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Guys I am in a reading stump. I just can’t find a fic to stick to. Can someone please recommend me a fic? I love reading drarry, sterek, merthur, and firstprince. I am especially addicted to drarry ones where Draco is cute and innocent and harry just can’t take it. If anyone can please recommend me a fic it will be very much appreciated.
Guys, I just had a great drarry fic idea. So I was watching The Greatest Showman right, and I thought that would be a great drarry AU. P. T. Barnum would be Harry:poor, orphan, great ambitions. Charity would obviously be Draco: blonde, come from old money but gives it up for Harry/Barnum. And Jenny Lind could be Ginny: redhead, loves Harry/Barnum, doesn’t come from much and then becomes famous.
This probably doesn’t make sense but it was just what popped into my head while watching the movie.
Does anyone know if a fic like this already exists? Or if someone would like to write it? Could someone please let me know? It would be greatly appreciated.
Anyways, thank you, and good night!
Bye :)
Can we please for a moment talk about how real a Drarry endgame actually would be?
‘Cause I refuse to believe I would look at someone I hate the way Draco does when he sees Harry. You can literally see his face light up like the sun just came up. Just-
Not to mention the fact that Draco was also literally checking him out!
Also… seeking for attention? Like really the whole damn time? And one time Draco doesn’t try to get Harry‘s attention Harry is like: wtf is happening? Why doesn’t Draco try to get my attention by annoying me or whatever?
*sees Draco in the great hall turning around and walking away* oh nope- YOU BETTER COME BACK HERE AND AT LEAST LOOK AT MEH!
Yeah, that must be pure hatred. *cough*
this is never talked about enough about drarry how in one of harry potters deleted scenes that we never saw in the film it was cut out but you can see it in the deleted scene when voldemort and his death eaters thought harry was dead but harry was faking it then he revealed to voldemort he wasn’t dead so he can finish killing him well apparently draco run and tossed harry his wand so harry can kill voldemort you can only see that scene in the deleted scene it was cut out in the movie stupid i know i wished that scene was never cut from the movie but what im saying is draco cared for harry he saved him if draco didn’t really like harry or cared for him he wouldn’t tossed harry is wand so harry can defeat voldemort and don’t forget when harry flew back to saved draco too from dying in that fire scene that killed one of draco friends so harry also cared about draco too and didn’t want anything to happen to him we never get a lgbt enemies to lovers tropes it’s usually het couples that do that’s why i don’t ship and agree on dramione being enemies to lovers because well they had zero chemistry while harry and draco does hermione was never obsessed with draco she didn’t flew back to save draco from dying in that fire as i remember she was annoyed at harry at first for saving him she probably would of let draco die draco and hermione barely had scenes together there was no hint of hermione being into draco unlike harry he became obsessed with him like any other person who has a crush on someone they become obsessed with their crush drarry have more scenes also there’s so many hints of draco and harry being into each other even if they were mean to each other doesn’t mean they don’t have feelings for each other you just have to pay attention to the hints i saw more romantic feelings/chemistry between harry and draco then draco and hermione and btw i thought y’all loved ron and hermione together because i still do i still ship and love them together hermione been pinning for ron for the longest time not draco while harry been pinning for draco and the same with draco for harry just because harry liked and kissed ginny and cho chan that doesn’t mean he bisexual because some people do call harry straight and don’t think he bi well they are wrong like if harry didn’t really have feelings for draco he wouldn’t had a obsession with him and he became obsessed with him i also think harry had a crush on cedric too im sure some of you will agree on that also i do agree though on draco and hermione being friends enemies too friends trope i do agree on that and i’m sure they became friends yes draco was a villain but he also wasn’t he did have feelings and felt remorse and he was redeemed in the deleted scene of harry potter when he tossed harry his wand to defeat voldemort ship what you want and have your own opinions but drarry will always be the best and better enemies to lovers trope😊
yes i still love andi mack and tyrus if any of my old andi mack moots still follow me on here on here this used to be a andi mack/tyrus fan account but i lost all hope in andi mack coming back so i decided to change it info a multi account but then i decided too change this account into a harry potter/drarry account but i still ship and love tyrus what i’m saying is remember when luke mullen died his hair blonde? and everyone said he looked like draco malfoy? well yea i agreed also but since tj kippen is a blonde also and cyrus goodman is a brunette like harry tj and cyrus definitely a fan of harry potter and ships drarry so for halloween i bet they went as drarry tj as draco and cyrus as harry🥺
saw this on instagram so i thought i would share this🥰
if draco isn’t in love with harry then why did he look at him like that at the yule ball scene?
