domestic drarry


“Draco?” Harry was very surprised to see his boyfriend sprawled out on the couch of his flat when he came home. “Aren’t you supposed to be having coffee with your parents right now?“

“Yes, but I left.” Draco let out a deep breath and rolled onto his back. Staring at ceilings was a big part of Draco’s bad moods, Harry had discovered. “They were fighting again. Or ‘having an adult discussion’, as my father always calls it. Though I need you to promise me that if we ever start fighting like that we’ll break up. There can be no love between people who degrade each other like that.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry dropped his stuff on a nearby chair and sank to his knees next to Draco’s head. The man was smiling, but in a very odd, sad kind of way. He quickly kissed the smiling lips in the hope of making that look go away. “Is that why you came here? To be cheered up? Or do you just want tea?”

“Oh, that. No.” Draco let out another deep breath before he spoke again, though this one seemed less devastated and more nervous. “I just said home when I went through the floo and this is where it send me.”

“Oh.” Harry wasn’t sure what to say to that. It felt amazing, like an honour even, that Draco would see his flat as home. But it was also completely inappropriate to be happy and pumped when his lover so clearly felt down and in the gutter. “Do you… Do you want this to be home?”

Draco huffed. “That’s a stupid question.”

“Sorry.” Harry blurted out as soon as he heard the word stupid. “This is a completely inappro-,”

“Of course I want this to be home.” Draco turned his head as he spoke, making Harry shut up. “I’ve never felt welcome like this before. Not anywhere.”

“You-, You really mean that?” When Draco nodded Harry could do nothing to keep the smile from his face. He vividly recalled the moment when he’d first stepped into The Burrow, way too early in the morning now almost fifteen years ago. Being able to make someone else feel like that for the first time in their lives… It was a privilege. A wonderful yet sad privilege. “Move in with me.”

Draco’s eyes went wide. “Harry, you don’t have to-,”

“Shut up.” Harry grabbed both sides of Draco’s face and kissed him, hard. “Shut up and move in with me. You deserve to feel at home. To be home.”

“And you deserve to live your own life.” Draco tried to sit up but Harry didn’t want to let go of his face. “Don’t sacrifice your own space to make me happy.”

“I’m not sacrificing anything, you git. I’d gain the most amazing thing. I’d gain you.” And then Harry kissed his most amazing thing, because he was right there, looking all surprised and Harry couldn’t stand the thought of Draco thinking he was lying. “I’ve always dreamed of making a home for someone, because I didn’t have one growing up. Please let me be that home for you.”

“Okay. Okay I’ll let you.” A shy smile broke through on Draco’s face. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” Harry beamed as something shifted inside his heart. Something that made him feel like he was glowing all over. Something that made him understand the way Mrs. Weasley sometimes smiled when her garden or kitchen was filled with people, laughter and good stories. “And I love this home. Our home.”

“Our home.” Draco repeated the words as if he was tasting them. And then he smiled. “I have a feeling we’ll love that for a very long time.”

“I’d like that.” Harry kissed Draco’s smile. “I’d like that very much.”

I wrote this while rusty and tired so pls forgive me for typos, grammar stuff and spelling…. Also I hope you’ve enjoyed this!


Summer ☀️

  • Draco constantly complaining about the heat and getting sunburnt
  • Harry making sure there’s always enough of Draco’s favourite ice cream in the freezer
  • Harry walking around the house shirtless
  • Draco *loving* the fact that Harry is shirtless all the time
  • taking cooling showers together
  • sitting in their garden and talking for hours while the sun goes down
  • falling asleep under the stars in their hammock
  • lingering kisses in the rain
  • ridiculously dancing in the rain
  • toweling each other dry afterwards and not making it to the bedroom

