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Miri! For the drarry prompts I would love to see your take on soulmate aus. Personally I like when it's a mark on their skin and/or it is only visible for a certain amount of time, but if something else strikes your fancy I would love to read that too!!! 💞💞💞💞💞💞💞

You know soulmate AUs are one of my favorite tropes! I was so excited to get this prompt, and it just flowed out of me once I got started. I sure hope you like what I came up with. ;D

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“It’s you,” Draco breathed, his eyes wide in a face drained of color. “Of course it’s you. It always has been. Merlin, I’m a fool.”

His hands came up to cradle his own face, hiding from the reality that the sharp, insistent tugging at his core was making apparent. If he’d dared to look up he might’ve seen a mirrored expression of shock on the face of the man across from him. His once upon a time childhood nemesis, Savior of them all, now revealed to be his soulmate. It just figured that this would happen. His luck never did hold for very long.

But why hadn’t it happened before? Why now? The soulmate bond was often said to be triggered by significant moments in the pair’s lives. Of course, that was only one theory. There were many theories on the whys and hows of the awakening of the link, but none had been proven fact. It was said that they researched soulmate bonds in the Department of Mysteries, but none of the fruits of that labor had ever been made public knowledge. 

He heard a soft intake of breath not his own, almost a gasp, perhaps, of pain quickly stifled, and then he was moving before he was even fully aware of what he was doing, driven by an instinct so strong it might as well have been automatic. Draco couldn’t have stopped himself had he wanted to. His hands dropped away from his face, as he moved forward to grasp Potter’s.. No, Harry’s bicep with one hand, the other cupping his cheek, thumb sliding along the curve of his cheekbone in a mindless caress. He’d never be just Potter to Draco ever again. His voice softened, concern taking over from incredulity in an instant at any sign of distress from his bonded.

“What is it; what’s wrong? Are you hurting anywhere? Talk to me, Harry.”

A strained laugh quickly followed by a slight shake of the head, and then Harry was closing his eyes and leaning into Draco’s touch like he actually welcomed it, which made Draco feel like all the air in the room had suddenly vanished, leaving him lightheaded and reeling. He almost missed Harry’s reply but just managed to yank his mind back into focus in time to catch the quietly murmured response.

“No, s’fine now. It just felt.. tight, almost like it might tear a bit. But it’s gone now, feels good. Warm…”

The mumbling faded away as Harry moved closer, arms going around Draco and holding him firmly as he turned his head and pressed his lips to Draco’s palm. This of course caused Draco’s face to heat, cheeks going pink even as horror at what Harry’s words implied struck him full force. Had he meant that his core felt like that before Draco had closed the distance between them?! He’d felt the pull, of course, urging him to touch Harry, to acknowledge their connection and close the loop, but it hadn’t been anything as frightening as what Harry described he’d felt in the instant that their bond had flared to life between them.

Shuddering at the very thought, the hand that was gripping Harry’s arm shifted to encircle his waist instead, needing the reassurance of both holding and being held in turn. Draco sighed as Harry pulled back a little to meet his gaze evenly, those familiar green eyes, so vivid in spite of the horrid oval frames that had become almost as recognizable as Harry’s scar watching him almost carefully as Harry voiced a question of his own.

“Are you alright? I know you said that it’s, um.. al-always been me, but you didn’t seem exactly thrilled when—”

Draco shook his head in sharp negation before cutting Harry off by covering Harry’s mouth with his own. It wasn’t quite how he imagined their first kiss would be (and Salazar had he imagined it plenty, despite never in a million years thinking any such thing would actually happen), but it was perfect all the same. Harry’s lips were soft and slightly chapped, parted a bit from being caught mid speech, and Draco took advantage of this when Harry made a low, needy sound and clutched at the back of Draco’s shirt in his hands. He slipped his tongue in, where it slid hotly against Harry’s as the other man surged against him.

There was suddenly zero distance between their bodies, and Draco moaned softly into the kiss as every part of him pressed against Harry from shoulder to hip. The hand that had been cupping Harry’s face sank into his hair instead, twining in the wild black curls as if to anchor him there more firmly. They explored every inch of each other’s mouths before pulling back just enough to catch their breaths, foreheads pressed together as they watched each other with new eyes. When Draco finally found his voice it was an octave lower than usual, thick with want and things he wasn’t quite ready to voice.