Just one date
6 Years after the war when Harry and Draco meet at the Hogwarts alumni they didn't thought they'd hit it off right away ,but they did hit it off , quite interestingly nobody gave a damn anymore who was friend's with who , literally the entire school had ended up forgetting that there used be rivalry among houses.
" stay in touch , yeah , we could meet up again ?" Harry smiled as they walked out of the gates
" yeah sure , I hope you know I don't own the manor anymore , I live in London , with Muggle people " Draco replied smiling
" you think I would want to keep in touch for your Manor huh , your not wrong though it was a pretty good manor but I literally mean it " Harry replied and so they exchanged their numbers .
Months after the rendezvous , Harry and Draco had became great friends , almost with very little secrets left which included Draco's immense crush on potter , to say Draco wasn't very subtle at hiding his crush about Harry therefore Harry had an idea but never said anything until Draco confessed it out . Harry wasn't expecting Draco would ever say it out loud but he did and when he did , Harry turned him down sweetly saying " If you want a guy like me to come on a date , you have try better than that Draco " though Harry meant as a joke Draco didn't give up . He kept asking Harry out over and over and each time Harry would turn him down, it was evident Harry liked Draco but he didn't wanted to ruin his friendship with Draco .
" Harry , one time . One date . Come on . It won't ruin anything and if anything happened I'll take full responsibility . Please just one damn date " Draco pled on one of the coffee rendezvous .
" Draco I've already said no " Harry laughed drinking his coffee
" sweet Jesus. Even Ben from work would agree to go on a date by now and he's the most straight eligible men i know " Draco sighed .
" Draco , we've been over this-"
" Harry , just one bloody date , it'll almost be the same thing that we do everyday with just a little more physical touch . Please one chance and I can really prove it won't ruin anything . Just one chance and you know what , if you say yes now , I won't bother asking you out ever again" it was evident Draco was very desperate to date Harry , only because he knew Harry needed more pressuring or because he had hope or that he really really liked Harry .
Harry sighed
" fine , one date . I give you one chance and if you screw it up your paying for the next 8 dinners at fancy restaurant that I won't even eat entirely " Harry crossed his arms , giving up at last .
Draco grinned " you won't regret it "
And they didn't. 3 years later , Draco malfoy was no longer just Draco malfoy. He was Draco malfoy potter and harry potter had never made a better decision in his life .
[ this one sound like I picked it up from fairy books or something , with such happy ending ]
Draco: My hands are getting cold!
Harry: *holds Draco’s hand* Well, there you go
Draco: Wait…my lips are also getting cold for some reason.
Phoebe!! Would you do Blank Space by Taylor Swift? 💞💞💞
@colormehazelnut Hazel, it would be my pleasure!! Thank you for sending in these prompts. This is something I've been sort of mulling over in the back of my mind for a while.
“I make six figures,” Jason said, leaning back in his chair with a smirk. “My boss says I’m an ‘up-and-comer.’”
Draco looked at Jason underneath his lashes, “Does he, now?”
Jason nodded solemnly. “Oh yeah, Dad’s really encouraging.”
“How wonderful,” Draco said, lifting a finger to lightly trace over Jason’s hand where it rested on the table and suppressing a smirk when he saw Jason shift in his seat. “You’ve such an important career; how does a man as successful as you stay so humble?”
