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the ravenous beast

Harry woke up deaf in one ear and the healers couldn’t do anything about it. How can it be, he had yelled, that you can regrow entire bones overnight — that I could bring back men from the dead — but you can’t fix my ear? The Muggles, Hermione said, knew nothing either. It didn’t happen often enough for them to know. There was no money in the research.

Draco held Harry against his chest that night and felt Harry’s fear beating against him like it was his own fear. So again Harry was the chosen one. How could it be, Draco thought, that one man could be so unlucky in life. Why did fate take and take and take? Why wasn’t Harry’s childhood enough for the ravenous beast. Why couldn’t it have eaten Draco instead?

There were things Draco wanted to say that he couldn’t yet:

It is only your left ear

You can still hear me

Our lives are not ruined, only changed

But Draco’s hearing was fine. How could he understand? Worse yet, how could he feel as if his life had changed? Was he really that selfish? Or was it more selfish to feel untethered? To feel removed?

Whenever Draco thought of Harry — really focused on him, really tried to emphasize — he got stuck in a loop of: Life was unequivocally unfair. And it just got harder and harder and harder, until you died. Every year finding joy took more effort, happiness only hard earned through intention. They could weather through this, Draco knew. They would find ways to cope. They would remember the joys in life beyond sound. But what about the next? What if Harry loses a hand? His tongue?

Harry twitched twice in sleep. Draco’s eyes closed. But he did not sleep.

#drarry #drarrymicrofic #fwoosh writes

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getting to know me

thanks for the tag @skeptiquewrites 🩵🩵 tagging @floydig @sitp-recs (maybe writing can be writing recs??) @vukovich !!

three ships: drarry, ginsy, yashiro/doumeki

first ship: draco/blaise but cassandra clare’s blaise lol

last song: when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie THATS AMORE

last movie: to relearn chinese i watched a taiwanese movie about this homophobic police asshole who’s forced to marry a gay guy’s ghost and how they get justice on the gay guy’s murderer. it’s called MARRY MY DEAD BODY and it’s on netflix and it’s actually so heartwarming, i loved it.

currently reading: anne carson’s glass, irony, and god

last thing i wrote: slow days, bad habits from over a month ago at this point

currently writing: still writing that monsoon fic from years ago… for me it’s hard to pick up a fic when i’m not feeling the same i was when i started it. not sure if anyone else can relate. but what i care about and what worries me changes so frequently that i feel like a different me than the me who started that fic. and even though the fic is like 15k and has a finished plot i have no desire to see it through. it doesn’t feel like mine anymore. maybe that’s why i like microfics, my moods are so mercurial. anyway! all this to say, im not writing much these days!

#tag game

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From The Glass Essay by Anne Carson, 1992

#anne carson #poetry

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Day 11: Ghost

The ghosts and specters in residence at Hogwarts find many things to keep themselves entertained.

I barely made it!! My iPad and my phone are so about to die but I did it and I am satisfied (for now). I’ve wanted to draw this since the very beginning and I wish to later polish this up even more~

#i love this!!!! #how do wizards get any privacy like seriously

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Hello dearest. Top five HP fandom characters please and thank you! 😘

Hi babes, love seeing you here! I went with “characters I like the most”, the list is slightly different than “characters that fascinate me”:

1. Ron 💜💜💜

2. Sirius

3. Luna

4. Hermione

5. Tonks

Bonus: McGonagall because she reminds me of grandma

#what about top 5 hottest grammas tho

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Hallo!!

Top 5 stationery items 📏 OR top five chocolate bars, please. 🍫

❤️❤️❤️

Thank you friend! Por que no los dos 💁🏻‍♀️

Stationery items:

1. Notebook / planner

2. Highlighters

3. Pencil case

4. Paper clips

5. Stapler

Chocolate bars:

#mmm i too am weak for oreos in my chocolate bars

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Top five ways in which drarry get together in a fic

Yasss this is what we deserve!!!!! I have so much more than 5 but right now I thought of these, in no particular order:

1. Following kinky courting by @bixgirl1:

“Have you decided, then?” Harry asks, getting to the real question. “About me?”

