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[fanonical]

there’s a portrait of cedric diggory in the hufflepuff common room.

nobody knows who painted it. the other houses speculate, but the hufflepuffs know not to ask, because that’s not really what’s important.

it’s one of the moving ones, of course. sometimes cedric isn’t in it - it’s said that the portrait has a twin, over amos diggory’s fireplace, and cedric always loved his father. but he’s there enough, smiling down at the hufflepuffs who congregate in the common room, watching them as they go about their lives.

the portrait is by the door, next to one of the overstuffed yellow chairs. students sit there to talk to cedric, with some modicum of privacy. at first, it was his friends, the people who knew him and miss him and love him. but as time went on it became those who knew him by reputation. kids seeking advice, help with homework. someone to talk to, on a long and cold night. gradually, he became a legend, spoke in hushed whispers to the first-years as they came in. if you’re ever in trouble, talk to cedric. he’ll always help you.

after the battle of hogwarts, when the furniture was mended and the new students hesitantly made their way in, there was another portrait next to it, of hufflepuff’s favoured daughter. tonks, known by one name only, blew painted bubbles from her world of acrylic and canvas. while students came to cedric for help and advice, they came to tonks to ask questions. she would tell the most wicked stories, and some of them were even true. when someone needed cheering up, when they were wanting to brainstorm their next epic prank, they went to tonks.

she wasn’t always there, either. another portrait above a cot, where a baby with shocking blue hair could look at it and laugh. but when she was, she was always happy to have people come to her. when they did, it felt like she wasn’t just paint and canvas. she felt alive.

hufflepuffs look after their own, you see. dead or alive.

[dorthyanndrarry]

Seven Steps -54-

tags: eighth year, drarry, fluff, swearing, drama, melodrama, angst, potion theory, magic theory, slow burn, sexual content, drinking

suggested rating: 18+, for heavy themes and sexual content

Seven Steps on AO3 || Seven Steps on Wattpad

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“This is the sitting room,” Draco pointed flippantly, “bedroom to the left, bathroom and dressing room to the right.”

“Is this… your room?” Harry asked, wandering around and looking through the open doorway into his bedroom.

“Yes? Who else do imagine it belonged to?” Draco said, crossing the table in front of the crackling fireplace. He put down his plate and picked up the abandoned bottle of champagne.

Harry shrugged, “Anyone? Or no one. It looks like a hotel room, a really fancy one but still.” He walked around and looked into the bathroom, “I thought there would be more…you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Draco asked filling his glass.

“There are no-” Harry gestured around, “Posters or knick-knacks or even books, you’ve got to have books.”

Draco followed Harry gaze to the muted blue walls, the rugs were blue, white and grey, the drapes were a soft grey as well. The walls were blank, the tables were all empty aside from his nightstand, there was nothing on the floor or on the furniture. It looked almost exactly as is had the day he took the room as his own.

“I have a personal study for all my books and notes,” Draco said. He tapped the side of the glass anxiously. “…This isn’t the room I grew up in,” he said, taking a bracing swallow of champagne.

Harry’s brow furrowed.

Draco held out the glass and Harry took it without thinking and then frowned at his hand. “It’s champagne,” Draco said.

“It’s a nice room, I suppose. You must have moved in recently,” Harry said, sitting next to him and sipping the champagne, “Oh. This is good.”

Draco raised an eyebrow.

Harry shrugged, “They’ve always got champagne at ministry things, and it’s usually crap.”

“There’s hope for you yet, Harry Potter,” Draco said, finishing off his bun.

“I like your nails.”

Draco twitched in surprise, turning his hands over to look at them, “I forgot. Pansy did them as a christmas gift.”

Harry took one of his hands, running his thumb over the shiny blue-green lacquer, “It suits you, unsurprisingly.”

“Why?” Draco asked suspiciously

“Because you look good in everything.”

Draco smiled at the praise. “Not true. I look awful in yellow. If you ever buy me anything yellow I will incendio it on sight.”

“Not even as a joke?” Harry asked.

Draco raised an eyebrow, “If that’s what amuses you, feel free to indulge.”