Jason grinned, shrugging. “Comes naturally, I guess.”
“Wow,” Draco breathed. “You’re not like anyone I’ve met before.”
“Yeah, I get that a lot,” Jason winked, and Draco forced a giggle, watching Jason’s eyes flash in excitement.
Jason was Lucius’s seventh attempt in his crusade to see Draco married and settled with a pureblood by the time he was 26. The first couple of blind dates had left Draco “outraged and disgusted,” as he’d complained to Pansy over the Floo. “Father won’t see reason. Merlin, it’s torture.”
Pansy’s mouth had twisted into a smirk. “Well, it doesn’t have to be.”
Draco’d furrowed his eyebrows. “What do you mean?”
“There are only so many eligible, gay, Pureblood men in Britain,” Pansy’d grinned. “Your father wants you to date these idiots to maintain your reputation. What if you make sure there’s no more reputation to uphold—one man at a time?”
After that, Draco found himself looking forward to these new dates. The arrogant, unsuspecting men would sit across from him, play footsie under the table, talk on and on about their money, and leer at him all the while. And Draco let them with a placid smile on his face.
But Michael, poor bloke, had run screaming from the Manor as Draco’d thrown the prat’s clothes out the window with a hearty Incendio. It was the only proper response to Michael’s derision of Draco’s “poncy outfits.”
And Jake—or was it Blake? Draco could never remember, much to Jake-Blake’s annoyance—had nearly cried when Draco’s taken a golf club to his precious Aston Martin. But he should’ve thought of that before insulting Draco’s golf swing.
Then there was Bret, who’d spent so much time on his mobile, texting Merlin knew how many other men, that Draco thought that the fish in the pond at the Manor might enjoy the device, too, since Bret shared their intelligence.
Now, Jason prattled on and on about his family’s “gorgeous, but understaffed house by the lake” and how the food at the restaurant was “palatable, but not as good as in Paris, have you ever been?”
Draco blinked wide, innocent eyes. “To Paris? Oh, no. I’ve never been. Maybe you could show me around? I’d need someone capable to keep me from getting lost.”
Jason smirked. “Of course, baby, I’d take good care of you.”
Draco let a slow, sultry smile stretch across his face. Yes, this was going to be fun.
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“C’mon, baby, just tell me what’s wrong,” the man jutted out his lip into a pout.
Draco gave him a coy smile. “Who said anything was wrong?”
Suddenly, he felt a warm hand cover his thigh and a mouth close to his ear. “Hmm, a cutie like you here all alone? That can’t mean anything good.”
Draco held his breath. Three...Two...One…
The body next to him was suddenly knocked aside, and Draco looked up to see Jason, his eyes burning.
“Draco, what the hell!”
“Don’t you ‘Draco’ me, Jason!” He snapped. “While you were busy doing Merlin knows what—or who—in the loo for nearly thirty minutes, this bloke was keeping me company. If you don’t want me, you can just say so!”
Jason looked shocked. “Thirty minutes—I can’t have been gone for more than five!”
“Whatever it was, it was long enough for me to grow suspicious!”
“If you were so worried, why didn’t you go to the loo and see for yourself?”
“Because I, for one, didn’t want to see my fiancé fucking another bloke right in front of me!”
“Fiancé?!” Jason and the stranger said simultaneously, their expressions astonished.
Draco gasped sharply. “Are you seriously acting as if you never proposed to me?!”
“If I did I think I’d have remembered!”
“Wow!” Draco shook his head. “I knew you could be oblivious, but forgetting the best day of our lives is a new low, Jason.”
“But–you’re not even wearing a ring!”
“We said we’d get it in Paris!” Draco made his eyes well with practiced tears. “You said you wanted it to be perfect. ‘Only the best for my Draco, the love of my life!’ You said that, and I can see now that you didn’t mean it.”