“I’m fine, you wanker. I was just surprised. You have no idea how long I’ve.. Well, nevermind that. I meant it. What I said. And I’m not unhappy that it’s you, Harry. Not at all.”

One corner of Harry’s mouth curved up in a lopsided smile, and it almost cut Draco off at the knees, to have it be directed at him, for him. He thought it might be his new mission in life to make Harry smile like that always. It was Harry who leaned forward this time to press another soft, yet brief kiss to Draco’s mouth before pulling back to speak, that smile in his voice making Draco light up inside in a way he thought he might quickly become addicted to.

“Good, you prat. Because I’m not either. Sad that it’s you, I mean. Not a bit.”

Draco’s breathing hitched at the admission, at what it implied, and Harry just kept smiling at him, calloused fingers rubbing gentle, lazy circles along Draco’s back as he watched him. And another thought struck him just then; perhaps luck was with him after all because Draco couldn’t imagine anything better than being here with Harry in this moment. Harry Potter, his former arch-rival, The Boy Who Lived Twice, his soulmate. Draco smiled.

Can I suggest some Draco hair braiding for a prompt? 👀

Apologies for this taking so long, but I hope it was worth the wait! You guys are spoiling me with these prompts. You know I love our boys with long hair.

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A stream of muttered cursing caught Harry’s ear as he was passing the door to their bedroom, so he paused and poked his head in to see what had Draco in such a snit. His boyfriend was sitting in front of the vanity, glancing from the mirror, down to a book he had open in front of him, and back again. Those long, elegant fingers Harry loved so much were buried in Draco’s hair, which normally fell to the middle of his back but was currently half done up in what looked to be a complicated sort of braid gone wrong. A hand mirror spelled to float behind the blond shifted this way and that as Draco turned his head in an attempt to see where he’d missed a plait.

Harry tried to keep the smile out of his voice, but from the way Draco’s head jerked up and mercurial grey eyes narrowed dangerously at him he figured he probably hadn’t quite succeeded. 

“Having some trouble there, love?” 

He winced at the low growl he got by way of a reply and briefly debated fleeing for his life before his Gryffindor courage rose to the fore and propelled him further into the room. 

“Okay, okay. Stupid question—” he held out his hands, palms forward in a placating gesture as he came to a stop just behind the stool Draco was perched on, “I’m sorry. Can I help?”

Draco considered him silently, eyeing his reflection in the vanity mirror just long enough to have Harry squirming in place before the other man huffed and removed his hands from his hair. His tone conveyed the same doubt Harry recognized when Draco questioned Harry’s sanity, which was at least twice a day, he was sure.

“I don’t see how you could. What on earth would you know about styling hair with that blasted bird’s nest of yours always looking as if you don’t even own a brush?”

Draco’s eyes flitted up to Harry’s hair to emphasize his point, which was in its usual messy bun while he was at home. Nevermind the fact that the blond had complained bitterly the last time Harry’d gotten fed up and had it cut high and tight on the sides and in back and barely left enough of a fringe to obscure the famous scar marring his forehead. It had amused Harry enough that he hadn’t cut it again after that, instead managing the wild, untamable mass by tying it back as often as possible. He did like pleasing Draco, after all, and if his lover liked combing his fingers through Harry’s hair while they lounged about at home or even better tightening a fist in it while they.. Well, he’d put up with both the cracks about it being unmanageable and the extra time it took in the shower to wash it if it made Draco happy.

“Ha bloody ha. Now quit scowling at me and hold still. Does it have to be like in that manual you have there, or is any braid alright?”

A patently annoyed eyebrow arch accompanied Draco’s response.

“If any braid would do, why do you think I would be attempting to do this one, Harry?”

Harry gave him a flat look in the mirror before sinking his hands into Draco’s hair and slowly, gently teasing the silky strands apart until it was all loose and flowing freely down his back again. Shaking it out and giving Draco’s head a bit of a massage while he was at it, he smirked at the low, pleased hum Draco made at the feel of his nails scratching lightly along his scalp. While he did this, he studied the moving pictures in the book on the vanity, and when he felt Draco relax against him he gathered a few small sections of hair and slowly started plaiting them, carefully adding hair to each section as he went.

