out to be a Slytherin, as generations before you had. Yet, low and behold, almost seconds after the sorting hat was placed on your head, it cried out “ Gryffindor!”. Your family didn’t speak to you for weeks, but Lysander couldn’t have been more proud.

       Now you were entering your sixth year, and despite the horrid summer heat, your family was forcing you to go to another one of those dreaded parties.

     You grin slightly as you look at your reflection. You were always the quiet one in your family. You never spoke out, you never did anything that wasn’t expected of you, and you always, always played by the rules. However, that was not the case tonight.

    Any other party previous to this one, you arrived in a rather childish dress (always pink), with an uncanny amount of ruffles, your hair in a high ponytail and a sweet, innocent pink lipstick.

     But a few weeks ago, your sister Evangeline took you shopping in Diagon Alley (she needed new makeup, she could not walk into the Malfoy residence with puce colored lips!) and as you walked into the store, you immediately fell in love with a shade of scarlet. It looked so mesmerizing, you simply had to have it.

      You wore a black dress. It hugged your curves tightly, and just past your hips the skirt opened up, a high slit showing off you leg. The dress had a V-neck which reached just about the middle of your chest. You paired the lipstick with matching heels and you had borrowed one of Evangeline’s silver bracelets. You heard the door open and turned. Evangeline walked in. Her jaw dropped. You giggled a little.

“Oh my goodness, mother better clean up around here, because after tonight we’re going to have quite a few guests, if you catch my drift.” she said, walking over. She wore a black dress as well, but the skirt was tulle, and it was more of a ball gown. You turn pink. “It’s just missing something.” she whispered. She pressed her lips into a thin line, looking you up and down. “Oh, yes.” she said. With one swift motion, she pulled your hair down from it’s bun. She smiled.

“Evangeline, you know I don’t like to wear my hair down.” you say, glaring into her blue eyes. She shrugged.

“But look in the mirror.” she said. You huffed and looked in the mirror. You gasped a little to yourself. You looked like you, but…not you. It was a sexier, older version of you. “You are going to turn a lot of heads tonight. Now come on, Lysander, Mum and Dad are waiting in the town car.” she said. You nodded.


          You take a big, shaky breath as the Malfoy Manor came into view. “Honestly, I do wish we could have hosted the Banquet this year. The Malfoys, however, are very stubborn.” said your mother. “Shame.”

     You were honestly very, very nervous about this dinner. It was bad enough you’d be surrounded by “My, how you’ve grown!”. It was at the Malfoy’s.

        You and Malfoy had had a little…something the previous year. It was usually just skipping class to be in the broom closet. But you two did go to Hogsmeade once or twice. And to be honest, you loved it. But you didn’t know where you stood.

     Your town car joins the line waiting the enter the gates. Then, with a shaky, rather ear-splitting screech, the gates opened. The cars drove in, and one by one, the families inside them got out and entered the mansion. You were the last in the progression.

     Finally, your brother Lysander stepped out, offering you his hand. You smiled, taking it. “You should have seen mum’s face when you left the house.” he said.

“Really?” you hummed.

“Positively livid.”

“Explains why she won’t speak to me.” you whisper. He laughed.

“Ahh, my little Y/N. All grown up.”

“Not really.” you say. “I’m only sixteen.” He’s about to answer when the ballroom doors in front of you open, and you walk into the manor. You look around. Floating candles hang in the air. flowers sit circle the columns. Large, beautiful chandeliers hang from the ceiling. It was quite the change from the rest of the dark, cold manor. You smile. It looked like a scene out of a fairytale.

“Now, according to the invite, there will be an hour of pleasantries before the dinner officially begins, and then the rest of the evening will be spent here, in the ballroom.” said your mother, her voice dripping with distaste. Your brother grabs a glass of champagne from the servants floating around.

“I thought you’d wait at least a few minutes before your first drink.” Evangeline hissed.

“Well, look just by the bottom of the stairs. In a few minutes, when this horrid line comes to an end, we’ll have to be announced. And mum’s going to make a big deal, and well…just shut up, Gina.” he spat, tucking his chin length, caramel colored hair behind his ear, his dark eyes looking around in annoyance. Gina glares, but then grabs your hand.

