-Doesn’t button his jeans when he’s at home. What’s the point?

-Messy, messy sheets. They’re cozier that way.

-Reads muggle tabloids as a legitimate source of news. It’s important to stay updated, you know.

-Stretches out all of Harry’s sweaters so they cover his hands. Smacks people with the sleeves.

-Cried at The Notebook. Won’t admit it.

-Opens the windows at night so he can listen to the traffic.

-Pencil chewer. Finger tapper. Temple-rubber.

-Cat person. Dogs terrify him.

-Very good at braiding. He braids Harry’s hair when he sits in front of him.

-Needs reading glasses. Won’t admit it.

-He can’t cook but he can make a mean cocktail when given the chance.

-Can get on the good side of literally any employee at any store. The king of unfair discounts. They all love him. Harry hates it.

-Would rather listen to the rain or the sound of Harry while he sleeps than music.

-Writes poems. He never shares them.

-Wins every game of Balderdash he plays. Every single one.

-Very much in love with Harry James Potter. He’s doing okay.

List of things I'm salty about

.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry
.Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry

. Oh and would you fUckInG look at that- Not putting in the scene in DH pt2 where Draco runs to Harry

Everyone Lived.

Everyone lived, and James and Lily rocked Harry to sleep on the night of his second birthday by quietly humming lullabies to him. The moon spilled through the window and bathed his crib with a soft blue light, and Lily had never seen something so peaceful. The rest of the evening was spent slow dancing to one of Sirius’ old records. That Halloween, Harry dressed up as James’ favorite member of the Cannons. Not that he had much of a choice in the matter. 

Everyone lived, and Padfoot and Moony, known more affectionately to little Harry as “Poof” and “Moo,” took him to ice cream every Thursday afternoon. Sometimes, Sirius would put him in the sidecar of his motorcycle and fly low over the neighborhood before dropping him off (Don’t tell Lily). Harry was the ringbearer in Sirius’ and Remus’ wedding, much to James’ objection (“I would make a much better ringbearer than a toddler. Come on Padfoot.”.) 

Everyone lived, and Harry and Neville spent their fifth birthdays together. Lily and Alice thought they both looked just smashing in their matching blazers, but Neville was too busy throwing dirt at Ron to care. Molly baked a cake that was taller than Harry, and it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Lily invited Narcissa to her weekly book club that consisted of all the moms getting wine drunk and complaining about their husbands. Neville, Draco, Ron and Harry would eavesdrop and report to their dads later that day with everything they heard. Cue an unnecessary amount of shocked scoffing from James (”I do not do that, Lillian!”).

Everyone lived, and  Harry had a whole gang of people come to see him, Ron, Neville, and Draco off on their first year at Hogwarts. When Draco was sorted into Slytherin, no one made too much of a fuss because, as Ron claimed, maybe Draco and Harry would bicker less like an old married couple if they weren’t rooming together. As a group, the five of them, including Hermione later that year, broke the school record for most detentions in a month. James was angry, but only because he had been the previous record holder. Lily was angry because she was called in twice for a meeting with the headmaster to discuss Harry’s actions.

Everyone lived, and Christmases were full of light and music and shy kisses under the mistletoe. James, Sirius, and Remus all got drunk together before the Christmas party even started and by the time all the guests had arrived, there had been four proclamations of undying love made from the kitchen counter (three of them were Sirius confessing his love for James.)(One of them was from Sirius to Remus.). Molly knitted everyone a Weasley jumper. Harry stole some firewhiskey from James and shared the bottle with Draco later that night in his room after everyone left. They were both so drunk they weren’t really aware they were kissing until it was too late to take it back. Harry’s face was red, and no one could be sure if the flush in his cheeks was from the alcohol or the snogging. Fifth year was full of a series of not-so-secret makeout sessions in empty classrooms. No one said anything about it.

Everyone lived, and during sixth year when Draco and Harry finally admitted they were dating, no one batted an eye. Lucius groaned, and James winked reassuringly at the two of them, and Lily was grinning from ear to ear. Sirius and Remus were so proud. They had all seen it coming from a mile away.

Everyone lived, and though no one was able to fully escape heartbreak, or tears, or nightmares, everyone had each other. Harry’s memories were not haunted by cramped cupboards or loneliness but warmed by smiles and magic and feathery soft kisses on cheeks, on lips, on foreheads. 

Everyone lived, and Harry didn’t have to be the savior. He just had to be Harry, and that was just fine.

