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

Von (Hope)

Þar sem gróir þar er von.
Allt sem græðir geymir von.

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On the night of May 2nd 1998, Draco Malfoy lays awake on his bed.

It’s over. He’s dead. It’s over.” His mind chants. But is it?

A dark, hooded figure that hadn’t been there a second before stands on the edge of his bed, Malfoy starts. He grasps for his wand before realizing he hasn’t got one. The hooded figure chuckles, voice acidic and cold.

“You cheated me.” It says, Draco is frozen in place, searching his brain for whoever this might be. It can’t be the Dark Lord. He’s dead. Draco saw him die today. It can’t be.

“I’m Death.” It answers the question he hadn’t voiced, the knowledge brings a sense of Deja Vu, but he can’t quite place it “and no, I’m not here to take you with me.” he fails to conceal his disappointment. The room feels colder than it had.

“You were meant to die today, in the fire, but you didn’t.” The hairs on his body stand on edge at the mention of it. He’s shaking before he realizes it.

It had been so hot, he’d been gripping Potter’s waist like a lifeline, the fire licking at the hems of his pants, his screams drowned by the roar of the flames, Crabbe falling down and being consumed by them like he was nothing. He thought he’d die. He wishes he had.

“It was written on the stars, Draco Malfoy. However did you cheat the heavenly bodies?” It drawls out impatiently, he doesn’t know the answer. Is he supposed to?

“For this, however.” Death says, swishing it’s cloak, bony hands showing “I owe you a wish. Any wish at all.”

Draco’s eyes widen and his heart picks up speed in his chest. Any wish at all.

He suddenly remembers hearing a similar story to this one. Every bone in his body advices him not to accept, for Death could only be cunning and deceitful, not giving and generous.

Or perhaps Life was the first two and Death’s sweet release was the last. Perhaps life had been the cruel one all along. He dreams of a world where he doesn’t have to feel all of this, where the guilt doesn’t eat him alive, where he never takes the Dark Mark, where war doesn’t kill hundreds, where he’s happy.

He realizes that even if Death is fooling him, he doesn’t mind the likely outcome.

“I want a time turner” he says firmly “One capable of going back to 1991.” If Death is surprised, it doesn’t show it, it moves it’s hands in a swish and a time turner appears between them. It floats until it settles on Draco’s hand.

“Act wisely, Malfoy boy. For I can only grant you one wish.” It says, the ghost of a smile behind the dark hood. Then disappears.

Draco clutches the object and adjusts the time. He wonders if he’s in a dream, if it’ll work. Maybe he’s already dead and doesn’t know it, he doesn’t mind much. 

Doesn’t care to find out.

He closes his eyes and is launched into the paradox of time and space. He sees a colorless void and falls falls falls. His body small and insignificant in the never-ending space. Just when he’s starting to become fond of the quiet nothing and the soothing air touching his face, his stomach twists and he appears in a room that he knows too well. High ceilings and cool toned ancient furnitures. No feeling of home or coziness despite belonging to a child.

His childhood bedroom. If one could call it that.

He looks at the clock with a sharp twist and beneath the time, it reveals the date.

July 31st of 1991.

He almost can’t believe he has succeeded, but can’t dwell on his fear and excitement too long, for a small boy whom he knows too well and not at all stands at the foot of his bed, staring at him in horror. It’s a shock, seeing himself so full of life in the innocence of a child who doesn’t know what the future entails. A child with eager eyes and a prideful chest. Malfoy realizes he’s a ghost of what this child is.

“Who are you?” The small one shrieks. Draco presses a finger to his lips, shushing him. He’s grateful that the Manor is big enough for them not to be heard.

“I’m you. From the future.” young Draco flinches back and is about to start shouting again, before he seems to take in Draco’s features and connects them to an older version of himself. His eyes widen and Draco can see himself panic and glance around frantically, although also subtly, for an escape.

Slytherins. He thinks fondly.

“That’s not possible. Why-how are you here?” He demands.

“I have a story to tell you. But the first thing you need to know.” He swallows a lump in his throat “is that today you will be meeting a boy as you get fitted for your Hogwarts robes. I want you to change what you will say to him, for it’ll change how he sees you. It is extremely important that you do so.”

“Why? What do you mean? I don’t understand.” young Draco looks even more confused, of course he is.

Draco explains as much as he can and sugar coats what a child shouldn’t have to know. He attempts to explain to his own self that the opinions of his father are wrong, the small Draco tries to protest, but he doesn’t allow him to and continues telling him what’ll happen if he doesn’t listen carefully. By the end, his voice is hoarse and little Draco looks sick with fear. But he nods, seemingly understanding he has a duty to perform even if he doesn’t quite understand all of it it. Ah, the usual Malfoy, accepting what’s presented to him, born to please his elders, he thinks bitterly.

“Who’ll be the boy I’ll meet today?” His younger self asks tentatively when Draco is done talking and stands up. Draco smiles nostalgically as he adjusts the time again.

“I have put my faith in you, what you choose to do from now can change everything.” He says, and just as he feels the void sucking him in again, he says his last words to the last hope he’s got.

“And Draco, one last thing.” the kid nods “offer him your hand before you learn his name.”


where things grow, there is hope,
all that heals has hope.

wendihoe  asked:

Would you be willing to do a drarry fic rec for drarry 8th year fics? If you can't or are busy that's fine!

Hi! Here are some of my favorite 8th year fics (it was so hard to choose)! Let me know if you like them :)

~ Hogwarts Eighth Year ~

For All the Marbles (29k): Harry receives a long-lost gift when he returns to Hogwarts to finish his last year of school. Draco could be just the person to help Harry understand the gift – if the two of them can learn to talk to each other.

Battle Scars (30k): Spiders, rats, wrongly-boiled Veritaserum, a couple of dangerous bets and drunk parties – all with all, it was bound to be a hectic eight year at Hogwarts for the golden trio. Trying to ignore the ex-Death Eater Draco Malfoy, however, turned out to be more difficult than ever before. Especially when he seemed to be as obsessed with Harry as Harry was with him.

My Little Berserker (106k): Eighth year was supposed to be calm. Moderated. Peaceful, even. Draco returned to escape the chaos wrought upon his shambles of a life and Harry to flee the responsibility of a world that sees him as something greater than was truly possible. Hogwarts was a safe haven, right?
At least it was until Hagrid comes up with the wonderful idea to introduce some additional members to the student body of the fluffier variety. Hagrid doesn’t do moderated - where’s the fun in that? (as slow-burn as it can get but it works because their relationship was paced wonderfully)

If I Was The Sun, He Was The Moon (34k): Harry is in his eighth year at Hogwarts, everyone is still feeling the fallout from the war and since all the eighth years now share a common room and dorms, Hermione had the brilliant idea that they should get to know each other better. In amongst bad party games, copious amounts of firewhisky, and a lot of confusion and mixed signals, Harry realises he likes Draco. Not everyone is happy about that, though.
In summary: Draco and Harry kiss during spin the bottle, realise their feelings, are stubborn and oblivious, and can’t seem to communicate like normal people, but it works out in the end. (the right amount of fluff and angst)

Right Hand Red (73k): Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory.
Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy.
Malfoy felt inevitable.
(this fic is a classic for a good reason, it’s so well-written. also, 8th year AND party games)

Draco Malfoy and the Year He Kept Getting Hexed (44k): Draco is just trying to get through his eighth year at Hogwarts without getting hexed. Again.

