Hi, I Hope You're Doing Great. I Have A Request For You : Harry Knowing How To Do Pottery And Draco Being

Hi, I hope you're doing great. I have a request for you : Harry knowing how to do pottery and Draco being the only one who knows it. Thanks.

So yes, a while ago i had actually been tagged in a post to write a one shot where Harry knows Pottery and Draco finding out one day and Harry makes all sorts of weird potteries while Draco is flustered. I never really got the chance to write it however or as i'd like to put it I forgot( i tend to a lot these days) but here we are now.

TW- NSFW | EXPLICIT WORK | IMPLIED SMUT

Voldemort with a hat by Harry potter

" no, don't- Draco don't open that- door-" but it was too late and Draco had already tripped over and held the handle for support and unlocked the whole Narnia.

" I told you not to open that door " Harry grumbled as he held his hand for Draco to take.

Draco tipped his head back off on the ground, then looked at Harry above him holding his hand out " you do pottery ?"

" yes yes very funny, Potter potters, now get up " Harry rolled his eyes.

Draco laughed hysterically making Harry groan louder and leaving him on the ground.

" it's not that funny " Harry's monotonously said

" it's hilarious " Draco was still laughing on the ground, his hands clench his stomach.

" I swear if you tell this to anyone, I'm gonna put you into one these potteries and sell it to the French " Harry threatened.

"But please, I can imagine the witch weekly article's and daily prophets front page article " the chosen one chose pottery " " and he tipped his head off laughing again.

Harry kneeled down over Draco, grabbing his collar to make his point clear " I mean it Draco, you tell anyone you're dead"

It took Draco a minute but he took his threats even though he knew Harry was only just words and got up by the help of Harry.

" it's still funny "

" say that one more time and I'll break your face " Harry growled, his chest pressed against Draco's.

" Woah, easy there tiger " and he laughed off again, walking away from him and picking up random antiques from shelf after a while then keeping them back again.

" you're an arse " Harry rolled his eyes, then locked the pottery room.

" you bet I am " Draco challenged smugly.

Harry just shook his head and then ended up laughing himself, he really was an arse.

That was how Draco discovered Harry's secret about pottery and had sworn to his secrecy but not once had he actually seen any of Harry's pottery or even working on his potteries that Draco almost believed Harry never made them but he was sure he had glanced into the secret room and saw a few ceramics although his tinge of curiosity always wanted to know what Harry made. His curiosity came to a halt on one late afternoon when Draco had given Harry a surprise visit and there he was standing in nothing but pants with what looked like mud or clay on his chest. That was the first time Draco was embarrassed to have stared at Harry long enough for him to pull off a smug look and cross his arms.

" body staring contest is over mister, can I escort you inside ?" Harry smirked turning around.

" I was just stating at how hideous your body is " Draco obviously lied, he looked like a damn Greek god and a good one at that.

" yeah sure seemed like it " Harry mumbled taking a bottle out of fridge and handing it to Draco.

" what were you doing ?" Draco asked curiously still trying hard to just look at his face and not his totally lick-able body.

" what do you think I was doing, I'm covered In mud and clay" Harry voice reached a higher octave scrunching his face.

" playing in your garden " Draco pursed his lips from laughing.

" you think you're so funny " Harry rolled his eyes " besides my Garden is all cemented, there's just a few pots " He added.

Harry turned around walking towards his pottery room or what seemed like.

" what are you doing here anyways?" Harry asked momentarily turning around.

" I was bored " Draco mumbled putting the bottle back in the fridge and walking after Harry.

Harry frowned then nodded in agreement "well, you're welcome to the abode " Harry said as he spread his arms when he entered into his pottery room, secret pottery room.

"so this is your Narnia " Draco joked entering the room behind Harry.

Harry rolled his eyes then stood before the counter which Draco couldn't the hold of what he was doing.

" so what sort of potteries do you make ?" Draco asked moving around in the room.

" Take a look yourself" he replied distractedly.

Draco shrugged then moved further into the room towards the shelves against the walls and watches curiously.

" what is this ? " Draco scrunched his face in confusion as he picked one of them up and showing it to Harry who now was sat in front of the pottery wheel, the the dough of clay placed in the center.

" I think that's a vulva " Harry replied before he carefully examined. Draco blushed then set it down.

" so erotica is your thing then ?" Draco asked as he saw a few more.

" no not necessarily, there's more stuff " Harry replied putting on a hairband to keep his hair off his forehead, then Turned on his wheel. Totally arousing to Draco, not that he admitted it though.