“Well don’t fret, dear brother. No one cares about you. They’ll all be staring at Y/N, won’t they?”

“I hope.” he mumbled. You hear your mother huff, fanning herself with the invite.

“They weren’t even at the door. What kind of hosts don’t greet their guests?”

“Well there are lots of guests.” say your father. “That’s why they’ll be an hour of pleasantries. So they can meet everyone.” he said. Your mother huffed again, her annoyance obvious.

“I know, I’m not an idiot.” she said, narrowing her eyes at your father, who turned to you three and rolled his eyes. You giggled softly.

            Finally, it seemed to be your turn to enter the party. You take a deep breath. Your mother puts you all the in the order. Her and your father walking first in front, Then Evangeline and Lysander, and then you.

“The Y/L/Ns, number 28!” the announcer called. Your mother beamed and walked down the stairs. People turned to watch. Just as you were about to turn the corner to follow Lysander and Gina, your shoe came undone.

“Damn!” your cursed. By the time you fixed it, you were a few feet behind. You walked, turning the corner. Gina and Lysander stared at you with wide eyes at the bottom of the stairs. Your mother looked at you, livid. But as you walked down the steps, your heart pounded as chatter began to die down. You smile brightly. People gasped and whispered. For once in your life, you had the attention. For once in your life, you felt beautiful. You look around the crowd. 

     Just then, your Y/E/C eyes met a pair of stormy greys. You felt shivers race up and down your spine. He still had the power to make you weak. But not tonight. You did not look away. Your eye contact did not falter until you rejoined your parents and conversation started again. You would recognize those eyes anywhere. Those were the Malfoy eyes. Your mother began to fan herself again as you all made your way deeper into the ballroom. 

     “Y/N!” you heard. You turned towards the sound, smiling as an awkward blonde boy made his way over to you.

“Neville!” you say, wrapping your arms around your good friend. He smiled. “I must admit, I didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Yeah, me neither. Gran forced me.” he said. You laugh a little, turning pink as you saw heads turned in your direction. “You look…different.” he said. “I half expected you to show up in an oversized sweater, and perhaps some old sweatpants. You laugh.

“I know.” you say. “Have you seen the Weasleys?” you ask, looking around.

“Yeah, Bill’s over there, talking to your brother Lysander.” he said. “Ron is over by the food table, and Ginny is talking to Daphne Greengrass. But the rest, I have no clue.” he says. You nod.

“Thanks, Neville. I’m going over to Ron, want to come with?” you ask.

“No, Gran needs me. I’ll save myself the embarrassment of her having to call my name out in front of everyone here.” he said. You nod, giggling softly. You walk over to Ron, who was stuffing his face with bon-bons.

“Graceful.” you say. He turns and turns a bit pink when his eyes set on you. He then shrugs, swallowing down the enormous amount of candy.

“You look different.” he says. “At first I didn’t recognize you.” You shrug.

“Hmm.” is all you say. “Hey, have you heard anything from Harry?” you whisper. He shakes his head.

“School is in a few weeks. We can talk more then. For now, you never know who’s here.” he said. You nod, sighing. “Hey, Y/N?” he says. You look up at him.


“Draco Malfoy, heading over, two o’clock.” he says quietly, turning back to the table. Before you can turn around, you hear a chilling voice behind you.

“Haven’t you had enough, Weasel?” he hissed at Ron. You sighed, a pained look on your face. You feel his surprisingly warm hand brush up against yours. His pinky wrapped around you finger. You felt him watching you. That used to be your sign. You huff, biting the inside of your cheek before turning, your gaze on the floor as you followed him to wherever he was going.

     You two made your way to a set of doors and he sneakily opened them, leading you through them. You looked around. You were in a dark room, a library or study. The only light was the moonlight,which poured through large windows. Draco took out his wand and pointed to the fireplace, muttering something. The wood inside burst into flames. It crackled, and you walked over, hugging yourself.

He walked over. “You never responded to my letters.” he said coolly. You then felt a sense of confusion rise through you.

