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.

Enlaces: AO3 & Fanfiction

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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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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