Autumn 🍁

  • Draco loving the feel of Harry’s cosy sweaters against his cheek as he snuggles up to him on the couch
  • Draco wrinkling up his nose every time Harry gets himself a Pumpkin Spice Latte (“Honestly, Potter, how can you drink that? It’s dreadful!”)
  • Harry getting Draco all kinds of cute fluffy socks because Draco always gets really cold feet
  • hiking (never again!)
  • flying over the countryside
  • sauntering through the farmer’s market
  • having chocolate fondue for dinner (and then each other)
  • watching scary movies
  • Draco not grasping the concept of ‘movies’ just yet and freaking out every single time
  • trying out some Sheet Masks Ginny brought over (Harry: Note to self, no Sheet Masks after watching a scary movie; apologise to neighbours with fruit basket)
  • having Teddy over for a sleepover and building a fort

Winter ⛄️

  • merciless snowball fights
  • building snowmen with Teddy
  • warm Butterbeer in front of the fireplace
  • making love in front of the fireplace until they’re too exhausted to move and fall asleep there
  • taking hot bubble baths together
  • Harry’s head in Draco’s lap while Draco reads to him
  • staying in bed all day and forgetting not caring about the time
  • Harry making Draco’s favourite chestnut soup
  • Harry getting the biggest Christmas tree that can possibly fit in their house
  • Draco hanging up a bunch of mistletoe around the house and insisting they kiss every time they stand under one

Spring 🌷

  • Draco spending most of his day gardening
  • Harry lying in the hammock and watching Draco with a fond smile (because he loves to see Draco amidst all those flowers and also because Draco has banned Harry from touching said flowers ever again. “Merlin, Potter, you’re drowning my hydrangeas!”)
  • holding each other on the evening of May 1st and talking until the sun comes up
  • Seeker games as often as possible (winner gets to decide what new position they’re going to try in the shower afterwards)
  • having a picnic in their garden
  • Harry playfully wrestling Draco down and rolling around in the grass
  • Harry smiling when Teddy spends hours making a flower crown and then puts it on Draco’s head
  • Harry insisting the flower crown stays on later when they’re alone
  • weird Forest Nymph role playing
  • waking up wrapped around each other and feeling the cool morning breeze on their skin

Harry Potter and His Complete Lack of Shower Etiquette.

Harry tossed his uniform over the back of the sofa as he flicked open the top few buttons of his shirt and entered the kitchen to get himself a long drink of water. He was hungry; Draco had already ordered Chinese. The take-out containers sat on the table, neatly arranged in the centre under a Stasis, with two plates, forks and the paper-wrapped chopsticks laid out ready. 

But it was a sudden craving for something cold and sweet that hit him and after pointlessly digging around in the freezer for a few seconds, he gave up and went looking for his boyfriend. He could hear the shower running now, as he walked further into the flat and the muffled humming that seemed strangely magnified as it echoed off the wet tiles. 

The bathroom door was ajar and Harry elbowed his way in. Draco was a long, blurred form in the tub behind the curtain, his hands in his hair as he lathered. He hummed the chorus of the song for a fifth time - he was pants at memorising the rest of the lyrics.

Snorting softly, Harry curled his fingers around a fistful of the damp curtain and pushed it aside with a careless, “Hey, are we out of–”

But his question was drowned out at Draco’s vague humming morphed into a severely high-pitched shriek as he turned around to face Harry, both hands flying down between his legs to cover his bits. Sweet smelling suds of shampoo ran down the sides of his face and his hair was sticking up in wet bunches. The shower was still running, pouring onto his shoulder and back, the steam rising around him like a cloud. His eyes were huge and round with shock and his mouth was open in a scream that went on and on. 

He was frankly completely adorable.

“Stop screaming.” Harry rolled his eyes. “For fuck’s sake, Draco, it’s just me. Are we out of ice cream? I saw a tub in there last week–”

“GET OUT!” Draco shrieked, lifting one hand to violently point a soapy finger towards the door, spattering Harry with streaks of apple scented water. “YOU ILL-MANNERED WRETCH! GET OUT!”

“Oh my god, I fucked you in here only this morning!” Harry reminded him incredulously. “I’ve seen you naked literally every single fucking day for over three yea–”

“HARRY, I WILL STAB YOU IN THE FUCKING EYE!” Draco bellowed, eyes bulging manically, hands curled into fists. “I HATE YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT!–”

“Fine!” Harry was already backing away. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered under his breath as he exited the bathroom, shutting the door firmly behind himself so that the continued screams of have you no sense of propriety whatsoever and how is it that I’ve ended up with a shamelessly indecent, completely uncouth piece of shit like you faded away to muffled screaming coupled with the steady gush of the shower.

