#oblivious Harry Potter

[highhincalifornia]

Hinny five years into their marriage

Harry: Oh merlin.

Ginny: What?

Harry: I had a crush on Malfoy...

Ginny: Yeah?

Harry: You don't sound surprised.

Ginny: Oh you're just realising this

Harry: What do you mean I'm just realising it?

Ginny: Um.. I thought that's how you figured out you were into guys

Harry: Huh?

Ginny: I-It's not? Damn I thought we had the Druna Bisexual Awakening Solidarity going on

Harry: The what?

Ginny: Well Druna was my bi awakening, so I thought it was yours too.. bc for me if was Luna for you it was Draco

Harry: No.. no. I didn't really realise until I had to save Ron from the lake during fourth year

Ginny: Um.. so you really didn't know?

Harry: No?!

Ginny: How are you the last to find out about this?

Harry: What do you mean?

Ginny: Draco knows, Hermione knows

Harry: They do?!

Ginny: Yeah...

Harry:

Ginny: If it's any consolation, Ron probably doesn't know.

Harry:

Ginny: Yeah I didn't think so

Harry: Wow...

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[stvrlvghtwrites]

I love you, don't you?

"Draco! Draco! Will you- you just-" Harry panted, putting his hands on his knees to take a gulp of breath after running after him, "stop."

Draco turned and shoved Harry's shoulder as if to say 'fuck you' which he already had before he had left Harry sitting dumbly at the table. Harry winced but grabbed his arm, "come on, I- please, can we talk?"

Draco tugged out of his reach and stepped away, "we can talk with a little distance between us."

Harry frowned, "I don't want to hurt you, Draco. I really don't. I love the friendship we have but... but Ginny... she doesn't trust you and..." he rubbed his forehead with two of his fingers, "she's completely in the wrong and I disagree with her. I do. I really do. I just don't know how to convince her that you won't hurt me."

Draco pressed his lips into a thin line, a pain beginning to form in his chest. Did he really call what they have a friendship? Draco was sure they were more than that with the way Harry slept with his head in his lap sometimes or carded his finger through his blond hair or... kissed his cheek in greeting, teasing him relentlessly whenever his face turned red. It wasn't just friendship, he knew it. He could feel it, with the lingering touches and the stolen glances and the shy smiles they shared. He hadn't seen that between Harry and Ginny. Not since the war.

Harry looked at him with worry in his green eyes, silently pleading him to say something. He probably didn't even see the blatant hurt and jealousy on Draco's face or even realised that there was something so special between them. Oblivious git, Draco rolled his eyes.

It was only a minute before Draco's resolve crumbled, a man could withstand those bedroom eyes for so long. He sighed, "the solution is simple, Harry. We just simply don't talk anymore. Will that please your girlfriend?"

"No!" Harry said, suddenly, straightening his posture a bit, "can't we compromise? I can't not talk to you..." His face was bent in pain and confusion, "you're my friend, Draco. My best friend. I can't lose you."

Draco swallowed, "tell me, Potter. Does Weasley truly love you?"

Harry nodded, "yes. She tells me that all the time." He was lying, Draco knew.

"Then why would she make you choose between her and me? I wouldn't. She's your girlfriend, you love her and would probably marry her and have ginger babies but that won't stop me from being your friend."

Harry looked away, he pressed a hand to his chest in thought as if mulling over what Draco just said. Without another word, Draco left.

Maybe Harry didn't have feelings for Draco, just maybe. But that wasn't possible because he knew him better than anyone, he had spent years looking at him, his face was already an open book and Draco basked in the adoration that Harry kept in his eyes, only for Draco.

He just hoped Harry would sort his mind and decide if Draco was a friend or something even more.

The pain in his chest didn't ebb away like he thought it would. It only grew.

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the writing is so raw, i swear. i haven't written drarry in so long, just had a rare burst of inspiration, let me know your thoughts!! xx (part 2???)

love,

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[ssszlami]

harry potters the type of bitch to walk in on dean and seamus literally fucking and be like. wow the bestest of friends those two are. such good pals. best buds.

