Maevik

Writing drarry like it’s a political tragedy

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Alrighty, the first part of the Series of Redepmtion of the Blood is finally completed. You can all read it here.

Now comes the second part: The Last Heir.

I’ve already uploaded 4 chapters from that one, so I really hope you can go check it out!!

Here’s the summary for you:

Where everyone expects Draco to become a murderer…

Harry just wants him to stay safe.

Or:

Where Draco keeps pretending everything is under control.

Harry keeps believing him.

They are both catastrophically wrong.

Or:

Where Harry and Draco invent an entire language made of heartbeats…

…and somehow still manage to misunderstand each other.

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So… I’ve been writing this couples-fight between Harry and Draco for three days straight. I couldn’t get it right, and now it feels SO intense, even I wanna cry.

This is probably not gonna make the Final Cut, but GEEZ! Take chill pill guys

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Good night, Harry.

Harry lay on his side, looking at the flames. When he glanced upward, he noticed that the ceiling of the Room of Requirement was not a usual ceiling. It shone with stars against a night sky, but these weren’t like those in the Great Hall, replicating the real sky above. This was an enchanted sky entirely its own.

The constellation Draco glittered at its centre.

“Take a look at that.” Harry murmured, nodding toward it.

Draco looked up. The stars gleamed, clear and sharp, their silver lines tracing the outline of the celestial dragon.

“The room has good taste.” His voice was softer than before.

Harry didn’t respond. Instead, he closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, then opened them turned to look at Draco.

Draco turned slowly, and his eyes found Harry’s, calm with a quiet kind of acceptance.

Harry felt it in his chest, like the air compressing slightly before becoming easier to breathe.

They only looked at each other, with a full, unhurried attention, trying to memorise each other’s faces.

Draco was the first to move. He straightened with his usual elegance, making sure his robes fell smoothly.

“I should go.” He murmured, getting to his feet. “Good night, Harry.”

Harry smiled, tilting his head. “Good night, Draco.”

He was never going to fully understand the particular tenderness he felt every time he heard Draco say his name in a goodbye.

When Draco reached the door, he turned to send one last look back. There was something vaguely troubled in his expression, like he resented what he was feeling, or wished he didn’t have to feel it at all. And without another word, he simply left.

Harry looked back up at the ceiling, at the constellation watching over him from above, not sure what to do with everything that had just happened.

Harry loves the way Draco says goodnight.

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Now, let us explore Harry smelling amortentia

The professor moved a couple of steps forward. “And you, m'boy?”

Harry inhaled, curious. The scent wrapped around him at once, warm and persistent. “Green apple,” he began, without thinking. “Freshly cut. Parchment, rain… and orange blossom.”

Slughorn gave a small, pleased clap of his fingertips, careful not to spill the vial. “Excellent. What evocative combinations!” He returned to the front of the classroom and held the flask aloft. “This, my students, is Amortentia.” He announced at last. “The most powerful love potion in existence. It does not create true love, of course, but it generates a very convincing sensation, and very dangerous, obsession, if administered carelessly.”

Several students straightened in their seats. Others let out nervous laughter.

“Each person smells within it what they find most attractive.” Slughorn continued. “What they most desire. What is most… irresistible to them.”

Something shifted in Harry’s stomach.

Green apple. Parchment. Rain. Orange blossom.

It wasn’t a new scent.

He frowned, trying to recall where he’d first encountered that combination, and the memory arrived with such force that he threw up his Occlumency shields on pure instinct.

A warm room at the Burrow. Draco asleep on his side, hair dishevelled, no cologne, his breathing slow and even. The scent on the pillow. On the sheets.

He looked up, almost involuntarily.

And found Draco’s eyes already on his.

They know.

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Draco smelling Amortentia

“Well, I want to put your noses to the test.” A soft ripple of laughter moved through the room.

The liquid inside the flask was pearlescent and viscous, releasing vapour that rose in slow spirals. Slughorn didn’t say what it was. He simply uncorked it with theatrical flair and began moving it toward the students.

“Tell me what you notice. Only that. What you smell.”

A girl mentioned fresh mint and blackberry tart. Another student said something about new parchment, lavender and baking bread. Slughorn nodded with a satisfied air, adding nothing further.

Then the vial reached Draco.

He recognised it at once.

Amortentia. He didn’t need the explanation. He’d studied it years before, and had smelled it more than once in his godfather’s laboratory while helping him prepare lessons. He knew what it was. He knew what it did.

