#autistic draco malfoy

[cluelesspigeons]

Rejection

Rating: General Audiences (G)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter

Additional tags: Autistic Draco Malfoy, Supportive Harry Potter, Rejection, Acceptance, Stimming, Office Worker Draco Malfoy, Comfort

Word count: 941

Summary: Draco has worked a long time on that project. But now that he has submitted it to his supervisors, will they accept it?

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Draco was sitting at his desk. He was surrounded by mounds of paperwork he still had to get done as soon as possible. His supervisor wanted it to be done by the end of the day, though Draco knew that wasn’t possible. Not today at least.

He hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything from the moment he had sat down in his office that morning. Every little sound coming from the hallway into his office was too much. Every flicker of light, every moving shadow was too much. It was impossible to focus.

The only thing that wouldn’t leave his mind was the project he had submitted earlier that day. It was something he had been working on for weeks, months even. He had spent days on end trying to perfect it. He had put so much work into it. And after all that time, it was finally ready to submit it.

Now the only thing he could do was wait for the approval of his supervisors. There had been some responses from his colleagues already. They had been mostly positive, complimenting him on his hard work. But Draco was still waiting.

He was bouncing his leg now, his fingers tapping repeatedly against the wooden top of his desk. He couldn’t take it anymore. When were they going to answer, dammit? The day was almost over already.

He pushed his chair back abruptly and was about to stand up and start pacing around his small office when someone knocked on the open door. Harry walked inside, his face lit up with that very charming smile of his. He carried two large cups of coffee and gave one to Draco, the smile still in place.

However, it only took one look at Draco’s face for the smile to disappear. Harry frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Draco turned the warm cup of coffee around in his hands. He chewed the inside of his cheek. “Nothing’s wrong.”

Harry took a step closer. “Okay, then,” he said, taking a sip from his coffee. “What’s on your mind?”

Sighing deeply, Draco turned away from Harry, avoiding his questioning eyes. “The project.”

Carefully, Harry sat down on the worn armchair in Draco’s office. “You submitted it?”

“Mhm.” With his cup still in hand, Draco leant on the edge of his desk, following the pattern in the rug with his eyes. “I still haven’t gotten any reaction from the higher-ups and it’s driving me crazy!” Draco’s voice rose in volume. He was squeezing the cup now, anxious frustration boiling in his veins.

Harry stood from his chair and walked over to Draco, placing his cup on the desk. “Can I touch you?” he asked softly. When Draco nodded, he wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, pulling him closer. “It will be fine,” he said quietly, his voice not much louder than a whisper. “You’ll get your answer soon. I’m certain they will approve and then–”

Harry was cut short by a small piece of paper folder like an airplane flying into the room. It landed in the middle of Draco’s desk.

Inhaling sharply, Draco reached for the paper with shaking hands. He unfolded it slowly.

It didn’t take much time for him to read the words that were written on it. And it took even less time for tears to fill his eyes and stream down his cheeks. “They rejected the project,” he whispered, letting the paper fall onto his desk.

His hands were shaking now, his breathing becoming short. “I had already thought of so many ways it could benefit us. It could change some important things! And I thought we could do it and make things better. But they… they just…”

A sob wrecked through his body, his shoulders shaking.

“Hey.” Harry pulled him closer, one of his hands resting at the back of Draco’s neck and rubbing calming circles into the soft skin there. “It’s okay, Draco, my love. Even if these arseholes rejected it, it doesn’t mean you didn’t do a great job! You did an amazing job!”

But Draco shook his head. “It just feels like they don’t care about me. Whenever I suggest something, even if it is as small as more quills to write with, they turn me down immediately. They don’t care. It doesn’t matter how much work I put in every single day, I’m not important enough. I don’t belong…”

“Oh, Draco,” Harry whispered, leaning in and placing a tender kiss on Draco’s forehead. “My sweet, sweet Draco. You are important, to me and to so many other people.” He wiped a tear away from Draco’s face. “I don’t give a flying shit what these heartless bastards think of your project or of you. And, honestly, neither should you. But I know that’s easier said than done.” He huffed a humourless laugh, shaking his head. “For all I care, they can come kiss the great Harry Potter’s arse.”

A quiet chuckle escaped Draco’s lips at those words. He looked at Harry with watery eyes. “Thank you.”

Harry looked back at him, that charming smile appearing once more. “Of course, love. Anytime.” He let go of Draco and extended a hand. “Ready to go home?”

Draco nodded, a small thankful smile playing around his lips. Harry was right. He shouldn’t care what other people think about him, especially not his stupid, annoying supervisors. As long as he could be himself around the people he loved, he had nothing to worry about.

With new growing confidence, he took Harry’s hand, their fingers automatically tangling together. “Yes, please. Let’s go home.”

And if he had any say into it, he would never return.

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omg what about autistic!reader (all hot bitches got tism) just yapping all the slytherins ears off because she just doesn’t know she’s doing it like she doesn’t clock it’s socially rude but someone outside the groups points it out 🙂🙂🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️plsplsplsplsplspls beed someone to defend my rambles

The boys would absolutely eat up autistic!reader, I fear.

