Drarry doodles with Gallaplacidia text from forever ago. These two get me every time (Bridgerton could never)

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TEENAGE WASTELAND de GallaPlacidia

Título en Español: DESOLACIÓN JUVENIL

Idioma: Español

Capítulos: 9/9

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling.

Clasificación: M (+16) o R.

Advertencias: SLASH (Relación Homosexual), Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue|EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Sexual Abuse, Werewolf Harry Potter, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Fear of Hell, Veritaserum, H/D Erised 2020, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Abuse (Not Between Drarry!), Mild Church Of Englad Conversion, Alcoholism Of An Original Character, Look I know the tags are scary, but I promise it’s not as dark as you’re thinking, seriously it’s actually quite uplifting by the end, Harry Potter plays the piano freakishly well, potions master Draco, Feminist Draco, A decent amount of teenage girl angst, prolonged and continual jokes about the 2000 classic film Coyote Ugly. El Epílogo de Harry Potter No Existe, Post-Hogwarts, Angustia, Angustia con Final Feliz, Implícito/Referenciado Abuso Sexual Infantil, Harry Potter|Hombre Lobo, Draco Malfoy prisionero y libre, Miedo al infierno, Veritaserum, Traducción de un fanfic del H/D Erised 2020, Dolor/Confort, Abuso Doméstico (¡No entre el Drarry!), Conversión leve por la Iglesia Anglicana, Alcoholismo de un Personaje Original, Sé que las etiquetas dan miedo pero te prometo que no es tan oscuro como se ve, en serio, en realidad es más reflexiva al final, Harry Potter toca el piano increíblemente bien, Draco Maestro de Pociones, Draco feminista, Una cantidad decente de Angustia adolescente, Bromas constantes sobre la película clásica del 2000 Coyote Ugly.

Relaciones: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter.

Personajes: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Muggle-born Characters (Harry Potter), Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Original Muggle Character(s).

Resumen: 

Draco nunca pensó que terminaría como el único tutor de una adolescente con problemas. Harry nunca pensó que terminaría siendo un hombre lobo. Tener veintidós años es difícil.

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Teenage Wasteland

GallaPlacidia

Chapters: 9/9 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Female Character(s), Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Original Male Character(s), Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Sexual Abuse, Werewolf Harry Potter, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, fear of Hell, Veritaserum, H/D Erised 2020, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic abuse (not between drarry!), mild Church of England conversion, alcoholism of an oc character, look I know the tags are scary but I promise it’s not as dark as you’re thinking, srsly it’s actually quite uplifting by the end, Harry Potter plays the Piano freakishly well, potions master draco, Feminist Draco, a decent amount of teenage girl angst, prolonged and continual jokes about the 2000 classic film Coyote Ugly

Summary:

Draco never thought he’d end up as the sole guardian of a troubled teenage girl. Harry never thought he’d end up a werewolf. Being twenty-two is hard.

Excerpt:

“Come in, come in,” he said. Draco obeyed and hovered in the hallway as Harry closed the door and turned to look at him.

Draco stepped forward and put one hand softly on Harry’s collar bone, stilling him. Harry was watching as if at any moment he thought Draco would do something extraordinary.

All week, Draco had been thinking of this. He had imagined Harry falling on him, kissing him vividly, angrily, the way he did when Draco first began delivering his potions. He imagined pushing Harry back, forcing him against a wall, and taking the kiss from him. But Harry was perfectly quiet, anticipatory, over-ready. When Draco dipped his head slightly forward—an infinitesimal degree—Harry’s face plummeted forward, closing the distance between them.

They both hitched, two inches apart. They both paused. Draco had his eyes on Harry’s mouth, but when he looked up, Harry met his gaze solemnly. It was the solemnity in his expression that persuaded Draco to tip forward those last two inches.

Their lips touched softly, tingling and sensitive, so little needed—each movement huge because of the attention it commanded. Harry’s hands went to Draco’s back, but they moved slowly, and the pressure was so light, as if Draco was something peerless, that must be handled carefully or not at all. Draco, for his part, had his fingers in Harry’s dark hair, feeling the elegant curve of his skull, the strength of him, the wholeness.

They leant their foreheads together, breaking the kiss. Harry made a laughing sound, but Draco’s eyes flicked to the staircase. Harry caught it, of course.

