Remus turned his attention from the prank planning to the little tickles he felt in the back of his hand.
There, walking slowly over his hand, was a ladybird. He followed its wandering, careful to not move any muscle.
He remembered the tales his mother used to tell him about those red and black beetles. How they were signs of good luck and fortune. He chuckled at the thought. When the little bug passed one of the fading scars on the base of his thumb, he turned his hand slowly to allow it to crawl into his palm.
He hoped this particular bug brought him good luck; he would need it for what he was meant to do for their last ever end-of-year prank.
He felt someone’s eyes on him, which made him look up. He was faced with a pair of intense green eyes looking at him curiously. Lily had started to join them on their pranking since the last period when she and James finally got together. She had quite the mischievous mind, and if Remus wasn’t careful, she would replace him as the Marauders mastermind.
“What do you have there?” She asked him, stretching her neck to look at his hand.
But it was Harry who woke up; Harry who was always half-awake anyway, Harry who could hear the little pitter patter all across the hallway. Harry who will have to deal with this, now.
“Erm… your dad is in the next room. He doesn’t sleep here.” Ever since they came to live in Grimmauld, Draco simply refused. He’d slip out of Harry’s bed every night, kissing his fingertips away, shaking his head with that pout Harry’s grown to adore. We can’t, he’d say, and Harry would relent. Harry, who understood what it meant to Draco, having Scorpius to look after. Harry who would do anything in his power to stop Draco from looking so sad. Harry whose heart broke in two every single night, when he couldn’t.
Scorpius shook his head. “No one’s there.”
“Oh. Maybe he went for a glass of water or something. Is—are you okay?”
“I…” he was so small in the doorway, red pyjamas and hair all mussed. It tugged something in Harry’s chest. “Never mind.”
Harry had no idea what to do; Scorpius would never come to him for help. But he was here, and he was alone, and he seemed scared. “Did you have a bad dream?”
“No,” Scorpius looked down.
“Do you want to… talk about it?”
“No,” Scorpius said again. But he didn’t leave.
“Right. That’s… right. I, uh, I like your pyjamas.”
Harry could do nothing but twiddle his thumbs for the long, tense pause. “They’re fire trucks. Muggles use them to put out fires.”
“Yeah.” He cleared his throat twice. “They’re cool. It’s—I, er, don’t really like fire.”
“Daddy doesn’t, either,” Scorpius’s head came up.
“I know. We talked about that a little. A lot.”
“I’ll be a firefighter when I’m older.” His voice was a touch louder as he took a step into the room. “I’ll have a truck, and a hose, and a helmet and everything.”
“That’s a good plan,” Harry found he was smiling, despite himself. “What does your dad say about that?”
“He says I’m braver than him.” The little face crumpled again, and Harry realised he will do whatever he can to stop it from happening. Not a Malfoy he won’t try to save, apparently. No, it was worse than that, because he knew how he felt about Draco for a while, but now he understood he loved them both.
“Your dad is brave. Remember how he faced that huge spider tonight? Whew. Very impressive. I’d say he’s practically a firefighter.”
Scorpius didn’t quite laugh, but he made a tiny, rippling sort of sound. “Daddy doesn’t like killing spiders. He always used to take them outside, before, in our old room.”
Harry hated thinking about the teeny, dark, mouldy flat where Draco and Scorpius lived. “He’s very kind. And so good with animals, now. Big and small.”
“Daddy said we’ll have a dog one day,” Scorpius smiled, came a bit further inside. “When we live in a big house, like this one. But, ours.”
That thing that twinged before in Harry’s chest convulsed, worse than ever. How badly he wanted Grimmauld to be theirs, too.
“A dog sounds nice. I’ve always wanted one.”
“We’ll have a big dog, like Uncle Greg’s. And I’ll train him not to bark, so the neighbours aren’t mad at us, and he’ll have a collar with our phone number so if he gets lost, he can always come back. Because Daddy doesn’t like it when things are lost.”
You’re not lost, Harry wanted to say. Scorpius was nearly touching the bed now, he came so close. “Maybe I should get a dog. You could help me train it, if you wanted.”
“Really?” Scorpius had grey eyes, like Draco’s, open wide. Harry’s heart went five times its normal size.
“Yeah, really. If—"
“What are you doing here, mon chou?” A soft voice startled Harry almost out of his skin. Draco was there, leaning against the doorway. “I thought I heard a little cabbage squeaking about. Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”
“I had a… Harry says we’ll get him a dog,” Scorpius ran right into his open arms. Harry only felt a touch jealous.
“Really?” Draco grinned. “That’s new.”
“I just thought… you know I want you to stay here,” Harry pleaded. “And I always wanted a dog. So why not get one now, if it makes Scorp happy… if it makes… I just want you to be happy. Both of you.”
“That’s—” Draco bit his lip, sighed. “Come, let’s get you back to bed. We can talk about all this in the morning.”
“Daddy?” Scorpius looked between him and Harry, hesitant. “You can sleep here tonight, if you want. I don’t mind.”
Harry could hear the lump in his own throat in Draco’s voice. “You… know? About us?”
Scorpius shrugged. “So the dog—we’ll really talk about it tomorrow?”
“Yes, darling,” Draco laughed. “All right. Say good night to Harry.”
“Good night, Harry. Maybe you can get an Old English Sheep, like uncle Greg’s?”
“Now, menace, off we go. Night, Harry. I’ll… see you soon.”
Draco smiled nervously, leaving Harry alone in the bedroom. Harry, whose heart was so full, he could float. The things he wanted, but didn’t dare dream of—firetrucks and fluffy dogs and smiling grey eyes—everything felt close enough to touch. For now, only real by moonlight, but tomorrow… maybe tomorrow, too.
“Is there a name you’d like me to call you?” “Um, yes, it’s… Harry.” “Well, Harry, I think I ought to be honest and tell you that… I’m just like you. I’m transgender too.” “…You are?” “Indeed. And I’m telling you this because I wanted you to know that you are not alone. Never alone. And your parents, Harry, they… they would’ve loved you and supported you unconditionally. Just like they supported me. Never forget that there will always be people that accept us in our most truest.”
So…last month’s romance reclist wined and dined us, and we’ve just set down our spoons after our last mouthful of dessert. The lights are low, the air’s heavy with tension, and we’re about to get down to business, right? So I slipped into something a little more comfortable and then slid into the DMs of a few (okay, quite a few) Drarry writers and fans and asked them to rec me their very favourite smutty Drarry (or Drarry poly) fics/scenes. And, friends, they fucking delivered. I present to you here a mouthwatering selection of the very hottest Drarry scenes out there, brought to you by this incredible line-up: 3lvendork, academicdisaster, booktopus, cavendishbutterfly, floydig, fluxweed, fwooshy, graymatters, ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm, innerlilith, louisfake, lqtraintracks, maesterchill, nv-md, onbeinganangel, opalesqueopioid, pennygalleon, pdhmama, phoebe_delia, pineau_noir, sitp-recs, skeptique, sweet_s0rr0w, tackytiger, thestarryknight, the_sinking_ship, vukovich and wheezykat!Phew!
Please mind the tags and practice DLDR as unsurprisingly these fics feature a wide variety of kinks and some are dub/non-con. I really hope you find something that floats your boat amongst these absolute gems <3 please feel free to reblog with your thoughts and your own faves, and don’t forget to leave kudos!
I just remembered I loved Harry Potter so I am reading the books again after like 10 years -in english, cause I’ve only read it in my native language before
And I asked myself, how come I’ve never drawn ANY HP fanart before ?
Here come some drawings, (aka me trying to get some consistency at drawing the characters)