Étoile des Neiges (33k): Potter was leaning against the doorframe, feet bare, jeans low on his hips, ear pierced, nose red from the cold.
He was smirking as if the sole purpose of his existence was to drive Draco crazy
The eighth years spend the holidays in a French ski resort and Draco comes to terms with his feelings. (gorgeous, one of my all time favorite)

If Ever He Becomes My Boyfriend (28k): Draco has a list. And oh what a list that is. But what if it got lost and landed in the hands of one Hermione Granger of all people? Plus, Potter had been really weird lately around Draco. An eighth year fic featuring our two beautiful boys with Pansy and Blaise being imba best friends and Ron being Ron.

emhahee-deactivated20170506  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.”



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.”

Expecto Patronum

Sooo I’m rereading OotP right now, and idk I just kinda thought of this, so I took the idea and ran with it. Not sure if it’s good or not lmao

As Harry walked into the Room of Requirement, he smiled and happily began setting up for that week’s DA meeting. He was really looking forward to this one, as was everyone else, because he was finally going to begin teaching them the Patronus Charm. Just as he had finished getting everything ready, there was a knock on the door, and Ron and Hermione quickly entered. It wasn’t long until everyone had arrived, and they could finally begin.

The meeting started out as they usually did. Everyone simply greeted each other, and once they had all settled down, Harry explained what they would be doing. At the mention of conjuring a patronus, there were murmurs of excitement going around the room. Just as Harry was about to begin giving instructions on how to do this difficult charm, there was another knock on the door.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged looks of apprehension. Everyone seemed to have the same thought in mind as the three of them: What if it’s Umbridge?

“If it were her, I don’t think she would be so polite as to simply knock,” Hermione muttered, attempting to quell everyone’s worry despite her own being very evident on her face.

Harry gave everyone a look that told them all to remain quiet as he cautiously approached the door. He put his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it, opening the door a crack, through which his eyes immediately spotted a shock of white-blond hair.

Harry slammed the door and turned to the group with wide eyes. Ron and Hermione rushed over to him.

“It’s Malfoy,” he said anxiously.

They all knew Malfoy was keen on getting anyone who wasn’t in Slytherin into trouble, especially those in Gryffindor, and would certainly stoop as low as working with Umbridge to do so.

“Did he see you?” Ron asked.

“I think so, but-” Harry was cut off by yet another knock.

Just like the first knock, it was not one of brute force that demanded entrance, but a polite knock, as if asking permission to come in.

“Maybe you should just…see what he wants?” Hermione suggested.

“Right, and land myself in detention, carving words into my hand for the rest of the year. No thanks, Hermione, I’ll pass.”

“Well you said that you think he saw you, so if what he wants is to rat you out to Umbridge, he would have done it already, but he’s still here.”

Harry looked around and saw that everyone’s eyes were on him.

“Fine. I’ll see what he wants. While I do that, you guys can all just pair up, and practice some of the stuff we worked on previously.”

They all hesitantly did as Harry asked, and Harry then turned back to the door. With a large sigh, he tugged it open and quickly stepped outside so Malfoy couldn’t see who else was in the room.

“What do you want?” Harry snapped, giving Malfoy a sharp glare.

Draco was slightly taken aback at Harry’s hostility, though it wasn’t entirely unexpected.

“I wanted to join in on your meeting…”

Harry attempted to feign innocence.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

Draco rolled his eyes and snorted.

“Come off it, Potter. You act like you all do a good job of keeping it a secret, running around school muttering about meetings and spells together. It’s a wonder how Umbridge doesn’t know exactly what you’re all up to yet. I mean I knew she was quite dense, but come on.”

Harry just stared at Draco for a few moments. Maybe he was just waiting for Harry to confess so he could run and tell her.

Draco could clearly see what Harry was thinking.

“Look, I want to pass my OWLs just as much as you all do. My parents would have a right fit if I received anything less than an E on any of them. And speaking of my parents, well, as you know, my father isn’t exactly…morally correct. I know as well as you that Voldemort is on the rise again, and I’m not going to lie…I’m scared. I put on a show for my father of acting like I agree with Voldemort’s intentions, but I don’t. I want to learn how to defend myself, too, because when it comes down to it, Voldemort doesn’t care about blood status; if he doesn’t like you, it doesn’t matter if you’re pureblood or a mud- er…muggle born. He’ll kill you without a second thought.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. For whatever reason, maybe because Draco was giving him a look that made him feel something funny in his stomach, he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Fine, you can come in. But you’ll have to sign something.”

Harry figured that if Malfoy was just going to run and tell on them all afterwards, at least they would all have the small consolation of him having horrendous acne all over his face.

When the two of them stepped back into the Room of Requirement, everyone turned to stare at Malfoy, and then Harry with disbelief.

“Uhm…we have a new member,” he said awkwardly before grabbing the parchment with all of their signatures and having Malfoy sign.

Everyone eyed Draco skeptically, but said nothing.

“Right, now that that’s all settled, I guess we can get started on patronuses.”

Harry explained the incantation to them all: how to do it, what it’s used for, and how each is unique to the person casting it.

Harry then easily casted his patronus, a great stag erupting from the end of his wand, to demonstrate.

Everyone, especially Draco, Harry noticed, was staring at him in awe.

“So that’s really it. Just think of something really happy, and say the words. It seems quite easy, but don’t be discouraged if you don’t get it right away. It’s really advanced magic.”

They all had forgotten about Draco’s presence and quickly got into groups or pairs, excited to try the charm themselves.

Unsurprisingly, Draco was left without a partner, so Harry begrudgingly offered to work with him. 

Expecto Patronum,” Draco muttered for what seemed like the thousandth time, still without any effect. Harry was beginning to take pity on him. He knew how frustrating it was.

“You’re not thinking of a happy enough memory. Just take a break and try to think of something else while I go around and check on how everyone else is doing.”

Draco simply nodded and watched as Harry walked off to a different group, smiling at Luna Lovegood as she showed him her patronus that took the form of a hare.

Draco sighed and started to feel worse as he watched every other person in the room have a go at the charm. Even if they were unable to cast a clear, full patronus, they all at least had silver mist coming from their wands. Draco attempted the charm once more on his own, but nothing happened. No glorious animal and no silver mist; just utter disappointment. He couldn’t understand why this was so difficult for him, as he had never had trouble with the charms they performed in Defense Against the Dark Arts before.

After Harry had made his rounds, he returned to Draco.

“Ready to try again?” Harry asked cheerily, though he was unsure why. This was Malfoy he was talking to, after all.

“I guess so,” Draco grumbled before raising his wand and saying the words. To no surprise, nothing happened, and Draco rolled his eyes, annoyed with his own incompetence.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him.

“Are you sure you’re thinking of something happy?”

Draco shot him a glare but said nothing. He tried and failed a few more times before finally just giving up. Harry looked at him sympathetically, and was about to say something to him, but then he realized the time, and quickly rushed everyone out, assuring them that he’d let them know when their next meeting would be.

Harry hadn’t realized that there was still one person remaining in the room with him. When he turned and saw Draco still standing there, he jumped slightly.

“I just wanted to apologize…for wasting your time.”

Harry shook his head.

“You didn’t waste my time, Malfoy. The whole point of this is to help people learn proper defense. Today’s lesson was really difficult magic that some grown wizards cannot even perform.”

