Birthday Boy - hs

Originally posted by stylesinthewild

Pairing: harry styles x reader

Warnings: nightmare description 

Request:  Can you do one where she forgets his birthday? - anon

It’s past midnight and I just finished an assignment so this is not the best but oh well.

It was the fifth night in a row this had happened.

For the past month, your sleep schedule had been completely ruined, all because of a few nightmares. Today was the fifth day in a row you had woken up at two in the morning, covered in a cold sweat with tears in your eyes.

You thought you had been getting better. You had almost gone four nights without a single nightmare. But then it had all come rushing back. It was almost always the same. A girl who wasn’t you, luring Harry away from you in the dark of the night. You chasing after them, following until you reach a dead end in a dark alley. A single gunshot before Harry is lying dead on the floor, a bullet hole through his brain.

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Friends (Part 2)

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I was listening to Scared To Be Lonely (x) by Martin Garrix & Dua Lipa while writing this. So many feels. Oh and I chose a random name for the VS’s model mentioned in the first part because I didn’t want to include a specific girl.

~Harry and you are friends with benefits and then you start to feel more than you should~

Pair: Harry Styles and reader.

Warning: sex mentioned and language.

This part is from Harry’s point of view.

Part 1

Harry wasn’t used to being with women like you. He had been with many before, but not a single one of them made him feel like you did. He wasn’t expecting a relationship, that was true. But it would be lying if he said he didn’t care about you. 

You and him met at a friend’s birthday party. You caught his eyes from across the room. You weren’t dressing up to stand out in the crowd but there was something about you that drew him in. He wasn’t sure if it was the confidence you showed when you talked to other people, or the way you threw your head back and laughed at a joke. He just knew that the moment your eyes caught his curious gaze from across the room and you smiled, he wanted nothing more than you naked in his bed when the sun went up. 

He found you very attractive. That was why he kept coming back for more after what supposed to be a one night stand. It wasn’t because you were the sexiest woman he’d ever laid eyes on, because most of his exes were those who appeared regularly on magazines’ front covers. But you were always more special. You were beautiful inside out and you were so smart. The way you saw things differently, how you would always argue with him, how you’d prefer to stay in and read a good book, how you always challenged his temper and drove him insane, all those things turned him on. Most of the women Harry’d been with were the opposite of him. You were more like his female version. He felt like he could tell you anything without being judged because you understood him. But from Harry’s own experience, he wasn’t good at handling a romantic relationship. He had thought “it would be different this time" so many times in the past but never once it turned out to be true. So he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be more with you or he just enjoyed having you as a part of his life with no strings attached.

Harry agreed to go out with that model, Emily, just to prove to himself that he didn’t have “more than friends” feelings for you. She was blonde, skinny, tall and beautiful, like all the girls before. He thought Emily was sweet. She loved to laugh and she was very kind as she talked about her family most of the time. He enjoyed his dinner date with her. He didn’t tell you about Emily because he thought he didn’t need to, but he felt like he should have.

“I’m sorry…but I cannot tell yeh what yeh want to hear,” Harry had said to you. And those were honest words. He couldn’t have said no and he couldn’t have said yes either. Harry saw it coming when he said that. You kicked him out and told him not to come back. The one thing that he regretted most after was to do exactly what he was told. 

He left.

It had been almost a month of no phone calls or text messages from you. Harry was struggling. He never went on a second date with that girl Emily. He had ended things with her before they could even begin. The first week without you wasn’t that hard for Harry. He would just keep himself busy during the day though when came the night, the thought of you would come haunting him. And the time after that first week was just torture. Whatever happened to him during the day he would think about telling you first but then he remembered you two had stopped talking. He would spend his nights at the bar and often ended up going home with a girl who almost looked like you. But he could never find one who could make him feel the same. Harry didn’t want to be lonely but it seemed like he would always feel lonely unless it was you who were kissing him and touching him and calling out his name. He missed you he finally admitted to himself, not just the sex, all of you.

Harry had to stop himself from calling you every night, until one night when he was alone in his room and he was so drunk that he could not fight it anymore.


His heart stopped when he heard your soft voice on the phone. He missed hearing the sound of his name on your lips. 

“Pet…yeh still up?”

“Why are you calling me at this hour? Are you drunk?”

“I miss yeh.”

“We’re not doing this anymore.”

“No…You get it wrong. I’m not missing yeh because I’m horny…ugh…I’m kind of horny…but…” he said and laughed drunkenly. He heard you sigh and he could imagine your face with your eyebrows furrowed and your pink lips pressed together.

