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These are my two go-to fics for crazy!Draco. I didn't even know how much i loved crazy!Draco until i found these stories. And i'm sure i can't articulate why i like crazy!Draco so much, though crazy!Draco must come with compassionate!Harry--that's the pairing i need. If you know of any other fics in a similar vein, please do be reccing them for me right here, right now. I need more.
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Let's Pretend the War Is Over by pir8fancier
○ R ○ ~8k ○ Tugger of heartstrings
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The war is over and Draco is alone, fighting demons of a different nature.
This Draco, just. My heart aches for him. I want to gather him up in my arms and keep him safe. Thankfully he has Harry there, who is doing a more sensible job than i would likely manage. How broken Draco is after the war, the friends and family he has lost. How afraid he is of life, and how that manifests into a phobia of the world outside his flat. How he knows he's crazy, but how he slowly begins to realise that Harry might be real. How he's willing to fight to be better, for Harry.
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The day he closed his curtains was the day that the outside became the Outside.
He was now convinced that his old world had just floated away. Without those people he loved anchoring it, there was nothing out there. By logical extension, if you went into the nothing, you became nothing.
So here he was trapped forever in a flat that--when it didn't smell like dead roses--reeked of haddock. Being consoled by a hallucination.
Sounded pretty fucking insane to him.
Very fine hair tickled his nose and he sneezed. The sharp edges of the body hugging him seemed Potter-like.
"Bless you." Potter's baritone was low in his ear. He opened his eyes.
Thin as Thimble by Kay the Cricketed
○ PG-13 ○ ~4.5k ○ Morbid, in a good way
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry comes to visit him in the hospital. Draco would be grateful, if he hadn't lost the power of internal monologue. Twisted.
Warnings: Mention of previous attempted suicide
I was hooked on Draco's lack of internal monologue with this fic. It reads like he's thinking, but then Harry responds, and Draco doesn't understand. He just keeps thinking out loud, and Harry keeps coming back. He accidentally shares snippets and secrets, and Harry falls for him. This is a fic in which Draco isn't going to get better, but Harry saves him anyway, and that kind of ending is so satisfying to me.
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What an odd, lovely world-saving boy, that Mr. Potter. I don't understand why he comes every day and every Tuesday, sitting by my little white bed, in my little white room, stroking my little white hand. Perhaps he likes white. Or little things. Or maybe he's done saving that world and wants to start saving my own. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
"I can't save you, Malfoy," he says wearily, and I offer him an absent smile. Of course you can't, dear, make up is for woman. Mummy can't let her precious little dragon wear something for a girl, now can she?
"… that's horrible," Harry Potter the Wonderful says in slightly horrified disgust. That's alright. Sometimes he hates the things that I think, feeds on the little private thoughts that he picks up, and I can't begrudge him this talent. "They're not private thoughts, you're mumbling out loud," he adds, as though it is of importance to me. Tsk tsk, telling his tricks. That miraculous, odd Harry Potter.
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Let's Pretend the War Is Over by pir8fancier
○ R ○ ~8k ○ Tugger of heartstrings
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: The war is over and Draco is alone, fighting demons of a different nature.
This Draco, just. My heart aches for him. I want to gather him up in my arms and keep him safe. Thankfully he has Harry there, who is doing a more sensible job than i would likely manage. How broken Draco is after the war, the friends and family he has lost. How afraid he is of life, and how that manifests into a phobia of the world outside his flat. How he knows he's crazy, but how he slowly begins to realise that Harry might be real. How he's willing to fight to be better, for Harry.
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Excerpt:
The day he closed his curtains was the day that the outside became the Outside.
He was now convinced that his old world had just floated away. Without those people he loved anchoring it, there was nothing out there. By logical extension, if you went into the nothing, you became nothing.
So here he was trapped forever in a flat that--when it didn't smell like dead roses--reeked of haddock. Being consoled by a hallucination.
Sounded pretty fucking insane to him.
Very fine hair tickled his nose and he sneezed. The sharp edges of the body hugging him seemed Potter-like.
"Bless you." Potter's baritone was low in his ear. He opened his eyes.
Thin as Thimble by Kay the Cricketed
○ PG-13 ○ ~4.5k ○ Morbid, in a good way
Pairings: Harry/Draco
Summary: Harry comes to visit him in the hospital. Draco would be grateful, if he hadn't lost the power of internal monologue. Twisted.
Warnings: Mention of previous attempted suicide
I was hooked on Draco's lack of internal monologue with this fic. It reads like he's thinking, but then Harry responds, and Draco doesn't understand. He just keeps thinking out loud, and Harry keeps coming back. He accidentally shares snippets and secrets, and Harry falls for him. This is a fic in which Draco isn't going to get better, but Harry saves him anyway, and that kind of ending is so satisfying to me.
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What an odd, lovely world-saving boy, that Mr. Potter. I don't understand why he comes every day and every Tuesday, sitting by my little white bed, in my little white room, stroking my little white hand. Perhaps he likes white. Or little things. Or maybe he's done saving that world and wants to start saving my own. Wouldn't that be wonderful?
"I can't save you, Malfoy," he says wearily, and I offer him an absent smile. Of course you can't, dear, make up is for woman. Mummy can't let her precious little dragon wear something for a girl, now can she?
"… that's horrible," Harry Potter the Wonderful says in slightly horrified disgust. That's alright. Sometimes he hates the things that I think, feeds on the little private thoughts that he picks up, and I can't begrudge him this talent. "They're not private thoughts, you're mumbling out loud," he adds, as though it is of importance to me. Tsk tsk, telling his tricks. That miraculous, odd Harry Potter.