Not Gonna Lie, But I'd Love A Fanfic Where Draco And Harry Were Throwing Looks At Each Other The Whole

Not gonna lie, but I'd love a fanfic where Draco and Harry were throwing looks at each other the whole time at Hogwarts and Hermione and Pansy knew. So when Voldemort tells everyone that Harry is dead, Hermione and Pansy look to Draco who looks like he's about to faint because the boy he loved but never got to say so is dead and that can't be. But then Harry isnt dead and Draco comes running out of the crowd when the battle is over and flings himself into Harry's arms, crying because "that's the stupidest thing I've ever seen you done, Potter" and "this is why you need me around you to stop this stupidity" in between tears and Harry grins before kissing him on the lips and asking him if he'd like to go on a date at some point.

“I DON’T CARE!” Harry yelled at them, snatching up a lunascope and throwing it into the fireplace. “I’VE HAD ENOUGH, I’VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON’T CARE ANY MORE —” 

He seized the table on which the silver instrument had stood and threw that, too. It broke apart on the floor and the legs rolled in different directions. 

“You do care,” said Dumbledore. He had not flinched or made a single move to stop Harry demolishing his office. His expression was calm, almost detached. “You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.”

This is so cute

Look. I’m a simple girl. I just want a fic where Harry and Draco are both virgin as hell and have absolutely zero idea how to do this kissing and snuggling thing because they’re both too awkward for words and freak out at every brush of skin, despite the fact that both of them just need to be held. Is that too much to ask?

Microfic: Candidates

"Alright," said Draco, flopping down onto the sofa besides Harry, carefully holding the laptop aloft. He still called technology 'muggle magic.' "I have compiled a list of candidates."

"We're getting a dog, Draco, not hiring an intern," Harry chided with an affectionate smile. Draco ignored him and presented the laptop, still open to an Excel sheet.

"This column has the breed, this one has the cost, then this one is how far away each site is, and..."

Harry shook his head, biting back his grin. He should never have taught Draco how to use Excel.

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For @drarrymicrofic prompt, "adoption." 94 words of Draco obsessing over Excel spreadsheets as a way of managing his anxiety of getting the 'right' dog. Sorry this is a bit late!

Harry : DRACO GET DOWN FROM THERE

Draco : *on top of the cabinet* NO

Harry : I will call the ministry

Draco : I will fight them

Harry : ... I have chocolate cookies

Draco : *gets down from the cabinet and takes the cookie from Harry * I totally would've fought them by the way

Harry : I know you would have

he’s just a boy