They have no idea what reader is yapping about but they are just nodding along and cheering her on. If she doesn't like the texture of a certain food, they are making sure it never ends up on her plate during meals. When Reader gets overwhelmed they immediately notify Mattheo because they know he's her safe person. They have all of her hiding places memorized for when she suddenly disappears somewhere to cool down AND they all buy her things related to her special interests and hyperfixations.

They also notice so many things about her since all of them are so observant. Theo will notice whenever you pick up a habit or a stim from one of your friends. Blaise sees the way your way you mindlessly copy people's mannerisms when talking to them. Enzo can tell whenever you're disassociating. Draco instantly knows when you're done with a conversation—and Mattheo just knows everything about you because he's just overall obsessed with you.

Realistically they also tease her about her autistic traits A LOT but never in a nasty or ill-intentioned way. They also literally do not know what autism is so there's a lot of trial and error.

Basically autistic!reader is too powerful for this world.

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(Painting of Hermione gifted to me by Sirenartificial. Graphic design book cover made by me)

Boy, do I have the lust potion fic for you! Some bad boys dose Hermione with a terrible ancient Roman lust potion and Draco sees the opportunity to be the hero.

Too bad he didn't realize how in over his head he was gonna be. 👀

❤️I have just begun posting my rewrite of my old fic, Cupere. The painting/Drawing of Hermione in the cover was gifted to me by Sirenartifical, who also gifted me a few other illustrations for Cupere. You will see those as the story progresses.

Happy reading besties!!

EXCERPT:

[kitty-tea]

We’re all weird

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader (formerly)

Hi this is my first time writing something for Harry Potter. The idea for this plot’s kind of based off a dream I had which is why some stuff doesn’t make sense. Like the setting. I know every autistic person has a different experience, so I tried to write this as similar to my own experiences as I could. Also the story doesn’t follow the main timeline of the books or movies. I don’t own any characters except reader and the four first year students.

Whether the reader is diagnosed or not, it’s open to interpretation

Summary: After you catch Draco cheating on you, you’re forced to go to a school banquet. Unfortunately you can’t avoid anyone.

Tags/warnings: ableism, internalized ableism, name calling, reader has an emotional outburst, Dumbledore being confusing, reader is autistic, social isolation, bullying, teasing, Draco being mean, pure blood supremacy, mentions of cheating, angst

You looked around the venue for an empty table. You were one of the last people to arrive, so all the tables were taken. If only you hadn’t spent the last hour overthinking and dreading this event, you could have gotten ready and arrived a lot sooner instead of grabbing one of the last portkeys that were set up at the school.

The theme of the party was for the students to dress in their house colors. Being a Slytherin, you wore an off the shoulder emerald silk dress that went down to your feet, accentuated with a slit that showed off your entire left leg. You decided to keep your hair down to use as a curtain for your face as you always did as a way to avoid eye contact.

As your eyes scanned the rows of small tables lined along the room horizontally, they met the very reason you were dreading coming here. You spotted the group of Slytherins from your year, which included your ex-boyfriend Draco and his friends, Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle. Draco had his arm around Pansy, who looked over to you, which drew the attention of everyone else at the table.

“Look, it’s Flappy-hands.” Even through all the people talking in the room, you managed to hear Pansy’s comment referring to your habit of flapping your hands when you were happy or excited about something.

You saw Goyle get up from his seat. He started to flap his hands while jumping up and down. Even though you had a harder time reading people’s intentions, you knew he

“I can’t believe I ever dated a freak like her.” Draco was telling his friends. “She brings shame to Slytherin. Would’ve been better off as a Hufflepuff.” He rolled his eyes.

“Only because she's a pure-blood, but that doesn’t mean they should let freaks like her into the Wizarding World.” Blaise said.

“Dumbledore only made her Head Girl because he felt sorry for her. He’s the only one too.” Pansy laughed.

You knew that wasn’t the case as evidenced by your several conversations with him. Dumbledore always knew you were different from other students even before you figured it out, it seemed. When you came to him to question what made you deserve this position, he said something about how he knew you were one of the rare people who would never abuse their position, and that the extra responsibilities would help you grow as a person.

“She really earned her place as Head Girl.” Crabbe smirked before adding, “she’s the Head of the freaks.”

You were in no place to cry at the moment. You wished you could be in one of your “safe rooms” around the school where no one would be around you to bother you.

A few tables in front of the seventh year Slytherins, you spotted the table with the Gryffindors from your year along with Ginny and Luna. Every time you saw Harry Potter with his friends, you couldn’t help but feel jealous. You didn’t know why. Maybe it was because of how well they all seem to belong together, except for when they got into fights but that was normal for any friend group. Everytime you’d pass by them, you’d think about how nice it would be to be friends with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They might as well have been friends with every Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff too. They were welcoming towards students from other houses, except for yours which made you feel left out from the rest of the school. Especially during your fifth year when you found out Harry and his friends formed a secret group called Dumbledore’s Army, and hadn’t invited anyone from Slytherin. Not only was that group in on something you weren’t, but so were your former friends. You felt like a reject in the middle.

Your thoughts were consumed by the events of the past week and the course of your overall social life.

Everything from the day Draco asked you to be his girlfriend to that time you came back into the common room after patrolling the halls and saw him making out with Pansy on the couch invaded your memories. You were completely clueless to the fact that Draco had been flirting with you for the last two years, so it was a surprise to have him ask you out and call you beautiful. Everyone in your group could see how flirtatious he was except for you.

