do you understand the drarry feels i got when they had this in the room

emhahee  asked:

drarry hc: Weird habits Or dancers AU Or the one where Harry loves watching Draco do the dishes Or or or Ahhhans

Draco didn’t need to turn around to know that he was being watched. The only thing he just couldn’t figure out was why.

At first Draco was sure he was imagining things, but in the weeks since they’d first moved into a flat together his suspicions had been wholly confirmed.

Harry liked to watch him do the dishes.

Draco couldn’t understand why Harry was constantly staring at him when he did them. At first he’d been defensive, snapping at him that first night that he could certainly do some things without magic and how Harry didn’t need to stare. Only instead of getting angry Harry had looked embaressed before mumbling something unintelligible and leaving the room.

A few days later he’d caught him staring and tried to make a joke of it, “Got a kink that involves yellow dish gloves and a sink of dirty dishes, Potter?”

Harry had just blinked a few times, before closing his eyes and disapperating with a loud pop so sudden Draco had dropped his favorite teacup.

Which is why, despite the fact that he can feel Harry’s eyes on him once again as he cleans up the remnants of the steak and kidney pie they’d had he doesn’t make any funny jokes or snide remarks. Instead he stays silent despite the curiosity burning a hole in his brain.

It’s a few weeks before the subject is broached again.

Draco is puttering around the kitchen, placing the dishes from tea in the sink when Harry comes up behind him, wrapping his arms around him and squeezing him in a firm hug. There’s something shaky in his voice when he whispers “Do you want to know why I like watching you do the dishes?”

Draco is almost too nervous to speak, so he nods instead. He’s almost afraid Harry hasn’t noticed his nod though because he doesn’t speak at first, but then Draco quite suddenly he feels Harry press the side of his face against Draco’s shoulder inhaling deeply before he starts to speak.

“I never thought I’d have this…someone to share things with like this. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were always so angry. She used to slam the dishes into the sink like she resented having to cook or clean for us, or she made me do them. I used to think that was just what family was like. Then I met the Weasley’s and I remember the first time I saw Mrs. Weasley doing dishes without magic…she told me she didn’t mind because it meant she had a family to take care of. You….you look like that when you do them; as if it’s not a chore. It makes me feel,” and at this Draco can feel Harry’s hands begin to shake. “It sounds stupid I know but….seeing you so happy even doing our dishes makes me think you’re happy with me. That we’re gonna make it. That…you won’t ever leave.”

Draco swallows, feeling like his entire world is spinning because they don’t do this….this talking about feelings things often. Both of them have always been better with actions than words. But for once he knows actions won’t be enough.

So Draco turns, placing his hand on Harry’s chin and tilting his head up just a bit so he’s looking him in the eye.

“I’m not leaving, Harry. Not ever. I want this life and I want you.”



Crown of Flowers

Plot: You’re not feeling good with yourself and Draco notices it and comes to talk to you.

Warnings: Fluffy, body issues.

Word Count: 1.003

Author’s Note: English is NOT my first language, so if there are grammatical mistakes, you can text me and I’ll correct them. In case you don’t know, (h/c) means Hair Color, (e/c) means Eye Color and (s/c) means Skin Color. Hope you all like it. (ᵔᴥᵔ)

Originally posted by jupiter-fox

Originally posted by sharnah99omd

I sat on the grass in front of the Black Lake and took off my shoes. My feet were sore at the end of the day, but I wasn’t surprised. They carried all my weight, how could they not be sore. I sighed, running my hands through my (h/c) hair. In the last days, for some reason, I wasn’t feeling that good with myself, and I avoided mirrors like Devil avoids the cross. I felt so ugly, so fat… That thoughts were killing me, because they did not came alone. They brought other insecurities that broke me even more. One in particular was getting me out of my mind.

Why is Draco with me?

When I saw him talking to the other Slytherin girls, I started thinking that maybe he did not needed me at all. I mean, they were prettier, anyone could see that, so what did I had of spacial? Why did he picked me? What if he realizes I have nothing to offer and leave me? That questions were slowly depressing me, and making me get away from my friends and from Draco his self.

My eyes got field with tears, and I let myself fall apart, because I wasn’t strong enough to keep them from falling down my cheeks. I was so tired, I just wanted to be pretty, to be gracious like the beauxbatons girls… Truth be told, I was feeling shitty since they showed up, two years ago, but now, it was stronger.

Of course I did not wanted to feel like that, but how could I stop myself? Tears kept falling, and I sobbed. God, why am I so weak? Why can’t I love myself like a normal person? I kept asking the same questions, without finding the answers.

“Elena?” I heard a voice behind me and turned my head to see my boyfriend walking to me his tie loose on his neck, his blonde hair messed. I cleaned my cheeks as fast as I could so he wouldn’t realize I was crying, but  when he sat by my side I realized how useless it had been; his gray eyes showed how much he was worried about me, and I felt guilty for a second. This was not his fault, he shouldn’t be feeling like that. “What’s wrong?” He asked, his hand reaching out to my face, wiping a tear that had insisted on staying there.

“It’s nothing important, Draco. Don’t worry, please.”

“How am I suppose to not worry about you? You’re my girlfriend, I have to. Someone did something to you and you don’t want to give the person in, is that? If it was that guy from hufflepuff again, I swear I’ll beat the fuck out o…”

“Malfoy, it’s not him, ok?” I interrupted him. “It’s not anyone, it’s me.”

“What do you mean?” He asked.

“I… I don’t want to talk about this, and I don’t know if I’m able to.”

“You know I’m not going to judge you, right? Talk to me, Elena, I want to help you. What’s the point of dating each other if we’re going to keep secrets?” His left hand held mine, his thumb pressing the ring he gave me. I knew what that meant. His left arm had the dark mark. “We promised, remember? Nothing between us.”

“I… I don’t feel good, Draco. With myself.” I whispered.

“Keep going. Talk to me, Princess.” He used my nickname to encourage me.

“I don’t like the way I look, that’s nothing else to say about it.” My eyes filled up again, and I looked down, incapable of facing my boyfriend.

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” He said.

“How could this possible be your fault, Draco?”

“I’m your boyfriend, I’m suppose to support you whenever you need me, but I’m just to busy with my own problems to pay attention on you.” He was mad, and I got to say, that scared me a little. “I should make you feel perfect, not worthless.”

“Malfoy, listen to me, you can’t blame yourself for what’s happening to me. I know you love me, I have the proof in your left arm, the problem is that I can’t love myself, and that’s nothing you can do to change this.”

“Will see if that’s true.” He said, pulling me closer to his chest. I could almost feel the determination on his voice.

For the next week, Draco wouldn’t leave my side. He’d walk with his arm around my waist, kiss my face and neck all the time and whisper “you’re beautiful” in my ear. During class, he would hold my hand and caress it with his thumb. In lunch time, he dragged me to an empty classroom and kissed me passionately. I confess, I enjoyed that a lot, and so did my ego.

After dinner one night, the blonde asked me to wait for him in the Common Room, even through everyone was in bed already. I did what he asked, waiting in the couch, reading to distract me. When he walked in, he had his hands behind his back, hiding something.

“Ok, what’s that Malfoy?” I asked, curious.

“I know you said this wasn’t my fault, but still I feel like I should take care of you. I love you a lot, Elena, I couldn’t leave without you, and I also know you think I’ve proved that join… You know what, but the truth is that nothing I do will never really show how much I care ‘bout you. They call me the Slyterin Prince, but you’re the real Queen of Slytherin and of my heart.” I smiled at his speech and he held out a crown of white roses. My favorite flower. “You deserve all the crowns in the world, love.”

I kissed him passionately, smiling and understanding for the first time that I did not had to be perfect in the world’s eyes if I have always been and will always be in the eyes of the one I love.

anonymous asked:

Omg, please do a fic where Harry's drunk and accidentally confesses to Draco while arguing. Love your writing❤❤😘

((omg you do?! thank you so much!!  And in honor of the topic of the prompt, alcohol was involved in my creative process :D))

“What do you mean Muggle alcohol is garbage?! We have so many options, you’ve got like 5. Total!” Seamus screamed with a bottle of Irish whiskey in his hands.

“What do you mean we have options?  You’re a wizard, too.  And if you do it right you don’t need that many options,” Theodore argued.

“You expect me to think Giggle Water is better than tequila?  No, I mean, it’s just noisy champagne?” Hermione said.

“Where did you get good limes this time of year?” Neville asked.

The noise and arguments over booze were overtaking the party.  The Eighth Year parties were the worst kept secret at Hogwarts, but since they technically were adults, most of the professors turned a blind eye as long as it stayed among the eighth-years.  

Ron’s voice grabbed Harry’s attention, “Blaise is about to do a Jägerbomb.”

“No, Seamus! Not that kind of bomb!” Dean shouted.

Harry shambled over to the crowd forming around Blaise, “Never thought I’d see one of them do something as Muggle as chugging a Jägerbomb.”

“One of them?” a voice drawled behind him.  

Harry realized he had spoken aloud.  Turning to see Draco standing behind him he tried his best not to eat his words, “Well, yeah.  You all look so, er, I don’t know.  Professional?  That isn’t the word I’m looking for.”

“You mean they always look like they have a stick up their arse,” Seamus slurred.

Draco glared daggers at Seamus.  As he opened his mouth to undoubtedly say something equally cutting to Harry, he was interrupted.

“One pass,” Harry said, raising an empty shot glass to Draco’s line of sight. “I’m in no state to be speaking.  I’m just asking for one pass.”  Without waiting for a response, Harry stumbled away.  

Harry made his way to Hermione and her bottle of tequila.  

“Not enough liquid courage to talk to him yet?” Hermione asked.  Thankfully, Blaise was still the center of attention because she’d lost her ability to keep her voice down.

“Fat lot of good it would do me.  I’m not trying to get hexed in the face,” Harry said.

“He’s been flirting with you all week,” Hermione pointed out.

“Telling me I’m not the flier I was two years ago, that my hair would look better if I’d let Hagrid brush it, and bloody weird questions like ‘why do you smell like trees?’ isn’t flirting,” Harry said, taking another shot.

“You’d think you never met him before.  Of course he’s flirting with you.  And may I point out, he’s been on your arse all night,” Hermione said.

“But not in the way you want, hey Harry?” Seamus shouted, already laughing at his own joke.


“From behind usually,” Seamus said.  He was now howling with laughter.

Harry’s already drink-blushed face reddened, “What th- fuck. Nope.” He turned to escape the conversation but stepped right into Draco, sloshing tequila on the both of them.

Draco shoved Harry. “Is talking to me such a horrible concept that you’d rather spend the evening trying to insult, trample, and drown me?  Too drunk to fake being nice to me?  I don’t understand-”

Draco kept talking but Harry couldn’t focus on his words.  He was too busy staring at Draco’s lips.  Harry always thought they were thin, but when Draco didn’t have his signature sneer in place, his lips actually looked full and soft. They were a bit more pink than usual and he smelled of cinnamon.  Harry laughed.

“What the hell is so funny?” Draco demanded.

“Of course you found the Goldschläger,” Harry said.

Whatever Draco was read to say was lost when Seamus ran past Harry singing “Gold up in my teeth-” and bumped hard into him shoving Harry into Draco.

Draco was livid. “Are you kidding me?  I just wanted to have a good time, but I’m feeling so attacked-”

Harry raised his hand to Draco’s mouth.  He felt Draco gasp sharply as his fingers pressed against his lips, “Shh. Can you just stop?  You’re fucking gorgeous but you can’t stop being a poncy git.” Harry stepped closer and dropped his gaze to his fingers on Draco’s mouth. “Now I’m going to move my hand, but I don’t want to hear a thing from you.  Nod for me.”

Draco stood frozen, eyes wide and blushing thoroughly but after a tense second nodded.

“Fuck, mate, if Dean talked to me like that I’d already be on my knees,” Seamus said.  

Harry and Draco both looked over to him in shock. 

“Didn’t you just leave?” Harry asked.

“Can’t be wing man if I can’t show up when you need me,” Seamus raised the bottle to them before walking away.

“Don’t play with me like that.  If you lot must have a laugh at my expense,  I would appreciate it if you could limit it to times when I’m not around,” Draco said.  His words holding more venom than Harry expected.

“No one is laughing at you.  They’re laughing at me,” Harry said.

“And why would they be laughing at their precious Golden Boy?  Don’t lie to me, you’re not up to the challenge.“ 

“Well, I guess they think it’s funny that I fancy you even though I can’t talk to you,” Harry said.

From somewhere across the room, Seamus yelled, “You’re talking now, yeah.”

“See, not everything is about yo–oh Merlin, what the fuck.” Harry stopped talking, struck by his own words and Draco’s smile.

“Words getting ahead of your brain?” Draco asked.

Harry turned to leave, “I need another shot.”

anonymous asked:

U should write more of that prompt w/ badass!harry but at the part where harry finally shows Draco the tattoos on his back

I’ve gotten so many requests for this, and I actually wrote a second part a while ago, but never posted it, so I decided it’s finally time that I do 😁 just a warning that it is very long

My Writing

Part One

Draco and Harry kept talking until they realized there were only five minutes left until they arrived at Hogwarts. They both quickly threw their robes on and gathered their things.

“Excited?” Harry asked as they felt the train slowing down.

“Um…I guess so,” Draco said quietly, not meeting Harry’s eyes.

Harry was about to respond when someone burst through the door to the compartment.


“Harry! Mate! We’re sorry we never got to come sit with you, we-” Ron realized Harry wasn’t the only one in there, and he narrowed his eyes at Draco. “What’s he doing here?” Ron spat out.

“We were keeping each other company,” Harry said flatly.

“No company at all is surely better than his company.” Ron glared at Draco as he spoke to Harry.

“I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree, then. I’ve found that Draco is actually a lot better company than some of the other people I’ve found myself spending time with…or maybe not so much time with…anymore,” Harry said bitterly and then, “Come on, Draco. Let’s go get a carriage before they’re all full.”

Harry grabbed Draco’s arm and pulled him out to the carriages.

Ron knew exactly what Harry was talking about. Ever since the war, Harry was, and understandably so, much different than he used to be. And Ron was too, of course, just not as much of a drastic change. It’s not that he didn’t want to hang out with Harry. It was just that it wasn’t the same anymore. It wasn’t just a laugh all the time. A lot of times Ron would say something, just making normal conversation, and they would be like triggers to Harry. So many things now reminded Harry of his traumatic experiences, and it was hard for Ron to tiptoe around all of them. And Ron also liked spending some time alone with Hermione now, which of course took time away from being with Harry. Hermione felt the same way in regards to Harry, but said that they just needed to give him some time and space and he’d come around.

“Potter…” Draco said carefully, sensing his anger and not wanting to set him off.

