#Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World

[beeesworld]

Harry: I love our new house.

Draco: I love our ceiling fan in our new room in our new house. If I wasn't married to you, I'd marry that ceiling fan.

[thusspoketrish]

Excerpt from This Year's Love

“So. What’s it like?”

“What’s what like?”

Draco shrugs. “Doing what you do. With the people you meet.”  

“I mean...what’s there to say? You meet someone, you take them out to lunch or dinner, then you decide that if you like each other enough, maybe you’ll go to a club or a dive bar. You make the other person feel special and taken care of. Then you go back to their place, fuck, and then, well...wonder how long you have to lie there before you can go home.”

Draco splutters, slapping a hand against his chest. “I’m sorry... that’s what goes through your head after fucking someone?”

“Yeah, most of the time. I tell them I have things I need to do...early meeting...or work to get to. Then, to end the whole ordeal on a sweet note, I give them a kiss on the forehead.”

“That’s your modus operandi?”

Harry shrugs.

“Oh, wow, you’re not joking,” Draco says faintly.

“How long do you like to be held?” Harry asks, teasing. Draco’s cheeks pinken. “I bet you like to be held all night.”

“You’re a fucking pig, Potter,” Draco says, ducking his head and taking another swig from his glass.

“I just like things how I like them,” Harry says.

This Year's Love (AO3)

[not-a-taken-username]

Draco Malfoy and the Oddly Interesting Muggle World

by notatakenusername (aka me)

summary: Draco Malfoy had never doubted his father before– until now. Confused about the pureblood ideology on Muggles, Draco sets to explore the Muggle world himself. Naturally, chaos ensues.

snippet of chapter 1:

“The cars are…honking at you? Are you on crack, kid?”

Draco’s jaw almost dropped at this pathetic Muggle’s behavior. “How dare you? What even is this ‘crack’ you are yammering about?”

The Muggle simply looked at him weirdly and left. Honestly, how could the Muggles act so appalling? Especially when a Pureblood, incredible wizard such as Draco blessed them with his presence? Draco simply rolled his eyes and continued to walk where the rest of the Muggles were. He soon found out it was called a sidewalk. Better to blend in, after all.

Soon, the next stop for Draco came. The first thing that caught his attention was the large glowing sign that read “Apple.” Draco was confused at first because, well, wasn’t the glowing breaking the statute of secrecy? But Draco soon picked up on it– Muggles had somehow done the glowing themselves! It was rather shocking– the way his father described Muggles, they could barely comprehend the concept of candles! Honestly, if Draco dared to think it…the wizards were behind!

Draco had proceeded to enter this “Apple” store and found out it was a store for these odd rectangle-shaped things called “phones.” The worker had looked at Draco extremely condescendingly as he explained what a phone was. He seemed to give up once Draco asked what a “charger” was, and handed him a paper manual.

Well, time to get reading Draco supposed.

Thirty minutes later, Draco was the expert on phones. He bought one for himself and immediately went to the app store, downloading the first few apps he saw.

Oh well. He’d discover what “Wattpad”, “Twitter”, and “TikTok” were later! Time to explore more now!

[blorger]

There's a clatter of the kettle, and Malfoy turns around. "Is Earl Grey—What's the matter with you, Potter?" Harry doesn't answer. "Oh good grief, I wasn't trying to proposition you or anything. I thought you were propositioning me. No need to look so violated." "We had sex," Harry blurts. Malfoy squints. After a long moment, "Indeed we did." "We could have sex again." Harry stares at him. Malfoy opens his mouth, then closes it. "This is literally true of any two or more people who are in the same place at the same time. This has been true every time we've seen each other for the past few weeks." "Yeah, I guess." Harry runs a hand through his hair. "I kinda forgot we had sex." Malfoy's eyebrows shoot up under the hair that flops over his forehead. "Excuse you?"

from (Un)wanted by Aibidil

[onddau]

quick mirror selfie with the gang at a muggle club

[kikiswords]

fighting the urge to rewrite the entire cursed child narrative where there's no time travel and voldemort but just albus and scorpius being kids and draco and harry coming to terms with their friendship

[cutielando]

Hello, can I request draco x muggleborn! reader where the reader is actually a member of the royal family in the muggle world?

family relations | d.m.

synopsis: in which his father is wrong about you

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Being a Muggleborn was hard in the wizarding world. Especially when confronted with people who didn't believe that you were worthy of having magical powers.

