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“Don’t give me that.” James corners him against the wall, his voice rising.  “Merlin, you know I’m so tired of this. Do you see what we do to Severus every day for the way he acts? And you’re just as bad as him.” He pauses. 

Regulus tries to say something but his tongue feels numb and clumsy in his mouth.

“You know what, maybe you’re worse,” James continues quieter, “because you know what you’re doing is wrong but you’re too scared to change.” He shoves Regulus in the chest and he stumbles backwards, his back hitting the wall in a solid thump.

“I’m sorry,” Regulus whispers. “But you know I don’t have a choice.”

“That's the thing,” James hisses, “You do. I keep hoping you’ll understand but I’m realizing that you’re nothing like Sirius, you’ll never be like him. And it’s killing me because I still love you. That’s the worst part about this.” His voice cracks, furious tears cling to his eyelashes. “I love you Regulus and I don’t deserve it. He pulls away, stepping neatly backwards. “This is not what I deserve.”

Regulus stands frozen against the wall as James stalks down the hallway. Love, he thinks numbly, is that what this is?

An excerpt from my new wip: when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

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when you go (leave your shadow behind) 

pairing: Regulus Black/James Potter, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

summary:

The door opens and the light from the hall pours through, illuminating a silhouette. Regulus feels the air freeze in his lungs as he tracks his gaze frantically over rumpled brown hair and wide eyes.

“James!? What are you doing here?” His voice comes out a croak, cracked and an octave too low. Hesitantly he steps closer only to find himself twisted backwards and slammed violently against the wall.

“I’m not James.” The boy says roughly, his green eyes flashing as he jabs his wand directly into Regulus’s neck. “James is dead.”

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Maybe when the stakes become most violent is when we become what we resemble most, Regulus thinks. He stares into the cool gray eyes of his mother until the pain knocks his legs out from under him and he tumbles unceremoniously onto the floor.

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When people ask how I am doing I want to say 

i think i will spend the rest of my life in a flinch. on the edge of a precipice. counting all the almosts and shivering in the silent air where your name echoes like a gunshot.

Awwww I’m so glad you enjoy my writing 💜🧡

Harry would prefer to spend the entire night glued to Draco’s side listening to him gossip with Theo about Kingsley’s extracurricular activities, or watching him aggressively teaching Ginny how to tango, but eventually he gets ripped away by Dean who needs an emergency consult on if Seamus is flirting with him or not, and the conversations seems to take about three hundred years so by the time it’s finished Draco’s been swallowed up by the crowd.

When Harry finds him he’s in the back of the pub by the pool tables. Pansy is perched on the edge of the one next to him, her feet kicking back and forth rhythmically. As Draco speaks to her she leans forward exposing more cleavage than Harry had ever thought possible. She tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder and blinks up at him.

No way, Harry’s not stupid. He knows what it looks like when someone’s trying to pull. He strides confidently towards them and wraps a casual hand around Draco’s side, slotting in next to him. Draco’s body relaxes immediately. He looks away from Pansy and runs his fingers carefully through Harry’s hair. Harry watches as Pansy’s eyes narrow and then widen.

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Omg this is so so sweet ❤️ I’m so flattered to be on this list with such amazing blogs. Thank youuuuu

no matter how cool we try to act every single one of us has had a moment where some blog we looked up to followed us back and we felt for a second like we truly made it

A fluffy fic for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: Angel Baby by Troye Sivan. I love Troye so this was such a fun prompt to do! Hope you all enjoy this piece :) 

Draco shows up drunk. Harry can tell he’s drunk because he opens the front door and immediately stumbles straight into the umbrella holder. There’s a small grin on his lips and when Harry reaches over to help him up Draco leans into his chest and his lips stretch wider. Harry watches as his smile grows teeth. 

“Congratulations,” Draco whispers, his hot breath tickling Harry’s ear. 

“Congratulations on what?” Harry asks just as quietly. He leans in, watches Draco’s lashes flutter dark against his opalescent skin. 

“Having the hottest boyfriend ever, of course,” Draco says flippantly. He shifts backing up slightly to shimmy off his tailored suit jacket. 

“Obviously,” Harry chuckles. He takes the cloth from Draco’s hands and settles in gently on the coat rack. 

Draco crowds back into his space. His hand falls to Harry’s solar plexus pushing him back against the wall. 

When their eyes meet Harry’s breath catches. When their lips meet his chest relaxes all at once in a muffled gasp. Harry likes the idea that Draco’s body has become his breath, that with every rise and fall of his lungs Draco’s pulse will beat faster. 

He thinks he could stand here forever, the hard wall digging into his back, his body cradled in the careful warmth of Draco’s arms.