Harry didn’t respond and Draco felt Harry tighten his grip on his wrist as he continued to pull him along. It wasn’t until they got by the carriages and Harry saw the thestrals that his grip loosened, but he still didn’t let go.

Harry stood there and stared at them for several minutes, no doubt picturing all the deaths he was forced to witness over the past few years, Draco knew this.

“Potter,” Draco tried again, but to no avail.


Harry’s head snapped back to look at Draco at the sound of his first name. Draco blushed.

“Harry, c’mon. Let’s get in the carriage, yeah?” He asked softly. He knew he had to be careful with how and what he said right now. Harry was upset and he didn’t want to make it worse.

“Yeah…okay,” Harry responded quietly, but made no move to get in.

Draco slid his wrist from Harry’s now slack grip, and placed his own hand around Harry’s wrist, gently tugging him.

Harry followed easily and got into the carriage with Draco.

Harry sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, looking down at his hands.

“It’s okay…you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Ron, Hermione, and I aren’t as close as we used to be.”

Draco was shocked Harry was telling him this information.

“They’ve never said anything to me, but I know. I know they think I’m like…depressed and stuff. I know they don’t think I’m fun to be around.”

“I’m sure they don’t think that.”

“They do. I heard them say it. They obviously didn’t think that I could hear them, but I could.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re very fun to be around.”

Harry looked up and smiled at Draco. Just like when they were on the train and Harry started laughing at Draco’s expense, Draco’s breath caught in his throat. It was just such a nice smile, and the laugh was such a nice sound. Nice…and genuine. Not the fake act that Harry so often put up now. It was real, and Draco loved it.

They sat next to each other in a comfortable silence. That was until Ron and Hermione entered their carriage just seconds before they started to move. Draco felt Harry tense up next to him upon their arrival.

The two of them quietly took their seats and then looked at Harry.

“Harry, Hermione and I are really sorry that we haven’t been hanging out with as often anymore. We know that you’re going through-”

“It’s fine,” Harry cut him off, not wanting to hear it.

“Harry, no,” Hermione interjected.

“Really guys. It’s okay. It’s mostly my fault anyway, and I get that you want some time for just the two of you. I know how relationships work. So it’s fine. We’re fine. Just drop it, okay? Please.”

The two of them just nodded, not sure of what to say.

Hermione then cleared her throat and turned to Draco.

“So, how was your summer, Draco?”

Draco could tell she was clearly trying to break up the obvious tension between him, Ron, and herself.

“Fine, thanks,” Draco said politely. That was far from the truth, but he didn’t really feel like sharing his family problems with her. He knew that the courteous thing to do would have been to ask her how her summer was, but Draco didn’t really care, and didn’t feel like pretending that he did. He didn’t care about blood-status anymore, so that’s not why he was being semi-rude, he just didn’t like her.

Their carriage finally arrived at the castle and Draco nearly sighed in relief. They got out and headed to the Great Hall. When they got into the castle, McGonagall was standing there waiting for the 8th years, much like their first year. McGonagall looked at Harry and he could see the shock on her face at his new appearance. She smiled at him nonetheless, and Harry gave her a smile back. He always had a soft spot for her.

“Since we are lacking space in your old house dormitories, we have set up one specifically for eighth years. They’re set up much like the other ones, but we understand that you all are older and need more privacy now. We have arranged them so that each person has their own room.The rooms aren’t large, but there isn’t much reason to do anything but sleep in them, really. Each has a door with your name on it. That will be your room. I will show you to your dorms after the feast.”

She then walked away to get ready for the sorting, and the eighth years made their way into the Great Hall, where there was also a table designated just for them. Everyone in the hall gasped and looked at Harry, some even pointing. He heard murmurs of, “tattoos…piercing…hair”.

Everyone around Harry was talking excitedly about the new dorms and table just for them. Harry didn’t really care, but he supposed it would be nice to have a little privacy.

“Our own rooms, mate!” Ron said and slapped Harry on the back.

“Yeah…should be cool.” Harry forced out a laugh.

Ron smiled, clearly satisfied with Harry’s response.

Harry took a seat next to Draco and away from Ron and Hermione. He just didn’t really feel like talking to anyone at the moment.

The sorting started, but Harry didn’t pay attention. He didn’t care. The feast then started, but again, Harry didn’t care. He didn’t even touch the food. He just stared straight ahead and began thinking about Dobby and how much he would be enjoying working in the kitchens again now that school had started. Harry kept thinking himself sadder and sadder until something snapped him out of his thoughts.


“Sorry, just thinking. What is it?”

“I was just saying that you should eat something…you haven’t all day.”

Draco looked at him in concern.

“Oh. No, I’m okay. Not hungry, really.”

“If Dobby were here, could you imagine how happy he would be to know that his friend was enjoying the food he had made?” Draco knew he was pressing his luck saying this. He wasn’t sure how Harry would react.

Fortunately, though, it was a good reaction. A small smile had replaced Harry’s frown and he began putting some food on his plate.

After the feast, McGonagall showed them their new dorm. It was decorated in all 4 house colors, and everyone looked around in awe. She then pulled Harry aside.

“How are you, Potter?” She asked him, concern evident in her eyes.

“Oh I’m…you know, as good as you can be after…” he trailed off.

“I understand. Just know that if you need anything, you can always come to me.”

“Thanks, Professor,” he told her with a smile.

“Oh and Potter, I noticed you and Mr. Malfoy sitting by each other and talking. Are you two, perhaps, friends now?”

Harry smiled.

“Something like that.”

She nodded and then added, “I like the new look, too, by the way. Your hair, it’s nice.” She smiled and then walked away.

Harry chuckled. He knew she was lying, but appreciated her effort at making him feel better.

Harry headed up to the boys’ dorm and found the door with his name on it. He looked around and saw that the rooms were set up in pods of two. He smiled when he saw Draco was the person he’d be sharing the area with.

Harry went into his room and saw his things laying at the foot of the bed. He changed into his pajamas and jumped into bed. He wasn’t in the mood to socialize with everyone. He was frustrated because he knew his declining friendship with Ron and Hermione was his own fault, but he just couldn’t stop isolating himself, not only from them, but from everyone. Despite his frustration, though, Harry began thinking about his new friendship with Draco, and how he wanted it to be more than that, and how he wanted to show him his secret tattoos. And to those thoughts, Harry was able to fall asleep quickly.

His sleep was not nearly as peaceful as it was quick, though. He soon fell into a nightmare. It was about the war, just like the ones he always had.

Harry was woken up from his nightmare, however, by a warm hand gently shaking him.

“Harry…Harry it’s okay. Wake up,” the voice said distantly.

Harry slowly opened his eyes and could just make out a shape in the darkness, He jumped at the sight.

“Hey, it’s okay. It’s just me.”


“The one and only.”

“What are you doing in here?” Harry asked with a shaky voice.

Draco turned the lights on and then walked back over to Harry.

“I was about to go to bed, but I heard you screaming…you were having a nightmare.”

Harry looked away, blushing.

“Sorry,” he said, almost inaudibly.

“It’s not your fault, Harry. It’s fine.”

Harry could still feel himself shaking from the nightmare, and felt even more embarrassed.

Draco gently tugged on his shirt. Harry startled at the action.

“It’s okay, Harry. I’m not going to hurt you. Let’s get this shirt off, okay? You’re drenched in sweat.” Draco pushed back the hair that was stuck to Harry’s sweaty face.

Harry was tired and didn’t want to put up a fight, but he remembered his tattoos. He knew he wanted Draco to see them, but not now, not like this.

“No, no. S’fine,” Harry mumbled.

“It’s not fine, Harry. C’mon, sit up.”

Draco pulled Harry into a sitting position and then pulled all of Harry’s hair back and put it up into his signature bun for him, keeping it out of the way.

“I-I can do it,” Harry trembled out, still shaken from the nightmare.

Draco rolled his eyes.

“Stop being stubborn, Potter. Now lift,” Draco said, nodding towards his arms.

Harry sighed in defeat. If there was one person that was more stubborn than him, it was Draco Malfoy. Harry lifted his arms.

Draco pulled the shirt up and over Harry’s head, he took in the tattoos on Harry’s chest, but then just walked over to the bathroom, not saying anything. Draco knew that now was not the time. He came back from the bathroom with a damp cloth. He scooted Harry over a bit and sat down next to him.

He gently began wiping the sweat from Harry’s face and body. The cloth was cool on Harry’s skin and he let out a gasp when it touched him.

“Oh yeah. It might be cold.”

Harry chuckled quietly and just let Draco run the cloth over his body.

“Over,” Draco murmured.

Harry turned, now uncaring if Draco saw that tattoo on his back.

Draco wiped the cloth up and down his back, paying special attention to a place on the back of his shoulder. Draco finished and walked back to the bathroom to put the cloth back.

“Better?” He asked.

Harry nodded.

“Thank you.”

“Anytime, Potter.”

“I like it better when you call me Harry, you know.”

Draco was surprised at this.

“Okay. Harry it is. Lay down now, you need to sleep,” He said while helping Harry back into a laying position and covering him with the blankets.

“Could you…stay?” Harry blushed.

Draco didn’t say anything, but climbed into the bed and under the covers with Harry, who had his back to Draco now.

“Nox,” Draco whispered and the room went dark again.

Draco quickly got comfortable, and then slung his arm around Harry’s waist and pulled him in so they were pressed up to each other, back-to-chest. Harry quickly fell asleep again, and Draco soon after.

They woke up the next morning to the sun shining brightly into Harry’s room.

Harry had forgotten what happened during the night and jumped a little when he felt a body behind him.

“Relax, love. You’re fine,” Draco mumbled, still half asleep.

Harry blushed at the nickname, but then relaxed back into Draco’s touch.

“Mm,” Draco hummed in response to Harry’s now relaxed body.

Harry turned so he could face Draco. Draco lifted his arm so Harry could move, but then quickly returned it, this time on his back. He began to absentmindedly rub circles onto it.

Harry sighed, content.

Draco then opened his eyes, meeting two bright green irises. He smiled at Harry.

“G’morning,” Draco said and then yawned.

“Morning!” Harry said brightly.

“Someone’s in a good mood this morning,” Draco commented.

“Yes, well, it’s not everyday that I wake up with a very attractive blond in my bed,” Harry said boldly. What did he have to lose?

“Oh?” Draco inquired with a raised eyebrow.


“Well it could be everyday…if you want.”

Harry blushed at that. He wasn’t expecting it.

“I-I might.”

“Good. Because I could get used to this.”

Draco then sat up and stretched.

“So,” Draco began, now looking down at Harry who was still laying. “When did you plan on telling me about these?” Draco asked as he traced a finger around the lily.

Harry’s heartbeat sped up at the contact.

“Soon…” Harry said shyly.

“Oh really?”

“Yes. I just…didn’t think telling you after I had just woken you up with a blood curdling scream from a nightmare would’ve been the best time,” Harry joked.

Draco chuckled.

“I wouldn’t have minded.”

Harry blushed but gave him a smile.

“Well, that one,” Harry said, referring to the flower Draco was running his fingers along, “is for my mother, who saved my life when I was a baby…as I’m sure you know by now.”

“Mm. I figured as much…and this one?” He said, moving his fingers across to the other flower.

“Is um…well I’m not sure if you know this, but you’re mother, she kind of saved my life. She said I was-”

“I know,” Draco said, cutting him off. He knew Harry didn’t want to go too much into depth about his memories of the war.

“Right. So a narcissus flower for your mother, Narcissa…for saving my life.”

“Clever,” Draco teased. “So, two flowers for the two people who saved your life,” he confirmed.

“Yes. But there was a third person who saved my life, too.”

Harry met Draco’s grey eyes before turning over.

“I like this one,” Draco said quietly, tracing the green dragon.

“It’s my favorite. You see, this boy I know, you might know him too, he didn’t give me up to Voldemort after I was captured and brought to his house. He didn’t tell them it was me, even though we had years of fighting and hating each other behind us. If it weren’t for him, I would have been killed then.”

“I never hated you,” Draco said and leaned down to press a soft kiss to the wing of the dragon.

Harry sucked in a breath when he felt Draco’s warm lips on his skin.

“I-I didn’t hate you either.”

“Good,” Draco mumbled into Harry’s skin, covering the dragon with kisses.

Draco moved to kiss down Harry’s spine.

“Draco,” Harry breathed out.

Draco kissed down to the waistband of Harry’s pants.

“You were right, Harry. I would love to have a look at your arse.” He kissed back up to Harry’s shoulders. “But we can save that for a different time.”

Draco flipped Harry over and found Harry blushing deeply, but grinning up at him.

“You’re beautiful,” Draco murmured. “Your cheeks.” He placed a kiss to each blushing cheek. “Your jaw.” Kiss. “Your neck.” Several kisses, maybe even a bite, which Harry let out a quiet whimper at. “Your nose.” Kiss. “Your eyes.” Two featherlight kisses to Harry’s eyelids. “Your messy hair.” A kiss to the top of Harry’s head. “Your stupid scar.” Harry chuckled as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the lightening-bolt shape on his forehead. “And, of course, your lips.”

Draco smashed his lips onto Harry’s. Harry immediately wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck. Draco sat so he was straddling Harry’s waist. They kissed for several minutes, and when Draco lightly tugged at Harry’s lip ring and then slid his tongue into Harry’s mouth, Harry let out a loud moan. They kissed until they had to pull away for breath.

“I should have done that years ago.”

Harry smiled lazily and mumbled his agreement. Draco just laughed and pressed one more short kiss to Harry’s lips before standing up and stretching.

After that day, things were different. But for the better. Draco was the missing piece Harry needed. He was much happier and almost back to his old self. His friendship with Ron and Hermione was as good as ever. Draco is responsible for that. He would make Harry hang out with them or invite them to be with himself and Harry. He told Harry he didn’t want to see him lose such a good friendship. Ron and Hermione weren’t thrilled about Harry being with Draco, of all people, at first, but after seeing how happy they made each other, they were fine with it. Harry rarely felt so cripplingly sad anymore, like he so often used to, because Draco was always there to brighten his day. Sure he got sad from time to time, and even if Draco couldn’t do anything to make it better, he’d just sit with Harry and tell him how much he loves him. And that was enough.

Harry made things better for Draco, too. People no longer sneered and insulted him when they saw him. No one called him “the death eater” anymore. Draco brought Harry home to the Manor that year for Christmas. He was trembling with nerves because who knew what his parents would think. But Harry had calmed him down. Told him to relax. “If they don’t like me, I’ll live Draco. They wouldn’t be the first people.” His mother took an instant liking to Harry. Lucius, not so much. But Harry never gave up, and Lucius finally warmed up to him. Harry was always there to hold Draco when he was feeling bad about himself. He would always tell him that he was lovely and that he made Harry the happiest person in the world.