You had years of practice of holding in your tears when something emotional would randomly pop into your mind, this should be no different, you thought.

For as long as you’ve been in school, Draco, and all the other Slytherins from your year were the only people you’ve ever hung out with. Even though you hung out with that group for years, you always felt that there was something off, like you didn’t really belong, and they seemed to think that way too. It wasn’t until you broke off from them that the insults about your differences came at you unrestrained. They’d point out every little thing about you that they found odd, most of which were things you didn’t notice about yourself.

Before you became Head Girl when you used to share a dorm with the other girls, you’d catch them whispering to each other about the little odd things about you they would notice, like how you didn’t understand when you weren’t welcome into a conversation or how there were jokes and expressions you took seriously. You didn’t know how to stick up for yourself without crying, so all you could do was pretend to sleep by using your covers and pillow to muffle your sniffles.

It was a break from your routine after you cut them off where you were left completely lost and confused. You liked routines and order in your life. It was like having the rail of the stairs to hold onto for a long time and relying on it to get you through it, only for it to be snatched from you.

After you had caught your ex-boyfriend making out with Pansy, you used the disillusionment charm to sneak into your dorm where you cried. Not bothering to change out of your uniform, you hatched a plan to get revenge on Draco the next day, to humiliate him in front of the whole school. The plan was that you would intercept him in the courtyard after class and throw all your rage at him, then yell exactly what he’d done in front of everyone. What you didn’t plan was for him and his friends to laugh in your face as they told you that he’d been cheating on you with Pansy since a month into your relationship when he wanted to give up on “dating the freak.” You thought the other students from other houses around you would defend you, but with you being a Slytherin, you should’ve known that they’d keep quiet as you ran away since you were associated with that notorious group.

You were so in your thoughts that you didn’t pay attention to which table you sat yourself at.

“Hello.” You heard a small, high pitch voice from across you. As quickly as you turned to the owner of the voice, you looked down at your lap. It was a first-year Gryffindor student. Next to her was a Hufflepuff boy, also a first-year. It had just come to your attention that you, a seventh-year student, was sitting at a table full of first-years. To your left, you saw a Ravenclaw boy and to the opposite side of you, a Slytherin girl you didn’t recognize. You knew they were first years mostly because they were wearing their school uniforms instead of the fancy dresses and suits the older students were allowed to wear. You assumed the first-years had to show up in their uniforms so that the older students would be able to distinguish the ones who needed guidance more or something like that.

“Aren’t you the Head Girl?” The Gryffindor student asked you.

“Yeah.” You forced yourself to look into her eyes briefly before you spotted the staff table at the back of the room and looked down. You had come close to making eye contact with Draco’s father, Lucius. You should’ve known he’d be there. He was the governor of Hogwarts. Besides your former group, he was the person you were dreading to see for the rest of the night. You used your fingers to brush some hair in front of your face, hoping he wouldn’t see you.

“Why are you hiding your face?” The same girl sitting across from you asked. Shielding half of your face with your hand now, you looked up at her.

“There’s someone here I don’t want to see tonight.” You whispered.

“Who?” The same girl asked, not lowering her voice.

“There’s a man behind you. He’s sitting at the staff table. He’s the blonde man next to Professor Snape. His name is Lucius Malfoy. He’s my ex’s father and the Hogwarts governor.”

“Oh yeah,” the Slytherin girl sitting to your right piped up. “I’ve seen you around a lot with your friends.”

“They’re not my friends anymore.”

“Sorry, I forgot your name. We’re all first years. We don’t really know a lot of people at the school.” The Gryffindor girl said to you. After introducing yourself, they told you their names. The Gryffindor’s name was Melanie, the Slytherin’s name was Kayla, the Ravenclaw’s name was Stuart, and the Hufflepuff was named Owen.

“Why did you and your boyfriend break up?” Kayla asked you. You would’ve thought that she’d be more informed about your house’s gossip, but seeing as her friend told you that they didn’t know a lot of people, you deduced that the four of them mostly kept to each other for company more than students of their own houses.

“I caught him cheating on me with another girl from our house. It’s because they all think I’m weird. They’ve been calling me a freak.” You stopped yourself from saying more. You did not want to start crying.

“It’s okay we’re all weird here.” Melanie said.

“Yeah that’s why we have each other.” Stuart said.

You looked up at all four of them, smiling at their apparent welcomeness towards you. You quickly realized you shouldn’t have looked up again as you spotted Lucius and Snape having a separate conversation from the rest of their table, about you probably.

“I think they’re looking at us.” Stuart tapped on your shoulder. You flinched. “Sorry, do you not like being touched?”

“Don’t you?” You asked him.

“No, it’s fine I hug my friends and family all the time.” He smiled. “You’re like my cat. He hates being touched too.” You couldn’t understand how there were people who were okay with being touched, it felt smothering to you.

Stuart left the mostly one-sided conversation to dig into his plate which gave you time to eavesdrop on the one Lucius and Snape were having.

“I see your son’s ex-girlfriend has distanced herself from her usual friends.” You could hear Snape say even through all the noise of overlapping conversations around you.