“I never got any letters.” you said, turning to face him. You gasped quietly. He was much closer than you thought, and your nose practically touches his. He looked at you, his gray eyes filled with confusion.

“But I sent many. At least, I don’t know, ten?” he said.

“I don’t know, Draco.” you whispered quietly. “But I…” you didn’t know what to say. You knew that it was never going to be more than a fling. You knew that. Yet the distance between you two pained you. Your eyes widened a little as you felt his long fingers brush against your neck, held against your chin as he angled your face up so your eyes met his.

“Just ask your question.” he said quietly.

“What…what are we?” you asked, a weight lifting off your shoulders.

“To be honest, I don’t know. But we are something, aren’t we?” he whispered.

“I think so.” you mumbled. Your eyes fluttered closed as he was about to lean in, but you stopped when a loud knocking on the door sounded. The music outside stopped.

“It’s dinner time.” he said quietly, running his thumb along your cheek. You sighed, not wanting to open your eyes. He took your hand in his, starting to walk. You opened your eyes in defeat as you leave the room stealthily. You two walked with the crowd, Draco holding your hand the whole way to the dining hall.

    The room felt more like you’d expect it too. Dark, a bit chilly. Candles with green flames hung in the air. Mountains of food sat on the table. Draco lead you to a seat and pulled out your chair. You sat down and he pushed it in, earning a few whispers and intent stares from both families. He sat next to you. Gina sat on the other side of you, her eyes widening as Draco’s hand found your thigh. You cleared your throat before scooching in your chair, hoping the tablecloth would mask his actions. He hid his smirk with his glass, taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

       Throughout the dinner, he would squeeze your thigh, at one point even sliding his hand under the slit of your skirt to feel your skin. You would try your best to hide your blush, but failed miserably. The table laughed as one of the older men told a joke. But you could barely focus on he joke. All you could feel was Malfoy’s hand on your thigh, his eyes watching over you.


        “Ah, yes, my Evangeline!” cried your mother, getting your attention. Evangeline was blushing, but smiling brightly. You then realize that the topic must have switched to Gina. “I’m so proud, honestly. Not many young adults her age get such high-ranking jobs. My little Gina, working for the Ministry…” your mother trailed on. You sighed softly, taking a sip of your water. 

“And what of Y/N?” asked an annoying, nasally voice. You turn and Pansy Parkinson was taking a sip of her drink, glaring at you mischievously as if she knew she was bringing up a touchy subject. You felt your stomach begin to fill up with dread. You noticed Malfoy looking at you, and he squeezed your hand this time.

“Well…we are proud of Y/N.” said your father shortly after a very awkward silence filled the room.

“Well, what has she done? Apart from her…little ‘meetings’ with a certain someone.” hissed Pansy. Your face turned bright red as heads turned to face you. You became more aware of Draco holding your hand, and others did too as they eyed them, watching the hands on the table as if they were a bomb about to explode.

You feel your mother’s glare. “Well, had we known about these rendezvous, we would have put an end to them immediately. Let’s leave it at that.” said your father. Lysander eyed you with pity. You hated that look.

“What, do you not want people to think she’s, well, a tramp? Gryffindor scum?” cried Pansy. Her parents looked down awkwardly, sipping their wine. Before you can stop him, Draco stands up quickly.

“You shut up right now, Parkinson, or I swear to merlin I will hex the shit-”

“Draco!” you hissed, tugging on his arm.

“Jeez, Draco, I’m just having a bit of fun. It’s not my fault you chose someone so sensitive and tainted as her. Does she know?” she said, narrowing her eyes. You looked up at Draco in confusion. You could see the panic in his eyes. Pansy stood up.

“Do I know what?” you say, a bit frightened. You can’t believe that none of the adults have put an end to it. You stare up at Draco. Neville and Ron look at each other, bloody murder in their eyes.

“Y/N, did you know that the entire time you two were, well, doing whatever it was you were doing, Draco and I were in a serious, committed relationship? Did you know that he told me often how he wanted to be a family man, how he hoped we’d be married someday, how you were just an irrelevant fling, you didn’t matter, that you were a good run in the broom closet every now and then-”

“Pansy, that is enough!” hissed her mother, smacking her arm. Pansy merely watched you, a sickening grin on her face. You looked up at Draco, tears in your eyes. He glared at Pansy viciously. If only looks could kill.