“Well, no one else seemed to have trouble with it.”

“They all knew what we would be doing at today’s meeting and probably read up on it a bit. It’s nothing to beat yourself up about.”

“I couldn’t even get that stupid silver mist to come out of my wand, Potter,” Draco spat.

“It’s okay, we’re going to keep working on it.”

“There’s no point in me even coming again. I’m obviously helpless.”

Harry rolled his eyes at how overdramatic Draco was being, but at the same time, he could see how much this was bothering him, and really wanted to help.

“Maybe it’s your wand movement. Here, watch me.” Harry quickly pulled out his wand and aimed it at nothing in particular. “Expecto Patronum.”

Draco watched, as the silver stag once again appeared. Harry let it trot around for a bit before pulling his wand away.

“Now you try.”

Harry watched as Draco prepared to try again.

“Stop,” he said as Draco began moving his arm. “You’re not starting the motion correctly.”

Harry moved behind Draco and put his hand around his wrist to reposition his arm. Draco blushed at the contact. Harry then helped Draco do the full motion.

After doing this a few times, Harry released Draco’s wrist and told him to try again. This time, a bit of silver mist shot from the end of Draco’s wand, and he quickly turned around excitedly to look at Harry, who was beaming at him.

“Did you see that?”

Harry chuckled.

“I did. See, you’re already making progress. You just have to be a bit more positive.”

Harry then took in Draco’s expression. He was sure this was the first time he had ever seen him smiling in a way that wasn’t sinister or sarcastic. The way his lips so easily curved up into that grin was lovely. Harry’s eyes focused on Draco’s lips for several moments, and he soon realized how close the two of them were to each other. Harry thought back to that funny feeling Draco had given him before, but this time, it was amplified. If before he had butterflies in his stomach, they were hippogriffs now. 

Harry smiled back and took a small step closer, nearly closing the distance between him and Draco, who was giving Harry a questioning look, but not moving away.

From the way Draco was gazing at him, Harry had a feeling Draco felt the same way he did. Without a second thought, Harry closed his eyes and leaned in, softly pressing his lips to Draco’s.

It was a short kiss, but they both pulled away smiling, and before either of them could say or do anything else, Draco lifted his wand and, with confidence, shouted, “Expecto Patronum!”

Harry watched as something huge appeared. A magnificent, silver dragon flew about the room, and Harry couldn’t help but grin. He had never seen anything like it. He hadn’t even known it was possible to cast a dragon patronus.

After a while, Draco allowed the dragon to disappear, and he smiled at Harry.

“I guess I just needed something happier to think about.”

Harry blushed slightly but laughed.

“I guess so.”

Draco smiled slyly and leaned in to give Harry another quick kiss.

“I’ll remember that one for next time,” he said with a wink before turning and walking out of the Room of Requirement, looking forward to next week’s meeting.

Amortentia - Drarry

summary: “Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them.”

“This reeks of your smell, Potter. How disgusting.”

“Funny you should say that, Malfoy. This, smells of you, you’re disgusting.”

words: 1785

pairing: drarry

genre: fluff

rating: t

note: there’s a fluffy bonus at the end! no worries! why? because i think the actual fic is too gloomy, or something like that? i can’t feel the drarry feels! Because i think this would be their genuine reaction? i mean they literally act like they hate each other, even if i made them like each other a bit in this one. i don’t think they’d be happy to find this out.

inspired by a picture of a drarry prompt you could literally find everywhere.


Hordes of students pushed their way through the small entrance of the cold dungeon. Potions class, it was the class most students dreaded. Even some Slytherins did, who were known to be favored by the intimidating black clad professor.

But Harry Potter had certain mixed feelings towards it. He got picked on by Snape a whole lot, if not every time the man had the chance to do so. Even if he wasn’t in the reach of being publicly humiliated. Snape was always sending such terrifying and chill inducing glares and stares.

There was a whole list of reasons on why Harry should’ve absolutely hated his class. But a certain someone somehow prevented him from using the word to describe how he felt.

Indeed, a certain someone.

Specifically someone that has platinum blond locks of hair and sharp silver eyes.

They both weren’t on very good terms, they wouldn’t consider each other friends nor acquaintances. But the pleasant warm feeling that starts to spread through Harry’s chest whenever he laid his eyes upon him was not something to be ignored.

Whether it was his unfortunate or good luck, Gryffindors always shared classes with Slytherins.

And he doesn’t know if the universe had played a sick joke on him right on this day. As he plopped down on his seat beside Ron Weasley, not to mention a minute late. The professor in front snapped at him and told him that he was not allowed to pair up with the tall ginger.

Instead, he was going to pair up with Draco.

The usual sneer on the young boy’s face dispersed when the words reached his ears. Whipping his head towards Snape in a surprised fashion, he opened his mouth to protest on his wishes but was hushed quiet.

The messy haired boy picked up his things from the wooden desk and stomped over to Draco’s direction. The other had been grumbling to himself and had his arms crossed against his chest. He refused to meet eyes with Harry, the latter doing the same for him.

Draco secretly thought that Potter wasn’t so bad. But he was a Malfoy, he had a status and reputation to uphold. Plus, Potter is a Gryffindor and he’s a Slytherin, their houses are rivals and he was not going to look pass such stereotypical labels. This was something he had grown up to believe.

That being said, Lucius Malfoy found it to be odd that his son talked so much about wonderful Potter. When he never spoke a word regarding his friends.

Harry settled on the seat beside Draco and dropped his things on top of the table with a loud thump, which elicited a look from Snape. Without acknowledging his new class partner, he looked straight ahead towards the professor with narrowed eyes.

Snape paced in front of the students and gave out instructions on what they had to do. Eventually, he halted his steps and stood facing the whole class. His gaze swept over each student, most bowed their heads down to avoid his eyes.

“I’m assuming that there are no more questions left to be asked?” He shifted his gaze towards a certain bushy haired girl who sat quietly on her seat. “Ms. Granger?”

Hermione shook her head at him and proceeded to look down at her hands on top of her lap.

Snape turned to walk towards his desk, his dark robes bellowing behind him. He spoke without sparing a glance at the students whose eyes followed his movements. “Then you shall start brewing.”

The students sprung to action immediately. Half of them reached for their text books and other half quietly observed the ingredients to know which is which.

Draco sighed and his eyes shifted to settle on the boy sat beside him.

It was the first time Draco had glanced at Harry, who was, in turn, also staring right at him. A scowl appeared on his face and his eyes narrowed down into a glare.

“Do not mess this up, Potter.”

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry scoffed and reached for his own text book with a frown.

Both worked quietly and refused to speak to each other for the most part of the class. Draco gibed at Harry countless of times during the entirety of their time working. Whom retaliated and spat back equally offensive insults.

In the end, they had managed to have done the first part of brewing perfectly, despite the circumstances. Neither didn’t want to admit, but they do work quite well together.

Snape walked around the room to look at everyone’s works, nodding at some and sighing in disappointment at most. At last, he reached the desk Harry and Draco occupied. His eyebrows had risen a bit, almost going unnoticeable, and he nodded his head at them.

“Well done, Mr. Malfoy.” He praised Draco, whose lips lifted into a smirk, he glanced at Harry. “And Mr. Potter, surprisingly enough.”

The latter ignored the additional comment and gave a polite nod of his head. Tempted to roll his eyes but held back as he didn’t particularly enjoy spending the rest of the week inside Snape’s office cleaning shelves.

