H/D Erised Reveals 2025:
Thank you so very much to all our amazing writers, artists, pinch-hitters, readers, commenters, and reccers who once again made this fest such an amazing success!
We'll be going through the works today, revealing the authors on AO3, removing the mod account as a co-author, and adding the creator names to the tumblr headers. We'll be sending the participants a wrap-up email when we've finished with all the final admin things on our end.
Thanks again for making this another brilliant round of Erised! We hope to see you all again next year!
<3 Ali, El, Honey, and Vera
ART:
Draco must confront his fear of space when he and Harry find themselves trapped on the I.S.S. for twenty-eight days.
Curse breakers Harry and Draco travel to Rose Cottage. Will their relationship survive the infamous couples curse?
Two wizards get stuck in a lift. This is how they are found when finally rescued.
Harry throws a party at Grimmauld Place. There is one guest he waits for more than anyone else. Will they show up?
Draco and Harry move in together. Draco avoids a conversation.
While exploring an ancient tomb, Harry calls on his trusted Cursebreaker advisor, Draco Malfoy, to ensure the tomb is safe from traps. And, if he’s lucky, to assist him in the ancient and beloved rite of dancing around one’s old nemesis to the tune of desire, vulnerability, and mutual trust.
It’s a familiar ritual, but one he will never tire of.
Draco’s pretty into it, too.
Harry and Draco collect photos to put together an album, as well as a few pictures for their eyes only…
Harry goes on holiday. So does Draco Malfoy.
Star seeker Harry Potter leads the Ptarmigan Titans to a less than stellar fourth place victory, find out what has him so distracted.
A first kiss in the winter. Now every kiss reminds them of their first winter together.
A strange Magical creature lives in a forest devoid of magic. Harry decides to go after it on a friend’s request and Draco out of necessity. Little do they know what really awaits them.
Fic & Art:
Beauty and the Beast; if Beau were a cannibal, never changed the Beast back into a prince, turned into a beast himself and they lived like beasts together forever more.
Trapped inside a mirror-like dimension with just each other for company, Harry and Draco navigate a world where nothing ever is what it appears.
Harry and Draco stand in line for six hours. It’s less exciting than it sounds.
FIC:
This year’s Season is Draco’s chance to restore his family’s reputation by making a marriage match. Draco is prepared: he’s ready for Theodore Nott’s barbs, for a less-than-stellar bride, for every boring dance step and lukewarm sip of punch.
What he’s not ready for is Harry Potter.
Harry and Draco keep hooking up at out-of-town work events. Back home they pretend like everything’s normal in front of their friends. Both have been fine with this arrangement, until one of them falls in love.
Harry hated Director Boone, the Death Division, and the failing marks on his Trainee Unspeakable Final Record. Harry probably would have hated academic probation, too, if he weren’t busy hating his tutor.
Malfoy does a lot less tutoring than Harry would have thought, and anyway, Malfoy’s clearly Up To Something. Malfoy has a secret, and he knows Harry is determined to figure it out. He’ll even tell him, too, if only Harry can explain why he wants to become an Unspeakable.
Too bad Harry doesn’t have a clue.
Harry lives solo in the Rocky Mountains, and has grown to be one with nature and wild magics.
Desperate for a breakthrough in his arcanoecology research, Draco makes the mistake of listening to his co-worker Luna.
The only fate worse than being held hostage with Potter is being held hostage with Potter under the Veritas curse.
Travel complications leave Draco stranded in a small town in Scotland. Having to make last minute arrangements, he stays in a B&B run by Harry. While his problems are being taken care of, Draco needs to adjust to life in a small cottage along with the infuriating, but oddly endearing, host.
The annoyance of Draco Malfoy looking like a cross between a catwalk model and a wet dream come to life had been a permanent irritant to Harry since fifth-year. No one deserved to look that good while being such a massive twat.
Back from France, back in Harry’s life and back to being a colossal thorn in his side.
Wherever Harry goes, Malfoy is there; stealing his dream job, hijacking his friends and cockblocking him left, right and centre. It can’t be coincidence: Draco Malfoy is most definitely Up To Something.
You’d think things couldn’t get any worse, but throw in an enchanted ring, a mysterious curse and a disgruntled ex-fiancée, and Harry’s suddenly got a lot more trouble than he bargained for.
What’s a newly presented Omega to do when discovering Draco Malfoy as he’s being escorted to Azkaban for a seven-month sentence is his Alpha and Fated Mate? What’s the poor Omega to do when said Alpha rejects him because he feels he’s not worthy and would rather die? Courting him seems to be the best solution.
When Draco Malfoy swans back into Harry’s life, he’s still a pointy, smug git. Some things never change. It’s fine. Malfoy can fix his motorbike, and Harry can ignore him. Besides, Harry’s just matched with a hot guy online, so he’s plenty occupied, and finally settling into his life in Cumbria. Even Malfoy can’t fuck that all up, can he?
Harry balled his hands at his sides. He wished he hadn’t come. He wished he’d never listened to O’Cannon’s show. But more than anything, he wished Draco wasn’t six feet away, treating Harry like an older version of himself, one that Draco had never cared for. Never loved.
“But you didn’t know that’s what would happen, Malfoy. And if something had happened to Teddy, where would you be? Back in Paris avoiding the fallout, as usual.”
Draco is cursed to be a wolfy monster. He summons Harry from another dimension to end the curse.
