Vanishing cabinet

Hi ! Since I'm as obsessed with Potterverse and drarry as Harry is obsessed with Draco Malfoy in 6th year... I guess I could share it with you, opening my vanishing cabinet, full of fanarts, headcanons, and reblog of amazing posts by talented people of this fandom! Enjoy :) you can find my unrelated to HP art @impasseart

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Hey! Welcome here

I'm a fanfic writer and an artist. I post here everything related to fandom. I love drarry, but I have not much affection left for the original author of the saga. I'm queer and proud, and I support trans right.

Master post of my works

Ongoing:

Flammagenitus clouds [drarry - long fic - E - bumpy road to redemption, slow burn, slow build, Draco's POV, mystery!case, foundfamily, lots of internalized bad things to process]

Summary: "Nobody comes out of a war “fine.” But four returning Slytherins are determined to fake it anyway, and to prove they’re better, sharper, and still untouchable. They have goals: repair their image, survive Unity Night, and (for Draco) learn to live wandless. They also have problems: a mysterious arsonist on the loose… and feelings they refuse to name, no matter how loudly they burn.

Complete:

Fragile animals [microficmay challenge - micro fic format]

Summary: Harry is not a man of words. He's a man of actions. Mostly, he doesn't think. Well, he doesn't like to think. Once he starts thinking, it doesn't stop. Thinking is rather dangerous. Some ideas, in particular. Not that he has them. And he'd not act on them, anyway. So, what's the point?

Something they don't want to be afraid of [drarry - Comic - E - done for consent fest]

Summary: Draco struggles with his internalized homophobia and fears, even when he really wants something. Last time, it went ugly. And ugly won't do. They have to try again. Find a way to make it better.

Art for other's people work

Writcraft's Play me like a love song (Minerva McGonnagal/ Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank) - E - HP WLW big bang 2020

Hypocrates460's Poppyseed (Hermione Granger/Millicent Bullstrode) - E - HP WLW big bang 2019

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Ball [drarry - microfic]

Secure the bond [drarry - microfic]

Dream [drarry - microfic] Warnings: PTSD, heavy themes, Azkaban-dementors

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Somehow, he half expects Potter to be lurking around, watching him. He won't give him the satisfaction of fidgeting. He won't shake like a leaf, won't... Well. Pious wishes, because he's definitively fidgeting. He's a Malfoy. And a Slytherin. He survived a war, and several following humiliations. He can do this. So there will be no running? Very well. They shall speak in the Great Hall, then. Draco is not one to back from a challenge, or a lost fight.

Chapter 25 of Flammagenitus clouds - Salt in the Waves is out.

Do you want to see Pansy grow into the pack leader she's meant to be? Do you want to see a group of friend trying to find their balance around something uncomfortable? ... Of course. But what you want even more is a bi-panicking Harry Potter. I got you covered. [Eight year; slow burn; ennemies to lovers; slow building; huge focus on (toxic) pureblood culture, with a mysterious arsonist set to burn shit down]

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Chapter 24: High hopes.

"… If I wanted to ambush Draco to throw him in a cage, all I'd have to do is wait for him to go the the bathroom." Blaise snaps. Then, turning to Draco, he growls. "I had you in my home. I welcomed you there. I could have done anything with you back there, if I so wished." Draco gulps and feels his nostrils flare. "That theory of yours looks a few clowns short of a circus," Blaise voice's is like honey. The way it is when he is utterly pissed. "But it looks like I found three of the escapees." Pansy pinches her nose. Theodore's eyes are still set on Blaise. "What are you doing with our potion supplies, Blaise?" He asks. "I'm not doing anything. What are you doing with it?" Blaise mirrors, scoffing. "I'm not using potion," Theo sounds indignant "Me neither," Blaise sounds even more indignant. "And I'm entitled to my privacy until aurors tell me otherwise. Put me under serum and you'll ear from my sollicitors." "… We want to help, Blaise. We are scared. If anything happened— " "I'd need my sollicitors." He retorts, eying Pansy. "Not you," He eyes Theodore. "Or you," his eyes land on Draco. "And especially not you." Blaise's eyes get glassy, anyway. "You'd worry too if Theodore went out Merlin knows where, while a pyromaniac is on the loose," Pansy retorts, her voice not that stable. "You'd act on it. This isn't us ganging up against you." Blaise hands are in fists. "Do you trolls know the difference between me and you?" Blaise drawls. "I always exceed expectations.

Do you have high hopes for chapter 24 of Flammagenitus clouds? Draco certainly does. He hopes to catch Blaise red handed. He hopes Pansy is going to be all right. He hopes Theodore isn't messing with them all. He might even hope for a kiss, at some point.

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@drarrymicrofic | prompt: dream | wc: 394 | rated: M | Warning: mind games, topic of desperation due to dementors, idea that with PTSD you sometimes act like those who gave you trauma. If you do not feel comfortable with it, please do not read.