But being a Muggleborn while dating Draco Malfoy, practically magic royalty? Now that was a whole other story.

Draco didn't care that you weren't a Pureblood. He loved you regardless of that. His mother was the same, she was just happy that her son found someone to love and cherish.

Lucius was the problem.

Ever since Draco decided to tell his parents about your relationship, his father made it very obvious to him how much he disliked you and didn't approve of you. You'd never even met the guy and he already hated you.

But that was all going to change because Draco had decided to take you to his house for dinner during spring break.

"Are you sure you want me to come? I don't want to be the reason you fight with your father" you had asked Draco one night before while you were lying on the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"I'm sure. My mother has been insisting that she meets you and we've put it off enough. I don't care what my father has to say, I'll still love you no matter what" he explained, pecking your lips to reassure you.

"Have you told them the 'thing' about me?" you asked quietly, not trusting that others wouldn't hear your secret and make a big deal out of it.

"Not yet, figured I should wait and we'll tell them over dinner. Maybe my father will come around and respect you when he hears"

You thought for a second and nodded, leaning back into Draco's embrace and letting the warmth emanating from his body envelop you and lull you into a peaceful sleep.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Are you sure about this? Last chance to run" you told Draco as you stood in front of Malfoy Manor, your hand tightly gripping his.

“Love, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re up for this? We don’t have to if you want to” he turned to you and put the hand that wasn’t holding yours on your cheek.

You looked him in the eye for a minute, feeling safe and sound as you let his eyes calm you down.

“Let’s do this. Together” you finally spoke up, determined to get this over with and make it work.

Draco smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips and then forehead.

As you sarted walking towards the front entrance, a million thoughts started racing through your mind.

You were so engrossed in your own mind that you didn’t even notice you were already standing in front of the large black oak doors, Draco having already knocked.

A small, petite house elf opened the door and bowed immediately to his master, scrambling to usher you inside.

“Master Draco, your presence has been highly anticipated. Mistress Y/N, your presence has been waited upon as well. Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa are waiting for you in the dining hall” the elf explained before quickly hurrying down the corridor and entering, what you presumed was, the kitchen.

“Ready?” Draco whispered, standing in front of you and holding your arms.

You nodded, giving him a small smile.

He returned it and pecked your forehead before taking your hand again and entering the room.

Lucius was sitting at the head of the long dining table and Narcissa was sitting next to him, smiling once he saw you entering.

“My boy, oh how I’ve missed you” she got up once we reached her and enveloped Draco in a tight hug, the boy returning the gesture.

When they pulled away, Narcissa turned to you and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” you said swiftly, tryinf to calm your nerves.

“You’re even more beautiful than Draco described” she gushed and pulled you in a hug, chuckling when she heard Draco swear under his breath.

A sudden cough made you all freeze. Narcissa pulled away from you and turned to her husband, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

“This is my husband, Lucius. Lucius, you remember Y/N from Draco’s letters, don’t you?” Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder, most probably considering she could take control of the situation.

“I remember her vividly. The Mudblood, of course” he spit, venom clear as day in his voice.

“Father!” Draco hissed, glaring at him.

“I thought I told you to never bring this Mudblood into my house. What is she doing here?” Lucius asked Draco, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

“You will not speak to her that way. She is not a Mudblood and she is certainly not your common Muggleborn” he said and stopped, looking at you for approval.

You gave him a small smile and nodded, resting your hand on his leg in order to keep him calm.

“Oh, she’s special now, isn’t she? Do tell me, what could possibly make this girl special?”