Her Loss

People expect her suffering to be beautiful,  like death floats in on gossamer wings and she mourns  by a windowsill, her tears few and far between, meaningful like diamonds, even her grief must be free of flaws,  her loss becomes a sacrifice, an inspiration, afterwards  she will volunteer at a soup kitchen, run a marathon, become a doctor, a therapist, a silent wife. She finds herself  in the quiet, she is always lurking in the dark, every gentle word she speaks feels like screaming into an empty hallway, she bites her tongue until it bleeds and everyone calls her  strong.

An Ode to My Regret After Olivia Gatwood 

You wilting white lily blooming fresh in my lungs,  pity driven traveler hiking desert with no trail, I could  describe you forever as a ghost, I could learn  the name of every trip and tear of you,  but I know you my sodden heart, my fingers  scratched angry and raw from your sandpaper, are more than they pin you as, because what are you if not a recognition,  that maybe we had something good once,  like when you tumbled head first off the back of Eli’s bike and afterwards  with tears in your eyes, you smiled  and told me that it felt like flying, crimson trickled down your legs and stained the thick cream carpet but the next summer  your skin had budded and opened into a rose of a scar,  you are born from an ending,  I would never have been ready for, you sucker punch  intruder, gentle fingers picking all the locks,  taking everything and leaving only flowers, this house is full to bursting with your scent, now, when I look at my reflection you look back at me, scarlet lips and pointed teeth,  your bite would teach anyone to bleed, I only forgive you  in the soft dusk, you set my body down gently,  and I dissolve, when I wake I will find myself again in the deep blue of your eyes

Another fic for the @drarrymicrofic prompt: shattered. As always with my first person pieces thanks to @phoebe-delia for the amazing advice, you can find their post on how to write in first person here

I am not totally whole yet but I am the next best thing.

By the next best thing, I mean that I am alive and I am drunk and I cannot even feel pain as I watch the bright red blood drip down my knuckles and pool on the wooden table. 

Draco is beside me. I watch as he tips a shot back past glistening lips. His adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. 

I want to reach out and touch him but I’m worried that someone will watch the red stains of my fingers press against his opalescent skin and tell me that I am staining everything. 

I am always staining everything. 

I love this! Makes me think of The Life of The Party by Olivia Gatwood who is another amazing poet that everyone should check out :)

The Woman Dies | Aoko Matsuda | Granta Magazine

For Reasons Unseen

Ron asked her who she meant when she said there was someone else and she found she couldn’t tell him. 

She could feel the  name on the tip of her tongue, on the edge of her lips. Two syllables pouring through her blood stream, pounding on a loop tied to the beat of her heart. 

“It doesn’t matter,” she told him, flicking her fingers in a dismissive swipe of her hand. “Nothing’s ever going to come of it anyways.”

Ron watched her, his cheeks pale in the firelight, his lips pressed together in a firm like. 

When he got up and left without a word it felt like the aftermath of an earthquake, when everything is strange and silent and the ground  beneath your feet has shifted forever.

Harry would prefer to spend the entire night glued to Draco’s side listening to him gossip with Theo about Kingsley's extracurricular activities, or watching him aggressively teaching Ginny how to tango, but eventually he gets ripped away by Dean who needs an emergency consult on if Seamus is flirting with him or not, and the conversations seems to take about three hundred years so by the time it’s finished Draco’s been swallowed up by the crowd.

When Harry finds him he’s in the back of the pub by the pool tables. Pansy is perched on the edge of the one next to him, her feet kicking back and forth rhythmically. As Draco speaks to her she leans forward exposing more cleavage than Harry had ever thought possible. She tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder and blinks up at him.

No way, Harry’s not stupid. He knows what it looks like when someone’s trying to pull. He strides confidently towards them and wraps a casual hand around Draco’s side, slotting in next to him. Draco’s body relaxes immediately. He looks away from Pansy and runs his fingers carefully through Harry’s hair. Harry watches as Pansy’s eyes narrow and then widen.

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tonight my sleep will be restless 

this is an expert from my @drarry-spin-the-wheel-fest work. My prompts are Werewolf Harry or Draco and Meet Ugly. I’ve hit some writers block and I think I just need to know that someone enjoys the direction of this fic to inspire me to keep writing it haha. Hope ya’ll enjoy! 

“Don’t try to tell me you didn’t know Draco was in Scotland,” Harry spits through the fire. Blaise rubs his eyes groggily. He’s wearing an emerald green dressing gown embroidered with what looks like giant golden butterflies. The Slytherins have always had a bit of a wild fashion sense. 

“I didn’t know Draco was in Scotland?” Blaise has always been a terrible liar. 

“You’re a terrible liar,” Harry says angrily. 

Blaise smiles nervously. “Okay you caught me, I knew Draco was in Scotland.” 

“I can’t believe you,” Harry looks down and finds that his knuckles are clenched into fists, his knuckles stand out white against his tanned skin. He knows it isn’t good for him to wind himself up like this but he can’t help it. “You knew he was here and you encouraged me to buy the house RIGHT NEXT DOOR to him?!” 

