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Waiting

Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with his life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already. Waiting.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

The Ice Prince

I’ve read lots of HCs where Harry is a painter or a sculptor ar any form of artist but what about Draco ? So I had this idea…


~Draco is a sculptor and he can literally make sculptures out of anything like wood, glass, sand, ice, anything !!
~Imagine Harry joining one of Draco’s winter workshops for people who want to learn ice sculpting
~Harry discovering he is actually quite good at this and Draco looks quite good too
~Good was an understatement though, for Draco looked stunning just like all the sculptures in and around the workshop
~And Harry found himself falling
~Falling for the way Draco explained the intricacies of the art
~Falling for the cute way he would furrow his eyebrows and stick his tongue out while making a sculpture himself
~Falling for the way his hands would flow over the sculpture
~Falling for him
~Harry wanting and trying to ask Draco out but Draco acting polite and distant and cold
~All the while Draco trying to distance himself from Harry for no reason other than to save himself a heart break because Harry Potter can find someone 1000 times better than Draco Malfoy anytime of the day
~Harry deciding that he will win over Draco one way or another because he is worth it
~So on the last day, when all the participants of the workshop had to submit a sculpture they made themselves, Harry submitted his at the very last
~It was Draco’s bust and it was so beautifully made that it nearly made Draco cry and then he noticed the title
~“The Ice Prince”
~Draco pulled Harry towards him and kissed him right there
~That’s when Harry Potter realized that Draco Malfoy is not entirely an Ice Prince.

Fin

Things I will ask Tom Felton if I ever meet him*:

1. What do you love about Draco? What do you think his strengths are? (To be clear, I know what he loves about *playing* him. I just wanna hear him compliment some aspect of the character.)
2. If you were going to write a drarry fanfic, how would you get Draco and Harry together?
3. Will you take off your shirt for a minute?

*I reserve the right to add inappropriate questions to this list as they occur to me.

ladyleanam  asked:

Headcanons for ginny x luna or draco x luna? Congrats on 500😘💚💚💚

Thank you!!! I’m doing Draco/Luna, though I also did linny here if you’re interested <3

muggle AU!

  • Draco first saw her at one of Pansy’s parties.
  • Her blond hair was tied up loosely with a hairband that looked like a butterfly and she had some flowers entwined with her hair just above her forehead, she was wearing a bright yellow dress, and – his eyes widened as his gaze slowly moved down – no shoes at all.
  • His gaze lingered a bit at her ankles, the curves that stood up from the lowest parts of her legs, shaped in way that looked like some artwork of a sculptor. 
  • There was something captivating about them, he thought dazedly. With perfect ratios.
  • She was talking animatedly to Pansy’s girlfriend, who was frowning slightly.  Draco couldn’t help walking close to listen.
  • “That sounds too far-fetched even for a conspiracy theory,” Hermione said, “I mean, considering –”
  • The blond girl shrugged, and smiled – an innocent smile that made Draco’s heart flutter – as she remarked, “Real life doesn’t always have to make sense or be logical. That’s the difference between reality and fiction, yes?”
  • Before he realized what he was doing, Draco heard himself saying, “Truth is stranger than fiction, but it is because fiction is obliged to stick to possibilities, truth isn’t. Mark Twain said that, I think.“ 
  • He was pretty sure he was right, the tutor his mother had founded him had made him read all about Mark Twain when he’d been younger.
  • Both girls turned around to face him. Hermione scowled slightly, but the blond girl beamed at him, “Yeah. Byron also said something similar.”
  • Pansy approached them, holding some drink in her right hand and flinging her left arm across Hermione, “Hey, darling. Getting philosophical again here? Oh, Luna, I see you’ve met Draco.”
  • “We were discussing about truth and fiction,” she smiled brightly at Pansy, “though I didn’t know his name before.”
  • Draco quickly held out his hand at her, “Draco Malfoy. Pleasure to meet you.”
  • Draco wanted to kick Pansy when his wretched best friend added, smirking, “Don’t mind him. He’s always a bit pretentious when he’s first meeting smart girls he wanted to impress.”
  • “Yeah,” Potter chimed in from out of nowhere, “I think Hermione was pretty impressed when Malfoy suddenly showed up at her house and threaten her not to toy with Pansy’s heart a few months back.”
  • “Well, I think that’s cute,” Luna said, still smiling, and Draco felt his cheeks reddening a little. She took down a flower from her hair, “I’m Luna Lovegood. Would you mind if I help you put this onto your hair?”
  • Hermione and Pansy looked amused, and Potter even more so. But Draco ignored the lot of them, his eyes only focusing on Luna, the slightly eccentric girl who seemed to know a lot about literature and conspiracy theories, and put flowers in her hair. He gave her a smile, and said, “Yes. Of course. I’d love that.”
  • The smile she gave him back was as blinding and as warm as the sun.