“I’m a member of the Royal Family” you spoke up for the first time in front of Lucius before Draco could speak.

The silence that filled the room was thick, almost deafening. Lucius was staring at you like you had grown two heads, Narcissa was beaming at you and Draco was sitting back in his chair, enjoying the reaction from his father.

“Excuse me?” Lucius finally said, his face as white as a sheet.

“I’m a member of the Muggle Royal Family. Quite literally a princess”

Lucius was silent for a minute, deep in thought, before he slowly nodded.

“In that case, I would like to apologize for my harsh words and behavior towards you, Y/N. You have my blessing to date my son and consider this your home from this day forward” he nodded curtly and stood up, walking away from you three and leaving the room.

You turned to look at Draco, whose smile was as wide and bright as the Sun.

“Told you” he said, making you roll your eyes.

You were just glad his parents finally approved of you and Lucius came around.

Because there was no way in hell you were leaving Draco.

Ever.

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[mxlfoydraco]

I swear I liked a drarry reclist from you for this, but now I can't find it :x do you have any recs for drarry fics where Draco has muggle friends or embraces a more muggle lifestyle? Bonus points if Draco is gay in them because it pulls me out of the story if he has a single straight man thought....(I mean really....the audacity)

First of all, same. Second, I have a list, Draco in the Muggle World, I'm adding on:

Draco in the Muggle World Pt.2

The Liars Department by DorthyAnn (103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic (61k)

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what’s he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

Knead by @jovialobservationanchor (83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy’s lean arms.

The Man Who Lived by @e-sebastian (253k)

Draco breaks a cup, and one thing leads to another. A story of redemption, tattoos, dreams, mistakes, green eyes, long conversations, and copious amounts of coffee.

Set in New York twelve years after the war.

find a new place to be from by @oflights (47k)

Something is wrong with Malfoy Manor, and it’s driven Draco into the Muggle world. Thankfully, Harry is now on the case. A story about houses that haunt you and homes built for two.

you bring me home by @softlystarstruck (35k)

Harry is happy. He has his cat cafe and his hobbies. He has his friends, and Dolly Parton, and a shirt with a cowboy frog on it. It’s all a man needs, really. He doesn’t need to obsess over a magic-less, anxious Draco Malfoy coming into his cafe after disappearing from the wizarding world years ago. He doesn’t. Not even if the cats like Malfoy. Not even if Malfoy is soft, and funny, and a little bit neurotic. No matter how much he wants to obsess.

Sourdough by @academicdisasterfic (17k)

Draco writes romance novels and doesn’t leave his apartment much. Harry bakes bread and sells it to Draco. Draco is quite weird. Harry might like that.

Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic (103k)

Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can’t help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.

Star Quality by who_la_hoop (118k)

Two years after the war, and Harry’s content with his life. OK, so it’s a little annoying that he keeps winning Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, and he’s really not looking forward to the unveiling of an enormous gold statue of himself, but he loves his friends, and he loves being an Auror. And if he yearns for something more, something he can barely bring himself to think about, well, he’ll probably get over it. No one’s happy all the time, are they? But then everything changes, and Harry’s thrown into a new and dazzling world he’s not sure he can actually escape from. And as time goes on, he starts to wonder: does he actually want to?

Rebel, Rebel by @makeitp1nk (28k)

Thirty-six year old Harry Potter is the coolest bloke in muggle Camden Town. That’s right — he’s left the wizarding world behind and has been living his best life ever since. But will one chance encounter with a certain blond from his past change everything? Yeah, probably.

(Un)wanted by @aibidil (36k)

Ginny's pregnant, then she's not and Harry's single. Harry, again with no family, doesn't know what to do with this turn of events, or how to find a new life—post-war, post-Ginny, post-abortion—in which he belongs. He doesn't expect that life to include dancing to the Backstreet Boys with Hermione and Draco Malfoy. A story of finding belonging in the unexpected.

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy by @magpiefngrl (37k)

Zacharias Smith writes a tell-all about the D.A. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are not happy about it.