For his part, Draco watched Harry carefully in the mirror as he worked, and it slowly became apparent that Draco was going to have to eat his words. Not that he was likely to actually admit he’d been wrong out loud, of course. He liked it better when he had Harry off balance. The Gryffindor was infinitely more fun to tease that way. After a while Draco closed his eyes and just basked in the attention Harry afforded him. There were very few things in life he enjoyed more than quiet moments like this, just the two of them together at home. At the sound of Harry clearing his throat, Draco blinked his eyes open and looked up at him through the mirror.

“Does this meet with His Majesty’s approval, then?”

Harry’s tone was sardonic, but his smile gave the lie to it as he tied the end of the braid off with a bit of light blue ribbon that had been laying on top of the vanity next to the book. He watched Draco to gauge his reaction as the other man leaned forward and examined his hair thoroughly in the mirror, the little hand mirror also zooming up from where it had settled on the vanity to show him the finished product from every angle. After a long, drawn out silence, Draco turned toward him with a haughty sniff and a superior tilt to his chin.

“I suppose it will do. Where did you learn to braid hair?”

Draco eyed him suspiciously, and Harry laughed and shook his head at his lover’s antics as he replied, tone rife with amusement.

“Did you forget who my roommates were before we moved in together? Luna taught me, of course. You two have really similar hair, you know—” Harry broke off hastily as Draco’s brows began to knit together in a scowl and changed course. “Yours is better, of course. Very silky and..and shiny!”

He fidgeted under the blond’s regard until Draco relented and grabbed a fistful of Harry’s shirt, tugging him down til his face was level with Draco’s and murmured, “You’re damn right it is.” And promptly kissed him senseless.

When they came up for air a few breathless moments later, Draco was smirking up at Harry and looking very pleased with himself, and Harry was blinking slowly and trying to rearrange his thoughts into something reasonably coherent.

“Er..weren’t we going somewhere tonight if you were so determined to fix your hair up this fancy?”

Grey eyes darkened suggestively as Draco stood and slowly started backing Harry towards their bed. The Gryffindor stumbled a few times on the way, stopping when he felt his calves brush the mattress. Draco splayed one hand against Harry’s chest and grinned at him impishly before giving him a little push that sent Harry sprawling onto his back, his own eyes wide swathes of green that fixed on Draco intently as the man crawled up after him and straddled his waist. 

“I changed my mind. We’re staying in now. Do I hear any objections?”

Harry’s throat worked as he swallowed, and his hands slowly came up to settle on Draco’s hips, tugging him down as he met his stare with a single-minded intensity, voice husky as he replied, “Nope. Not a one.”

They didn’t make it to dinner at the Manor like they were supposed to that night, but they weren’t very sorry about it, as it happened.

Drarry prompt! A bit late but here goes :) Eighth year party games!

Well, I finally got around to finishing this, and it got away from me just a bit. More of a ficlet than a drabble at this point, but I’m sure none of you will complain. I hope you enjoy, Alex!

Harry knew that he and Malfoy weren’t exactly enemies anymore, but this was a bit much if you asked him. He was currently rethinking all of his life choices that had led to this moment, but the most significant one had been letting himself be dragged along to this party. The ultimate blame, he decided, belonged to the organizers, and a more unlikely bunch of party planners he never could have imagined. Ginny had started it one evening, lounging on her stomach in the eighth year common room surrounded by pillows and patiently allowing her girlfriend to thread a bright green ribbon through her hair as Luna plaited it for her.

No one had even bothered arguing about the fact that the two seventh year girls had been there nearly every evening since the start of term. They were a part of the group by unspoken agreement. Even the Slytherins hadn’t voiced a protest, though Parkinson had been glaring at the two with ever increasing frequency as time went on. Hermione had noticed this and done her ‘narrowed eyes, lips pursed in thought’ thing that Harry recognized as her figuring out something before everyone else and had decided he didn’t want to know. But while that was going on, Ginny had come right out with it, one of her feet swinging absently behind her as she spoke.

“We should throw a party. The Hufflepuffs have all the fun.”

Hannah Abbott had looked up at that and nodded a little, looking thoughtful.

“She’s not wrong, actually. Our parties did get pretty wild sometimes.”