“Is it true?” you ask, your voice breaking. He looked down at you in pain.

“Y/N, I-”

You stand up before he can finish, the sound of your chair screeching interrupting his excuses. Pansy laughed as you ran. You didn’t care.

    For the first time in your life, you had felt beautiful. Sexy, even. You felt like you could own the world. You wished you were in front of your mirror again, looking at your reflection, your stomach twisting anxiously. Now it was gone. It was ruined. You stopped once you came into the middle of the ballroom, your sobs and pants echoing in the hall. You heard a commotion from the dining hall and the doors burst open. You didn’t dare look to see who was behind you. You kicked off your heels, running to the entrance hall and out the door. You heard heavy footsteps. It was a man.

      You pause as the cool night air hits your face. You pant, tears streaming down your face. Were you really that insignificant to him? Just something good to bang every now and then? You thought it was more than that. You hear him call your name and start to make your way down the steps. He catches up to you.

“Y/N, please.” he said.

“No.” you say, your voice breaking again. You turn to face him finally, your wet cheeks glowing in the moonlight. “No. You have no right to talk to me, Malfoy. I-I…” you pause for a moment. You turn away from him. You were not at fault. He and Pansy were at fault. What did you have to lose? “I am more than just an irrelevant fling. I do matter. I should be more to someone than just a good run in the broom closet. I-I don’t need you. I am fine on my own. I am fine on my own, and I can find someone who thinks that, too.” you said strongly, turning. You sigh. “It was good while it lasted.”

“No, Y/N, please. The only time I ever said any of those things was after the first time. When we were both drunk and angry at the world. I-I told Pansy those awful things to avoid hurting her. And then the second time happened. And it was perfect, and real, and…then I broke up with her. She’s saying those things to get to you, to ruin us and to push you down.” he said. You looked into his gray eyes.

“How do I know I can trust you?” you asked quietly. He took out his wand, muttered an “accio” spell and a few seconds later, what seems to be a stack of papers came floating through the doors. You looked at him in confusion.

“What…what are they?”

“Letters. The letters I never sent.” he said. He turned pink before handing them to you. You looked down at the elegant penmanship and sat down on the steps. You began reading them.

     Each one was extremely personal. It was as if Draco had put his heart on paper, as if you could see directly into his mind. You felt your cheeks heating up as you read the paragraphs about him missing you, how he longed to hold you tight and feel your lips on his. You put down the letters and looked at him. You handed them back. “Keep them.” he said softly. He took your hands in his. I know you don’t need me. I know that you’re fine on your own. But…Y/N, I love you. And I know I’m a cocky, arrogant, spoiled Slytherin prince, but I when I’m with you, I feel like you bring out the best in me. And words cannot describe how much I miss you. Please, please say you’ll give me a chance.” he said, his eyes filled with desperation. You hesitated, then looked down at the letters.

“Alright.” you said. You laughed as he wrapped you into a tight hug. You hugged him back, taking in his every feature. Your heart sang and you felt at home. You felt happy. “I love you.” you whispered.

“I love you too.” he said back. You opened your eyes as you heard music begin again.

“It seems the ball has started.” you said, pulling away.

“I’m not in the mood for dancing.” said Draco quietly. “How about we spend a quiet evening by the fire?” he suggested. “Like old times?”

“I’d like that.”

Originally posted by forever--fall

How I imagine Draco's coming out
  • Draco: Mother, Father, I'm gay. I don't care if you don't like it, this is my life and--
  • Narcissa: Draco, we've known you were gay since you were 11.
  • Lucius: The only truly shocking thing about this is that it's taken you so long to tell us.
  • Draco: --I won't be stopped from--what? I don't--But... how?
  • Lucius: Draco, you sent us letters every day about how devastatingly perfect Potter was for five years.
  • Draco: WHAT? I did NOT!
  • Narcissa: You most certainly did, dear. Let me go get the boxes. We saved them all.