Had To Be You by @lettersbyelise (59k)

Draco Malfoy is possibly the last person Harry expects to find at the wheel of a Muggle car, on a beautiful summer day on the road to London. This is the story of how Harry runs into Draco once, twice, three times, and how he doesn’t leave their next meeting to chance. A fic inspired by When Harry Met Sally

Chasing Shadows by @manixzen (93k)

The murder of Lucius Malfoy seems impossible—no cause of death, no traces of spell-work, no potions in his system. The only leads Harry and his partner have are the trail of missing wizards the deeper they go. That and the help of the victim’s estranged son who now spends his time bartending at a queer-friendly Muggle pub. A case fic featuring a closeted Harry Potter, an out-and-proud, tattooed Draco Malfoy, and a murder mystery that seems to lead to more questions than answers.

coffee & communication: a (slow) romance by @softlystarstruck (10k)

Nearly a decade after the war, Draco has made a life for himself in Muggle London, writing romance novels and hanging out with his cat. But when he spills iced coffee all over a gorgeous man who turns out to be Harry Potter, has he tumbled into the start of his own romance without realizing it? And how difficult can it be to talk about desire, anyways? He writes smut for a living. Surely it can't be that difficult.

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (18k)

Draco Malfoy is working in a job he hates and avoiding the magical world entirely, but he really is fine. When a bequest from Severus Snape brings Draco back to a much-changed magical world, he must find his place within it and navigate his growing attraction to Harry Potter in the process.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109k)

The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did.

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It’s super.

100 Beats per Minute by @oknowkiss (13k)

When Draco left the Magical World behind at nineteen, he didn't expect the cusp of thirty would find him comfortable and secure, with a stable life and a successful career as a sex columnist. Stable, that is, until he meets the subject of his newest column -- a stranger calling himself James, who has dragged them both to Ibiza on a sex quest of epic proportions -- and everything Draco ever knew turns upside down all over again.

Prats, Parcels, and Parseltongue by @ronbinary (10k)

Harry is the Muggle world's first snake-only veterinarian. Life is good, and calm, for once. Until Draco Malfoy shows up with a snake. And then another. And then he won't stop coming in.

Full by @orange-peony (16k)

The door opens and the bell goes ding. Draco’s eyes immediately fly to the entrance of his bookshop, his heart beating madly in the hope that it’s him.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by @whiskyandwildflowers (13k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

In the Shape of Things to Come by @academicdisasterfic (15k)

Existential angst and chronic boredom are plaguing Harry Potter in his cushy post-war life. However, a chance encounter with a tattooed, pierced, disgruntled Draco Malfoy in the middle of Muggle Camden seems to spark something in Harry again—and he never could stay away from Malfoy. Ft. assorted methods of body modification, eclectic but loving friends, a wide variety of grunge music, long tube rides, and a whole lot of trans love.

When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by @femmequixotic (22k)

A drag fairytale of New York in which Draco wears red lipstick and Potter can’t get enough.

Enjoy the Silence by @shealwaysreads (3k)

Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

There's No Espresso in Azkaban by @sassy-cissa (7k)

When Harry finds Draco working in a Starbucks, he finds coffee has suddenly become more interesting.

Let Rainwater Wash Away by @carpemermaidtales (6k)

Harry really needed to learn the importance of carrying an umbrella. Or, maybe he didn’t, since not carrying one led him to stumble upon Draco Malfoy’s antique shop while seeking shelter from a thunderstorm.

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Exposure by GallaPlacidia (26k)

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Can I Tell You Something by GallaPlacidia (33k)

It's not a party unless Draco Malfoy is there. He's so fun! So wild! So crazy! So many drugs! So many drugs. Too many drugs? Harry's starting to think it's probably a lot too many drugs. This is not a drug addiction recovery fic, although there is a drug addiction recovery. Feat. character development through wide-eyed MDMA trips and Draco Malfoy finding peace as a burlesque dancer.