[vyrid]

Tom: *sleeps in Harry's bed*

*buys Harry silk pyjamas*

*touches Harry at every available opportunity*

Harry: Boy, it sure is sad that Tom's not really interested in me :(

D U M B A S S

- Hidden Treasure by mosiva

[aniimamundi]

Married to a Brute Chapter 2 now up!

"So, did you read Night Terrors? Howlingoblin’s latest Golazar that I owled you?"

"Uhhh....yeah."

"Did the snake part absolutely blow your mind?"

"Yeah…yeah the snake. That snake killed so many people."

"Killed so many people?? What are you talking about? The only snake part in the whole story is when Sal has tied up Godric spread-eagled on his bed and then he commands the snake in parseltongue to....you know.."

Gregory looked a bit green in the face.

"How did you miss that part? That story is famous for that part."

"Actually Draco, I've been reading Golga fics lately. I really like those."

Draco was gobsmacked. "Golga? Surely you don't mean Godric and Helga Hufflepuff!"

His instinct was to savagely make fun of that pairing because who even read Golga fics?? There was no contention, no dilemma, nothing to make the plot interesting. Godric and Helga probably just held hands and skipped around a field of daisies with a litter of crups on their heels. He managed to temper himself though. Gregory's friendship was important to him and he didn't want to hurt his feelings. He didn't want to be like Pansy, coldly dismissing what your friends said.

"Oh!" he remarked, "But...isn't that...you know..boring?"

Gregory's face had lit up. "No. They're really sweet, and romantic. Plus, Golazar fics are so dark. I feel really uncomfortable reading those.”

“What do you mean?”

Greg looked a bit scared, so Draco tempered his expression. “What do you mean?” he repeated in a sweeter voice.

“It’s just..the last three stories you sent me had Salazar holding Godric prisoner in a dungeon and manipulating him into having sex.”

“That’s just one type of stories. I thought you liked those. There’s all sorts of Golazar fics. There’s one in which Sal sacrifices his life to save Godric and Godric only realizes after he’s dead. It’s a real tearjerker. I’ll owl you that one.”

Gregory was avoiding eye contact and looking guilty. “I’ve tried others but they all have a dark vibe. It makes me feel weird.”

He was beginning to feel offended. “Well it’s just fiction. You don’t have to be so judgmental about it.”

“No Draco No! I’m not being judgmental. I’ve always thought you had great taste. It’s just not for me personally. Honestly, I can see the appeal of the ship though. It’s so intense. It’s like you and Potter.”

Draco felt himself go red in the face. He gave an embarrassed laugh. “No it’s not. Godric and Sal are friends to enemies to lovers. Potter and I were never friends. And now we’re…we’re just enemies.”

“Golazar isn’t real though, but you’re going to marry Potter,” replied Gregory, sincerely, without any hint of irony.

[steampunkserpent27]

Lemon Scones and Blueberry Muffins

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Bakery Read the sequel here rated: G CW: Baker Harry, Oblivious Harry, Pining/Flustered Draco, Pre relationship

