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CoffeeDragon87 @coffeedrgn87

Chapters: 50/50 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Teddy Lupin, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Minerva McGonagall, Andromeda Black Tonks, Astoria Greengrass, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original House-Elf Character(s), Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Charlie Weasley, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Poppy Pomfrey Additional Tags: Head Auror Harry Potter, Potions Master Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Auror Draco Malfoy, Single Parent Draco Malfoy, Not Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Compliant, Draco Malfoy Speaks Italian, Eventual Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, St Mungo's Hospital, Post-Hogwarts, Quidditch, Firewhiskey (Harry Potter), Letters, Undercover Draco Malfoy, Rimming, Light Bondage, Snitch Kink, Scorpius Malfoy and Teddy Lupin are friends, Hermione is Harry's confidante, Draco Malfoy works for Harry Potter, Grimmauld Place, Malfoy Manor, Amortentia, Department of Magical Law Enforcement, Blow Jobs

Summary:

When Harry Potter turned eleven he received a letter that changed his life forever. When Harry Potter, now a dashingly handsome bachelor, Head of the Auror Department and loving godfather, is thirty-five history repeats itself.

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Excerpt:

“You and your dad look so alike,” Malfoy said and Harry looked up from where he was crouching beside the fire, adding two more logs to the hearth. He wasn’t sure when Malfoy had gotten up from the couch, but he was now standing in front of the mantelpiece, looking at the collection of Harry’s photographs. That was Harry’s thing, he had photographs of his family in every room of the house. Somehow it made him feel less alone.

Rising to his feet, Harry glanced at the picture in question. It showed his dad on a broom in full Quidditch gear, laughing heartily, Snitch firmly held in his right hand. “Except for my eyes,” Harry found himself repeating the words he had heard so many people say to him. “I have my mother’s eyes,” he added very quietly and Malfoy ever so slowly turned to face him. “Everyone always says that,” Harry mumbled and swallowed hard, unable to comprehend how he and Malfoy could just stand there and look at each other while the air around them crackled with an invisible force that seemed to be driving them closer and closer together.

“Green,” Malfoy mumbled, setting his glass of Firewhisky down on the mantlepiece just next to Harry’s dad’s photograph. “Very green,” he murmured and Harry shuddered. “So very green.”

Their eyes locked and Harry opened his mouth to say something, but he drew a complete blank. Instead, he shamelessly allowed himself to drown in Malfoy’s grey-blue eyes, wondering how he had never noticed just how incredibly clear they were, like two deep pools of fresh quell water. Then again, except for that time in the wardrobe, he and Malfoy had never been close enough for him to get a thorough look at his eyes.

Feeling a tremor of excitement rush through his veins, Harry bit his bottom lip and dropped his gaze to Malfoy’s lips. His mouth went dry and he flicked his tongue across his lips, then looked back up and into Malfoy’s eyes. He was surprised to find them burning with such intense desire that it made his head spin and absolutely all rational thought escaped him.

Almost as if someone else was controlling his movements, Harry took a cautionary step forward, then stopped, waiting, hesitating. He glanced down at Malfoy’s lips, then back up at his eyes, seeking permission for what he was about to do. Malfoy didn’t budge. He simply stood there, his body seemingly frozen to the spot, yet his eyes shone with such intensity that Harry threw all caution to the wind and closing the short distance between them, he pressed his lips against Malfoy’s. He instantly marvelled at their incredible softness and his lips tingled as he imagined pushing his tongue between Malfoy’s silky lips to seek out and duel its counterpart.

He was acutely aware that Malfoy still hadn’t moved, or responded to the kiss, and even half expected Malfoy to hex his balls off, but just as Harry was about to break the kiss, long, slender fingers wound themselves into his hair and he felt Malfoy hungrily deepen the kiss. His lips parted and his tongue insistently pushed against Harry’s lips, demanding passage. Harry obliged and slightly parting his lips, he allowed Malfoy’s warm, wet tongue to push past his lips and into his mouth.

