Draco : I Love You With Every Inch Of My Dick ;)

Draco : I love you with every inch of my dick ;)

Harry :

Harry : That's a lot of inches

Draco doesn’t believe in miracles.

He’s five years old and his favourite peacock just died. He’s crying and he asks his father to make it come back.

Coming back from the dead is a miracle and miracles don’t exist, Draco. And act like a man. Men don’t cry.

Draco never dared to ask for a miracle to happen again. He wants to be a man. He wants to be like his father.

Now Draco’s twenty-four.

He looks across the room and meets green eyes. Messy black hair. Round ‘out-of-fashion’ glasses.

Everyone’s looking at those same green eyes. But only Draco’s getting their gaze back. Only Draco’s getting the smile spreading on that face.

There, Draco thinks. Miracle.

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For @drarrymicrofic February prompt, Miracle.

l M a O I don’t know what happened but here we are…

I saw this text post on a million accounts and at least wanted to credit daily-drarry but the blog is just… gone? Dead. Undetectable. VANISHED. It’s weird.

ANYWAY, have this whack-ass comic thing and enjoy your day/night/quarantine^^

Rita Skeeter: I’m gonna ask you to be respectful here.

Harry: I will politely decline.

Lucius:

Harry: *coughing*

Ron: He’s allergic to rich white people.

sometimes it takes a bit of alcohol to activate harry’s gryffindor courage

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this was a gift for @crimsonhead-ache for gwb mistletoe exchange! you can find the whole collection on ao3 here 😊