He had just finished his final batch of scones, when the bell above the front door rang, and none other than Draco Malfoy stepped into his bakery, again. Over the past month, Malfoy had been visiting his shop more and more frequently. He didn’t understand why Malfoy kept coming back, surely his scones and pastries weren’t that good. It had to be some practical joke, some sort of prank on him, but he couldn’t see what the joke could be. He couldn’t see what Malfoy would be getting out of these interactions. And it wasn’t as if Malfoy was rude when he bought pastries from him, so he couldn’t see what the point in all of it was. He was about to lose his temper, as this was the third time Malfoy had visited his shop that day. And it wasn’t as if he hadn’t just left, so he couldn’t have possibly needed another pastry already. But if Malfoy was going to test his customer service skills, he wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing him crack. “Hello, again.” He looked Malfoy up and down, seeing that his face was already turning red. “Forget something?” Malfoy fidgeted, coming to a stop next to the case of pastries. “Uh… No. I mean, yes. Yes, I did.” Harry stared down at Malfoy, waiting for him to point to one of the sweets, so he could package it up for him and be finished with the interaction, but Malfoy was just staring at him, looking entirely lost. He cleared his throat. “Well, which one would you like?” Malfoy startled, turning his gaze back to the display case. “Oh. Uhm. Maybe…” He pointed to a lemon scone. “One of those.” He flicked his wand, the scone levitating into the air, as it was wrapped in parchment paper and sealed shut with a sticker that had the logo of his shop in the middle of it. “Anything else?” Malfoy had returned to staring. “And one of those.” He was pointing at a blueberry muffin. He wished Malfoy would just point to everything at once, so he could wrap them all with one flick of his wand, instead of having to do them all individually, but he suspected Malfoy was doing it intentionally, making him waste his time, so he couldn’t get back to work. Once the muffin was wrapped with perfection, he set it down beside the scone. “Will that be all?” “Uh. You uh… You have a really nice shop here.” It was his turn to stare at Malfoy. “Right. Thank you. Anything else?” Malfoy was fidgeting, his hands tucked in his pockets, as he rocked back and forth on his heels. “Er. No?” He didn’t know why Malfoy was asking it as if it was a question. He either didn’t want to buy anything else or he did, it was a simple yes or no question. Growing weary with the entire conversation, he set both of the baked goods into a sack, before he rang everything up. “That’ll be nine galleons.” Malfoy was staring at him, a strange, glazed look on his face. “What?” He was about to throw the sack directly at Malfoy’s head. “Nine galleons. For the pastries?” “Oh. Right. Sorry.” He dug the golden coins out of his pocket, setting them on the counter. “Thank you.” The rumpled sack floated through the air, depositing itself in Malfoy’s hands. Only, Malfoy wasn’t leaving. He was just standing there and staring again. “Can I help you?” Malfoy startled, his already red face turning impossibly redder. “No.” Harry watched, as he hurried out of the shop, letting in a cold gust of wind, as the door shut behind him. He didn’t know what to make of any of that, but he was fairly certain he’d be seeing him again soon. 

[accio-depression]

so we all know how JKR said she hates that we all love draco right? & we also know she projected herself and her problems into Harry Potter… so is it fair to say she created draco’s character based off an ex boyfriend maybe? & that’s why she hates that we all love him?

i fucking hope so bc that would be hilarious.

HAHA fuck you JKR we are all in love with your ex

[fic-ive-read]

Link To The Fic

[inheartofwinter]

I feel for you, Hermione *facepalm*

ur dumb as a box of rocks

[my-castles-crumbling]

Harry, thoughtfully: Do you ever notice how Sirius and Professor Lupin always sit next to each other at dinner?

Hermione:

Harry, even more thoughtfully: And...they always share a couch when we sit in the sitting room. And it's a small couch.

Hermione:

Harry, getting suspicious, now: And, you know, I saw Professor Lupin leaving Sirius's bedroom the other night!

Hermione:

Harry, nodding to himself: They must be really close friends.

Hermione: *bangs head on table*

Lily, to James, looking down from above: Oh, he is your son.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Ron: Hey, guys, Zabini is doing that thing again

Harry: What thing?

Ron: He just handed me a new chessboard and told me to have a nice day! How weird is that? He’s been doing this for months and I don’t know what he’s trying to do!

Hermione: You don’t know why, Ron?

Ron: I just think he’s being all weird like Slytherins are. Like Draco constantly bickering with Harry and Pansy constantly teasing you, you know, before you got together! Right?

Hermione: Okay, so let me get this straight, you are sitting here with a new chessboard from Blaise, eating chocolates that Blaise bought for you, and a pie Blaise made for you, wearing pajamas that Blaise got for you, and you are…wondering what he is trying to do?