And yet, he had never smelled anything but the ingredients inside. Something kinda resembling a forest, but nothing more. There was, apparently, not much in his life that made him that passionate.

He inhaled slowly and stopped entirely the moment the scent moved through him like something physical.

Forest after rain. Dying embers. Worn leather. Night jasmine.

Harry.

But it… couldn't be a confirmation of anything. Harry and him had always had an intense interactions. Whether it was in good or bad terms… that was another story.

So it was settled. Intense, passionate interactions. But not in that sense.

Draco’s expression hardened for just one second. Then he spoke in his most indifferent tone. “Pine frost and musk.” and Slughorn smiled without noticing anything amiss.

But don’t you love when you reach that amortentia chapter?

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Wow… writing time travel is hard…

Why do I keep doing this to myself?

(Disclaimer: this is NOT for Redemption of the blood)

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Baby fever hits me different… I mean… I want to write Harry and Draco having a baby.

That’s it. Nothing left to say.

Have a nice day.

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Draco visits The Burrow

Draco nodded distractedly, still surveying the room. “What a feat of architecture.” He murmured, with dry sarcasm.

“I suppose it’s not quite Malfoy Manor or Black Manor.” Harry said, closing the door behind him.

“No…” Draco let his gaze travel across the room one more time, searching for any additional sleeping option beyond the one bed. “It’s not.”

A brief silence followed. Then Harry cleared his throat. “I can sleep on the floor if you’d like.”

Draco looked at him as though he’d just announced plans to sleep hanging from the ceiling. “Don’t be ridiculous. We’re at the Burrow. You have considerably more right to be comfortable here than I do.”

“Then we can share the bed.” Harry offered, slightly nervous. “I promise to stay on my side.”

Draco sighed, resigned. “All right. But if you kick me, I’ll bind your hands and feet to keep you still.” He said it with the same natural ease as someone describing their plans for the weekend.

Harry decided not to think too hard about that image and nodded. “I can’t say I’d be surprised.”

(…)

They got into bed with a tense, careful kind of awkwardness. Both on their backs, staring directly at the ceiling, too cautious to turn and face each other.

Draco pointed his wand at the lamp to extinguish it. “I mean it, Potter. Don’t cross to my side.”

“I won’t, Malfoy.” Harry replied, rolling his eyes into the dark.

“And if you snore, I’m throwing you out the window.”

“It’s not the first time we’ve slept in the same room.” Harry said, with a quiet smile. “You know I don’t snore.”

Draco didn’t respond immediately. He turned onto his side, giving Harry his back, and pulled the old quilt over himself.

“It’s not the same thing, you know? Sleeping in the same room,” he whispered barely above silence, “and sleeping in the same bed.”

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2026.07.02

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Redemption of the Blood by @maevikwrites [E, 107k]

Where Harry has to go through year five grieving Cedric’s death, with his friends hiding things from him, Dumbledore ignoring him, and Umbridge harassing him… but also dealing with the fact that Draco Malfoy is being… reasonable. Or: Where the only thing that still feels familiar… is Draco Malfoy. Or: Draco hates he's being forced to teach Occlumency to Harry. Harry hates it too. Probably.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Here Is a Song From the Wrong Side of Town by Anonymous [M, 17k]

It wasn’t exactly surprising that it would be Potter who found Draco in a Ministry holding cell. But what very much was surprising, however, was that Potter somehow kept finding him: first by joining Draco’s dance lessons, then by slowly inserting himself in other parts of Draco’s life as well. Which was fine of course: Draco would be able to deal with it. Even if Potter was just doing himself a huge favour, because Merlin only knew how much he needed those dance classes. ★ HD Wireless 2026 | @hd-wireless

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I’m actually vibrating rn 😭💚 thank you SO much for including Redemption of the Blood in today’s rec list, this made my entire week. If you’re new here because of this, welcome, I hope you love Harry and Draco’s mess as much as I do

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Draco twisting Dumbledore’s words

Dumbledore appeared from behind the curtain that separated Harry’s bed from the rest of the wing, with that calm smile he always wore.

“I apologise for interrupting.” He looked between them. “I didn’t expect you to still be here after all this time, Mr Malfoy.”

Draco glanced at him sideways, recovering his usual poised disinterest. “What exactly surprises you, Professor? Was it not you who asked me to stay?”

Dumbledore’s smile deepened slightly. “I believe I said you didn’t have to go to breakfast if you weren’t hungry.”

Draco shrugged one shoulder. “I took some creative liberty in my interpretation. I wasn’t in the mood to have lunch either.” He looked at him directly. “I trust there’s no problem with that.”