“You cannot call me when you’re drunk and bored again. We’re over, Harry. Go to sleep.”

We can never be over. You know that,” he said almost out of breath.

“What do you want?”

“Can we please just…go back to normal?”

“What is normal, H? Tell me. Because i’m sure two friends fucking each other clearly isn’t.”

“We won’t have to fuck. Let’s just be friends…”

“No H. I’m sorry.”

Harry didn’t understand why you were apologizing when it was his fault from the beginning. Maybe you were apologizing for having feelings for him when you both had made an agreement not to fall for each other. For the first time since he met you, Harry felt confused and desperate. He needed you. He finally knew he did.

“Love-” Harry started but you ended the call. He didn’t get a chance to tell you what he was thinking. And maybe what he was thinking wasn’t your concern anymore.

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“Happy birthday.”

Harry immediately clinged onto you once your eyes opened half-sleepily, smothering you with kisses with a smile on his face.

“Isn’t it like 6 A.M.-…”

“Happy birthday,” he interrupted you, humming as he didn’t bother to loosen his grip on you nor move the leg that’s on top of yours, inhaling you deeply before resuming what he was doing a few seconds ago.

“Thank you, love.”

You finally answered decently after him granting you a few seconds to be free from his touch, smiling as you laughed when the bits of his stubble tickled you.

“Don’t you want to-…”

“I already cooked breakfast, don’t worry. There’s a surprise once you go down.”

You looked at hin seriously, lips set in a straight line that made Harry immediately frown and pout.

“I told you — I don’t want gifts. They’re all-…”

“Oh hush. There aren’t presents downstairs.”

He rolled his eyes, slightly waving you off as he huffed, burying his head onto the crook of your neck with a little smirk that’s unknown to you at the moment, better to hide and peek at your reaction than to say it straightly.

“Just some gifts.”

anonymous asked:

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” Pleaseee?

Anonymous: Oooo 48 please?

I combined these two: “I feel like I can’t breathe” and “I didn’t think you could get any less romantic”

“Can I ask you a question?” (y/n) had her attention focused on slurping the noodle from her fork but directed the question at Harry, who was sitting cross legged at the other end of the couch, both slurping noodles and watching the evening news.

“Sure.” He answered, glancing over at her but quickly returning his gaze back to his forkful of noodles when his mouth couldn’t quite find it.

“Be honest and give me the first answer that comes into your head, no hesitation.”

“When would I ever lie to you my love?” He smirked, snorting when she made a face as if to tell him that he has absolutely told a few white lies in his time.

“You lied earlier when you said you had a surprise for me.” She pointed out. “Whilst Laura’s boyfriend surprised her with reservations at London’s finest restaurant tonight, I got a Pot Noodle.”

“First of all,” He held up his fork as he spoke. “’Laura’s boyfriend’ clearly feels the need to show off just to get laid on valentines day.” He shrugged when she rolled her eyes. “And second,” He tapped his fork off the Pot Noodle. “This isn’t just any Pot Noodle- it’s a limited edition sweet and sour flavour.”

She deadpanned him for a few seconds, in disbelief of how he was able to justify a 99p tub of processed noodles as a valentine’s surprise.

“I didn’t think you could get any less romantic.” She shook her head, but continued back to what was, admittedly, a very good Pot Noodle.

“Oh I hate being spoiled. Valentine’s day is stupid and over rated. Please don’t buy me anything.” He mimicked an extremely high pitched, not at all (y/n)-like, voice.

“That is not how I talk.” She scoffed but he only laughed in return. “And you still haven’t let me ask my question.”

“Well stop complaining about my lack of romance and spit it out then.”

“Describe our sex life in one word.” She didn’t look up from where she was twirling noodles around her fork as she asked it, only peeking up when he still hadn’t answered after a few seconds and only stared at her with a confused look on his face. “Well?”

“Is this some sort of valentine’s trivia?”

“No hesitation.” She reminded him.

“I don’t know,” He shrugged, “Great?”

“Great?” She asked and he nodded in confirmation. “Don’t you think it’s a little…vanilla?”

“Oi!” His head snapped round so quick, she was sure he was bound to have whiplash. “Might not be the most romantic man in the country but there’s no need to insult my little Harry.”

“Please don’t call your dick ‘little Harry’ ever again.” She grimaced. “And I wasn’t insulting him. More so us, actually.”