Harry laughed for a whole ten minutes.


Harry's 'Sirius' Adventures
  • Draco: I let you live in my house
  • Draco: you get to share my BATHROOM
  • Draco: you basically own the kitchen
  • Draco: and you throw your feet up all over the place as if YOU'RE the one paying mortgage
  • Draco: So please
  • Draco: just for me
  • Draco: don't bring in every single stray dog you see on the street and claim it's because it reminds you of Sirius. I get it. I do. But this is too much, Harry.
  • Harry: *smothered in dogs* You can't do that to me!
  • Harry: See, look. Sirius the Ninth is sad now.
  • Harry: please don't kick out Sirius the Ninth

anonymous asked:

I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?

As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.

He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment.  So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.

Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere.  He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere.  Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.  

It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine.  He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees.  But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.

Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers.  He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child.   He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry.  The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.

However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands.  Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.

And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself.  There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.

“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.

“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.

Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment.  But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.  

Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about  anywhere he can reach. 

 And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way.  So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.

Just let me sleep

For @goldentruth813 for being such a joy on my dash

“Where’s Harry?” Ronald Weasley asked in the hallway. Draco tensed and made sure again that the door of his eight year dorm was tightly locked. It wasn’t that he opposed to people finding Harry in Draco’s bed after a particularly wild christmas party, but he wasn’t sure Harry would appreciate it much.

“Oh, I think he had a little bit too much fun last night.” That voice Draco recognised as well, it belonged to Ginny Weasley.

“What do you mean by that?” Ron asked. Draco crossed his fingers and hoped that Ginny just meant Harry’s drunken state from the night before. He didn’t want to break whatever it was that they had built up over the past months by exposing it too soon. 

“He’s away with the fairy, that’s what she means.” Seamus Finnigan explained as he joined the party outside in the hall. Out of the blue there was a loud thump on the other side of Draco’s bed and a sudden loss of warmth.

“Draco Malfoy is not a fairy!” Harry yelled sleep-drunk at his friends outside, after undoing Draco’s powerful locking charm with a single wandless spell. The Pakistani man had rolled out of bed still naked and was only shielding himself from his friends with the duvet he had stolen on his way to the bedroom door.

“Potter!” Draco yelled, suddenly not caring anymore about people finding out about them now that Harry appeared to be fine with it. “Stop defending my dignity and get back with the duvet! I’m freezing my tits off here!”

There was a bout of laughter audible from the hallway as Draco’s words reached the others.

“Oh fuck off, all of you.” Harry called out as he glared at his friends. “If anyone disturbs me again tonight I’ll hex their buttocks off!”

And with that threat hanging in the air Harry slammed the door shut and made his way back to Draco’s bed, where he promptly fell down on top of Draco. Immediately the freezing-off danger for his tits was decreased by a tenfold.

“You do realise it’s morning, don’t you Harry?” Draco asked with a bemused smile as Harry attempted to shove his head into the crook of Draco’s neck.

“When I said anyone, I was including you.” Harry lifted his head up to glare at him. “Shut up.”

“Not much of a morning person?”

“You’re not going to be a person anymore if you keep talking, asshole.” Harry replied before collapsing on Draco again. But the blonde was only capable of following Harry’s advice for so long, because he had a burning question and due to his lover being so close to him he now also had poor impulse control.

“Why are you so against Finnigan calling me fairy?”

“Because it makes it sound like you’re fragile, which you’re not. I only feel comfortable letting everything out when I’m with you, because you’re strong and I know you can handle everything I throw at you.” Harry pushed himself up on his elbows, which leaned on Draco’s chest where they would surely leave a mark. “Also, fairies are cute and lovable, while you’re an asshole who keeps waking me up at ungodly hours.”

Harry collapsed on Draco again with a groan. Draco chuckled and pulled the man closer to his chest. “Thanks Harry.”