finishing up the 500mmc asks

A Night Out

Cho Chang was sipping her Martini in the corner of the café. “I love this place. Never thought I’d say this but Blaise Zabini made a fantastic and much needed safe space. It has a much better vibe than most wizarding pubs.”

Though ‘The Liar’ had more muggle than magical customers, the concealment charms were done so well witches and wizard could walk and talk freely without any risk of exposure. There was even an enchantment in place to notify magical folk if someone knew about the wizarding world or not, making it a lot easier to flirt without falling on your face, which was useful since this was the only place in Britain where queer witches and wizards could try to court muggles or each other without the risk of being outed.

If you didn’t have someone’s permission to mention they were queer to people outside of the pub, then you couldn’t bring it up. It was physically impossible, a trick Draco Malfoy had learned during his career as death eater. Every time he woke up because of a nightmare, bathing in cold sweat, he thought about how he’d used his teenage mistakes to create a safe place for lgbt people like him with one of Voldemort’s favorite spells, and then he could relax again.

“I agree. In most pubs everyone keeps looking at me like ‘Oh, there’s the bitch that abandoned our saviour, how dare she show her face in public.’ Like, have they ever even thought that there might have been a reason I left Harry that wasn’t self-centered and awful?” Ginny took a sip of her wiskey. Since she’d become a mom free nights like this had become way to sparse for her liking, so she made good use of them when the opportunity presented itself.

Cho nodded in agreement. “Last week I was at the leaky cauldron, and some middle aged wizard actually came up to me, saying 'I’m so sorry for your loss, Cedric was a wonderful and gifted boy’, like, yes I miss him, but am I supposed to mourn about him 24/7? Am I not allowed to smile and be happy? It’s not that I don’t care about his death but it’s been fifteen years! I never opted to be the national face of mourning lovers!” She chucked back her drink and let out a frustrated sigh.

“Anyone need a refill?” Oh, if her mother could see her now. Molly would jump out of her skin.

“Evening Malfoy, haven’t seen you here in ages. And a vodka tonic since you’re asking.”

“Pans, get us some shots will you?” Malfoy sat down next to Ginny with a dramatic sigh.“That ex-husband of yours will be the death of me Weasley, I swear to Merlin.”

“Don’t offer drinks if you’re not getting them yourself, you idiot.” But Pansy went to fetch them anyway. She knew how tired and worn out Draco’s job made him, and his nights off were even more scarce than Ginny’s.

“Sorry love, tough day at work. Can’t be bothered.” He let his head rest on Ginny’s shoulder. Only three years ago they’d met for the first time since the war, but with both of them being recently divorced and queer in a homophobic society they had gotten over their differences quicker than expected.

“Not introducing me now, are we? How rude.” A tall blue haired woman in a tailored red suit approached their table.

“Ginny, Cho, meet Gabrielle. Gabrielle, meet Ginny and Cho. She’s the new Hogwarts nurse and a pain in the butt. Wouldn’t get too cozy with her.”

Ginny didn’t respond. The hair, the combat boots, the long row of piercings in her left ear, the suit. This was her. This was her dream girl. Damn.

The woman unapologetically moved first over Draco and then over Ginny, flopping down in the corner of the booth. Pansy came back with a tray full of vodka shots and began a rapid conversation in Chinese with Cho. Judging by the tone of her voice it was gossip.

Normally Ginny hated it when they locked her out of conversations like that, but the impression of the clad-in-red ass was too fresh in her memory, rendering her unable to think of anything but that. Anything but butt.

