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If this isn't us @drarrywords

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Hello there and I have read your recent post and I would like to tell you something I sometimes go anonymous on drarry writers blogs and ask them to write a drabble or a oneshot mainly because one thing that I asked them to write would get to many number of Ideas I would like for them to write time is I feel guilty of getting so many number of Ideas from one scenario to other sometimes I don't want to bother them and ask them so many scenarios that I would like them to write. every single writing that a writer writes I just love it a lot and I want to become someone like them who could make just a letter so beautiful just someone like you and I want to spam you with so many pick up lines but I am not good at them because you are an amazing person which such a polite personality and you deserve the most of the world just like everyone else and please do not doubt your worth because we all are made for a purpose we just have to find that purpose thank you so much for reading this long post yeah and I would like you to ask you a prompt : kittens and draco being obsessed with them and I have some questions for you coffee or tea ,cats or dogs

Dear @flakeyakey

Thank you. I don't know what to say or how to explain what this means to me but I can tell for sure, it means a lot to me. The fact that you reached out to me after my recent post to tell me all these beautiful things overwhelm me or what you think of me is totally undeserving because I don't deserve your kindness and these appreciations but I must thank you for saying all that you said. I'm aware that you sometimes go anonymous on Drarry blogs and and leave asks and let me be honest its such a beautiful thing to do so never feel guilty about it and never for me. You got 10 requests, you got 50, a 100 send em my way i'll happily write them. I love you for saying all these things and I just want to thank you over and over again for being so considerate.

To answer your question: I'm a tea and coffee both person, more tea I suppose tho and I think i'd have to go with dogs but I like cats too, hard to choose though.

And I'll be working on the prompt and drop it as soon as possible.

No matter how things have been I want to thank you all for still being here with me, whether I talk to you all or not. I appreciate you all giving me a chance and just staying with me. Your kindness and support means the world to me and this page is nothing without every single one of you, so thank you. Thank you so much for 600 followers.

Much love 💜🦋

Harry : stop biting your nails Draco

Draco *trying to flirt* : would you want me to bite you instead?

Harry : 👁️👄👁️

Harry : wtf

Pansy * from a far distance to Hermione * : it's like watching Snape flirt with Lucius

Hermione : wtf

Gosh I don't say this as often as I should but you @phoebe-delia are among one of the most talented and among most Beautifully different writer I've ever seen.

I haven't been able to read in a while but this fic right here reminded me that I need to come back and make time for this one thing that blooms me from inside. This fic is a masterpiece I tell you and not in the popular fanfic kind of way but in its own way because it's just so damn beautiful 🦋💜

For your asks, my darling. I would love a fic based on song 41, which both Harry and Draco will be this year on their birthday.

Emma, love, thank you so much for this prompt. I have waited to answer this in order to post it on Harry's birthday, which is why there's been a delay, but I'm impulsive enough to post it a little early.

Song 41 is "Infinity" by One Direction. Listening to the part where the bass drops, especially while driving on the highway, is the biggest serotonin boost. 10/10 recommend.

Anyway, I tried to capture the feeling of the song in this fic. I was semi-inspired by the incredible "Running On Air" by @tinyhistory. Thank you to @nv-md for the very helpful beta. Enjoy!

Also if you wanna read a piece similar to this, check out this fic.

Sometimes I talk to Granger.

Well, allow me to rephrase. I don’t talk to her, as much as she sort of talks at me whilst I try to process her extensive knowledge. Was she always like this? Actually, don’t answer that.

Anyway, Granger has been rather helpful. One of the facts I was able to absorb from her ranting was that, according to Muggle science, energy can neither be created nor destroyed. It can change forms, can be converted and shaped into something other than what it once was, but it is constant.

It’s similar to magic. Magic cannot be created, nor destroyed. It is, after all, a form of energy. You can destroy magical objects--you know that better than perhaps anyone--but the magic within cannot cease to exist.

For example, I know you were in Diagon Alley sometime before you left. You sat at that bench outside Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes and you probably cast a cushioning charm. The people who go and sit on that bench and cast their own spells have no idea that they’re sitting on the last known traces of the Boy Who Lived’s magic in all of London. That spell you cast five years ago still lingers.

The point is, magic can be purposeless, and yet it has the audacity to remain.

I imagine you can relate, assuming you’ve decided to continue your own existence.

I sincerely hope you are; existing, that is. Others have given up hope. I’ve read every theory printed in the Prophet. Some say you’re off living as a Muggle, and some believe you’re still here and walking around under your Invisibility Cloak. Others have presumed you to be dead. Granger and Weasley tell me you’d enjoy the way the media is largely ignoring you now, aside from publishing any random claim of having spotted you somewhere.

I used to think that you adored the attention of the press. But then again, I used to believe a lot of things; you convinced me I was wrong about nearly every one of them.

For example, I once thought I’d be an up-and-coming political figure; the youngest Wizengamot member in a century, heading several charitable organizations and waving off speculation of a campaign for Minister.

But now, I spend my days in my Junior Auror office, which is blessedly empty since no one wanted to work with the former Death Eater. Solitude suits me just fine, a sentiment which, I would wager, you share. Funny, how we are connected by a tolerance, or even enjoyment, of isolation.

As part of my social reparations of the war--combined with the usual hazing endured by all Aurors fresh from training--I am given nothing but unwanted cold cases. You see, when the Boy Who Lived Twice goes missing it’s the kind of story that feeds the symbiotic relationship between law enforcement and the press. But after a while, even the Golden Boy’s whereabouts are less interesting than the newest scandal or criminal operation, fresh chum to the circling sharks.

Still, you’ll never be irrelevant enough to be forgotten. That gaudy statue of you still stands in the middle of the Ministry atrium for all to see, your 17-year-old self immortalized in the very pose you had when you saved the world.

I wonder whether Robards thought he was torturing me by giving me your case; perhaps he decided it would be a proper punishment for me to spend my days looking at your scarred face in your file and coming up with ways to find you. If I succeeded, I’d be helping a former rival; if I failed, I’d be proving all their assumptions that I’m either nefarious or rich and lazy, take your pick.

I do things now, like talk to Granger and spend late nights hunched over my isolated desk and get excited about Muggle scientific theory because I refuse to believe that your case is cold--not when the warmth of your magic clings to a bench in Diagon.

Sometimes, when it’s been a particularly long and stressful day of searching for you, I go and sit on that bench, just to feel your magic, to remember that you exist. The Prophet headlines will fade; statues lose their shine.

But your magic cannot be created or destroyed, it simply is.

Draco : I only want a man who is gracious with every move, Knows how to carry one self, is elegant, definitely isn't a mess, doesn't wobble or stumble, would shower me with gifts, definitely have a good height and sexy.

Harry : *stumbles and wobbles, just out of bed hair, wearing 3 size the clothes of his own size, collapse face down on the ground and says sorry to a cat*

Draco : I want him