“None at all.” Dumbledore shook his head. “However, I’ll need to ask you to allow me a few minutes alone with Harry.”

Harry’s fingers tightened involuntarily, almost wanting to hold Draco back, but Draco withdrew slowly, breaking the contact with quiet care.

“I’ll go and find something to eat. I’ll be back after that.” And he left.

It took Harry a few seconds to realise that Draco hadn’t simply acquiesced to Dumbledore’s request. He’d granted him a time limit. And that made him smile.

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If Draco taught Harry Occlumency, then he could also help him break free from Voldemort…

The whirlpool broke apart suddenly, and the statues came to life. A golden centaur figure lunged forward to deflect a Killing Curse aimed at Harry.

Then Voldemort vanished.

A second later, Harry convulsed abruptly, letting go of a cry that didn’t sound entirely human. His eyes flew open with violence, his back arched, and a dark aura condensed around him.

“Harry!” Draco dropped to his knees in front of him, turning his back to the danger without a second thought. “What’s happening? What’s wrong? Tell me how to help you!” He was so desperate that he didn’t even notice the tears running down his own cheeks.

He received no answer. He only saw the agony on Harry’s face. The invisible struggle. The trembling of his hands.

And then he understood. The Dark Lord hadn’t gone anywhere. He was in Harry.

Without thinking, Draco pulled off his mask to have a wider range of vision and let it fall to the floor.

“Harry!” He called, loudly now, barely breathing. “Look at me.”

He leaned forward and took Harry’s face between his hands. They were inches apart, and Draco could see every line of his face. Every bead of sweat, every spasm that pain tore through him.

“Look at me, Harry, please… you’re here. You’re with me.” He whispered, his voice breaking on a swallowed sob.

And Harry heard him. Those green eyes, clouded with suffering, found his.

Draco held his gaze with steadiness and worry, but he was not going to let go. He would hold him here and make him feel safe.

Not with words or with magic. Only with his presence, like a rope thrown to someone who was drowning.

He slid his hand down Harry’s arm and rested it over his hand, pressing his fingers in the rhythm Harry had learned to use when he needed to count to ten. “Find your anchor, Harry. You can beat him. You know you can.” He whispered, pressing gently. “Don’t let him in. Drown him in the lake if you have to.” He bit his lip with anxiety, waiting for any sign of change. “Harry, please.”

Draco couldn’t begin to imagine what was happening in Harry’s thoughts, but he could feel it, somehow, somewhere in his abdomen: something churning with force. Perhaps he was sensing the echo of Harry’s internal battle. Perhaps Draco had spent so much time inside his mind that he could feel what was happening there.

So he wasn’t surprised when the tension began to bleed out of Harry’s body. When his screaming stopped and his eyes refocused, finding Draco’s with an ease that was almost unsettling.

No. It wasn’t a surprise. But it was a relief.

There was no doubt. Harry had expelled the Dark Lord from his mind.

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Because I believe in Draco being able to tell Lucius to piss off

Draco stood. Lucius watched him with contempt, still not recognising him, and raised his wand.

“Confringo.”

Draco deflected the spell into a nearby wall, sending chunks of stone and dust flying. Lucius sidestepped the debris.

Draco seized the distraction. He raised his wand, and his voice trembled, but the spell was steady. “Incarcerous!” Ropes burst from his wand, binding his father’s limbs and sending him stumbling. His face hit the floor with a crack. Draco didn’t hesitate. “Stupefy!”

He took two steps forward, with his wand aimed directly at his father’s chest. For just a moment, he thought about ending years of trauma carried in that man’s wake.

The part of him most wounded, most marked by years of abuse and neglect, wanted to.

But he only murmured, “You won’t be able to punish me for Umbridge from Azkaban.” and walked away, leaving him unconscious.

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What if Harry had Draco’s influence before the Ministry battle?

“Where is Sirius?” He growled, wand pointed directly at Lucius.

“I have absolutely no idea where the disgraced Black is. I haven’t seen him since school,” Lucius replied, with complete disinterest. “Now hand over the prophecy.”

Harry felt his blood run cold with adrenaline.

It had all been a trap.

Hermione had tried to warn him.

Draco had berated him for not stopping to think.

And Draco had been right. He’d been impulsive and stupid.

He swallowed and tried to control his impulses, probably for the first time in his life.

What would Draco do?

He looked around, wondering whether it was really possible there were only five Death Eaters.

He strongly doubted it.

