Did You Drink Soda? Because You Look So-da-licious

Did you drink soda? Because you look so-da-licious

You don't need lumos maxima to turn me on..

AO3 writers are crazy

Something is wrong with my eyes 😭

I can't seem to take them off you

Are you wearing my least favorite skirt because I wanna rip it

Pumpkin

The fog has lifted slightly over the dark grounds, hanging above the pumpkins, heavy with mischief. An owl hooted from a nearby tree. And in between the gourds he walked, silent, tracing his steps. A perfect circle surrounding the carefully constructed words. It will only work if it’s properly done. The clock chimed in the castle, announcing the witching hour, and Draco smiled to himself. It is time.

The candles were all lit, flames flickering in the soft wind. He looked around; all was perfect, waiting. Still. Soon, it won’t be so. Soon –

He could hear them now, footsteps growing nearer. Their silhouettes loomed tall, darker than the night, heavier than shadows. Not scary, Draco had to remind himself. Not anymore. Then, as they reached the hut’s footpath, catching the light; a pair of blue eyes, a pair of brown eyes. And another pair, covered by black silk. A tight smile.

“Guys, what… what the hell?”

“Happy birthday, Harry!” the pumpkins sang, their voices deep and scratchy. Eighteen balloons floated upwards, and the banners Draco charmed fluttered above. The cake only said Happy Potter, because he ran out of room. Green eyes, now freed from their blindfold, looked everywhere in amazement.

“What…?”

“Surprised?” Draco smiled, offering a hand.

“Er, yeah, I’d say so. It’s not even my birthday. Not even the right month.”

“True, but we weren’t friends back when it was.” Harry came into the pumpkin circle, laughter trembling on the edge of his lips, shock etched on his brow.

“I can’t believe you guys did this.”

“It was all Draco’s idea,” Hermione said, slicing the cake with her wand as Weasley passed the butterbeers. More footsteps foretold Lovegood and Longbottom’s approach, and then more after that, many more. The owl hooted again, indignant, probably in response to all the chatter and laughter from almost the entire Gryffindor common room. “He even got Hagrid to grow the pumpkins to sing in tune.”

“Well, tried to. Didn’t really work. I wonder if it was more an issue with the casting, though, when I – what was that for?” Draco raised a hesitant finger to his cheek, where he could still feel the tingle of Harry’s kiss.

“Nothing. No one’s ever thrown me a surprise party before. I just… thank you.”

Oh. “You’re – welcome.”

A crow cawed in the distance, and the moon cast its light on the party, yellowing and old. Draco was ever so pleased he came up with this idea. Perhaps, by the end of the party, he could convince Harry to kiss him again.

I tried to write spooky, it ended up fluffy, don’t know where I went wrong. For @drarrymicrofic’s prompt, pumpkin. 

For he who found solace

They all said when they lost the apartment they've been betting on for months, when they saw their fiance wanting something different, when they couldn't make it through a job interview, when they didn't get a promotion that " life is unfair " but little did they know about the suffering of Someone Somewhere across the world. What a pity should be offered to those who suffered like this but what a pity should be offered to the one who suffered plenty. What a pain must he had felt when the door shut on his face with his bags thrown out of the manor he grew up in, the place who was his own- for raising his voice, for choosing to be someone, for trying to be different, for choosing to not marry young, for choosing to not be a manufacturing unit for the malfoy blood line, for choosing to do the work he liked and not what they liked, for choosing to be Involved in work a malfoy wasn't supposed to be involved in, for choosing to stand for what was right, for choosing to love men over women, what a pity it was to stand there where he stood with tear stained faced with shaking hands and choked sobs that didn't stop. The pain he felt was not what they understood because their father didn't call them a dirty filthy son and threw them out with the bags. They didn't know. The world didn't know what he felt when he was there, nobody cared to. Draco picked up his bags, Walked with destroyed confidence because of that scar that a ruled the life of a 19 year old boy. He disapparated to the one boy who had known the pain, who had lived with his life being ruled upon, who has been rumoured to have broken up with girlfriend. Draco never knew why or how or what he could've done but he knew out of all the used to be broken fragments of people, it was he who would offered him the solace he seeked. He rang the doorbell at much later than midnight and upon opening be whispered in broken voice " can I stay here for a while? I have no one " harry nodded, helping him with bags and letting him in.

It was after hours in the morning light when draco had finally decided he could face the world he approached harry with a small nod and harry stood up, wrapped his arms around him because he finally could and whispered " life is unfair "

I was too tired to complete my prompt tonight.

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You're mine : but a soft epilogue

FLUFF

Harry can remember thinking the day he was running around in circles in the park when draco passed by him swiftly, challenging him and harry being the competitive person he is had raced draco. He remembered from that day when he looked at Draco, the way he had star gazed at him as if he was made of constellations, watched him gulp the water down his throat, looked at him as he fixed the watch on his wrist, the way he fixed his hair after having run for so long, the way he has harshly breathed; but harry Also remembers the way he looked at Draco on the little road trip they had done, the way draco just gazed outside in pure wonder like a dog putting his head out when seen something interesting, the way he had let his hand out and felt the air pass through his finger, the smile that had etched on his face after harry had woken him when he fell asleep, the way his eyes shone with a different shade of blue when the sunlight hit his face, the way he breathed softly while sleeping, the way he had ruffled Harry's hair during driving because he was bored. He remembered all of it and he wondered when did he fell for him, he didn't plan on it but he had fallen. He remembered that night when he had waited for draco to fall asleep on a sleepover so he could confess but he only found himself saying it to draco

"tell me I'm yours "

Draco had grinned in small smile, clutching Harry's hands in his own and whispered

" you're mine "

Harry had almost retracted his hand back out of fear, afraid that he had just whispered in his sleep but what draco said next " now let me sleep" he knew he was wide awake, waiting for harry to say maybe because he knew harry would never say it wide awake, but he was glad nonetheless Because he was finally, his.

Part of a 50 word prompt challenge i did on Instagram a while ago..

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