Harco - Tumblr Posts
Ron: What does a kid call his dad?
Harry: Daddy?
Draco: *coming into the room*
Draco: Yes baby?
Ron: *passes out*
Draco: Hey Potter, are you seeing anyone?
Harry: *blushes* no, why?
Draco: I don't know. I just really think it would really help if you saw a therapist or something.
Pansy: If you could take any person in the world for a dinner, who would you take?
Harry: I can honestly say, Draco
Pansy: Aww, I'm gonna take a janitor then, cause I'm about to throw up
Harry: Do you take constructive criticism?
Draco: Not without crying
Harry: If I ever have a daughter, I'm gonna name her Lizard. Then she'll get the nickname 'Liz' and everybody's gonna be like 'oh is that short for Elizabeth?' and she'll have to say 'no my name is Lizard.'
Draco:
Draco: What the fuck is wrong with you?
Harry: Idiot Malfoy
Draco, mocking Harry: Idiot Malfoy
Harry: Stop that!
Draco: Stop that!
Harry: Quit it!
Draco: Quit it!
Harry: I love you
Draco: Aww I love me too
Harry: What makes life so difficult?
Draco: People.
Draco: I believe you said your childhood was satisfactory
Harry: No, you misheard me, I said sadness factory
Lovestruck idiots
“Oi! Potter! I wonder who’s going to go to the Yule ball with you, with that hair of yours. Must be someone really desperate, the worst of the worst.” Hearing that the young saviour swiftly turned on his heels to face the speaker, all the while rolling his eyes.
Every logical bone in his body screamed at him to just take the high road and leave. But this was Malfoy that was talking, and he’ll be damned if he stood down to one of Draco Malfoy’s taunts.
“Well, fitting you say that Malfoy, because I was going to ask you.” A perfect zing. Ten out of ten Harry smirked to himself, he knew what he had done, he had Malfoy pressed into a tight little corner.
And if Malfoy was taken aback by his answer, he didn’t let it show, afterall his pureblood raising did him well. The gears in the blondes head turned as he thought of the best answer to Harry bloody Potter, the ball was now in his court and obviously he’s not going to pass up on the chance to humiliate the scarhead and so he takes the most logical route of humiliation, for Potter of course, and calls out his bluff.
“Fine, Potter, I reckon we’re going”
And with that Harry locked Draco’s eyes in a fierce stare, in a futile attempt to stare him down, “Reckon we are.”
With that, the both very oblivious teens stormed off in preparation to the events that just went down, each looking to outdo the other, humiliate each other. Leaving in the charms corridor, a very confused Ron, a gawking Pansy and one Hermione, who desperately needed a pensieve, preserve this memory forever and ever.
part 2
part 3
Lovestruck idiots
part 1
By dinner, the news of Potter’s and Malfoy’s arrangement for Yule had spread like fiendfyre among the school. It was what everyone was talking about, besides the fact that Dumbledore seemed to have dyed his hair an odd blue.
Of course, everyone thought that they were just bluffing, Potter and Malfoy? It was impossible.
But yet, only a few days later after the incident in the hallway occured. Harry was seen, holding a bunch of specially ordered roses in front of the slytherin dorms.
It was Gregory Goyle who had opened the door to meet the brunette. To say he was shocked with what he was seeing would have been an understatement. No, if he hadn’t had the slytherin reputation to uphold. His jaw would have fallen straight to hell.
“Goyle…Is Malfoy up there? Could you bring these up to him?” Harry asked with a wicked smile on his face, clearly satisfied with his move.
“You, Potter, want me to bring these up to Draco?”questioned the stunned slytherin.
“Yes Goyle. Bring them up to Malfoy, tell him I can’t wait till yule. Tell him they’re from”
“…from?”
With a very slytherin grin marring his face, he replied, “…Harry.”
With that Harry turned on his heels and marched away from the dungeons.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
“Dray?” Gregory questioned as he pushed open the door to their dorms, catching the blonde’s attention.
Thrusting the bunch of roses he held in his hand to the boy, “Potter told me to hand these to you, said to tell you he can’t wait till yule and specifically told me to say that tehy were from Harry.”