“Shut up Malfoy.”

cooking with drarry

Draco hates cooking.  He’s horrible at it.  Harry is patient with him and tries his best to teach him how, but Draco just can’t get the hang of it.

  • What do you mean it doesn’t matter which direction you stir it?
  • What does it mean “to taste”…of course you’re supposed to taste it.
  • No, “to taste” is not a measurable amount.
  • Dice a small onion?  What kind of onion?  How small? This isn’t being specific.
  • Why are we lighting a grill? outdoors?  We have a perfectly functional kitchen inside.
  • How many times do I stir the sauce?  what? WHy ARE YOU LAUGHING?
  • What did you just put in that skillet?  You didn’t measure, it was a literal handful! With Your HAND!
  • You mean to tell me…you fed me fish…out of a tin?  Are you sure it isn’t cat food?

Draco is about ready to just give up until he discovers…baking.  He loves the way the recipes tell you exactly how much of an ingredient to use, the preciseness of the temperature and sizes of the pans.  Customization of baking recipes felt much more controlled.  Draco says it’s so much like potions it’s impossible for him to do poorly.  Harry insists it’s just because Draco has an outrageous sweet tooth.  

carpemermaid  asked:

Ohh ohh I'm a million years late for the drarry dialogue asks! "There’s something I’ve been meaning to say…" or "Don't make it into a big deal." if you haven't gotten those yet. (or, y'know, together because they could go nicely together ;) *tap dances away*)

JFC, @carpemermaid I’m so sorry for the delay?! (YES I’m still trying to do all of these *cries*) 

Also for @goldentruth813 and anon! ❤️

Draco bursts into the room, immediately spotting Harry on the sofa, and strides over. He walks up and plucks the remote out of his hand, ignoring his splutter of indignation as he turns the television off and flings the remote down before sinking into the sofa next to Harry.

“Look, I’ve been meaning to say something for a while now and I–” Draco grits his teeth, shaking his head with a sharp jerk, “And I just have to get it out okay?!”

Harry blinks, turning slightly in place to face him better, pushing his glasses up his nose. “Okay?”

“And please don’t make it into a big deal?!” Draco requests irritably.

Harry snorts. “I’ll try,” he replies wryly.

“Okay. Okay, I’m just going to say it! I’m just going to say it–”

“I have all night, Draco.”


Draco’s abruptly blurted garble receives a slow blink and an expectant stare.

“That’s it,” Draco clarifies, face heating.

“Oh.” Harry fidgets slightly, frowning at Draco as if trying to figure something out. 

“You could be more pleasant about this,” Draco snaps, lip curling.

“No! I’m– I’m happy! It’s just–” Harry scratches his head like a stupid, fucking git, “I’m…not sure why–?”

“Not sure why I love you?!” Draco asks incredulously. “How about because you’re an infuriatingly good person?! Because you’re strangely handsome even when you’re asleep with your fucking mouth hanging wide open and drool dripping down your chin?! Because you– you put up with all my nonsense, and you helped me cope after the War, and you’re fucking fantastic in bed, and–”

He falls silent as Albus scampers into the room, his little diaper clad bum swaying, the front of his brand new Hogwarts t-shirt stained with chocolate. He thrusts a chocolate frog at Harry, “Open,” he demands imperiously, the stubborn set of his jaw and lazy drawl so reminiscent of Draco that Draco scowls self-consciously. 

“No,” he says pointedly, frowning. “I just opened one of these for you; that’s plenty. Dinner is in half an hour anyway.”

Albus glares, stamping his tiny foot on the carpet, growling out once more, “Open.”

“I said no.”

“Papa, sssshh!” Albus shushes him, flapping one pudgy, chocolate smeared hand at him in annoyance. “Open. Dada, open!”

Harry, who’d watched the whole exchange with a, frankly obscenely amused grin, scoops up the toddler-in-a-strop onto his lap, plucking the sweet out of his hand. “You know I always have trouble opening these, Albie,” he says, eyes wide and innocent. “Papa’s the only one who can open them.”

Albus snatches the chocolate out of Harry’s hand and hurls it at Draco with a scowl before kicking his way out of Harry’s lap and scampering back into the kitchen with an enraged howl.