“What’s wrong our sex life?” He still had a look of genuine offence on his face and it made her laugh how worked up he was getting over it.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” She settled. “But Laura said her and her boyfriend have tried-“

“Oh for fuck sake, how many times are you gonna compare me to this bloke?” He tried to look angry but, to her, he just looked pouty and adorable. “Should just go and be with him if he’s so great.” He grumbled, angrily shoving the last of his noodles in his mouth and chewing with a deep furrow between his brows.

After giggling at how ridiculous he was being, she reached over to set her finished noodles on the coffee table before crawling over the sofa to take his finished pot from him and straddling his thighs.

“Why would I want anyone else when I’ve got a big strong,” She squeezed his bicep as she placed a kiss on the edge of his jaw. “Sexy.” Her lips moved further down his jawline, whilst her hands travelled down to his toned abs. “Slightly adorable.” She smiled against his jaw when she felt a smile tug at his own lips after she squeezed his love handles. “Amazing boyfriend?” She finished, lips finally finding their place on his.

“What about little Harry?” He smirked against her lips.

“Little Harry.” She began, maintain eye contact with him as she slid onto her knees and squeezed ‘Little Harry’ through his loose joggers. “Still hasn’t got his valentines kiss.”

The cocky smirk on his face was soon wiped away when she pulled his joggers down a little to grasp him and he sighed in delight at the feeling of her soft hands working up and down his growing length. His delightful little sighs turned into a loud moan when she suddenly took the entirety of him into her mouth until he was hitting the back of her throat.

Within a matter of minutes, he was bucking his hips and shouting her name as he came undone.

“I-“ He was cut off by a sharp intake of breath.

“I know.” She smiled, kissing the sensitive tip and apologising when he instinctively pulled away from her, before tucking him back into his joggers and resting her head on his thigh.

“No I-“ He could feel himself start to panic when he couldn’t get any words out, his heavy breathing cutting him off. “I feel like I can’t breathe.”

“Fuck.” Her head snapped up when she heard the panic in his voice and quickly jumped up to grab his inhaler from the kitchen cupboard when he started to heave over. “Here,” She almost stumbled over her own two feet in her rush to get back to him, pulling the lid off and handing the blue inhaler to him. “It’s ok, you’re ok. Just breathe.” She soothed, rubbing lightly on his back. She sighed in relief when his breathing started to return to normal.

“I’m-“ His voice cracked and he was cut off by a fit of coughing but quickly shook his head when she asked if he wanted a drink of water. Moving back onto the couch, he tugged her so she slid off the arm of the chair and onto his lap, nuzzling his face into her neck. “I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” She chuckled quietly, playing with the few curls at the back of his neck.

“’s hardly the most romantic thing in the world.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Radio confessions.

Word count: 1.270

Request: Yes

Warnings: A burned down kitchen.

“Ok two more questions for our Y/N and then she will be free from us!”, the reporter explained laughing and you joined. You were sitting for a radio interview today, and the questions from the radio’s audience came like a wave. That was the price you had to pay for being a popular singer, you thought, but since you were doing what you really loved, there was no point complaining.

“I am all ears!”, you signaled for the reporter to go on with his questions.

“We all know you boosted your popularity by being the opening act at one of Ariana Grande’s shows. How are you coping with that, because surely, Ariana is a big name in the music industry”. You contemplated your answer even though it was rather easy to reply.

“Well, when Ariana’s manager contacted me and he explained the case to me, I couldn’t believe it. I was staring at the wall across from me for about five minutes.”, you paused chuckling and the reporter was laughing along.

“But when I came to my senses, I realized how huge this was from me; If you come to think that I started by posting covers of other songs on my Youtube channel. So, I am more than appreciative of that offer and I will forever be thankful to Ariana for bringing me closer to so many people who get to experience what I do”, you finished and you were truthful about every single word you spoke. The reporter was more than satisfied with your answer so he didn’t press the same topic. Instead, he moved on.

“Okay. This might feel like two questions, but I will try to keep it as one”, he said and you nodded understandingly.

“Have you ever used your brother’s immense popularity, or your boyfriend’s, to achieve something?”, he said and wiggled his eyebrows at the word “boyfriend”. You rolled your eyes playfully and you giggled. It was no secret that you were dating Harry Styles, who is well-known and has so much power already. On the other hand, the mention of your brother was not so common so you were a bit taken aback.

