Mochiface here~ this is gonna be a (short?) cute queer fic. 8th Year.
I've had it in my mind for a long while that I'd love to write about non-binary students at Hogwarts (and in the wider world of Harry Potter): being non-binary myself.
If you have strong (rude) opinions about gender non-conformity and non-binary people just don't read my fic. This is for me, and for any of you that
wanted more from Harry Potter than some Straight-Cis-White™ narratives. Much love~
Anything different from the books is my artistic liberties, as well as some adopted headcanons from fandom.
The rest belongs to the original creator J. K. Rowling . This is purely for fun - no copyright infringement is intended.
Part 1: Witches and Wizards and...
Draco Malfoy took the steps slowly, feet unsure this was where they wanted to go. Halfway up, shivering from anxiety, Draco abandoned his plan to visit the Astronomy Tower and fled back to the dormitories. It was already second-term and although he had tried many times since returning Draco still couldn't revisit that place.
At the entrance to the Slytherin common room, an accumulation of posters with varying degrees of artistic skill and charms to animate the pictures were posted on a newly installed noticeboard. They fluttered as Draco rushed past. In his haste he did not even register the noise.
One of the flyers detached itself from the board, folded itself up and cheekily tucked itself into the pocket of Draco's trousers.
After the militant regime imposed on Hogwarts in the last few years, under the Ministry first then followed by the Death Eaters take-over, the rules had been reviewed by Headmaster McGonagall and were more liberal than ever. This lead to a lot more extracurricular groups formed by students getting approved. It seemed everyone wanted reasons to spend less time alone.
Among the new groups was the W.W.S, founded by none other than Hermione Granger. Like with the beginning of S.P.E.W, which she started back in fourth year, there weren't any members and even less information about what W.W.S was.
No doubt though that this new group would be a some kind of rights endeavour, political in nature and calling for change - those who knew Hermione well felt sure of that.
It was a neatly designed W.W.S flyer that found it's way into Draco Malfoy's pocket that afternoon, whatever clever charms Hermione had woven into the the parchment and ink clearly decided that's where it should be. As usual, Hermione and her magic were probably if not unequivocally right.
Harry heard the words "-sex education-" barreling down the portrait tunnel as soon as the portrait swung open to let him through. Hermione was giving a speech it seemed, excitedly, but to whom? Harry wondered. In the common room the scene made Harry laugh a little. Hermione; a witch clever, quick and mature standing on a foot stool as she spoke before a not so captive audience made up of just Ron Weasley. Ron looked a little pink, but at the sight of Harry relief flooded his face.
"Harry!" Ron cried "she's been making me listen to this for hours!"
"Oh Ronald, really!" Hermione chided "it's only been twenty minutes."
"Feels like forever..." Ron complained.
The trio had a laugh and chatted about trivial stuff. The things that students of their age talk about, trivial only when compared to the years of solving mysteries with their lives on the line. But it was triviality - the right to care about little things - that the students of Hogwarts had earned when their childhoods were bulldozed by a war. And they were damn well going to have that cake, eat it, and talk about how good it tastes too.
That night, at the start-of-term feast Headmaster McGonagall invited Hermione - as the Eighth Year Head Prefect - to say a few words about additions to the curriculum. Some students audibly groaned, but many harvested a serious and grateful respect towards Hermione; fresh in their minds was her crucial part in the fall of Voldemort.
"Hogwarts has risen from the ashes and Headmaster McGonagall and I agree the only way to respect this triumphant - albeit wibbly -" referring to the complications they bumped up with repairing the castle (though they assured the castle they were trying to help, it was a bit miffed at being in ruins to begin with and wouldn't cooperate with the clean up efforts) "-victory is to improve and add to the curriculum,"
There were mixed murmurs throughout the hall, no doubt remembering the last time there were changes to the curriculum at Hogwarts: Umbridge. A name that sent shivers through all that had encountered her.
