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A Handkerchief to Nowhere
Draco's only slightly under the weather when he and Harry get sent out on an Auror mission via a faulty portkey. But when a fatal error from Harry's past comes back to haunt him, the boys must face that their only way out is to depend on one another.
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Six months post-war, Malfoy is in serious trouble. He's on the run from the Ministry, Death Eaters, and a deadly curse which is eating him alive. When he hits rock bottom, a change in fortune lands him in 12 Grimmauld Place under the Ministry's custody - and forces Hermione to remember the secrets they've both kept for years.
➺Status: Complete ➺Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Romance ➺Length: 260K+ words, 24 chapters ➺Rating: M
➺Score: ❤❤❤❤❤ ➺Review: Revert is one of those beautiful fics that stay with you weeks after reading it. The premise was great - alternating between the present (6 months after the war) and the past (4th year and onwards). Draco and Hermione were lovers. They spent their 4th and 5th year together in relative bliss and youthful innocence. Despite their mutual liking, things became complicated with the impending war - making both of them unsure about where things stood between them. The rift between them grew exponentially. When they see each other again, six months after the war, they are practically strangers. However, with the fatal curse eating away at Draco's life, the unpredictable death eater attacks and having to live in close quarters with their Hogwarts class mates, their carefully guarded secrets come tumbling down. They also realise that what they'd felt for each other was still there and it was not going anywhere any time soon.
I loved the character development Draco and Hermione went through, not to mention all the development of the side characters. From the little prat to the man he became, Draco's character development was by far my favourite thing about the fic. The chemistry, the fire, the agony, the glory of Draco and Hermione's love for each other made my heart ache. They went through so many challenges, but came out stronger than ever. I loved how the author executed the ending, the plot twists, the confessions - everything! Revert is definitely a Dramione essential.
Draw Us
~okay, so apparently my super crappy drarry sick muggle au somehow was actually decent. so, this is my attempt at part 2. again, sorry if this is bad or anything - I really can’t do fluff!!~
Tagging: (just people who seemed interested in it in Part 1) @stevecarlsbergstolemycookies @shelbylpierson @slytherwitches @princessofweirdos @thatmadwomaninthelibrary @scarheaded-ferret @blackpinkdolan
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He was honestly getting tired of Harry’s fussing.
Two days, shut up in the house, lying in bed as Harry brought him tea and toast and generally spoiled him. He wasn’t allowed out of bed, wasn’t allowed to do anything but sit in bed and stare at the ceiling, while Harry played on his phone.
It was driving Draco crazy, having Harry this close, and yet so far.
It was small things - the careful way he stirred the sugar into Draco’s tea (four tablespoons and a splash of milk), the sunlight gleaming in his hair as he adjusted the blinds, the feeling of his wrist against Draco’s face as he checked his temperature. He wished he had his sketch pad, wished he was good enough to translate this feeling into something tangible.
Draco scowls at the heat in his cheeks. It’s the fever, he tells himself. It’s the fever.
He almost sighs with relief when he hears the door open, Harry’s steady footsteps filling the room. Draco props himself up on unsteady elbows, rolling his eyes as Harry sets the tray down and rushes over to slide pillows underneath him. “For the last fucking time, Potter. I’m okay.”
Harry just shrugs, adding liberal amounts of sugar to Draco’s tea. “Who says I’m doing this for you? I’m getting paid for this, doorknob.”
Draco glares down at the mug proffered to him. “Tea? Again? Why?”
Harry smiles, holding the mug out until Draco takes it, his fingers brushing against Draco’s. “Because. When you’re sick, you lose a lot of fluids. You need to keep hydrated, otherwise it’s harder to recover.”
Draco groans. “Who told you that?”
Harry shrugs. “Fucking Wikipedia.”
Draco arches his eyebrow, letting the warmth of the tea seep into his chilled fingers. “You’re fucking Wikipedia?”
“Is that jealousy I detect?”
With an eye roll, Draco sips the tea, the sweetness overcoming the budding headache. He stretches, his back cracking, warm and comfortable in his bed, as Harry lets his gaze fall over his room.
It’s very messy. Pads of paper lying on the ground, paint and watercolor stacked on boxes, pencils and things of ink on top of crumpled sweaters and socks. Harry sighs, rubbing the back of his neck (Draco trying not to peak at the small sliver of skin where his shirt rode up) “I would clean this up but - “
“Yeah.” With a smile, Draco places the empty mug on his nightstand. “That’s like...third date territory. We might as well be dating.”