After a year of dating, Draco went to a muggle tattoo shop and got a lightening bolt tattoo. Harry got a second tattoo for the person he loved. He got the Draco constellation tattooed across his back.

Three years after that, Harry got something else that would always keep him connected to Draco: a ring. Draco had proposed to him on September 1st, a day that was special to both of them. The day that their friendship, that quickly led to their relationship started. The day that changed everything. The most important day of their lives.

Sirius x Reader


Summary: Both Black brothers are in love with Y/N. She’s in Regulus’ year and a Slytherin.

Warnings: snogging and sad Regulus


“Reg! Stop it”, said Y/N as Regulus poked her sides. Her friend just grinned down to her and continued.
“Come on. We’re late for dinner.”
“Because of you, if I may add”, said Regulus and walked with her to the great hall.
“It’s not my fault that you are so bad at explaining transfiguration to me.”
As they entered the hall, Y/N looked over to the Gryffindor table, where some of her friends sat.
Y/N came from a really powerful pureblood family, just like the Black family.
She was eldest child if her parents, who expected Y/N to get sorted into Slytherin. Which she was, but they soon found out that their daughter didn’t share their opinion on blood purity, which made her a traitor. She didn’t understand why Regulus was her friend, they didn’t share the same views on blood purity.
What Regulus didn’t understand was, how she could be friends with his brother and his friends.

After dinner the hall started to empty itself, the most students still had homework to do or wanted to hang out in their common rooms or wanted to go out and enjoy the last hours sunshine.
Y/N walked behind Regulus and his friends out of the hall when she heard someone call her name.
“Y/N! Y/N, wait”,it was Sirius who called for her. She stopped and turned around. Sirius and his friends walked up to her.
“You were late to dinner, where were you?”, asked Sirius, while throwing his arm over her shoulder. They all started to walk towards the lake.
“I was with Regulus,” Y/N started to explain and she already felt how Sirius begann to tense. “He tried to explain transfiguration to me.”
“He just tried?”, James laughed and Y/N couldn’t help and laughed too.
“He really tried, it’s just a difficult subject at the moment.”
She could feel Sirius relaxing again.
“I can help you. I had an O in every transfiguration exam”, said Sirius with a smirk. He loved to show that he was better than his brother.
Y/N smiled. “I’d like that. Tomorrow evening in the library?”
“Sure”, Sirius smiled and watched as she walked away. She truly was beautiful.
“Close your mouth, you start to drool”, said Remus, who had watched quietly, with a smirk.
“Shut up, Moony.”


“Where were you, Y/N? I was worried! You went without saying anything!”, Y/N was met by an angry Regulus.
“I was at lake, I didn’t know I had to tell you where I am going”, said Y/N calmly and looked Regulus in the eyes. He could get lost in them, he could never stay mad at her.
Y/N smiled and went to her dorm.

Days went by and Y/N Sirius would meet up to study together whenever Y/N didn’t get something. Little did they know, that Regulus knew about their study dates and would always sit a table or two away from them, just to make sure Y/N’s alright of course. What he didn’t know was that Sirius has asked Y/N out more than once. And she had said ‘yes’ every time.
Regulus also didn’t know, that one day, after one of their dates Sirius asked her to be his girlfriend. Y/N said yes.

He found out when he walked through the corridors and saw his brother pinning Y/N against a wall. He wanted to walk up to them and say something, because he thought Sirius was threatening Y/N. But he immediately stopped after he heard Y/N speak up. “I love you”, she said with a dreamy smile and closed her eyes. Sirius looked at her face. He couldn’t believe he got so lucky to have her.
“I love you too”, Sirius smiled and kissed her slowly.

Regulus was angry. Angry she didn’t told him. Angry his brother got her, because she deserved better. And angry, because he wasn’t fast enough to get her.

This was the first time he saw them, but after that day, he saw them everywhere.
He realised how close they sat in the library. How Sirius’ arm wasn’t thrown over her shoulder as he used to do, it was around her waist. He saw Sirius kissing her before they walked to their classes. He saw him pinning her against the wall, where he saw them the first time.
And it seemed as if everyone knew about them before he did and it annoyed him.

Regulus wanted to confront her. He wanted to know why she didn’t tell him about her relationship with his brother.
He knew where Y/N and Sirius were. They were always on the seventh floor, somewhere near the Gryffindortower. The floor was empty, because it was already after bed time for the students and nobody wanted detention by Filch.
Regulus walked around the corner as he saw them. Y/N had her arms around Sirius’ neck and his hands were one her hip. She was leaning against the wall and looked up to Sirius.
Regulus felt like he was frozen, he couldn’t move nor could he say any of the things he wanted to say so badly.
Y/N closed her eyes as Sirius leaned down to kiss her.
Sirius broke the kiss and started kissing Y/N’s neck. He stopped and looked up, Y/N had her eyes still closed. Her lips were still a bit puffy from the kiss.

Then something happend, that Regulus never wanted to happen, his brother saw him. First Sirius was a confused, but then he understood. He understood everything, and he enjoyed it.
Sirius smirked.
He started kissing Y/N’s neck again till she moaned his name and her arms dropped to his shoulders.
Then Sirius looked again to his brother, who by now was livid, and started kissing her again.
Regulus couldn’t stand it anymore and walked away, but not without glaring at his brother.

He lost the girl he loved to his brother.

anonymous asked:

i wanna hear all about the cursed child when you finish it haha i've only seen spoilers so far but oh boy lol


a) everything Scorpius Malfoy says and does will make you want to strap on armour and charge into battle for love of him, 

b) one of Scorpius’s first lines is ‘I’ve always regarded the Pepper Imp as the king of the confectionary bag’, which renders the whole Everyone Thinks Scorpius Is Voldemort’s Son subplot/mystery UTTERLY UNNECESSARY because OF COURSE THIS RIDICULOUS CHILD IS THE FRUIT OF DRACO MALFOY’S LOINS, 

c) Draco gets some weighty shit to say/is just Redemption Arc AF all the way through, so 


e) Draco gets to join The Gang for World-Saving Hijinks, which means 

f) some scenes are DRARRY AF AS FUCK, but mainly 

g) everything about this play will make you Team Malfoy Forever, holy shit, like, wtf, 

h) at one point Harry and Draco are duelling and Draco goes ‘Keep up, old man’ and Harry’s like ‘WE’RE THE SAME AGE, DRACO’ which made me laugh so hard I had to put the book down for a good five minutes, 

i) it also bears mentioning that RON AND HERMIONE ARE IN LOVE IN EVERY TIMELINE, god bless @whoever the hell wrote this thing, 

j) speaking of whoever wrote this thing, they took the whole ‘Harry couldn’t really hear the commentary during the first Triwizard Task very well from his position in the Champions’ Tent’ and handed us Ludo Bagman yelling DOG DIGGITY, CEDRIC DIGGORY, YOU ARE A DOGGY DYNAMO! which I will be forever thankful for, 

k) Albus and Scorpius make their great escape off the Hogwarts Express while it’s in motion and the trolley witch turns into a terrifying Immortal Guardian of the Train and hurls explosive pasties at them, while casually dropping into the admittedly weird conversation that Fred’n’George and the Marauders all tried to get off the train while it was moving, EMPHASIS ON ‘TRIED’, 

l) turns out my SCORP LAD WOT LAD “joke” was completely inaccurate as, world-ending and illegal shenanigans aside, Scorpius and Albus are BORING NERDS, but 

m) their entire relationship is a personification of the ‘I would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining’ text post, and 

n) I am 100% positive that by the time they turn 16 they will be Experimenting and Laughing It Off while also Staring Wistfully At Each Other While The Other One’s Not Paying Attention, because oh my god, they are completely smitten with each other, LITERALLY, 

o) when plot things happen and Harry won’t let them see each other anymore, there’s an ENTIRE MONTAGE of them being DESOLATE AND DISTRAUGHT, the word “heartbroken” is used about both of them, Draco bursts into Harry and Ginny’s house like ‘MY SON IS IN TEARS POTTER, WTF’, it’s all very Fraught and Forbidden Romance-y, and when they’re allowed to be friends again they’re like ‘you’re… the best person I know… you… make me stronger…’ ‘…!! … that’s so nice… I didn’t like my life without you in it… !!!’ and then Albus tells Scorpius he’s kind from the depths of his belly to the tips of his fingers which is the most ROMANTIC SHIT I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE, ALBUS POTTER GOT GAME SON, but anyway, they’re in love, fight me, WHAT ELSE? 

p) Harry does all the cooking, 

q) Draco gets excited about a farmer’s market, 

r) Ron is the fucking best person on planet earth, probably, 

s) Harry and Draco burst into Slytherin and try to get up to the dormitory to find Albus and Scorpius and this one kid is yelling at them like ‘PARENTS AREN’T ALLOWED IN THE HOUSE COMMON ROOMS WITHOUT THE EXPRESS PERMISSION OF-’ and McGonagall just appears and says ‘Please don’t be tiresome, Craig’ and honestly if I was Craig I’d never show my face again, 

t) I forgot to mention that in the weird Voldemort Day Blood Ball Scorpion King AU Scorpius gets to talk to Snape and blah blah blah plot Snape is giving him a pep talk like ‘Think about Albus. You’re giving up your kingdom for Albus, right? One person. All it takes is one person.’ which is just… indescribably romo, and 

u) in the Voldemort Day Blood Ball Scorpion King AU dark Draco Malfoy is still better at dadding than regular timeline Harry Potter, which I don’t think any of us saw coming, 

v) Harry asks Draco what he wanted to do as a grown-up when he was a kid and Draco says ‘Quidditch. But I wasn’t good enough. Mainly I wanted to be happy.’ which is honestly just fucking savage and I can’t believe I lived through it, ALSO I had to read the line ‘It is exceptionally lonely, being Draco Malfoy’ with my own eyes, so I’m taking tomorrow off work, 

w) this incredibly soul-baring and candid convo comes on the heels of HARRY COMING FOR DUMBLEDORE(’S PORTRAIT) ABOUT HOW DUMBLEDORE TREATED HARRY AND I HAVE LITERALLY NEVER FELT MORE ALIVE. he yells at Dumbledore until Dumbledore is LITERALLY WEEPING. I don’t even want to tell you what he says because you all need to experience that moment of cleansing rightness in your lives, 

x) despite all the batshit plot things, the play actually deals with all the characters’ traumas FAR BETTER than the series ever did. we get actual GINNY and TOM RIDDLE shit in this play guys! it gets talked about! how it affected Ginny gets talked about! Harry has nightmares! Harry vents his feelings! Draco tells Harry about how alone he felt and how that sent him to such a bad place! Draco, Ginny and Harry understand each other and bond over shared trauma! who the fuck expected this! not fucking me! 

y) I was emotional as hell throughout because I’m nothing if not dramatic but there’s a bit towards the very end involving HAGRID, THE BEST DUDE, that legit made me sob my little heart out from the agony of two decades’ worth of accumulated feelings about this series, 

 z) so yeah. Harry has to watch his parents die because Albus is a rebellious little emo gobshite who got a crush on a live-action DeviantArt OC from 2005 called Delphi who has silvery-blue hair and is secretly Voldemort and Bellatrix’s lovechild, BUT WHO CARES, I FUCKING LOVE HARRY POTTER AND I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE READING THIS OFFICIALLY SANCTIONED CRACKFIC, 10/10, WOULD EXPERIENCE PURE JOY AGAIN!!!!!

Be A Coward (Drarry)

Fire was raining all around, bits of stone too - bits of his home. Harry barely saw it through, because he was running. He was running harder than he had in his entire life. He was searching, never having felt so desperate. He didn’t know how to deal with the panic that just kept swelling in his chest. He’d never felt so scared.

Because where was he?

Harry hadn’t seen him since his trip to the forest. Harry’d been pulled by the pale, slim hands he loved so much, and into the nearest broom cupboard, those same hands banging the door shut and cradling his face. Harry remembers how Draco was trembling all over, so hard that even his lips shook as they pressed desperately against his own over and over andoverandover. Harry brought his hands up to Draco’s neck, feeling how feverish it was, using this leverage to gently pull back from the kiss, but only enough to speak and be able to look Draco in his eyes.

He didn’t have to say anything. Draco knew. The voice of the Dark Lord had invaded his head as well.

“Draco-“ Harry started. But he didn’t know how to finish. He had no words of comfort, no valiant promises of “I’ll come back for you” to make. Because he wouldn’t. Be back, that is. So he just said the name again, pleading almost. Please understand. “Draco…” He whispered.

“Don’t you dare, Potter.” Draco’s eyes were red, his face set, trying not to break, “Don’t.” His voice wavered.

“I have to,” Harry pressed their foreheads together, but only for a second. He needed to look at Draco- Memorize him while he still could. While he still had time, “You know I have to-“

“No.” The blonde’s voice choked, his long fingers fisting into Harry’s shirt, “Don’t be the hero. For once, please, please Harry…” He swallowed thickly, “Be a coward- run. I’ll- I’ll run with you. Please.”

Harry’d never heard Draco beg like this. He’d never seen the desperate look in his eyes that was present at this moment. He never wanted to. Harry thought his legs would give away at the pressure in his chest due to his heart breaking a little. Draco watched as Harry slowly shook his head, sadly, and then Draco was shaking his head too (pleadingly), and then he was just shaking all over because no. He couldn’t lose his boy. Not now. Not when he only just got him. His boy. And then Draco really started to panic because Harry was opening the door and they could hear once again the war going on around them loud and clear. Draco was suddenly clinging like a lost child not wanting to be left, not letting go of Harry’s shirt.

“Wait. Wait. Wait.” He chanted frantically.

The last kiss was intense, bruising, and desperate.

But where was Malfoy now? Harry’s footsteps echoed as he entered the grand entrance, now surrounded by healers, and crying. He wanted to scream Draco’s name, shout I’m alive and that you better be too. He passed a row of covered bodies and his breath caught. Not him, he told himself. Harry opened every door, searched every face, peered around every corner, his thoughts running on loop: alivealivealive. Until finally, he heard it.

The door leading to the boy’s bathroom was slightly ajar, and he could hear running water from within. It was obvious that it was meant to block out the sound of crying, and it would have to other people, but not Harry. Harry’s ear was trained to it, had been for months now. He couldn’t miss it. He walked in, shutting the door softly behind him and flicking a few lock charms upon it.