"You'd think, Dementors start feeding on your memories. Turn joy to sadness. They do not." He drawls. His voice hypnotic. Nothing moving, except the shadows around him. The pupils, going left, right, left, right, and focussing on Harry's mouth. "Whenever they can, the dementor do, in fact, feed on your dreams. It deprives you of ambition. Any goal feels out of reach. You become purposeless. Because nothing can spark anything in you, but fear and desolation. What's left of you are flesh, bones and blood. You are rotting. You are rotten. You are a worthless pile of your mistakes. Your past haunts you. Your regrets devour you." Harry's jaw tighten. "At first, the dementor feed on your dreams," A bony hand reach for Harry's face. Harry can't help but look at that smirk. It turns inviting. "Then, it feeds on your affection." Harry gulps. "Because that's the most absurd part: they are the only one you see. The only one who care for you. They bring you food. They empty your chamber pot. And they do know you, in a way that starts feeling intimate. What's left of everything that made you a human, it's in them." The smile disappears. "Don't get fooled. It's not no care. It's parasitism. The walls and the bars forbid you to leave. You are not free. Wandless. That means you are defenceless. At their mercy. They do not have mercy. Sometimes, they stop coming from days. The only things that remind you you are alive is the pain you have from hunger and the smell you smell. You should take that for a relief. A way to gain your senses back. You do not; being alone with yourself makes you aware of everything missing. You find you miss them. Because there's not enough of you left." The grey eyes are shimmering. "The dementors have a mouth, you see. At some point, you crave for it. That's the last kind of desire you have: for everything to stop. You'd want any other creature existing on this planet to save you from this misery. They feed on that, too." "This is not my dream. You are not going to feed on me," Harry mutters, slow and deliberate. "You are not a dementor. You have PTSD." Draco arches an eyebrow, his smirk wicked. "Then why would you want to kiss me?"

[azaablue]

the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be a part of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.

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Draco sneers. "Are we now plotting under the scrutiny of everyone? The pyromaniac won't like that for sure. Or are you finally settled on telling me about yours plans before I get crushed in the mud?"

Potter's eyes are heavy with things Draco doesn't get. For a second, Draco figures he'll say exactly that, with that strategic smile of his. Instead he says. "I supposed you'd like some privacy. If— if you want, we can talk about what's happening." Draco side-eye him, more suspicious than ever. "I don't. We are not friends." Draco says, out loud, so he's reminded. 

Chapter 23 : Different perspective is now posted. Enjoy

Wanna know more about Flammagenitus clouds in two sec? It's a slow burn, long fic, focussing on Draco's POV. Angst, heavy subjects, the bumpiest path to redemption ever. Lots of morally grey characters. Oh. And an arsonist on the loose.

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Sun's Out Buns Out: A Drarry Summer Fest

A low-pressure Drarry fest for all things summer: heatwaves, holidays, beaches, garden parties, summer storms, sun magic, ice cream, pool shenanigans, and anything else you can throw your sweaty plot bunnies at.

The rules are simple:

The main pairing must be Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy.

The plot and/or setting must involve summer themes.

Minimum wordcount is 1000.

Art is very much welcome!

Who can participate?

Any writer and artist over the age of 18. If you want to join the discord to cheer people on or offer to beta read, you're very much welcome.

How to participate?

Prompts are open! Head here and fill out the form to leave your own. Claiming will start on the 15th of June. If you already have a WIP with a summer theme, you can either list it as a self-prompt or contact the mod to figure out what works best.

What is the timeline?

Prompting: 1st to 15th of June Clamining: 15th to 30th of June Deadline: 31st of August Posting: 1st of September

Important Links:

Prompt Form

Prompt Gallery

Claiming Form t.b.a.

Discord

AO3 Collection

Rules & FAQ

Reblogs are appreciated!

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Secure the bond

for @drarrymicrofic prompt bond | WC: 56

They were not bonding over Quidditch. Or Teddy, for the matter. They were competing. Snitches are just easier to get than this child's trust or love.

Not that Draco deserves anyone's trust. Or love.

Crap.

Now, Teddy is running back to Andromeda, crying, because—

"Maybe we could team up to win him over." Harry blurts.

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H/D Erised 2026!!

art by misterwalnut 

Hi hi hi friends! It’s June, and if you’re anything like your very enthusiastic and impatient mods, you’re already thinking about @hd-erised!

We had a spectacular fest in 2025, and we cannot wait to see what 2026 will bring!! We hope you’re as excited as we are. The full schedule is below so you can start planning ahead for H/D Erised 2026!