“Potter, I decided I would sub for you before I knew what the bloody fuck it was,” Draco says with a loud exhale. Harry’s startled by the honesty, by the sheer longing in Draco’s tone, and yet somehow… not.

2. Casually bonding over trauma (and comfort sex 🌝) by @lazywonderlvnd:

"I just told you, it's something to do," said Malfoy. "Something mindless to do. Been sort of a weird night, hasn’t it? I don't think it can get much weirder."

3. Comparing dick sizes by astolat:

“No one asked you to look, did they? I don’t mind, Potter. You can give it a pull, too, if you want to know what a big one feels like.”

4. Just two bros chillin at the Leaky loo by @lqtraintracks:

"Nice shoes," he said. Then he looked at Draco's face. "Fancy a fuck?" Draco couldn't prevent the warm chuckle. "Muggle Prada does it for you, Potter?"

5. Kissing your crush to the same song your dad kissed his crush to by @writcraft

Perhaps they’ve both been caught unawares, by the unexpected, desperate force of attraction that has crackled and sparked between them from the moment Harry walked into that little café on another rainy day in London. “It’s the song from Black’s diary.” Draco brushes his fingers against Harry’s jumper, which is just as soft and warm as it looks. “An excellent choice.”

Bonus: through with Ron by @sweet-s0rr0w :

“I wanted you, Draco,” Harry whispers, and the words are slow, like unwrapping a gift. “I want you now, too.”

“And Ron?” Draco asks, still hesitating, as though Ron hadn’t orchestrated this entire thing. Ron pulls off then, a wicked expression on his face as he looks between the two of them.

#all so good #but my personal fav?? maybe comparing dick sizes??????

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Top five fic endings

Ahh that’s such a perfect ask! Love myself a happy ending, but I love a clever ending even better. These are all quiet bangers imo, would love to see everyone’s picks!

1. Still Life (orphaned)

2. And Save Me From Bloody Men by @blamebrampton - this brilliant and evocative open ending haunts me to this day, rip Liv 🪦

3. Far From the Tree by aideomai - bittersweet and still deeply satisfying, a perfect ending to wrap up such an emotional rollercoaster

4. An Emerald in the Sky by @corvuscrowned - crow has blown my mind with other endings (see: The Other Cottage) but this one is poetic in its complex simplicity and resonates so hard

5. Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid - I’m not usually a crier but I cried like a baby reading one of the final scenes (no spoilers but 🦊), so overwhelmingly good

Bonus: In Dreams by @moonflower-rose - ch 1 ending is legit the best I’ve ever seen, what a banger!!!!

Top 5 asks!

#still life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #perfect everything 🥹

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Top five: sexiest Dracos😌🫡😏

Right away dear sir/madam, I live to serve 🫡

To me sexy Draco = competent + confident Draco, I Iove seeing him tough, bossy and comfortable in his own skin. Some faves in no particular order (except for #1 on both sides, I am right and I should say it):

Drarry:

1. Far From the Tree by aideomai (and @bluebutter-art can - and did - prove it!)

2. Trouble, My Old Friend by Tepre

3. When You Kiss Me (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by Femme

4. I Bet That You Look Good on the Dancefloor by birdsofshore

5. Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by Tessa Crowley

Underrated bonus: draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss

Rare pairs:

1. Ultimate DILF Draco by birds: Euphoria & Unguarded (Dralbus)

2. To the Vagaries of the Young by secretsalex. Cw: dubcon (Dralbus)

3. Toeing the Line by @shiftylinguini (Tedrarry)

4. A Bigger Splash by @wolfpants (Dralbus)

5. A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by @wellhalesbells (Dron)

#to my shame and delight i haven’t read half of these!! #but definitely agreed confidence is so sexy!!! #love a confident draco that redeems himself with competence #like “i don’t need ur validation to be good”