The sight that met him as he rounded the corner ripped at him. Draco was leaning painfully against a sink, knuckles white from their grip on the edges of the basin he was crying heaving sobs into. His shoulders shook. His bloodied sweater was discarded onto the cold tiled floor, and Harry panicked for a moment as the thought that it could be Draco’s blood, but his rumpled but otherwise clean white button-down reassured him. Harry took a step forward. His foot made a soft splash in a puddle on the ground and Draco looked up, freezing.

They stared at each other in the mirror. Draco’s eyes were swollen, his face pale. Harry realized how beaten down he looked and had the sudden, oh-so-familiar urge to drag him into his arms and never let go. His grey eyes flashed and he whirled around- the moment was gone. His face screwed up into something that looked dreadfully close to agony and Harry barely had time to stretch his arms out towards him when Draco was raising his wand, throwing a jet of red light at his feet and causing Harry to jump back.

“You,” Malfoy’s teeth were clenched together. He advanced quickly, throwing spells that Harry only just managed to protego. The jets of light emphasized every word that he spit out, “How. Could. You.” Malfoy was nearly on top of Harry now, who didn’t know what to do other than to keep deflecting the spells that were seemingly cast with the purpose of be deflected - never quite spot on. The flourish of activity had the room lighting up with colors. The spells bounced off the mirrors, shattering them and busting pipes so that water now rained down on them in small streams. Then, with one last spewing of sparks, the colors stopped, and Harry heard a wand clatter to the floor. He had barely caught his breath when Draco was against him, fists once again clutching Harry’s t-shirt just as they had in the closet. And Harry realized now,



Draco cut him off with a weak pound of his hand on Harry’s chest, (shut up) unable to speak through the tears that weren’t even allowing him to breath properly. Draco seemed to only be able to inhale, and when he did breath, it was harsh and much to fast. Harry barely registered his own wand falling with a splash to the ground, because Draco was slumping against him, a dark, deep flush spreading up his neck.

“Draco, fuck,” Harry’s panic was back because Draco wasn’t fucking breathing properly. He dropped to the floor, ignoring the water that instantly seeped through his clothes, settling Draco’s slight frame between his stretched out legs- upright, but cradled to his chest,

“Draco breath, you have to breath-“ He pushed the blonde, damp hair off his forehead. Draco only made small, choking sounds, gasping in breath, “I’m right here. I’m okay, I’m okay. Please,” Harry continued, wrapped his arms across Draco’s chest, trapping his arms against him and holding on as tightly as he could manage. As if he was trying to fuse their bodies together, “‘m right here… I promise I’m right here.” He was whispering now, lips pressed to Draco’s clammy temple.

“Harry-“ It was one quick, gasping word in-between sobs but fuck, at least he could talk. That means at least some air was coming back out. Harry just held him tight, pressing sloppy, panicked kisses to his face, “‘m here.”

Finally, when they were both completely soaked from the sprinkling sinks, Draco started drawing in deep, long breaths, and letting them back out shakily.

“I thought you were dead.” Draco gazed up at Harry, his eyes shining. His voice was shot, so much so that it barely came out a whisper, “I really thought you were dead.”

Harry heaved a shaky sigh of his own, “I did too.” He could feel Draco’s breathing pick up a little, and quickly added, “I’m not though, am I? Like I said…”

It was as if all the strength had left Draco, and he relaxed into Harry, head nestled against his chest. He closed his eyes, “You’re here.”

Harry couldn’t speak for a moment, having to control the lump in his throat. And even when he could, he barely managed a thick, “Yeah,” and held Draco tighter.

I’m just can’t help myself sometimes.

You Really Don’t Know?

Word Count: Pretty long actually :p

Warnings: None. Just fluffs.

Summary: The reader oneday catches the twins playing a small prank on Neville and gets angry. From that moment on they start pranking her instead of Neville which leads Y/N to a punishment from Umbridge. But something happens after that which brings them closer instead.

The Story:

Y/N walked out of the Transfiguration class with her books clutching on her chest, towards her common room. Her mind wandered around the obvious silence that has spread over since Umbridge got in Hogwarts. She looked around and there was no crowd anywhere. Some of the few students who were present talked in low voice, not really happy either.

Y/F/N came walking slowly behind her with some Hufflepuff girl. “Hey you wanna come to Hogsmeade today? I mean we just planned to go today so…” She said pointing towards herself and her new friend.

“Oh sure. When exactly?” Y/N smiled and said.

“Maybe in the afternoon or like after lunch?”

“Um…okay…I guess..I’m just like..not in a mood to…”

“It’s okay if you don’t wanna come.” Y/F/N said.

“No no..I need to go there, I have some things to buy.”

“Okay…then see you later?” She said as they entered the Y/H/N common room.

*Time Skip*

Y/N walked slowly towards the Great Hall when she noticed Neville reaching up for a plate which appeared to be floating in the air, on which there were some Cauldron cakes. Y/F/N walked in the Great Hall while Y/N looked up…she was not really in a mood to help was not even fair if she didn’t help. It was DEFINITELY on a spell but Neville being stupid won’t just use magic to bring it down. Well, he seems to screw things up really bad so it’s not really relevant to blame him. Y/N sighed, walked towards him and said, “Hey Neville, not trying to be nosy or anything but don’t you think you can get another cake in the Great Hall?”

“Oh h-hey Y/N…Yeah I know I can get another in the Great Hall too but I got it just today from Honeydukes. I-I mean just…” he looked up at the plate and pressed his lips.

“Okaaayyy…I understand. Can I help you get it in any way?” Y/N said looking around as she noticed robes and shoes from behind a wall. Must be Malfoy! Why doesn’t he just leave us alone! I mean he IS a prefect but that doesn’t mean he can do anything! She walked furiously towards the wall and dragged the boy out from his hidden place by his robes. He stumbled but managed to balance himself. To her surprise, well…not really..but it wasn’t Malfoy and his friends. Rather she was facing the Weasley twins, among which, one of them — isn’t really clear exactly which one — was gaping at her with a grin on his lips.

Her brows furrowed as she started yelling at them, the anger that she kept in her all this time started coming out.

“Are you serious?! I mean aren’t you realizing that you are ACTUALLY making it hard for us? I mean really, just look around yourself! Do you see any happy faces? Except you two maybe!! You two seem to enjoy your time pranking people and making their life miserable! Seriously guys I think it’s time to stop playing these pranks! We all feel miserable under this-this Umbridge’s freaking dictatorship rule in Hogwarts! We don’t want any kind of problems anymore! Seriously, Neville is always screwing up badly at literally everything but why do you feel happy to make him feel much more worse than he already is!! THANK YOU BOYS but we don’t need any kind of extra problems! Just PLEASE LEAVE NEVILLE ALONE!!!” She panted as she blurted out everything.

“Woah woah calm down mate! We aren’t causing much problems! I mean we just made the cake afloat in the air, and would’ve put it down after a while. But you seemed to just jump out of nowhere and pull me here! I mean you caused the main problem just look at Neville!!”

“Oh yeah sur–” She said and looked at her right and saw a wand on the floor. It must have fell down when she pulled him!! She looked up and saw Neville covered with cakes and some of them smashed on the floor. “Oh no…” She whispered and loosened her grip on the boy’s robe and then ran towards him.

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry Neville! I didn’t really think about anything when I was yelling at him. I am so so sorry!” Y/N said and made an attempt to clean up the mess she had made from his shirt. “Ugh..this is all my fault.” She huffed.

“I-It’s not all your fault. I m-mean Fred and George were already…” He said, blushing at her attempt to clean his face.

“Um….since I destroyed your cupcakes, come to Hogsmeade with me and let me buy something for you. NO COMPLAINTS.” She smiled and said.

“Oh….uh….uou r-really don’t have to..” Neville stuttered.

“Oh hell yeah I have to. Oh…and…uh….just so that you know….it’s not like-like a…a date. Just… know what I mean?” She said while her face reddened.

“OFCOURSE…Sure…at..3 ‘o’ clock in the afternoon?”

“Yes. That will be fine. My friends are going I’ll inform them. And sorry again for the mess i made. You go clean up yourself and I’ll make sure to sneak some food for you.”

“That will be very nice of you.” Neville smiled and left.

Y/N then turned around and saw Fred and George leaning on the wall and smirking. She walked towards them, gritted her teeth and said, “Keep my words in your mind.”

“Well you should thank us instead. You got a date.”

“Shut up! It’s not a date and mind your own business!” She said and walked in the Great Hall. She didn’t notice that one of the twin’s eyes scanned her body in admiration and stopped on her hair that she tucked behind her ear. He looked at every detail on her face, starting from the frown on her lips to her shoes which were covered a bit of dirt.

As she sat down on the Y/H/N table, her friend said, “So…you’ve got a date with Neville.”


“WHatever you say ma'am.” She smirked and said.

So after the argument..or maybe just Y/N yelling at the twins, they stopped bothering Neville. But the problem is that now they started pranking her instead. Y/N really got pissed from all the fun she was made of. And it wasn’t even clear which one of the twins did it. Sometimes it was Fred and sometimes, George. Once one of them even turned her hair colour to purple. She was really ashamed and did her best to hide it. Complaining to the prefects did no good because they clearly enjoyed watching her miserable.

Y/N surely felt angry but some part of her enjoyed the attention she was getting. Some part of her wanted this to happen. But she wasn’t fully aware of that. She was that average girl who wasn’t given much importance. She did have friends, but not that much. But there was something about their…maybe the look in HIS eyes that was very different. Maybe she started liking him. One of the main reason why she started concentrating on her outfit and hairstyle everyday. Y/N’s friends also didn’t spare her from all the teasing.

“Definitely one of them is falling for you.”

“Oh my god Y/N! Look! They are staring at you! Oh, which one of them is it?!”

“Oh maybe you’re falling for him too.”

“He was the only person who didn’t laugh at you when he changed your hair colour.”

And Y/N flustered really badly due to all the teasing and the silly giggles after that. She didn’t understand which one of them they meant but it was surely the one with the intense look in their eyes.

*Time Skip*

It was one of those usual days where Y/N was walking to the Transfiguration class with Y/F/N and she ofcourse had to tolerate her friend’s teasing…blushing furiously.

“I’m telling you one of them is doing this! And on purpose!!” Y/F/N said.

“Oh shut up! It is nothing like that. He is mean to me. How can you expect this?”

“HE??? Well you know which one then??”

Her face became red as she said, “N-NO!”

“But like you know the saying…A boy is especially mean to the girl he likes.”

“I don’t know why do people feel like this is a good way. I-I mean that is really not how things work. There are other w-ways you..know.”

“Oooooh…you sound like you really enjoy that.”

“Shut up I don’t!”

“Well tell me on a serious note. Do you know which one is it?”

“I-I think…I do.”

“Merlin’s BEARD! Who???!”

“I don’t know the name but…you know…if you look of them a..pretty different way.”

“Holy Molly Y/N! Trust me he’s the one who is doing all this!!!!”

“I don’t know… I mean every time I try to find out, it is always different names. But like pranking is just not the way. It doesn’t work.”

Y/F/N grinned an said, “It’s surely working on you. You are SO falling for him.”

And just then one of the twins flew on top of Y/N and was out of sight. Suddenly there was glitter everywhere and it just messed up her clothes. She looked down and picked up a small box…probably where the glitter was kept. Before she could start yelling, she heard a high pitched shriek. She looked up and was facing the last thing she wanted to happen.

It was Umbridge…covered in glitters. She needs to have some in her damn dark soul. She was breathing heavily and her whole face was red. She came towards Y/N huffing and yelled, “Ms. Y/N Y/L/N!!! How DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!”

Y/F/N said, “Ma'am it’s not her! She didn’t do anything!! The twi-” A strange kind of fear spread on Y/N’s heart as her friend almost said about them. Him. She quickly squeezed her friend’s hand and stopped her from saying it.

“She didn’t? The box is clearly visible on her hand!” Umbridge yelled. She then calmed down, but her face was still red. “I would like to meet you in the evening in my office Ms. Y/L/N.”

Y/N’s face dropped with that as she said, “Yes.”

She cleaned the glitters from her shirt and hair and walked in the class. But she missed the pair of eyes watching her full of sorrow and guilt at the end of the corridor.

*Time Skip*

Y/N exited Umbridge’s office at evening, holding her wrist tightly and hoping the piercing pain to go away from her hand. She walked back to her common room and sat down on a couch. Y/F/N came running to her with a glass of water and asked about the punishment. As Y/N told her about the punishment, she asked her after a while, “So…are you…angry with..them?”

“You think?” Y/N asked sarcastically. “This happened all because of them! Making fun of me was  not fine! I always told you that! Now look what it led to! I am seriously done with them.”

“Well then why did you save them? I mean I’m pretty sure they got into a LOT of detentions before this. They could’ve dealt with this one too.”

“I did it because it’s time these should stop. I’m tired of all these. I saved them so that he would just look at me and stop before thinking about playing pranks on me again. I just wanna see if he really does that.” With these words she left the common room and went in the dorm.

Y/F/N didn’t really bother her with questions after this. She knew that she would get better. Before dinner, she came and asked her to come to dinner. Y/N refused continuously for about five minutes but finally gave in. She quickly changed her uniform to a casual dress and brushed her hair to a ponytail (incase of long hair) / to the back using hairband (incase of short hair).

In the Great Hall, everyone silently ate their dinner. But unlike everyday, Y/N didn’t enjoy the stare from the Weasley that day. She just wanted to leave that place as fast as possible. But little did she realize that he felt horrible. It was because of him that she had to bear the pain. He really wished she didn’t try to save him…but he was also very impressed with how she isn’t whining and complaining about the pain like most girls. Most people…especially the ones who were pranked by him didn’t care about him at all. He was confident enough that some part of her likes him but was still not sure. Because Y/N wasn’t a girl who liked to talk about her feelings much. She did once talk about her feelings…to a guy..and he just used her and threw her away when he became bored.

After the dinner was over everyone started walking back to their houses. Y/N was one of those students who felt sleepy after the heavy food. Suddenly she felt a pull on her hand and she turned to face the Weasley. Her eyes were no longer heavy.

“Hey Y/N, I think there’s something we need to discuss about.” He said.

“No  thanks.” She turned away from him and continued walking towards her common room but Y/F/N stopped her and pulled her to a side. “I think you really need to talk to him about it. You don’t want to talk it to us, so try to talk it with him because…he is involved.”

“I don’t want to. I reaaallly don’t, I’m tired right now. Let me go.” Y/N said.

“Y/N just look at him. He can perfectly hide the guilt he has gone through today just by putting a smile on his lips. He’s miserable! When did you ever see the twins talking seriously about anything? Do you understand how bad he feels that he personally came to you to talk about what happened? C'mon you’re smart Y/N. I think you should go.”

Y/N just kept quiet for a moment and looked back at Fred who was looking for some kind of approval. She sighed and said, “Fiiinnnee. Just..okay..I have a’ve to help me in that. Promise me.”

