master!dragon

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

After serving their time under house arrest and probation after the war, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott take a gap year to explore the world outside Wizarding Britain and to learn about themselves away from the Pureblood bullshit they've been raised in. When they find themselves in NYC's West Village, surrounded by Muggles of all kinds, they stumble upon someone they had feared was lost forever... but not forgotten.

“I only came here to know when the new bed’s arriving. Just couldn't remember the gosh darn date.” Harry and Karkaroff stare. Draco merely looks back, an expression of polite expectation on his face. “You mean you’re not here to… you’re not here to rescue me?” Harry asks, shock written in every feature. An exaggerated expression of surprise takes over Draco’s face, “Not at all! I know you can take care of yourself, darling.” Harry groans. OR The one where Harry is a precious baby who doesn't thinks he needs protection (SPOILER ALERT: he does) and Karkaroff and his disgusting teeth kidnap him. But BAMF!Draco will mow down the person who dares to touch his fiance. Not without throwing a melodramatic bitchfit, though.