He hopped off the stool striding out of the bar. He turned his head to see Jason staring at him, slackjawed.
Draco let one tear spill down his cheek. “Don’t contact me. Goodbye, Jacob.”
As he left the bar, he heard an incredulous, “IT’S JASON!!”
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“No, no, we asked for the ‘74 Le Vu, not the ‘87 Le Fite,” Xavier scowled. He plucked the glass from Draco’s fingers and handed it and his own to the server. “Fix it,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand.
Draco chanced a sympathetic look at the waiter, whose blank expression revealed that he had the patience of someone with years in the restaurant industry. “Yes, sir, my mistake. I apologize. One moment.” He turned on a heel, taking the rejected wine and used glasses and disappearing into the sea of tables.
“Honestly,” Xavier scoffed. “It’s impossible to get good service nowadays.”
Draco hummed in false assent. “That must be so taxing for you.”
Xavier sighed. “It’s just frustrating. You know, when I dine out, I expect a certain level of attendance from the waitstaff. I work hard for my money. I don’t need the added stress of an incompetent server who can’t do the simplest tasks,” he said, shaking his head.
“I know!” Draco exclaimed waving his hands wildly. “It’s insanity!” He said, making his gesture wider—just a bit more, and, “People can be so lazy!” He flung his arms almost across the table, finally knocking a glass of ice water into Xavier’s lap.
“Shit!” Xavier jumped from his seat, grabbing his napkin and drying his pants.
Draco let his lip wobble. “I-I’m so sorry.”
“Whatever, you idiot,” Xavier snapped.
Draco gasped loudly and rose from his seat, drawing eyes to their table. Perfect. “What did you just say??”
Xavier looked at him strangely. “I said ‘whatever.’”
Draco threw down his napkin. “Did you just call me an idiot?”
“What—no! I-”
“You’re a pig!” Draco reached over and slapped Xavier. A few scattered gasps rose from the other guests.
Their waiter came rushing over. “Is everything alright over here?”
Draco narrowed his eyes. “I was just going.” He turned and stormed off, leaving behind a sputtering Xavier.
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The date with Louis lasted all of twenty minutes before Draco’d had enough.
He couldn’t do this anymore. He couldn’t attend one more dinner with a man who looked at him like a pile of money or a piece of meat. He couldn’t flutter his eyelashes or give mechanical kisses or play dumb any longer.
He refused—Father and his inheritance be damned.
It was cowardly, he knew, leaving while John was in the restroom. But he didn’t have it in him to finish the dinner, nor to make a scene and cry and shout. And with the way Louis went on and on about how “the new Ministry is going to ruin this country,” Draco had a feeling it wasn’t going to work out, anyway.
He stepped out onto the street and raised his wand, feeling the familiar tug of Apparition take him to the apparition point closest to Muggle London. He walked along the cobblestone pathway in peace, taking in the sights of the city.
For the first time in months, Draco felt real, hot tears rise unbidden in his eyes. He didn’t bother to wipe them away, letting them cloud his vision. It was nice for a moment, allowing the world to go a bit fuzzy, until he tripped on an uneven cobblestone and fell to the ground.
His palms and knees stung from the impact, but he managed to keep from banging his head. He started to move to get up, despite his protesting knees, when a hand came into his vision, reaching down in front of him.
He took it, letting it gently pull him to his feet and causing his eyes to meet warm green ones that caused his heart to stutter.
“Malfoy—are you alright?” Potter said gently, taking in Draco’s red-rimmed eyes and cheeks.
Draco sniffed, willing his voice to stay even when he responded, “I’m fine, Potter. Just a rough evening. Thank you. Sorry to bother you.”
He turned to step past him when a firm hand clasped his arm.
“Wait, I–” Potter flushed lightly. “I want to talk to you.”
Draco narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “What are you playing at, Potter?” He said, a slight bite to his tone. “What game is this?”