Ron, chewing on a mouthful of pie: I know! How weird is he!

Harry: …I’m less oblivious than this, right?

Hermione: Debatable

[your-neighbourhood-antisocial]

12 year old Tom (he's a December baby): *gets hurt*

11 year old harry *wraps bandage around his knuckles* : don't worry this'll make the hurt go away *kisses the bandage*

Later,

Tom : punch me in the face abraxas

[goblinmatriarch]

Such a quick witty fic! An absolute pleasure to read; I was grinning ear to ear the whole time. Fantastic Harry perspective, lovely found family vibes, beautifully awkward communication!

H/D Erised Fic: solemates

Title: solemates Author: Anonymous Recipient: @oknowkiss Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Background Seamus/Dean, Background Ron/Hermione, Background Neville/Charlie Rating: Explicit Word Count: ~17,000 Tags: Co workers, friends with benefits, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, EWE, drarry in their 30s, magical plants and Botany, herbology, plant doctor Draco Malfoy, magical plant wrangler Harry Potter, joyful promiscuity, parties, drinking, mention of drunk kissing, smoking, pub quizzes, bets and wagers, inter-departmental step challenges, massages, anal sex, anal fingering, blow jobs, top Draco Malfoy, bottom Harry Potter, bisexual Harry Potter, first time, misunderstandings, getting together, use of the word slut during sex Summary: It starts because Harry has no self-control when it comes to meaningless and entertaining competition. 

Actually no, that's not quite right. It starts because Harry is absolutely plastered. 

(From the prompt: Workplace fic in which a benign inter-department step challenge gets out of hand, spearheaded by you know who 1 and 2) Author's Notes: Oknowkiss, ahhh, I was so fucking excited to get to write for you!!! I love your writing and general fandom presence, and your signup provided me with a lot of ideas, all of which I grabbed in greedy little hands (I particularly loved this: "i love when they make each other so dumb that they’re doing everyone else a favor by taking themselves off the market" lmao). I hope I have managed to smoosh a decent chunk of your likes into this fic and that this will hit the spot and bring a little joy at the end of the year! 

Massive thanks as well to my beta, a perpetual rockstar, and to those amazing people (you know who you are!!) who let me run ideas by you and carried me to the finish line like huskies pulling a wonky sled. 

Lastly, and as always, giant thanks to the mods for their kindness and in running this fest!  Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended.

solemates

[itsriotmotherfuckers]

WolfStar is disgustingly cuddly, even though Sirius is, typically, quite averse to physical contact (traumatized and physically abused) and Remus isn’t too touchy (scared people will find out his secret). The running excuse is that Remus is cold all the time (true) and Sirius doesn’t care (untrue) and is always warm (true). Before they go public with their relationship, everyone is mind boggled.

“You don’t care… that Moony is, quite literally, sitting in your lap, inside your jumper with you.”

“Why would I care?”

“One time, Marlene hugged you from behind without sufficient warning and you didn’t let anyone touch you for a week straight.”

“And?”

“… And now you and Moony have been cuddling for well over an hour, but you’re still sitting there doing nothing about it?”

“Astute observation, Prongs.”

“Y’know, Si, if you want me to move—”

“Who the fuck said I wanted you to move?”

“Well, James is right— you don’t usually like—”

“You’re cold, I’m warm. You’re all cuddled in. We’re both comfortable. Why should you move? That makes no sense, Moons.”

“Yeah, you’re right. That doesn’t make sense. I’ll stay here.”

“But? Padfoot? Hates? Being? Touched?”

[aniimamundi]

NEW FIC!

"Did you know?"

Her silence gave him the answer. He could have expected this cold hearted decision from his father, but from his mother the betrayal felt like a knife to the heart.

"You do not love me," he declared.

Narcissa Malfoy tutted. "On the contrary, my dove, we're doing this because we love you very, very much."