It’s meant to be an offhand comment, but Harry flushes and looks down. Draco curses, his insides shriveling up. He had hidden that part of himself for so long, the only secret that his parents did not know, and here he was, vomiting out all of his wishes to Harry. He shakes his head, cursing himself. “Oh, shit, sorry Harry, I - “
Harry interrupts him, pulling out a random sketchbook. “Can I see?”
Draco feels like he’s on the edge of a cliff, staring down into emerald green waters as the waves beat against the shore. It’s oddly intimate, letting Harry see his drawings, almost like handing Harry the key to his mind and letting him rummage through. Harry hesitates, quickly setting the book down. “Oh. Sorry. I-I mean I don’t have too, I was just...curious.”
Draco takes a deep breath and jumps. “It’s fine. You can look.” He winces. “They’re...um. They’re pretty crappy. Some of them, anyways.”
Harry just glances at him, green eyes meeting silver. “How could I think that anything you do is crappy?”
It’s as if he’s swallowed something. A lump appears in his throat, suffocating him, as Draco forces a tiny smile. It’s lost, though, as Harry sits next to him, crossing his legs underneath him, and opens the sketchbook.
The first page is nothing, just a few splotches of ink and a streak of charcoal. The pages are yellowed, slightly wrinkled, as Harry flips the page.
It’s mainly sketches, a bottle, a champagne glass, broken glass and the night sky. There are other things too - intertwined hands and fingers through hair and bodies pressed together, all spines and legs and necks.
Harry stops on one page, a small drawing of two people kissing. It’s blurry, a smear of lead, but it’s obvious that they’re two boys, dark hair mixing with light, against a wall, snow coming down in buckets around them. “When did...when did you draw this?”
Draco shrugs. “Don’t know. Can’t be bothered to put a date.”
He swallows, hard, trying to gauge Harry’s reaction. His face is set, teeth worrying at his lip, and Draco’s heart leaps into his throat. Please, let him be okay, don’t make him go, please let him be okay.
The silence stretches, thick and heavy, like strings of golden syrup on a hot day. He tastes blood in his mouth, and realizes that he’s bitten through his cheek, copper filling his mouth, and Draco curses. “You know.”
Harry looks up. “Know what?”
Draco sighs. “Oh, don’t bullshit me Harry. You know what...what I feel. Anyone who looks at this knows what I feel.”
Harry’s voice is too light, too careful. “What exactly do you feel?”
“I...” Draco closes his eyes. “Goddamn it. I’m not good with words, Harry. If I could just draw it - “
He feels a pencil being pressed into his hand, Harry’s face still emotionless. “Then draw it, Draco.”
So he does.
It’s small things, dozens of sketches. Mugs of tea, sugar spread over the table, splotches of milk and jam and cream. An empty house, the silence that presses down, the disapproval and the glares. Rooftops, nights spent talking and laughing. He draws the sunset, the first time they met, and the sunrise, the first time they actually stopped to talk. He draws a narrow bed, a dark haired boy next to a light haired boy, and he draws the way their hands touch. He draws laughter and contentment, swear words intertwined like fingers, and he draws a pair of silver eyes, catching onto a pair of green ones. An entire page of this, small details, his entire heart spilled out in lead on paper.
Draco holds his breath as he hands the paper to Harry. “This. This is what I feel.”
There’s silence again, agonizing and unending, and then Harry sighs, puts the paper down and kisses Draco.
It’s a soft kiss, a brushing of lips, Harry’s fingers coming up to tangle in Draco’s hair. It’s light, careful, spider silk in the wind, and Draco is smiling against Harry’s lips as he kisses him again and again, sunlight spilling down on them.
When they finally break apart, Harry’s eyes are wide, his hands brushing over his own lips. “I never thought....”
Draco shakes his head. “Me neither.”
Harry smiles. “I thought you were straight.”
Draco raises an eyebrow, unable to keep the grin off his face. “I always knew you were gay.”
Harry whacks him with a pillow, laughing, as Draco pulls him down again into another kiss. “Next time, I’m drawing this.”
Harry closes his eyes. “Next time, draw us.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ronald Weasley Additional Tags: Drarry, Fluff, Sickfic, sick!draco, Harry is a good bf, eighth year, Post canon Summary:
Draco has a cold and Harry is a good bf and takes care of him :)
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