Potter held up his hands. “No game, I swear. I just want to catch up.”
Draco studied Potter for a moment, taking in the earnest eyes and the beginning of a small, hopeful grin, and allowed himself the first genuine smile he could remember in weeks.
Yes, this was going to be fun.
I have a playlist of my 99 most listened-to songs of the year so far. Check my pinned post, pick a number 1--99, and send me an ask and I'll write you a fic based on the song that matches with that number on my list!
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.
Phases
For the old @drarrymicrofic prompt: Lunar. It turned out to be like 1.6k lol. I got my info about space from this website. Big thanks to my darling @written-in-ash for the beta!
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🌑New moon: The moon is between Earth and the sun, and the side of the moon facing toward us receives no direct sunlight; it is lit only by dim sunlight reflected from Earth.
He brings the bottle to his lips, grinning into the sip at something Weasley says. Leaning against the bar, he swallows and says something in return that makes Weasley laugh heartily and Granger roll her eyes.
Next to me, Pansy nudges my arm gently. "Go over and talk to him."
I shake my head. "Not now."
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🌒Waxing crescent: As the moon moves around Earth, the side we can see gradually becomes more illuminated by direct sunlight.
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"Malfoy," he says with a slight nod as he passes me in the corridor.
I choke on nothing, spinning around and watching his retreating back.
"Hi Potter," I whisper to the now empty hallway.
I kick myself the entire way back to my office.
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🌓First quarter: The moon is 90 degrees away from the sun in the sky and is half-illuminated from our point of view.
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"You're right."
I blink. "What?"
He shrugs. "You're right. We hadn't thought of that. I'll have someone from my team look into whether the suspect has a history with rare curses. Is tomorrow soon enough for us to get that to you?"
I clear my throat. "Er, yes, that would be acceptable."
He nods once. "Thanks, Malfoy."
"Sure," I say, resisting the urge to run out of his office. I'm sure I'm imagining the heat of his eyes on me as I walk away.
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🌔Waxing gibbous: The area of illumination continues to increase. More than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight.
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"Malfoy, wait up!"
I hold back a sigh and turn to face Potter, ignoring the butterflies in my stomach. "What is it, Potter?"
He catches up to where I'm stopped in the hallway. He grins brightly. "Want to get dinner? With me, I mean. Together."
I furrow my eyebrows. "Is this a work thing?"
He blushes. "Er, no. It's just...y'know, I'm hungry, and I assume you're hungry since you just had that apple for lunch and—"
"How do you know what I had for lunch?"
"I, um, I just noticed. Y'know us Aurors, always hyper-aware," he chuckles nervously. "So. Dinner?"
"Y-yes. Okay. Yes."
"Great, it's a date." He smiles, already walking away. "Meet at The Rose Garden at 7?"
I can only nod in response, but his wide grin is enough to tell me he saw it—and to keep me rooted to the spot for several minutes.
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🌕Full moon: The moon is 180 degrees away from the sun and is as close as it can be to being fully illuminated by the sun from our perspective.
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"Merry Christmas, Draco. We're glad you're here." Mrs. Weasley—Molly, I remind myself—hands me a soft lump wrapped in thin wrapping paper.
I tear it open, the paper coming apart easily in my hands after I undo the stubbornly knotted ribbon holding it all together. I can't help the way my lips part slightly in surprise at the soft green jumper, a 'D' stitched in silver on the front.
I look up at Molly, my throat thick with emotion when I whisper, "Thank you, Molly."
"You're welcome, dear," she smiles, reaching up to cup my cheek gently before moving to the other side of the room, muttering something about the mess of wrapping paper strewn about the rug.
I look around the room at the others, watching them exchange gifts, thank-yous, hugs, and laughter. My eyes meet Harry's and I hold his gaze as I pull on the sweater, only breaking eye contact when it goes over my head.
His eyes lock onto mine again, and I never want to let go.