“Well Gin. Long time no see eh? Last time we met was at my sister’s wedding I think?” Ginny looked at her with new eyes. Of course. That Gabrielle. Gabrielle Delacour. She hadn’t recognized her since she now had short hair and a lean, mature body.

“Je crois que tu as réduit Ginny au silence, Gab. Félicitations, ça n'était jamais arrivé avant, même quand elle m'a vu avec Pansy dans un bar gay à Paris.” Noted Draco.

“Honnêtement, avec un corps pareil je me fiche pas mal de son silence.” Gabrielle let her eyes roam the redhead’s body for a bit, before downing her first shot and extending her hand.

“I believe new introductions are in order. It has been way too long since that wedding.” Stunned, Ginny shook her hand. There was a firm grip from both parties despite the fact that Ginny felt like she could die right there on the spot. She’d thought Fleur was beautiful, but the suit and bright blue hair dye of her sister made her feel things she’d never experienced before. Things she didn’t even know she could feel. Damn.

After another round of shots Ginny could still only listen to the woman sitting next to her, still a bit too dazed to form a full sentence. It was probably the veela blood in her veins. It had to be.

“While Ginny’s still searching for her tongue, I have to ask Draco, how exactly is Harry going to be the death of you?” Cho was usually the quieter one, but she’d downed a few drinks and could now almost outdo Pansy when it came to gossip. They were a good couple, Chang and Parkinson.

“How not is a better question. He came into my classroom three times before lunch, three times! I think even my least intelligent students are starting to notice how often their defence professor has potion related questions now. I even confiscated a betting list. Three sickels if 'Drarry’ becomes 'canon’ before the end of the year.” Draco stressed Drarry and canon with greatly exaggerated air bunnies. “I don’t even know what canon means, but if I guessed it right about half of my sixth years are going to lose some serious money if me and that idiot don’t snog before June.”

“Oh quit your whining Draco, it’s not like you don’t want 'Drarry’ to be 'canon’ or something.” Gabrielle grinned at him, looking way to smug for Draco’s liking.

He let out a deep sigh. Yes, of course he wanted to snog Potter senseless sometimes, but the messy haired man didn’t seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation. The school board already wasn’t happy with Draco as a head of House and potions professor, and turning the saviour into an unnatural, disgusting homofile could very well be the last nail in his coffin. Even if he was the only Slytherin teacher and the snakes would therefore be left without guidance if he was fired.

The needs of his students were much more important than his need to be loved. Need to be loved, ulgh. Since when did I become so sappy? Sappy for Potter of all people.

“I think Harry knows exactly what he’s doing. Or not exactly, obviously. I mean we’re still talking about Harry here, but he knows the complications of a possible relationship. He wants to use his fame for something good, something noble.” Ginny had found her tongue back, apparently. She’d also made quick use of the situation when Draco lifted his head off her shoulder by leaning into Gabrielle. Inch by inch they were drifting more towards each other, like slow working magnets.

So you’re saying he just wants to fuck me to make wizarding Britain less homophobic? Should’ve seen that one coming.”

“Draco! Don’t say stuff like that! If Harry is really going to use you I will personally knock him of his high horse and tell him he can’t treat people that way. But I won’t have to because he’s genuinely interested, and he doesn’t use people. That’s just not how he is. Get over it Malfoy, you just turned into a lovable person.” Ginny looked at him with fire in her eyes. Try to disagree with me and I will fight you, they seemed to say.

“Drarry? Is that how the kids are calling it these days?” Gabrielle snorted, removing the sudden serious atmosphere out of the conversation. “I’m sure I could think of a better couple name for the two of you.”

Draco muttered something that sounded like ‘This is exactly why I didn’t want to bring Gabrielle with me’, but other than that he responded by dropping his head on the table with a loud thud.

“Ah, look! He’s embarrassed!” Ginny upright laughed at him while slamming her hand on the table. Smooth as fuck Gabrielle “supported” Ginny’s laughter by putting an arm around her muscled waist.

“What about Malpot?”

“Or Potfoy!”