Snape returned to his place in front, commenting on how everyone did. Not missing a beat to mention how Ron had completely ruined the cauldron he was using. The said boy flushed a deep shade of red, his face almost matching the red on his hair.

Silence filled the room when Snape stalked over to his desk to retrieve his wand inside one of the drawers. With a flick of his wand a sturdy looking table appeared with a golden cauldron sitting on top of it, spiral wisps of smoke came from the liquid inside.

Seeing the confusion in everyone’s eyes, besides Hermione Granger’s who must’ve known what it was already, he started to explain.

He walked towards the cauldron with both his arms folded behind his back. “This is a finished and perfectly brewed Amortentia. Now, I want everyone to get in a line with your pair and take a quick smell of it. Afterwards, I want you to write what it smelled like on a parchment, which you’ll have to pass.”

Draco gave a shrug of his shoulders with a smug grin and raised eyebrows while Harry looked like he couldn’t care less. They both got in line, though a small distance was kept between the two of them and the glares they shot each other cannot be missed.

Students after students walked towards the desk, each one having a smile on their faces after smelling the liquid. Everyone but Malfoy who had something different to say, after forcefully pushing Harry aside to go first.

“This reeks of your smell, Potter. How disgusting.” Malfoy grimaced after taking a quick whiff of the oddly colored liquid.

Harry glared at him at the corner of his eyes and a frown found its way onto his face. Taking a step forward towards the cauldron, he tilted his head down to try to figure out if what the other boy said was true.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise, he was hit with something different. The potion smelled nothing like him, instead it smelled of the blond boy who was standing not too far from him.

Confused he turned towards Draco, he cocked his head to the side and retorted back with a small smug grin. “Funny you should say that, Malfoy. This, smells of you, you’re disgusting.”

Draco stared at him in pure confusion, a frown edging on his lips and his eyebrows scrunched together.

“Have you actually lost your sense of smell? Or are you this much of an idiot?”

Pretending to not have heard his insulting words, the raven haired boy proceeded to take steps away from him. Draco glared at his back but nonetheless followed him to the desk they shared.

Draco sat down on his chair and pulled a parchment to write the things he smelled. He purposely skipped over the part of catching the scent of Harry in the potion. Harry who was scribbling on his paper had done the same.

Both sat in silence, pieces of paper held in their hands as they waited for the others to finish their turns and for Snape to start collecting the papers.

After a while, every student had scribbled down things on their parchment. Snape had started to collect the papers, not even sparing a glance on what was written on them as his usual stoic expression remained.

He walked towards his desk and stacked the papers neatly on top of it. Turning to face the class, he talked in his usual drawl. “Now class, can anyone tell me what Amortentia is?”

A hand shot up to the air, belonging to an eager looking Hermione amidst the seated bored students. Snape’s eyes glanced over to her direction, before he nodded and called her. “Yes, Ms. Granger?”

“Amortentia, sir. The most powerful love potion that smells of what you’re attracted to.” Hermione recited in a confident voice before once again taking her seat.

Slowly, the information they received sunk in. Realization hitting the both of them like a bag of bricks.

Harry and Draco both held horror stricken faces, glued to their seats, feeling as if the world froze around them. Draco’s eyes were wide open, so was Harry’s.

Snape dismissed the class and students hurriedly jumped off from their seats. But both stayed put on their chairs.

Draco shifted in his seat to face Harry, who had done the same thing as him. The usual sneer appeared on his face, while a frown was etched on Harry’s face.

“You do not speak of this to anyone. Do you understand? No one.” Draco hissed at him, venom dripping from his voice.

Harry gritted his teeth. “We’re on the same boat, Malfoy. It’s as bad for me as it is for you. I wouldn’t dare speak of it.”

Ron and Hermione suddenly appeared behind Harry’s seated figure, both looking like his bodyguards, standing on his either sides. Draco eyes shifted upwards to look at them, he shot them a glare before abruptly standing up with his things in hand.

“You better stick to your word, Potter.” He spat bitterly before turning around and taking his leave.

Ron squinted his eyes at his retreating form and crossed his arms. Hermione looked between Harry and Draco before her eyes lingered on her friend.

“What was that, Harry?” She inquired, her gaze never leaving him.

Harry stood up and slung his bag across his back, his eyes met hers and then Ron’s. The three of them walked towards the doorway where a few of the students remained.

“It’s nothing.”


(as promised!) bonus:

Harry was sat between Fred and George Weasley who were cheerfully telling him an embarrassing story of Ron. He stretched his arm to grab his drink when he felt someone’s burning gaze on the side of his face. In a daze, he unconsciously glanced towards the Slytherin table.

Draco Malfoy was looking right at him.

The blond boy’s shoulders jolted in his obvious surprise, he quickly shifted his gaze towards another direction. He pretended to not have not been staring at the boy who lived, who had caught him right on the act.

A smile stretched Harry’s lips at the unmistakable tint of pink on Draco’s cheeks, he shook his head and a chuckle escaped him. Fred stopped at the middle of his story after noticing that Harry’s attention wasn’t on him and his brother.

George gave a pointed look towards his twin, both edged closer to Harry who was still smiling.

“What happened?” Came from George.

“You alright?” Came from Fred.

“I’m alright.” Harry hummed, his smile didn’t falter one bit and there was hint of pink on his own cheeks.

“Great, actually.”


Draco wants what Draco wants. And if he has to snuggle up to Harry to get it, well, surely, Draco can handle that. Problem is, not sure Harry can.

Harry agreed to have sex with Draco once a month in order to keep him alive, what he didn’t agree to was Draco popping up all over the place and disrupting his life in more ways than one.

In which Harry thinks he’s a playboy, everyone else knows better, and Hermione will kill Seamus if Ron tries to collect on that bet.

Draco’s cock hardens as he looks at the invitation to the charity auction; his golden ticket to one wild night of desperate sex with Potter to get rid of this inexplicable obsession. His heart whispers that one night will never be enough, but Draco is beyond caring. All he knows is that he will pay any price to have Potter over and over again.

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

It’s Harry and Draco’s eighth year, the Houses have been all but demolished in favor of unity, and they’re being forced to room together. How ever will they cope?

The arrangement was very simple really, and very convenient. Draco just hadn’t expected it to result in this mess.

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bigjellymonster  asked:

Drarry Prompt: (8th year) Where Draco ends up holding Harry's hand every time he is scared. This comes as a surprise to both of them.

Harry gaped at Malfoy, their fingers laced together. Malfoy was staring blankly ahead, his mouth twisted in a frown. Harry was too in shock to say anything. Too confused to move. The had been in Potions, somehow paired up together again, working on their Draught of Living death, when out of nowhere, his hand had flown to Harry’s, gripping it tightly. Harry had been mid-sentence, explaining how they could have used this potion during the war. He found himself unable to finish, his thoughts lost completely. He couldn’t focus with the warmth of Malfoy’s hand in his own. Harry could feel the other boy’s heartbeat, pulsing quickly between his fingers. He swallowed.



Draco shook his head roughly, as if trying to expel the memories from his head. His eyes focused around him and he realised he was sitting in the Potions classroom.


He turned his head, a sneer forming on his face.

“What, Potter? Can’t figure out a simple potion? The instructions are right in front of you.”