2025 H/D Erised Fest Timeline: Sign-ups open: July 3 (9AM EST | 2PM BST) Sign-ups close: July 10 (6PM EST | 11PM BST) Assignments will be sent out by: July 20 Check-in #1: September 7 Check-in #2: October 5 Fic and Art due: November 2 Posting starts: December 1 Big Reveal: January 6

Hooray!! Mark your calendars now, and keep an eye out for more information. Erised is our favorite time of year, and we're beyond excited to see all the phenomenal creators, readers, and commenters this year!

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Ball

WC - 318 words.

Thank you @drarrymicrofic for the prompt! Also thank you UnaBol for your suggestions and corrections! Definitively made the drabble better

“Fourth year,” he mutters, sounding the way he does after sex. A little off. A little more open. Harry caresses his hair. “Mh?” “Did you think of inviting me?” Draco asks. He must feel it in the way Harry breathes. “Of course not,” Draco amends. Harry hears Draco’s self-loathing smile in it. Draco kisses the skin that’s just under the scar of Harry’s torso. “I wasn’t aware back then,” Harry admits, still a little ashamed of the time it took before clicking. They were so young, he thinks, with tenderness. Mostly. “Did you?” he asks, then. “Yes,” Draco chuckles. His fingers are now gently playing with Harry’s nipple. “Hardly could think of anything else,” Draco admits. “Yeah?” Harry asks, smitten. “Mostly I dreamed you asked, and I told you to fuck off,” Draco mutters, as Harry breathes in the smell of his hair. Harry snorts. “It’s the saddest, most absurd thing, isn’t it? To have fantasies about how morally superior it would make me to resist…” Draco trails, and doesn’t finish. Harry plants a kiss on his finger. “I was so stupid and unhappy,” Draco says, not moving at all. Like it’s still crushing him. All those choices he made. All those things he thought and said. “Even if you had asked, I’m convinced I would have said no. That was the only possible answer.” Harry wonders for a second, about growth, about reassurance. “Well. There’s that ball happening next week…” Harry hints. “… Obviously. It’s the season.” “We could go. Together. If you’d like.” Draco gets on his elbow. Harry almost sees the 'You can’t be serious?' that he doesn’t say. The 'Of course not', that is haunting there. The 'You don't have' to in ambush. The venemous 'I don't need your pity', that's never that far. “I’m serious,” Harry says, anyway. “And sure.” Something wonderous happens. Draco blushes. Then, in a husky voice, he says. “I’d really like that.”

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Turbulent

Under leather, there’s silk. Under silk, ridiculous linen undergarnments. Under that, a skin so fair you’d not believe it. Under skin, scars and ink. Curses. A fighter’s.

Under all those, muscles. Alive. A beating heart, stubborn and wild. Harry feels it beating. More and more erratic. A lover’s. His man.

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here) And thank you everyone for your support through the month. Your likes, reblogs and comments meant a lot.

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Heady

His smell is on his sheets and pillow. His sweat and his own intertwined. All their fluids, really. Harry’s nose is nested in his hair. He opens his eyes. The whole world is blurry. Mostly, golden and white-blond. He breathes in.

Smells like dawn.

“This okay?”

Draco snuggles closer as an answer.

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)

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Decorus

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt.

Ginny: About time.

Kingsley: This is going to be PR’s nightmare.

Hermione: You sure?

Ronald: As long as he makes you happy.

Neville: Merlin help us.

Charlie: Who?

The other brothers: Why?! Don’t tell.

Andromeda: The heart wants what it wants.

Arthur: Can’t wait to meet him properly.

Luna: A hug.

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)

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Penitent or Winsome

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt.

No one said it was going to be easy.

Armed with his smile, Harry dives in.

Ginny: sheepish. Then, surprisingly, heartful.

Ronald: helpless

Arthur: shaky.

Hermione: unapologetic.

Kingsley: contrite. Determinate.

Andromeda: hopeful.

Other Weasley brothers: shy and teasing.

Neville: tentative.

Not once penitent.

They smile back.

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)

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Pure and simple

He ends up telling Molly, of all people. As if that would magically stop everything.

The words evade him, and can’t stop, wrecked. The lies. The dread.

“Your parents wouldn’t care for anything but your happiness.” She hugs him, fiercely. “You are making them proud everytime you’re chasing it and fighting for it.”

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)

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Hullabaloo

He remembers the ruckus it caused when Ginny kissed him back in the common room and the cherrful hullabaloo when they made it official. The commotion of cheers in the Burrows. Dreadful, he closes his eyes, trying to picture the noises that would follow any of such events with Draco.

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)

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Past and present

He has called him Malfoy. Harry’s been called Potter.

Git and Tosser happened. Sometimes, worse.

Hermione is calling him Draco nowadays.

Like it’s easy.

His friends, Penelope.

“Harry” lingers between them.

Like a mistake.

Someday, they might be Harry and Draco, he finds himself thinking.

Or worse.

Thank you @microficmay for the prompt!

(You can follow the whole serie here on AO3, and if you are curious, read the long fic that gives Draco's perspective on their Eighth year here)