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A little bird told me you have been asked about your five hottest Dracos... so may I have your five hottest Harrys please 🤭

How could I refuse such a juicy ask from my favorite person 😌 imho Harry reaches peak sexiness not only when he’s a badass and unhinged (see also: REVOLVEVLOVER) but also when he’s desperately hot and wanton for Draco but hey that’s just me, a basic hoe with basic needs. Ugh this felt impossible to narrow down but I’ll go with:

Drarry:

1. Lost in Your Arms by Femme

2. In the Red by @bixgirl1

3. Who we are in the shadows by @quicksilvermaid

4. Merlin’s Kitchen by @writcraft

5. The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored

Underrated bonus: You Either Fuck or You Get Fucked by @fw00shy 🔥

Rare pairs aka the age gap party:

1. Take Him to the Stars (Cut to the Feeling) by @writcraft (Harry/Scorpius)

2. Beneath a Foreign Moon by @lqtraintracks (Harry/Teddy)

3. Surface Texture by @the-starryknight (Harry/Teddy)

4. Slip Free of My Grasp by @lqtraintracks (Harry/Sirius)

5. Still the pine-woods scent the moon by @fluxweeed (Harry/Remus)

Underrated bonus: Getting Hard by Snegurochka (Harry/Scorpius)

#unhinged harry is so hot 🥵 #love how hotness isn’t physical it’s a state of mind

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I AM HERE TO ASK YOU ABOUT HOT WEASLEY'S PLEASE 🤩🤩🤩

Hello my darling! I got 3 asks in a row about this so the baiting worked hehe 😌 I already replied with Ron and Charlie recs here, but why not make a Ginny list? I hope that’s ok! Some of my personal favorites in no particular order are:

1. Green Light by @sorrybutblog (Ginny/Hermione)

2. With a Look by earlybloomingparentheses (Deamus + Ginny)

3. collarbones like a bow, skin an arrow to the heart by @lqtraintracks (Ginny/Pansy)

4. Rogue Waves by @lqtraintracks (Ginny/Pansy)

5. Money by @fw00shy (Ginny/Pansy)

Guilty pleasure bonus: both Ginny AND Ron are unfairly hot in Where Does It Hurt? by @lqtraintracks, thank you for your service 🫡

#this rec series is the best #every weasley is hot but #hot ginny is the hottest weasley!!!!!!!!!

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this is me tempting you for the sectumsempra rec list!

By popular demand...

A (non-exhaustive) Sectumsempra Scars Rec List ⚡️✨

Ah, the sweet, sweet angst of a Sectumsempra scars reveal scene. The guilt, the drama, the apology, the bad wrong hot smut. I feel like this trope was more popular a few years ago, so most of the fics in this rec list aren't recent, but I'm sure any appreciator of a good Sectumsempra scene will squirm in delight reading them.

(fic links, ratings, and favorite quotes below)

Phoenix in the Fire (E) by @fw00shy

"The biggest mistake of my life," Harry murmurs into the dewy curve of Draco's soft navel. They'd made it onto a bed, finally—only took three shots and a promise of a blowjob—and Draco said that thing about Harry's lips again that got Harry buckling to his knees with his mouth full of spit, at least until Harry caught sight of the scars.

"I can put a shirt on," Draco says, his grip tight on Harry's shoulder. "Or we can stop. Whatever. I'm—yeah, I'm. Whatever you want."

Harry looks up very slowly. The air stings like static between them. Whatever Harry wants, then.

"I want to kill whoever did this to you," Harry says.

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Silver Soul (E) by @dracoismytrashson

“I liked how it made me feel connected to you, like this indelible thing you gave me, something you couldn’t deny or take away, like you…” Draco’s voice was quavering now, his breath speeding up.