Potter looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh, as he raised their joined hands. Draco spluttered, a soft blush forming on his face. He ripped his hand away like it was on fire.

“Taking advantage of me? Just wait..” He trailed off. “Nevermind.”

Neither of them spoke the rest of the class,


It wasn’t until a Defense Against the Dark Arts class a couple of weeks later that it happened again.

They had been standing next to each other in the semi-circle, waiting for the Boggart to approach. Everyone already knew how to cast a Patronus, but their new Professor had decided it was worth going over again. Draco glanced over at Potter and caught himself staring. He frowned. Draco didn’t know how they kept getting stuck working together. Some inter-house unity bollocks. McGonnagall had decided that after the war, the students who returned needed to get along better and be more accepting of each other. Some Hufflepuff nonsense, as far as Draco was concerned.

Suddenly, it was his turn to face off with the Boggart. He gasped as it shifted and morphed in front of him, and all of a sudden Potter was standing before him, a cruel smile twisting his face. He reached for Potter’s hand, gripping it tightly.


Harry couldn’t move, save for his eyes darting back and forth between Malfoy and the imposter standing in front of him. He vaguely registered that Malfoy was clutching his hand tightly, but he couldn’t focus on that. Why was he Malfoy’s boggart? And then the Boggart Harry started talking.

“I can’t believe I saved you. I should have let you die in that fire. Should have let you die on that bathroom floor. Should have finished the job then.”

Harry noticed Malfoy start shaking, and then realised his own was shaking. He looked down and saw they were holding hands again. When did that happen? He tried to let go, but Malfoy was holding on so tightly he didn’t stand a chance.

“You weren’t worth saving! You just went right back to join Voldemort, then slinked away with your family, your tails between your legs. What good have you done since?”

Harry shook his head and stepped forward, catching the attention of the Boggart, as it changed again, this time into a Dementor. Harry sighed, shaking his head. Of course it was still the same, he still couldn’t get over that fear. The fear of fear itself, as Lupin had said.


The room was silent as the Boggart moved on, and Harry tugged on his hand that was joined with Malfoy’s.

“You know, I don’t regret saving you, right?” He said quietly.

Malfoy finally met his eyes and shook his head slowly, after some time dropping his hand to his side.


One week later, walking with Potter and Pansy in between classes, Draco was pushed against a wall. He turned around to face his attacker and it was some Hufflepuff Eighth Year. He didn’t know his name, but he knew his face. They shared most of their classes together. He didn’t even have time to reach for his wand before the larger boy had his out and pressed against his chest.

“You know, nobody would mind if I just hexed you right here. You shouldn’t have come back. No one wants you here.”

Draco closed his eyes and flinched, not able to defend himself, preparing for the worst.


Justin Finch-Fletchly? When had he developed such a mean streak? Harry started to protest, stepping closer to Malfoy, his hand reaching for his wand, when suddenly it was full of something. He looked down. Malfoy had grabbed his hand. Again. He couldn’t help the smile that started to form on his face, before he brought his attention back to Justin.

“You and I both know what will happen if you do that, and I don’t think you want to fight me.” He started, magic flaring in his veins. Justin’s eyes went wide, and he stepped back, shaking his head. “Whatever, Harry. He’s not worth it, anyway.”

As Justin walked off, Pansy turned to Malfoy.

“I can’t believe you were just going to take it, You didn’t deserve that! Everyone knows the position you were put in, they basically put your entire trial in the Prophet!” She sighed. “Come on, Draco. Let’s go to class.”

As they turned to walk away, Malfoy tugged Harry along. Either he didn’t realise he was still holding on, or he didn’t want to let go. Harry didn’t mind either way.


Eighth years from every house sat huddled together in their shared common room. It was Halloween and somehow Pansy had convinced Draco to participate in the movie night they were having. Some Gryffindor had brought a muggle movie in and Granger had figured out how to make it work without a… television? Whatever that was.

He somehow found himself on the couch, sitting next to Potter, Weasley on his other side. It didn’t bother him as much as he expected.


Harry could feel the heat of Malfoy’s body, his leg pressing against his, but for some reason he didn’t want to move it away. Seamus had brought in Nightmare on Elm street. Harry had heard his cousin talking about it with his friends once, but he had never been able to see it. Thank Merlin Hermione was clever and fixed it so everyone could watch.

He looked over at Malfoy, He had started growing out his hair more, it hung loosely around his face, kissing his cheeks. Harry blushed. He did not think of Malfoy and kissing in the same sentence. He didn’t.

He couldn’t focus the entire movie. He knew there was something going on with this guy going into dreams, but his thoughts kept drifting back to Malfoy. He was so present next to him, he couldn’t stop thinking of their thighs pressing together, their feet resting against each other. He was so preoccupied, he almost didn’t notice when Malfoy’s hand found his, gripping it tightly. He was too busy watching Malfoy’s face, watching his eyebrows shoot into his hair in shock. He swallowed and turned to face the movie, unconsciously stroking the other boy’s hand with his thumb.


“Um.. Malfoy?” Harry finally got his attention, after standing nearby for a few minutes, unsure what to say.

“Yes, Potter? Here to harass me?” He looked up from his book and raised his eyebrow at Harry.

“What’s going on? I mean, with the hand holding? Hermione is making me talk to you. I told her to mind her own business, but then Ron and Neville ganged up on me, too. Um.”

Malfoy scoffed.

“I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about. I think you should go.”

“I… don’t mind.” Harry struggled to get out. “The hand holding, I mean. I just don’t understand. You hate me.”

Malfoy just stared at him. Harry stood there for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded sharply.

“Right, then. Right. Okay.”

He turned and rushed out of the library.


Draco caught up to Potter near the Great Hall.

“Wait!” He called out, coming to a stop a few feet behind him. “I… I don’t know. The hand thing. It just happened. And then again.”

Harry turned and frowned.

“So, what?”

“I mean, I don’t hate you.” Draco forced out. “I don’t think I ever did, not really. I think I was just angry. And jealous. And, well. I don’t think Pansy understands. What I had to go through. What you went through.”

Harry tilted his head to one side. Draco thought he looked like a confused puppy, and shoved down the thought that it was slightly adorable.

“But, why?”

Draco sighed.

“I’m not sure. That potions class. It’s like I was back in the war. You were talking about it and then I was there. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. And Defense? That boggart-” Draco clenched his jaw and looked away.

Harry stepped closer.

“It’s okay, you know. To be scared?”

Draco frowned.

“I’m not! Why would I be scared, Potter?”


His head snapped up at Harry’s use of his name.

Harry held out his hand and Draco took it, a slow grin forming on his face. Together, they walked into the Great Hall.

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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)

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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.

masked-void  asked:

Hey I wanted to know if you can make a thing were Draco gets jealous of Ron hitting on Harry? Just a random thing :P

Draco was sitting in the eighth year common room on the couch, using one arm to read, while the other was draped lazily over Harry’s shoulder.

Harry was cuddled up next to Draco and was talking to Ron.

“Hey Harry,” said Ron, “ what do you say about you and me going to hogsmeade for a butterbeer?” Ron asked while giving Harry a wink.

Draco was trying very hard not to pay too much attention to Wea- Ron, and Harry’s conversation, though his mind kept wandering back to what Ron just asked.

‘He doesn’t mean like a date right?’ Thought Draco, ‘I mean he does know that Harry is my boyfriend, and he wouldn’t ask Harry out on a date if he knows that he’s my boyfriend, right?’