" yeah, like this octopus " Draco Almost wanted to laugh but didn't.

" yeah like that octopus " Harry Chuckled and Draco noticed ad he wet his hands and slapped the dough of clay. Draco almost yelped then turned around flustered to other shelf.

" oh- an ass shaped vase " Draco announced amused.

" oh yeah- one of the bests " Harry laughed shortly from the other end of the room.

Draco roamed a bit more and found more potteries like naked womans, vulvas, naked mens, different asses, octupus, a weird sort of fish, a few sober vases, an eye, a sort of alien, frog with wings, lizard with long legs, a weird looking lady with dropped eyes, and-

" Voldemort with a hat- I've never seen anything more funnier " Draco laughed. Harry laughed too.

" it was on war memorial day- he looks Pretty doesn't he, I want to paint him too actually, maybe make him have red lips and wear eye make-up " harry joked laughing.

" bet it'd be fun " Draco smiled.

Draco finally crossed the room and leaned against the door watching Harry wet his hands and clay over and over again then shaping the clay.

" what are you making ?" Draco asked, his arms crossed.

" I don't know" Harry shrugged " any suggestions ?"

Draco puckered his lips thinking for a moment then laughed at his own self.

" what is it ?" Harry insisted.

" you'll laugh at me " Draco replied

" I'm gonna do that either way- so tell me " Harry shrugged.

" what about a penis or a dildo " And then Draco laughed at himself again whereas Harry only frowned and nodded.

" wanna try with me ?" Harry asked finally.

Draco could've so easily said no because he didn't want to get his cloths dirty or clay in his nails and his hands all wet but when Harry Potter is sitting in front of you with a head band on and shirtless and a serious look on his face, he obviously couldn't deny even if he wanted to.

So they sat, face to face and Harry guided Draco along the way.

" wet your hands again " Harry instructed and Draco did so.

" now, since we've done centring, we need to get on with opening and then we'll begin shaping Alright, Just follow my hands "

Draco nodded.

Harry placed his hand at the bottom while Draco Just above his and they began work on the opening.

" press your thumb on thr centre" Harry instructed but Draco didn't get it so he placed his hands over Draco's and helped him shape the opening. And slowly and slowly he moved with Draco's hand up and down shaping the pottery.

" thick or thin ?" Harry asked suddenly.

Draco croaked then cleared his throat "whatever's fine"

" thick then. You sure you can do it ?" Harry asked and even though Draco nodded, he couldn't help but wonder if there was any other meaning to his question.

Harry moved his hands up and down along with those Draco's and shaping it just fine but the more Draco noticed theirs hands going up and down to keep the pottery steady, the more he could feel getting strangely hot, maybe it was just the room or maybe it was watching Harry or it was doing pottery with Harry but whatever it was, Draco didn't like it.

" I think the base is alright, with the balls-" harry smiled " now we go for the head- you wanna give the head?"

" the what ?" Draco exasperated. Maybe he should've paid more attention.

" the head. The head of this pottery, the penis. You wanna try giving it the head or should I help ?" Draco Could've sworn he saw him smirking but he kept his head down. Harry was definitely doing it on purpose, or was he ? Or was it just Draco ?

" guide me through it " Draco innocently replied, or tried to.

" well then, keep your pinky finger right here then cone the rest of your hand to give it a round shape " Harry guided.

" slow and steady- not too fast- it's just a hand job-"

" a what?" The pottery could've almost collapsed if Harry had not managed to save it just at the right time.

" it's hand work Draco- just a hand work- what's up with you ?" Harry Chuckled.

Draco visibly relaxed. He definitely needed some air. He wasn't usually so flustered and out of zone around Harry but something about doing it with Harry was intoxicating , almost addictive yet brilliantly breath taking.

" nothing- just zoned out " Draco mumbled and they went back to shaping the head carefully.

Harry guided through again until they were almost done " here, you just move your hand up and down there and I'll do better the head"

Draco blushed again but nodded and steadily moved his head up and down of what was the length of the pottery penis while Harry finely with the help of a wire shaped the it more accurately.

They did that 5 more minutes until Harry moved his hand away and watched Draco.

" No- don't- not yet " Harry cut off as Draco was almost about the take off his hands too. Flustered Draco nodded and kept moving his hand up and down in a fist until Draco finally understood what was happening with Harry's smug look, immediately took his hands off the pottery and stood up, Washing his hands.