He met it with his own and as both their tongues touched for the first time, Harry shuddered and moaned into the kiss. His eyes fell closed and his hands almost automatically gravitated to Malfoy’s slender hips. He drew Malfoy closer, not wanting there to be an inch of air between them and as their bodies crashed together, Malfoy trembled in his arms and groaned into their kiss. He deepened the kiss further still, his tongue expertly winding around Harry’s, teasing, playing. Harry tasted chocolate and whisky and something that was, had to be, uniquely Malfoy and marvelled at how it was possible that Malfoy was such a good kisser.

He tightened his hold on Malfoy’s hips, drawing him even closer, if that was at all possible. Malfoy’s hand at the back of his head and his fingers, which were tightly wound in his hair, held Harry in place, giving him enough leeway to move in unison with Malfoy as they kissed but absolutely no way to break the kiss.

When Malfoy’s free hand rested on his back, Harry shuddered and when said hand slowly slid down to his arse, squeezing ever so gently, he bucked his hips. Malfoy’s tongue teased over his teeth, the top of his mouth, and every single inch of his tongue before he expertly withdrew. Harry’s tongue followed and he explored the hot cavern that was Malfoy’s mouth. He ignored the burning in his lungs for as long as it was humanly possible but knew that they would eventually have to break apart and when they did, Harry immediately craved more.

They both panted and opening their eyes, they blinked and stared disbelievingly.

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[the-toughestest-hufflepuff]

Frozen Sun

Drarry, T or M for language, but it’s ultimately Non Binary Draco Fluff for my new and hopefully someday old friend 💜💜💜 @coffeedrgn87 I sent this to you of course the other night, but it’s important to share and I’m really quite proud of it. Enjoy! Read on AO3

Cold crept in.

The rolling green hills from the summertime had frozen over to a sparkly white sheen beyond the deep chasm of the Black Lake. Evergreen trees dotted an almost celestial pattern up the mountains. The squid slept peacefully, hibernating on the muddy floor of the lake bed, waiting ‘til spring to be the cause of havoc and silly myth amongst the students.

Draco chuckled sadly to themself, chucking a rock the size of their fist onto the frozen surface of the lake. A satisfying thack thack then a lovely skidding sound scratched the back of their brain.

A shiver up the spine. A pull of the scarf tighter around their neck to discourage the creeping chill. The silver buttons were smooth on their finger pads moving down the front of the dark grey winter cloak that hugged their form, finding their chest flat. A smile formed around the novel but increasingly familiar normality of their physique change; the feeling materialising, glowing bright and golden in their belly. Hands, pale and chilled from the bitter, dry air, reached into the satin lined pockets to find—

“Bollocks…no gloves.”

They checked the inner and side pockets of the cloak, but to no avail, and giving up, grabbed their wand from up the woollen sleeve and produced a warming charm to melt the ice from their bones. Tucking the dark purple scarf up and around red tipped ears, Draco cursed the mistake that was storming out of the castle after their Transfiguration lesson finished. Frustrated, cold, and holding a pit in their stomach that could restrain them under the heavy winter quilt on their bed, never to return to the sun.

The sun. Now sinking over the horizon, diffused the sky with streams of deep mauves, purples, and indigos. Clouds, a puffy pink and periwinkle like real candy floss, made Draco’s stomach rumble. They couldn’t skip dinner again, there would be consequences from–

“Draco?”

Yes, him. Consequences from him.

Draco shrugged. Smiled warmly to themselves, and cursed the blush creeping up their neck with the happiness that Harry knew exactly where to find them.

“A little birdy told me there would be a fancy french meal I can’t pronounce on the menu tonight.” Arms, thick and padded with a jacket that surely kept him warm enough, wrapped securely around Draco’s torso, around their chest.

“Boeuf Bourguignon. I saw the board in the staff lounge, Potter. I notice things much better than you, even on my bad days.”

Harry nuzzled Draco’s cheek, they were approximately the same height, but Harry liked to act shorter sometimes.