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🌖Waning gibbous: More than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight, but the amount is decreasing.
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"What do you mean you're not coming, Harry? This has been planned for months!" I'm done trying to keep my tone perfectly even, indignation and disbelief tightening my chest.
Harry at least looks contrite. "I'm sorry, okay? I thought it was the weekend after."
"The invitation has been hanging on the refrigerator for months!" I huff.
Harry sighs. "I had every intention of attending Pansy's charity ball, but this is the biggest match of the season and no one expected the Cannons to make it this far. Ron would be devastated if I didn't go with him."
I grit my teeth. "And Weasley's feelings are more important than mine?"
"That's not what I said and you know it," Harry narrows his eyes. "And honestly, it won't kill us to be apart for a weekend. It's okay for us to do things separately."
I ignore the weird way that stings. "Except that Pansy has been relying on you to make an appearance to bring in more donations." I roll my eyes. "But whatever, Potter. Go to the stupid game. I suppose it's alright for you to miss this. But next time, you'll come with me, alright?"
Harry nods. "Yeah, I will. Thanks, Draco." His smile is soft and hopeful, and most of my anger melts away.
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🌗Last quarter: The moon has moved another quarter of the way around Earth, to the third quarter position. The sun's light is now shining on the other half of the visible face of the moon.
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I say it without really thinking after we babysit Teddy together for an afternoon. "Other people's children are great because you can give them back at the end of the day," I chuckle, leaning back against the couch.
"You think so?" Harry smiles wistfully. "I can't wait to have kids one day."
"You want children?" I ask as nonchalantly as I can. Not now, not now notnownotnownotnow.
Harry scoffs lightly, but not unkindly. "Of course I do. Who doesn't want kids?"
"Plenty of people, I'd think."
"They're crazy," Harry shakes his head. "I'm so excited to be a father."
"Well, not all of us want to be parents, Potter," I snap. His eyes widen and jump to mine.
"You don't want kids?"
"No, I don't," I say shortly.
"Why haven't we talked about this before?" He furrows his eyebrows.
I shrug. "I don't know. It's never come up."
"But—are kids a dealbreaker for you? I mean, would you come around to it if I—if your partner wanted them?"
I release a shaky breath, looking away. "I don't know. Would you be happy being with someone who doesn't want children?"
I see him clench his jaw out of the corner of my eye. He's quiet for a little while, and I nearly startle when he breaks the silence.
"I don't know."
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🌘Waning crescent: Less than half of the moon's face appears to be getting sunlight, and the amount is decreasing.
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His knuckles are white around the handle of the suitcase. "This is just something I have to do."
My body responds as if some emergency lever is pulled inside of me. My arms fall to my sides, my back straightens, my face is blank, my voice is emotionless. "Leave your key on the side table. I'll owl your things tomorrow."
His eyes well with tears, and something inside my mind is screaming at me to do something, to fix this, to pull the suitcase from his hand and his body into my arms.
He nods and turns around. I close my eyes so I don't have to see him leave.
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🌑New moon: Finally, the moon is back to its new moon starting position. Now, the moon is between Earth and the sun.
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I don’t watch him as he approaches me, waiting until he’s standing at my table before acknowledging him.
“Hi, Draco.” Time has been kind to him; the pictures in the Prophet don’t do him justice. But I don’t tell him that.
Instead, I say, “Potter.”
He nods at the empty chair across from me. “May I sit?”
I raise an eyebrow. “Shouldn’t you be getting home? I’m sure your kids would want to spend time with their father now that they’re home for summer hols.” I try not to sound bitter, but the wry twist of his mouth tells me I wasn’t entirely successful.
“They’re with Ginny. And they’re not kids anymore. Lily just graduated Hogwarts, and the other two are at university.” His smile is just a little bit far away, tinged with pride.
“Congratulations, Potter. You and your wife must be very proud parents.”
