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dorthyanndrarry · 5 years

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Bitter Transmutation : Cruel Transformation -7-

Tags: eighth year, drarry, angst, assault, bullying, violence, illness, harry with long hair, magic theory, veela history/world building, veela draco, book veelas, fairy tale inspirations, -no feathers-, -no mates-, dysphoria related to physical/magical changes, Fenrir Greyback, werewolves, romantic tension, emotional and romantic intimacy, happy ending

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and violence

<– Part 1 (contains links to all parts) <–Part 6 || Part 8 -->

Draco opened the little tower’s window to let in the brown delivery owl, quickly shutting it again before the driving rain got in. He untied the package from its leg, and the owl flew over to a chair by the small desk.

“You can’t stay forever,” Draco warned.

The owl lifted its wings slightly and shook the water from itself in a little shivery movement that left its feathers raised and then settled back onto the chair, content with its place.

Draco shrugged and pulled off the twine and paper wrapped around the cardboard box, throwing the refuse in the small fireplace. He opened the box and took out a rather large bottle, turning it around to examine the label, nutrient potion, with dosage instructions below. Draco ignored that, pulling the cork out and taking a swallow, trying not to shudder at the taste.

There was another impatient tap on the window. Draco set the bottle down on the dusty table and went to the window, retrieving a second owl and package. This one carrying a revitalising potion. The second owl went and joined the first on the back of the chair, they ruffled their feathers and leaned into one another, beginning to groom one another.

Draco absently stroked their feathers as he walked past, “The shop owner won’t be pleased with you staying here.” He looked outside at the pelting rain, “Not that I blame you.”

He sighed and went back to the little living area of his new room. He was moved to a small tower in an unused corner of the castle as soon as classes started and the halls were empty. It was up a long narrow staircase that wound up the inside of a tower, to a wooden hatch that led to his rooms. The first floor had a couch and an armchair in front of the fireplace, with a small round table in the centre. At the back of the room, a simple wooden chair and desk sat between the two small windows.

The winding staircase continued on the wall up to the second floor, which had a bed, a wardrobe, and a small bathroom that had been enlarged to three times bigger than the small closet space it occupied. The only appealing thing about the room was a large pair of iron banded doors opposite his bed that opened onto a balcony overlooking the Forbidden Forest. And everything was grey from a thick layer of dust.

Draco could hear a house elf padding around above his head still cleaning. Once it was habitable, Draco intended to take dreamless sleep and just stay in bed as long as humanly possible.

He opened the second box and took a rather larger swallow of revitalising potion. He wasn’t sure what he should do about being...what he was, but his body needed the extra energy and nutrients.

Draco set the bottle of the table and collapsed onto the couch, waving the dust away absent-mindedly. He could hear footsteps coming up the stairs, and he closed his eyes, feeling...

“Hello, Potter,” Draco said.

A few steps later Potter’s black hair showed through the opening in the floor soon followed by the rest of him.

“How’d you know it was me?” Potter asked, looking a bit winded.

Draco looked back at the fire and lied, “I guessed. There are only two people who are allowed to see me.”

“Oh, right,” Potter said. He stood there for a few seconds more and then haltingly walked over to the table, “I have your notes for the day.”

Draco nodded, carefully not looking at him.

Potter set a strange notebook held together with a spiral of wire on the table and fished around in his bag, taking out two other books, “I got these as well. It’s all I could find on veela, other than brief descriptions in magical creature books.”

Draco didn’t answer, clenching his teeth.

“Malfoy? Are you listening?” Potter asked.

“I’m ignoring you,” Draco said flatly.

Potter hummed under his breath, “Not doing a very good job of it are you?”

Draco shot him a glare, which only made Potter smirk in triumph. He grabbed the books from Potter’s hands and read the titles embossed on the spines, “These are fairy tales.”

“I said it wasn’t much. Pince says there are better books, but only the veela themselves have them.”

Draco nodded, flipping to an illustration of a beautiful woman dressed only in vines and leaves standing in a field of poppies, beckoning the viewer with outstretched hands.

“I’m gonna stay for a while,” Potter said, sitting down on the armchair, “I have some reading to do for charms and everywhere is crowded.”

Draco stared at him, his chest feeling strangely tight, “Why?”

Potter paused from taking another book out of his bag, “It’s too loud, and I can’t concentrate?”

“No,” Draco said, “Why do you want to stay here? We’re not friends. We don’t like each other.”

Potter shrugged one shoulder, “I don’t dislike you.”

“You have every reason to dislike me, Potter,” Draco said.

“Well, I don’t.”