Draco made a note about wishing to be taller once. They were standing on uneven ground that put Draco a full head above Harry, even with his boots on. They explained to him how that glowy, golden light felt like and how it settled from high in the chest to deep in the belly.

Like a wholeness. A completion of something. Their soul?

Since then, Harry tried to be shorter whenever possible just to see that look in Draco’s eyes. Sterling silver irises would sparkle, and fireworks would burst and Draco would feel like a whole person.

Even if temporarily.

Butterfly kisses were dotted on their cheek in a random pattern. “Has it been a bad day?”

Draco didn’t want that question to be asked, but Harry needed to ask that question. It wasn’t until Harry had turned them around and scooped them into his arms that Draco realised they’d had tears streaming down their face.

“Shh, I got you, darling.” Harry cooed, his voice filled with warmth and love and the continued request for understanding Draco that they never would have dreamed of getting from a partner in a million years. He ran olive toned fingers through Draco’s platinum hair, cut short, just long enough to catch a slight wave which Harry found incredibly endearing. Harry told them after the haircut that the cut suited them, enthusiastically confessing he loved getting to see more of Draco’s criminally attractive cheekbones, and gorgeous silver eyes.

The soft pads of his fingers pulled Draco back down to earth and out of Harry’s neck. “Let me hide,” They protested, twisting their face into a hot-red expression of discontent.

“No,” he said with a kiss. “No,” a kiss. “No,” a third kiss. “Don’t hide from me.”

“Harry…” A few more tears slipped down their cheeks, but were immediately wiped away by Harry’s thumbs, while a fourth kiss was caressed across Draco’s lips. This one was held, their hand clasped at the collar of Harry’s jacket, and he obliged his partner with a deep snog that stole their breaths and pumped heat all the way to their toes.

Harry pulled back, “Please, my love?”

Draco deeply signed, and Harry let them rest their forehead on his shoulder before spilling:

“It was just bad. A couple boys were laughing this morning, probably had nothing to do with me, but I let it get to me today. Anyway, I had an outburst and dismissed class early.”

“I wish you had come find me.”

“No, Harry, that’s not fair to you. I’m an adult, I should be capable of handling my emotions and not breaking a teapot and storming out. This is my life, and I have to work through it.” Draco’s tone was nothing short of argumentative, though not toward Harry. Toward themselves…

Harry was quiet for a moment, pressing his lips into Draco’s temple before letting them go. Grabbing tenderly at Draco’s hand, they walked to the frozen edge of the lake, the surface mirrored from the slight rain they’d had only the day before temperatures dropped rapidly, freezing the water crystal clear and almost fully smooth.

Conjuring two pairs of ice skates, Harry started putting his on and gestured for Draco to follow.

Which they did. Begrudgingly.

Harry stepped out first and after a short loop around, held his hand out for Draco to take and join him on the ice. It was a slow crawl as neither of them were not much good at doing anything other than not falling painfully on their arses every two minutes. Harry’s hand was warm and dry and perfect in theirs, fitting every crook and cranny with a press and a squeeze. He needed lotion for the cracks that were deepening around his knuckles, Draco would need to look for that once they returned to their quarters–

Harry suddenly came to a halt, forcing Draco to face him. The kind look in his eyes comforted Draco, and they smiled. Harry smiled back, golden beams amongst the green flare from the setting sun that reflected off his emerald eyes.

The sun. Harry was the sun. Harry was sunshine and gold light and positivity.

But Harry also knew a moonless night’s worth of loneliness and pain, so Harry was always there. Always supportive. And since eighth year, now five years ago, always in love with Draco, no if’s, and’s, or but’s. No disclaimers. No conditions.

Just, in love. Asking Draco what pronouns they wanted everyday when they were first starting to question their gender. Trying new things. Supporting Draco’s top surgery and taking care of them after. Helping Draco try on and experiment with outfits, styles, cuts that felt more like them slowly everytime.

Harry was just there. Like he was now, bright and glowy, the fine lines of his face after days and weeks outside with students and magical creatures, flying around on the pitch. Touching his face, Draco traced his lips and nose and ears and scars. The moment was silent only for their breath. The snow absorbed sound, making the quiet feel like a vacuum, or a bubble, a space all unto themselves.