“Um, yes. That might be exactly what I did.” Blaises curls his lip into a small smirk, “But isn’t it great? Now he can keep an eye on you.” 

“Don’t tell me you set this up because you thought Draco Malfoy would be a prime candidate for watching over the Savior of the Wizarding World. You didn’t think that the second he realized something strange was going on he would go straight to the press?” Harry demands. 

Blaise’s eyes widen slightly, “I didn’t really think about that,” He admits. “But he’s changed a lot since the war. I’m sure he won’t do that.” 

“Oh perfect. You didn’t think of that?!! What were you thinking about then?”

“Oh,” Blaise says brightly, “How when me and Ginny come to visit we can see both of you instead of taking portkeys to different places.” 

“So,” Harry’s voice comes out low, a dangerous strain to his words. “You’re telling me I bought a house in the middle of nowhere only to find out that Draco Malfoy is my neighbor all because you and Ginny wanted simple travel plans?”

“Well yes,” Blaise admits gingerly, scooting back from his fireplace a little as if he thinks Harry might reach through the flames and shove him. “When I think about it like that it does seem a little silly.” 

Harry shakes his head and forces himself to take a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth just like the sodding meditation practice Hermione is always forcing him to do. 

“Fine,” He grits out. “I’ll figure out how to handle it. But you have to tell Draco that it’s your fault I’m here. I don’t want him thinking I’m some obsessive stalker.” 

“Hm, I actually think that maybe that could be avoided? You see-” 

“No,” Harry says, “You tell him or I’ll tell Ginny about the time you stole her favorite dress to wear to Pansy’s drag party.” 

“Okay,” Blaise says, clenching his jaw. “I’m sure it won’t be a big deal. He’ll forgive me immediately.” 

“Whatever you need to tell yourself Blaise.”

Harry ends the firecall and slumps onto the rug. 

Omg it means so much to me that people like my fics enough to rec them to people! I had a hard week seeing this made me feel so much better 💜💙

I think I forgot to rec you these.

This

And this

Both by @ravena-wrote

These are hurt/comfort more like. First one has jealous!Harry and jealous!Draco

YAAAYYYYYYYYYYY JEALOUS HARRY AND DRACO MY BELOVED 🤲🤲

I loved participating in this fic fest so so much! Everyone wrote such beautiful pieces. Please check them out 💙💜

We did it, folks! The Candy Hearts Challenge has once again drawn to a close and brought to us over 50 wonderful Wolfstar works! I want to thank everyone who took part in this fest with me. Running it is one of my favourite things to do in the Wolfstar fandom.

Spring is just round the corner, candy hearts all round the world are gathering dust in the clearance bin, and it’s time for me to post the Candy Hearts Challenge Masterlist!

Key: ♥ FANART ♥ TEXT (NOT FANFIC) ♥ FANFIC ♥ PLAYLIST ♥ GRAPHIC (NOT FANART)