“Since almost no one asks about my brother, I think I will answer this first. Liam has helped me in many ways, but I have never used his fame in order to become famous myself; not even when he was in One Direction! The only time he helped me was when I uploaded my first video on Youtube and he just posted it on his Twitter account. I had joked back then when I had asked him to do it, but he, being Liam, went and did this nonetheless”, you reminisced and started getting a bit emotional. Liam was always eager to help with anything you wanted but you were one of those people, who believed in their own abilities and strength to fulfill something. And that is what you have been doing since then.

“Cheeky Lima bean”, the reporter exclaimed, using one of Liam’s fans’ nicknames for him.

“He is!”, you agreed and the reported proceeded to ask you about the other part of the question you left unanswered.

“You still have to tell us about Harry, missy”, he said, smiling cheekily and you sighed.

“There’s no way to get out of this, huh?”, you laughed and tried to keep your answer short, since you could go on and on talking about Harry and his impact on your life.

“I’m afraid not”.

“Well, there are so many things I can talk about when it comes to Harry. Everyone knows what a kind human being he is and I can say just the same. He understands my will to use my own strength to achieve things and he only helps me emotionally. Sometimes, even if I am fine and I don’t want this kind of help, he still provides it! I appreciate him for that. I think it is good to have a person this close, who does the same job, because they know firsthand what is happening to you and how they can help you. The only thing I wish for, is that my help to him is as valuable as his is to me”, you completed and you were left with a wide grin, all over your face.

“I can guarantee you, he must feel the same. Such a remarkable relationship you two have! Anyways, this was Y/N Y/L/N, who was more than welcome to our station and she put up with us! Y/N, thank you again and send Harry my regards, will you?”, the reporter said and laughed for the millionth time that day.

“Of course! It was a pleasure being here today! Thank you!”, you said and took your headphones off, while standing up to say goodbye to the host of the radio show.

“We should do that more often Y/N! It was fun”, he said, hugging you.

“If my fans don’t get bored, we can do it as many times as you want!”, you joked and started to leave the place, waving goodbye.

From what it seemed, that interview was something you needed. It made you think about how much Harry has helped you through your career and you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking if he felt like he had been given something from you as well. He would always make sure that you were there when he needed you and your help was priceless but what if it wasn’t enough?

Your feet carried you to your house and when you entered, the whole place smelled like cooked beef. Harry had cooked once again.

“Harry?”, you asked and a second later his voice came from the kitchen. Just as you thought.

“In the kitchen!”. Silently, you made your way to the kitchen, where a full table was waiting for the both of you.

“Harry, you didn’t have to. I could cook something for us when I would come home”, you said and your face fell.

“Yeh know I like to please meh girl. Besides, yeh must be exhausted after all those long replies you gave”, he said hinting that he had listened to your interview. You felt your cheeks growing hot.

“Tell me you didn’t listen to that please!”, you said, hiding your face into your palms.

“Of course I did! And I am very happy of the way yeh talked about your brother.”, he said and you smirked.

“Only my brother?”, you pressed.

“And meh of course. I love yeh. I really do. And after hearing those words from yeh, I realized that I ought to tell yeh I love yeh, because my help is nothin’ compared to what yeh have to done fo’ meh”, he spoke and you felt like crying. How could he think like that?

“Harry, if anything, you have helped me more and I deeply thank you. Not even Liam has helped me like you have, even though he always tries”, you giggled and Harry continued cooking.

“Oh, as fo’ Liam, he said he will come by later today to talk to yeh about what yeh said to the interview”, Harry said and you sighed.

“C’mon! He always comes by after an interview! Listening to it through the radio should be enough for him!”, you cried out and Harry hugged you.

“Well, everybody wants yeh baby.’, he said kissing you and you kissed back. Suddenly, something started to smell bad so you scrunched up your nose through the kiss.

“Harry, I think something is burning up”, you warned and Harry ran to the kitchen after shrieking.

“Damn, the beef!”.

I had so much fun writing this! Thank you for the request once again and of course don’t forget that I am open to new ones! Feel free to send in! I hope you enjoyed this and let me know what you guys think of it! Stay lovely!

Hey Angel - Made in the A.M. series

Originally posted by tmlnsn

Pairing: (Parent!)Harry Styles x reader

Warnings: fluff

HI, this is the first fic in my new series of fics based on the titles of Made in the AM. If you would like to read the rest of the fics as I post them, send me a message and I can add you to my tag list.

Most of the time, you didn’t find it hard to see how you were quite possibly the luckiest woman alive.