“I wish you would see that you don’t have to be alone when you are feeling bad.”

“I just don’t want to bring you my dysphoria…you don’t deserve that after all you put up with–”

Harry shook his head violently and pulled Draco in to connect their lips slowly, and Draco felt an overpowering sensation of love and adoration conveyed with their kiss.

“Absolutely not,” Harry stated as they separated. “I do not ‘put up’ with anything pertaining to you, other than your cold ass feet at night, or your posh way of mocking me. You finding who you were meant to be has been the greatest joy of my life. I wish it had been easier for you, but dammit…Draco, I can’t help if you don’t talk to me when you’re struggling….let me in…and please stop talking like you’re some big burden on my life, it truly hurts that you think you could be anything but the centre of my world.”

Draco’s heart clenched tight, skipping beats and rabbiting swiftly, eyes betraying them and brimming with tears instantaneously. Their stomach did back flips in their belly, and they wished they were at home in their rooms instead of standing in the middle of a frozen lake.

“I- Fuck, Harry, -I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you more. We’ll work on the negative talk, okay? When’s your next mind healer appointment?”

“No—Yes…I…Saturday.”

Soft kisses. Warm hands. Holding and clutching and sore ankles from staying upright on sharp blades.

“Good, talk to them about this, okay? No matter what anyone could insinuate, you have done the work to find you, don’t let them sully your mind with thoughts that you could be the imposter in your own head. You are right, you are correct. You were made this way for a reason.”

“I am me.”

“Exactly, and I wouldn’t have you any other way, Dragon. Though, we need to buy you more button down shirts, mine are definitely not your size anymore.”

They laughed and skated back to the shore, vanishing the skates and walked hand in hand back to the castle to enjoy their fancy french meal (Draco eye roll) and cuddle up by the fire with a by-owl-order catalogue to find another set of buttoned shirts for Draco that would fit their new body and hopefully soon their brain after a night of being loved and validated by Harry.

[the-toughestest-hufflepuff]

Tag Game

Thanks for the tag @coffeedrgn87 🥰

Relationship status - Dating a wonderful Non-Binary human. This is my first queer relationship since coming out as Bi and they have just been a shining light in my life. 💜💜💜

Favourite colour - Pink!! But I've also been super into rainbows recently. 🌈🦄

Favourite food - Chocolate ice cream is my actual vice. But caramel lattes are my chosen addiction. (me to coffee: "I can't quit you...")

Song stuck in your head - Crash Into Me (cover by Steve Aoki and Darren Criss) has been on repeat in my head all summer, but I have ADD so the flavor of the day is dictated by this old iPod shuffle I call a brain.

Last thing you’ve googled - Pride Wall Art....I realized all my décor was EMBARASSINGLY heterosexual 😬🌈

Time - 6:32 pm (also sorry I am tragically american)

Dream Trip - honestly? Ireland and Scotland, I want to be where it is greenest pleeaassee

Last book you read - Bridge to Terabithia

Last book you enjoyed - Bridge to Terabithia. I laughed, I cried, I cried some more. I love books that depict childhood trauma realistically and true.

Last book you hated reading - Catch 22, in my HS senior year, it was required for my AP English and I couldn't read it in order to do my journals for the summer reading, opting out of the class. *shrug*

Favourite thing to cook/bake - I love cooking, Breaded chicken cutlets with pesto pasta is one of the tastiest things I make, but I also make a b0mb chocolate espresso stout cake. I prefer cooking though cause I usually measure with my heart and hate following directions.🤷‍♀️ (I would have been crap at potions)

Favourite craft to do in your free time - I paint? I sing? I write thousands of words of my favorite fictional characters fucking each other.

Most niche dislikes - Is this a pet peeves question? I guess personally it's when people don't like cats cause I own a clowder. 🐈🐈🐈🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛🐈‍⬛

Opinion on circuses - I mean, I just hate animal abuse, so as long as there's no actual abuse then okay. Fuck SeaWorld though.