As quickly as the two participants of the conversation looked over to you, you hung your head down for the umpteenth time that night.

After a while of you taking your eyes off them, you could feel two new presences behind you, and you didn’t like it at all. You were dreading the words you predicted would come out of Lucius’ mouth should he come into contact with you tonight.

It was Snape who spoke first instead. “If it isn’t the Head Girl, hanging out with the four troublemakers I have the delight of having as my students.”

“Good evening, sir.” It was the first sentence you heard Owen say since he told you his name.

You knew if you turned around you’d see the same scowl you’d grown familiar with seeing over the years.

“Aren’t you, an eighteen-year-old about to graduate, too old to be hanging out with first years? You won’t even be there for them next year.” Snape spoke to you.

With a shaky breath, you forced yourself to look into the eyes of the two men as you turned around in your chair.

Lucius put a hand on Snape’s shoulder. “If you recall our first meeting where I, a seventh year Head Boy befriended you, a first year, you wouldn’t be so harsh on her. She’s only doing for them what I did for you.” You were confused that your ex’s father was apparently defending you.

“I’m going off what happened.” He explained.

“You’re her ex’s dad aren’t you?” Owen turned to him with a raised eyebrow. That made Lucius’ attention snap away from you.

“Did you know your son cheated on her, that’s just mean.” Kayla said.

“How dare you disrespect your elders like that.” Snape clenched his fists. “I’ll be taking ten points from the five of you each. Such disgrace coming from my own house. Unbelievable.” He scoffed.

“That’s not fair.” Melanie argued.

“Does anyone want detention?” Snape warned and everyone at your table shut their mouths.

“I was not aware you and Draco were no longer together until your teacher mentioned it. I’m usually the first person who hears from him.” Lucius said to you. “Really disappointing how you turned out, given the pure blood family you come from.”

Throughout your relationship, you thought the less time you spent with Draco’s parents, the less likely they’ll come to find out about the part of you and your personality you were desperate to keep hidden from other wizards for the sake of you seeming normal to them. And now you knew Snape spilled everything to him, every single thing that made you different that he was able to pick off you.

“Will you stop acting like a child who was caught being naughty and look into the eyes of whomever is speaking to you? As I’ve told you over and over?” You had to suppress the urge to swat Snape’s hand away as he reached down to pull the curtain of hair hovering over half your face. Now, both of your eyes were on him. Even with makeup on, your face felt naked without your hair covering it.

“She doesn’t like it when people touch her, you know. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Kayla glared at him.

He pulled his hand away from you. “That is the second time you have disrespected me tonight.” He glared back at the younger girl.

“She’s just a child, it’s understandable to have the instinct to defend someone who’s unable to do it for themselves.” It hurt that Lucius was taking a jab at your inability to stand up for yourself, something he picked up on really quick. Why couldn’t you pick up things about other people like that?

Snape’s eyes were on you again. You used a trick Dumbledore taught you where you looked at people’s forehead or eyebrows whenever you’d get uncomfortable and overwhelmed with holding eye contact. You used that trick on Snape quite often.

“As someone who’s about to graduate, you should know that the real world won’t be as forgiving of your freakish nature as Professor Dumbledore or your little friends. You know how they treat werewolves and Squibs.”

“I know.” You spoke for the first time in the conversation. You were converting your anger towards how the world had treated you into courage to stand up for yourself. At least that’s how you thought of it “The whole school actually made sure of it when they made it clear I’m not welcome here with the rest of you people!”

You didn’t have much volume control or awareness, and you didn’t know most of the people in the room heard what you said until Snape and Lucius looked around themselves. Your eyes followed theirs. Everyone had halted their conversations.

You saw Draco slap his palm against his forehead, muttering “she’s so embarrassing.”

“So is his father.” Harry whispered to his friends. You heard him and his friends snicker, but Draco didn’t.

“Yes, Draco and Harry. Your father and I are an embarrassment to Slytherin! Whatever!” You snapped at them. “Everyone should go ahead and tell each other how much of a loser I am too!” Your voice started to tremble and so did the tear running down your cheek. “About how I’ve never been truly welcomed in any of you all’s friend groups.”

“If I’d been sorted into Slytherin I would’ve known just how mental she is. Almost feel sorry for Malfoy. And I thought you were the mental one at first, Hermione.” You heard another snide whisper, this time from Ron.

“We’ll maybe if you and the whole school weren’t so closed off in your anti-Slytherin world you would’ve gotten to know me as a person and exactly how mental you think I am or am not!” You shouted at him. He flinched back in his chair. Even though he and the whole school had seen your meltdowns, this was the first time he was the subject of it.

“She’s right. If only Potter’s little friends and us ever got together, then we could all agree and talk about how weird she is.” Draco said and you took a step forward, but Snape grabbed your arm, holding you back.

“Enough!” He yelled harshly enough for Ron to sink into his chair even further.

“Severus, trust me you’ll want to lay your hand off her.” Dumbledore stood up from the staff table and walked over to you.

You didn’t think he sounded mad, but you couldn’t tell most of the time.

Snape let go of you.

“Everyone, you may go back to your previous social engagements.” Dumbledore addressed the whole room.

“Albus, she needs to be disciplined more harshly than the others. I just know she does. Look at the example she’s setting for the younger students.” Snape said to Dumbledore as soon as everyone else started to mind their own businesses.

