potter is the way

Seven Steps -13-

tags: eighth year, drarry, fluff, swearing, drama, melodrama, angst

suggested rating: teen and up, for heavy themes

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Draco didn’t see much of Potter that weekend and began feeling more and more… uneasy. During meals, Potter hardly looked at him, and when Draco did catch him looking, he immediately ducked his head or looked at his friends.

Monday, Draco was walking behind Potter on the way to class and called out a greeting and Potter’s shoulder’s tensed. He didn’t even look back. When Draco came into potions, he found Potter had chosen to partner with Boot. Walking into charms later that day, Potter was sitting snugly between Weasley and Granger, so apparently engrossed in his textbook he didn’t even glance up

“He’s avoiding me,” Draco said, dropping his bag on the floor next to Pansy’s chair in the Slytherin common room.

Pansy looked up from her notes, suppressing a sigh, “So Potter, then the transfiguration paper?”

Draco slumped into a chair. He took out his books and a pile of notes, his mouth pressing into a thin line, “There’s nothing to talk about,” he said flatly.

Pansy frowned faintly, “Draco-”

“He’s avoiding me,” he repeated. His tone wavered, “I can’t- I can’t force him to-” his throat went tight, and he clenched his hands.

Pansy stared at him and then her expression slowly fell, “Oh- Draco. I didn’t think this was serious. Is this thing with Potter serious?”

Draco turned his head away, “Can you not be a bitch right now?”

“I’m getting there,” Pansy snapped. She took a deep breath, “I mean you have to admit, this is- was just like when you had a crush on Theo and then Blaise.”

“That was entirely different,” Draco muttered, his cheeks warming.

Pansy scrunched up her nose, “The level of melodrama was the same.”

“There was no- is-” Draco stopped and sighed, picking up his notes and flipped through the sheets of parchment until he found a clean one, “Let’s just… work.”

Pansy reached over and squeezed his arm, “The paper isn’t due til friday, would you rather drink fire whiskey until we pass out?”

Draco smiled faintly against his will, “I would love that, but I need to get all my assignments done before thursday.”

“Thursday-? Oh,” Pansy tsked, “I forgot you’re still doing that. Blech,” she rolled her eyes and grabbed her books. “At least it will keep you busy, so you don’t have to think about him. He’s not worth it, you know.”

Draco gave her a look, “He’s Harry Potter.”

“He’s a moron with bad hair and even worse luck,” Pansy paused, a frown turning into a deep glower, “I don’t want you to like him. I didn’t say before because I didn’t think it was serious but truthfully, I hate it.”

Draco picked up his quill and smoothed the feather with his fingers.

“It’s not fair,” Pansy went on, “You risk so much. He’s not going to lose anything; he’s not the one that’s going to get hurt, you are.”

“I know,” Draco said softly.

“He never even apologised for sixth year. You almost died.”

“I was going to crucio him-”

“Like that’s even close to the same thing!” Pansy snapped, “Students were lining up to take punishment from you in seventh year-”

Draco flinched.

“-you could barely cast the stupid spell, it was like being tickled with a feather compared to the Carrows doing it!” Pansy went on.

“Pansy,” Draco said, “I was furious with Potter. It wasn’t going to be like seventh year.”

“Still not the same,” Pansy sniffed. “If nothing else, crucio doesn’t make you bleed out.”

Draco swallowed hard.

“Oh- fuck,” Pansy uncurled Draco’s clenched hand and took the broken quill from him, “I’m sorry Draco. I meant to be upset for you, not upset you.”

“I’m fine,” Draco said, looking blankly at the faded red line across his palm.

Pansy gave him a look as she repaired his quill.

“I will be,” Draco insisted, “I’ve survived worse.”

Pansy silently passed his quill back over and looked at her book, flipping forward a page and then back. “If he hurts you again, I’m going to kill him,” she said abruptly.

Draco shook his head slightly“You can’t kill him. I need you, and you’re of no use to me in Azkaban.”

“Then I won’t get caught,” Pansy said flippantly, “I’ll kill him the muggle way, with my bare hands. Then there won’t be a magic trace.”

Draco smiled faintly, “And then? There’s still the body.”

“I’ll feed it to the giant squid,” Pansy said.

“Ah, the perfect plan,” Draco said flatly.

Pansy nodded, “Of course it is, I thought it up. Now, what was this stupid paper meant to be about?”

“Two feet on how to manipulate approximate intelligence in transfigured objects,” Draco said, flipping ahead in his textbook

“Yes because knowing how clever your talking teacup is is very important,” Pansy said sarcastically,“ What is this, the middle ages?”