Do you have a sense of direction and if not what’s the worst way you’ve gotten lost? - I completely assumed this was a philosophical question and not a literal one. I did well in a grid system when I lived in one. But I did not hail from nor do I currently live in one.

Unriddle that mess of an answer.

I'm tagging anyone who wants to do this plus @mintawasalreadytaken and @drarrily-we-row-along even though I'm very sure you've both probably already have been tagged so you are free to just read and enjoy my answers 😁💜

[coffeedrgn87]

Well, I’m not entirely sure about any of these. Somehow, I feel too exhausted to be creative—be that with actual paper and visually pleasing images or with virtual pen and paper—which is thoroughly odd. The only thing I’m sure about with the below paper art is that I spent time on it… As for the rest, well, I don’t know.

This was meant to be part of a bigger cosy feel piece of art, but I eventually decided on something small and tiny.

This I do like because I got to play around with a new type of texturing which was quite messy but fun and then I’ve got dragons and a cosy fireplace and well, I’m having a hard time tossing it onto the big discard pile…

Lastly, well, I don’t know, I’ll just leave it here. I don’t know what I was after…

The words are my own though. Below is a bigger photo for easy reading…

[coffeedrgn87]

The last 24 hours have been terrifying. Never ever thought riots on the streets of Dublin would be something I’d ever have to worry about. Need to occupy myself with chaos potato 🥔 type happiness and Taylor’s “August”. Here’s a little teaser of something I’m working on… I’m actually trying to inject a modicum of planning…

A brown (pardon me, burnt sienna) acrylic paint wall is drying on another sheet of paper. I guess this is as far as I can take this project tonight. May return to my sofa.

I’ll let you make up your own minds about which definition applies. 🤓 Hey @julcheninred — I assure you tonight’s planning will absolutely go out of the window tomorrow…

[coffeedrgn87]

So, this chaos potato 🥔 decided that they are well within their right to fandragon over their own work and create a scrapbook page of madness centred all around one of my longest series, the LPK-verse. So, for this reason I’m allowing myself to celebrate a line from the first book that gives me so much joy. 💜

“I know you got your job casting Expelliarmus at the Dark Lord, but the requirements for my job are a little bit higher. You need to have read more than the Hogwarts curriculum and a couple of picture books on BDSM.” ~Sassy Draco, LPK Book 1, Chapter 66

P.S. I wonder how many non-kinky references to kink you can find. I added quite a few…

[coffeedrgn87]

Most of my recent scrapbooking endeavours ended in pure chaos, far more chaos than this chaos potato 🥔 can bear. Essentially, I started out with less than a half-baked plan (which is my default approach to scrapbook art) and went straight into ruining the entire piece.

Tonight’s scrap page is simple, but meaningful. The questions aren’t meant to give you a headache and you aren’t supposed to wrangle an answer from the depth of your mind, rather you are meant to sit with the question and let its message change you slowly but surely.

Many many years ago a friend shared a link with questions that are designed to free your mind. There are fifty of them in total. Every now and then I return to them and read them. Some resonate more than others, some have made an impact, some continue to elude me, and others I dare not approach.

I picked a random six to incorporate in my scrap page and they feel just right. Maybe they’ll do something for you too.

Edit: Hey @julcheninred , I very nearly forgot to tag you. Actually, I did forget, hence the edit.

[coffeedrgn87]

Home Sweet Home…Welcome To My Cave

So, I decided that it was high tide for me to share a little more about me. You know, in case you’d like to get to know me better and all that jazz. After some serious consideration, I thought we could start with a tiny glimpse into my humble abode, my perfect little hideout, my sanctuary, my cave.

What do you think? Do you like it? Would you like to visit? There are more rooms, of course, but this one is my favourite. Mainly, because it’s got my bed, but also because of the fairy lights and because it’s just so comfy. I even have portraits of @basicallyahedgehog and @phoebe-delia which bring me so much joy. 💜