Not only did you have an extremely loving husband, he was also one of the biggest celebrities on the planet. While this had some downsides, it also meant you lived an extremely blessed life, traveling the world and being as far from financial worry as one could possibly be. But the thing you were most grateful for was not the lifestyle you lived, but your own beautiful baby daughter, Rosie, who was just six months of age.

However, at 3 am, once again being the one to get up to soothe your daughter’s howling, you did not feel as lucky as you truly were.

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anonymous asked:

Can you write a kitten! Draco thingy? Like, where Draco turns into a kitty and Harry finds him.. I dunno... you don't have to... I just like cats... It's cool if you don't.. hope you have a great day! (Or night!)

@ anon, I tried my best and I surely hope you enjoy it! Thank you for giving me such a cute prompt to work with.


The thing about being an unregistered Animagus is that no one is allowed to know. And while Draco prides himself in not being caught for the past six years, it seems his luck has ran out today.

And he would have gotten away, too, if not for the toddler who ran out of the ministry. She saw him and as if bewitched, chased him across the grounds until he is summoned and taken.

By Potter. Of course it just has to be Potter.

“You shouldn’t terrorise the pure cat, Rose. And I don’t think your parents would be happy, if I let you play with a stray.”

Draco wants to snort. Instead he tries to scratch at Potter’s hands, to be let down. He needs to go back to his office and document the things he saw before he forgets something important.

“It’s a pretty kitten!” Rose tries to grab him out of Potters hold. Hell if he allows himself to become the pet of a Weasley. So he sinks his claws into Potter’s robes and climbs up, away from the little Monster.

Merlin, children.

“Whoa there, calm down.” Potter tries to get a hold of him again but Draco jumps and lands on his paws and then runs.

But before he has a chance to get away, Rose grabs his tail and that right there sends him reeling into a hissy fit.

“Rose, no!” Potter the giant git that he is doesn’t allow him to sink a claw into her small hands. Maybe later when he doesn’t feel threatened, Draco will thank him for that but right now he is going to claw a hole into Potter’s face.

That’s how Draco ends in a cage in Potter’s bedroom. At least the child Weasley is gone on her merry way away from him. He might still scratch her, out of instinct, of course.

Draco is grooming himself. It’s not an activity he enjoys doing but his cat is rather calm and happy when he does it. Just then Potter leaves the bathroom and finally joins him.

Freedom at least. Because Draco seriously needs to get back to work. His Auror partner is probably throwing a fit right now and claiming he has taken off to nowhere.

And to make matters worse, he isn’t sure he remembers everything he saw in the smugglers hideout. He definitely needs to get out of here.

So he purrs and hits against the cage with his paws. He just needs Potter to let him out and then he will make a run for it.

Potter turns with an expression that tells Draco exactly what he’s going to say. “Merlin, I forgot about you. Such a troublemaker. Rose cried the whole way back because she couldn’t hold you and you tried to scratch her eyes out.”

Draco would roll his eyes. Only he’s not human, so instead he hits against the metal again and looks up at Potter. He just wants Potter to buy the innocent act and open the cage for him.

Instead Potter bends down and stares. “You truly are remarkable for a cat. I have never seen a cat with grey fur and a hallow of white on the head. Maybe that’s why Rose was so taken.”

Draco meows. Yes, so let me out already.

But Potter just keeps staring. Draco would plot his death and maybe go through with it, if Potter won’t open the damn cage. Here he thought Potter was his friend. They had been getting along so well for the past two years. So much so that they would even go for a pint every now and then.

Draco needs to reconsider. He claws at the cage and makes ugly noises.

"You really do remind me of him. If he was a cat, I’m sure he would be much like you.”

He would better not be Weasley, Draco thinks with a shudder. That day he’s compared to Weasley is the day he confesses to Potter.

Which won’t ever happen. He quite enjoys their friendship as it is.

When Potter finally sighs and comes for him, Draco steps back a bit. He’s going to run for it as soon as Potter turns around.

Only Potter doesn’t turn. Instead Potter reaches into the cage and grabs him. He tries to avoid the hands but no matter how fluid he makes his feline body, Potter still gets a grip on him and carries him out of his cage.

“Now look at you. So small yet so wilful. I fear Rose stands no chance. But what the bloody hell am I supposed to do with you? I don’t know anything about cats.” And Potter holds him up and stares and Draco feels weirdly vulnerable.

It’s not the first time he has been held in his cat form and surely it won’t be the last but something about it being Potter makes him… shy?

Draco meows again.

And Potter finally brings him back down but doesn’t put him down. Instead he cradles Draco against his chest and walks out of the bedroom.