Middle-aged bachelor Harry sets out to do something about hunger in Wizarding Britain. Draco offers his orchard’s apples, walnuts, and oddly terrible pears. They team up to help when a pair of neglected children enter their lives. There’s a hole in the weather, kids tie toast to apple-trees, and consolatory spumoni is consumed.
After the war, Harry is content on staying well within the confines of Grimmauld Place, thank you very much. That is, until an ominous glow appears from the willow tree at the end of the garden, luring him in, desperate to be seen.
Draco Malfoy has bled, cried, and spent a lot of money to turn his dream apothecary into a real business. Harry Potter is an Auror trying to track tainted love potions that are leaving a path of destruction in their wake. If the two of them stop bickering long enough to work together, they just might be able to crack the case.
Voldemort wins. Harry runs. Draco is getting married.
Harry gripped Malfoy’s forearm and pulled him forward so his tie fell into his soup. “Why does Neville want me to bring you to his party?”
“I told him we were dating,” Malfoy said, reaching down to move his tie.
Harry blinked slowly. He didn’t get what Malfoy was saying. “Why-y would you do that?”
“Because he doesn’t like me. Yet.”
Harry’s spent decades making Haven Children’s Centre the home he always needed, and he’s pretty proud of what he’s done. When new regulations from the Ministry become more than he can handle on his own, Harry might need to ask for help from the last person he ever thought he’d speak to again.
It took Harry many steps to follow Malfoy out into the school grounds, but only one to absolutely blow his mind.
Harry wonders why Malfoy is sending handmade desserts to him through Pansy Parkinson—until Malfoy gifts him with an unexpected treat that soothes all of Harry’s emotional unrest.
In the fall of 1998, Harry finds a dollhouse. In the spring of 2018, he finds his home.
Travelling had been a dream for so long, Harry had accepted it might always remain one. This was just his life: Auroring, self-sacrifice, being there for the people he cares about. And then came Draco.
Or: Three big moments. Two men in love. One unforgettable trip to Paris.
They say there’s a fox in the forest with a pelt of glittering stars.
A bird with wings of fire.
But as Draco enters the forest for the annual hunt to secure his position in the Wizarding elite, no one has warned him of the most fantastical and furious forest denizen of all – Harry Potter.
All Harry has to do is get through today, the Ministry Christmas Party, and then go home to a Christmas full of Weasleys, Weasley descendants, and far too much food. It is surprising how many ways one day can go sideways.
Amoris vulnus idem sanat, qui facit. The Malfoy curse was cruel: when the heart breaks, the body follows. Draco has carried the wound in silence, his body and soul bound to the one who unknowingly shattered him. But fate is merciless, because who should cross the threshold but Harry Potter, like a book that simply refuses to stay closed?
Malfoy was up to something. Or something was up with Malfoy. Either way, it couldn’t be Harry’s fault that he was irrevocably drawn to him.
This is a story about a journey to distant shores, about redefining who you are, about a change of perspective.
Sometimes, family is two deranged ex-boyfriends and the sentient magical house caught in the middle.
In desperate need of some place out where the Prophet won’t harass him, Harry asks Ginny for a recommendation. He’s not expecting the cafe she recommends to be owned by none other than Draco Malfoy.
Ever since he left the Wizarding World behind, Draco has had to work in the Muggle world, not having the safety blanket of his family fortune to support him now after the war. He ends up the owner of a “haunted” cafe, when the “ghost” grows so worrisome that the previous owner and his fellow employees fled, not wanting to be on the receiving end of its violence. The only thing is, neither Draco nor Harry have actually seen the ghost, despite seeing the evidence of there being one.
Harry thinks there’s more to the mystery than that. And, unfortunately for Draco’s sanity, Harry loves mysteries.
Harry Potter has got everything under control.
Harry’s summer begins with the energy and gusto of a piece of cake falling into a cup of tea and disintegrating into a sad, damp mess.
And then he gets fucking stuck in Draco Malfoy’s cottage for a weekend.
They had agreed to an arrangement of sorts, but try as he might, Harry had never been very good at obeying rules.
It was by complete accident, how Harry ended up taking a restraining order out against Draco Malfoy.
Harry’s drawn up the divorce papers; all Draco has to do is sign them.
Harry just has to get through a day of tasting birthday cakes with Draco, find something he likes, and not blurt out anything embarrassing about his feelings.
It’s only cakes, prepared in experimental bakeries and steeped in centuries of magical tradition. How could that possibly go wrong?
When Draco Malfoy wakes on the eleventh of November he knows, deep in his core, that it’s going to be a bad day. What he doesn’t know is that it’s going to be the same bad day, over and over again, and for once it’s not even his fault.
Featuring: the Department of Moving Bodies, the ever-expanding multiverse and the unending march of fate, Harry Potter having a plan, and one very dubious revenge scheme.
Harry and Draco touch wood.
“Bring him back,” Hermione says quietly. “You owe it to us.”Draco inclines his head, tightens the straps of his pack, and tips one foot into the smoke to step through the billowing Veil.
Or: Harry died at the Battle of Hogwarts. Draco journeys to bring him back.
Potter was pure grace on a bike. The pedal seemed to flow effortlessly from his foot, the wheel spun with his leg as one. Draco fucking hated it.
“Fuck the Manor. Take your pants off.”
Harry and Draco are trapped.