He kissed Draco rather perfunctorily and then drew him up the stairs, eager-eyed. Draco laughed and followed. He paused at the bedroom door.

“Is this all right?” asked Harry. Draco nodded. It was the loveliest room in the world, just then.

They lay on their sides on the bed, their kisses straying lazily from each other’s mouths. Harry kissed Draco’s eyebrows, the corners of his eyes, the hollow under his ear lobe. He paused at Draco’s hairline.

“May I touch your hair?”

“Please,” said Draco. “It always bothered me that you wouldn’t, when I—”

“But you said,” said Harry, sliding his fingers over Draco’s scalp, brushing a kiss onto Draco’s temple. “The first time you delivered the potion—you said not to touch—”

“Oh…!” said Draco, astonished. Then he laughed, a whole anxiety melting away in one moment. Harry’s hands in his hair, worshipful. “I was wearing hair gel that day. I thought you’d… make a personal remark.”

Harry laughed into Draco’s neck.

“How stupid,” he said. “I could have been touching you all along.”

Then he began to slip down.

“Wait,” said Draco. Harry looked up. Such black eyes, thought Draco, rather stupidly. Where’s the green. “Wait,” said Draco again, hesitant, unsure. “Would you…” he licked his lips.

“What,” said Harry.

“That first time, you said… It was about trust. Would you… let me?”

Harry’s smile spread steadily.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yes. Good idea.”

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Exposure

GallaPlacidia

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sex Work, Sex Worker Draco Malfoy, Camboy Draco Malfoy, it’s all pretty sex positive tbh, less sex than you would think there would be, Betrayal, Secret Identities, Draco in the Muggle World, it’s p lighthearted really, falling in love through online geography quizzes, (partly) textfic, Oneshot, H/D Hurt!Fest 2020, Loneliness, Self-Loathing, Threats of Violence, Age Difference, Public Sex, Guilt, Hate Crimes, grey area infidelity (not between Draco and Harry), Mention of Minor Character Suicide

Summary:

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

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Excerpt:

HP: like what you see

DM: stop it

DM: I’m serious

DM: the internet is written in ink

HP: that’s what Hermione said!

DM: I don’t know what you think you’re playing at

HP: want things to be more equal

HP: then I want to take you out to a restaurant

HP: and kiss you on the mouth

HP: after that idk, we can figure it out, thinking something along the lines of

HP: taking care of you for the rest of my life

HP: something like that

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Lessons in Grace and Decorum

GallaPlacidia

Chapters: 21/21 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Grief/Mourning, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Really quite a lot of angst, but also quite a lot of comfort, Forced Bonding, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Mutual Pining, violent bullying, Psychological Manipulation, veers near non-con for second (not with drarry)

Summary:

In Azkaban, Narcissa Malfoy gives Draco lessons in how to manipulate people into loving him. When Draco is released on the condition that he is bonded to Harry as his prisoner, he finally has a chance to put his newfound skills into practice. Forced bonding, eighth year (eventually), a Draco driven slightly mad by grief, a furious, self-destructive Harry, a whole lot of angst and a proportionate amount of comfort.

Excerpt:

Hermione would probably tell him Malfoy had changed, and maybe he had. But it seemed to Harry that Malfoy avoided thinking about the war so thoroughly that he couldn’t possibly have had a change of heart about it. And it bothered Harry endlessly that he wouldn’t call Voldemort by his name. It was such a Death Eater reaction, as if Malfoy still expected Voldemort to pop up from the grave and punish him. As if Malfoy still revered and admired him. 

It came up again the day before they left for Hogwarts. They were sitting in the kitchen, eating a rhubarb cake that Malfoy had baked, talking about Hogwarts. Harry wondered if it would look different. He didn’t say “since the battle,” but Malfoy’s face still closed off.

“I suppose He Who Must Not Be Named will have left his mark,” he said, and Harry saw red.

“Call him Voldemort!”

It was a command. He could see Malfoy sit up as it hit him.

“I can’t,” he said, his voice strained.

“You’re such a fucking coward, Malfoy,” sneered Harry. “Big enough to join the Death Eaters, but you can’t even say your master’s name, not even after I killed him.”

Malfoy had turned red. He clutched his fork like a weapon. Harry suddenly realised that he hadn’t seen Malfoy get angry since— maybe since he cursed him in sixth year. 