“What kind of plan?”

“Good one. Trust me. It’s not against any rules of Umbridge too so you don’t have to worry about that.”

“Okay, I don’t trust you about taking decisions at all but fine. I’ll be waiting in the dorm.” And Y/F/N left.

Y/N walked to Fred and asked, “WHat.”

“I know you’re angry at me but…why did you save me?”

“WHy? So that from the next time you stop and think before making fun of me.”

“But everyone loved that. To see us like that.”

“NO Weasley, everyone loved watching me made fun of. And us? What do you mean by ‘us’? It was never us. It was always about you and your twin making fun of me.”

He shot his hands up and said, “Fine I know it happened all because of me. And I don’t feel good about tha–” He got interrupted by his twin, “Hey Gred should I head back?”

“Gred! I mean Fred!! You’re the one!” She furrowed her brows. He just ignored her words.

“Yeah mate. I’ll be in a minute.” The other twin just smirked and yelled back while walking back to the Gryffindor Common House, “Take as long as you like brother. Things like these can’t be enjoyed in a minute!”

Y/N flustered and said, “You have anything other to say or you’re just wasting my time.”

“Yes, I do actually. Have you gone to the hospital wing to heal your injuries?”

“Injuries? It’s not really much..I can handle it on my own.”

“No you can’t.” And with these words he left with Y/N, almost running to the hospital wing, his hands clutching tightly on her wrist. She frowned because of the pain and tried to get out of his grip. And finally Y/N arrived with Fred on the hospital wing and said, “THat hurts!!”

Fred just smirked and said, “Sorry but I think if you can handle the pain while writing down, you can handle the pain from your loved ones.”


He walked and brought back a medical box…Howcome Madam Pomfrey agree to that???? Trusting Fred…one of the biggest prankster with medical stuffs? She’s got bonkers.

“Sit down.” He said. Y/N quietly sat down on a nearby chair, the scars on her hand were still red. Fred knelt down and took one of her hand on his hand. It made her a bit of shy when she realized he looked like he was about to propose her. A little bit of smile tugged on the corner of her lips as her eyes captured Fred’s ones. His eyes looked caring and warm…and loving. He was carefully putting some medicines and wrapping her hand with cloth and some bandages…a bit of smile on his face too, enjoying the comfortable silence and her attention. Fred looked up at her and Y/N snapped out of the trance that she was in and averted her eyes to anywhere in the room, but at him. He just smiled and said, “It’s okay if you look at me. I don’t mind.”

“W-what?” Y/N stuttered, her cheeks flaming red as she looked down to her lap.

“I don’t mind this kind of attention. Your soft gazes are not really easy to recieve.” He smiled as he finished his work.

“Uh..I was just..doesn’t matter, I think we should go, Umbridge will be angry.” She said looking back at his eyes.

“No, it does matter. I..I am really sorry. But why did you save me down there?”

“So that you stop bothering me. Anyways why do you even care?” That came out a bit harsh.

He took both of her hands now. Their eyes met again..but this time with a bit of the caring and love in his eyes. He kissed her knuckles slowly as she felt the soft wet touch and her eyes brightened a bit. His eyes fixed on hers, he said “Because you’re special to me. I care about you.”

Y/N’s gaze now softened, feeling her heart beat fast as she asked, “Why?”

He just smiled that made her smile back and they both looked at each other quietly. Until, Madam Pomfrey interrupted them by clearing her throat. “Are you two done? I think you should head back to your common rooms now. It’s quite late.” She said.

“Yessss.” Fred said getting up and handing her the medical box back. Y/N got up and walked out with him, both avoiding each other’s eyes. She couldn’t handle it any longer and she asked, “You..You didn’t answer me.”

He stopped in front of her and smiled, “You really don’t know?”

She just kept quiet and looked at him. He slowly brushed his hands on her cheeks and got closer. “Because…” He was centimeters away when his hands suddenly went to her hairband and he pulled it out of her hair and said with his old, known mischievous smile, “You’re the only person I can prank all day long!” And with that he ran away. Y/N’s eyes went wide in disbelief. How stupid of me to think we were…were..going to… She huffed in anger and stomped back to her dorm.

*Time Skip*

The following morning was back to how everything was. Except that Y/N knew who it was all this time.


And as always, Y/F/N filled her up with lots of questions and Y/N calmly told her everything that happened that night. Today was different. Y/N was with a smile all along, and a confident one. She wasn’t afraid of Umbridge’s punishment any longer. Her head held high she walked in the Great Hall, looking for Fred quite shamelessly. He was sitting on his usual place, beside his brother. He smiled and winked at her. So nothing’s awkward. *Phew* She just rolled her eyes and walked to her house table.

The rest of day was spent with obvious pranks on her but she, unlike the other days didn’t snap at him. She just smiled and gave him the “You can’t make me angry now” look.

At near afternoon she stood near the Black Lake with Y/F/N, talking and laughing while throwing stones on the lake. When all of a sudden a wind came swooping towards her and a horrifying yell. She jumped in fear and lost her balance.. SPLASH!!! And she was in water.

Her eyes filled with fear and panic, she tried to remain afloat on the river as much as she could. Her hands flew from anywhere to everywhere as she head up from the water, trying her best not to drown. The Weasley twins meanwhile flew down near the lake and laughed at her. Y/F/N was now in absolute stress a she started yelling, “She cannot swim!!”

“Oh really? Nice one but not much effective to make us fall for it.”


“No, we’re not falling for this.” Fred laughed and looked back. The lake was calm, not a trace of the disturbance of the water that just occurred a few minutes ago. “Wait for a while and she’ll just come back up.” George said.

It had been almost 2 minutes. Y/F/N couldn’t handle it anymore.

“You know what?! I’m going in! I’ll atleast try without getting drowned in there!!!” She said as she started going down. The twins now realized that maybe they made a probably….huge mistake. It was two minutes long!!!

Fred’s eyes now started to go wide in fear as he quickly jumped in the water. He swam under the water looking for her when he saw her floating a little far away from him. He quickly got hold of her body and went up gasping for air.

He brought her back to the land and held her cold body close. Y/N was unconscious. Fred’s eyes now were in fear…fear of losing her. Not that she is gonna die or something but that she is gonna hate him for putting her life in danger. Fear of not been forgiven after the Umbridge incident. Every little pranks that he played on her, to bring them closer to each other were falling apart in front of his eyes.

He whispered, “Someone can’t just go away like that. You just can’t leave me hanging like this. There-There’s just a lot of things we have to go through, lots of things are yet to be told. It can’t fall apart again. I-I..You have to..” As he proceeded to pick you up again, to go to the hospital wing, he heard a soft sweet voice.

“I know.”

His eyes shot up at her face. Y/N was smiling.

“Come again?” He said a bit of angered and confused tone. George and Y/F/N were watching from a distance and observing everything, and quite enjoying that.

She sat up and squeezed her hair to get out the water.

“Thanks Y/F/N.” She smiled at her. “That was worth it.” Y/F/N smirked and said.

“You think you’re the only one who can prank?” Y/N said flicking back her hair.

His eyes glaring in disbelief, he sat down properly, “You ALMOST had me!!!”

“Hah! NOt almost! I DID have you.”

“No-Not at all.”

“Sure. But I would have seriously failed in that if you were a bit more late..I mean it was hard for 2 minutes. I needed to breathe again.” She said laughing

Y/N looked at him–both quiet– with the same old stare they shared last night, a smile tugging on their lips. With that she knelt closer to him. Her hands cupped his jaw, she closed her eyes and kissed him…his eyes closed with the touch and then he immediately held her waist, pulling her closer. Although their body was cold, their lips were warm, soft and synced perfectly…like fireworks were bursting inside of them..every moment felt like an eternity. She pulled back and looked at him.

“So?” He asked.

“So what?”

“What was THAT for?”

Y/N just grinned and said, “You really don’t know?”


harrypxttahs  asked:

your writing is amazing!! i was wondering if you could do a fic where harry and draco are forced to share a dorm in 8th year at hogwarts and draco is really reserved and rude and closed off towards everyone but slowly opens up to harry?

ahh yes i love eighth year drarry so much. Also, thank you!!

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All the eighth years were waiting in anticipation to find out who they would be sharing a dorm with. They had to set things up differently for them, and it was all so new and exciting, almost like being in first year all over again.

McGonagall took them to their dorm area and started reading off the pairs.

She had gotten about halfway through the list when she finally said Harry’s name.

“Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy.”

Harry stared at her incredulously. Seriously? Malfoy? She, of all people, would know that he is the last person that should be rooming with Malfoy. But she didn’t even give Harry a second glance, and just continued reading off the list.

Harry begrudgingly walked up into the room that had his and Draco’s name on the door. Malfoy was already in there with all of his things set up when he arrived.

Harry awkwardly shuffled into the room and cleared his throat, and Draco turned to look at him.

“I won’t bother you,” Draco stated, well aware of Harry’s dislike towards the situation.

Harry looked at him, surprised.


“I know you don’t want to share a room with me. I was just telling you that I won’t bother you. I pretty much keep to myself now.”

“Oh…okay,” Harry said, not sure of how to respond.

Draco stayed true to his word, though, and never bothered, or even talked to Harry. Harry couldn’t believe that it was the same person he knew a few months ago. He was actually kind of worried about him.

“Are you okay?” He asked one day.

Draco eyed him suspiciously.

“I’m fine,” he lied.

Harry knew he wasn’t telling the truth, but thought it would be best not to push it.

“Well, if you ever, you know, need to talk to someone, I’m always here. I’ll, uh, see you in class,” Harry said and then quickly walked out the door to go to potions.

Draco was slightly in shock at the conversation they just had. He didn’t expect anyone in this school to care about him, especially not Potter. He tried not to think about it, though, and hurried to get ready for class.

Draco was the last one to arrive to potions, and saw that there was only one seat left, next to Potter and Weasley. He sat down by Harry and hoped that they wouldn’t say anything. Of course, though, things never seemed to work out for Draco anymore.

“What are you doing?” Ron asked harshly, leaning across Harry’s desk to talk to Draco.

Draco took a deep breath and turned his head to look at Ron with narrowed eyes.

“Sitting,” he said flatly.

“Well why are you sitting by us?”

“In case you failed to notice, Weasley, this is the only seat available.”

“Well we don’t want you here, Malfoy. But I guess no one would want to be by you ever since daddy was outed as You-Know-Who’s little servant.”

Draco clenched his jaw, trying to contain his anger.

“Ron, stop,” Harry said, just wanting Ron to leave Draco alone.

“No, Harry. He deserves this. So, Malfoy, how is your father these days? Has he got a nice cell in Azkaban?”

At that, Draco jumped up and swung a fist at Ron, not even bothering to grab his wand. He hit him in the jaw, and Ron was quickly out of his seat and had his wand in hand. Harry quickly got out of chair as he saw Draco about to throw another punch, and Ron about to hex him. He grabbed Draco from behind and pulled him away so Ron was out of his reach.

“That’s enough,” Harry ordered. “Ron, put your wand away.”

Ron looked annoyed, but did as Harry asked.

Draco continued to struggle in Harry’s arms, still wanting a go at Ron.

“Knock it off,” he said to Draco, pulling him even farther away from Ron.

“Let me go, Potter!” Draco fumed.

“No, hey, you need to calm down,” Harry told him softly, now slightly concerned, as Draco just seemed to be getting angrier.

“No! What I need to do is kick his arse!”

Ron snorted.

“Like you even could, Malfoy.”

“Ron! Stop antagonizing him,” Harry practically begged, fighting to keep Draco from breaking out of his grip.

At that moment, Slughorn walked into the classroom and took in the scene.

“Um, Draco isn’t feeling good, Professor. I was just taking him to the hospital wing.”

Slughorn just nodded and Harry hurried Draco out of the room and up to their dorm.

When they got there, Harry closed the door behind them and turned to Draco with a disapproving look.

“What was that?”

“He deserved it!” Draco defended.

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Yes, he probably did. But you can’t just do that, Draco!”

“And since when are you the boss of me, Potter? And since when are we on a first name basis?”

Harry looked at him.

“Since you apparently need someone to monitor your actions, and since we started sharing a room,” Harry answered both questions, matter-of-factly.

“I don’t need you to monitor my actions!” Draco bellowed.

“Really? Because if I wouldn’t have stopped you, you probably would have been expelled.”

Draco plopped down on the closest bed, which happened to be Harry’s, with a huff and crossed his arms over his chest.

Harry walked over to him and Draco gave him the dirtiest look he could muster. As he noticed that the look on Harry’s face was one of concern, though, his glare faltered.

“I-I’m sorry!” He blurted out, and tears began to fall from his eyes.

Harry looked at him, shocked, and quickly knelt down in front of him.

“It’s okay. I understand that you were angry, but you have to try to refrain from acting on that anger like that,” Harry consoled.

Draco shook his head.

“He was right, Potter! What he said about my father. And me. People don’t want to be around me anymore. No one likes me. I don’t blame them. Who would want to be friends with someone like me?” Draco sobbed.

“I would,” Harry said softly.

Draco looked at him with watery, grey eyes.


“I always have, to some extent. But the way you acted when we were younger prevented me from doing so.”

Draco’s crying began to let up.

“I’m sorry for that, too,” he said quietly.

Harry smiled at him.

“It’s okay, Draco.”

Harry then leaned forward to wrap his arms around Draco, giving him a tight hug. Draco stiffened at the contact at first, but then relaxed into it, and rested his head on Harry’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Draco whispered.

“Anytime,” Harry said cheerily, releasing Draco and pulling away. “You know, despite my previous feelings, I’m really happy that we’re rooming together. I have a feeling that things will be really good between us now.”

Draco smiled at him.

“Me too…Harry.”

short Wolfstar fic for @symone-dreamer‘s birthday! happy birthday!

“James,” Lily said in a tired voice. “Walk me to my dorm?” She asked, raising from her seat and extending her hand to him after covering a yawn. James started to stand.

“Oh, come on, Evans.” Sirius scoffed. “Your dorm is just up those stairs. Peter already left us to get some well-needed beauty rest, and Prongs and I are waiting for Moony to get back. Walk yourself.” He said, looking up at them from his spot near the empty common room’s large window.

James shot Sirius a look behind Lily’s back.

Sirius returned a questioning look to him.

“Maybe,” James said in a hinting voice. “You can stay up and wait for Moony.” He said, adding a fake tired stretch. “I’m thinking about calling it a night…”

“Oh!” Finally catching on, Sirius played along. “Yeah! No, totally.” He said, casually shrugging and running a hand through his long dark hair. “See you tomorrow then!” He added, winking and holding two thumbs up at James when Lily turned her back to leave. James tried hard to push away a large grin, silencing a laugh, and nodded in response, following Lily up the stairs and disappearing.