“Like I claimed you as mine,” Harry breathed, suddenly alert to the growing bulge in his pants.

Draco nodded, eyes dreamily at half-mast.

“Do you ever touch them…when you…”

“Yes,” Draco whispered. “All the time.”

“Can I?” Harry unthreaded their fingers and hovered his hand a couple inches away from where the first scar began, just above Draco’s right pectoral.

“Please,” Draco begged, nodding emphatically. When Harry’s fingertips grazed the first inch of raised flesh, Draco gasped, trembling ever so slightly under the touch. Harry gently traced the length of the mark to where it ended halfway down Draco’s abdomen. The rhythm of Draco’s breathing became more erratic as he watched with rapt attention.

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The Man Who Lived (E) by sebastianL

Harry stops. He takes in the scars that criss cross my chest, my ribs, my belly, and I’d say the stricken expression on his face was gratifying, but I don’t want anything from him that is even related to pity.

Tossing my shirt down, I say evenly, “Yes, I forgot how I—and the people I love—all emerged from the war without a scratch. How we all lived happily…ever…after. Funny, how not a one of us took a mark, or ever had to deal with consequences.” I lift the hair off the right side of my head, showing off the old healed gash that looks as if I had brain surgery, only with a surgeon who didn’t know about the existence of stitches. “Lucky me, wouldn’t you say?”

He swallows, looking away from me. “It was an accident. You—you know it was an accident.”

“Of course I do. You were sixteen and didn’t know what you were doing. But don’t stand there and tell me every moment of my life has been ideal.” I smooth my hand over my hair, covering the scar again. There’s the other one, just as bad, but it’s on the top of my head, and it’s hidden easier. “You never apologized, incidentally.”

“Apologized for what?”

“For making me read all about your sob story upbringing. No, Harry.” I gesture to myself. “For maiming me.”

He shudders, angrily. “You agreed, it was an accident.”

“I’ve done the mature thing and apologized for my past behavior. Stands to reason that you’d be a man and apologize for doing this to me.”

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A Private Reason For This (E) by Femme

"Potter," Malfoy says, voice raspy and yet somehow gentle.

Harry turns and looks at him, slouching there in the leather chair, his knees spread and his hips canted forward. Malfoy's usually perfect hair is rumpled, slightly windblown, and Harry's never thought receding hairlines could be sexy until now.

He moves then, his feet barely making a sound on the plush rug, and somehow he's between Malfoy's knees, sinking to the floor between them. Malfoy's eyelashes flutter slightly, belying his calm.

"What are you doing?" Malfoy asks, but Harry's hands are already on the buttons of Malfoy's shirt.

"I want to see," Harry says, his courage fueled by wine and venison and the earthy aftertaste of the whisky still lingering in his mouth. "You never let me see before."

Malfoy stiffens, then holds still, barely breathing as Harry pushes his shirt open. The scars are laid bare, smooth and white in places against Malfoy's pale skin, pink and ropy in others. They criss cross one another, but they spiral from a central wound just below Malfoy's left nipple. Harry touches the thickened, puckered skin there gently, and he hears Malfoy hiss.

"Does it still hurt?" Harry asks.

Malfoy's silent, then he says, "Sometimes. Not as often now."

Harry lets his fingertip trace one of the longer scars over Malfoy's chest, up over his clavicle and onto his throat where it disappears, fading into his skin. "Has anyone ever seen these?"

"Astoria," Malfoy says. He hesitates. "She didn't like them. Thought they marred me."

They do. No one could think the web of scars beautiful. They're a reminder of pain and cruelty and a child's foolish hate. Harry lets his finger trail down another scar, this one a ragged jag across Malfoy's flat, muscular belly. It ends beneath the waistband of his trousers, just above his zip.

Malfoy catches Harry's hand. "Don't," he says, but he's breathy and his scars stand out in the flush that's spreading across his skin.

