I bet Iris and Barry have dressed up as Kim and Ron for Halloween, and I imagine that was before the characters became a couple on the show. When it happened, Iris was laughing (hesitantly) like ‘Nah, that’s just a TV show!’ while Barry was secretly hoping that it might happen to them too…
In my head they’re both tall and lanky, Draco’s an inch or two taller but it’s not a dramatic difference. They’re muscular but very thin. Harry has broad shoulders and Draco has nice hands with long fingers. Draco has fair skin that’s a few shades lighter than his near-white hair. Harry has a similar complexion but more golden that contrasts shockingly to his jet black hair. Draco’s grey eyes are almost blue depending on the lighting and Harry’s green ones are striking.
Harry wears clothes that he’s been given and doesn’t really notice them. He’ll mismatch whatever he picks up first and though his outfits are usually a complete train-wreck he somehow manages to pull them off. Draco is the complete opposite. He takes a lot of pride in his appearance and loves to buy expensive clothing. He leans more toward monochrome but will occasionally add in a splash of colour -usually green which he says is for Slytherin even though it’s not Slytherin green at all. It’s Harry’s eyes.
Harry’s hair is always a mess. Most of the time it takes on the sex-hair/just-out-of-bed look but sometimes it’s just a mess. It spikes up in a way that almost defies gravity no matter how many times he tries to flatten it. Draco has finally cast away the excessive product and his hair falls neat and flat just past his ears. It’s parted in the middle of his head but Harry runs his fingers through it often enough that it rarely stays that way, much to Draco’s chagrin.
That’s just my mental picture though, what’s yours?
A Very Drarry Birthday, Ellen! I hope you like this picture I made for you. And there’s a (drabble) story to go with it too.
“Harry, where are you
going?”asked Hermione, looking up from her book, seeing Harry bundled up in
cloak and Gryffindor-red scarf.
“I want to go flying,”
Ron who was also there
looked at him with raised eyebrows and a mouth that was slightly open. “Not
that I don’t love Quidditch, mate, but it’s snowing so thick out there that you
can barely see anything.” And it was. Snow had been falling all day, covering
the grounds in a thick blanket of snow, although it was already the month of
“Wood would approve of
the practice,” replied Harry with a shrug.
“Fanatic, that one,”
said Ron, before making sure that the Quidditch Captain wasn’t around in the
Common Room. “There’s much I’d do for Quidditch but Wood takes it to a new
“I’ll be back for
dinner,” said Harry, with a headshake and a small smile and walked away.
He was indeed going to
get his broom at the pitch, but simply flying wasn’t the reason he was heading
out into the snow; there was someone he had promised to meet.
Once he had his broom
he flew to the edge of the Great Lake, which was well on its way to freezing
over again. By the shore there was a figure waiting for him; his hair was covered
in snow so that it was difficult to tell apart from the pale blond locks.
Malfoy as he descended. “Why exactly are we out in the snow when we could be
toasty in a classroom somewhere?”
“We’re less likely to
be noticed out here.”
“I beg to differ.”
“Come on.” Rather than
arguing more with the other boy, Harry held out his hand, and he grinned when
Malfoy accepted it, coming to sit on the broom next to him. The youngest seeker
of the century steered the broom so that they ascended high into the air. Although
the snow was thick, there was hardly any wind, and the air was as warm as it
could be and still keep the snow from turning into rain. The large flakes fell
silently; the world around them was muffled, and soon the only thing that was
properly visible to Harry, was the young wizard next to him.
“It’s not so bad, is
“Not so bad,” said
Malfoy. His expression was soft, the way it would always turn when they were
alone these days, ever since their first kiss. He took one of Harry’s hands,
holding it in his lap, and so they sat, legs dangling over the edge of the
broom. Nothing needed to be said, they had time now to just be the two of them,
time to think of what else they could be doing, more kissing for example.