Link: Livejournal or A03.
Length/Word Count: ~47000
Switching?/Notes: No switching but the bottoming is from the top.
Why everyone should read/look at this: This is a beautiful, slowly-building fic where Harry finds Draco living as a muggle in Vienna after the war. Draco's reasons for doing so are creative but ring true at the same time, and I haven't really read anything else like it in fandom.
Seizing the chance for a snide remark of his own, Harry pointed at Malfoy's card that was still on the table. "You know, I really wouldn't have thought I'd live to see you having a telephone number, let alone an email address."
Malfoy was unfazed. "It's rather hard to communicate without a phone, isn't it? Besides, it's not exactly a huge task to use it, once you've figured out the basics. Although I admit I'm rather surprised you know about email."
Harry frowned. "In case you didn't notice, I grew up among Muggles."
"And left when you were eleven, didn't you? Hogwarts isn't exactly keen on encouraging the Muggleborns to remain functional in their own world."
"That's because 'their world' is the wizarding world, Malfoy!"
"Yes, yes, I didn't say anything against that, did I?" Malfoy raised his hands in mock surrender. "Still, after learning a bit about the Muggle world myself, it seems to me that your average Muggleborn would have a hard time returning to it after Hogwarts, don't you think? Have you ever seen Granger use a computer? I bet you haven't, and I suppose that goes for the rest of them, too."
Harry frowned. "You don't know that for certain."
"Oh, but I think I do." Malfoy's grin was infuriatingly superior, as if he were laughing about a joke that had gone over Harry's head. "The fact that you were so surprised to see me was all the confirmation I needed. Ironic, isn't it? Everyone back in Britain is probably still wondering what became of me when all it would take to find me is a bleeding Google search."