Harry nudges Malfoy's knees wider, moves closer between them. Malfoy's hand settles on Harry's shoulder, and Harry thinks he's going to push him away. Malfoy doesn't.

Another scar is beneath Harry's fingertip, slick and smooth and warm. Harry's stomach shivers and flips as he realises this is his mark on Malfoy. "Do you think of me?" he asks softly. "When you see this?"

He thinks Malfoy's not going to answer, and then he hears a quiet yes above him. Harry looks up. Malfoy's eyes are dark and bright, his cheeks pink. Harry knows if he flattened his hand on the placket of Malfoy's trousers, he'd feel him swollen and hot. Malfoy swallows. "Every day," Malfoy whispers, as if the admission costs him the world.

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Trouble, My Old Friend (E) by Tepre

Harry’s breath catches in his throat. “Remember when—”

“Yes,” Draco says, and slowly, slowly, brings Harry’s hand to his chest. Places it over his breastbone, presses down.

Harry can feel the scar tissue through the cotton. Draco moves his hand lower, and Harry feels every bump – every relief. Under the veil of his shirt, Draco Malfoy is a map of scars.

“Is . . .” Harry starts, voiceless. Swallows, tries again: “Is it from . . .”

“Yes. And him,” he says. Harry knows who he means. “And her. And—“ He stops himself, clamps his jaw shut. Harry had been there for the testimonies, had heard of the cruel hand of Lestrange. Had never quite thought as far as this, of what it might’ve left behind.

Draco’s hand drops from where it holds Harry’s. He is warm, breathing, alive under Harry’s touch.

Harry fingers the fabric of the shirt. “Can I . . .”

“What?”

“Touch you,” Harry finishes, voice thin. Unsteady.

Draco’s muscles tense, jump. He says, “You are touching me,” but then— “Yes.”

Harry lets go of the sheet he’d been holding up one handed. He undoes the lacing of Draco’s shirt, heart heavy in his chest – beating fast, lust mixing in with memories, with history, with want. His knuckles brush over hot skin, and Draco’s breathing grows laboured under his touch. With the lacing eased, Harry takes each of Draco’s wrists in turn and pulls at the cuff-threads, opening up the sleeves. He then untucks the shirt from the hem of Draco’s breeches and pushes up, up, making Draco lift his arms, lifting the shirt over his head – tossing it to the side.

The scar that starts on Draco’s cheek stops, Harry finds, right above his nipple. It’s a neat line, a straight line, veering only a little at the end. The rest of the landscape of his chest, however, is nothing of the sort: a criss-cross of welts, of ridges, of blooming curse marks that expand like a network of roots. He has a few runes etched into his skin – at the centre of his breast-bone, under his ribs, low on his belly – and Harry has seen the kind before. Recognises them as healer signs.

For the pain, he realises. Over his Dark Mark, Draco’s had a collection of runes tattoo’d – seemingly on top of each other, in a blur of new and fading lines.

Harry looks at him. Takes it in.

“I told you,” Draco says. There’s a tremor in his voice. “I am not your fantasies. I am not—”

Harry leans in, kisses the tail-end of the scar on his chest. Kisses below it, kisses the bunching of scar tissue at his collar, then kisses his nipple, and feels a sudden foolish rush of affection for the nub – kisses it again.

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In The Company Of Serpents (E) by @corvuscrowned

“I’m surprised you remember,” Draco murmurs.

Harry is almost speechless at those words — at the profoundness with which they are wrong, and at the near-dread he feels realising how hard it would be to explain just how far from the truth they are. How the truth is that Harry didn’t just remember, but sometimes it felt like that was all he remembered. How he would see it in flashes for years after it happened — the sight of him on the cold bathroom floor, white hair, white skin, white tiles, and red, red blood.

There are no words to tell him any of this. So instead, Harry tells him: “I visited you in the hospital wing.”