Harry laughed, “Good thing you weren’t sorted into hufflepuff.”

Draco shuddered, “Ugh.”

Harry laughed again.

“Although, the colours are yellow and black so I could have just worn black,” Draco said.

Harry offered Draco the glass of champagne.

“I’ve had enough,” Draco said, shaking his head.

Harry picked up the bottle and poured out the last few swallows, “You can have the rest of that bun if you like.”

“Excellent,” Draco said, helping himself.

“Is your old room still- Could I see it?” Harry asked.

Draco froze, iced bun halfway to his mouth.

“I’d like to see it.”

Draco nibbled on the bun with a frown. He took a deep breath, “Tomorrow then.” He quickly changed the subject, “So, I can show you to a guest room, or you can stay here.”

“No offence but this place it too creepy to be on my own,” Harry said.

Draco said sarcastically, “Is it? I hadn’t noticed.”

“You don’t mind?” Harry asked.

“No.”

“It’d probably just be sle-”

“That’s fine,” Draco said.

“On account of the creepy thing,” Harry said.

Draco glared at him, “Yes, thanks so much for bringing it up again.”

Harry grinned briefly, “And there might be nightmares.”

Draco stared at him flatly for a few seconds then said with faux surprise, “Oh, you meant yourself.”

“Ha. Ha.” Harry said.

“Do you need anything?” Draco asked.

“Can I use your bathroom?”

Draco nodded, pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms while Potter was gone.

Harry leaned out of the door, “Hey, do you have a toothbrush I could use?”

“Have you somehow not learned how to do a mouth cleaning charm?” Draco asked as he walked over.

Harry had stripped out of his jumper and jeans, to the baggy teeshirt and boxers underneath.

Harry sighed, “No I have, but mine tastes odd.”

“Odd,” Draco repeated, “Are you casting it correctly?”

“Yes,” Harry rolled his eyes, “everyone’s charm turns out different. Hermione’s is a strong cinnamon, really strong, and Ron, his charm leaves kind of an orange aftertaste and mine is just strange. None of us could place it.”

Draco frowned.

“You didn’t know that?” Harry said.

Draco said, “….Mothers and mine are both mint.”

“Makes sense, I guess. You are related.”

“I did remember hers being milder. I’d always thought I misremembered.” Draco looked around, “Where’s your wand?”

“Why?” Harry asked.

“Well, now I need to know,” Draco said, taking his own wand out of the waistband of his pyjamas and holding it out to Harry.

Harry hesitated, his fingers curling in nervously.

“Come on,” Draco said impatiently, “You managed to cast with it perfectly well in the past.”

Harry gingerly took Draco’s wand and smiled faintly to himself, “Still friendly.”

“What does-” Draco stopped mid-question as Harry’s charm hit him in the mouth. The lingering taste of iced buns and champagne vanished, leaving a new flavour, mildly sweet and floral.

Harry shrugged with a nervous smile, “See? Strange.”

“It’s not strange at all! It’s violets!” Draco laughed.

“Violets?”

“Candied violets?” Draco said, “Haven’t you had them before?”

Harry’s brow furrowed, “…Maybe once, when Aunt Marge came to visit. I’m not sure I like violets much.”

“Well, I quite like them,” Draco said.

Harry gave Draco his wand back, “Will you do me then?”

“Without a doubt,” Draco said with a sly grin.

“I didn’t mean it like th-!” Harry sucked in a shocked breath as Draco cast the charm, and fell to coughing. “Merlin-!” he gasped, “-that’s as strong as Mione’s!”

Draco started laughing, and Harry grabbed him, pulling him close and peppering him with mint flavoured kisses until he was too busy being kissed to laugh.

“You’re terrible,” Harry said with utter exasperation.

“As if you aren’t awful, you said so yourself,” Draco said with a grin, tracing his fingers over Harry’s back.

Harry shivered and wriggled loose, “We should go to bed.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “I suppose, if you’re done hogging the bathroom.”

Harry disappeared inside and grabbed his wand and discarded clothing, “All done.”

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