[liliansilverstuff]

Before she knew it, she had lifted her hand and performed wandless magic, firing off the first spell that came to mind.

“Expelliarmus!”

With a woosh and a splash, Draco Malfoy’s red solo cup went flying out of his hand, and towards Hermione, who was instantly covered in the contents of it.

Red wine. All over her t-shirt. But she couldn’t think about that, because for the first time ever at her school, she was in the presence of a wizard. Not just any wizard, either.

“Malfoy!?” she cried, at the exact moment that he said, “Granger?”

She stared incredulously at him, awaiting some sort of explanation, but instead he motioned to the area where his drink had exploded all over her.

“I would vanish that for you, but…” he said, trailing off.

When she said nothing, but merely looked up at him, he added, “I haven’t vanished anything in over three years.”

For a while, she gaped at him, the utter shock and disbelief of finding him not just at her college, but at her party, and in her private living space, had overwhelmed her.

Finally she voiced her thought aloud.

“What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy?”

His expression was unreadable as he took a few moments before muttering, “Probably much the same as you, attempting to enjoy a party.”

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It’s fanficfriday. The Art of Seduction: Kidnapping and Hypothermia by @chaoticcrumpets

Love some good sexy forced proximity in a log cabin… with one bed…

This art by @elivrayn may not the most fitting for the winter themes, but I love her work! And he does chop them wood… because it’s cold… and they are only trying to stay warm 🤍

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[keepofkandrakar]

silly concept where this one muggle-born kid whose last name — out of literal, pure coincidence — happens to be black (or any other of the noble house names bc god forbid people share the same last name and aren’t at all related). this is finds out they’re a wizard and goes to hogwarts and the whole wizard community is all like “omg a resurgence of the noble house of black!” and is absolutely freaking out over it meanwhile this kid is like “wtf is happening i just found this shit out two hours ago—”

[roseyreveries]

Far Away - 3

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Muggle!Reader Previous Part <- click! Summary: You wake up inside the Harry Potter universe without any explanation as to why you're there. Disclaimer: All characters are being aged up for PLOT (1st years are 15, 7th years are 21) but characters may act immature and childish in the beginning at times to keep their character development. Not accurate to the books or movies. A/N: Draco is not in this because the original part was too long that Tumblr wouldn't let me post it so I had to cut it in half. CW: language, women <3 Directory <- click!

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The Slytherin common room was... intimidating, to say the least. All dark stone and shadowy corners, with the occasional flicker of green light reflecting off the cold waters of the Black Lake just outside the windows. It felt like stepping into a lair, which, I suppose, it kind of was. The other Slytherins milled about, some sprawled on the sleek leather couches, others whispering conspiratorially by the fireplaces. No one paid me much mind as I stood just inside the entrance, trying my best to appear like I belonged. Fake it 'til you make it, I thought, straightening my shoulders and lifting my chin. “You lost, newbie?” a sharp voice snapped me out of her thoughts. I turned to see a girl leaning casually against the doorway to what I assumed were the dorms. The girl had shoulder-length black hair, streaked with green at the tips, and an eyebrow arched so high it practically screamed, I don’t have time for your nonsense. “Not lost,” I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “Just... finding my way.” The girl snorted. “Right. Well, don’t stand there like a damn gargoyle. Come on, I’ll show you the dorms before you embarrass yourself.” With that, she turned and strode off, not even bothering to check if I followed. Not wanting to make things worse, I hurried after her. “Name’s Lila, by the way,” the girl said over her shoulder. “You’re the one Dumbledore dropped in out of nowhere, right? Sorted into Slytherin? Interesting choice.” “Uh, yeah, I guess,” I mumbled, unsure of how much I should reveal. “And you?” “Pureblood royalty,” Lila replied sarcastically, throwing open a door to a cozy but still dark and moody dorm room. “Or at least that’s what they all think. Me? I don’t give a shit about bloodlines or whatever nonsense these snobs are obsessed with.” The room had two beds, one neatly made with emerald-green sheets and the other bare, presumably mine. A few posters adorned Lila’s side— a mix of wizarding bands and what looked like some strange creature with way too many tentacles. A small cauldron sat bubbling in the corner, though the smell was surprisingly pleasant. “That’s your side,” Lila said, flopping onto her own bed. “Keep your junk out of mine, and we’ll be fine. Oh, and don’t even think about touching my stash of chocolate frogs. Those are sacred.”