Draco’s eyes narrow in distrust, but he doesn’t speak. Harry’s touch becomes feather-light as he traces one of the largest scars, cutting the deepest across his entire chest. A few inches lower, Harry understands now, and it may have completely eviscerated him.

“Just once,” Harry says. “You wouldn’t remember it. You were asleep.”

Draco doesn’t say anything, but Harry can feel his eyes on him intently.

“You were very asleep,” Harry says. “Potion-induced. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m sure you were disappointed to find you were wrong,” Draco says, but the words are devoid of cruelty.

Harry’s hands stop. He looks up to meet Draco’s eye, and then pulls them away, warmed from the contact. “Of course I wasn’t,” he says. “I didn’t want to kill you. I didn’t even want to hurt you. I thought I did, at the time, but I didn’t. Not really.”

Draco takes his time buttoning up his shirt, and Harry watches the scars disappear slowly behind fabric. “It doesn’t really matter what you wanted, does it?” he says.

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Fire Meet Gasoline (E) by @lettersbyelise

Potter, whose body was plastered against Draco’s, had his eyes fixed on a point just above Draco’s collar. His breath trembled when he lifted his hand to Draco’s lips. He held two fingers there, long enough that Draco could feel the heat of Potter’s skin against his.

Then Potter touched his fingertips to the scar on Draco’s bottom lip.

Draco’s heart fluttered in his throat.

Potter didn’t move for another moment that stretched for an interminable bit. His brow was furrowed, lost in some internal fight. At last he slid his fingers down, following the curve of Draco’s chin, stroking the long, raised scar that ran down Draco’s throat, disappeared under his shirt collar.

Draco’s breath was stuck in his lungs. Nobody touched him there. Nobody wanted to.

Potter’s fingers traced the line of Draco’s scar with the gentle precision of a scalpel. They stopped at Draco’s collar, hovered there. The scar continued further down. Many scars did. Potter could feel them, Draco realised with a spear of clarity. Potter must feel their raised edges, their crisscrossing pattern through Draco’s shirt, where his palm lay splayed open against Draco’s belly. Another reminder of the war he was forced to wear forever.

“God,” Potter murmured. “Draco…”

Draco shoved Potter off him. Potter stumbled a few feet back and fell on his bed.

Draco stood over him, panting. He barely registered the hysterical flashes of the paparazzi’s cameras. From the window, his gesture would have looked like the good times were finally starting. Draco’s heart hammered in his ears, deafening.

“Don’t you dare,” he said. His voice trembled. He ground his teeth against the onslaught of terrified rage. “Don’t you dare touch me like that, ever again.”

#eek!!!! #i love this trope #thank you for thinking of my fic elise!!!

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I've been self medicating my sadness by painting yaks.

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Little comic I did for @basiatlu’s hp drawtober prompt “necromancy”

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24K9

A daily(?) kinktober Tumblr fic. Will post to AO3 on American Thanksgiving, 2023.

Harry is a K9 unit Auror. Draco is the Ministry Kennelmaster. How could that possibly lead to anything?

Tags: collaring, top Draco, sensual pet play, touch starved Harry, bathing, shaving, rescue dog feels, other tags TBA, maybe dark draco ending?, maybe werewolves?, definitely coming untouched though, just blasting rope man

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Chapter One

“I assure you, Auror Potter,” drawled the Patronus, speaking even before it found its full form, “there is nothing wrong with your partner.”

Malfoy’s tone was patronising, as though he were telling Harry that the monsters under his bed weren’t real, and to go back to sleep.

Next to Harry’s desk, his ‘partner’ had managed to catch his tail and was currently gnawing on it with nothing short of ardour.  K9 Auror Wurst, aka RottWurst, clamped down on his fluffy tail so hard, Harry swore he heard a crunch.

The bright fog condensed into a direwolf the size of a modest pony.  It was the perfect symbol for Draco Malfoy.  A pale, leggy, sharp-toothed relic of another time.