“I swear he’s getting more spoilt by the minute,” Draco sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “Terrible two’s or not.” Harry picks up the chocolate frog with a nonchalant hum, peeling it open neatly and biting the head off.

He breaks off one leg and feeds it to Draco. “You were saying?” he prompts gently, a slight smirk playing about his hips.

Draco chews in silence, flushing once more. “Nothing,” he says scowling. “You’re being an awfully dull shit about it anyway.”

“I’m not!” Harry laughs. “I’m just confused as to why you’re telling me now.”

“What’s a good time for you then?” Draco drawls, stealing another piece of chocolate.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Harry says airily, “How about seven years ago when I said it to you for the first time and you turned redder than a beet and proceeded to punch me in the stomach?” 

Draco promptly turns redder than a beet. “Merlin, you’re a shit.”

“Or five years ago when I said I love you during our vows and you turned to the audience with a sneer and rolled your eyes?”

“Excuse me, but they all found that hilarious!”

“Or when our son was born and I was crying and you asked me to go get you a bottle of Pumpkin Juice because I was ‘slobbering’ all over you?”

Draco stares at his hands in silence, shifting awkwardly in his seat, expression now upset more than embarrassed. “I know,” he says in a low voice. “I missed a lot of good opportunities, but–”

“But that doesn’t mean you didn’t love me at the time,” Harry interrupts, smiling, expression soft. “You think I didn’t know that you love me?”

“Well, there’s a lot of things you don’t know, Golden Boy,” Draco scowls, “Just thought I’d clarify.”

Harry reaches over and tugs him sharply by the arm, Draco landing in his lap with a soft grunt. “Not true - I know that I’m fantastic in bed.”

Draco’s lip curls, even as he presses closer to him. “I knew you were going to–”

“Say it again.”

“I love you,” Draco responds clearly without missing a beat.

Harry grins, hand warm on the nape of Draco’s neck as he pulls his head down. “Finally,” he breathes against Draco’s lips.

Pretty Good

@chaoticbong You sent this to me quite a bit ago and I am sorry for the wait! Don’t quite know if this is how you imagined it but I had a lot of fun with it! Longer than I thought it would be. 


               “Come on!” Scorpius begged, pulling on Albus’ arm. “If we hurry, we might finish before they wake up.”

               “Just because the sun is up, does not mean that I should be as well. It’s way too early for this.” Albus retorted, keeping his eyes closed, hoping his brother would go back to bed.

               Scorpius scoffed harshly. “It’s noon not five in the morning!” Honestly, he didn’t even know how they were related, let alone twins. Albus was so different than him.

               “It’s just that they both worked late last night and it’s only the first day of summer break. I wanted to make breakfast for them!” Scorpius continued, hoping to plead to the softer side of his brother. The one that Albus tried to pretend didn’t exist.

               Albus sighed heavily, throwing his blanket off him in a huff. “I swear it’s a miracle you were placed in Slytherin. I think Hufflepuff was robbed of you.”

               “It’s not nice to generalize.” Argued Scorpius. “You have Gryffindor tendencies, but you don’t hear me saying anything.” He barely withheld a smirk at the outraged expression on his brother’s face.

               “Hold your tongue.” Albus barked, not bothering to change out of his Slytherin pajamas. “Besides, only other Hufflepuffs care about the generalization of Hufflepuffs.”

               “I’ve got to be adopted.” Scorpius mumbled, leaving their bedroom and going down the stairs. “It’s the only explanation.”    

               “Are you speaking about me?”

               Scorpius looked up to smile at Teddy, who was at the bottom of the stairs with a wicked smirk on his face.

               “I’m the only adopted one here.”

               “That remains to be decided.” Scorpius countered. “Albus and I just can’t be real twins.”

               Teddy shook his head fondly as he ruffled the already messy mop of blonde hair. “I was there when you were born. Granted I was only four at the time, but I distinctly remember there being two babies.”

               “Maybe my real twin got switched at birth.” Albus yelled from the inside of the bedroom, causing both Teddy and Scorpius to roll their eyes. “I should start a search party.”

               “Be quiet.” Scorpius whisper yelled. “I don’t want to wake them up!”