He gave Hermione a small, discreet nudge with his elbow, knowing she was the only one who would understand the importance of knowing how many enemies were present.

Hermione gave an equally discreet nod and began scanning the room.

Harry looked at the small orb in his hands. It was then that its value became clear. It was more than a prophecy. It was leverage.

“So Voldemort sent you for this?” He asked, attempting to imitate Draco’s mocking smile. “Why didn’t he come himself?”

“He dared say the name…” Bellatrix breathed, her indignation crackling, her eyes wider than usual and her face crumbling into fury. “FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!”

“Calm yourself, Bellatrix.” Lucius murmured, and raised his chin. “Hand over the prophecy, Potter, and you and your friends can return to Hogwarts.”

“I’m not certain I can trust that.” Harry said, with exaggerated innocence. “I think you’ll probably try to kill us regardless.”

Lucius didn’t answer. Harry extended his arm to the side, holding the orb between just his thumb and index finger.

“And if I drop it? What would Voldemort do to you if you came back empty-handed?” He raised his eyebrows in mock consideration.

“STOP SAYING HIS NAME! YOUR BLOOD IS AS FILTHY AS YOUR MOTHER’S!” Bellatrix shrieked, completely undone by rage.

“BELLATRIX!” Lucius snapped at her, then looked back at Harry and raised his hands in a gesture of concession. “Simply give us the prophecy and we’ll leave. You have my word.”

Hermione leaned close and whispered low enough that only Harry could catch it.

“There are twelve: three more behind Lucius, one in each corridor on either side of us, and two behind.”

Harry didn’t nod, afraid of drawing attention to their exchange. Instead, he held Lucius’s gaze a moment longer in his best impression of Draco Malfoy and then his expression shifted to something serious.

“No.”

Lucius tilted his head. “Then it will be by force.”

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So I was writing and got writer’s block. I decided to read some just to clear my mind…

Now I’ve also got reader’s block.

Why?

Just… why?

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Harry probably likes small places — he’s done it twice…

And then Filch’s hurried footsteps cut through the moment like a failed spell. Still distant, but growing closer, clumsy and purposeful.

Draco tensed immediately. His gaze swept the corridors like a blade. “He can’t see me here.” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

Harry didn’t need to think. He knew what it would mean if they were found together without a valid reason for him to have strayed from his Inquisitorial Squad duties. So he took Draco’s hand with quiet resolve.

“Come on.”

They ran without making a sound, guided by urgency and the shared habit of avoiding trouble, until they found a recess between two columns bearing dust-covered crests. The space barely fit one person.

That, of course, was not going to be a problem.

Harry turned instinctively to cover him. He placed one hand beside Draco’s head and the other at the level of his waist, pressing both of them flat against the wall like a single shadow. The warmth between their bodies was palpable. The breath of one brushed the mouth of the other, without quite touching. Their hearts hammered in unison, indistinguishable from each other.

Draco smiled. That half-curve at the corner of his lips that appeared when something amused him that he probably shouldn’t allow himself to find amusing. “Second time you’ve ended up with me cornered in a small space, Potter. Should I start to worry?”

Harry flushed immediately, right down to the base of his neck. “If you know a better way to hide, I’m all ears.”

Draco let out a low laugh, almost a breath, and the warmth of it grazed Harry’s neck, sending an involuntary shiver through him.

“I suppose I’ll have to get used to your reckless Gryffindor logic.”

Harry’s whole body was humming. To keep his balance, he slid his hand slightly closer to Draco’s hip, not quite touching. In the same movement, his sleeve grazed Draco’s hand, pressed against the stone.

And Draco didn’t pull away.

Instead, he turned his fingers, just slightly, brushing against Harry’s. The suggestion of a question without words. As though actually touching him was something neither of them was quite ready to go through.

Then a portrait’s shrill voice drew Filch’s attention elsewhere, and his footsteps faded.

But neither of them moved.

Harry wasn’t entirely sure he had the nerve to hold the moment intact, and yet he moved with care to avoid breaking it, raising one hand and gently tucking a wayward strand of hair back from Draco’s forehead, behind his ear.

Draco didn’t stop him. He looked at him with all his defences scattered on the floor.

Harry looked away, speaking in a whisper. “I suppose you should get used to my hiding spots… that is if you’re planning to keep breaking rules.”

Draco looked back at him with that smile of his. The one that seemed as dangerous as it was sincere. “Then I suppose you’re not planning to think twice before dragging me along with you.”

“I don’t think so.”

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