“A little past that, I think,” Draco said.

“Brilliant,” Pansy said flatly.

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  • Title: We’ll Be A Dream // Lost Along the Way
  • Rewrite: Lost Along the Way
  • Author: January Lily // cpjjgj // @missjanuarylily
  • Fandom: Harry Potter
  • OC: Leila Potter
  • Chapters:  Original: 84 //Rewrite: 14
  • Summary:  Harry wasn’t the only Potter displaced by the events in Godric’s Hollow on Halloween 1981. Leila, Harry’s twin, was also there that night. Now, headed into her sixth year, Leila finds that everything changes when she falls into the arms of Hogwarts resident Death Eater, Draco Malfoy. Fate steps in and throws her completely off course, leaving her lost along the way. 

Throwback to the very first fanfic I ever read and the one that got me hooked. 

This story is still my fav: just everything about it hit something I love in a story. The Slytherin viewpoint, the siblings who are so different but ultimately have each others backs, the redemption arc, the struggles of growing up, rivalry to romance. Also it made me cry like… a lot. Jan does that sometimes. 

It’s been almost 5 years and I still love this story.

~ Nixie

anonymous asked:

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me you have any superhero! AU fics for dramione??? where either of them have super powers???

This is hard, because the characters from Harry Potter have their own ways of developing these superpowers–via potion, etc. And I am honor-bound to suggest these tags: Draco: Powerful and Hermione: Powerful. You might also consider Elemental MagicImmediately, I think of this, although it’s just based on a weird combination of their two powers:

Give me your pain By: River in Egypt - M, 49 chaptersIn my dream her voice said: “I am your equal” And turning away I snarled: “Deal with it.” Her voice went: “You are not a killer, Draco.” Nice timing, Granger, I thought when I woke up the day of Dumbledore’s death. Canon 6th/7th year

But by searching for crossovers, I also found this:

Because I Knew You by silksenseoverload - T, 3 chapters - They were so similar, yet, unique in their own way. One is a prince from another realm. The other being a former prick, but had changed into a rather decent human being. She wished she could say that she could care less about having a love interest…but then she’d be lying. (And everyone knows that lying to the god of lies is NEVER a good idea)

Deity by MioneluvsDraco - M, 9 chapters - Hermione is not only a witch, but also an omega level mutant; luckily her magical signature is strong enough to hide her power level. But what happens when fourth year rolls around and our usually levelheaded golden girl has a hard time reigning in her emotions? Chaos. Natural Disasters. What else is to be expected from the X-Men’s Deity?



Amnesia By: Andy'sGirl4485 - M, 16 chapters Draco has amnesia, but it’s Hermione who will never be the same. Romance, danger, mischievousness, a lemon or two, and a happy ending!


House Stereotypes


Gryffindor: It’s not fun unless you die.

Hufflepuff: I just want lunch, please.

Slytherin: I’m willing to kill a man for a potato chip.

Actual Houses

Ravenclaw: Yeah, I failed that course, but it’s fine, I had a nice stroll through the Forbidden Forest.

Gryffindor: Right well, I’d love to endanger my life, but we could also not do that?

Hufflepuff: I haven’t slept in two days because they said I couldn’t do it, but I refuse to lose.

Slytherin: Can everyone please stop yelling? We can just talk everything out, it’ll all be fine, and then we can get back to painting landscapes, okay?

How to Snag Potter

By Draco Malfoy

1. Midnight Rendezvous: Invite him to a duel and then bond over shared rule-breaking. Didn’t work because Weasley insisted on coming along. Reported them to Filch instead. 

2. Midnight Rendezvous, second attempt: Inspire gratitude by helping him deal with illegal dragon. Possible small talk about my name? Caught by McGonagall

3. Show off amazing Quidditch skills and really cool new broom. Nope. Granger said I bought my way onto the team (NOT TRUE) and I’m pretty sure Potter believed it. 

4. Send carefully composed and endearing Valentine (the only good thing Lockhart has ever done). I don’t think he liked it very much, despite the brilliant lyrics I composed. Ended up shifting blame onto the Girl Weasel. Fairly certain he doesn’t suspect.

5. Become gravely injured in order to appeal to his Savior Complex and inspire feelings of protectiveness. DO NOT ATTEMPT AGAIN. Was nearly murdered when I insulted that giant filthy chicken, and yet Potter decided that IT was the victim?! Unacceptable. I will not rest until that beast is put down.

6. A fun prank! He seems to enjoy stuff like this when the Weasley Twins do it, so I’m sure he will laugh. Learn to sew. It turns out that Potter has no sense of humor as well as very poor vision, because he nearly killed me with that damn Patronus Charm. Although I must admit, it is kind of hot that he can already do a Patronus.