While Draco was having his little epiphany, Ron was very much aware of what he just asked Harry. You could practically see the gears in Malfoy’s head shifting, trying to make out what Ron had meant.

Ron very much liked to make Draco jealous. It was a pass time of his if you will. He would never think to go on date with Harry. They were too much like brothers for him to even fathom the idea. Though it did come in useful when he wanted to play a joke on Malfoy.

“Sure, why not. I could go for a butter beer right now” Harry said while getting off the couch.

As Harry got off, he kissed Draco’s cheek as a goodbye and made way to go out with Ron.

This seemed to bring Draco back to reality, as he too, got off the couch and made his way to Ron and Harry.

He quickly made it to Harry’s side just as he saw Ron put his arm around Harry’s shoulder. That seemed to really set him off.

“Weasley, a word if you will,” asked Draco tensely.

He pulled Ron toward a corner and gave the the famous Malfoy sneer.

“What do you think you’re doing, taking my boyfriend to go get a butter beer?” Asked Draco through gritted teeth.

Ron just gave a lazy smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“What? He wasn’t doing anything so I just asked, plus he’s cute.”

Ron knew he was taking a risk saying that Harry was cute l, but it was well worth the expression that Malfoy had on his face. He was practically livid with what Ron just said. Draco grabbed Ron’s collar and was about to demand that he repeat what he just said about Harry, when said person arrived beside them.

“What’s going on here? Ron, weren’t we going to get a butter beer, and Draco, love why are you grabbing on to Ron’s shirt like that? Please let him go.”

Draco did let go, but that doesn’t mean that he wasn’t any less mad about what Ron had said.

“Ron, could you wait by the door for me please? I’ll just be a minute with this one.” Harry said while pointing a finger at Draco.

Ron did as he was told and then it was just Draco and Harry.

“Draco,” Harry began softly “why were you mad at Ron. Did he do something to you?”

Draco took a couple of deep breaths before he spoke to Harry. He hated admitting his feelings to people, especially when they made him seem vulnerable. Harry was the only exception in this case.

“I don’t like how he was talking to you,” Draco began “he knows I’m your boyfriend, but he’s always doing stuff like this to make me angry. Walking with you to classes, eating with you in the great hall, and now taking you to go get butter beer.” Draco then crossed his arms and pouted. “That’s my job.”

Harry then gave him such a big smile.

He knows that Draco doesn’t like to talk about his feelings, he rarely does. Though there are times when he will, and Harry is so proud of him for those.

He goes up to Draco and with his hand gently caresses his cheek. Draco closes his eyes and leans into the touch.

Harry then moves forward a little and presses their lips together. It’s a sweet kiss. A reassuring kiss. A kiss that shows that Harry isn’t going anywhere.

When they break apart Harry speaks first.

“Oh Draco,” Harry starts “ I love you so much, you know that. I don’t want you to think that Ron’s replacing you because he isn’t. He’s like a brother to me. It’s ok that he walks me to classes, and sits with me in the great hall, and takes me out to butter beer. Do you know why?”

Draco shakes his head.

“Because when it’s cold or I’m feeling sad, it’s you I get to cuddle with. When I’m happy, it’s you that I get to kiss, and it’s you that I get to call my boyfriend, not Ron. I understand that you’re jealous, but there’s no need. It’s you that I want Draco, and it’s you that I have”

Draco didn’t know what to say. So he didn’t say anything. Instead he kissed Harry. A kiss so full of passion and love, and everything else that Draco felt about the boy in front of him.

About the boy he loves,

And about the boy who loves him back.

I’m sorry if this is really bad. I don’t usually write things. Actually I don’t write things at all. This is the first ficlet thing that I’ve ever written, so excuse me if it’s not that great.

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!!!!!

How to love and hate a Potter

A Christmasy thing written in the middle of Spring. I had this idea for a long time and it took some time to finish. I dunno how many words does it have but it is pretty long and with a bunch of grammar errors i bet and with a plot that doesn’t make too much sense. It’s my first Drarry one-shot and English is not my main language. Keep this is mind while reading. Warning! It is long.

The Potters.

 Always finding a bloody way to enter Draco’s life and never leave. Always there to torture the Malfoy Heir and make him develop an obsession for a Potter. First, Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Golden Boy, that Scarhead -and Draco has an awfully long list of nicknames fitting the raven-haired man- sneaked into Draco’s mind and now they got to his son. To his own son, to his pride!

And what’s worse is that Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy is shagging the latest Potter conception.  

But Draco would rather not think about that.

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All Was Well (1/??)

Summary: Harry and Draco struggle with life after the war. Together, things my not be easier, but they sure are more interesting.

A/N: Okay, I lied, it’s going up today. I didn’t realize that I would be able to get done with all my schoolwork as quickly as I did, so I figured I would reward myself and you guys with an early post. I’m kind of worried that they’re ooc, but if I don’t post it now, I know I never will lmao. I really hope I did the pair justice and I sincerely hope you enjoy this first part!

Pairing: Drarry

Word Count: 3014

Warnings: Angst, nightmares, slight panic

Harry thought that, after the war, everything would go back to normal. He would be able to go back to the perfect life he had envisioned with his friends, his girlfriend and his adopted family. He would be able to become an Auror and everything would be fine.

The problem with his plan was that he didn’t plan for the fallout of the war.

He didn’t expect the sheer number of people who would swarm him any time he went out. Not the people touching him or grabbing it his hair, clothes and glasses just for the chance to touch the saviour or, even better, manage to tear off a piece of his clothing.

He wasn’t counting on the number of meetings he would called on to attend or hearings and trials he would be asked to testify at. He never imagined the sheer number of people he would see put away for war crimes. He watched as Death Eaters and snatchers alike were sentenced to Azkaban with varying times to be served.

When the time came, he testified at the Malfoy’s Hearings. It was about a week after the final battle that the owl arrived inviting him to attend the trial and, if possible, testify.

Thanks to his testimony, Draco and Narcissa Malfoy were pardoned with only mild probationary punishments set in place. Unfortunately, Lucius Malfoy was not so lucky.

Due to his place in Voldemort’s inner circle, regardless of turning his back in the end, he was sentenced to Azkaban for thirty five years.

Harry felt horrible when the verdict was reached, but felt a sense of satisfaction knowing that Draco and his mother were free. After the trial, Draco and Narcissa had approached him and thanked him quietly. Draco had refused to meet his eyes and Narcissa stood close to her son, her hand on his arm. Harry had nodded stiffly to them and watched them walk away to speak to Lucius before he was taken to Azkaban.

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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!!

My Writing

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.”

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.

First Lines

Tagged by @phaytesworld (god I love you for this, like, you have no idea)


List the first lines of your last 20 stories (or however many you have altogether). See if there are any patterns. Then, tag your favourite authors.