Draco tries to claw his way up Potter’s clothes again, to run away but Potter just laughs and readjust his position every time he gets a little higher up Potter’s chest.

Draco will smack him, repeatedly. He just needs to get his human body back. But bloody Potter seems to have other plans.

“You truly remind me of Malfoy. Especially your eyes, you know. Merlin, I’m talking to a cat about Malfoy. The day has finally come, I must have lost it.”

Draco would laugh, only he wants to be let down. When a claw sinks especially deep into Potter’s shirt, he yelps. “Bloody Malfoy. That’s what I’m going to call you. Merlin, can you put those claws away. I’m just going to give you some milk. You are hungry aren’t you? I don’t know much about cats but cats like milk, is what I’m saying.”

Bloody Potter, Draco hisses back. His hiss doesn’t leave much the same impression it would have left were he in human form but it will do for now.

So he does what Potter said and stays the perfect calm little kitten. Maybe he will get away faster if he behaves.

But instead of putting him down, Potter presses his fingers against his head and yeah, no that doesn’t feel good. And he doesn’t purr. It’s the cat. He’s a bloody cat who enjoys having his head rubbed by Potter’s stupid fingers.

So, yeah, he purrs.

“Now we are talking. Aren’t you just adorable?” Potter asks. Draco would bristle but that could lose him Potter’s fingers. “I just wish Malfoy would react the same way when I touch him. Bloody git I call him but Merlin knows I like him too much.”

And then he puts Draco down in the kitchen and looks for milk. Draco would have run away. He really should.

But Potter wants to touch him and he wants Draco to like it and he likes Draco and he named a bloody cat after him without knowing it’s him.

Which means someone somewhere just compared him to a Weasley.

Not even that thought is able to ruin the moment.

So instead of running as planned, Draco transforms back. And when Potter turns around and faces Draco, he jumps back two steps and hits the table behind him.

“Bloody hell, Malfoy! How the hell did you get in here? Warn a bloke before you come.”

“You brought me in,” Draco says and steps closer.

“I didn’t bring you in, neither have I seen you since last week. Where the bloody hell where you?”

“Investigations.” Draco takes another step closer.

Potter holds his right hand up, stopping his approach. “Malfoy, stop. Wait. What are you doing?”

“It’s not bloody Malfoy anymore?” Draco raises an eyebrow, stops and crosses his arms.

“That’s… I haven’t called you that since forever. Why are you bringing that up now?” Potter asks, the oblivious git.

Instead of answering, Draco stares. It takes a while but Draco knows exactly when Potter - no, not Potter, Harry - knows.

He points his finger at Draco and yells, “You were the bloody cat!”

“I’m impressed, Potter. Just how did you figure that out?”

“Keep your sarcasm to yourself. You attacked Rose! She is four!”

“And I was a bloody cat who got his tail pulled.” Draco rolls his eyes. Of course Potter would concentrate on that. “Now I do think there are more important things to talk about.” Draco steps closer yet again.

“You bloody fucking git,” is what Harry says but his ears are red and his cheeks flushed. It’s new and foreign and takes the sting out of Harry’s words. “Stop!”


“What are you doing?”

“I thought you want to touch me?”

“Oh Merlin. Can you stop this. It’s not a game,” Harry says and covers his face with his hands.

Draco is close enough to pull them down but instead he leans in and whispers into Harry’s ears. “I do like you, too, Harry. Now would you let go of your face for a kiss or would you prefer I step back again?”

Harry mutters something along the lines of bloody Draco into his hands but uses them to pull Draco in seconds later and give him a kiss.

When Harry pulls away he points at his ruined shirt and says, “you are going to pay for the shirt and my robes.”

Draco laughs out loud and gives him another kiss.

Later Harry asks, “you are unregistered?”



“I’m a bloody cat, Harry. If I were registered, they would make me transform for missions and I would be pet. That’s humiliating.”

“I petted you.”


“You liked it.”


“You really, really liked it.”

“Harry, don’t.”

“You purred,” Harry whispers.

Draco tackles him.


I will do the second request when I have time, within this week! Again, thanks for requesting!

anonymous asked:

Fic rec: The One Drink by diemdoll. #politics #accidentalbonding #marriage. #WIP

The One Drink by diemdoll - M, WIP - When Hermione Granger went to the pub for a drink after a hard day at work, the only thing she expected to wake up with was a hangover the size of a hippogriff. She certainly didn’t expect to wake up married. And she certainly didn’t expect to wake up married to Draco Malfoy.