Harry chuckled then Turned off the pottery wheel and left the made pottery over it and got up himself " I'm sorry if that was uncomfortable- but it was your idea " he shrugged wiping his body with a wet towel to get rid of the clay that splattered over him.

" no it was alright- it was just a pottery " Draco mumbled drying his hands off in a clean towel.

" still- I didn't want to make you uncomfortable, wasn't my intention- I should've Suggested a simple vase or something like that instead of making a peni-" and his voice died out in his throat as Draco pushed him backward and kissed him over the lips in a rapid urge that he had been holding onto ever since he got there, ever since the first he learned Harry did pottery, ever since all the first times and here was his opportunity, if Harry pushed away then be it but he didn't push him away instead he grabbed his waist and pulled him closer, leaning against the counter behind him and devouring Draco's lip as enthusiastically and as eagerly.

" I'm glad we did that " Harry said when they broke apart for a moment to reach for breath before they could've begun again.

" the Pottery or this ?" Draco asked, his lips not an inch further from Harry's.

" both " and they kissed again, tumbling what was left more of the counter to get over it.

" to the bedroom ?" Harry asked pulling away. Draco thought for a moment before he nodded and they moved out of his Pottery room and into his bedroom on the same floor.

" listen before we do this- can I just say, this isn't just one time thing for me " Harry said as he shut the door behind them.

" neither for me " Draco smiled.

" so you- you'd like to go out sometime ?" Harry asked

" would love to " Draco smiled again and Harry kissed him again not breaking the stance from before and maintaining the eagerness to get into bed and remain nothing more than breathless naked people.

Guess that penis pottery worked out well after all.

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Ghost man

A request from Instagram on Life of Draco Malfoy

It doesn't Sting, nor does it burn something inside, it doesn't change anything. Burning that list that he made notes of to how to be a man, now burning it didn't make any difference. It Only caused the smoke to go up his face, his fingers heating up as the spreading fire on the paper reaches closer to his fingers from which he held, the ashes falling in the bin he kept beneath. It didn't change anything, it doesn't move anything inside him as he thought it would and it didn't because now it was too late. He had only been a child, at a mere age of 16 when he had learned it was already too late, already too late to correct his mistakes, so Early in his life he was done with living, so young. So early in his life he knew it was too late, what child thought that ? Him. But now, it's far too late for anything to ever even be changed, he's already the man he loathes.

He can sense it when he looks at the flower vendor across where he lives, how his heart is rolled on his sleeve, how he always gives one rose to the little girl without cost and the guy behind the counter in departmental store who somehow always puts candies in Draco's bag for free or the girl who sits in the pharmacy who always happens to give him an extra strip of paracetamol or his friends from school who are still in touch and everyone once in a while meets up at a brunch and fight over who would pay but Draco, he's a ghost man just living in a mortal world. Where there should've been a heart, there's just a large black hole like somebody had taken it away ages ago and told him he didn't deserve it and gave it to someone who needed a heart. How do you survive without the heart? You don't, you're dead.

He's dead inside and out like the core of a log, he have been for a long time but sometimes his non existent black holed heart twitches for love, a forbidden love even perhaps or any kind of love. He's on all the pages of business magazines, in articles over front pages of newspapers, he's one of the most successful event planner in and outside wizarding World, almost a celebrity, the worth, the fame, the money he have and all for nothing. What wouldn't he do to just trade it to go back to his manor when he was five years old and frolick and roll around in the grass rather than sitting on the table being taught table manners. What wouldn't he do to trade to get a time turner so he could undo his life. What wouldn't he trade to just feel loved, not just true love but the love that is poured out from the heart of a mother to the son in a night tales, the love that is given by his father in a sweet licorice candies, the love that a friend gives when they kiss their cheeks, the love that is shared between friends, the love that could be shared by lovers. What wouldn't he do to trade his life to be the flower vendor across the street or the girl at the pharmacy or to be the guy from departmental store or his friends, just to feel loved and maybe cherished and Just to be offered a little smile as he would walk to his office but nothing would be traded because nothing is worth the trade, it was all too late to press the button of life and change it. It was far too late, he had already been neglected by the father who was supposed to love him, already been with a mother who talked more of the events and his work than asking how's he been, he had already been the friend everyone just thinks is suitable for a one night stand, he had already been the friend everyone was intimidated of, he had already been the guy who's been hated by so many out of spite and jealousy.