I LOVE LOVE LOVE fic based tag games like this!! I’m am so down for any story based game things. Fuck I’m so jealous your readers send you asks and shit @phaytesworld you lucky bitch (and omfg they art for you, THEY ART FOR YOU, I am seething with jealousy over here, but also insanely happy for you because omg, just so happy for you and your success. You fuck up my feels bitch)

I’m afraid I really don’t read much, which you’ll understand seeing how many WIP I have, but I’ll just tag some of the people I know on here that write =)

@gloster @dracomysunshinechild @jadepresley @decanthrope @michaelssw0rd … okay, I know I know more writers than that, I know I chat to more writers than that, guys, I’m sorry, my memory sucks! Just do it and say I tagged you (TAG ME PLEASE) so I can be nosy =D

Okay, because I am super excitable a teasing tease who teases don’t you guys even know me, I’m gonna do the last 20 stories PLUS the first few lines of my major WIP mwahahahaha (I didn’t get enough sleep last night, I went to bed before 2am for once, but lay awake outlining a new story in my head)

Let’s get started =D (this is hella fucking long, so I’m putting it under a cut after the first 5, and really, you all follow me, you know me, you know I can’t be concise, I take a very loose definition of ‘first lines’ LOL)

Contained in this post are fics for these ships: Drarry, Pansmione, Parvansy (parvati/pansy), Ginsy (Ginny/Pansy), Victuuri, Merthur.

Last 20 stories posted/updated:

Trends/Patterns? As always, I usually just dive right into the story with minimal set-up details, which I usually intersperse later as needed. I seem to always start with either dialogue, how the character feels, or an action description. I almost never describe the setting, which fits with my biggest writing flaw of almost no background description LOL

1. Amortentia - Drarry

While Harry was studiously attempting to avoid so much as glancing towards their roommate, Ron was blatantly staring. He stood leaning against one of the end posts of his bed, arms crossed, expression cold, as he watched Malfoy unpack his things. The air was so thick with tension that Harry wished someone would say something, but he desperately didn’t want to be the one to do it.

2. Warmth - Parvansy


Pansy jerked at the sound of her name, almost spilling the contents of her bag all over her desk. Parvati caught her eye, and then nodded her head to the empty seat next to her.

“You owe me for helping you in Herbology last week. You’re partnering with me today.” Parvati’s voice was firm, and she had that glint in her eye. All of the Slytherins knew that glint. The Gryffindor glint. Not to be underestimated. And not to be messed with unless one had a plan, and an escape strategy for when it inevitably went pear-shaped. Bloody Gryffindors.

3. Board Games and Rude Awakenings - Drarry

At first, Harry had been nervous, and felt out of place. After a couple of drinks, and nothing more than some rather tame teasing, he relaxed. Blaise was pouting and arguing with Pansy about the legality of the action she’d just made on Harry’s behalf. Harry had no idea what game they were playing, and still didn’t understand the rules, even after having them explained to him three times. But there was an elaborately charmed board, little miniature characters, and a lot of violence.

4. Playing Along - Drarry

Harry sucked in a deep breath. There were footsteps outside. They passed. When he exhaled, he managed to mutter a spell to lock his office door. His hands gripped the far edge of his desk. The near edge was digging into his stomach. He closed his eyes, and inhaled again. Slowly.

“What happened to all that Gryffindor bravery? Scared you might get fired if we get caught?”

Harry shuddered.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Malfoy.”

There was a puff of warm air against his skin. Against his spine. Halfway down, and getting lower, as Malfoy chuckled. 

5. Crumbling Facade - Drarry

Draco tried to ignore everything around him as he organised his things the way he liked. The eighth year students were split between dorm rooms, and the houses were mixed. He’d been hoping he would be placed with Theo, or no Slytherin at all. He’d been dreading sharing a dorm room with Blaise. Perhaps if Goyle had returned the odds would have been in his favour, but they were not.

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A lesson

I liked a guy for over a year. He had a girlfriend for 90% of the time that I liked him. I didn’t do anything to split them up, and I never said how I felt to him. For this, we’ll call him Bob. You see, Bob is my best friend. He’s kind, smart, hilarious and gets me in a way nobody else ever has. My parents also love Bob, and let him come over to my house and hang out whenever.

When Bob and his girlfriend broke up after his mom died from breast cancer over the summer, saying he’d “changed”, Bob was heartbroken. We texted every day and talked to each other about everything. He told me that I was the only one he trusted with this information. He told me things that he’d never told anyone else; not even his family.

Then, last October, he finally got me to admit my feelings, and he told me that he felt the same. I was overjoyed, and so excited to have him to myself after all that time.

Then the stomach aches started. They began whenever I was around him. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I just assumed it was because of mine and Bob’s relationship changing from friends to lovers. Then it started coming when I was home. I’d be in my room and randomly break down in tears and not know what was wrong. I’d wanted to be with my parents all the time because I just felt so shitty for no reason, and I just didn’t understand what was wrong because I wanted that so much. After a few more days, I decided that I couldn’t handle it and talked to him. Instead of telling him what was really going on, I just told him that dating was weird because we were best friends, and broke it off.

Instead of telling him that I had anxiety and a spell of depression, I told the boy I was in love with for more than a year that it was because we were best friends.

That winter was the worst of my life, because of the anxiety and depression. I couldn’t be happy, no matter what I did. My friends, especially Bob, (who has a new girlfriend who I introduced him to while we were dating) noticed that I wasn’t myself and tried to cheer me up, and it working for a bit.

After winter and the beginning of spring, I returned to my normal self. I was happy again, but of course I had lost something that I couldn’t get back.

Now Bob was happy with his new girlfriend, who’s one of my best friends. I lost the love of my life because of my stupid anxiety.

Now, after trying to move on and push my feeling for Bob away, I’ve come to terms with the fact that I still have feelings for him.

And now it’s even worse because of course I’ve moved three states south of him. We text every day and I still haven’t told him that I’m still in love with him, all these months later, because I’m scare that he’ll cut me out of his life.

God Connor, I’m sorry for making your life so difficult with me, and I miss you so much. I regret ever breaking up with you, but mostly not telling you what was really happening.

Yes, there is a lesson in all of this.


Yes, it sucks, but do not make the mistake I did. Tell your significant other what’s going on, and tell them that you need time to sort out your own problems. Tell them you need a break, but you still love them. If they really love you back or care for you back, they’ll understand.

One shot draco x griffindor

Despite the many differences between you and the Slytherin prince you actually liked him, for some reason you couldn’t understand. He was a brat and bothered you more often than not.?And yeah you didn’t get along with him at all, or al least not when you weren’t in class and had to be civil. He really pissed you off, so it was beyond you why you fancied him. You got better along now than when you were smaller though. You used to be as bad as rivals could be. Now you fought sometimes, and loathed each other in silence.
As you were small he was just this spoiled prat, who always had to butt in, but as you grew older you couldn’t help to notice he’s good looks and that the smirk he always used. He grew to become a attractive man. But this year he had been less there, in a way. You noticed something wasn’t right, and you suspected it had something to do with his father and the Dark Lord. You noticed how the smirk he tried to pull off in front of Harry and his friends as he teased them would falter and his eyes would always look tired. He didn’t talk as much, and he didn’t confront people as much. Something was happening to the git you fancied.