Hearing the name Harry, Draco’s attention immediately snapped towards his friend,
“He specifically said Harry?” Draco frowned at how foreign that name sounded on his lips. Harry, Harry, Harry, he repeated in his mind.
“Yes, look Dray, are you sure you want to go to Yule with him. I mean he is Potter. Your father will definitely not be pleased and not to mention the whole rivalry thing you’ve got going on…”
“Exactly. He is, Potter.” Draco replied off-handedly, completely misunderstanding what Greg had actually meant and disregarding the second part of his remark, his mind fixated on regaining the upper hand on Harry.
“What to do, what to do. Ah, yes, that’ll show him.” Draco thought.
“Greg?” Draco asked, a fiery look in his eyes “Where were those treacle tarts that I bought the other day?”
“The limited edition ones? the ones that cost you what-25 galleons?”
“Yes those” The blonde replied while rummaging through his trunk, hoping to find those damned tarts.
“The ones which you called “my precious babies, my little tartlets, no one is going to eat you but me”, the ones which you screamed at Blaise for trying to smell them.”
Draco nodded, oblivious to the disbelief shown on his friend’s face.
“-They’re next to your transfiguration book.”
With that, Draco grabbed the box of very precious tarts to give to his arch rival. And if he subconsciously remembered that treacle tarts were Harry’s absolute favourite, well all we can say is coincidence, I think not.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
By the time the Yule Ball rolled around, everyone grew accustomed to Harry’s and Draco’s antics. Unbeknownst to everyone, their two best friends, Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger had become friends due to them.
Even more the two girls had started a betting system on when their friends would stop “being so fucking oblivious”. Actually almost half of the Gryffindors and Slytherins had placed a bet down and were actively waiting for the results.
But Yule ball was where the school became separated on what would go down. Half the school took a gamble that Harry and Draco wouldn’t actually go through with their arrangement. Yule was a big thing to the wizarding world-especially to the purebloods. Flirting on normal days with your enemy was nothing but going to Yule with him, now that was huge. Plus this was Draco-my father will hear about this-Malfoy, there was no absolute way.
Then there was the other half, led by the drarry ship co-captains, Hogwarts’ very own rainbow flag waver- Hermione and Pansy. I mean- Have you seen how those two act? yes they’re bloody oblivious, but they’re so in love. And are we not going to take in account their engorgio’ed egos? They were sure that the both of them would take an avada kedavra before they back down to a challenge.
On the evening of the Yule Ball, nearly all of Hogwarts had arrived early to the great hall to wait for the entrance of Potter and Malfoy. At seven sharp, when the ball had officially begun, all eyes in the hall were trained on the entrance waiting for a blonde and a brunette to show up.
True to Pansy’s words, Draco and Harry showed up together, with Harry holding on to Draco’s arms. Even with literally everyone’s eyes on them, even Filch’s, they didn’t seem to realize. No, they were far too engrossed in their conversation to care about the world surrounding them.
In fact, the gryffindor seemed to have told a joke to Draco, judging by his outrageous hand-gestures and weird face he was pulling, and the slytherin seemed to be laughing along.
“Salazar’s underwear, look at what Harry’s wearing.” Pansy whispered out.
Harry, in fact, was dressed in a pair of slytherin green dress robes that Blaise swore he saw Draco place an owl order for two weeks back. To say Harry had cleaned up nice would have been an understatement, with dress robes of that standard and his seeker shaped body typed, he would have every boy and girl in this room pining for him before this night ends.
Draco, seeming to have noticed all the attention his erm–acquaintance have received, started to glare at all the people staring at Harry.
“Sweet mother of Merlin, is that a replica of Harry’s glasses?” Hermione muttered. And indeed, hanging on Draco’s nose were a pair of thinned framed wire glasses, an exact duplicate of Harry’s.
The unlikely duo looked exactly like what a couple looked liked, dancing, laughing, holding hands. And let’s not forget the loving stares into each other’s eyes. They were swaying away to another one of The Weird Sisters hits, with Harry constantly stepping on Dracos toes and Draco gracefully guiding him.