♥ RELAX by @maraudorable

♥ CUDDLE ME by @kattlupin

♥ BEST MATE by @someusername

♥ I SPY by @demonbanisher

♥ SAY YES by @nani-inthehouse

♥ 2 THE STARS by @eyra

♥ ADORBZ by @theonlywolfpants

♥ TAKE ME OUT by @prettyremus

♥ HOT WHEELS by @artymakeart

♥ JE T’AIME by @cafe-y-marauders

♥ COOL KID by @greyeyedmonster-18

♥ BROWN EYES by @wrapped-up

♥♥ LIKE YOU by @theresthesnitch

♥ MOON BEAM by @mlim8

♥♥ KISS KISS by @starstruck4moony

♥ WEB SITE by @mooncat457writing

♥ YOU’RE AWESOME by @omg-someone-actually

♥ KISS ME by @engie-ivy

♥ 2000 KISSES by @lamesiscanon

♥ LOVER by @givemetherapyimawritingtravesty

♥ I HOPE by @roemaencepartnaerr

♥♥ SUGAR PIE by @thirdwheelerjames

♥♥ LYMY by @titstraction

♥ HOT LIPS by @ravena-wrote

♥ SMILE by @blue-lily-flower

♥ LUV U 24/7 by @siriuslythatbitch

♥ HI BABY by @signifiquint

♥ HAPPY HARRY by @supremearcadewinner

♥ IN STYLE by @questions-forthe-marauders

♥ YOU ARE LATE by @kember-writes

♥ TTYL by kattlupin

♥ SIT ON ME by @goodboylupin

♥ SIT ON ME by goodboylupin

♥ DON’T by @aqua-myosotis

♥ E MAIL by @halictus-writer

♥ #1 FAN by @up-to-some-good

♥ UR THE BEST by @krethes

♥ WONDER STRUCK by @dancersock

♥ MON AMOUR by @ldajches

♥♥ SWING TIME by @sunflower-swan

♥ NAIL ME by @aryastark-valarmorghulis

♥ RECIPE 4 LOVE by @coffeeaddicted5

♥ TRES CHIC by @neondomino

♥ OOH LA LA by @black-sparroww

♥ BE A SPORT by goodboylupin

♥ YOU GO, GIRL by supremearcadewinner

♥ DIRTY BOY by @questions-forthe-marauders

♥ WHAT’S UP by ravena-wrote

♥♥ LUCKY LIPS by cafe-y-marauders

♥ SPICE IT UP by supremearcadewinner

♥ WHAT A SMILE by @fonkeloog

♥ 2GETHR 4EVER by signifiquint

♥ IN A FOG by thirdwheelerjames

♥ WRITE ME by up-to-some-good

♥ FRIEND ZONE by fonkeloog

♥ CARRY ME by goodboylupin

♥ BABY GIRL by @reptilian-rapscallian

〰 COMING SOON 〰

MY PAL by aeridi0nis

TEACH ME by rhabarberjunge

PEN PAL by catewip

LET IT BE by wolfstartides

YOU'RE COOL by everythingbutcoldfire

60 YEARS OF LOVE by maraudorable

WOW by peryyite

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2022.02.27

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Inexplicable Things by @ravena-wrote [E, 34k]

►No way, no way in hell. Draco is supposed to be in France or America or, wherever else he’d deemed more important than Harry when he left five years ago. Draco is not supposed to be showing up at the DMLE out of the blue, forcing Harry to watch as he struts confidently across the room towards him.

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Fest/Exchange

1. Inside Job by @postjentacular [E, 1k]

►The DMLE’s evidence lock-up had been breached again, and there was only ever the one suspect: Auror Draco Malfoy. ★ Kinkuary 2022 | @kinkuary

Inexplicable Things

(Complete, Words: 34.8K, Rating: E)

Pairings: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini

Summary: No way, no way in hell. Draco is supposed to be in France or America or, wherever else he’d deemed more important than Harry when he left five years ago. Draco is not supposed to be showing up at the DMLE out of the blue, forcing Harry to watch him as he struts confidently across the room towards him.

Ironically the longest fic I’ve ever written was inspired by the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt: new beginnings. You can read it here on Tumblr or on AO3. 

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Inexplicable Things (Ch. 6)

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini

Summary: No way, no way in hell. Draco is supposed to be in France or America or, wherever else he’d deemed more important than Harry when he left five years ago. Draco is not supposed to be showing up at the DMLE out of the blue, forcing Harry to watch him as he struts confidently across the room towards him.

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Read on Tumblr: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5 

Chapter 6 

On Friday Harry spends over an hour changing outfits in the mirror before leaving for pub night. After parting ways with Draco Wednesday morning he and Ginny had gotten caught up in their case. This meant that Harry hadn't had enough time to so much as stop by Draco’s office. He’s spent the last couple days yearning for Draco’s presence, for the glint in his gray eyes when he smiles, for the soft brush of his calloused palm against Harry’s knee.

Harry buttons up what must be the sixth shirt he’s tried on, and tries to ignore the slight tremor of his fingers. The depths of his stomach feel like a pit of snakes and his breath comes quickly. He tries to remind himself that he’s excited to see Draco, not nervous, not terrified.

Harry clenches his hands once and releases them slowly before turning on his heel in apparition. He stumbles a little as he lands, his heart rabbiting in his chest. Quickly before he loses his courage he swings open the heavy front door of the pub and pauses on the doorstep scanning the crowd for his friends.

There, standing near the dance floor, leaning into Blaise’s side is Draco. He’s wearing a tailored leather jacket and his blond hair is swept up into a loose french braid. Harry can’t rip his eyes away. He strides quickly through the throng of people. As he gets closer, Draco turns and catches his eyes in a flash of gray. They stare at each other as Harry moves in. When he reaches Draco he reaches a hand around his waist pulling Harry flush to his side and dropping a quick kiss to his forehead.

“Hey,” Harry says softly, grinning across at Blaise.

“You’re late,” Draco whines, leaning in further, his breath tickling across Harry’s ear. Harry notices the way he sways a little on his feet and wonders how many drinks Draco’s already had.

“Sorry, I got caught up with some chores at home,” Harry apologizes. “How are you doing Blaise?”

“Fine,” Blaise mumbles. He doesn’t look fine at all. In fact he looks quite upset, his lips are pinched into a firm hard line and his eyes stare unfocused across the room. Harry follows his gaze to where Ginny is talking to Dean. Her hair falls in slightly disheveled waves and her emerald green dress is loose, falling off of her shoulders. They watch as Dean clasps Ginny’s hand in his and pulls her in closer. He says something to her and she tilts her head back, sending laughter echoing across the room. Blaise tenses. Harry watches as his knuckles go white around the glass of his drink.

“Trouble in paradise?” Harry asks quietly.