“We hated each other seven years,” Draco said, “We were on opposite sides of the war.”

“And we grew up and realised that without all that blood purity bullshit we could actually get on just fine,” Potter said.

“Are you a seer now?” Draco said sarcastically.

“I mean it might as well happen as not, right?” Potter said, leaning back into the dusty chair and opening his book, “I won’t distract you or anything.”

Draco looked back at his own book, “...What does it feel like?”

“What?” Potter asked.

Draco traced the description under the illustration- ‘Wood Nymph in a Clearing of Flowers’. “Being around me. You feel something, don’t you?” he asked, “That’s why you want to stay here.”

Potter hesitated, “...No. I just want to read.”

Draco flipped the next page in the book with a muttered, “Liar.”

Potter didn’t rise to his bait and just kept reading. Draco read about a wood nymph whose beauty stole men away from their wives, and they forgot to eat and drink and died in loving her. She wept, curled in roots of her mother tree until she fell into a deep sleep born of sorrow and the good pure son of a woodcutter and took an axe to the nymph’s tree while she slept, cutting it in half and killing her.

Draco didn’t think about Harry Potter and how much he wanted him there, how much he wanted him to stay. He didn’t think about how this was what he had wanted since he was eleven, the pure undivided attention of Harry Potter-

-because of what he was becoming. Because of this magic changing him. Not for him. Never for him.

“It’s getting late,” Potter said, stretching as he stood up from his chair, “I’d better get going.”

Draco closed the book of fairy tales and stared into the dying flames in the fireplace.

Potter picked up his book bag and slung it over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.

“Don’t come back.”

“What?” Potter stopped.

Draco clenched his jaw and took a steadying breath, “I said, don’t come back.”

“But, I’m supposed to deliver-”

“Owl them,” Draco said shortly.

Potter frowned.

“Are you deaf as well as stupid?” Draco said coldly, “I don’t need you to come here, and you don’t need to come, so don’t waste my time.”

Potter looked around the tower with a scowl, “Because you’re so busy. Get your head out of your ass, Malfoy.”

Draco kept his gaze fixed on the fire, refusing to acknowledge him.

Potter shook his head, “Good to know you’re still a prick. I thought maybe you had changed.”

And Draco barely winced at all when Potter stormed down the stairs. He felt every step Potter took away from him until he was gone from Draco’s grasping senses, even as they still yearned after him.

“I don’t need him,” Draco snapped in the silence.

He stood, pacing in front of the fire, trying to shake the feeling of unease filling him. The rain thudded relentlessly on the windows. The fire cracked loudly in its grate.

Draco twitched, grabbed a bottle from the table and hurling it into the fireplace. It smashed against the bricks in a shower of glass, and the fire sputtered, flaring purple. The delivery owls hooted, their feathers fluffing out in alarm. Draco grabbed the other bottle and flung it after the first as hard as he could. Glass skittered out of the grate across the floor, the fire burned green and blue for a moment before it guttered and went out in a hiss of smoke and steam.

“I don’t need him! I don’t need anyone! I’m not going to-!” Draco’s chest heaved, fury edged with sorrow he refused to recognise, “I won’t. I won’t be chained to someone. Ever again.”

The tower darkened without the firelight to fill in its edges. The owls hooted mournfully behind him.

Draco went to the desk, writing a new potion order, wrapping it in ten galleons and giving it to one of the owls before throwing the window open. The owls nearly ran into one another in their haste to leave. He didn’t bother closing the window. He went upstairs, ignoring the house elf’s complaints and climbed into the bed, pulling the comforter over his head.

♡ Next update will be thursday, 12-6 pm pst ♡

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coffeeinc · 5 years

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serenefreakgeekao3 · 7 years

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Care for Me (Part3)

Tag List: @xx-thedarklord-xx @drarry0394 @iamalovellygirl @iamthemaddness @coffeeshopdaydream

“Why the fuck did you punch my date?”

“What?” Ron supplied dumbly once more, Draco just shaking his head slowly. Harry shoved at Ron again, the fierce anger on Harry’s face causing everyone to pause and watch in stunned silence.

“Date?” Draco whispered, his eyes glued to Harry as the both suddenly jumped, remembering that Draco was there. Harry turned, sheepishly, and rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. Harry’s green eyes roamed Draco before landing on the floor between them.

“Well, yeah. I mean- At least- I had hoped this could be.” Harry stuttered out, shrugging slightly. Draco watched in confusion, the boy in front of him quickly changing from anger to being shy in two seconds. He barked out a laugh, crossing his arms and shaking his head.