But he wasn’t just angry. His whole body was shaking, and his teeth started to chatter. When he spoke, the words were wobbly and furious.

“You think—fuck you—as if it’s the same—I can’t—he didn’t expect you to respect him—you don’t—I can’t—”

He snapped his mouth shut and stood up. Harry thought he was going to run away, the way he always did, but he just stood, shivering, in the centre of the kitchen. 

“I called him that once—to his face—after—he had made me tortu—I was so angry—”

He stopped himself, put his hands to his jaw to try to stop the chattering of his teeth. He looked wild. 

“Do you know what he did to me?”

Harry didn’t dare move.

Draco’s eyes seemed to burn through him.

“I don’t remember,” he said. “It’s gone—except I dream—I think—I think he let Aunt Bella cut out my tongue—”

He looked vacant for a moment, then his rage seemed to jolt him back.

“You have no idea—you think you’re so brave—I taste blood every time you say it—I can’t—you can’t make me—anymore than he could stop me—” 

Draco was panting, and Harry wasn’t sure when he had stood, when he had come to join Draco, when he had put a finger under Draco’s chin and tilted it up.

“Would you let me see your tongue?” he asked. He didn’t know why, but it was important. He had to check it was okay.

“They grew it back,” said Draco. “Eventually.”

“I know. Can I see it?”

Draco frowned, but he opened his mouth wide and let his tongue hang out. Harry touched it gently with one finger. It felt weird, because tongues were weird, but also it felt like something he wanted to inspect much more closely, possibly with his mouth. 

“I thought… I thought you couldn’t say it because you still admired him so much,” he said, and Draco made a little sound of disbelief. He was still shivering. He licked Harry’s finger before pulling his tongue back. Harry was touching Draco’s bottom lip now. He traced it. Draco trembled. 

“Call him whatever you want,” said Harry. “I’m sorry.”

Draco leant into his hand. Their faces were almost touching. 

“You don’t understand,” he said in a small voice. 

“No,” agreed Harry. “I didn’t. I’m sorry.”

He was going to kiss him. Draco was going to let him. He could feel it. Draco’s eyes were half shut already, and he was still so shaky and upset, and Harry just wanted to kiss him until Draco knew how sorry he was. Because he should have known, really, that Draco wasn’t the same anymore— he should have known at Draco’s trial, when Harry had balked at touching his Mark, and Draco had reacted with understanding. Had asked him if he was all right, even though Draco was the one who had just lost both parents. 

And then Harry remembered how powerless Draco was in this relationship. If anything went wrong, he would lose everything. 

He pulled away. Draco opened his eyes. He didn’t seem angry anymore, just frazzled, distracted.

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” said Harry, involuntarily. Draco’s eyes widened. “Sorry. I keep invading your personal space.”

“S’okay,” choked Draco.

“We shouldn’t,” said Harry.

“No,” said Draco, but he licked his lips. 

They stared at each other. Harry had the impression that they were both waiting for the other to say, “…but fuck it, let’s do it anyway.” 

Neither of them spoke. 

“I have to pack,” said Harry, and ripped himself away from the room in which Draco Malfoy stood, hungry-eyed, waiting to be kissed. 

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Taken from a scene in Teenage Wasteland

I’ve been devouring GallaPlacidia’s anthology of work on Ao3 and well… my pen slipped.

Burlesque Dancer Draco

Based on Can I Tell You Something by GallaPlacidia. She's easily one of my favorite authors, and she even podcasts her works. In this fic, Draco does a ton of drugs, gets sober, and becomes a muggle burlesque dancer. Lucius is a stage mom, and Draco performs under the name BELLATRIX LESTRANGE. Harry is maybe 10% less of an arse in this one? But it's still a Galla fic so you know it's top shelf angst.

I couldn't help but draw his performance of Edward Scissorhands meets a dementor costume meets burlesque meets heartbreaking exhibition of his physical and emotional scars while Harry pines from the audience. Here's to hoping Stage Mom Lucius Malfoy approves of my lighting.

Harry jumped up and put his paws on the man’s shoulders so that he could lick his face. The man stumbled backwards, hitting the wall, but he didn’t seem frightened. He laughed.

“Easy,” he said. “Oh, you’re lovely. Oh, I think I like you better like this. May I pet you? Is that rude?”