“I’ll take care of it.” He said and looked over at you. Without any words of objection, Snape and Lucius resumed their places at the staff table, not looking back at the four students that were just talking to them. “I’d like to speak to you alone. This way.” Dumbledore said gently.

You were too ashamed of the way you acted to do anything but nod your head as you followed him on shaky legs to the entrance hall outside the room. You hated how you couldn’t seem to keep your emotions in check as much as everyone else did. It was something that other people would notice about you and call you out as being weak.

As soon as you were alone with Dumbledore, the sobs you held in exploded. “I’m so sorry, I know you’re angry with me. Blaise was right about me being a freak and how I don’t deserve a place in the Wizarding World. And Pansy said you only made me Head Girl because of pity. I tried so hard to be normal, but I can’t.”

Throughout your rambling and sobbing, Dumbledore didn’t interrupt you. Another way Dumbledore treated you different from how the adults treated you was that instead of interrupting you or trying to finish your sentences when you got stuck, he patiently waited for you to finish them yourself.

“I think Snape knows. He knows how… how much I’m not like the others. Please don’t tell him you know too. I can’t have him be… he can’t find out. He thinks something’s off about me. And he hates me for it. He’s ashamed of me and so am I.”

“I see.” Dumbledore said quietly, folding his hands in front of him. “And while I’ll respect your decision to keep some things about yourself private, I can only tell you it’s not something to do lightly.”

“What do you mean?” You were always confused when Dumbledore gave you advice in a cryptic way.

“Let’s just say one can only keep a house made up of mud for so long before it starts raining profusely.” You still didn’t understand the sayings he’d throw at you. You’d always get frustrated with figurative expressions. Why couldn’t people say exactly word for word what they mean?

“Why would I need to build a house with mud? We don’t live in that type of climate. Bricks would be easier to access where my family is from.” Dumbledore chuckled. If someone laughed at something you said it was because they were making fun of you. Dumbledore was the only person you trusted enough to know that wasn’t his intention.

“I can’t be angry with you for the person you are.” Dumbledore brought the topic back to where it was before. “When I was in school, I remember thinking everything I would learn in the classroom and the books would prepare me for what was to come in the real world. I was wrong. The best teachers are often our own experiences. And I think you and your classmates will share those same thoughts after graduating.”

“Thank you, sir.” You said. “I’ll um, get back to the party.”

“Oh, and one last thing.” Dumbledore said as you turned you were about to turn your back. “Before you leave school, I want you to always remember that you should never be ashamed to be who you are.”

“What if people don’t like me for who I am? That’s always the case.” You interjected. Even if you found people who cared for you and accepted you, you didn’t think you’d be able to do it for yourself.

“Which is why I said you should never be ashamed of yourself for your differences.” Dumbledore answered before telling you to go back into the room. You were left wondering if other people thought Dumbledore was just as much of a confusing person as you did.

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Always beautiful

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Rating: Teen And Up Audiences (T)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hector The Cat

Additional Tags: Trans Male Character, Trans Male Harry Potter, Trans Harry Potter, Autistic Draco Malfoy, Scars, Top Surgery Scars, Healing wounds, Wounds, Body Dysphoria, Comfort, Domestic Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Established Relationship, Established Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, healing each other, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Kindness, Therapy, Trans Day of Visibility

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Harry was curled up on the sofa by the time Draco came back home. Hector was sleeping next to him, the large blanket that was wrapped around Harry, muffling his soft catlike snores.

Draco walked over to the sofa, bending down over the back to place a gentle kiss on Harry’s temple. “Hello.”

Harry looked up from that weird rectangle muggles called a mobile, a sweet smile lifting up the corners of his mouth. “How was today’s session?”

Draco shook his head. He went to sit down next to Harry. “Alright, I guess.” He shrugged. “Healer Wilson said I’m doing better already. But I don’t know. She’s asked some really weird and difficult questions today.”

“Weird questions?” Harry asked. He tried sitting up, but winced loudly and lay back down, cursing quietly. “Ugh, I hate this.”

Carefully, Draco placed a hand on Harry’s side. “It’s normal, love. You’re still healing.”

“I know, but still!” He waved his hands in the air, frustration clearly audible in his voice. Hector opened one sleepy eye to look at what was happening. “I feel like I can barely move! Every single time I move as much as a centimetre, it’s like they’re ripping my chest open again.”

Draco moved his hand up and down, trying to give as much comfort as he could without hurting Harry any more. “You know I’m here to help.”

“Yeah, I do.” Harry sighed, tugging the blanket closer around himself. “But we can’t even cuddle at night anymore. I hate it!”

At that, Draco couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped his lips. He deliberately ignored the raised eyebrow Harry turned his way. “It’s only temporary, you know,” he said, a smile still lingering on his lips. “You’re acting like we won’t ever be able to cuddle again.”

Harry huffed, rolling his eyes. “Sure feels like it.”

“Oh, darling,” Draco laughed. He stood from the sofa and placed another kiss on Harry’s temple. “Have you taken your pain medication yet?”

Without waiting for an answer, Draco started making his way to the kitchen. However, es he did so, Harry mumbled something from underneath his blanket. Draco turned back around to look at his husband. “Didn’t catch that?”