“I can’t believe-”

“Yeah, neither can I.” Ginny yelled out from behind Harry, and he turned suddenly, his eyes falling upon her. Harry suddenly tensed, moving to imitate Draco and crossing his arms as well.

“Oh, Ginny. I didn’t see you there.” Harry mumbled out causing Ginny to let out a hurt noise, glaring at the olive skinned jock.

“I can’t believe you!” She screeched out, causing even more people who hadn’t been watching this altercation to glance over and stare at the four of them.

“I’ll just be going then.” Draco mumbled out, and went to take a step before Harry shot out his hands to grab at Draco’s arms.

“No! Stay, please.” Harry seemed to beg, and Draco shook his head in exasperation.

“I’m not staying. Whether you want to come with me is a different story.” Draco mumbled out, surprising his own self with his words. Harry blinked, taking it in, before grinning like the dork he was.

“Yes.” He said, before letting go of Draco and blinking a little bit, “I mean, I’d like to walk with you.” Draco finally pushed past Harry, breathing a sigh of relief when no one had stopped him again.

“Mate, what the fuck?” He heard the redhead boy yell out, and Draco just shook his head and sped his walk.

“Draco, wait for me?” Harry called out causing Draco to flinch and hesitate slightly, glancing over his shoulder at the hopeful look on the muscled boy.

“Maybe.” He replied quietly, stepping outside into the cool air.

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“What the fuck do you mean by that?” Ron yelled out, the dinging of the cafe door a bit too happy sounding for the fight that had exited. Draco leaned against the wall to the side of the cafe, snuggled into an alley, watching his phone without really seeing it. His thumb wandered on it, scrolling through some kind of social media he had opened, though the posts never really made it to him.

“Fuck, did he leave?” Harry mumbled, and Draco felt a sharp pain in his chest. He was going to wait here for Harry, but with Ron standing over there Draco didn’t want to reveal himself.

“Why the fuck does that matter?” Ron yelled out and Harry groaned loudly.

“It just does, Ron!” Harry yelled back, and Draco could hear the exasperation in the voice. Draco clicked out of the app, bringing up his messaging app.

“Do you know who he is, Harry?” Ron yelled, and Draco heard a few steps that almost sounded like Ron had shoved Harry. But maybe he was just hearing that wrong.

[I didn’t leave yet. I’m just not suicidal enough to-]

Draco was typing out a text to Harry when his phone vibrated in his hand, receiving a text from the man he was listening to.

[Draco I’m sorry about Ron. Where’d you go? I wanna talk]

Draco shook his head, continuing his message. [not suicidal enough to show myself while your friend is right there.]

“I know him better than you do.” Harry finally answered, growling low in his breath. He heard a scoff from Ron, a few stomps as the boy moved somewhere.

“Did you just text him? Blimey, Harry, what is wrong with you?” Draco sent the text, hearing a loud ‘ding’ from a few feet away. Draco grinned, shaking his head when he heard the sound. “Is that him?”

There was a small silence that followed before Harry finally spoke, his voice low. “Ron, leave me alone. Just go.”

“No, I’m not-”

“Ron, go!” Harry yelled out, and a silence began to follow. Draco listened closely, though didn’t hear anything afterward. “He’s gone now.” Harry said, and Draco slowly leaned around the corner, taking in the sight of a worried Harry running his hand through his hair, his back to the building. “Fuck, I can’t believe this.”

“I can’t either.” Draco replied, watching as Harry jumped and turned quickly, taking in the sight of Draco leaning against the side of the building in the alleyway with his arms crossed. Draco, in turn, eyed Harry’s tense posture and hand sitting in his hair, the other holding his phone as if he was about to text again. They stood that way for a moment, Draco lowering his gaze and feeling his cheeks heat up slightly, before Harry shoved his phone into his pocket and began a quick walk over to Draco. “I should’ve told you-”

Harry shushed him, pushing Harry into a small alleyway, the two boys crowding together into their personal spaces as Harry pushed them slightly down the alleyway. “Sorry, I just wanted privacy.” Harry whispered, glancing both ways before meeting Draco’s eyes. They had barely a few inches between the two of them, and Draco sucked in a breath as he felt heat practically radiated from the other boy. “I’m sorry about them, I didn’t know they would do that.”

Draco shook his head slowly, keeping his eyes away from Harry’s. “They bully me daily, knocking my books out of my hand on the way to maths, or tripping me while I’m turned the other way.” Draco admits, shrugging. He felt more than saw Harry tense suddenly, and with a furrowed brow finally moved his gaze to meet with Harry’s, the anger surprising him once again.