“And I assure you,” Harry spat, “Kennelmaster Malfoy, that this mutt’s fucking touched in the head.”

The mutt in question was eighty-plus pounds of Rottweiler-poodle abomination.  He looked like a St Bernard had dug into an avalanche, missed the humans, and hit a thousand-volt power line instead.  The curly white fur on his belly was caked with mud, and his brown muzzle still had bits of grass clippings on it.  The rest of him was black, save his brown eyebrows and speckled ears.

“He keeps alerting to sex magic, not dark magic.  It’s fucking embarrassing.  Dragged me across Hyde Park.  I had to use a Confundus on him to get him back to the office.”

The direwolf was so still that Harry blinked twice to make sure the shape wasn’t burned into his retinas.  It was a bloody showboat of a Patronus.

It was so bright that it brought out the dinginess of Harry’s office.  The yellow carpet had a pale brown trail between the door and Harry’s desk chair.  The corners of the ceiling had cobwebs, and the baseboards held an unhealthy amount of dust.

The fresh dog piss on the floor didn’t help things.

“I mean, he’s not worthless,” Harry added.  “But Robards said he can’t reassign him to Vice.  That he doesn’t have that authority.  So it must be you who has to do it.”

It was a little risky to bypass Robards the way he had, contacting Malfoy directly.  He probably should have made an appointment with his assistant or something.

But he’d been angry, so he’d pulled an interdepartmental priority Howler out of his desk and sent it.

There was probably a DMLE protocol for contacting a member of the Wizengamot.  There was a DMLE protocol for everything but wiping his arse.  Actually, they probably had one for that, too.

Harry blinked again.  His eyes were dry.  He was on hour seven of a twelve-hour shift.  After this, he’d get another coffee.

The direwolf shifted its weight, then leaned back, hindquarters high, in a deep stretch.  Its paws spread out in front of it.

Harry wondered if Malfoy was actually stretching.  And what that might look like.

It’d been years since he’d seen Malfoy in person.  Just in the papers, and only in the background of Wizengamot photos.  He’d been called to his Wizengamot seat the day after his thirtieth birthday, having met the minimum age.  They hadn’t called Hermione to hers until she was thirty-two.  She’d die mad about that.

The direwolf laid down, then yawned.

Harry yawned.

Wurst yawned.  Then farted.

Harry thought to check the time.  2:30 AM, according to his wristwatch.  He’d been on the clock for fourteen hours.  Not seven.

“Shit,” Harry said.

He’d woken a member of the Wizengamot at 2:30 AM.  And an important one.  

The direwolf sighed and tucked its muzzle under its paw.  Harry held his breath.  Maybe Malfoy would fall asleep.

Maybe he’d doze off, and he’d think he dreamt he got a Howler in the middle of the night from a burnout beat cop at least six rungs below him.  Maybe.

The direwolf sighed again, then drifted away like will-o'-the-wisps on the wind.

Maybe Malfoy wouldn’t report this.

Maybe.

Maybe Robards wouldn’t kill him.

He drummed his fingers on his desk.  If he did get written up, it’d be his sixth this year.  Two of them were for failing to meet dress code, but the shaving regulations were stupid, and the hygiene one was just weird.

Still.  

Wurst looked at him.  He looked at Wurst.

Nothing would happen.  His talk with Malfoy had only lasted a few seconds.  He’d think it was a dream.

It would be fine.

“It’ll be fine,” Harry told Wurst, ignoring the sweat on his palms.

Wurst’s nostrils flared, and then an ivory envelope slid under the door.  It sat on the grimy carpet for a moment, then folded itself into a swan.  With a few wingbeats, it landed on Harry’s desk and unfolded itself.

Inside was a business card.

Draco L Malfoy Wizengamot Member, Kennelmaster Warminster BA13 4SH UK

“Shit,” Harry said.

He flipped the card over.  On the back was an appointment date and time.  Tomorrow.

“Fuck.”

Robards was going to kill him.

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