Suddenly Pansy grew serious. “Guys. Guys. Guys. Hear this. Harky.” Cho nearly choked on her drink.

“No, no, no, no, no. Listen. It should totally be Draky.”

“Aaaand…. I’m leaving.” Draco got to his feet and dramatically swung his cloak over his shoulder. “At least Harry and I have a ship name that sound better than Gabinny.”

“Oi! At least Ginny and I do more than awkwardly talk about potions.” Gabrielle put another arm around Ginny’s waist and pulled her on her lap. “Can’t say that about you two.”

“Can’t say what about who?”

Draco turned on the spot.

And was met with a pair of emerald green eyes.


Translation of the french lines (provided by the lovely @jk-destroyed-our-best-gay-ships ):

“I think you rendered Gin speechless Gab. Congratulations, that has never happened before, not even when she first saw pansy and me in that Gay club in Paris.”

“Well, with a body like that I sure don’t mind her silent to be honest”

This one shot is for @sappypotter because she was feeling down. Hope things get better soon!

for-witchcraft-and-wizardry  asked:

for the 500 mmc: Drarry or Dramionarry (I know, it's not a pairing... if that's not okay for you, than Wolfstar) <3

thank you!! i’m going to do Drarry <3

(sorry this got a bit angsty lol)

  • Draco escaped Britain after the war ended.  
  • There were just too many awful memories here for him, from the Malfoy Manor where every step he took he could still see the Dark Lord’s shadows, to Hogwarts, where he was constantly reminded of Vince’s death, of Dumbledore’s death, of the final battle.
  • After roaming aimlessly in Europe for a while, he then left for the States and eventually landed himself in California.
  • L.A. was all sunshine and dry and so unlike England in many ways, which was supposedly a good thing because it was what he wanted to escape from. (Except, sometimes at late nights, he still missed his home.)
  • And it was a large enough city to get lost in, to hide himself, to start a new life and pretend nothing was wrong in his past seventeen years of life.
  • He didn’t miss anything. At all. Or so he told himself.  He needed this clean break, this fresh start, and he definitely wanted to completely cut off everything in his past –
  • – except that a small voice inside him told him he didn’t. Not really. But he ignored it. 
  • One day, he ran into someone oddly familiar as he drank at a local muggle pub.
  • Draco thought that he must be too drunk because his eyes was definitely playing tricks on him, since there was no way it’d be Harry Potter.  Because what could the saviour of the wizarding world be doing here?
  • “Malfoy,” the Potter-looked-alike said, sounding surprised.
  • “Potter?!” Draco asked, incredulous, still wondering if this was some trickery. “What are you doing here?”
  • “Getting drunk. Running away from England.” Potter’s mouth twisted, “Same as you, I suspect?”
  • “What do you have to run away from?” Draco asked scathingly, unable to keep the bitterness out of his voice. “You won, remember?”
  • Potter just stared at him for a long time, before saying, “That doesn’t mean you’re the only that had awful memories of the war. Hell, I’ve Voldemort lived inside my head. I’ve been killed by him once. Did you think that was pleasant?”
  • Draco flinched, and Potter softened a bit and sighed, “Sorry. I’m just – tired is all. Of everything.”
  • Draco didn’t expected to feel any form of sympathy or understanding for Potter, but at that moment, he did.  
  • Draco studied Potter – he indeed looked tired of it all. And at a closer look, Potter’s eyes looked like someone who’d been through too many things, like there were some complicated stories behind them.
  • They were deep and enchanting and drowning, and Draco found himself getting lost in those emerald green eyes – drowning in them.
  • It felt like free falling, unstoppable and irrevocably speeding up into something that was surely going to be disastrous.
  • “Malfoy, are you alright?” Potter asked, giving him a strange and concerned look, and suddenly, Draco felt like he couldn’t breathe.
  • “Yeah,“ he choked out, “I’m fine.“
  • He closed his eyes, but the image of Potter only became sharper in his mind, like some zoom-in camera, with every single detail of Potter’s irritatingly good looking face visible, and Draco knew that he was most definitely not fine.
  • After all, how could anyone be fine of coming to realization of falling in love with their archenemy?