Malfoy had looked affronted at the idea that Hufflepuffs might throw a more scandalous event than Slytherins could, which had caused Harry to snicker into his folded arms, but then it got about a million times better when Parkinson dropped her scowl, trading it for a lethal looking grin instead as she added her opinion to the whole thing.

“I’ve been to a few of those. I never did find my knickers after the last one I attended, and I liked that pair, too.”

That had garnered several interested heads turning in her direction, but Seamus had interrupted with cheerful enthusiasm for the initial suggestion. After that planning had begun in earnest, a date set, and the Room of Requirement decided upon as the perfect location due to the versatility of the space. And so it was that Harry found himself stuffed in a broom cupboard two Saturdays later after being bullied into playing Seven Minutes in Heaven along with anyone else who wasn’t currently dancing or already making out on various different bits of furniture the Room had provided. 

Besides being uncomfortable with the idea in general, he was particularly discomfited due to the fact that he’d ended up in there with Malfoy, of all people. A fidgety and flushed Malfoy who was pressed entirely too close to him in the cramped confines of the cupboard. And why the hell was there a broom cupboard there all of a sudden, anyway? Well, aside from the fact that the Room’s purpose was to provide people with what they needed. Harry huffed at the idea that any of this was needed, and his breath gusted hotly against the skin of Malfoy’s cheek, causing the other boy to shiver against him.

Was it just him, or was this cupboard getting smaller? Harry swallowed nervously at the thought and shifted in place. Malfoy must’ve caught the look on his face, read more there than just embarrassment at being in there with him, because he squeezed Harry’s forearms bracingly and spoke in a much gentler tone than Harry had been expecting.

“Are you alright? We don’t have to stay in here. It’s a ridiculous game, anyway. I’ll get Theo back for this, rest assured.”

That earned a surprised laugh from Harry. He’d missed who actually suggested the whole thing. It had been Seamus who’d grabbed him and chivied him into joining in before gallivanting off to wrap himself around Dean on one of the sofas scattered about. The arsehole, Harry thought, with a bit of bite to it. He met Malfoy’s gaze, relaxing a bit at the note of concern in the first question.

“It’s fine. I just—” Harry sighed and ran his hands up and down Malfoy’s sides almost absently as he mumbled, “—’m not too fond of tight spaces; that’s all.”

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There was a story there, and Draco was determined to get it.. just, later. Right at that moment the fact that Harry Potter was touching him was distracting him from nearly everything else that was going on. He’d wanted this, wanted him for years, but his rejection in their first year and the subsequent rivalry that had followed had sort of derailed his initial intentions. Nevermind the whole ‘Dark Lord, being on the wrong side of a war’ thing. That needn’t be mentioned ever again as far as Draco was concerned. He’d survived all of the awkward apologies and had thought all he could hope for was the uneasy truce they had all come to, but this? This was an unexpected windfall, and if he had to use the excuse of a stupid party game to make it happen? Well, never let it be said that Draco Malfoy wasn’t an opportunist.

He licked his lips and noted the way Potter..oh blast it all! The way Harry stared at him as he did it. His breathing hitched a bit as he looked into eyes that just happened to be his favorite shade of green and murmured a response, his voice coming out a bit huskier than he’d intended.

“Then perhaps a distraction is in order…” he trailed off, losing the thread of his thoughts as he tilted his head and leaned just a little bit down to brush his lips lightly against Harry’s. He pulled back slightly to gauge the other boy’s reaction, only to be startled into voicing a rather undignified squawk when Harry seized him by the front of his robes and hauled him back in for another kiss, this one much less coordinated but also much hotter and wetter, with open mouths, tongue, and a lot of breathless gasping in between from the both of them.

At some point Harry had gone from gripping his robes to wrapping his arms around him and pulling Draco flush against him from shoulder, to hip in one long line down their bodies, and Draco was having a rather difficult time hiding the fact that he was very happy to be there. Fortunately for him, he was gratified to feel the evidence of Harry’s equal enthusiasm digging into the thigh he’d slotted between Harry’s own during their frantic explorations of each other’s mouths. He thought he might die if Harry stopped kissing him just then, but a niggling little voice in the back of his head was screaming at him to let up for a moment, that there was something important that he was forgetting that he really needed to remember right now.