Sirius sighed, leaning back into his spot on the large windowsill, and shook his head, laughing. After reading a few more chapters of his favorite book, he heard the portrait of the Fat Lady swing open.

“Three tries, that took, opening this damn portrait.” Remus said, painfully climbing into the Gryffindor common room. “I keep forgetting that it’s been changed since Christmas.”

Sirius hurried over to help steady Remus, who was limping towards the couch. He let out a laugh. “You of all people should remember the password changing to ‘Lycanthropy.’

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anonymous asked:

I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED THIS OMF- sorry an au where draco is this rich kid and harrys a sort of nerd and then theyve known eachother since they were little and they grow up with each other and YEAH

It started when Draco was five – or almost anyway. Across the street the Potter’s moved in. Their house was nice, but it was nowhere near being the Malfoy Manor. They had a boy the same age. His name was Harry. Terrible name for a kid if you asked Lucius. But nevertheless, Draco had to learn about something called “networking” (he still had yet to learn what that even was, but he would do as he was told) so he intended to meet Harry Potter once they’d settled in.

Then they were settled in, and Draco didn’t go introduce himself. Not because he was nervous or anything! That would be absurd. But as it turned out he didn’t have to go to him, because it was incredibly simple to summon Harry. The boy was a nerd, tried and true to the definition.

One hot and sunny afternoon, Draco was planted under the nice shade of the big elm tree in the front yard reading (to the best of his ability) a book about superheroes – yet not fully understanding why they were super or heroes, they seemed to break more than they fixed.

“Is that an Avengers comic?” a squeaky voice suddenly asked. And when Draco looked up from the book, there was a mess of black hair and some round framed dorky glasses staring at him.

“I guess so. I don’t see how they’re Avenging anything though, that would mean something bad already happened, and if they were there to stop it then it didn’t happen and it’s just dumb.”

That was a mistake though, because it set Harry on whirlwind of explanations about superheroes that Draco wasn’t aware he signed up for.

They became friends (for a lack of a better term) after that. Which really consisted of Harry talking endlessly about whatever book series or movies or whatever that he was into and had read in about 13 hours and then looked up extras about and possibly written essays on the themes and crap. At least that’s how Draco saw it.

By their teens Draco was on a bunch of sports teams and invited to every party, and no matter how hard he tried (which he’d never admit out-loud, but it wasn’t very hard) he couldn’t shake off the nerd Harry Potter. He’d grown used to the ramblings about Tris and Four, and OTP’s and whatever an AU was. He actually enjoyed skipping parties (sometimes, depending who was throwing them) to settle into some vintage beanbag chairs to play Mortal Kombat and Grand Theft Auto with Harry on a Saturday night.

Their little façade broke one night, “How long am I going to be your dirty little secret, Draco?”

Draco turned to see Harry’s distraught face, “What do you mean?”

“I know you didn’t tell Tom you weren’t going to his party because you were hanging out with me.” Which sadly was true, Draco had said he had to go see his aunt with his mother out of town, “I’ve been there you know, through all of this, for twelve years now.” He got a little angrier the more he went on, “I’m the only friend who’s stuck beside you. I’ve never used you for anything and I’d never abandon you when you needed me.” He crossed his arms, throwing the controller away, “So why am I the one who’s shoved out of sight when the ‘cool kids’ want you?”

“Because.” Draco sighed, he knew this conversation would come, and he’d prepared, “Because I know all of that. Because I know that I can make things up to you. Because I know you’ll be there and you know that if it was important I’d be there for you. Because we’ve been close since forever, and I know it seems like I take you for granted, but I really do appreciate you.”

Harry scoffed, “Yeah sure. Because I feel so important.”

Draco made an angry noise as he started to pace, “You don’t know everything Harry, okay? You think you do, but you don’t!”

Harry got to his feet, “Then what don’t I know Draco!? That your father pressures you? That you struggle to do what he wants because it’s not what you want? That your aunt is in jail? What don’t I know-”

“I’m in love with you!” Draco burst and then clapped a hand over his mouth.

Harry’s throat choked on words, “What-”

“That- I didn’t- Oh my God.”

Harry just stared at Draco, “You- you are?”

“Shit.” And Draco turned to run out of the room and never talk to Harry again.

“Good!” and Draco froze, “because then I guess I don’t have to explain why I’ve stuck around so long…”

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I enjoyed writing this. Thank you.


Bang, bang.

“Come on, open up!”

A loud clatter and clinking came from outside of Draco’s dorm room. He sighed and rolled over from his bed, rubbing at his neck as he opened the door just a crack.

“What do you want?” He grumbled, half asleep and still a bit tipsy from the eighth year party. All the students who decided to stay for the holidays had a small rager in the common room. After awhile, though, Draco decided to head back to his room. He got a bit tired of watching Potter spill his drinks over every person he could get his hands on. The Boy Who Lived (Twice) also happened to be The Boy Who Flirts When Drunk.

“Why did you leave?” Harry whined, trying to force his way past Draco.

“Because I was tired, Potter,” Draco stood his ground and used the door as a barricade. “Any more questions?”

Harry continued to push, his feet sliding out behind him and knocking into empty bottles strewn around by other drunk students. He quickly regained his footing and tried to push at the door again.

“Merlin, Potter, you’re a mess when you’re drunk.” Draco raised an eyebrow, trying to hold back a snort.

“Well, if you would just let me in- Oof!” Draco let go of the door, making Harry tumble out onto his floor.

“You were saying?” Draco smirked and closed the door behind him.

Harry grunted as he picked himself up. “Ha! Jokes on you. Now I’m in the room.”

Draco rolled his eyes, “Whatever, Potter. What do you need.”

“I thought we could bring the party in here! I brought-” Harry gestured to his empty hand, “Oh, bugger. Where’d the firewhiskey go?”

Draco bit his lip to keep from laughing. “You’re an interesting one, Potter. Come on, time to go.”


“Please. I’m tired. The party’s over, Potter.”

“Well, we could just hang out. That’s okay, right?”

Draco shook his head, “Just because we study together in the library once in awhile-”

“And practice quidditch! And sometimes eat together and-” Harry started to count on his fingers.

“Okay, okay.” Draco waved his hands around, motioning him to shut up. “Okay! Potter, again, I’m tired. We can ‘hang out’ tomorrow.”

Draco turned around for the door.

“Wait.” Harry grabbed Draco by the arm. He looked at him pleadingly before hanging his head.

“Please talk to me.” He whispered. His voice was strained.

“… Potter?” Draco turned back to him, using the moment to be slightly closer than usual.

“I’m sorry, it’s just… I didn’t want to go to the Weasley’s just ‘cause I figured I’d give Hermione and Ron some space. And the whole break-up with Ginny plus they’re still mourning and I just… I didn’t want to be in their way, but… Merlin, I’m so fucking alone and I feel like something bad is going to happen.” Harry tightened his grip on Draco’s arm, looking at the ground.

“You… You think you-know-wh-?” Draco said slowly.

“No! I just-” Harry took back his hand and rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses to his forehead. “Nevermind. I’ll go. Sorry. I’ll go.”

He brushed past Draco, reaching for the door.

“You feel like it’ll never stay okay anymore.”

Harry stopped, turning to look at Draco’s back.

“That all the bad will come and ruin it all again… Before we’ve even had a chance to recover.”

Draco turned around. They stared for a moment, fully understanding each other for the first time.

“Do…” Draco broke the silence, “Do you ever wish we could go back? Be friends instead of enemies.”

Harry gulped. He nodded, “Do you?”

Draco nodded as well.

“Every day.” He breathed.

Harry walked towards him, “But we’re friends now.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “Are we?”

He shrugged, “We’re something.”

Draco chuckled softly.


Harry grabbed Draco’s arm again as they looked at each other. His lips curved up as he stretched and planted them onto Draco’s. Arms slowly wrapped around his waist. Their mouths opened for the other, tenderly kissing as if this moment would be the only one they could have. Like all the bad would come bursting through the door and pull them apart.

“Harry,” Draco whispered against his lips, “You taste like firewhiskey.”

He smiled and slid his arms around the slytherins neck, “Is that a good or bad thing?”

Draco laughed gently, “Good.”

They stayed there, wrapped around each other. Harry’s head rested on Draco’s chest.



“I want to be something with you.”

“You sure you’re not too drunk, Potter?”

“Drunk and lonely are dangerous, Malfoy. Drunk and something are completely different.”Harry huffed.

“I hope you realize how you sound right now.”

“I hope you realize you understand what I mean.”

Draco grinned into Harry’s nest of hair. He did understand. He always felt he did, even when they hated each other.

Draco reached up to grab Harry’s hand.

“Fine. Let’s be something.”

Four Word Prompts

anonymous asked:

Hello! Erm this might not be what youre into (in which case feel free to ignore) but could you maybe write a jily one where james is being all overprotective of his baby boy because yeah Harry is a boy but he's so beautiful and dainty and fiery and James can see those other boys checking out his baby- especially one Draco Malfoy? Meanwhile Lily is all like locate your chill. Thanks so much!

“I’m going to punch that little shit,” James Potter declared, scowling out the window as his son walked up the driveway. 

“Oh for the love of God, James,” Lily said, rolling her eyes. “You need to stop obsessing. Harry is fifteen now. I bet you remember what you were like at fifteen. From what I remember you were snogging Dorcas Meadows and helping turn her off blokes for the rest of her life.”

James barked out a laugh at the old memory before schooling his expression. “That’s not the point. Our son should not be leered at like a piece of meat and especially not by a Malfoy!” 

“You do realize that’s your best friend’s nephew, right?” Lily reminded him, trying to tug James away from the window.

“That’s a good point,” James said, scratching at his stubble. “I should have Sirius talk with his nephew. Tell him to keep his eyes off my son.”

Lily groaned and walked away. “I’m not getting involved in this!” she called out as she went into the kitchen to start preparing dinner.


The next day, Sirius, Remus and James were all huddled in the bushes outside the Potter’s house. “What exactly are we doing again?” Remus whispered, moving a stick that had nearly gone up his bum. 

“We’re going to scare the shit out of my nephew,” Sirius reminded him with an impatient look. 

“Right…” Remus said, his brow furrowing. “Because…?”

“He’s been ogling Harry recently, according to James, and Prongs doesn’t like it,” Sirius explained to his significant other.

James nodded in solidarity. “Here they come now!” he said, slapping Sirius on the arm excitedly.

Harry and Draco were holding hands as they walked down the street together. They stopped in Harry’s driveway and turned towards each other. Draco grinned at Harry and  leaned in a bit. “Draco!” Harry said, a blush creeping up his neck. “My dad is usually watching from the window.”

“Well he’s going to learn about us at some point,” Draco reasoned, tugging Harry closer. 

“Not like this though!” Harry said, giggling quietly. 

“Come on, Potter, since when have you been such a scaredy cat?” Draco teased, ghosting his lips over Harry’s. 

Harry groaned softly and kissed Draco. “My dad will lose his mind if he sees us kissing,” he murmured against Draco’s lips. 

In the bushes, James Potter leapt to his feet, small leaves dropping from his messy hair. “How dare you!” he shouted dramatically.

Harry and Draco jumped apart, both looking a bit guilty. “Oh good, it’s already started,” Harry said sarcastically.

Sirius and Remus exchanged a look and then got to their feet as well but with a lot less dramatic flair. “Hi nephew,” Sirius said, giving him a little wave.”

“Hi uncle Sirius,” Draco responded, looking a bit sheepish. 

“Oh good, he brought an audience,” Harry grumbled, burying his face in his hands.

Sirius walked over and put his arm around Draco’s shoulders. “Nephew, I’m very disappointed in you.” He then leaned down and whispered, “I’m so proud of you.”

“Well, Harry?” James said, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think you have some explaining to do.”

The front door of the house opened up and Lily appeared. “Harry, you don’t have to answer your ridiculous father.”

Harry lowered his hands and breathed a sigh of relief. “Thanks mum.”

“Draco, honey, would you like to come in for supper?” Lily offered, smiling kindly at him. “I’d be happy to call your mother and ask.” 

Draco took a moment to look around at the adults he’d been subjected to for the evening and shook his head. “Maybe some other time, Mrs. Potter.”

Lily nodded in understanding. “You’ll have to come over soon though.”

“Definitely,” Draco said, looking as if he’d just dodged a bullet. 

“The rest of you come inside and stop acting like children,” Lily ordered, giving Remus a particular glare as if he was better than this. 

Remus, Sirius and James all went into the house, thoroughly chastised. Harry went over and gave Draco a quick kiss goodbye. “Sorry my family is a bunch of nutters, especially my dad.”

“He’s not so bad,” Draco murmured, running his fingers through Harry’s unkempt hair. “He made you after all.”

Harry ducked his head and smiled. “You’re not going soft on me, are you Malfoy?” 

“Maybe a bit,” Draco admitted, going in for another kiss. Some cleared their throat from the doorway and Draco and Harry looked up to find James standing there looking unhappy. “I’ll call you tonight.”

“Bye,” Harry said, giving him a little wave. Harry walked into the house and shook his head at James. “God, dad, you are so embarrassing.” 

“I’m supposed to be embarrassing,” James called out to Harry as he made his way upstairs to his room. “That’s my job as your father!” 

This is called What A Sketch

[its a really crappy title I’m sorry]

In all their classes, every day, for six years, Harry saw Draco Malfoy drawing. He never got a glimpse, and nobody else noticed him doing it. Of all things, only Harry would catch this.

And Harry was burning with curiosity. He wondered and ached to know what was in Malfoy’s sketchbook. What could possibly be so fascinating that Draco Malfoy wanted to draw it? Every time Harry saw Draco pull out his sketchbook, his heart leapt, and he didn’t know why. Every once in awhile, Draco would look up and catch Harry staring at him, so Harry would duck his head in embarrassment. He never noticed the blush that spread across the blond’s pale cheeks.

And so, the days went by, the weeks, the months. It wasn’t until sixth year Harry formed a plan. He was bound and determined to find out what Malfoy was drawing–probably plans for the Death Eaters to break in. But Harry didn’t actually believe that, he was trying to rationalize why he cared about the stupid sketches, instead of simply admitting the truth–he had a crush on Draco freaking Malfoy.

In potions one day, when Draco went to fetch ingredients from the cupboard, Harry slid his notebook off of the lab table and into his own satchel, looking around the room with feigned boredom. He nearly panicked when Draco got back, but the blond didn’t seem to notice that anything was wrong.