500 followers MMC headcanon celebration

rings

pairing: draco malfoy x blaise zabini x ginny weasley
word count: 1632
a/n:
 I started writing this the other week, after first seeing this post pop up on my dashboard and being inspired. anyways, now that I’m done nano I decided it was time to finish it off. hope you enjoy!


“What the fuck have you done to yourself, Zabini?”

Blaise is standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom they share, turning his head to the left and right. Over his shoulder, Draco is glaring also into the mirror, squinting slightly through the post-shower fog to catch a glimpse of whatever it is that’s sparking in Blaise’s nose.

“Piercing.” Blaise responds, voice smooth and deep as always. “Do you like it?” He turns on his heel and notices that Draco’s eyes skim down over his chest, muscular and still dripping from his shower. It takes a minute for the pale blonde to flick his eyes up to Blaise’s face.

“Hmm.” Draco muses, and steps closer, into the muggy heat of the bathroom. He leans a little closer still, looking at the way the thin gold ring contrasts against Blaise’s dark skin. On another man, it might look like a bull ring. On Blaise, it makes him look regal, disarming. More so than he already is, which Draco hadn’t actually thought was possible. “That depends.” He decides, and Blaise raises a brow.

“On?”

Draco closes the distance between them and presses his lips against his boyfriends, claiming them in an aggressive kiss. “Can I still do this?” He murmurs against Blaise’s lips, nipping the bottom one possessively.

“God yes,” Blaise mumbles back, suddenly grateful that he hadn’t bothered to put his clothes back on.


“Have you gotten another one?”

Blaise is unwrapping a thin scarf from around his neck, and he nearly curses Draco’s incredibly excellent eyesight at catching the ring that is now nestled on the inside of his left ear.

“Yes.” He says, simply.

Draco rolls his eyes as he crosses their small apartment to take a closer look. “I mean, I certainly understand rebelling against your parents-“

“Wasn’t I your rebellion?”

“Exactly.” Draco grins, unable to stop himself. “But, you’ve only just gotten the other one. Your mother is in, what, Sicily right now? She’s not even seen the first one yet.”

Blaise shrugs in a way that looks like liquid and wraps his arms around Draco’s body, tugging him closer still and pressing a kiss to the blonde’s forehead. “You’re right. Actually, I was trying to get the piercers number.”

Draco can’t help it, he rolls his eyes again. “And?”

“No luck. I believe her exact wording was ‘ I don’t date cocky assholes.’”

Draco can’t stop the snort that escapes his lips. “She’s not wrong, you know. You are rather cocky.”

“Why shouldn’t I be? I’m gorgeous, dating a stunning man, I can still date pretty girls…” Blaise grins, charming and seductive and definitely cocky. “Speaking of cocks,” he mumbles, and slides his hand down Draco’s front.


The next one takes three weeks. He doesn’t even make a show of not mentioning it. “What do you think?” It’s his other ear now, a small golden flower sparking with emerald gems pressed against the flat cartilage on top.

“A flower?” Draco says, with a sigh.

“Flowers are pretty.” Blaise says, already pulling his shirt off. “I like pretty things.” He reaches for Draco’s shirt and, thankfully, the blonde doesn’t complain.

“Jesus,” Draco mumbles, as Blaise kisses his neck and then lower with fervour. “You’re always so horny when you get home. What’s so great about this girl? Do her nipples taste like whiskey?”

Blaise laughs, now on his knees and tugging Draco’s pants down to his ankles. “I’m not sure. Still can’t convince her to come on a date. But, if you met her, you’d agree with me.” And then his mouth is too occupied to explain any further, and Draco is definitely not complaining.


“I’ve figured out how to get her to agree to go one a date with me.”

Blaise is lying next to Draco in bed, tracing his finger over his boyfriend’s pale skin, enjoying the way Draco flinches to try and stop himself from laughing. Draco likes to pretend he’s not ticklish, because apparently it isn’t manly to giggle. Blaise knows better. He always knows better.

“Well, go on, entertain me.” Draco drawls, voice still thick with sleep.

Blaise grins, and leans forward to nip at one of Draco’s small nipples. “I’m going to get my cock pierced.”

