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I’m just amazed at 12 year old Draco

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. 

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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.

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.

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“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.

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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

“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

Shout out to my mom (English teacher) whos currently reading love simon with her students and told them that there are rumors that the book is based on a harry potter fic just because I told her about this post....

Love, Simon is a deamus fanfiction.

We all know that becky albertalli is a potterhead so,,,,don’t @ me

Ok but

People always acting like the slytherin protects the hufflepuff. I feel like I would be dead without my two hufflepuff friends but go off I guess

the new type of tiktok draco stans confuse me because they're all cishets that find it somehow hot that hes a wizarding nazi yet somehow ship him with hermione (and dramione always freaked me out).....what happened to drarry?????why is nobody shipping drarry anymore???SOMEONE EXPLAIN

tom felton is really clinging onto his 17 minutes screentime and is overstaying his welcome by A LOT.

It's to a point where he is actually creeping me out. apart from him being transphobic (which is reason enough to not support him anymore) the way he's obsessed with Emma as hermione atm is concerning AS HE IS A GROWN MAN AND EMMA WAS UNDERAGE?

I also saw a tiktok of him singing about his ex girlfriend, basically calling her ugly when she's naked??? man LEAVE. WE DON'T WANT YOU ANYMORE

Dude I just finished this fanfic and it made me absolutely lose it. i cried so much even when it wasn't that sad. basically Harry's reality gets messed with and he sees how everything would have turned out if voldemort was killed before the first wizarding war.

you get wolfstar, drarry, jegulus, and all the other good stuff.

harry is a massive asshole but tries to redeem himself. Dad!James is absolutely adorable and man i just loved it

i HATE when in fanfic they say someone has a british accent…WHICH ONE??? be precise 🥲

I NEED HELP FINDING THIS ONE FANFICTION

-ok so regulus finds out narcissa is pregnant and writes letters to draco for the future to warn him about the family, death eaters blablabla

-it might be drarry? if i remember correctly?

-i also think draco became friends with neville?

Ron : Hermione, you're never gonna believe me! I saw Draco and Harry kissing together in the library!

Hermione : No I don't believe it, it's super weird!

Ron : Is not it ?

Hermione : Yes. What the hell were they doing in the library !?

Drago : Potter!

Harry : When the hell are you gonna stop calling me by my last name? We're together !

Drago : I'll stop calling you Potter when your last name is Malfoy.

Drago Malefoy aesthetic

I found these photos on Pinterest as usual if I should notify or delete them please let me know

- Your sweater is very pretty. Pansy quips looking at Harry's new green jumper

Draco sneers.

- Draco has some insecurities. Harry giggles leaning into them arms of her boyfriend. Leaving the inscription "property of Draco Malfoy" on the back to everyone can see.

23.07.22. 00:07 A tak spędzam nockę:

Czy tylko ja mam tak, że po pierwszych kilku rozdziałach, wpadam na idealny pomysł nadania idealnego tytułu? 😅

LU (=

Day 175: Band

For a prompt specifically about a music band.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Draco said as he stared at the man who’d just walked through the door. Ralph had promised that he knew a solid guitar player who could sub in for a couple performances. And Draco had trusted him.

Well, lesson learned. He’d never trust Ralph again because there in the doorway stood Harry fucking Potter. Stupid, messy hair pulled back into a bun; tidy beard framing what appeared to be a strong jaw; tattoos peeking out from the collar of his shirt and along his arms; eyebrow piercing; and six feet of gorgeous muscle. In short, something straight out of one of Draco’s wet dreams.

“Well, well,” Potter murmured, voice low and smooth like molasses. “Who’d have imagined this?”

“You two know each other?” Pete asked from where he was perched behind his drum set.

Draco blew out a breath, “We went to school together.”

Potter chuckled softly, eyes glinting at him.

“Conservatory?” Ralph asked as he picked up his electric bass and slung the strap over his neck.

The other man raised an eyebrow and the ring glinted in the stage lights, “Conservatory, huh? Always imagined you going into something…” he trailed off, “pharmaceutical.”

He rolled his eyes, “My godfather certainly wanted that. Too bad he died.” Potter’s eyebrow ticked up but Draco continued, “I always expected you’d go into law enforcement.” Draco hadn’t ever really considered a world where Harry Potter hasn’t become an auror.

Potter huffed and rolled his eyes, “I got sick of peoples’ expectations.”

“Right,” Ralph interrupted. “This is all well and good but maybe you two could save the reunion chat for after rehearsal. We're not all independently wealthy wankers, some of us actually have day jobs to get to.”

“You’re staying?” Draco asked him incredulously.

Potter shrugged, “I’m in between gigs, it’s your call.”

He narrowed his eyes at the other man, "fine. But if you can't keep up you're out of here."

Those green eyes brightened with the thrill of challenge and pleasure zipped up Draco's spine. It had been a long time since he'd experienced this particular thrill and it went straight to his head.

"You're on," Potter said, opening his guitar case as Draco sat down at the keyboard.

Pete counted them off and Draco gave himself over to the joy of making music.

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Potter was surprisingly good.

He played well, had a good ear, and his voice was surprisingly pleasant. Draco was grudgingly impressed.

"Want to get some lunch?" Potter asked him at the end of rehearsal as Draco was guzzling half a bottle of water to sooth his parched throat.

He promptly choked on his drink, "Excuse me?" he managed when he finally had his coughing under control.

Potter quirked an irritatingly attractive crooked grin at him, "You heard me perfectly."

"Why would you want to have lunch with me?"