               “What are you up to?” Teddy asked, suspicion heavy in his tone. “I don’t want to have to clean up after either of you nor will I lie on the stand if a murder is committed.”

               “What kind of brother are you?” Albus asked in disbelief, coming down the stairs, black hair neatly in place. “I would lie to the Wizengamot for you. It’s called brotherly love.”

               “No.” Retorted Teddy firmly. “It’s called self-preservation. I refuse to be an accomplice to any of your schemes. The last time I covered for you, I was somehow evading the Canadian Minister at the yearly Survival Remembrance ball.”

               “In my defense—.” Albus began, lie already on the tip of his tongue.

               “—We aren’t doing anything bad.” Scorpius interrupted quickly. Not allowing his brother to blame him in what was no doubt a lie to cover his horrible plan to convince the Canadian Minister that the next Dark Lord was actually Mister Longbottom in disguise. That hadn’t ended well for anyone.

               “I just want to make breakfast for father and dad.”

               Teddy backed away with a haste that surprised Scorpius. “No way. Remember the Father’s Day debacle of 2012? I want no part in this.” He turned around and quickly fled.

               “I don’t know what his issue is.” Albus scratched his head. “It was only a small fire.” There was an indignant pause. “And it only happened once.”

               “Twice!” Teddy called from somewhere in the house. “Don’t forget when you tried to make tea for father when he was sick.”  

               “I thought we all decided that that didn’t happen.” Albus argued, folding his arms across his chest. It was an accident. Cooking just didn’t work with him. Somehow disasters happened every time he even bothered.

               “It was water Al.” Scorpius whispered with a shake of his head as he made his way towards the kitchen. “You were boiling water.” His silence heavily suggested that this shouldn’t have happened.

               “I resent your silent accusations.”

               “If they were silent, then you didn’t hear them.” Scorpius pointed out, pulling out the requirements for pancakes. That was simple, right?

               “Twin magic. I heard them all.” Albus countered, sitting on the table and watching his brother combine everything needed.

               “You do realize that’s just a lie we tell people, don’t you? Twin magic has never been established as legitimate.” Scorpius worried about his brother sometimes.

               “I knew it!” Teddy’s faraway voice could be heard, and it had Albus snorting.

               “Are you going to help me or not?” Scorpius asked Albus, turning on the burners.

               “Oh god.” Teddy whispered from his hiding spot behind the couch, hoping that they wouldn’t burn the house down.

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I like to imagine that Draco is actually the one who tries to keep the Christmas decorations up until late into January whereas Harry is the one who attempts to slowly take a wreath down stealthily only to have Draco start freaking out because
-It’s still winter Potter!!!
-yes but that doesn mean it’s still christmas, it’s almost february!
-!!!! Winter!! Potter!!

Bad Day
  • Harry, the first time Draco has a bad mental health day after they start dating: This calls for a night of pizza, ice cream and bad romantic movies.
  • Draco: No romantic movies please. I’ll cry.
  • Harry: Well I’ll cry first.
  • Draco: Oh you’re on, Potter. I’m the most emotionally repressed person you’ve ever met, I’ll cry a river before you even have a tiny pond.
  • Harry: Yeah, but I grew up believing I was unlovable and now I have you so I'll probably cry before the movie even starts
  • Draco, already tearing up: You weren't supposed to get real with it!
  • Harry: No I wasn't! Now I lost, dammit
  • Draco, hugging Harry: Oh shut up and let me love you you idiot
  • both: *gross sobbing while watching 27 dresses*
On days Harry drinks a bit too much
  • Harry: *drunk* M-MaLFOY!
  • Draco: *pauses in the doorway, startled* Harry? Yeah?
  • Harry: *glares* y-you...YOU, WHAT are yOU DOING in mY HOUSE
  • Draco: *stares* Harry, you should go to bed
  • Harry: Malfoyy how th E HELL did you LSYTHERIN get into my HOUSE
  • Draco: Harry, love, we've been married for the past seven years.
  • Harry: *gasps in shock*
12 years later

This is it! The twelfth day of Christmas! Thank you for reading, I love you all : )

“They’re doing it again,” Pansy said disdainfully as she plopped herself on Blaise’s lap.