He gets a funny look on his face that makes me want to both punch him and wipe it off with my lips on his. “That’s all we are. Co-parents, I mean. We’ve been divorced for two years. I thought you knew?”
“I’m not one of your adoring fans, Potter. I don’t read about your life in the papers,” I roll my eyes. “I thought that’s what you liked about me,” I can’t help but say it, and I don’t care how petty it looks.
His eyes twinkle. “It’s just one of the things I like about you.”
“Do go on, Potter,” I drawl to belie the thrill that rushes through me.
He chuckles. “I will. Maybe over dinner? I’m hungry, are you?”
I squash the hope that rises before I let myself sink into it. “What are you doing, Potter?”
His face falls a little, but he looks into my eyes with a determination that still makes my heart race. He sits in the empty chair at my table, taking my hand from across the wooden surface between us.
“Starting over.”
Save Me
I wrote this a while ago and then didn't post it so here yall go lol.
Wait, let me get this straight.
You're breaking up with me. Because you want to protect me from yourself. And because you're afraid I'm only with you in order to save you?
And you say I have the savior complex?
Draco, love, not to dwell on the past, but I spent seven years on the run from a murderer. And for a good bit of that time, he was literally sharing my mind and my soul. Do you honestly think that I would spend a single second after what I endured for the first 18 years of my life doing anything other than exactly what I want?
But more than that. Do you really think that you've somehow conned me into this relationship? And now you've decided that you've got to foil your own nefarious plot?
Baby, you should know by now that no one gets to foil your nefarious plots except for me.
Draco, if you really want to end things between us...well. I was going to say 'that's fine.' And I guess it is, on some level, because it's not like I'd ever force you into staying with me. I would never let you go without a fight, but if you ever...truly wanted that. I'd let you go.
But I wouldn't be fine if you left. And it would take a while for me to be fine again.
So if your main goal in this is to ensure that you're doing what's best for me, then you have to trust me when I say that I had my own self-interests in mind when I decided to be with you. I decided that what was best for me was to share this—my heart, my life—with you.
You saved me, Draco—not by trying to break up with me, but by loving me, and letting me love you in return.
Stay, and we can save each other, over and over again.
After Ginny passed, Harry needed to get away. He planned on a quiet solitary trip to Barcelona but fate had other plans....Draco Malfoy was in the room next to his. Could something still spark after so many years? (I was watching Up and the prompt came to me lol)
My funko pops needed dusting, so I decided to use the opportunity to take new pictures…which I took into Gimp and added backgrounds. I found an image of Hogwarts and the Quidditch Pitch to use. So much fun!
Ok, I had this headcanon this morning:
So, we all know the scene were Harry and Draco have an argument and Harry turns to go away but Malfoy aims a hex at him which obviously leads to Moody transfiguring him into that ferret...
So just imagine how funny it would be if Harry and Draco were together in this scene and they were either just pretending to fight because they're dating in secret or they have some stupid fight about something silly. And Draco only wants to hex Harry with a minor spell, something they are allowed to throw at each other in fights as they have a silent agreement on that, like jelly legs or tarantallegra, which are easy to end, too.
Now imagine the shock Harry would have when all of a sudden there's a ferret sitting in the place of his boyfriend.
Ngl, once the first shock is over he'd still find it extremely funny and would make sure that Draco could never forget about it. But still. Just imagine the initial shock on Harrys face...