“I don’t know,” Blaise sighs, “I just can’t really tell if she’s serious about me. I mean-” he breaks off, wincing a little, “We slept together but she left in the morning and now it feels like she’s avoiding me or something. It makes me wonder if she regrets it.”

“She didn’t seem like she regretted it,” Harry assures him, stepping forward a little and placing a comforting hand on his arm.

“I think you might scare her,” Draco chimes in. Harry nods slowly in agreement.

“Why would I scare her?” Blaise scoffs, “Are my Death Eater ties going to damage her reputation or something?” His tone comes out harsh and bitter.

“Blaise, you didn’t even play a part in the war.” Harry admonishes him.

“And I didn’t mean it like that anyways,” Draco interrupts.

“Then how did you mean it?”

“Like she can’t stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and she’s terrified she might mess this up so instead she flirts with other guys and pretends she couldn't care less what you think,” Draco rushes quickly. Harry nods in agreement.

“Are you speaking from experience?” Harry asks Draco, a cheerful gleam in his eye.

“Shut up,” Draco tells him, elbowing him in the side.

“I find that hard to believe,” Blaise mumbles.

Harry watches him watch Ginny and Dean across the room. They’re moving against each other to the beat of the music, lithe and rhythmic, like they don’t have a care in the world. And yet, Harry notices the way Ginny’s eyes flicker away from Dean every couple minutes, a quick glance back towards Blaise before skittering away into the crowd.

“I don’t, '' Draco says brightly, “She’s been watching you too you know.”

“She has,” Harry confirms.

“Whatever,” Blaise says, his tone bitter,“It doesn’t matter. Ginny’s free to do as she pleases. I’m not her keeper.”

“I bet the second someone tries to flirt with you she’ll be over here trying to scare them away,” Draco says, grabbing Blaise’s glass out of Harry’s hand and taking a swig.

Blaise looks at him suspiciously for a second, then Ginny’s laughter filters through the crowd a second time and his face hardens, a muscle flexing in his jaw. “Fine. I’ve got nothing left to lose anyways.”

“Perfect, now who will we-” Draco breaks off, turning away from them to scan the crowd, “Oi Theo! He hisses. Theo turns from where he was chatting quite animatedly with Luna and shifts towards them.

“We need you for an extra secret, extra important mission.” Draco explains, his voice hushed, his eyes wide and serious.

Blaise rolls his eyes, “I wish I’d never agreed to this.”

“Um, what?” Theo asks, looking confused.

Harry sighs. “Ginny’s being stupid and ignoring Blaise. Blaise is all broken up about it. Draco thinks if someone flirts with Blaise Ginny’ll come over to scare them off,” He shakes his head a little.

“Yes exactly,” Draco says, sounding a bit manic. “So we just need you,” he points at Theo with a dramatic flair, “to flirt with our hot boy toy Blaise.”

Blaise winces and looks away, “It’s not important Theo you can go.”

“I don’t know,” Theo teases, raising his eyebrow, “It sounds like it could make or break the night. I’m in if you are. I’ve never turned down a noble cause in my life.” He puffs his chest up a little, preening in front of them. Harry rolls his eyes.

Blaise looks at them silently for a second and then something inside him seems to snap. “Fine,” He says, moving into Theo’s space and splaying his palm across his broad chest. “Give me your worst baby.”

Draco lets out a piercing wolf whistle and then steps back a bit pulling Harry with him. “You have to give them space,” he whispers, “you know to make it believable.” He’s adorable like this, his eyes light and mischievous, his body tipsy and relaxed. Harry nods at him, gets lost in the pale flush of his cheeks, the charcoal flutter of his eyelashes. He’s about to lean in for a kiss when Draco’s finger jabs between his ribs.

“Ouch,” Harry yelps, shoving his hand away.

“Sorry. Sorry,” Draco rushes, “But you can't get distracted now. It’s getting good.” He gestures to the couple in front of him. Theo has his hands wrapped securely around Blaise’s shoulders, Blaise is leaning into him, his eyes predatory, his lips curved up in a slight smirk.

“Look,” Draco hisses, pointing his finger past the boys, towards the corner of the room. Harry shifts his eyes and there, pushing through the crowd with her hair flowing out behind her like a battle cry, is Ginny. Her lips are pressed in a firm straight line, her brown eyes are blazing.

She shoves into the two boys pushing them apart. Theo drops his hands to his sides and sneaks a gloating look over to Draco and Harry.

“Excuse me, I must have lost my footing,” Ginny says coldly, glaring at Theo through narrowed eyes.

“Don’t worry about it,” Theo responds quickly. Harry can tell he’s holding back laughter.

The trio in front of them stands silent for a second. Draco clasps Harry’s hand with his, electric with barely contained excitement. Harry listens as the music around them switches to something slower with a softer beat.

“Well,” Ginny’s voice is low and deliberate, like every word is being dragged out of her, “Since I just happened to run into you, would you be so kind as to give me the next dance?” She offers her hand to Blaise. Theo smirks and backs up even further, lifting his hands in defeat.