“Doing what?” Blaise said, more than a little annoyed. He pushed Pansy off of his lap and she glared at him.

“You’re a real self-righteous prick, you know that?” Pansy said, but Blaise shrugged.

“Everyone we know are self-righteous pricks.”

“Not Granger,” Pansy said pointedly, giving her hair a little toss as she did so.

“You only say that because you have a crush on her. Now, what were you saying before? Who’s doing what again?”

“Draco and Potter,” Pansy said with a roll of her eyes. “They’re taking a winter-wonderland walk around the lake like a pair of lovesick Hufflepuffs.” Pansy paused to sneer. “This is the fifth time this week. I think yesterday I even saw them having a snowball fight.”

“If you can have a crush on a Gryffindor why can’t Draco?”

“That’s different,” Pansy said defensively. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. Blaise rolled his eyes.

“Whatever. I’m happy for Draco. Him and Potter will never be as great of a couple as Theo and I, but still. They really have something. I can see them getting married and having kids and growing old together.”

Pansy fake-gagged. “They better not.”

Draco and Harry returned to Hogwarts from their walk just as the sun was setting.

Draco had just figured out a charm that would make their breath (clearly visible in the cold winter air) morph into shapes and letters. They were  still laughing over Draco making Harry’s breath spell out, ‘I am the Frozen One’ when they stumbled into the castle.

“You have to show Hermione that. She’ll be furious that you know a charm she doesn’t.”

Draco shook his head adamantly. “I am way too scared of Granger to make her upset.”

“Oh, is it because of third year? Poor Draco is still traumatized by that?” Harry teased as he took off his gloves and shoved them into his pockets.

“Shut up,” Draco said, and he swatted Harry with the Slytherin scarf he’d just taken off. Harry laughed. For Draco, Harry’s laugh was infectious, so he began laughing too.

They were still laughing and walking down the corridor when suddenly the two of them became stuck in place. Harry tried to taking another step, but he found that he couldn’t.

“What the-”

“Potter, look up,” said Draco.

Harry did, and above his and Draco’s heads he saw a mischievous, evil, little plant.

“Mistletoe,” Harry said.

“Yes, mistletoe,” Draco said. He tilted his head as he seemed to consider something.

“What?” Harry said, turning slightly pink because he thought Draco might be thinking about kissing him.

“Just, it’s a little odd that you recognized the mistletoe, isn’t it? I mean, I’ve always assumed you were bollocks at Herbology.”

Harry chuckled nervously and shoved Draco lightly. “Don’t be a prat.”

“Why not? It’s what I do best.”

“Because this,” Harry pointed up at the mistletoe, “is a real problem. How do we get rid of it?”

“We kiss,” Draco said simply. Harry gulped. “Or we wait an hour.”

Harry breathed heavily. “Well, what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?”
“Well, we could kiss.”

“We could.”
“Or we could wait an hour.”

“Yes, that is also an option.”

There was a moment of awkward silence before Harry said, “I wouldn’t mind kissing you.”

“Really?” Draco said excitedly. Upon realizing how eager he sounded, Draco changed his tone to make it indifferent then said again, “Really?”

Harry fidgeted with the gloves in his pocket and nodded. “Yeah. I mean, I like you. Don’t you like me?”

“Of course. But, do you like me or like like me?”

“Well, I thought we were- That is, I- Yes. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?”

Draco’s eyes widened and he nodded slowly. “Yes, um, please do.”
Harry leaned in hesitantly. He put a hand on Draco’s cheek and Draco’s eyes fluttered shut. Harry knew his heart was going faster than a Firebolt when he closed his eyes as well and lightly pressed his lips to Draco’s. Draco made a small sound, like a whimper, or something. Harry didn’t know if that meant he should stop, so he moved to pull away, but then Draco grabbed him by the waist and pulled him closer. He let Harry deepen the kiss and made one of those little whimpers again, which Harry figured out was a good sound.

A decent amount of time passed before they pulled apart. When they did, Draco confessed quietly, “Um, I probably should have told you this sooner, but I like like you.”
Harry smiled. “I like like you too.”