He deeply regretted not listening to that voice mere seconds later when the door to the cupboard was unceremoniously yanked open, and a small circle of their friends peered in at them. Draco had broken away from the kiss with a startled gasp, his lurch backward only halted by Harry’s grip on the back of his robes. Theo whooped and darted away before Draco could so much as twitch forward, presumably off to share this delectable little piece of gossip before anyone could stop him. Draco growled low in his throat, eyes narrowing as he started plotting his revenge, mind racing silently with plans. 

Hermione studied the two of them quietly, a small smile curving her lips, but Ron was gaping at them beside her, mouth opening and closing not unlike a fish caught out of water. Blaise was smirking, and when he caught Draco’s gaze he winked at him and leered in a knowing fashion. Draco added him to his list of those who deserved retribution for this, but he was distracted from his plotting when Pansy’s voice broke the silence first.

“Well, it’s about bloody time! I was beginning to think we’d have to dose you two idiots with something before you drove the rest of us mad.”

Draco flushed hotly at that and bowed his head to hide it. It was bad enough being caught out like this in front of half their year mates, but that Harry had heard her basically confirm that he’d been pining over him like some… some pathetic first year with a sodding crush was going too far. That she had also implied that Harry had been doing the same was of no consequence. Harry had surely only been caught up in the moment. He couldn’t possibly have—, Draco’s train of thought was cut off abruptly by Harry’s arms tightening around him. 

“Do me a favor, and bugger off, the lot of you!”

He felt Harry turning them both slightly as the other boy shielded him with his body and glared at the rest of the small crowd surrounding the door. Harry’s chest rumbled against Draco’s with the force of each word spitting out of him, tone bristling with anger and a thread of something else. Protectiveness, maybe? The cupboard door banged shut again, propelled by a burst of magic that could only have come from Harry. Draco could feel it, the way it swirled and pulsed around him, humming with tension from the Gryffindor’s emotional outburst.

Harry was breathing hard, eyes still sparking with temper, and as Draco watched him, his own eyes a bit wide, he couldn’t help but think it was probably one of the hottest things he’d ever seen in his life. He must’ve made some sort of sound, a small needy sort of thing, surely, for Harry refocused on him intently and smoothed a hand down his back, some of the tightness leaving his expression as he spoke again.

“Sorry about that. You okay? Seemed like what she said really bothered you, and I might’ve..overreacted a bit.” 

Draco blinked at him slowly. He’d overreacted a bit? Harry had blown up at all their friends and slammed the door in their faces, also conveniently rendering them alone in the broom cupboard together. Again. There was some snickering outside of the door and what sounded like an indignant tirade from the Weasel, but a gradual shuffling seemed to indicate an exodus away from their cupboard before Harry slapped a silencing spell up, effectively cutting off any further noise and also guaranteeing they wouldn’t be overheard.

He took a moment to process everything, his mind eventually settling on the fact that Harry had been concerned for him, for his feelings. Taking a few deep breaths to center himself, Draco nodded a bit decisively and met Harry’s gaze evenly with his own. He reached up, threading his fingers through Harry’s hair and encircling his waist with his other arm, pressing himself tightly against a body that was solidly built and lightly muscled from years of Quidditch and dueling practice. His voice was perhaps a bit breathier than he’d have liked, but his meaning was unmistakable when he responded.

“I’m fine. Now where were we?”

Taking advantage of Harry’s momentary confusion, Draco leaned in and kissed him again, mouth moving hungrily against the other boy’s. It didn’t take long for Harry to take the hint and pick up where they’d left off before they’d been interrupted by their friends’ unwelcome intrusion. Shuddering when Harry gripped his hips and started to rock against him slowly, Draco gasped into his mouth and tightened his hold on the dark, messy curls that had driven him to distraction so often in the past. 

He could get used to this, Harry in his arms, the delicious groans that tugging on his hair elicited, all of it. Draco broke the kiss with a sigh and hid his face in Harry’s neck, pressing even closer to the other boy, a smile curving his lips as he brushed them slowly along the warm line of Harry’s throat. If this was where party games got them, then maybe they weren’t so stupid after all. Harry feathered a light kiss against Draco’s temple, his pulse thrumming against Draco’s lips. Yes, Draco thought, I think I rather fancy this game. I’ll have to remember to buy Theo a gift after I finish hexing him senseless...