“No, I haven’t,” Harry said, a little louder this time. “It… It hurt too much to get up.”

“Don’t worry, my love,” Draco said as he walked out the living room, “I’ll go get it.”

He was about to open the kitchen door, when he heard Harry’s voice calling for him again. “Draco?”

The way Harry said his name, full of love and tenderness, sent a wave of happiness through his veins. He wiggled his fingers excitedly as he walked back to the living room. He peeked his head around the door. “Yeah?”

Harry took a deep breath. “I know you’re not very comfortable doing this but… could you… would you help me refresh the bandages?”

Though he couldn’t see it himself, Draco knew he was smiling like the biggest, lovesick idiot on the planet. Sure, he didn’t like anything that had to do with wounds but he would definitely help Harry. It was the least he could do. “Of course,” he said softly, walking to the sofa and slowly, carefully, helping Harry get up.

The blanket was still securely wrapped around Harry as they made their way to the bathroom. It didn’t go unnoticed that Harry avoided looking at the mirror.

“Wait here a moment,” Draco said. “I’ll go get your medication as well.”

By the time he entered the bathroom again, the blanket lay discarded on the ground. Harry was standing in front of the mirror, his expression unreadable. He was pulling the bandages away from his chest, wincing softly every now and again when the bandage stuck to his sensitive skin.

Draco placed the pain medication next to the sink before he went to stand next to Harry, looking at him through the mirror. “Okay?”

And that was all Harry needed for his lower lip to start wobbling, and his shoulder to start shaking. His eyes filled with tears as he let his hands fall to his side. “I can’t do this,” he said. “I’m so ugly.”

“Hey,” Draco said, placing his hands on Harry's shoulders and turning him away from the mirror so they faced each other. “Look at me.” He reached up with one hand, cupping the side of Harry’s face and wiping away the tears that were streaming down his cheek. “Harry, you’re beautiful. I know that sometimes… sometimes your mind might tell you you’re not, but trust me when I say your mind is lying.” He paused for a second, trying–and failing–to understand what Harry might be thinking at the moment. “You are the most gorgeous human being I have ever seen in my entire life. It doesn’t matter what your body looks like, you’ll alway be beautiful to me.”

More tears streamed down Harry’s face, a loud sob filling the silence of the bathroom.

Draco’s eyes widened. Did he say something wrong? Should he have done something else? Said something else? Surely, he hadn’t insulted Harry, right? Right? Merlin, what was it that Healer Wilson had told him again?

“Did I say something wrong?” Draco asked quietly.

Harry huffed a small laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, Draco,” he managed to say between sobs. He looked up, his green eyes still shining with unshed tears. “You have no idea, have you?”

Confused, Draco tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowed together. “I… don’t?”

Harry shook his head again, a fond smile on his lips as he leaned in and placed a sweet kiss on Draco’s lips. “I don’t know how you knew, but what you said was exactly what I needed to hear.”

“Oh.” Draco pulled back, their foreheads resting together. His fingers had started fidgeting with the hem of Harry’s sweatpants. “Okay.”

“I love you,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes.

Draco pulled Harry a little closer, closing his eyes as well and letting the giddiness he felt run through his whole body. He smiled. “I love you, too. Now, will you let me help you?”

Slowly, Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and turned back to the mirror. The old bandages were now lying in the sink. Draco could clearly see the scars on his chest healing. He leaned closer and placed his lips on Harry’s bare shoulder.

“Beautiful,” he whispered. “Always so, so beautiful.”

And if he saw Harry’s cheeks darken ever so slightly, he didn’t say anything about it. It only made his husband look even more lovely.

[confused-mortal-being-ft-adhd]

It's that time of year again: Harry potter marathon

[angelsfics]

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter fic recs

i've recently started reading drarry, so here are some of the very favorites i've found. it's not a comprehensive list but just some i enjoyed! feel free to send me more recs.

Aevitumer written by MarshmalowMilkshake ♡ 95k words, rated M. Tags: Time Travel Fix-It, Found Family, Hurt/Comfort

Another Heart Whispers Back written by slytherco ♡ 53k words, rated E. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Pining Draco Malfoy, Oblivious Harry Potter, Casual Intimacy, Sexual Tension & Romantic Tension, Humor, Blind First Dates, Idiots in Love, First Time, Cuddling

Dwelling written by aideomai ♡ 83k words, rated T. Tags: Friends to Lovers, Curses, Boy-Who-Lived Neville Longbottom, Twists & Turns

Hothouse Flowers and Hot Hot Showers written by azalea_larae & boshspice ♡ 101k words, rated E. Tags: Porn with Plot, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Muggle Studies, Studying Muggle Abroad, Roommates, Cuddling, Sexual Tension, Fluff

My Fucking Flatmate written by toxik_angel ♡ 82k words, rated E. Tags: Canon Divergence, Good Draco Malfoy, Draco Defects, Hogwarts 7th Year, Roommates, Harry and Draco in the Muggle World, Youtube, Tension, Fluff, Humor

Now I Know In Part written by dodgerkedavra ♡ 39k words, rated E. Tags: Curses/Curse Damage, Cursed Harry Potter, Curse-Breaker Draco Malfoy, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Cottagecore Draco Malfoy