This sucks but I had extra time today and I keep having IDEAS so anyways! Please put any headcanons or ideas or prompts you may have in my ask! I check it very frequently and will probably start writing some of those suggestions you’ve already given me tomorrow. Love you guys xx


I day dream often about 8th year Drarry….

Forming a friendship that is tentative to begin with but quickly deepens and they become so close. Everyone has moved on from the battle, Ron & Hermione are the happy couple everyone envies, Dean & Seamus finally admitted they’d been together since 4th year and Neville was busy training to become a professor.
Everyone was off doing their thing and Harry felt sort of lost. Until Draco found him.

It was by accident of course.

They’d both decided to go flying at the same time one night, which resulted in an awkward seekers game to pass the time.

But by the time they’d showered and eaten dinner together they both felt more relaxed than they had in months.

It hadn’t escaped Harry’s notice (because let’s be honest he notices everything about Draco) that all the Slytherins who had returned for 8th year where off doing their own thing too. Draco wasn’t followed by his minions anymore which didn’t seem to bother him but he did seem strange without Crabbe and Goyle by his side.

What started out as the odd seekers game turned into studying together, which led to sitting beside one another in classes, which then led to them walking to the Great Hall together for meals and sitting together then to.

It all just happened so naturally that neither of them paused to consider it. They were soon inseparable.

It felt comfortable and natural for Harry to rest his ankles on dracos lap while they sprawled on the couch reading in the 8th year common room. Draco didn’t hesitate to take food from Harry’s plate or even feed him something he knew Harry would love. They found an ease and a comfort with each other that was surprising but welcome.

They shared books, shower gel, even clothes. Harry’s eyes had almost popped out of his head when he found Draco sprawled out on Harry’s bed reading Quiddich Weekly in one of his knitted jumpers from Molly. It has smelt of Draco for days after and Harry had found himself wearing it with the collar pulled up to his nose inhaling the familiar scent.

Their friendship felt warm and comfortable for them both. Like everything they’d done and been through before was to get them here…..

Curled up on the rug one night, everyone else has gone to bed and Harry has his head on dracos lap, watching the fire as Draco ran his fingers through Harrys hair absentmindedly as he read.
It was the most natural thing in the world for Harry to take hold of dracos hand and pull it down from in his hair, kissing each finger tip softly.
He heard dracos breath catch and as he looked up, he could see a blush working it’s way up dracos pale neck, pooling across his cheeks. His eyes were blown wide with shock and lust and Harry knew, in his bones, Draco felt the same, that he wanted this.
So it was without fear or uncertainty that he sat up, taking dracos face gently in his hands, pulling his face close and kissed him.

And it was like coming home.