Harry skipped dinner that evening, pulling the book out of his bag and opening it to the first page. What he saw made him gasp; he was so shocked he nearly dropped it. It was a beautiful sketch of himself. What on earth possessed Malfoy to draw him? Of all things? But then, Harry turned the page, and the next one. He flipped through the entire book, and realized that he was the only thing Malfoy drew. Did that mean that Draco Malfoy liked him back?

Harry decided to write him a letter.


I was pleased when I saw your art. It’s absolutely breathtaking. Does anyone know about this?


Anon. }

Harry attached the newest piece of artwork to the letter and sent it with Hedwig.

Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was in his dormitory panicking. Pansy was trying to reassure him, but then he told her exactly what was in the sketchbook. “It was all of my artwork of HIM, Pans. All of it, since first year.”

And then a snowy owl flew in through the door and dropped a letter on Draco’s head before swooping out again.

“Did that bird look familiar?” Pansy asked. Draco was already reading the letter.

“Merlin, they still have it. What am I going to do? Whoever has this book is going to tell him, and I will be humiliated for the rest of my life, Pansy.”

“Relax, Draco.”

“They sent one of the sketches back. It’s the newest one, and I daresay the best. Pansy, my life is over.”

The next day, in potions, Harry sat down at his and Malfoy’s desk feeling slightly awed, and slightly nervous. “Oi, Malfoy.”

“Not now, I’m busy.”

Draco seemed to be comparing a letter to something. Harry realized he was trying to figure out who had his sketchbook. When he wasn’t looking, Harry slid the book onto the desk in front of the panicked blond.

“Potter, did you see who set this here?”

“No, what is it?” Harry reached toward it but Malfoy snatched it away.


Slughorn had them taking notes that day, and Harry actually paid close attention for once. So did Draco, to everyone’s handwriting. He glanced at Harry’s notes. “You’re actually writing something down for once?”

“Yep,” Harry said, popping the ‘p’.

Then he heard it. “Merlin’s ballsack…”

“Problem, Draco?”

“Um… Harry…”


“Did you…?”

“Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at dinner, yeah?” Harry asked as the bell rang. He didn’t wait for a response before heading out of the room.

Harry was perched on the railing of the balcony, staring down at the ground, when he heard Draco’s footsteps along with somebody else’s.

“See Dray, I told you he’s not going to pummel you. Hi Harry. Bye Harry.”

“Bye, Pansy.” He turned in time to watch her walk away, but Draco still looked like he wanted to flee. “I was really curious. For six years you’ve carried around that sketchbook. For six long years, I wanted to know so bad what you were drawing. And now that I do… Draco, I was really surprised… You don’t understand. I was spending so much time trying to convince myself you were bad… Because I didn’t want to admit that I had feelings for you that weren’t going to ever be reciprocated. And then I saw the sketches. You don’t understand.”

“I… What do you mean, feelings for me?”

“I’m kind of in love with you.”

“You are…?” Draco asked, stepping further into the room.

Harry hopped off of the railing, and saw Draco visibly relax. He grinned. “And I think you at least like me, too. Right?”

“At least…” Draco muttered.

“So can I kiss you?” Harry asked.

“Be my guest,” Draco mumbled while Harry moved closer. The brunet pulled the slightly shorter boy to him, kissing him gently. He felt Draco shudder. “You literally make my knees weak,” the blond admitted sheepishly.

Harry sighed, pulling Draco’s mouth back to his. “I fucking love you.”

The Slytherin Prince laughed, knotting his fingers in the Golden Boy’s hair. “I fucking love you too.”

Ok but let’s imagine a gender-non-conforming!Draco Drarry AU

Because I can picture, after the war finally being over, Draco needing some time to sit and think about everything without all the stress. He realizes what exactly came from fitting the mold his father wanted, trying to meet exact expectations without regard of what he truly wants.

So he decides, because of all that and the remaining guilt that nags him from his left arm, he needs to reinvent himself. Or rather, discover himself for the first time, really. And he has no limits. If he wants to try something, he does. No prejudices holding him back, if he likes it, he adopts it; if he doesn’t, he discards it.

Then all the seventh years during the war are invited back to Hogwarts, and Draco thinks, what better way to feel as though he has a fresh start? So he attends.

He struts into the dining hall first day to see the sorting hat calling out houses for beaming, nervous eleven year olds and thunderous applause from their new house members. He doesn’t notice Harry Potter staring in shock from across the room, his eyes trailing him as he gracefully seats himself at the unfortunately sparse Slytherin table.

He does however, notice how quiet the room seems as any new student gets assigned Slytherin, their faces trembling with fear and shoulders hunching with the weight of the judgment that echoes throughout the room in silence.

So Draco stands in his five inch heels, absolutely towering over everyone, including the professors, and cheers. He applauds so hard he’s sure his delicate hands will bruise, but he raises a fuss to make up for the entire room with every new Slytherin. The little ones ease up, a small smile lifting their features.

Another child is assigned Slytherin, and Draco realizes he and his small table are not alone in shouting this time. He seeks out the voice yelling encouragements at a level to rival his own, and meets the sparkling green eyes of none other than Harry Potter.

Soon Harry has lead the entire Gryffindor table to cheering as well, and then of course the rest follow their lead. Draco continues clapping, something strange filling his stomach, akin to perhaps actual pride.

Draco enjoys his eighth year. He finds himself abandoning his uniform frequently, when he doesn’t feel like wearing pants, and accessorizes abundantly, and with glee. He has a long, sheer green scarf that pairs marvelously with his robe, and a magnificent shade of lip gloss to match his shimmering, silver heels.

The incidents like in the hall multiply, with Harry Potter being involved in every one. He starts to realize his role in Slytherin house as it’s sort of protector, attempting to restore its pride; but he also notices that every time he has to stand up to a stray Ravenclaw or Gryffindor making snide remarks or throwing casual hexes, Harry Potter is right there behind him, making sure that if they do not listen to Draco, they will face the consequences from the savior of the wizarding world. He finds he quite likes this arrangement, not only because Potter seems to be letting him play the hero when he had every right to do quite the opposite, but also because he has come to greatly enjoy the pleased look in Potter’s eye when he sees him protect a crying, eleven year old Slytherin.

Draco finds himself being obsessed anew with Harry, so reminiscent of the old days, but entirely unfamiliar at the same time. He realizes he’s staring at Harry in classes, when it dawns on him that Harry is staring back; and not just staring back, but asking him questions with his eyes, and….doing something else with them, that makes Draco feel kind of oddly warm. He notices that Harry stares particularly hard on the days he wears more makeup, or stands over a head taller than him in his designer pumps.

So he tests this out. He wears even more makeup, his eyes outlined with a smokey grey charcoal most days now, and chooses his short dresses to show off his smooth calves. Harry doesn’t take his eyes off of him, and Draco finds himself immensely satisfied. He sometimes will find Harry’s gaze during dinner and purposefully drag his tongue across his Gryffindor-red lips after a bite, in complete wonderment at the slight flush that spreads over Harry’s features.

It doesn’t take Draco long to get bored of this game when it occurs to him what exactly all this could mean. He follows Harry one day as he’s fleeing his rampaging fans, and ducks into a corridor after him.

A wave of nostalgia washes over him as he calls out a greeting to Harry, who’s leaning over the sink, catching his breath.


Harry startles so hard he jumps and spins to face Draco, a hand coming to rest on his chest.

“Malfoy.” He breathes with relief. “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m so glad to see that its you, even if you practically gave me a heart attack.”

Draco smirks and crosses his arms. “Well color me surprised; I do believe its the first time all year you haven’t noticed me.”

Harry’s face darkens so much that Draco wants to laugh. “Ah, well, you, uh, you…you noticed?” He sputters awkwardly, his hand coming up to ruffle his already messy black hair on the back of his head.

Draco does laugh now. “Of course I did, Potter. Don’t tell me you didn’t intend for me to notice, given how intently you stare at me and are prone to following me around hallways?”

Harry looks down at his shoes in embarrassment.

Draco raises his eyebrow and continues. “What’s not so clear, is precisely why. Old habit?”

Harry’s head snaps up. “No, no no no! Its not like it was before, I know you’re not up to anything!” He waves his hands frantically. “Literally the opposite, actually! I just noticed that you’re making an effort to do better and I was really impressed and also when you first came in you looked so different, and I was shocked and also a little bit curious…so I wanted to figure you out. Not in a bad way! I just mean-ah…” Harry takes a breath to interrupt his babbling.

Draco picks up for him. “You wanted to understand why I started wearing ‘girls’ clothing?”

Harry shakes his head. “Well, I mean, you look so good that I don’t think there’s really a need for you to explain that but I was just wondering why you seemed to not care what anyone thinks anymore and I know your dad probably disapproves so I couldn’t believe you’d actually go against his wishes and-”

Draco puts a manicured hand over Harry’s mouth to stop him before he went on another rambling tangent.

“You think I look good?” He grins like the cat who got the cream.

Harry, whose mouth is still trapped behind Draco’s hand, starts to shake his head no, before he stops and nods, looking up at Draco.

“That’s fortunate.” Draco informs him. Draco lifts his hand and trails his eyes to Harry’s lips, moving minutely closer so their noses are nearly touching, angling his head the slightest bit as Harry’s heart races and wonders if he might faint.

“Because,” Draco whispers as their breaths meet, “I think I look good too.”

Harry’s half-lidded eyes pop back open as he hears a teasing chuckle in his ear, only to see Draco smoothly gliding from the room, his floaty cape drifting behind him as his heels clack down the hall.

Harry’s knees give out as he catches himself on the sink for support. He swallows thickly. “Well, shit.”

Drarry birthday fluff

(A little late to the Draco birthday party, do forgive me!) Also this is dedicated to julietsemophase as a late birthday gift!

The graduation was set for June 4th. Hogwarts typically didn’t have a graduation celebration, in the traditional sense, but Harry’s eighth year was different. They did have two (incomplete) classes graduating, but that wasn’t it. The whole year had been about a celebration of life, achievement, accomplishment, rebuilding. The houses had come together in a way like none before, led by the eighth years who were forced to mingle when McGonagall deemed it a good idea to sequester them in their own dorms, away from their younger housemates.

Harry had dreaded the idea at first at first, but it ended up being one of the best things - if not the best thing - that had ever happened to him. He was hero worshipped by much of the school (“treated like the hero he was,” Hermione chided, every time he complained) by all but one group - the remaining eighth year Slytherins, led of course by Draco Malfoy. Harry was surprised by how many of them came back when re-enrollment wasn’t required - but they all did. Well, all of them except Crabbe, of course.

Malfoy looked weird with only one henchman around him, oddly asymmetrical, and Harry, without realizing it, took it upon himself to fill the gap. With Hermione and Ron snogging at every chance they got, he needed an escape. So he picked fights with Malfoy, and allowed Malfoy to pick fights with him, would continue until late at night with Blaise and Pansy looking on amused, waiting to see if one of them will crack. 

They never do, and it’s the most fun Harry can remember having in years. 

With graduation close, he’s a bit unsure of how the future is going to go. Of course he’ll go into Auror training, and Draco’s family name isn’t so far down the gutter that Draco couldn’t get a good job, and will be starting his Gringotts training around the same time. 

So, yeah, maybe they’ll run into each other, and maybe they won’t, and maybe Harry will be okay with the uncertainty.

(He knows he won’t be okay with the uncertainty. He needs to figure out how to keep Draco Malfoy in his life, but he doesn’t want to be the one to make it awkward by bringing it up.) 

His answer comes when McGonagall announces the day of the graduation ceremony. June 4th means nothing to him, until, it does. He convinces the headmistress to let the eighth years have a party to celebrate. McGonagall agrees, stipulating that the party is to end precisely at midnight. That’s obviously not sufficient for Harry’s purposes, though, so he wheedles until she agrees to 1 a.m. 

Harry announces the party as a graduation party, for the eighth years. Draco seems a little down when he asks if that’s all the party is celebrating, and Harry plays dumb when he tells Draco of course that’s what the party is celebrating. Just surviving Hogwarts is accomplishment enough. 

The party goes swimmingly, exactly as Hermione planned. (As soon as she heard Harry was throwing a party, she insisted on taking over. Thank Merlin.) 

Everyone somehow manages to get exactly the right level of drunk, not wanting to misremember this night. The party gets a little raucous when Dean and Seamus start making out in front of everyone, but no one cares that it’s two guys making out, which calms Harry down more than it should. 

At five to midnight, Draco’s got Harry cornered. Well, it’s a very comfortable corner, in that Harry is sitting regularly on a couch and Draco is sideways next to him, his legs comfortably resting over Harry’s lap. That they’re partially entwined feels right, and Harry doesn’t want the moment to end. 

Of course, Draco has to ruin the comfortable silence by speaking. “Potter, are you sure nothing else inspired you to throw this party?” 

“Of course not, Draco,” Harry sighs, but he knows there’s a twinkle in his eye, his tell, that of course Draco can understand because somehow over the course of the past nine months they’ve completely fallen into step with each other, to the point where Harry can discern Draco’s thoughts just from a glance. 

Harry knows he’s been lying this whole time when Draco’s eyes light up. “So… what’d ya get me?”

“Get you?” Harry asks, still playing dumb.

“Oh come off it, Potter,” at which point Harry leans forward to poke Draco on the side, using the negative reinforcement technique he perfected a few months ago when he decided first names were the right way to go. “Oh come off it, Harry,” because again, they know each other that well by now, “we’re leaving the castle tomorrow forever and you’re going to miss me.”

“I am?” Harry laughs, though, trying to hide how scared he is that his gambit won’t work, that he actually won’t be around Draco all of the time anymore. 

“Of course you are, Harry, our story has been quite epic, you know. The very least of which could be represented by a gift for one’s -”

“Birthday?” Harry cuts in at the last moment, making sure Draco knows he didn’t actually forget, didn’t actually need to be reminded. 

A moment later, the grandfather clock that Harry ordered into the Room for this express purpose begins to chime, announcing the change of the day. He pulls out a small box he’s been carrying around in his pocket all night, presents it to Draco. 

“You get me jewelry, Potter? I know I’m prettier than you, but that doesn’t me you can go around offering me jewelry like some girl.”

“Open the box, Draco.” 

Once Draco takes the box out of Harry’s hand, Harry has to look up. He knows what’s in the box and needs to know how Draco reacts. 

“It’s a … key? What’s this for, Harry?” 

“Grimmauld Place,” Harry answers, not sure how to continue. Luckily, Draco appears to have a follow up. 

“Why would you give me a key? You can just set the wards to allow me to Apparate in for when I come visit.” 

Oh. Good. Draco was planning to come visit, But that’s not why Harry gave it to him.

“Well, I don’t really want you to visit,” Harry starts, gathering his nerves. 

Draco deflates, though, on those words. Damn phrasing! He hastens to continue. 