“It’ll stop.” Harry promised, moving a hand and placing it on Draco’s arm as if to reassure him. Draco studies his eyes, finding nothing but an open, honest promise, and scoffed, shaking his head.

“You can’t stop it. They both hate me.” Draco finally mumbled, studying Harry’s face. He just received a scoff in return.

“They’ll stop or they’ll know that I’m not longer their friend.” Harry mumbled, though still seemed to be studying Draco, absorbed in him. Draco flushed at the close surveillance he was getting, turning and looking to Harry’s right to hide the pink in his cheeks. Harry’s hand began to slide up his arm, hesitantly until he was lightly tracing against Draco’s left cheek, the blood still pounding in the new wound.

“You would stop being their friend for bullying me?” Draco asked, his voice littered with disbelief as if Harry had to be lying.

“I would stop being their friend if I found out they bullied anyone, Draco.” Harry replied sternly, and Draco just shook his head in response. “It doesn’t help their case that I happen to really like this certain victim.” Draco flinched at the word victim, but moved his gaze once more to study Harry. He watched as Harry’s cheeks suddenly turned darker, and wondered if that was what Harry looked like when he was blushing. Draco decided he definitely liked it.

“You ‘really’ like me, huh?” Draco asked, a teasing tinge to his serious voice. He watched as Harry lightly ducked his head as if he were embarrassed, and this just proved to embolden Draco more. “And what was that inside? Am I your date now?” Draco took a light step closer, or as close as he could with how little there was between them. Basically, Draco just pressed himself against Harry now. He leaned forward, brushing his mouth against Harry’s ear and whispering. “When was I to know of this?”

He felt Harry tense under him, then felt the jock lightly push him. Draco suddenly felt a shooting pain through his chest at the rejection, though it was quickly nullified when Harry gripped at Draco’s shirt to make sure he didn’t go too far back. Harry was now able to look in Draco’s face, that’s all he had wanted, and Draco could see the seriousness on the other boy. “I was going to ask while we talked.” Harry’s eyes fluttered from their proximity, leaning forward slightly and lightly brushing both boys lips together. “These last two weeks, texting you, have been amazing. But not being able to talk in person, to do this, had been torture. It was so confusing, these conflicting feelings.” Harry admitted, and as Draco watched the confession he couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw the honesty.

“I’m nothing.” Draco heard his voice say this, though he didn’t remember giving his brain permission to do so. His voice had sounded so weak, so breathy, and he could hardly believe he was admitting something so personal. He felt the hands that were grasped onto his shirt tighten, pulling slightly as they boys pressed against each other once more.

“You’re everything.” Harry whispered, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against the other boy’s. “I’m always waiting for your text, my anxiety building until I receive it and remind myself that you are real. Everything you say, all your snarky comebacks and quick witted observations, just enrapture me. We may not have everything in common but we don’t need to. Hearing you say you may come watch me this Friday for my game made me the most excited I have ever been to play.” Draco felt his knees grow weak, watching this jock spill his heart in a way he never thought anyone would do to him. “I don’t want to just text you. I want to walk you to class, hold your hand. I want to hear your voice, not just over the phone.” Harry leaned forward slightly, their lips brushing once more as Draco sucked in a small amount of breath. “I want-” Harry began, breathlessly, before pushing forward and pressing his lips against Draco’s quickly.

And they kissed. They kissed as if they needed it to live, as if it were air and they had been suffocating. They kissed for so long, Draco felt lost in time as he wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, Harry gripping the shirt tighter and pulling Draco against him. And when they finally pulled apart to breath, Draco leaned forward and placed a few pecked kisses onto Harry's lips, that Harry leaned forward to return each time, before Draco finally opened his eyes to take in the sight of Harry. His hair was slightly rumpled, though messy as always, and his lips were slightly puffed from the intense kissing. Harry’s bright green eyes were trained on Draco, and he couldn’t help but feel that he was the only thing in this world Harry was paying any attention to at this moment. He felt like he mattered, he felt cared for.

“You don’t know who I am. You don’t know my family-”

“Draco,” Harry whispered, closing his eyes and leaning his forehead forward to rest against Draco’s own. “I know now.” His voice was so soft, but Draco tensed in his arms. “Ron had told me about Mal- about you. About your family, and how you were attending here. About everything.” Draco closed his eyes, afraid they would betray him with tears. He finally found this feeling, and he knew it was about to leave him just as quickly.

“Then you know.” Draco spoke tersely, and began to back away when Harry’s eyes shot open and he scrambled, pulling his shirt back and wrapping his hands quickly around Draco’s body.

“No, don’t go.” Harry begged, and Draco’s chest constricted with the pain that Harry was emitting.