7. Support him with Triwizard Tournament badges! Okay, this one was probably my fault. Pansy saw me experimenting with them and I changed the messages at the last minute. Why can’t he just realize that I don’t mean it?

8. Report Potter’s tragic story to the Prophet to increase sympathy and support. Exaggerate if it will get him more attention. I realize now that Potter does not like attention. Also Skeeter made out like Potter is in some sort of love triangle involving Granger, which is not even remotely acceptable. This was a mistake.

9. Show respect for his friends by composing an encouraging song in Weasley’s honor. Apparently making the title sound complimentary isn’t enough to negate other more insulting lyrics. Honestly this was doomed from the start because there is literally nothing good about the Weasel except his best friend.

10. Impress him with your status and power by leading the Inquisitorial Squad. Umbridge is an absolute menace and I am an idiot.

11. Make him jealous: Flirt excessively with Pansy. I don’t think he even noticed.

12. Show him your sensitive side by crying in the girls’ loo. Fuck.

Sorry I haven’t written in a while. 

13. Realize you’ve been a complete arse for your entire life. Regret everything. Do your best to become someone who does the right thing. Don’t identify Potter when asked. Stop cronies from killing him. Apologize sincerely after he gets you off at your trial. Invite him for dinner. 

14. Invite him for drinks. 

15. Buy him a birthday present. 

16. Kiss him. 

17. Go back to his flat. 

18. Refuse to leave his bed. This only works for so long.

19. Attempt to make him breakfast.

20. Come out to the Prophet together.

21. Date for three years.

22. Say “yes.”


“I’ll be honest, Harry, this is one of those times I am so glad that I’m alive. We can finally drive without worrying about my mother yelling at us.”
I thought it was because you are cuddling Hermione all night now.”
“That too.”

Harry and Ron having their usual quality time.

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  • You know, when I was a young boy-
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The 20 most memorable moments from the Harry Potter books – as chosen by fans.

Imagine the advances to wizarding society if Sirius Black had lived…

After the war, Sirius would have had a huge inheritance from parents he wanted to spite and a lot of leisure time to find good uses for it. We could have had…

1. Fleamont House: A house - perhaps even a heavily renovated 12 Grimmauld Place - where Hogwarts students can stay over breaks if going “home” wouldn’t be good for them (i.e., students like Sirius, Harry, or Tom Riddle).

2. Rest for Regulus: A seemingly bottomless grant awarded to the Auror department with the goals of:

  1. Researching a way to deactivate Inferi;
  2. Applying this research to deactivate all Inferi in Voldemort’s cave;
  3. Identifying the remains taken from the cave using the best of both wizarding and muggle technology; and
  4. Returning the remains to their next of kin for proper burial, or, if no next of kin is available, interring them respectfully within the Ministry.

3. Justice for All: A lobbying organization dedicated to pressuring the Ministry to improve their legal system, most notably,

  1. By requiring that all suspects be awarded a full and fair trial before being sent to Azkaban; and
  2. By working to outlaw the use of dementors in any correctional facility, including Azkaban.

4. Gentle Jails: Working in close collaboration with Justice for All, Gentle Jails builds small, secure, and humane (in particular, dementor-free) holding facilities for suspects awaiting trial. Gentle Jails funds their construction projects with donations, thereby cutting through all financial excuses the Ministry has for only using Azkaban to house suspects.

And finally, his personal favorite, the first one to be founded, the most heavily funded, the one that gets the most of his personal time and attention…

5. The Moony Institute for Lycanthropic Studies: A multidisciplinary research and applications powerhouse dedicated to improving the lives of people affected by lycanthropy.

The research division includes:

  1. Anthropologists who document the life experiences of werewolves both in and outside of packs;
  2. Psychologists studying the mental impact of lycanthropy, and how to make it easier;
  3. Historians working to prevent the erasure of werewolf accomplishments and contributions; and of course,
  4. Medical scientists searching for better treatments, and ultimately, a cure.