I let out a small laugh. “Noted. Thanks for showing me around. I wasn’t sure what to expect.” Lila waved a dismissive hand. “Don’t get all mushy on me. Just don’t do anything stupid, and I’ll make sure the rest of these snakes don’t eat you alive.” She shot me a smirk. “I’m kidding. Mostly.” “Appreciate it,” I said, sitting on my bed and starting to unpack. I could feel Lila’s eyes on me, sizing me up. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” Lila said after a moment. “Walking in here like you own the place. Draco’s already got his knickers in a twist about you. What’d you do to piss him off so fast?” I groaned, flopping back onto her bed. “I exist, apparently.” Lila laughed, a sharp, genuine sound. “Yeah, that’ll do it. Don’t worry, he’ll get over it. Or he won’t, and you’ll just have to deal. Either way, you’ve got me now. So, congrats, I guess.” “Lucky me,” I said with a grin, already feeling a little more at ease. If nothing else, I had one ally in this strange, new world. And for now, that was enough.

The room settled into a comfortable quiet, the sound of the lake faintly gurgling through the enchanted window. I unpacked my things, glancing at Lila occasionally, who was now flipping through an old spellbook, her legs still draped lazily over the side of her bed. “So…” I began, fiddling with the clasp on my bag. “Is Malfoy always like that? Or is it just me?” Lila didn’t look up, but a slow smirk tugged at her lips. “You mean a stuck-up, brooding git with a superiority complex? Yeah, that’s pretty much his thing.” I laughed softly. “Doesn’t it get exhausting, though? He seems… angry all the time.” At that, Lila’s smirk faltered, and she shut the book with a snap. “Yeah, well, Malfoy’s got his reasons. His family’s… complicated. Not that I’m making excuses for him, but people like him? They’re raised to be angry. It’s easier than showing they’re scared or hurt.” I tilted my head, surprised by the sudden insight. “That’s… kind of sad.” Lila shrugged, her tough demeanor slipping just a little. “Maybe. But don’t let that fool you— he’s still a prat. Just don’t let him see he’s getting under your skin, yeah? People like him feed on that.” I nodded, absorbing the advice. “Thanks, Lila. That actually helps.” Lila rolled her eyes, but her lips curved into a small, genuine smile. “Don’t mention it, newbie. You’re in my dorm now, so I guess I’m stuck with you.” I grinned, feeling the first real spark of camaraderie since arriving at Hogwarts. “Hey, what year are you, anyway?” “Second,” Lila replied, leaning back against her pillow. “I’ve already done the whole ‘new kid in Slytherin’ thing, so consider me your personal guide. What about you? What classes do you have tomorrow?” I fished a schedule out of my bag and handed it to Lila, who scanned it with a sharp eye. “Let’s see… Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts. All the basics. Not bad. You’ve got Snape first thing, though. Good luck with that.” “Why? Is he strict?” I asked, my stomach flipping nervously. I already knew the answer, having watched the movies and all, but living it is so much different than seeing it. I couldn't be sure everything was the exact same as in the movies. “Strict? Snape could make a grown man cry with a single glare,” Lila said with a laugh. “But he’s brilliant. Just… don’t screw up in his class unless you want to be the next cautionary tale.” “Noted,” I muttered, already dreading it. Lila tossed the schedule back with a casual flick of her wrist. “Tell you what— I’ll walk you to Potions in the morning. Can’t have you getting lost on your first day. Plus, it’s fun watching the first years panic before class.” I smiled, feeling an unexpected wave of relief. “Thanks, Lila. Really. I wasn’t expecting anyone to, you know… be nice to me here.” Lila’s eyes softened, and for a moment, she looked almost vulnerable. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” she said, though her tone lacked its usual sharpness. “I don’t do this for just anyone.” I laughed, the tension from the day finally easing. “Don’t worry. Your secret’s safe with me.” Lila smirked again, but the warmth in her gaze lingered. “Good."

