For @hdcandyheartsfest Prompt: Slow Dance. I Really Enjoyed This Prompt. Ive Been Loving Reading Everyones

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.

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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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. 

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

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.

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 🤲🤲