Drarry Secret Santa
  • It’s decided that the Eighth Years should do a Secret Santa gift exchange to continue the newfound effort towards House Unity that was started at the beginning of the new term.
  • So of course, because Harry can’t catch a break, he managed to draw Draco Malfoy as his person.
  • He’s stressed AF and wracking his brain to think of something that Malfoy would even want, something he won’t spit on. 
  • Harry gets annoyed when Malfoy plays it off like it’s going to be super easy to get his person a gift, which makes Harry even more Determined™ 
  • Except, secretly Draco is also stressed AF because holy shit everything he thinks of is stupid, what can he possibly get the Boy Who Lived??? Fuck, fuck!
  • Draco trails through Hogsmeade looking at Quidditch supplies, expensive leather-bound journals, and fine bottles of goblin wine before deciding that all of those gifts wouldn’t matter to Potter — with the exception of Quidditch, obviously.
  • But he’s certain that gifting Potter something Quidditch-related won’t have enough of an impact.
  • He wanted to get a gift that meant something, something to thank Potter for saving his life.
  • Harry nearly gave up as the day to exchange their presents drew nearer, but then he found Malfoy’s wand in the bottom of his trunk.
  • He knew it was the perfect gift.
  • After a few false starts, Draco finally figured out something clever to gift to Potter, something that no other Secret Santa would have thought of.
  • He was proud of himself for figuring out the puzzle, and he’s actually eager to see Potter’s face when he opened Draco’s gift.
  • When the time finally came to exchange gifts in a circle around the Eighth Year common room, they each went last to give their gifts.
  • When it’s clear that they had presents for each other, they both nod to leave the room.
  • Malfoy insisted that Harry open his first.
  • Harry fully expected something over the top, expensive, and uselessly ridiculous.
  • But his breath caught when he opened the leather-bound text, engraved with a family crest on the cover with the name Potter emblazoned on a scroll in the center.
  • As he flipped through the pages Malfoy explained that he tracked down a complete family history of the Potters for Harry.
  • And holy shit, Malfoy’s present made Harry’s heart pound in his chest while his throat went all tight and dry???
  • Harry got choked up over his gift as the reality of it sank in. He carefully ran his fingers over the engraving while Malfoy shifted his weight from foot to foot nervously, blurting out facts about the gift that Harry only paid half of his attention to.
  • Harry wiped at his eyes roughly, a little embarrassed, but Malfoy gave him such an important gift.
  • He took a breath and held out his own gift for Malfoy.
  • “I thought it was about time you had this back. It served me well, so, er, thanks.”
  • Draco didn’t even speak for a full minute, his eyes were just locked on his wand in Harry’s outstretched hand.
  • Harry could see his hand shaking at his side.
  • When Harry finally handed Draco the wand, he hugged Harry really tightly and whispered thank you.
  • Draco kissed Harry’s cheek as he pulled away, startling Harry.
  • His lips felt so soft and warm against Harry’s skin.
  • They stared at each other until Harry slowly, carefully pulled Draco back to him, and lightly kissed his cheek in return.
  • They smiled tentatively at each other, each clutching their gifts, as they reached for each other’s hand.
  • Absolutely no one was surprised when they walked back into the common room holding hands.
The Sorting Hat
  • Sorting hat: </b> you belong in Slytherin, bro
  • Harry: </b> no, pls anything but Slytherin
  • Sorting hat: </b> no drarry is my otp
  • Harry: </b> but Gryffindor-
  • Sorting Hat: </b> did I FUCKING STUTTER
  • Harry: </b>
  • Sorting hat: </b>
  • Harry: </b>
  • Sorting hat: </b> SLYTHERIN

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!!

Cute Drarry-isms

-Draco being the tall one
-which results in many forehead kisses
-and nose kisses
-and top-of-the-head kisses
-Harry being more built
-which results in Draco stealing his jumpers at every opportunity
-Draco in comfy clothes
-Harry hiding Draco’s hair products so he is forced to go out in public with messy tousled hair (which makes him very grumpy)
-drinking coffee in silence at 9AM every day because neither of them are morning people in the slightest
-Draco’s the big spoon
-Draco filling Harry’s hair with a million tiny braids while they watch a film
-Accidentally switching clothes bc Harry refuses to fold the laundry
-neither of them can cook, contrary to popular belief, which results in multiple attempts at eating undercooked chicken and burnt toast before they go to Ron and Hermione’s or order takeout
-Draco needs reading glasses but refuses to admit he needs them so he always steals Harry’s
-They are the ultimate power couple and everyone at the ministry is slightly scared of them every time they walk in together
-Friday night is board game night
-Every time, Draco becomes OBSESSED with beating Harry
-and he almost always loses
-which results in wrestling matches that lead to… well, you know
-Harry is the one who tells horrible knock knock jokes
-Draco is the one who makes appalling puns
-Draco making them color coordinate their outfits whenever they go to an event
-holding hands at every possible moment
-kissing in the snow
-kissing in the rain
-kissing while running errands together
-kissing at work
-getting in trouble for kissing at work
-just. Drarry being cute and in love and happy


-pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his pointer finger.
-looks down when he smiles.
-never finishes books. Piles of dog-eared, half-read books all over his flat.
-picks lint off of other peoples’ clothing without their permission.
-wears as little clothing as possible at all times.
-smells kind of like spices. And apples.
-cannot even do basic math.
-he really likes kisses. Like a lot. Someone please stop him.
-reads with his glasses poised on the tip of his nose.
-not a fan of tucking. Neither sheets nor shirts, but he does tuck Draco into bed on occasion.
-rough sex. All the time. His favorite.
-laughs loudly and often.
-sometimes forgets that everything is okay. Draco reminds him daily.
-long, hot showers.
-warm hands.
-cold feet.
-very much in love with Draco Malfoy. He’s doing alright.

  • Lucius: Here's your present, Narcissa.
  • Narcissa: *opens present*
  • Narcissa: Lucius, this is the special shampoo and conditioner you've been wanting...
  • Lucius: Oh darn, I must have picked up the wrong present. I guess I'll just keep it. Wouldn't want it to go to waste.
  • Narcissa: ....
  • Harry: So this is where Draco gets it from.