Soulmates (series) written by dodgerkedavra ♡ 27k words, rated E. Tags: Soulmates, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Art/Artist Harry Potter, Bookseller Draco Malfoy, Protective Draco Malfoy, Running Away, PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Post-War, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

The Bolthole written by aideomai & Tepre ♡ 54k words, rated E. Tags: Grief, Cottage, Roommates, Bed Sharing, Hurt/Comfort, Falling in Love, Harry Potter is a Hoarder

The Lesson of You written by thecouchsofa ♡ 65k words, rated E. Tags: Accidental Child Acquisition, Time Travel, Kid Fic, Fluff, Family Fluff, Forced Proximity

The Softer Side of Draco Malfoy written by QueenofThyme ♡ 29k words, rated M. Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Potions Accident, Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Harry stalking Draco

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain written by Faith Wood (faithwood) ♡ 21k words, rated E. Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Humor, Romance, Hurt/Comfort

Third Drawer Down written by eleventy7 ♡ 1.6k words, rated T. Tags: Hurt, Angst

Way Down We Go written by xiaq ♡ 109k words, rated T. Tags: Werewolf Harry Potter, Post-Canon, EWE, Domestic, Healing & Recovery, Redemption, Roommates, Chronic Illness, Hurt/Comfort.

what husbands are for written by softlystarstruck ♡ 52k words, rated E. Tags: Werewolves & Vampires, Political/Arranged Marriage, Werewolf Harry, Vampire Draco, Domestic, Hurt/Comfort, Trans Male & Autistic Main Characters

Who we are in the shadows written by Quicksilvermaid ♡ 99k words, rated E. Tags: Werewolves, Werewolf Harry Potter, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Secrets/Lies, Angst, Possessive Behavior, Falling In Love, Enemies to Lovers

Within You Without You written by arminaa ♡ 39k words, rated E. Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Recovery, Anxious/Lonely/Depressed Harry Potter, Harry Potter Gets Therapy, EWE, Pining, Falling in Love, First Love/First Time

[berrybeca]

Jobs I think the Slytherin Boys would have in the Muggle World

just some thoughts i had during a job fair in my town lolol

Lorenzo Berkshire: I can't see him being anything else other than in the vet field, after reading a fic... it fit him so well, and i had an epiphany when i read it lmao. Blaise Zabini: i feel like he would be a nutritionist, or a vet (like lorenzo). A nutritionist because i think he takes great care of himself - being very hygienic, exercising, playing football... - and prouding himself in being how he is. Theodore Nott: I can see him as being a journalist, and inheriting a place in a famous paper in the UK from his dad. i imagine his family having to move to england/ scotland from italy after his dad got a job as a high up there, though i imagine his dad being in the more financial side of the company. but when his dad found out theo wanted to be a writer/ journalist, he pulled some strings and got him a job there.

Mattheo Riddle: i can't see him as anything that isn't a tattoo artist/ body piercer, because the last thing i see him as is a guy in an office. i could see him bartending too, because i feel like he would really prioritise having a flowy environment to work, a tattoo parlour or a bar are very much his style. i read someone say that they imagined him and theo owning a nightclub together so that’s also in my mind time to time…

Draco Malfoy: lil bro is literally like Barney Stinson. he works in finance, and no one knows further than that. and he doesn't care that no one knows his official title itself, because in the end, all that matters to him is that they know he's richer than them in any and every way.

Tom Riddle: i can’t imagine him as anything other than being in the medicinal research field (no clue how it’s called lmao), or as a morgue worker. he likes how cold and silent it is, and he likes the routine he does with the bodies that come in. (i really think he’s at least a bit autistic, and really likes having a specific routine for day to day activities, so this job is really perfect in my view…)

[mlkincaidbooks]

Vacivitas has been updated, besties!

After 8 months....finally a nice, long, juicy update! I can't wait to hear what y'all think!

Two years have passed since the war ended. Countless lives have been lost. Friends have gone missing. For sixty-one days, Hermione is held captive in a pit with people she doesn't know, people who become her only friends in the darkness. Before she's taken to the surface, she makes them a promise: she will come back for them.In minutes, she's sold to a vampire.

Sold to Draco Malfoy, who has given her an order: give him her blood, or he will take it. She is his prey, his prisoner, his property. He can do whatever he wants with her. Between hiding from the Dark Lord and dancing with the devil, does she really have a choice?

Does she want one?

After all, the closer you are to darkness, the deeper your shadow becomes.

Trigger warning: description of a panic attack!

❤️Draco artwork was a gift from Sirenartificial on Instagram.