A loud thud echoed from somewhere outside the dorm, interrupting our conversation. It was followed by a burst of laughter and the unmistakable beat of music reverberating through the walls. “What the hell was that?” I asked, sitting up. Lila, still sprawled on her bed, broke into a mischievous grin. “Oh, you’re in for it now, newbie.” “For what?” I asked, but Lila was already on her feet, her wand lighting up with a quick Lumos. “Come on,” Lila said, her voice low but dripping with excitement. “You’re not gonna want to miss this.” “What’s ‘this’?” I asked, reluctantly sliding out of bed and tugging on my slippers. “You’ll see,” Lila said with a wink, yanking the door open.

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[nightjuneao3]

I'm writing my little Dramione fanfic and it made me wonder about some logistics with the muggle and wizarding world co-existing

Do people raised in the wizarding world exist on paper in the muggle world, like theoretically would they have a birth certificate proving they exist?

Do they pay taxes? And to whom?

What happens when a wizard commits a crime in the Muggle world? Which legal system takes precedence?

Is there a formal exchange rate between Galleons and Muggle currencies?

What happens to the Muggle real estate market in areas with high wizard populations?

Is there a seperate real estate market for wizards, if so, does that mean a career choice in the wizarding world is to become a real estate agent?

What measures are in place to prevent the magical creature population from affecting Muggle ecosystems?

How does the wizarding world address global Muggle issues like climate change that affect both communities?

Is there a magical stock market?

How did the muggle government explain away all the disaster caused by the wizarding war in Harry Potter?

okay thats all!

[drarryficrecsbasement]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Original Male Character, Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Original Characters, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: HP: EWE, Coffee Shops, Muggles, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Smoking, Bisexuality, Post-War, Coming Out, Draco Malfoy in the Muggle World, Mental Health Issues, Misunderstandings Series: Part 1 of Here's the Pencil Summary:

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

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If Draco Malfoy grew up reading muggle books, what would be his favourite? I'm aiming for books from the correct time period or earlier so 80's early 90's or before

I need to put it in my book, and I can't decide what to use

[blorger]

Potter had clearly never heard about obscuring the truth — an essential life skill according to Draco's father, which wasn't outright lying but had the same effect — and he confessed to their long breaks in Muggle shops, like the idiot he was.

At breakfast on Friday morning he was downright antsy. His mother noticed. “What’s Bothering you, Draco? You seem on Edge.” He knew better than to say that he’d be indulging in a popular Muggle pastime and so he tried to obscure the truth. “I’ll be late tonight, Mother. Potter and I have… uh, plans.” “What plans?” “I’m not entirely sure. They involve er… walking.” “Walking.” “And talking, I — I assume.” “And talking.” Cold sweat covered him at his mother’s unblinking stare. “Well, it was his suggestion and I couldn’t say no, I mean, it’s only polite, he’s only the bloody hero of the wizarding world.” “The hero of the wizarding world.” “Mother.” Draco put his fork down. “Can you please stop repeating what I say? It’s like having an echo.” “I will, if you stop Obscuring the Truth and tell me what is really Going On. What has Potter got you doing that you wish to hide from Me?”

His mother’s knowing looks he could live without. Draco now strongly suspected she was a Legilimens of a high calibre, because all it took was for him to step into the drawing room the day after the ball and she'd gasped and put her book down. “Draco! You’ve—” Draco froze, waiting to hear the end of that sentence. Had sex? Boffed Potter? Indulged in some frottage with the Saviour? Fucked a Gryffindor? “You’ve had a Dalliance.” Draco blushed to the tips of his toes, wishing the earth would open and swallow him right there and then.

from The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy by magpie_fngrl