When Draco and Harry entered the eighth year common room later that night hand in hand, Pansy sighed a horrible, drama-queen sigh.

“Fuck my life,” Pansy said, and Blaise winked at her.

“Fuck my life,” Pansy said again, twelve years later at the Malfoy-Potter Christmas party.
“Watch your mouth,” Blaise told her snarkily as he piled another four eclairs onto his plate. “There are children here.”

Pansy eyed Blaise’s over-full plate in disgust and said, “Sorry, but they’re doing it again.”

“Who’s doing what again?” Blaise said, not taking his eyes off his dinner.

“Ugh, them,” Pansy said, gesturing to Draco and Harry.

Blaise glanced up, smirking when he saw the Malfoy-Potters standing under the mistletoe hanging in the doorway to the kitchen, kissing passionately as if no one else was there. “Don’t you hate it when I’m right?”

Pansy glared sharply at Blaise. “What do you mean when you’re right?”

“I predicted this, didn’t I? They’re married, they have kids,” Blaise paused to smile and wave at Lyra and Lily, Draco and Harry’s twin four year olds, seated at the kids’ table. “And they bought this big house to grow old together in.”

Pansy sighed. “I do hate it when you’re right.”

Tf guys

You know what I don’t get? The fact that in fanon, it’s always Harry who makes a mess and Draco who’s the clean one. I mean think about it, Harry grew up needing to tidy every fucking thing in the house. He’d probably have a panic attack when the sink is filled with to-be-washed dishes or when there are dirty socks everywhere. 

Because what if uncle Vernon sees that? I bet Harry might not even allow himself to eat if he accidentally breaks a cup. After all that was the way things went for the first 10 years of his life. 

And then you have Draco, who might look immactulate, but who also grew up in a manor full of house elves. He’s probably the worst, most messy roommate you can get, because he’s a Malfoy. Malfoy’s don’t clean anything, they have staff for that. 

He’d just leave cups and socks (the Malfoy’s would have human staff for laundry. I mean Narcissa/Lucius washing their own dirty underwear? I think not) and towels everywhere, and expects them to be cleaned up by someone else. 

Idk, just something to think about

Draco: Oh god I’m so tired right now.

Harry: That’s all you’ve got to say? It’s afternoon now and you just woke up!

Draco: That was a mistake. Since I’ve already missed morning I’ll be sleeping until it’s morning again.

kitkatzoe101  asked:

If your prompt ask is still going on, can you maybe to do where Harry is obsessed with doing domestic things for Draco and Draco is like "woah! Does not compute!"

Draco walked right past Harry when he got home despite there being a table full of food.  Grabbing the bread from the pantry, he went to the fridge for more.

“What are you doing? I made dinner,” Harry asked.

“Good for you.  I haven’t and I’m starving. Hence,” Draco held up the sliced turkey and a tomato.

“I mean I made dinner for us,” Harry said. 

“Oh, okay.”

After dinner Draco went to the living room and sat in his usual spot before grabbing a book from the table next to him.  Harry came in, sat on the sofa next to Draco.  He pulled Draco’s feet into his lap and began untying the laces.

“What are you doing?” Draco asked. “I can unlace my own boots.”

“I know you can.  I just like spoiling you.  That’s what boyfriends do,” Harry said.

“You think…you think we’re boyfriends?” Draco asked.

Harry looked up at Draco, smile gone and said, “We live together. We’ve been sharing a bed for almost a month.”

“I thought you just needed help with the rent,” Draco said.

Harry’s eyes went wide.

Draco laughed. “You know I’m joking. I guess I just need a bit of time to adjust to the attention.”

Harry smiled at Draco, “Take whatever time you need, because I intend on spoiling you as often as I’m able.”

“I’m sure I’ll get used to it,” Draco said, “and for what it’s worth, I’ve considered you my boyfriend since sixth year.”

harry: so how was your day?

draco: good.

harry: my day was also amazing I had so much fu-

draco: baby don’t speak while we’re eating please

harry: oh…

draco: thank you


draco: can you give me the-