Draco sits bolt upright, nearly smacking his head into Blaise’s as he goes. “Excuse me?” He sputters, looking over at his boyfriend as though he’s grown a second head.

Blaise shrugs, unaffected. “I figure, once she sees what she’s missing out on she’ll have to say yes.”

“But!” Draco is shaking his head now, trying to wrap his mind around this. “I happen to like that cock.”

“Who’s to say you won’t like it more with a ring in it? Could be good for… stimulation…”

“Blaise, get your hand off me.” Draco chides, but he only half-heartedly smacks the dark hand away from his body. “Right. This is it. I need to see this girl with my own eyes and figure out exactly what’s causing this reaction.”

Blaise, sure that Draco can’t see the glint of his eyes, doesn’t stop the devious smile that breaks out over his face.


They go to the piercing studio that afternoon, Blaise’s fingers twined around Draco’s as they open the door and step in out of the cold. Draco spots her immediately. He’s not sure why he’s so convinced this is the girl - she isn’t Blaise’s usual type.

She’s short, with wide shoulders and thin hips and long straight red hair. She’s got a ring through her bottom lip, a stud in her nose, and he can see nearly a dozen in one of her ears. It’s probably because of the way she grins when she spots Blaise, and then her face falls when she glances down and realizing he’s holding someone’s hand. A man’s hand.

Normally, Draco would count that as a point for him. Their relationship has always been open and comfortable like that, but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy getting to be the one Blaise comes home to more often than not. Except. Except, he can’t help but wonder what this girl sounds like when she comes, what her creamy skin tastes like under his tongue. What she would look like with Blaise on top of her. If she could take them both.

His mouth goes dry. Blaise glances over, and grins. And suddenly it all clicks.

“You bastard.” He whispers, under his breath, and Blaise pretends he hasn’t heard as he turns towards the redhead.

“Gin,” he greets, warmly. His voice is lacking the usual layer he spreads on thick as honey when he’s trying to seduce women. He sounds genuine. She smiles back and heads over to greet the men.

“Blaise, good to see you again.” Draco can tell she’s trying to keep her voice neutral, but failing - she seems to wear her heart on her sleeve, or at least on the furrow in her brow.

“This is my boyfriend, Draco.” Blaise introduces, letting go of Draco’s hand so that he can shake the girls.

“Ginny, nice to meet you.”

Draco can’t help it, he plucks her hand out of the air and presses his warm lips to the back of her knuckles, and his own voice is certainly husky when he speaks. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Ginny flushes and removes her hand and looks to Blaise. “What can I do for you today? Another piercing already?”

Blaise shakes his head, and looks back to Draco who can’t seem to take his eyes off the redhead. When Blaise glances over, he realizes it is because her shirt has shifted and he can now see the outline of a barbel in her nipple through the thin cotton. “Not today, love. Actually, I figured I’d see if you were still intent on not giving me your number.”

Ginny’s frown deepens and she looks back over to Draco, who forces himself to meet her eyes instead of her breasts with his gaze. “Am I missing something?”

Draco decides he can handle this situation better than his cocky asshole of a boyfriend. “You see, we’re not entirely… conventional.” Draco explains. “I suppose you’d classify our relationship as open?”

At this, her red eyebrows perk up in interest and she looks back at Blaise, before licking her lips. “Interesting.”

Blaise is about to say something, but Draco speaks before his boyfriend can, unable to stop himself. “How much did that hurt?” He asks, waving at her chest vaguely.

Now, Ginny smirks and steps slightly closer to him. “Nothing I couldn’t handle, though, I’m a bit of a fan of pain. Bit unconventional myself, I suppose.”

Blaise swallows thickly beside him, and Draco smirks in response. “When does your shift end?”

She glances back over her shoulder behind the counter. The man standing there is tall, and his red hair matches hers, though it’s tied up in a bun at the back of his head. He has a tattoo of what looks like a dragon wrapped around his arm, and a large scar across the left side of his neck. She seems to have an entire conversation with him in a series of brow raises and intense glares, and then she turns back and flashes a stunning smile at the two tall men in front of her.

“Right now. Tell me that you live close.”