Harry was starting to get sleepy. It seemed sooner than usual; he usually fought it off. But he felt safer with the man, felt sure that between the two of them, they would be able to protect themselves in the night. He dropped to the floor and walked away, searching for somewhere comfortable to curl up. He leapt up onto the soft bed, then looked at the man, head cocked.

“Yes, all right,” said the man, and came to sit next to him. Harry closed his eyes, and the man stroked his head, tentatively at first, and then, once he was sure that Harry liked it, more purposefully. His fingers felt around Harry’s ears. “So soft,” he said. “But your hair is quite soft, so I suppose that makes sense. Can you understand me?”

Harry was tired. He could feel himself drifting into sleep, calm and peaceful and safe.

Once, he heard a crack, and sat up, ready to pounce, but the man put one hand on his head and said, “it’s just the wind. Go back to sleep,” and Harry trusted him, and was so very tired. He lay back down. The man carried on stroking him. His body was warm, and Harry fell into a deep, untroubled sleep.

Excerpt from Teenage Wasteland by GallaPlacidia

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Here's the still version:

(ღ˘⌣˘ღ) Thank you so much Lynn (@fictional) for this gorgeous work! 💜💙💚💛❤💕💖

"You want proof? I’ve got it right here, baby.” He held out his phone to Harry and Ron. 

On the screen, wearing a crisp, unbuttoned white shirt and sucking provocatively on one finger, was most certainly Draco Malfoy.

I've been listening to Gallaplacidia's fic 'Exposure', and had to draw it.

Cassiopeia Lily Malfoy

GallaPlacidia 

Chapters: 15/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst, Letters, Post Mpreg, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, harry is a dick at the beginning

Summary:

In eighth year, Harry had a toxic fling with Draco Malfoy. Ten years later, a little girl shows up, begging for Harry’s help. Could the two be connected? And did Harry misunderstand what Draco was trying to tell him, the last time they spoke? Feat. angry 8th year Harry being truly horrible to Draco, Draco writing a lot of letters he never sends Harry, and the most Gryffindor-Slytherin hybrid ten-year-old you’ve ever seen.

Excerpt:

 “Do you actually love me?” asked Draco. Quietly. Seriously.

“I’ve never felt this way before,” said Harry. “About anyone.”

Draco licked his lips. 

“Why?”

Harry traced the line of Draco’s neck.

“I honestly think it would be easier to list the reasons I don’t love you.”

“Okay,” said Draco.

“What?”

“Do that. Why don’t you love me?”

Harry thought for a moment, tried to formulate his feelings into words.

“I’m ashamed of myself when I look at you,” said Harry. “And that’s hard.”

“Don’t be,” said Draco, upset.

“It’s okay,” said Harry. “Shame is like that, right? Hard to get rid of.”

Draco sucked in a breath and nodded.

“Yeah.”

“I think that’s it, though,” said Harry. “I think that’s the only thing I don’t love about you.”

“What about…” Draco lifted his left forearm. Harry covered the Mark with his hand. 

“You know I admire you for that.” Draco made an outraged sound of disbelief. “No, not for taking it. For who you’ve become since then. For being so funny, even when you were eighteen, pregnant in a muggle tube station, disinherited, hated and alone.”

“You shouldn’t have read those letters.”

“I wish you had sent them.”

Draco looked away.

“I was so fucked up after you,” he said. “After the war, too, I suppose, but particularly by you. I cared so much about what you thought, and…”

“I’m sorry,” said Harry breathlessly. “Draco, I’m so sorry.”

Draco nodded.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, too. It’s not like you didn’t have good reason to hate me.” He raised his left arm again. “Blood supremacist terror organisation, and all that.”

“I love you,” said Harry. 

Draco bit the side of his cheek. 

“There has to be a catch,” he said. “There’s always a catch.”

Harry kissed him gently.

“If someone told you, when you were eleven, that you would marry and have a child with a man who was head over heels in love with you, but you would have to suffer over a decade of poverty and depravation first, wouldn’t you feel as if that was the catch?”

“Ça me fait mal quand tu me donnes de l’espoir,” said Draco.

“‘Espoir,’” said Harry. “Hope.”

Draco bit his lip. Harry kissed it.

“Keep hoping,” he said.

“Okay,” said Draco. 

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