my god this is so CUTE 🥺🥺
drarry sleeping/bed prompts
— draco hogging the blankets
— draco unconsciously grabbing harry’s ass
— also him unconsciously cuddling him close like an extra pillow
— harry lightly snoring and draco teasing him on the mornings after
— they both have trouble sleeping due to the nightmares of their childhoods and the war
— which leads to either one writhing and screaming during the night (and ofc they take care of eachother when that happens)
— harry probably holds draco impossibly close to him and whispers sweet nothings
— draco stroking harry’s jawline and peppering chaste kisses all over his face and kisses his tears away
— they almost always fall asleep at the same time only seconds away from each other’s
— draco has a lot of dreams and predictions and they talk about it
— draco hums lullabies (which his mother used to sing to him) to harry when he thinks he’s asleep
— ofc harry pretends he’s sleeping just so he can listen to draco sing but never tells him
— draco is an early bird as he grew up in that pureblood scheduled lifestyle
— harry (due to the lack of a proper good night’s sleep at the dursley’s) sleeps in
— draco trying (well attempting) to cook breakfast in bed for him
— harry just straight up laughing as he eyes the burnt toast which draco had unsuccessfully tried to cut off all the burnt pieces (which was almost the entire slice)
— draco mumbling something about stupid muggle cooking and ungrateful gits and harry just laughs harder
— he can tell draco is embarrassed and pulls him in for a big sloppy kiss, whispering “thank you” as their lips brush against each other’s
— draco pulls a face even though a dusty pink blooms onto his cheekbones and harry offers him a piece of toast
— then they just end up sitting in bed and eating their burnt toast together
More Signs of Love
Draco’s hands hurt, too much to move them, too much to sign his words. He looked at Harry with an expression of pure misery, and resigned himself to having to use actual words to express his emotions. His throat ached at the mere thought.
He didn’t want to. Didn’t want to speak. What was the point of using words he couldn’t hear? Saying things that had no meaning? But there is was no other way for him to communicate his wants and needs to Harry. At least not at this moment in time.
Except there was. And Harry being Harry showed him. So, before Draco could use his words, or push past the pain of regrowing bones to force his hands to sign words, Harry did something that turned Draco’s world upside down and inside out.
Harry lowered the wards around his mind, dropped them all of them all at once, every single layer of protection. He silently and without so much as a warning bared his mind and soul to Draco, giving it to him for the taking, presenting it on a silver platter.
And because Draco was an extremely skilled Legilimens, he felt it, felt the protective walls crumble. Draco felt the tug, felt the almost irresistible desire to explore but he resolutely held back, refused to enter Harry’s mind, even though it was right there, open and vulnerable.
He shook his head, closed his eyes.
But Harry’s hands cupped his cheeks, caressed him with such love. Harry simply held his face in a tender embrace. Draco’s eyes opened of their own accord but he couldn’t stop blinking furiously to try and combat the urge to cry. It was all too much, too overwhelming.
He drew in a shaky breath and when Harry smiled encouragingly, Draco’s heart stuttered to a halt.
“It’s okay, my love, I want you to.”
Draco couldn’t tell whether Harry was only moving his lips, mouthing the words or whether there was sound involved, but he didn’t care, couldn’t focus.
Harry opened his mind a little further and when he leant in to press a soft and lingering kiss to Draco’s forehead, Draco felt himself slip. He entered Harry’s mind, drawn inside by the gentle invitation and the sweetness of Harry’s kiss, and closing his eyes, he focused.
Hello my love, there you are.
Harry’s voice rang in Draco’s head and a wretched sob tore itself from the very centre of Draco’s core. He could hear Harry, could hear the sound of his voice, the tenderness with which he spoke, the deep warmth and care he infused his words with, the love and kindness, the goodness of it all.
Draco cried and his body shook with it, the sensations, the experience of sharing a mental link with Harry, of actually hearing his voice for the first time ever, it was too much. Half of Draco wanted to pull away, to cut the connection and reinforce his own walls, but he couldn’t, didn’t have the strength to leave this newly-found haven.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, he thought, knowing that he sounded desperate. I beg you talk to me. Never stop. Talk to me. Draco wept as he spoke.
Harry’s warm and amused laughter thrummed through Draco’s veins, set him alive.
Let me tell you a story, my love.
Draco prayed to every deity in existence that Harry would tell him a never-ending story because there was no hope in hell he’d ever be able to get enough of hearing Harry’s voice, even if it wasn’t actually real.