The whole pantsing thing has a whole new meaning. Nicknames like Snivellous, which imply that Severus is less of a man, makes way more sense. It's the 60's, so bullying makes sense. Greasy hair? Yeah, he doesn't want to shower and look at himself.
Matter of fact, make Harry trans too. Severitus.
Harry gets found out to be Harriet, which leads to teasing. Maybe they all just kinda thought the boy who lived was just an androgenous baby? Doesn't matter. Someone cuts up all of Harry's 'boy' clothes. Bad hairstyles? Yup, that's just Harry. Ron asking if Harry is really the girl who lived, and Harry just lies and says that he's not the girl who lived, he's the boy who lived. Finding out his dad bullied Sev for being trans? GUESS WHAT!?
Anyways, let them bond over dysphoria and stuff, Severus gives him pointers, like, don't bind with bandages, bind with sports bras or stuff, hairstyle stuff, dysphoria stuff, etc.
Voldemort wins. Harry runs. Draco is getting married.
Preview under the cut
“You’re a deplorable pervert, Blaise,” said Draco, holding a clipboard under his nose.
“Funny words from a man who’s just told me to wank off in a closet.” He tapped his wand to sign. “And you’ll send the paperwork to the club for me?”
“Assuming your sample doesn’t come back infested, yes.”
“I’m clean. Everyone at the club is—that’s the whole point of testing every four weeks.”
“A month is a long time. Anything can happen. One rogue cock and the entire place goes down.”
“Know a lot about rogue cocks, do you, Malfoy?”
“Go fuck yourself. Literally. I’ll give you five minutes—though, knowing you, that might be a record.”
“Would be faster if you helped me.”
“Then, by all means, take your time,” Draco said, turning toward the door. “You’re lucky I got this job. Your mum has shagged half the Healers in this ward alone—they’d tell her all about your extracurriculars if you went to one of them.”
“Yes, yes, I’m forever indebted to you for keeping my secrets. Not like you’re under oath or anything.”
“If the Dark Lord decides I am needed elsewhere, who will you go to?”
“A Muggle testing centre. I just like it this way because you look good in green. It makes providing the sample much easier.”
The heat that built in Draco’s cheeks was against his will entirely, and he shot Blaise a glare as he opened the door.
“See you next month, lech.”
“That’s no way to talk to your patients. Lucky I like you mean.”
“Aim better this time.”
⇇ ⇉
His Mark burned halfway through lunch, and he choked down a swear, chugging his tea in the lift as he went toward the Floos. Once inside the Manor, he found Voldemort’s study, bowing low until he was noticed and addressed.
“Anyone admitted this week with memory loss, bring them to me,” Voldemort said, and Draco stared at a crack in the marble a few feet away.
“Yes, my Lord,” he answered.
Then, head still bowed, he went toward the door in silence before his presence could become an annoyance. In the hallway, he could breathe again, allowing himself only a moment to rest against the wall before he went toward the Floo, knowing he was late for his next appointment.
Hiii!!! Have you done a cover for Second Spring by beechersnope/vondrostes? I once asked if I could print it and they said yes but never got to do it because I didn't like any covers I made lol can I request a cover for that fic?
Hi there! First of all: thank you for trusting me with this, I feel a bit under pressure to be honest...haha
I tried to do something, I don't know if it will be good for you, but feel free to send me another ask if you have some idea you'd like for me to try!
So this is what I came up with for now:
Second Spring by beechersnope ( @vondrostes )
Two years into their relationship, Louis and Harry encounter a new beginning.
For @drarrymicrofic prompt “skirt”. Trans male Draco, trans female Harry. A little bit of implied dysphoria and internalised transphobia, but mainly fluffy euphoric feels.
It’s the sort of thing that you only notice if you’ve been there yourself. Most people wouldn’t. But Draco has, and so he does.
The longing looks through shop windows, reverent fingers brushing against clothes that are never bought, and weekly gazes Draco’s nails after Friday night pampering with Pansy.
The subtle flinches at every he, him, boyfriend.
He goes slowly, at first. One careful step at a time, as if approaching a skittish animal.
“Have you met my partner, Harry?”
“Do you want me to paint your nails for you?”
“Come to Pansy’s with me, she was going to show me how to do eyeliner.”
And with every tentative smile, each twinkle of the eyes, Draco gets braver, bolder.
“I think that blouse would suit you,” as they walk past the storefront.
“I got us a knew colour to try,” holding out the sparkly nail polish.
“I noticed you pulling your hair back more, I got you these scrunchies.”
“I’ll always love you, you know that, right? No matter what.”
Slowly, slowly, until one day
“I don’t think I’m a man.” A beat. A sigh. “I know I’m not a man.” A beat. A gulp. “Is that okay?”
Hours later, in the fitting room of her favourite store she spins and spins, skirt flaring around her.
“your body betrays your degeneracy“ is about how harry’s an addict and disabled, it’s about eugenics, it’s about how fascism wants people like him dead and gone. it’s not something to make into a cutesie pro-trans slogan??? “degeneracy” is literally a fascist dogwhistle, stop repeating it because i can assure you you are not reclaiming it.