“Sure,” Blaise says, taking her palm gently.

Ginny pulls him away through the crowd of people towards the packed dance floor, “You should really know better than to try and steal my man Theo,” She calls cheerfully behind her.

Theo finally loses hold of himself collapsing to giggles, “Looks like you too aren’t the only people with weird fucked up relationship issues,” He gasps, smiling up at them happily.

“We don’t have weird fucked up relationship issues anymore,” Draco informs him thrusting his nose into the air, “We’ve worked them out. We’re dating now.”

“Um.” a hot blush spreads slowly over Harry’s face, “We are?”

“What?” Draco looks taken aback, “You didn’t know? It couldn’t be more obvious Potter. I mean I literally took you out to dinner.” Theo looks back and forth between them slowly before breaking out into laughter again, “And you said you didn’t have weird fucked up relationship issues anymore,” He teases, his eyes glistening manically.

“We don’t,” Draco protests, “We might have slightly different communication styles but that doesn’t mean we have issues.” He wraps an arm around Harry's waist, tugging him closer. Harry burrows into his body warmth. “You’re just jealous Theo,” Draco adds, sticking his tongue out at Theo for good measure.

“You know what?” Theo says slowly, backing away. “I think I am. You’re cute together.” He turns away and wanders off leaving Harry and Draco alone together wrapped up in a warm embrace.

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Harry would prefer to spend the entire night glued to Draco’s side listening to him gossip with Theo about Kingsley's extracurricular activities or watching him aggressively teaching Ginny how to tango but eventually he gets ripped away by Dean who needs an emergency consult on if Seamus is flirting with him or not, and the conversations seems to take about three hundred years so by the time it’s finished Draco’s been swallowed up by the crowd.

When Harry finds him he’s in the back of the pub by the pool tables. Pansy is perched on the edge of the pool table, her feet kicking back and forth rhythmically. As Draco speaks to her she leans forward exposing more cleavage than Harry had ever thought possible. She tosses her long dark hair over her shoulder and blinks up at Draco.

No way, Harry’s not stupid. He knows what it looks like when someone’s trying to pull. He strides confidently towards them and wraps a casual hand around Draco’s side, slotting in next to him. Draco’s body relaxes immediately. He looks away from Pansy and runs his fingers carefully through Harry’s hair. Harry watches as Pansy’s eyes narrow and then widen again.

“Well,” She says slowly, “This is new.” Her eyebrows rise up her forehead.

“New, and also rather old,” Draco informs her sheepishly, leaning even further into Harry’s side.

“Oh?” Pansy purses her lips.

“We hooked up a bit in eight year,” Harry explains quickly. Honestly he’s a bit shocked Pansy didn’t already know.

Pansy’s stiff lips soften into a smirk,”You’ll always continue to surprise me won’t you Draco?” She kicks her leg out to tap playfully against his kneecap. “I can’t wait to tell everyone.”

“Um everyone might already know,” Draco informs her slowly.

“Wow,” Pansy’s eyes narrow again but this time her expression stays playful, “That is cruel and unusual punishment young Malfoy. What ever did I do to deserve this treatment?” “You were away in Italy,” Draco whines back, “How was I supposed to know you’d return and have all sorts of investment in my love life.”

“Love life is it?” Pansy waggles her eyebrows at him suggestively.

Draco falls silent, a light flush blooming on his cheekbones. Harry squeezes him in closer.

“I’m happy for you Draco,” Pansy kicks his knee lightly again. Draco smiles at her. Then she slides her eyes across glares a bit at Harry. “If you so much as harm one hair on this boy's head you will pay.”

“Er, yes. I mean I don’t plan on hurting him,” Harry stumbles quickly.

“I don’t care about intentions. I only respect actions,” Pansy tells him primly. She turns back to Draco and continues smiling at him.

They have what seems to be some sort of silent conversation for several seconds. Pansy winking and widening her eyes. Draco winking back at her. Harry feels a bit left out. It seems like Draco notices because he looks away from Pansy and back at Harry quickly.

“Well,” Draco says briskly, breaking the silence, “This has been very nice but I think it’s time I take my boy to the dance floor. I’ll see you soon for coffee, Pansy?”

“Yes of course,” Pansy says, still grinning at him.