Blaise has found his voice again, and he steps forward and slips one of his large dark hands into her small creamy one. “Two blocks.” He says.

“Perfect. Lead the way.” 

Draco slips his hand down into her other one and they leave the shop together, and Draco decides firmly that if all of Blaise’s rebellions look like this, he’ll be the first one in line to buy a megaphone in the morning.

  • I swear, ship whoever you want, but do not ruin Ginny's life or kill her off just to make yourself feel better about your Drarry ship. At least give her a new badass bae and a good life. Don't ruin the female characters just to support your m/m ship.

Imagine if Harry and Draco were fighting side by side at the battle of hogwarts and before the fight starts Draco looks over at Harry and Harry looks over at Draco, and Draco just says “scared potter” with a small smile on his face and Harry will smile back and say “you wish”

  • why people think jk rowling considered killing ron off: he was the most useless of the trio and jo hated him and she wanted hermione to be with harry
  • why jk rowling actually considered killing ron off: she was at a really bad place in her life when she thought of it as an option because she knew that ron's death would have the most impact as he was extremely important and if anything was going to break harry beyond repair it would be him thinking that he led this best friend (aka the person who meant the most to him) to his death
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Draco’s existence had been cloistered and protected until this point; he had been a privileged boy with little to trouble him, assured of his status in the world and with his head full of petty concerns. Now, with his father gone and his mother distraught and afraid, he had to assume a man’s responsibilities.

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Saint Charlie - Chapter 1 - butterymagicalprince - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

summary: draco is an alcoholic; charlie, who works night shift on the st mungo’s ward for war survivors, resolves to help him.

tagging some lovely people: @charlieweesley for being so lovely about the stuff i’ve written already, and @audrxyweasley for the percy in this fic being awesome as hell

Slice of life Drarry?

Because we can literally pick out the cutest things but how about those normal every day stuff that everyone does?

-Harry washes the dishes while Draco dries them off next to him, and they either have the stereo playing in the living room or they just talk quietly

-Harry told Draco all about the wonders of the thing called the internet and social media and how people can connect faster and so many opportunities found online and Draco was fascinated until he learned that it had to do with muggle technology and he dropped it

-Because Drarry can’t use technology for shit

-Harry and Draco go shopping in muggle department stores and Harry gets taken by the latest new technology while Draco struggles to comprehend what a touch screen is

-Draco takes absolutely forever in changing rooms

-Harry doesn’t mind because he’s in the changing room with Draco

-In the mornings, Harry likes orange juice and Draco likes tea but when Draco’s lazy he’ll just swipe Harry’s juice out of his hand

-Draco actually really likes toast and when Harry introduced the toaster, they only had toast every breakfast for about a month

-Draco and Harry having petty quarrels on whose turn it is to cook dinner

-Harry’s in charge of all the groceries but when it comes to toiletries and house items, it’s Draco’s area.

-When they go furniture shopping Harry likes to pick out the most horrid things only to watch Draco turn pale, mentally gag, and steer them away muttering bad things about bad designs.

-Each room in their house/flat has it’s own theme and colour because Draco maintained that habit from his Manor days. 

-Harry likes bike rides and Draco prefers walks

-Draco stays up with Harry to watch the sun set and Harry watches, awake on the bed, as Draco stands on the balcony to watch the sun rise. 

-Harry repainting a room in the house and getting all messy and Draco watching in amusement and staying far far away from the paint

-Harry getting paint on Draco anyways and Draco exasperatedly goes off to change. Again.

-Draco and Harry going on vacations all around the world and looking stylish and wearing sunglasses and people always stare at them but they don’t care

-Harry forcing Draco to pose near a monument to take a picture

-Draco and Harry asking some other tourist to take a picture of the two of them in front of the Eiffel tower.

-Draco forcing Harry to try new foods and laughing whenever Harry makes a face when he doesn’t like one

-Harry fighting with Draco over how much money they’re spending on certain things and trying to emphasize that just because they’re both rich they can’t just binge buy whatever they want

-Harry teaching Draco humbleness in small things

-Draco teaching Harry the beauty of elegance in small things

-Harry and Draco doing normal every day stuff