"Hah!"

"No, really!" She held Draco's hand and guided him to sit down beside her. "What do you think would happen if the war was to drag on? We are losing. There is no denying it. The dark lord is gone. At this rate, the rest of us are just fighting to save our own skin, to stay away from Azkaban, to keep our estates. We could drag this on for maybe two more years. In that time more young people would be called to the battlefield. You would have to go. Your father and I couldn't protect you forever."

"I could fight," he sulked.

Narcissa chuckled, "Draco. You have no stomach for violence and torture. My son is not made for that sort of a battlefield." She smiled sadly, brushing a stray lock of his hair behind his ears, "you wouldn't last, and then we wouldn't last either. I would die from heartbreak."

He sniffed in indignation, "Don't be dramatic, mother. All that talk of heartbreak, yet you're perfectly fine with selling me off to a life of subservience and slavery!"

"A marriage is not subservience and slavery. Do you think I'm your father's slave?"

Draco made a face. "Ew! why do two keep saying that?" He sighed and pinched his nose. "Yours is a normal marriage. Mine would be a bargain attempt by a losing side to seek a ceasefire. They would insist on one of those ancient outdated marriage bonds."

Draco turned to look at her. "Did you know, they bind the spouse's magic to the estate, the subservient partner can't take a step out of their lord's house. Is that what you want me to be, a prisoner for the rest of my life?"

A vessel to accept another person's lust and fury? he wanted to say but it wouldn't do to utter such things in front of his mother, frustrating as it was to leave his fears unspoken.

"Goodness! Where did you hear such things?"

"I found a book in the library."

"Draco, I entreat you not to jump to conclusions based on everything you read in a book. There are different kinds of traditionally binding marriage bonds. The most restrictive or extreme are shrouded in dark magic. The light side would never insist on one of those. It goes against everything they believe in."

"Killing and torturing also goes against what they supposedly believe in but I don't see them stopping."

"Harry Potter wouldn't stand for it. He wouldn't enslave someone."

"That's a lot riding on your assumptions about Scarhead's sense of morality, mother."

Married to a brute on Ao3

[ultravioletbrit]

“important” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 348 words

 

Regulus is sitting in one of his favorite spots in the castle. It’s a secluded alcove behind a tapestry on the fifth floor in a corridor that barely anyone ever uses. He loves it because he can sit and read in peace, and no one could ever find him. 

“Hey Reg.” Remus says casually as he slips behind the tapestry.

“What the fuck, Lupin!” Regulus jumps slightly “How the fuck did you find me?”

“Not important.” Remus brushes him off, as he slips a large piece of parchment into his bag. “Listen, we need to talk about you and James.”

“What about me and James?” Regulus asks feigning ignorance.

“You two need to get your shit together because you’re driving us all insane.” Remus tells him.

“I don’t know what you’re—” Regulus starts.

“Reg, it’s obvious you like him. And it’s obvious he likes you—”

“He doesn’t like me.” Regulus interrupts in a weak voice as he stares down at his lap.

“Regulus,” Remus’ voice softens, and he leans down to try and make eye contact, “There is no way that boy doesn’t like you. I’m pretty sure he’s in love with you. And I know you’re probably just as scared as he is. He’s terrified to do anything and risk losing what you already are to each other. But you could be so much more. And I know you both want that, and you can have it.”

Regulus keeps looking at his lap, he feels his eyes starting to water.

“But what if…?” Regulus trails off, not even wanting to voice his fears out loud.

“He wants what you want. I promise. Talk to him.” Remus whispers firmly as he squeezes Regulus’ shoulder reassuringly.

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Meanwhile…   

James’ back is against the stone wall and Barty’s wand is pressed into his throat.

“I swear to Salazar, Potter, if you do not talk to him in the next 24 hours, I will hex you every hour, on the hour until you do! Get your shit together, you’re driving us all insane!” Barty growls at him then unceremoniously drops his wand and walks away without another word.