“Why?” Draco asked, his voice weak and desperate. He wanted to believe Harry would push past this, but who would?

“Draco, you’re not your family. You’re not your father.” Harry spoke quickly, blinking tears out of his eyes that just proved to crush Draco even more. The blond took one hand that had still been wrapped around Harry’s neck, and brushed a tear that had fallen down Harry’s cheek away.

“Don’t cry.” Draco’s voice cracked, and he shook his head, trying to remain strong. Pulling every ounce of strength he had in him. When had he fallen so hard for this boy, for this jock?

“Then don’t leave.” Harry’s voice was firm, strong in a way that Draco wished he was right now.

“But-”

“Draco, you’re not your father.” Harry repeated himself, pulling Draco again and the blond finally relented, practically falling against Harry and letting his head fall forward onto Harry’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this. We can push past it. I won’t let anyone else hurt you.”

#writing #writing:care for me #fanfic #fanfiction #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #modern au

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coffeeshopdaydream · 1 year

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Our Wives Under the Sea is one of my favorite books I’ve read recently. Gorgeous prose and a gothic ocean setting. A meditation on trauma, grief, and love. A haunted house story about a house and a submarine and a relationship and a mind. Miri and Leah’s relationship was heart-wrenching and honest and made me hopeful about finding something like it someday (as a queer disabled person, it hit even harder).

#if you’re looking for a new book HERE’S YOUR SIGN!!#our wives under the sea #I can’t stop thinking about it #and I feel like I need to write a 100 page essay about it #ugh i just loved it #book rec #tag: coffeeshopdaydreaming

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coffeeshopdaydream · 1 year

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The House of Anubis to dark academia pipeline is too powerful

#when my sister and I were in elementary school we watched this religiously and for the season one finale we had a party with just us and #our mom where we made props for like the week leading up to it out of cardboard and construction paper and old jewelry and decorated our #entire living room with the props and decorations we made a cardboard chalice and a pull away wallpaper with a message underneath and #that show altered my brain chemistry.#light academia #dark academia #house of Anubis #dark academia aesthetic #sibuna #tag: coffeeshopdaydreaming

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coffeeshopdaydream · 5 months

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1 - 5 :)

I’m pretty sure this is for the end-of-year book asks!

1. I’ve read 33 books so far this year! I have a bit of time off at the end of the month so I’m hoping to read 7 more before the end of the year!

2. I used to reread books more often. In recent years I’ve felt pressured to read new books over rereads due to a lack of free time, so this year I only reread 2 books. The first was Mary Oliver’s poetry collection Dream Works. I think poetry as an art form holds more weight and meaning the more often you come back to it because poems reflect your soul as much as they reflect the author’s soul. I’ve found comfort and peace in Mary Oliver’s works, so I make it a habit to come back to this collection often. This year I reread it the afternoon after a job interview and it made me feel better about just being alive in this world. The second book I reread was The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. This was for a book swap with some of my friends where we annotated each other’s favorite books and sent them on so we ended up with our own favorite book annotated by everyone! It was fun to reread in this context, and I found so many parts of myself in Charlie’s character.

3. My top five favorite books I read this year in no particular order were:

Our Wives Under the Sea by Julia Armfield

We Play Ourselves by Jen Silverman (if you are a part of the arts in any way (especially the theater and writing) this book will feel like your chest cavity is being exposed to the world. It’s very much an ode to the act of creation, about the commodification of art and your passions, and, yes, about teen girls in a fight club)

The Light Pirate by Lily Brooks-Dalton

The Great Alone by Kristin Hannah

Mistakes Were Made by Meryl Wilsner

4. This year I found the author Laura Kay through her book Wild Things which I absolutely loved! I relate so much to her characters and have been recommending it to everyone. I immediately picked up her two other books and read The Split (If you read this book, you’re reading a little piece of my soul. The main character is actually me in every way). I’ve been saving her other book because I’m not ready to be done with her works. Also, after reading Our Wives Under the Sea, Salt Slow, and her essay GUTS on the white review, Julia Armfield has become my newest Favorite Author

5. According to my StoryGraph, my top genre for this year was LGBTQIA+, followed by contemporary and romance.

Thank you so much for the ask! I tend to ramble when I get started on everything to do with storytelling and books, so thank you for giving me an opportunity to gush about them!

#mine #tag: coffeeshopdaydreaming #asks #end-of-year-book-asks #end of year book asks 2023 #our wives under the sea remains living rent free in my mind #I’ve filled so many pages in my journal with analysis on that novel it’s quickly becoming my filibuster topic of choice

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