“Draco! That’s not what I meant. Calm down. I mean, I don’t want you to visit, because I want you to leave there.”

“If I move into your house, where are you going to live?”

“There. At Grimmauld Place. With you. Draco, will you move in with me?” 

That wasn’t so hard. Right?

“As roommates?” 

Shit. That was actually what Harry was offering, but the minute the word came out of Draco’s mouth, it immediately felt wrong. 

Harry stammers. He has no idea how to respond. 

Luckily, Draco seems to be on the ball again. “How about you answer that question after I take the birthday present I expected you to give me?” Draco asks, but he’s smiling now. 

“Oh, and what was that?” Harry’s smiling, too. 

All of a sudden, Draco leans in, kisses Harry. It’s wonderful, everything he ever wanted without realizing. Too soon, Draco pulls back. “So… roommates?” 

“Absolutely not.” Harry speaks without thinking, but it’s the right thing to say. “But yes, you should definitely move in with me.” 


“Yes. Of course. Happy birthday, Draco.” 

Draco x Harry Smut

**forgive me lord for I have sinned**

I am officially a ninja, I wrote this next to my mum.

Summary: It is the sixth year at Hogwarts and Draco is falling behind in potions. Harry has been given the role of his potions tutor. Their darkest secrets are revealed and smut ensues.

“You are falling dangerously behind in your work, Draco.” Slughorn stated, gently tapping his wand against the desk. “I will be unable to help you catch up in lessons so I have no other option but to assign you a potions tutor.”

Draco sighed and slumped further in his seat. “And who will this tutor be?” He despised the idea of spending two hours twice a week with anyone other than Crabbe and Goyle.

“Upon your fathers request, I must give you the very best. Therefor, Mr Potter will be outside your dorm room at 8 o'clock sharp.”

The mere mention of that boys name caused Dracos heart to flutter. But he could not reflect this on the outside as they were in fact enemies. “POTTER!” he shouted causing a spark of light to fly from his wand. “I refuse to have him enter my dorm.” The boy folded his arms in an attempt to seem threatning.

“Your father has already consented to these sessions,” Slughorn interrupted, knowing what Draco was about to say. Draco would happily disobey a proffessor, but his father was another matter. He had to except his fate.

–time skip–

The Malfoy boy ran back to his bathroom to check his hair for the umpteenth time. He had developed feelings for the dark haired boy back in third year and it hadn’t changed. “Stop it!” The pale boy scolded himself aloud. “It’s only Potter.” Potter. The boy with bright green eyes, tousled hair and a smile to die for. That darn boy. His school trousers now seemed slightly too tight.

“Shit shit shit.” Harry was due outside his dorm in one minuet so he had no time to sort out his issue. He buttoned his robe to conceal the problem, but it was it was still slightly visible. His thoughts were interrupted by a light knocking on the other side of the door.

Draco took one final deep breath before opening the door to reveal Harry with more equipment than he could carry single handedly. So Ron was stood beside him with the books and quills.

“Malfoy.” Harry said sheepishly, not looking Draco in the eye. “Let’s get this over with, Potter.” The paler boy said taking the books from Ron and closing the door on him.

“Colloportus.” Draco whispered with a flick of his wand. Harry was already laying out the cauldron and tiny bottles on the desk. Little did Draco know that Harry was feeling exactly the same way.

All of Hogwarts wondered why Harry had turned down Ginny, the girl most boys would fight for and only Harry knew the answer. His heart lay in the hands of the boy he supposedly hated, and who was currently breathing down the back of his neck as he set out the books and quill ink.

Draco then with a ‘u’ shaped flick of his wand and a whisper of “Accio.” had his chair in his arms. He then sat to watch the lesson Harry was about to teach.

Harry had to read through the book that he had placed on the floor due to lack of space and decided to tease Draco to see if he felt the same way. He bent down to collect the book instead of using a spell, deliberatly sticking his ass out. He swore he heard the other boys breath hitch. Draco’s issue from earlier was getting larger. When Harry tuned around, book in hand, he noticed it.

When he turned around to 'continue’ the potion his whispered so quietly Draco did not here “Wingardium Leviosa.” and Dracos robe was lifted away from the area he was trying to hide.

Harry turned around, as if surprised.“Someones excited,” Harry purred with a sudden boost of confidence. He began to walk towards the blond boy sat in the chair with an erection bigger than he’d ever had. “Someones been wanting this, haven’t they? Wanted me in their room so they could do what they want to me? Well, today is your day, pretty boy.”

Draco had held back long enough already. He grabbed Harry by the waist into a passionate kiss. Soft lips collided with chapped ones, teeth clashing. Draco saw something in Harrys eyes he had never seen before. Lust. Draco walked Harry towards the bed, not once breaking the kiss they have both needed for so long.

It was Dracos turn to talk dirty. “Look at you, sweet innoccent Potter. What if people were to see you like this, so desperate for me ey baby?” Harry couldn’t help but let a small moan escape him. “Why’re moaning baby, you want me to fuck you? Take away your innocence? You want me to pound into your tight lil ass?” Harry was a mess by this point.

Draco tore off Harrys shirt, buttons flying whilst Harry did the same to him. Once shirts were discarded, Harry removed his pants as fast as he could, leaving him only in boxers. He expeted Draco to do the same. However, Draco stood and began to slowly remove his belt, not once taking his eyes off the smaller boy on the bed.

This was driving Harry insane. The grey eyes of the paler boy were burning into him. His belt was off and this mini strip tease was turning him on further, even though it didn’t really seem possible right now. Harry subconciously began to massage the tent in his boxers. “Draco, if you do not get you hot ass over here and fuck me I might have to get someone else who wants a fuck. Like Ginny for instance.”

The light grey of Dracos eyes darkened to almost black. Draco got incredibly jealous very quickly and now was no exception. He crawled on top of Harry and began massaging the tent for him. “You’re mine? Understand?” He began trailing kisses accross Harrys chest and down his stomach, so close to where Harry wanted him most. However, Draco missed and began leaving kisses on Harrys thighs.

“D-draco, s-stop t-teasing.” Harry could feel the familiar pit in his stomach and they hadn’t done anything yet. I guess that showed how much of an effect Draco had on Harry. Draco removed Harrys boxers and his erection slapped his stomach. The pale boy proceeded to take Harrys member into his hand and moved it up and down, his thumb dippng into the slit. “Fu-fuck.” Harry was crumbling, all composure long gone.

Draco was the same, he could not hold back anymore. He has waited three long years for this and he was not going to let it pass. “Are you stretched, love?” Harry blushed even more than he already had and nodded. “Bet you were thinking of me, wishing it was me. You did, didn’t you baby?” While whispering these dirty fantasies, Draco lined himself up and gently began to push inside.

The only sounds were their moans and it spurred both of the boys on. They were both so close already, the pools in their stomachs getting larger and tighter. “Sh-shit Potter I-I’m” The dark haired boy locked eyes with the taller, paler boy above him. “I-I know.” Draco began to thrust harder and faster as he neared his climax. “Shit I’m oh FUCK,” Harry screamed as he released onto his stomach. The sight of Harry coming undone was enough to finish Draco off. His eyes rolled back in his head, his lips slightly parted. He then collapsed onto Harry, their bodies sweaty and tired.

“I think I might need extra tutoring Mr. Potter.”

so in my mind there comes a point early in Harry and Draco’s serious relationship, maybe six months, something like that, and Harry takes Draco to some really fancy restaurant in Muggle London. (The chef is a renowned wizard who has a secret fusion menu for wizards who have the in.) Draco’s all pleased because he’s been wanting to try out this place for ages but there’s a four month waiting list and he’s kind of in an instant gratification phase so he never made a reservation.

Draco’s enjoying his dinner and the conversation is pleasant, the wine is paired beautifully, but little things haven’t escaped his notice. Like the way Harry doesn’t pick up a utensil until Draco does, or that Harry barely eats half of each course - ‘there’re eight courses, Draco, I need to save room’ - or the rigidity in Harry’s neck and the sharpness in his eyes when he glances at another table, the way his fingers pick at his napkin, the tablecloth, tap against the stemware, or the slightly too large sips of wine. They’re between the third and fourth courses when Draco finally catches Harry’s ankle under the tablecloth with his own and tugs just enough to pull Harry’s eyes from the grand chandelier lighting the dining room. ‘What’s with you, Potter?’

Harry, of course, dodges around it and they get a little sharp with each other until finally Harry ducks his head and mutters something about ‘providing at the standard you’re accustomed to’ and Draco wants to laugh because it sounds so completely ridiculous, he can take care of himself thank you very much, and what, does Harry really think he’s snobby and materialistic, now that they really know each other, and that this is what Draco expects from - oh. And he has to sit back and look at his lover again because of course and I’m an idiot . So instead Draco bites his cheek and really looks at his Harry, sitting across the table in the tailored suit Draco insisted he have, his hair at arms against the clear effort to get it under control, and yes, Harry is so obviously out of his element here but he did it all for Draco and suddenly the wine is sour in his mouth and the chandelier is pretentious.

So when the waiter comes with the fourth course all he can manage, eyes on Harry, is a polite ‘I’m sorry but I’m feeling quite unwell’ and Harry scrambles to follow him as he leaves, stopping only to settle the bill. And when Harry catches up with him outside, concern etched on his brow and 'are you all right? Do you need a Healer? Draco they had a Floo, if you’re ill we could have - ’ Draco cuts him off with his lips and when Harry is suitably silent and slightly dazed, he smiles. 'I’m feeling rather refreshed now, actually.’

He’s a jumble of things he wants to say, things he thought he communicated but apparently did not, and now he can’t pluck the words out of the flurry so he walks them to a chip stand instead and buys them each an order, watches Harry’s eyes light up at something familiar, something preferred. Of course he’s still hungry, after forcing down food he doesn’t like. They walk, shoulders bumping together. Draco watches as Harry licks the salt off of his thumb. And when Draco bites into a chip that is too hot, and Harry spills some of his when he doubles over in laughter because you can’t burn your teeth, you git, Draco hopes this is enough. That Harry can understand that he doesn’t have to try and fit into Draco’s world, that Draco didn’t want to fit himself into Harry’s, that it was never about rearranging old boxes. It was about building a new one, together, that had room for the both of them.

Originally posted by thetimelordsofbaskerville

Title: So I’ll  paint you a clear blue sky

Character(s): Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter 

A/N: Drarry. Thats all. There might be a part two with smut tbh

Song Reference/Title Credit: Blue//Troye Sivan

Summary: Harry and Draco finally admit they love each other. Through actions, that is. ;)

Word count: 865 (short i know) 

With a wave of his wand, Professor Lupin shushed the class. They were on about what was in the rocking wardrobe before them. “I see you all have plenty of questions about the boggart placed before you.” Puzzled chatter erupted, “Alright, settle, settle! Now, can anyone tell me what is a boggart exactly?” And with no delay, Hermione whipped her hand in the air.  

“A boggart is a shape shifter who takes the place of the person’s before them biggest fear.” Then in one swift motion, her hand came back down to her lap. “Right you are, Miss Granger! Ten points to Gryffindor.” Lupin exclaimed with a righteous grin pronounced upon his face. Hermione smiled to herself. “Now please, class if you will, stand up from your seats and make a formal line.” The professor instructed, and the class stood array in between the desks, and with a punctual motion of his wand the desks skidded across the room and stacked themselves up upon one another. After a few demonstrations (including a sharp dressing snape, and enormous spider) it was Draco’s turn.  Soon the boggart flashed before his eyes. And the form it took made a gasp sound through out the room. Stood before him was the boy who lived. 

Now normally if you were I’m Professor Lupins class, there was always noise going on. Whether it’d be him instructing, the class talking, if they were doing something hands on, but not right now. Everyone knew of the boiling feud that dwelled between Harry Potter, and Draco Malfoy. With curiosity and shock looming in the air, the boggart finally spoke, “You know Malfoy, I’ll never love you. You’ll always be nothing but a pain in my ass.”

 And before anyone could react. Malfoy, with scarlet cheeks drew his wand and castes the boggart away. He placed his wand back in his robe, turned around, and scurried out. Lupin cut the class short, and everyone parted their ways. 

By the time dinner rolled around, everyone had questions, and the event that took place traveled all over the castles. Whisperers took place as Draco or Harry would walk by. Harry himself was utterly confused. Why was he Draco’s boggart? And more specifically why did it say ‘I’ll never love you’? Ron and Hermione thought not to bring it up until Harry himself found out answers. 

And he decided that after dinner was over he was going to search for Draco. While eating his food, Harry took notice that Draco wasn’t at dinner. Harry wasn’t surprised. He could understand. When they finally finished their food (Harry barely ate), they all piled out of the Great Hall and spilled into their common room. Except Harry, he set off to find Draco. 

He roamed the castle for at least an hour before deciding to go to the slytherian tower and try there. On his way back, he passed moaning Myrtles bathroom. Why not? He thought, and sauntered in there. Before he could look around for Myrtle, he saw him. 

Harry walked closer, it appeared that he was asleep. “Draco.” Harry called, but nothing happened, he only stirred. Harry sighed and bent down to shake him, “Draco!” Finally Draco jumped up. “What, Potter?” He snapped, something protruded in eyes, and Harry supposed it was anger and embarrassment. “Draco we need to talk.” Harry said sternly. “I was hoping you’d forget…” His blue eyes floated to the ground, no longer holding the feeling “But I suppose this was bound to happen..” he stopped to slump to the ground and sigh. “Should I explain?” Harry gave a slight nod, and Draco nodded. 

“There’s something about you, Harry, that I can’t hate…My family hates you. Everyone I surround myself with hate you….But I can’t make myself do… and I don’t mean in a friendly way…I mean in a erm, romantic way…” Draco confessed, and Harry was taken far aback. He never would have guessed in a million years that Draco Malfoy would say these words to Harry Potter. And yet with all the resentment that once was held between Harry and Draco seemed to melt away. Harry noticed tears forming in Draco’s eyes. “Of course I’m not expecting you to feel the same way, but it feels great to relieve myself of this.” And with that Draco wiped his wet face of his silent tears, stood up. “I hope this doesn’t change anything. We still hate one another.” Draco began to walk off, and before he could, Harry grabbed him.

“Not so fast, Malfoy.” He muttered while propelling him against a stall wall. And finally their lips collided. It was all Draco could imagine it would be, and possibly even better. Harrys lips were worked their way down his neck, and Draco shivered while eliciting a moan from his throat. The feeling of his lips upon his neck was a feeling he never experienced before, and he never wanted it to stop. Soon after they got done with their escapade, they both exited the bathroom. Harry wore a mischievous grin, while Draco had a small and loving grin that only Harry could put there.