The applied research and services division works in a tremendous and ever-expanding variety of ways, including:

  1. A hotline number that can be called anonymously with any lycanthropy-related question or crisis;
  2. A counseling program, based largely on the research of the anthropology division, aimed at helping newly-bitten werewolves find social support within their community rather than joining a pack;
  3. A second counseling service available to packs to improve their standard of living and help integrate them into society to whatever degree they desire;
  4. A third counseling service, which provides short- and long-term therapy to werewolves and their loved ones on a sliding payment scale, with many clients treated for free;
  5. A library of all things related to lycanthropy, which is open to the public (anyone can view the materials in the building; getting a card to take things home requires a small fee);
  6. Partnering with potioneers to provide Wolfsbane potion (and other treatments developed by the research division) on a sliding scale of payment - with many patients paying nothing;
  7. The construction and management of a building full of secure but comfortable transformation rooms, available at no charge and without any ID. Any werewolf can request a safe place to spend the full moon, no questions asked, no money required. Rooms come equipped with sound-proof walls, soft furniture, a pool of drinkable water, a protein-rich meal, and things like sticks or toys to chew on and destroy if the mood strikes;
  8. An awareness team that visits schools and other events to dispel myths about werewolves and discourage prejudice;
  9. Employment services to help clients find werewolf-friendly jobs. In addition to helping with job searches, this division keeps track of their clients’ experiences with different companies to better inform future applicants;
  10. Lobbying efforts to repeal hateful laws and pass new ones including laws to (1) give werewolves equal rights as non-werewolves, (2) criminalize anti-werewolf discrimination in employment, housing, and public access to services, (3) establish Safe Haven zones for parents to abandon their bitten children (proposed after the heartbreaking discovery of a high rate of post-bite infanticide; the Moony Institute itself was the first Safe Haven location tonbe announced), (4) require employers to offer medical leave for werewolves around the full moon, and (5) require hospitals be trained in lycanthropic medicine;
  11. Lobbying efforts to end the shuffle of werewolves between the beast and being divisions of the Ministry, and instead classify them as human (this was the project Sirius was most passionate about); and
  12. Project Pup, which pairs werewolves with a dog to keep them company and soothe them during full moons. Werewolves apply for Project Pup and have to pass a background check and psychological evaluation (to make sure the dog will be safe). Much like Guiding Eyes for the Blind, it is then the recipient’s responsibility to take care of the dog. When the dogs get too old to accompany the client on full moons, they can either return it to the Moony Institute to be adopted out, or they can keep it as a pet (which most do). Either way, they are automatically eligible for a replacement full moon companion. All dogs are pulled from “death row” at high-kill Muggle animal shelters (that part was Hermione’s idea). (This was Sirius’s first project, and it is probably the Moony Institute’s most acclaimed accomplishment.)

The Moony Institute became much larger than Sirius ever envisioned, and it had tremendous impact on the lives of people with lycanthropy all over the world. A surprising number of donors came forward to keep it afloat and non-profit (even the Black fortune couldn’t do it alone forever!). It created a lot of jobs, and preferentially hired werewolves to fill them. So much of the staff has lycanthropy, in fact, that many offices shut down altogether around the full moon! (Which is fine, because their clients are in poor shape at that time too.) It brought Sirius endless joy to put his bigoted family’s money to use improving the lives of “half-breeds,” especially because it was all inspired by his half-blood friend.

Finally, although he may never hear of it since it’s a Muggle charity, but if he ever found out about the Innocence Project, Sirius would be a regular and generous donor.

(Obviously these headcanons rest on the assumption that he experienced some personal growth, which I think is entirely possible if he had time to heal from Azkaban and got to spend more time with Harry and Remus.)

Sleep tight

“This is ridiculous!”

For once in his life, Harry heartily agreed with Malfoy. This really was ridiculous. What was Dumbledore thinking? True, things had gone a bit out of hand after the last Quidditch match between Gryffindor and Slytherin but that didn’t justify… this!

“How am I supposed to concentrate on my O.W.L.s when I have to put up with a bunch of pillocks?!”

“Stop complaining, Malfoy. It won’t change anything,” Terry Boot called from across the dorm. Their newly shared dorm. One student from each house, that was the new rule. Dumbledore had announced it two weeks ago and Harry’s only consolation was that he was still in Gryffindor tower, in his own bed, while the other Gryffindors had moved into other dorms.

Harry still wasn’t convinced this would do anything for house unity. So far, Malfoy had picked a fight with Terry every time they were in the same room and he had even tried to hex Justin Finch-Fletchley once. As much as it annoyed Harry, at least it diverted Malfoy’s attention away from him. He really wasn’t in the mood to fight. He missed Ron. Seeing him in classes but not sharing a dorm just wasn’t the same.

“Potter! Get your filthy Quidditch robes away from my bed,” Malfoy growled, nudging the red and gold robes on the floor with his foot. Harry rolled his eyes.

“Will you relax? They’re nowhere near your bed,” Harry said exasperatedly.

“They are on my side of the room. Have you forgotten everything I told you about boundaries?” Malfoy fumed, drawing an invisible line between their beds with his hand, as he had done on their first day as dormmates.

Harry heard Terry snort.