❤️Book cover and graphic design was done by me

[kitty-tea]

Omg you should totally make a part 2 of we're all weird , i absolutely loved it !! I just can't help but feel like she deserved a good ending , the one where she finds a great group and good bsf and stuff and when she stands up for herself to Draco and for once claps back so hard that he never laughs at her again . Coming from a person whos often called autistic even tho I'm not diagnosed with it yet , i related too much lmaooo

Hello thank you so much for your input! I’ll definitely consider doing it. It just might take a while. As someone who’s autistic I agree that people like us deserve a happy ending too❤️

[this-isajokerjoke]

golden trio headcanons

hermione has long hair that's almost always tangled

harry wakes up very early and sleeps lightly

ron hugs his pillow when he sleeps

ron was considered for hufflepuff and hermione was considered for slytherin and ravenclaw

harry is the shortest out of all of them

hermione brings muggle books too to keep up with muggle school

mom friend ronald weasley 

ron puts food on harry and hermione’s plates

harry is surprised to find that no one is taking his food from him

hermione teaches harry some manners (she fails teaching ron)

neither ron or hermione mention harry’s flinches at quick movements or loud noises

ron has undiagnosed adhd

harry doesn't realize how abnormal his life at the dursleys was until he goes to the weasley’s house 

hermione finding out harry never has had a stuffed animal and buying him one for christmas 

harry loving it but hiding it from his dorm mates bc he's afraid to be made fun of

socially awkward hermione

undiagnosed autistic hermione granger

hermione being very upset losing to ron at chess

hermione and ron watching harry practice quidditch sometimes

TRANS RON TRANS RON

handmade gifts from ron but only for hermione and harry bc they're his favorites

harry and ron missing each other and being literal platonic soulmates

ron and hermione bickering but actually being really close

ron tells hermione he's jealous of harry

hermione tells ron she's afraid to fail and be kicked out of the magic world

harry is both observant and unobservant

he is very oblivious

ron is the tallest and rests his elbows on harry and hermione’s heads

harry and hermione have to restrain ron from punching draco malfoy consistently throughout their years at hogwarts

harry having to get used to having more food after spending time at the dursleys

ron helps harry when harry wakes up from nightmares

hermione getting stressed and breaking out with acne

harry having to be taught hygiene in secret from ron bc he doesn't know how to take care of himself

harry and ron call hermione ‘hermy’ sometimes just because they think it’s funny and hermy hermione hates it

ron also thinks it’s really funny to say “har har” when harry makes a joke (harry giggles and hermione sighs)

[azrakaban]

Harry Potter Masterlist

Blaise Zabini

Distractions

Mattheo Riddle

Thief

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons

Mattheo Riddle Headcanons Pt 2 - (Mattheo with kids)

I Love The Smiths

Careful

A Little Longer

FICTOBER FICS

OUCHIE

Theodore Nott

It's On Your Nose

Augophile

ASKS/BLURBS/THOTS

Theodore Nott Headcanons

FICTOBER FICS

Overwhelmed - Autistic!Theodore

Tom Riddle

Study Buddies

Lorenzo Berkshire

FICS

Mr Corrigan

ASKS/BLURBS/THOTS

Gen Alpha Yapper

Draco Malfoy

Masked pt 1

Masked pt 2

Masked pt 3

Masked pt 4

Masked pt 5

Whole Slytherin Gang

FICS

Movie Night

ASKS/BLURBS/THOTS

Plus Size Reader

Casual Texting

The Eras Tour

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt “flexible” from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 213

Drarry microfic: cancelled

Draco closed his laptop again, huffing angrily. He stomped out of his makeshift office at home and waltzed into the kitchen. Harry looked up from the Prophet he was reading. “Are you alright, love?”

Draco sighed deeply. “No.” He took an angry sip of the tea Harry had put under a Stasis charm earlier.

“What’s happened?”

Another sigh and then… “When I told them I can be flexible, I didn’t mean that they could cancel meetings minutes before they start! I mean, I had planned everything perfectly! I made sure all the tasks I needed to do were done. And now, when I was sitting there, waiting for the meeting to start, my stupid boss send me an ‘apologetic email’, telling me he couldn’t make it because his stupid electric car wasn’t fully charged so he couldn’t make it to the office and he can’t work from home like everybody else and—”

“Hey,” Harry cut in, standing from his chair and wrapping his arms around Draco’s waist. “Don’t forget to breathe, okay?”

Draco took a deep breath. He hadn’t realised he was panting until now. “Sorry.”

Harry shook his head. “No, it’s totally okay. I understand your frustration.”

Completely deflated, Draco laid his head on Harry’s shoulder. “My therapist will hear about this.”

Prompt from June 20th

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[aurlieanbeloved]

I want to be explicitly clear, I don't like jkr, I fucking hate her. And this is not a safe space for terfs, and If you don't understand what I say when I say that, you have bigger problems. The amount of laws right now in the UK that are part of quite literally making it illegal to be trans and basically fucked over trans Youth and trans adults , that JKR very publicly supports , and has caused so much harm to actual people both gay and trans with the shit she says (she has compared trans women to being men in dresses, and trans men to being poor brainwashed autistic women (and that's just fucking insulting cause that also implies that she thinks that all autistic people can't make their own medical decisions ethier) and while we're at it let's talk about how she publicly announced Dumbledore is gay, and then decided in the movies (i believe this is during fimling fantastic beast) that no actually he's straight, or the incident where she compared being a wear wolf to having aids while talking about Remus. Jkr is actually a fucking terf, and I love that whenever people bring it up she loses her shit. So no this bolg isn't for you I'f you even remotely like her. I make fics for the girls and the gays and that's it.

Anyway do your own research if you don't believe me, she did write a very funny self insert fic of herself where she acts like " woe is me and Draco malfoy called me a terf and thats a slur" on Twitter (might have to scroll a bit, this was like around the beginning of the pandemic i belive)