Draco on the other hand couldn’t care less about you, he told himself, you where a disgrace to all purebloods. Your family where purebloods, but when he who’s name should not be spoken came back, they vanished. You didn’t know what happened. If they joined him, was kidnapped or killed, or fled. You knew your father supported the Dark Lord, but your mum wanted to stay neutral. And your father didn’t want to actually fight. But, anyway, they left you behind. Which made it hard for you to believe they left at will, but you’ll never know with the father you had. Your parents had both been Slytherin’s in their Hogwarts years, so when you were sorted into Gryffindor they didn’t react so well. Your father shouted at you, and wouldn’t speak to you for months after that, calling you a disgrace to the family name. Your mother on the other hand had tried to comfort you. She stayed with you, but you could see how you had disappointed with you. After that your relationship with your parents was never the same, which made you sad. That’s why you couldn’t tell if they left or was forced away. If they left you to protect you, or to leave you behind. You was pretty sure your mother loved you more than leaving you behind though. But you couldn’t say for sure.
Anyway they were gone, leaving you behind with a crazy old woman, your great aunt, who not only hated you, but also hated everything you loved, or felt you belonged. She despised Gryffindor.
Gryffindor, one of the few places you felt home, where you actually could be yourself. And she tried to ruin it. Luckily she didn’t manage that. You had friends to help you. Sure, you had few friends, but those you had you held dear.

“What are you thinking about?” Neville asked quietly as Snape teached. He used to be so terrified of Snape he wouldn’t dare to make a sound in his class, but since last year with the DA and the fight in the Department of Mysteries he had really grown up. Still afraid of the greasy haired professor, but he didn’t let it define him anymore.
You where currently in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class, and you had been dozing off for about five minutes. “Not much, just family stuff” Neville was one of your few friends, he was like a brother to you, and one of the few who didn’t judge you for your family. You really couldn’t see your life without him. He cared for you and understood you like no others. “Y/N, I can see it’s something else” he said and gave you a cheesy, but nicely curious smile. “Pe–rr perhaps a Slytherin?” He whispered with a cheeky grin on his face nodded toward the front row where Draco Malfoy were sitting. You blushed and kicked his foot under the desk. “Not so loud you brat, do you want a snake to bite your tongue off, because I can get that arranged" you hissed , for so snickering at the face he made as you threatened him. When you looked back up, Snape was no where to be seen and you turned yourself to Neville who was staring with wide, slightly scared eyes and gulping at something, or rather somone behinde you. “Miss Y/L/N?Something important you want to share with the class?” “Yeah, Y/L/N. You need as much help you can get. Maybe if you were better your parents wouldn’t think of you as such a terrible child they left you” Malfoy sniggered from the front row. He’s words cut deep. Was he right ? Snape glared down at you waiting for an answer. Snape only shot Draco a quick glare for his comment, as he interrupted, but quickly set his cold black eyes back on you. He raced a brow as he waited for you to answer. You didn’t. Only shook your head quickly “Thought so. I will not tolerate being interrupted in my class, and especially not if it’s not about the subject. 15 points from Gryffindor. Now turn your attention to the front of the class if you don’t want a detention too, miss Y/L/N" He told you before going back to teaching, but not before snapping at the other students to be quiet as some, including Draco were laughing of your embarrassment. No one could truly understand how you felt in that moment. All you wanted to do was to cry, scream and kill something. So many emotions where twirling around you like a pest and you just wanted your mum back. Everything in your life was slowly falling apart before your eyes.
As soon as the class was over you sprinted to the bathrooms and started crying in a stall. Draco had ruined your day. You knew it wasn’t just him, but it was him who hurt the most, even though you both despised and fancied him, his opinion mattered to you for some reason you didn’t understand. Just being embarrassed by him , even though he did it to everyone, every day, it fucking hurt. Why the heck did you have to have a crush on him of all people. The worst of them all.
You and Draco had had this competitive relationship from the start. Teasing each other and picking up fights. In the start you despised everything about him. But as you got older, and he started growing more up, to some level of course, you couldn’t help but fall for him. Stupid idiot!
A few minutes later you heard footprints coming into the bathroom. You tried to hold on your crying, as you didn’t want the person outside to know you were there. And at least not crying. The footsteps stopped in the middle of the bathroom, and you held your breath. But suddenly, even though you tried to hold it In, you let out a sniffle and a half a sob, before clutching your hand over your mouth. Please say the person didn’t hear that. But then to your surprise a voice said from behind the stall door. “Y/n? Are you in there? I just wanted to say I’m sorry for before and …“ he got cut off by another choked sob, you had tried to hold in. You were now cursing yourself on the inside. That was Draco’s voice? Why is he apologizing or caring to go after you? "Bloody hell your crying ” he sighs from outside the door. “Go away” You called out, your voice horse from the crying “I’m not leaving until you come out. Please. I really am sorry. And treasure that apology, for it’s not everyday or to anyone I apologize” he said . You couldn’t read his tone, if he was serious or not. This was probably one of his plans to humiliate me more. “ I said ‘Go away’ Malfoy !” You shout, with all the venom you can muster up in your voice, forcing it to show him no emotion. “I won’t until you come out Y/F/N” he said seriously. You dry your tears and put on your angry look and open the door with a bam. “ Can’t you just leave me alone, you bloody idiot!” You screamed. “ I get you hate me, and I can’t say I’m too fond of you either, but we’re not children anymore, so stop acting like it! Stop trying to humiliate me at every chance you get! You’re pathetic! Now, for the love of Merlin, leave me alone!” You scream at him at the top of your lungs. Draco is taken aback by your reaction. He immediately feels guilty. He never meant for you to feel that way. Sure he teased you and stuff, but he didn’t actually mean everything he called you and did to you. He kinda just wanted you to notice him, as he had had a small crush on you since second year. You tried to walk pass him and storm out of the room, but he stopped you. “Y/N. Wait. Okay, I really am sorry. I know I’ve always treated you badly. And I shouldn’t. I know I’ve done worse than today before, but it’s still not right. I won’t bother you anymore. But it’s just that… geez how do soft people do this… I kind of fancy you… And I didn’t handle it well. I wanted you to notice me. And what other way than by teasing you I thought. It’s the only way to have contact with you as you’re a Gryffindor, and if I suddenly was nice to you, people wouldn’t react well… And I know I was, sorry, am stupid. But well, now you know. And I swear if you tell anyone, I’ll deny it and hex so bad you won’t be able to stand for weeks!” He said. What– was Draco Malfoy actually saying this? You couldn’t help but smile a little as this made you quite happy. So you bit your lip and looked down.
“When did you turn so soft, Malfoy?” I tease. As I suddenly smirk up at him. Even though it doesn’t have the same affect with red swollen eyes fro crying, it still made him glare.
“I am not soft for your information Y/L/N. And I meant what I said about hexing you” he said icily, and frowned, but you could see a small smile under it.
You looked up at him, suddenly a little nervous.
“Well… I..I kinda fancy you too a bit” you said looking down. You were only waiting for him to reject you and tease you, saying how he pranked you and laugh at you. You winced and looked down as he stood there quiet for a moment before asking, “Really?” Which to you didn’t answer to. You suddenly felt his fingers under your chin as he forced it carefully up, so you were looking at him, before he carefully leaned forward and left a soft kiss on your lips. You were surprised for a few seconds before starting to kiss him back. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he put his around your waist and pulled you closer to him. As close as possible. And there you stood kissing each other, former rivals, till you had to pull away for air. He looked at you, still in his arms, holding you close and smirked. You smiled back at him and you both leaned in again, and your lips met in another sweet passionate kiss. But this time even more passionate as he deepened the kiss, both of you smiling into each other’s lips.

Draco malfoy did not ruin your day after all, and you found out that he was not as mean as many thought, cause underneath it all he was the sweetest and most amazing boy a girl could wish for. He was just Draco. Not Malfoy. And that was everything you needed. Draco Malfoy was actally your savior that day and many more that came…