“You’re one to talk,” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that”? Malfoy whirled around and gave Terry a dangerous look. Harry expected them to have another shouting match but Terry just shook his head and waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“If you have something to say, just say it!” Malfoy approached Terry, his hands on his hips.

“You of all people do not want me to say this out loud, believe me,” Terry said unblinking. Malfoy scrutinised him and Harry noticed a strange expression flicker across his face. “Unless you want to explain why these boundaries don’t seem to apply to you. Especially-”

“Are you trying to blackmail me? With something that you clearly imagined?” Malfoy interrupted him. His body was rigid and his face was inches away from Terry’s. The Ravenclaw smirked, his eyes darting over to Harry and then back to Malfoy.

“You know, Malfoy,” Terry said, crossing his arms in front of his chest, a smug expression on his face. “I always suspected you’d feel right at home in the Gryffindor dorms but I had no idea you’d get that cosy.”

Harry reacted on instinct when he saw Malfoy draw his wand. He grabbed his own from the nightstand and pointed it at Malfoy.

“Expelliarmus,” he yelled. Malfoy’s wand flew across the room and Harry caught it with his free hand. “Seriously, Malfoy? What is wrong with you?” Harry watched as Malfoy’s shoulders slightly slumped. Without another word he stormed out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.

“What was that all about?” Harry murmured. He gave Terry a puzzled look. The Ravenclaw just sighed.

“Honestly, I don’t want to get in the middle of this, but Malfoy just… ugh!” Terry stomped his foot once and shook his head. “It’s really between the two of you.”

“The two of us?” Harry couldn’t imagine a scenario in which he and Malfoy could be referred to as ‘the two of you’. All he and Malfoy ever did was fight. Or ignore each other. Well, pretend to ignore each other would probably be more accurate.

“I really don’t want to be hexed in my sleep,” Terry groaned. “But… maybe try to be a bit more alert tonight, Harry. That’s all I’m going to say.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, completely at loss.

“Okay,” he mumbled, wondering what on earth Terry was on about.

Draco sighed as he leaned his head against Harry’s nightstand. It really wasn’t fair. He watched as Harry’s chest rose and fell steadily, his face looking softer than ever in the moonlight. Why did he have to be so beautiful? Slowly, his fingers rose to Harry’s forehead to brush his bangs out of his face. He looked so peaceful.

It really wasn’t Draco’s fault he stayed up night after night to watch Harry sleep like a total creep. The first time it had happened, Draco had been wakened by a soft whimper. Investigating it further, he had seen Harry all sweaty and thrashing in his bed. Draco had intended to wake him, but as soon as he had leaned down, Harry had grabbed him and had pulled him down.

At first, Draco hadn’t been sure if Harry was awake or still asleep. He had gone very still when Harry had clutched at him until he had finally wrapped him in his arms and had almost strangled Draco. His face had been pressed against Harry’s chest, the Gryffindor’s heartbeat drumming against his cheek. It had been the most amazing thing Draco had ever felt.

He hadn’t dared to fall asleep that night. Seeing as Harry had finally calmed down with Draco in his arms, Draco had supposed it would be better to stay there until dawn. With Harry being restless in the bed beside him, he wouldn’t have gotten much sleep anyway.

After that, Draco had made a habit of watching Harry sleep. His touch seemed to calm the Gryffindor whenever he seemed to have a bad dream. But he hadn’t pulled Draco into his bed again. Draco didn’t want to admit to himself that he was secretly waiting for it to happen once more but he found himself leaning closer to his so-called enemy with every passing night.

As his fingers continued to stroke the soft curls, he frowned. No, Harry wasn’t his enemy at night. During the day, Draco kept up his snarky attitude and his animosity. But at night, there was no need for that. At night, he could simply stare at the boy who made his heart beat faster, who made his scalp prickle and who was responsible for the smile Draco had to hide once dawn was breaking.

Sometimes, Draco wished he didn’t have to hide it, could show it openly and let the stupid git know.

It really wasn’t fair.

Harry held his breath when he felt Malfoy’s fingers brush his ear. His heartbeat picked up instantly and he was pretty sure he was blushing. His cheeks suddenly felt really hot, as did the rest of his body.

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  • Draco, flinging himself onto Harry's lap: Did you miss me?
  • Harry: You went to the bathroom for two minutes
  • Draco: I know. Did you miss me?
  • Harry: Malfoy, we hate each other.
  • Draco: Then why haven't you pushed me out of your lap yet?
  • Harry: I... maybe I did miss you
  • Draco: *smug*

stupid sexy draco malfoy 

taking place after harry’s bi awakening