But it's not like he didn't had everything. He had everything. Everything he didn't want including the perfume that rests in the back of his wardrobe he got it when he was merely 14, the silk pajamas that are far too itchy to be worn, the tuxedo he no longer fits in and 10 more which he doesn't even like, the bean bag that had never been sat on, the expensive china he never had anyone to even share with, the expensive watches his mother bought him which now are almost 6 Years old and had stopped working, the expensive bed sheets gifted by someone that is somewhere in the attic that he Never would use, the expensive wallet that he can never for the life of him change to because he's grown attached to his 8 year old wallet, the snow globe he got when he was only 7 that sits on his showcase he rarely ever even sees, the cuff links his father bought him when he was 15 on Christmas that he had only worn in the day of Christmas and never sought to even spare another glance at it, he had everything yet, he had absolutely nothing, he lived in an Empty place all by himself to share nothing with no one.

He thinks a lot of the times when he was so frustrated at his parents, at his teacher's, at his friends, at the people, at the world, everyone, when he just wanted to change to someone who was a better person, who gave free potion lessons to young pupils, someone who wasn't arrogant and had been in one book nerd clubs, someone who wasn't thursted upon with decision like who to be be, what to become, someone who was allowed to make mistakes, someone who was allowed to spill over the table, someone who wasn't forced to be the top of the class, someone who wasn't ashamed of himself, someone who had his own life he curated but he wasn't that person and he was never going to be because there's just so little left in his life to change that now the deadness that flows in him forbids him to even try to change anything. He wishes a lot that he had someone like Harry Potter had to tell him what's wrong, to help him create a good path, to tell him that his life was his own, people who might've even praised him and loved him but he had none and he was convinced that he was never going to find anyone. Who would want to be with a dead man?

And so where he sits right now burning the list of things he had made notes of how to be and who to become, it doesn't change anything and he lights his cigarette from the burning fire, letting the burning paper slip from his hand and drop into the bin after it had burnt his dead finger's. He holds the cigarette between his finger and walks over to the balcony of his dead like apartment and brings the cigarette to his lips, he doesn't like the taste, but the likes how it's killing him. The power of cigarette was infact in the fact that it burnt his lungs, killing him slowly, that was now his purpose of life, wasn't it?

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Adore you

He watches the steady rise and fall of Draco's chest while his fingers stroke the soft blond hair. It causes a faint flutter in his traitorous heart, "I might be half-way in love with you."

It's a confession in the most silent moment.

Draco can't hear him.

So he trusts himself to confess it out-loud.

He inches closer to Draco, "No, you don't have to say you love me, you don't have to say you're mine but once, I want to hear that from you."

His heartbeat quickens in his chest, a knot in his throat, "It sounds too cliché, but I would walk through fire for you."

He leans forward and places a kiss on his forehead, "Most of times, I want to adore you, like it's the only thing I'll ever do."

Draco shifts beside him, "Yes, it's cliché but such an honor to know that you would walk through fire for me, Potter."

Harry is sure that his heart is about to beat out of his chest, "You heard me?"

Draco scrunches his nose, the corners of his mouth curving into a smile, "Mhm, yes."

He casts his down to the bed, his fingers curled around a loose thread, "Oh."

"Harry?"

"It's - nevermind, I'm sorry."

"I love you, too."

He tilts his head up at the pronouncement and finds the soft grey eyes on him, "I - you do?"

Draco leans forward and places a kiss of his own on his forehead, "Yes, I love you and I'm yours and only, only yours."

A delicate blush blossoms across his cheeks.

He is sure that he can't form a coherent sentence. Or a sensible one. "I - oh, I'm so, so flattered, thank you?"

"As you should be, love."

If his heart skips a beat (or several) at the endearment, Draco wouldn't know.

"Oh, Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I would walk through fire for you too."

Shining, Shimmering, Splendid

Center of the bed, limbs everywhere, a ray of sun golden across your face – you don’t look real. I can hardly believe it; all this – all you – all mine. Luminous, immeasurably precious under my sheets. I could spend all morning looking at you. I’m far too happy for sleep, anyway.

50 words for the @drarrymicrofic​ prompt, lucent. Title is from ‘a whole new world’ from Aladdin.

same thing

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I feel like we as a society do not appreciate fanfic writers enough. Imagine commiting to something you don't get paid for, not always appreciated, taking up a huge chunk of your time and the worst of all, some a**hole complaining that fanfic writing isn't actual writing.

So, thank you fanfic writers.