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Harry Potter Non-Canon Ships Comment Ficathon

THE RULES ARE THUS:

1. WHAT MAKES A NON-CANON SHIP? Anything that is not at least one-sided in the books. This means that Snape/Lily is canon, even if she may (or may not) have ever reciprocated. Bellatrix/Voldemort is canon. Lavendar/Ron is canon. Obviously everyone who's married and/or dates is canon. OBHWF is canon, Harry/Cho is canon. Ships that are not stated as fact in the books are not canon. That means UC ships are good, slash is good, femslash is good. For our purposes, we are not counting JKR's interviews as canon. That means that if you wanted to prompt, say, who knows, Hannah/Neville, you could, because it's not in the text itself.

2. You leave a comment with a pairing and a prompt. You respond to prompts that you like. Your prompt must pertain to a non-canon ship. You may specify a character within that ship if you want the fic written from that characters perspective. You may also specify a timeline if you'd like, or if you want it to take place in the movie!verse.

3. When writing fic, put in your title SHIP - TITLE OF FIC (rating optional). This will help us archive if we later archive things. I don't have time to archive anything right now, but if someone wants to volunteer, we can make that happen.

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ETA:

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Draco/Pansy, we talked about our childhood, like a dream we were convinced of

Draco doesn't remember what happened in the war. He took his aunt's lessons to heart, clutched them close like a mewling kitten, held them and stroked them until that was all he had left, and Occlumency shut away the horrors to leave his world soft and purring. I tried to talk with him about it once, once and once only, and his screams echoed in my ears until I fled weeping. Draco doesn't remember, and I cannot bring myself to remind him, because what he remembers instead is when we were young and laughing.

He does not remember what he did or why he's here, does not remember why his walls are stone and his bed is steel. He remembers the flower crown I wove and made him wear that May. He remembers the sunshine that warmed our bodies that June. He remembers the promise I gave him that July.

He doesn't remember after.

In Draco's world, he is sixteen, always sixteen, and his father will be home any day now, just you wait. He's sixteen and it's summer and he's lying beside me in sweet meadow grass, with his hand on my thigh and his lips on my throat and tell me again, Pansy, tell me again. He's sixteen and I'm arching up beneath him with grass in my hair and skirts to my waist and yes, Draco, please. He's sixteen and we're immortal and the only marks on his body are left by my teeth in his shoulder and my nails on his back.

When his eyes start to darken, I push back his fringe and lay kisses on his eyelids. When he drags his palm across the faded brand in his arm, I pull down his sleeve and lay kisses on his wrist. He doesn't remember the blood and the fear, and I want him to live in forgetting. I sit on the steel bed, lean back on the stone wall, and he pillows his head on my lap. I pretend I cannot see how sharp his hips are beneath the striped trousers, pretend I cannot feel the ridges of his ribs. I stroke his hair and lace his fingers in mine and I tell him about the streams and hills of our childhood. I tell him remember, we were young and laughing.

Remember, we chased toads and newts and got mud in our shoes. Remember, we ate berries until our mouths were purple and our bellies ached. Remember, we lay on moss in the shadow of a Roman wall and we kissed for the first time before either of us knew how to spell kiss. Remember, we traded Chocolate Frog cards because we didn't have rings, and I still carry mine in my pocket because he wrote DM+PP in one corner.

He is sixteen, and the stone walls are the cave where he first saw me bare to skin, and the steel bed is the rock under my back as he kissed me from instep to earlobe, and my short nose and square jaw are beautiful when reflected in his eyes. He sits up and he looks at me, and there is sunshine and summer in his smile. Pansy, he says, his voice full of that child's glee, that young man's awe. Pansy, I love you.

I set my head against his shoulder and turn my face to his neck so he cannot see the tears and he'll never remember anything except when we were young and laughing.

there was always a part of me that shipped these two.

very lovely.

Thank you! XD

Oh, god, this killed me. Such a lovely interpretation of the prompt. I love the Draco withering away in a cell and being so mad that he doesn't even realize. And I love that Pansy keeps visiting him and quietly lets him believe that they really are still young and in love.

Remember, we chased toads and newts and got mud in our shoes. Remember, we ate berries until our mouths were purple and our bellies ached. Remember, we lay on moss in the shadow of a Roman wall and we kissed for the first time before either of us knew how to spell kiss. Remember, we traded Chocolate Frog cards because we didn't have rings, and I still carry mine in my pocket because he wrote DM+PP in one corner.

Oh, this whole part. Such beautifully simple childhood things, the same things that we all do when we're kids. It feels so tender and easy and loving.

Thank you very much. So glad you enjoyed! Draco/Pansy is my second OTP, and they often feel so melancholy to me that I had to snag this.

Ohmygod, this is beautifully done and so heartrending at the same time. Really, really lovely.

Thank you! I felt bad for breaking them like that, but it's what wanted to be done. :)

HARRY POTTER NON-CANON SHIPS COMMENT FICATHON

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Draco/Pansy - When we were young and laughing

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