So I Wrote A Quick Little Drarry Drabble Based On This Post I Stumbled Across A Few Days Ago. I Would

So I wrote a quick little Drarry drabble based on this post I stumbled across a few days ago. I would recommend reading it before reading this.

Summary: Soulmate AU (better described in post linked above)

Word Count: 418

Pairing: Drarry

A/N: The writing in bold was borrowed directly from J.K. Rowling’s writing originally in the books. It is not mine. I don’t think there are any warnings, but let me know if there should be!

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“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

And he knew he was wrong the moment he said it, for a burning sensation tingled down his arm to his wrist. Harry’s words rang in his ears as he felt a light crimson rise to his face.

No, I’m far too young, he thought. It can’t be real. Father didn’t feel Mum’s words until after they left Hogwarts.

But that night in his new dorm, after an evening of chattered excitement over a divine feast, he found his fear to be true. The tattooed words he had memorised for years were gone. He had found his soulmate, but not until just after losing him.

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“Well, Draco?” said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. “Is it? Is it Harry Potter?”

“I can’t— I can’t be sure,” said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback, and seemed as scared of looking at Harry as Harry was of looking at him.

Though he remained silent to prevent his identity from being revealed, Harry felt a prickle along his arm, not unlike the burning of his scar he had long grown used to. But this tingling confused him more than the pain of his scar ever had. Harry knew he had seen a glint of recognition in Draco’s eyes, before the latter had refused to hold eye contact. He had lied for Harry. And the sensation he felt along the skin beneath his torn sleeve was one that had been described to him by many, including Ron about Hermione one night at the Burrow.

The words that had been left on his arm earlier than the scar on his head, that Dudley had made fun of, saying Harry would never find the one who would utter them. He had wondered why his words were quite so plain, and if Cho or Ginny might have been the one to make them fade. But no, the one who made Harry’s tattoo fade was the one he would have guessed least likely. His worst enemy, Malfoy himself, had lied for him, and in doing so, revealed himself to be Harry’s soulmate.

That thought, to Harry, hurt more than the searing pain of his scar ever could.

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Lily: What are you doing?

James, hanging upside down from monkey bars: Trying to kiss you?

Lily: You’re gonna fall.

James: Shut up and kiss me, asshole, I’m getting lightheaded.

Harry: *unbuttoning shirt* God, it’s so hot in here.

Draco: I know that, but why are you unbuttoning my shirt?

before reading— this isn’t normally the kind of thing i would post on this account, but i’m in a lot of feels tonight and needed to write down all the thoughts in my head.

it’s kind of funny how much a fandom can simultaneously mean to you as well hurt you. i still cry every time i watch dobby die on the beach at shell cottage, and every time i watch the weasleys surround fred’s corpse. my heart still breaks when i watch harry reject draco’s handshake, and swells with warmth when the golden trio is together in the remains of the castle after the battle of hogwarts. my soul aches for 14 year old neville watching a spider writhe at the curse that destroyed his parents, and i wish i could reach out and hold the hand of teddy lupin as he grows up without his parents.

this fandom. this wonderful fandom. these books, amazing as they are, as well as their retelling in the form of movies. the world that it’s grown into on this website and on many other platforms. this universe created at the hands of an author i strive to write as well as, and the magic it brought to my life. it made me who i am, taught me the morals i hold, brought me closer to friends i likely wouldn’t have otherwise made. it made me and it still somehow breaks me. it will always mean so much to me, regardless of what my loved ones as well as strangers may think about my obsession.

harry potter, ronald weasley, molly weasley, neville longbottom, luna lovegood, albus dumbledore, minerva mcgonagall, remus lupin, james and lily potter, sirius black, dobby, and so many other incredible characters shaped who i’ve become and who i have yet to be. this world means everything to me, yet i hate that it holds this power over me.

Harry, angrily: Fuck me.

Draco: *mumbles* If you really want me to.

Harry: What?

Draco: I SAID ‘AS IF ANYONE WOULD EVEN WANT TO.’

Seamus: Relax. Just act mature.

Neville: Mature, got it.

[later, on a date]

Luna: So what do you do for fun?

Neville, in a serious voice: Taxes.