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been feeling kind of touch starved lately,, have some snuggly boys

I am in my own Harry Potter AU hell.

And just because I can:

“Dad…” 

Malfoy looked up from his desk, quill poised over the parchment as his son hovered by the study door. Aware that he was frowning, Draco lifted his expression into something more neutral. He was vaguely aware of his own father always frowning whenever he’d tried to talk to him as a boy, and he didn’t want Scorpius to one day think the same about him.

“Come in, come in. Shut the door, you’ll let the heat out.” 

The Greengrass estate was a crumbling ruin compared to Malfoy Manner, with only half the library and none of the artifacts Draco had spent the last few years archiving and putting safely away behind spelled glass. But for now it was home, chilly stone walls and all.

“Did you want something?”

“Yes.” Scorpius replied, pausing to tug at the hem of his dark shirt. There’s still a bruise under his eye, faded to be sure, but the mere presence of it made Draco’s heart skip a beat. When he’d seen Severus Potter crawling out of the rubble, face covered in blood and no sign of his own son, he’d known terror like no other.

And Draco Malfoy was intimately familiar with the machinations of terror. He’d been hugged by it once.

“Well,” he prompted, setting aside his work entirely and giving his full attention to his son. “What is it?”

“I want my friends to come visit.”

Draco blinked. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that. “Your…friends?”

“Albus Potter and Rosie Granger-Weasley. I would like them to come stay.”

Draco blinked again. Later he’d laugh—somewhat despairingly into a decanter of fire brandy—at the absurdity of the notion that his boy, Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy, was best friends with a Potter and the hybrid off-spring of a Granger Weasley, but the threat of impeding hysterics was quelled under the defiant gaze of his son, narrow chin lifting at some unspoken challenge. 

“I see. For how long?”

“A…a week…maybe two…They’re going to France for the Quiditch Cup Primaries…” he glanced down and Draco spied the curled up parchment hidden up his sleeve. “So it wouldn’t be for long.”

Draco glanced at his desk, to the fireplace, then back to his son. “I don’t…”

I want my friends…friendshow often had Astoria lamented his lack of playmates as a child, how often had she fretted that Scorpius’ only interaction had been with adults—or books, or enchanting his own toys for someone to play with. And how quickly had Scorpius’ face crumpled at the utterance of two simple syllables. 

“…know if two weeks would be wise, given your mother’s health. She’s still recovering from the move. But I shall discuss it with her, and see what can be done.”

Scorpius stilled, the beaming smile on his face reigned in to something calmer, even now, not wanting to get his hopes up too much. “Thank you. For what it’s worth, we will be good.”

Draco snorted at that, remembering the last time a Malfoy, a Potter and a Granger and a Weasley had been together at their age. “Somehow I doubt it. Go on off you go, go see what your mother is up to. She’s enjoying having you home.”

“And I am enjoying being here,” Scorpius replied, in that curiously courteous and stiff way of speaking he’d always had, even as an infant learning his words. “I am happy to be here, with you, and mother.”

“I’m…very glad to hear it.” Draco replied, unsure what else he was supposed to say to such an open admission said so politely like one was discussing the weather. “Now go on, off you go, I need to finish this manuscript before I lose the thought.”

“You’ll talk to mother though, wont you?” Scorpius pressed from his space by the door. “You’ll ask…”

“Yes, yes.” Draco waved a hand, “I’ll ask if the Potter spawn can come stay with us. Just for a little bit. To say thank you for…everything.”

Reassured, Scorpius left, closing the door behind himself with a firm click. 

Draco waited several more moments, counting to a hundred before opening up the top desk of his drawer and pulling out his correspondence folder, flipping through them until he found the appropriate manila envelope, writing the address of the Ministry Neatly to the front. 

Clearing his throat politely, he composed himself, then tapped it to life with his wand.