The other man shrugged, "That's much easier to answer than if you'd asked why you'd want to have lunch with me," he replied. "I would like to have dinner with you," he continued before Draco had had proper time to process that statement, "because I want to get to know you better. I like the way you interact with the people around you, Ralph had nothing but good things to say about you and he's a pretty good judge of character. And," he said, leaning forward conspiratorially and lowering his voice, "I think you're attractive."

He stared at him, feeling like he must have fallen through some sort of temporal shift. There was no way that Harry Potter had just said that to him. Maybe he was dreaming.

"I'm not the boy you knew at school," he added.

He clicked his jaw shut and he straightened up, "Alright fine."

Potter grinned at him again and it was sharp, and bright, and just a little dangerous and Draco couldn't help but think that maybe he was getting in a little over his head.

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Lunch had been surprisingly pleasant.

Potter had taken him to a fish and chip place, a little hole in the wall, and Draco wanted to die with how perfect the greasy, hot, salty chips tasted in the malt vinegar. And then Potter had proceeded to ask him questions and let Draco talk about himself for nearly two hours.

"Circe," he said eventually, leaning back in his chair, "You need to tell me to stop talking."

Potter's eyes crinkled in the corners with his smile, "Why would I ever want to do that?"

"Because I've been rambling for the better part of two hours, surely you don't care about the piano teacher that I had when I was a child."

"I want to listen to whatever you want to say," he said and he said it so genuinely that Draco couldn't help but wonder if he actually meant it.

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Three weeks in and Draco had to pretty much constantly resist the urge to slam Harry into walls and make out with him. And sometimes the other man would look at him with the same desire reflected in his eyes, but just as soon as Draco would spot it, the other man would blink and it would be gone.

It was safe to say that he found Harry very attractive and he enjoyed his personality but it wasn't until he heard him play acoustic and sing that Draco really fell completely.

Ralph had invited him to come to the bar where he'd first heard Harry sing, apparently Harry had a standing Thursday night gig there, and Draco had said yes. They sat toward the back and Draco had expected to enjoy the performance, but he hadn't expected the other man to completely steal his heart from within his chest.

When Harry sang, it was like his entire heart and soul were bared before you. And the way he played his guitar, like it was an extension of himself, strumming and plucking the strings as though it came easier to him than breathing.

He was enraptured.

Draco wasn't ready for it to be over, wasn't ready to face Harry, to come to terms with all that he was feeling. But Ralph stood up at the end of Harry's set as he was making his way off the stage and waved him over and it was too late to run and hide.

"Hey!" Harry said, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table. "I didn't know you were going to be here," he said, nudging Draco's shin with his toes.

I think I'm in love with you. He cleared his throat and carefully organized his thoughts before opening his mouth, "Ralph invited me," he said.

"It's always nice to hear you on acoustic," Ralph added.

"Thanks," Harry replied with an easy grin, "It's a nice change, you know?"

Ralph talked a little bit, yammered about who knows what, that Draco was thinking to loudly to hear.

When Ralph got up (to use the loo? get a drink? move to Hong Kong? Draco didn't know) he turned to Harry and stared at him.

"You're quiet," Harry commented as he drank the remaining water in his bottle.

"Who are you?" he asked.

Harry blinked, head tilting uncertainly, "Err-"

"I mean, honestly. Who gave you the right to be this fucking talented? On top of everything else you have going for you? What the fuck?"

The other man huffed a laugh, "Thanks," he said, obviously preparing to downplay it.

"It's fucking annoying."

He blinked, "Okaay."

Draco threw a hand up in the air, "I mean, how are you still single? You are everything tha-"

"Date me," he said, grinning brightly and perking up.

"How can I?!" he exclaimed. "Knowing that I could literally never measure up? Knowing that you deserve some much better-"

"Draco," he said, covering Draco's hand with his. "You are so far out of my league."

"Pfft. You're not fool-"

Harry leaned over the corner of the table and kissed him. "I like you," he said when he pulled back. "A lot. I like so many things about you. And I think that my opinion of you and your opinion of me matter more than our opinions of ourselves. Don't you think?"

"Kiss me again."

He grinned and leaned over the corner of the table, kissing Draco softly, fingers threading through his hair. "Is that a yes?" he asked when he pulled back.

"That's a keep bloody kissing me," he said, grabbing Harry by the front of the tshirt and dragging him in once more.

Harry kissed him back, lips and tongue moving sensuously against Draco's until Draco lost track of everything except Harry's body and mouth.

"About time," Ralph grunted and they broke apart. "Oh, please," he said as he grabbed his coat off the back of his chair, "Don't stop on my account. Save everyone the agony of watching you two staring at the other when you think no one is looking. We all see it-"

"Yes, thank you," Draco interrupted, rolling his eyes, "Such dramatics, as though I didn't literally walk in on you and your girlfriend having sex on my piano bench."

Harry let out a surprised laugh and he couldn't help the smile that bloomed in response.

"Don't laugh," he said, shoving him, "It was traumatic. I had to see," he shuddered dramatically, "lady bits."

"Do you want to get out of here?" Harry asked.

He nodded, "I'd like nothing better."

"Well, since the two of you have already forgotten that I exist, I'll just be off, too," Ralph teased.

He rolled his eyes, "Good night, Ralph."

Harry waved at him before turning his gaze back on Draco. "Want to come over to mine and watch a movie?"

"Is that code for snog like teenagers on the sofa?" Draco asked, raising an eyebrow and running his finger up Harry's forearm.

"It's code for whatever you want it to be," Harry said, "As long as it's with me."

"There's no one else I'd rather it be."

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Day 174: Star-Crossed Lovers | Day 176: Doppleganger

Draco: I turned out perfectly fine! Harry: Draco, this morning you thought a ghost made your toast Draco: I DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDN’T PUT THE BREAD IN!!!

Harry is so Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy and Draco is so Killer Queen