Draco wraps his arm more firmly around Harry’s shoulder and stears him away through the crowd. Harry only looks over his shoulder once to confirm that Pansy is still glaring at him, her eyes suspicious. He’s surprised to feel a strange relief flush through him as the heat of her stare burns into his back. He’s glad there are people looking out for Draco, he realizes.

~~~~~~~~~

When they reach the dance Draco gathers Harry in his arms and automatically starts to shift his feet in rhythmic patterns. Harry attempts to copy him and immediately steps on his feet.

“How you survive as an Auror with no coordination at all really astounds me,” Draco comments, his lips twitching, his eyebrows raised.

“Well you know me. I’m always doing the impossible,” Harry shoots back.

Luckily the music quickly switches to something a little slower and Draco pulls him closer and they sway. The heat between their bodies bleeds slowly into Harry's veins. He leans in and their foreheads brush. Looking up into Draco’s eyes he realizes their lips are so close that with one slight shift they could be kissing. Draco seems to catch on at the exact same moment and Harry watches as he swallows, his adam's apple bobbing once in his throat and then he leans in.

They kiss for a while, mouths soft and wet against each other. The kisses are aimless, a happy little hello in the middle of so much lightness. Then, Ginny catches sight of them and lets out a piercing wolf whistle. It draws the attention of almost every one of their friends who join in on the whistling and cat calling until Draco and Harry quickly break apart laughing.

“Do you want to go outside for a bit?” Draco asks, his lips twitching as he controls his laughter.

“Yes,” Harry answers loudly, “I think we deserve a break from the appalling harassment of our friends.”

“Booooo,” Ginny calls. Harry notices that she's leaning against Blaise, her arm curled gently around his waist.

“Look,” He whispers, poking Draco in the arm, “Your plan worked.”

“Wow. Do you really have no faith in me?” Draco hisses back, mock offended, “Of course it did. I'm a scheming genius.”

Harry rolls his eyes and grabs Draco’s elbow pulling him out of their circle of friends and through the side door into the cold night air.

Draco immediately flops down onto the steps patting the space next to him in invitation. Harry joins him, leaning into his body warmth and straightening his legs out in front of him.

They sit for a while in silence. Harry watches the way Draco’s breath freezes in the air and drifts away in little silver puffs. His heart speeds up in his chest.

“Did you mean it earlier?” He asks quietly.

Draco tips his head until their eyes meet, “Mean what?”

“When you said that we were together,” Harry clarifies. He thinks his hands might be trembling, so he refuses to look at them.

“Of course I did,” Draco confirms, his hand falling to Harry’s kneecap. “But I mean sorry. I guess I shouldn't have assumed. If you don’t want to?”

“No I do. I do want to,” Harry rushes. He slides his hand over Draco’s fingers, his calluses drag across soft skin. “I just wanted to make sure you weren’t,” He pauses, gathering his thoughts, “joking around or playing a game or anything.”

“No,” Draco says simply. “This is real to me.”

“Me too,” Harry tells him. His heart slows down in his chest. His breathing quiets. They sit in silence for a while staring out into the inky darkness of the alleyway. It’s the comfortable quiet that's only possible when you’ve known each other for a long time.

“I love our friends dearly but do you want to maybe go home now?” Draco asks, breaking the silence.

“I’d like that,” Harry replies.

They rise, brush the dust off the back of their pants and clasp hands. Harry feels the tug of apparition in his stomach and seconds later they land on the hardwood floor of Draco’s bedroom.

“Sorry if picking the bedroom seems presumptuous,” Draco tells him sheepishly, kicking off his shoes. “I mostly wanted to get into comfier clothes as soon as possible.”

Harry laughs at him and kicks his own shoes off before unbuttoning his shirt and shucking it off onto the floor. He leaps onto the bed with careless freedom suggestively patting the space next to him. Draco winks at him and pulls off his own shirt. He drapes himself languidly across the duvet and stretches a broad hand over Harry’s hip pulling him closer. Harry lets himself melt into Draco’s skin.

“Why are you smiling so much?” Draco asks suspiciously. He’s trailing his hand in small circles across Harry’s chest.

“I just love being here with you,” Harry replies softly. Every time he touches Draco or looks into his eyes, or watches him across a crowded room the immense joy of it all hits him again.

“Me too,” Draco says, quiet and reverent. Harry reaches up and undoes his braid. Draco sighs as Harry massages along his scalp, his hands tangling through pools of glowing blonde locks. Harry loses himself in the gasp of Draco’s breath, in the slide of hair through his fist.

When Draco slips his hands under the waistband of Harry’s pants his eyes flicker softly shut. There’s no changing the past he thinks, but the future is wide open and the present is warm and breathtaking, gentle fingertips and open mouths and clothes carelessly crumpled on the dark wood floor.

This is the final chapter! Hope everyone enjoyed the adventure that was this fic :) I loved writing it. 

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When you ask me if I have fallen out of love with you

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt: shattered. Again thanks to @phoebe-delia for the amazing first person advice, you can find their post on how to write in first person here

When you ask me if I have fallen out of love with you

I say no,

I say of course not,