"As not to cause too much disruption in our normal routines there are only two additions. A new topic included in Defense Against the Dark Arts, that will cover safe practices of magic, as well as a new separate class for Sex Education."
The Great Hall erupted into laughter and frenzied gossiping, friends poking friends with lewd comments to whisper to each other and others protesting loudly. Hermione tsked a bit, but McGonagall had a look of amusement.
"Year 3s to 8s will find that Sex Ed will be now included in your timetables. Thank you all for your time."
There was a round of applause and wolf-whistles. Clearly students thought it was hilarious.
Ron leaned toward Harry and grumbled "They think it's funny now, but wait till we actually have to go to those classes."
"Don't worry, Ron. I'm sure you'll be able to catch up." Harry joked, laughing even harder as Ron lunged at him.
"So if that wasn't the 'Big Surprise' you wrote about, 'Mione," Ron said after dinner "I dread to think what it's going to be." Harry nodded, amused but in agreement.
"Well," Hermione said, leading them to the library "I didn't want to tell you both in letters because I'd like to be able to answer your questions straight away. Of which I trust will be tasteful and respectful." She stopped and gave them both stern looks. "Over the break I met someone who has become very dear to me..." Harry glanced sideways at Ron, who gave him a sheepish look. He and Hermione had broken up, a little detail Ron had neglected to mention to Harry.
Arriving at their destination Hermione said "This is my partner Melody," interrupting the frantic charades between Harry and Ron: 'when did this happen?' 'sorry! slipped my mind!'.
They turned to the person Hermione was introducing. 'Melody': a tall pale girl with straight black hair down to her waist, standing by a trolley of . Ron nodded at them, which Harry noted - so he was the last to meet her.
Melody and Hermione looked about as opposite as possible, with Hermione's shrub of frizzy brown hair and warm, light-brown skin; short stature and curvy body. Melody on the other hand was long-limbed and straight as a bean pole and the only colour on her skin was some acne scars and a dusting of pink on her cheeks and above the neckline of her shirt.
Ron was incredibly awkward, avoiding looking at Melody while trying to look like he wasn't. He had met Melody before, that was true. Introduced to him by Hermione as her 'friend', but this was frankly a shock. He was trying to keep his reactions contained, for his sake as much as anyone else's.
"Nice to meet you Melody," Harry said with an outstretched hand which Melody took firmly "you're in Ravenclaw right?" He asked, as she strangely hadn't changed into her robes yet. He vaguely remembered her face but only as a whisper in the crowds of almost-acquaintances you file away from school.
Melody smiled. "That I am, Harry Potter. Hope you're prepared to lose the Cup to us this year." Melody grinned at Harry's surprise. Hermione looked deeply relieved.
"Mel's the keeper for Ravenclaw," Hermione said proudly. "They've been training hard this summer," Hermione squeezed Melody's hand and raised it above their heads with a silly little "Go Ravenclaw!" cheer.
"Traitor!" Harry said in faux outrage, and they all laughed. Harry could see how tremendously happy Hermione was, and it would have been almost sickening if Harry was the kind of person to find it so. (Ron certainly did). However they'd all been through enough that Harry was overjoyed to see his friend giddy and energized.
"I look forward to the season," he called out to them as Ron dragged him away. Hermione and Melody whooped.
As Draco Malfoy undressed to get ready for bed, he heard a rustle from his trouser pocket. With confusion he retrieved the neatly folded piece of parchment. He opened it slowly, half expecting some kind of cursed letter. The simple yet elegant poster read, title in gold lettering and information in black ink:
W.W.S
"Witches, Wizards and... Spellcasters"
A Non-Binary Magical Assembly
Thursday Evenings at 6
Study Nook in the Turret off the 5th floor
Come along to talk, cast spells and have a space.
Hosted by Hermione Granger and Melody Blossom
For some reason he couldn't yet fathom, half undressed and alone in his room, Draco Malfoy started to cry.