“Hello Potter,” he spat with a vicious familiar glee, unable to keep from laughing, “I’m not sure which one of us is going to be more surprised by this turn of events, but I swear to gods if you break my son’s heart by saying no, I will personally send you a red Howler on the hour every hour till the day one of us dies. Now, about dates, the last week in June works well for us…”

Musical Theatre Genres

Murder/romance shows

  • Heathers
  • Bonnie & Clyde
  • Dr Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog
  • Sweeney Todd
  • A Gentleman’s Guide to Love and Murder
  • Chicago
  • Little Shop of Horrors

Biographies of Famous Dead People

  • Hamilton
  • Evita
  • Elisabeth
  • The Pirate Queen
  • Here Lies Love (Imelda Marcos is alive, but I don’t have a category for biographies of living people)
  • Zelda
  • Gypsy
  • Bloody, Bloody, Andrew Jackson

Historical Events

  • Newsies
  • Come From Away
  • Eastland

Disney

  • I won’t list everything.
  • Anastasia is an honorary member of this category

It Was Your Entire Childhood Probably (not to be confused with Disney)

  • Chitty Chitty Bang Bang
  • The Sound of Music
  • Annie
  • Starlight Express

Oh No We Are All Social Minorities

  • Rent
  • Next to Normal
  • Fun Home
  • In The Heights
  • Ragtime
  • Dear Evan Hansen (here because mental illness)
  • Bare
  • Falsettos

Straight White People in Love

  • ok a few of the earlier ones could fit in here also
  • The Last 5 Years
  • Lalaland
  • Hello, Dolly!
  • If/Then (it’s about her love life lots so this is where it fits best)

Let’s Take Advantage of a Famous Band/Musician Being Famous and Make Their Songs Into a Show

  • Beautiful: The Carole King Musical
  • Mamma Mia!
  • Sunshine on Leith
  • Across the Universe
  • Movin’ Out
  • On Your Feet
  • American Idiot
  • Jersey Boys

Edgy™

  • Spring Awakening
  • Avenue Q
  • The Book of Mormon

They Were Famous Enough Books/Movies/Plays to Make It Seem Reasonable to Make Them a Musical

  • Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812
  • Groundhog Day
  • Miss Saigon
  • Les Misérables
  • Amélie
  • Merrily We Roll Along
  • The Lightning Thief
  • Wicked
  • Legally Blonde
  • The Phantom of the Opera
  • Rebecca
  • Shrek
  • Spongebob
  • Big Fish
  • Waitress
  • Be More Chill
  • School of Rock
  • West Side Story
  • Jane Eyre
  • Billy Elliot
  • Matilda
  • Young Frankenstein
  • Jesus Christ Superstar
  • literally everything not on this list and some others that are already let’s be real

Cats

(thanks to everyone for pointing out things I didn’t know to add.)

hey yall. i just realized something.

this is probably gonna be long but whatever. stick with me.

soooo im currently rereading the original pjo series. and i am feeling. so many. things. i realized a lot of things too.

okayyy so in PJO, we view percy as reckless. stupid. always acting on impulse. basically that dumb guy that never thinks befire doing things. BUT in HOO, we start viewing him as mature and smart and strategic and all that. But he didnt grow THAT much. Percy didnt age that much in hoo.

Remember that iconic scene (Mark of Athena, i think?) where they meet some kind of monster/bad ppl (im too lazy to search it up) aboard the argo II and it was percy that thought of saying that Dionysus was with them? Percy knew about their fear of dionysus, and how he turned them inti dolphins. So he got some diet coke as “proof” that he was there and asked frank to turn into a dolphin. Genius, right?

Annabeth called him smart after that.

That was the only time we considered him smart. (Well not ONLY, just one of the few times.) But guess what? He’s been doing smart shit like that for years already.

I cant really mention all of the times he did something smart/wise. If i did it would take me days before i finish typing.

So i realized why we only thought he was smart in hoo but not in pjo.

In PJO, it was in first person, so we saw everything through the eyes of percy. In this series, he only focused about how stupid he was, about how great other people were and how better they are then him. But he doesnt focus about all the good/smart/wise things he’s done. Percy doesnt know that he’s smart. All he knows is that he is stupid, worthless, and all other negative things.

in HOO, however, we were reading from another person’s point of view. We saw percy from another person’s eyes. We noticed things that he doesnt notice himself.

Hazel called him a god, once, because he was just THAT attractive. Everyone else looked up to him, and thinks he’s the most powerful/strongest person to exist.

But Percy doesnt know that. All he knows is that he’s stupid.

SOOOO, long story short, Percy hates himself.

Ok bye sorry if this was long I just love Percy so much and i a m f e e l i n g s o m U C h

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