Everyone was staring at them and they were staring at each other.
part 3
Lovestruck Idiots
part 1
part 2
Even as the night died down, the stares at the duo had never wavered. Draco and Harry have finally left the dance floor and migrated next to the food bar, drinking butterbeer and feasting on the massive supply of treacle tarts.
“I cannot believe the amount of shit you’ve been through over the years Potter and here I was thinking my life was tough under my father’s scrutinizing gaze.”
“Lucius Malfoy is certainly a piece of work …did i tell you about the story about your house elf-well ex house elf once-”
“Hold up Potter, you’ve got a bit of tart on your face. Honestly I thought you were the one with better manners out of your little golden trio.” Draco said all the while looking down to carefully wipe the smudge on the corner of Harry’s lips.
“Hello Draco”
“Salazar’s right arm! Parkinson What do you think you’re doing!” the boy twisted his head in anger to look at his best friend, furious that she had interrupted his time with his Potter. Just as he was going to open his mouth to tell off the slytherin, he realized what he had just thought and reminded himself that no they were not together and that this was all a ruse.
“Why thank you for that very welcoming greeting Draco. Hermoine and I were just noticing how the both of you seem to be waltzing your nights away without even saying a simple hello to your best friends.” Pansy remarked idly while sipping on her tea, careful not to smudge any of her lipstick. “Did you forget to tell me something, Draco dear?”
“Yes Harry, I worked so hard to make sure your every strand of hair is in place for tonight and you ignore me for the whole night?” Hermoine added on.
“Pansy-”
“Hermoine-”
“Hush. We’ll leave you two alone for now and leave the questioning for tomorrow, that is if you two lovestruck idiots end up leaving each other ’s side tonight.” and with a very well executed wink, the two girls left the dumbstruck boys alone.
Harry suddenly thought the great hall’s floors looked very beautiful. Really ,Harry was awestruck on how well the marbling was done and Draco never thought the artificial night sky looked as beautiful as it did tonight.
“Are you thirsty, Malfoy?” Harry suddenly interrupted the awkward silence that loomed over them.
“ I-”
“Because I am feeling very thirsty right now, like VERY thirsty, in fact I see the butterbeer table right there, do you want one? You probably do, I’ll go get some for us, toodles!” And with that elegant greeting, our saviour practically ran to the drinks table, before his counterpart could get a word in.
Now alone at the table, a very confused Draco was trying to sort through his thoughts. Lovestruck idiots? No, they were hardly friends, barely acquaintances. This night, although not utterly terrible as he might have once predicted, was just part of their little charades going on to see who would break first.
Although he must admit Potter was not as stuck up as he once believed, he turned out to be decent company, being able to keep up with his banter.
He might be gay, be he wasn’t Potter gay.
Hpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdmhpdm
He lied, he wasn’t thirsty at all. No Harry just needed a quick out to that increasingly awkward situation between himself and Malfoy. But toodles?, Merlin, he had to bury himself in a hole.
Nearing the drinks table, he spotted the bowl Seamus had told him about. Before he had left the lion’s den to meet Malfoy, Seamus had happily announced to the upper years that next to the “boring pumpkin juice” was a firewhiskey laced punch bowl.
He quickly filled two glasses of the mixture and started his way back to their table. What was Hermione and Parkinson thinking, ruining their perfectly non-awkward talking.
“ I got us drinks! Seamus laced it with some firewhiskey so don’t down it too quickly…”
“I know how to hold my whiskey Potter, don’t worry about me…”
No, they were not lovestruck idiots at all, just two friends going to Yule together.
Just a a silly thing that occurred to me
(Drarry)
Ron: You are so annoying Malfoy!!
Draco: DIE WEASLEY!! *whisper*
"you poor fool.."
Ron: Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?
Draco: No, but Harry's d-...
Ron: Wait.. What?
Draco: nothing.
Harry: *Hits his forehead, Notable blush*
Blaise:...
Pansy:...
Theodore:...
Hermione: *Takes some of his tea*
Harry is so Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy and Draco is so Killer Queen
Some more drarry 🥰 Harry is a professor and Draco is still studying 🤓
Sketch dump 🖤
Okay, I get it, ya all like the drarry stuff and not my other stuff 😁 got it, will work on the boys more, cause I also love them
Every time I just want to sketch them and end up rendering 😅