because how could I have fallen out of love with you when I still find your hairs between the pages of my poetry, your fingertips in the dust of my window frame.

You are everything wild and breakable,

a bloody heart beating raw in my hands.

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: honey. This is just a small lil snippet of fic I thought of this morning while waiting for my class to start! 

Theo passes them piles of pancakes and they dig in in silence. The sunlight shining through the gossamer curtains blooms across Draco’s hair making it shimmer in the gentle warmth of the kitchen. Harry breathes in and he can smell his shower gel on Draco’s skin mingled with the sweet spring breeze. When Ginny makes a joke he laughs. There; his mouth open, his head thrown back, a bit of honey smeared across his cheek, he looks so carefree. It leaves Harry a little squirmy, a little terrified. Maybe his fate was decided a long time ago. 

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: slow dance. I really enjoyed this prompt. I’ve been loving reading everyone’s works for this month so far. Hope ya’ll enjoy my contribution :) 

Harry watches Draco move across the dance floor. His hair falls over his shoulders in slightly disheveled waves, and as he moves a little closer through the crowd Harry can see that his tie is loose, his white shirt unbuttoned. Pansy clasps Draco’s hand in her own and pulls him in. She says something to him and he tilts his head back, sends laughter echoing across the room. Harry tenses, tightens his grip around the cool glass of his drink. When Draco leans in closer, dropping a swift kiss to Pansys blushing cheek, Harry can’t quite keep the scowl off of his face. 

“You know Draco’s just being stupid,” Ginny tells him quietly resting a soothing hand on his arm. 

“I know,” Harry says, attempting nonchalant and coming out slightly defeated. 

“I think you just scare him,” Theo chimes in, shifting closer to them. Harry starts slightly, he hadn’t noticed that Theo was there. Then again, he doesn’t tend to notice much when Draco’s in the room. 

“He spent our entire childhood bullying me. I’m sure he’s not scared,” Harry scoffs, failing to keep the bitterness out of his voice. 

“But he hasn’t bullied you in years has he?” Ginny points out, her brow raised perceptively. 

“And I didn’t mean it like that anyways,” Theo interrupts. 

“Then how did you mean it?” 

“Like he can’t stop looking at you, or thinking about you, and he’s terrified he might mess this up so instead he flirts with girls and pretends he couldn't care less what you think,” Theo rushes quickly. 

“I find that hard to believe,” Harry mumbles. He looks past Theo’s head to where Draco and Pansy are moving against each other to the beat of the music, lithe and rhythmic, like they don’t have a care in the world. 

“I don’t,” Ginny says brightly, smiling over at Theo. 

“Whatever,” Harry says, his tone a little bitter. “It doesn’t matter. Draco’s free to do as he pleases. I’m not his keeper.” 

“I bet the second someone tries to flirt with you he’ll be over here trying to scare them away,” Ginny adds grabbing Harry’s glass out of his hand and taking a swig, 

“Hmm,” Theo musses, narrowing his eyes and flicking them over Harry’s body. “I bet you're right. Well what do you say Harry? Want to give it a go?” 

Harry looks at him suspiciously for a second, then Draco’s laughter filters through the crowd a second time and he figures he has nothing left to lose. 

“Fine,” He says, moving into Theo’s space and splaying his palm across his broad chest. “Give me your worst baby.” 

“You wouldn’t know what to do with yourself if I did,” Theo murmurs back. Smirking, he raises one hand to the back of Harry’s neck, pulling him in until their lips are just inches away from each other.

Suddenly a warm body tumbles into them. Harry lets go of Theo and stumbles a bit before regaining his balance. When he looks up he’s gazing straight into steel gray eyes. 

“Excuse me, I must have lost my footing,” Draco says coldly, glaring at Theo through narrowed eyes. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Theo responds quickly. Harry can tell he’s holding back laughter.

The trio stands silent for a second. Harry listens as the music around them switches to something slower with a softer beat. 

“Well,” Draco’s voice is low and rough, like every word is being dragged out of him, “Since I just happened to run into you, would you be so kind as to give me the next dance?” He offers his hand to Harry. 

Theo jabs Harry in the ribs with his finger, urging him on. Draco watches their exchange with angry eyes, a tight tension in his shoulders. 

“Sure,” Harry says carefully. Draco’s palm against his sends a rush of heat up his spine. 

When they reach the dance floor Harry loses himself to the gentle beat of the music, the soft sway of Draco’s hips. Draco pulls him in till their chests are flush together. As he moves, Harry feels the sharp edges of his hip bones, the swell of the muscles in his thighs. 

“I’ve been waiting for this all night,” Draco admits, his hot breath tickling against Harry’s ear.

Aww omg these lines are so cute! Excited to read this piece when you finish it 💕

Last Lines WIP Meme

Thank you so much to @lqtraintracks, @steampunkserpent27, and @ravena-wrote for the tags! This is a WIP for a prompt I got in November quite a while back that I've been writing slowly over the last few weeks lol. I just don't really know where I want it to go? I like what I put down and I don't want to change it but I also don't know what should happen next 😂 Anyway enjoy:

But I can't help but grin indulgently at him, my irritation fading at his open mirth toward his own joke.

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