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.
I like to think that Draco has this whole ‘I can’t stand Potter’ image to uphold but as soon as Harry is in trouble is just sort of crumbles every time. Like running into him when he’s sick and trying to make him feel better because he can’t help himself because he secretly really cares so he just acts really rude about being nice like and also he’s sort of in denial.
“I’m going to make you tea because you’re obviously completely incompetent and don’t know how to care for yourself.”
“Don’t slouch Potter, it’s undignified.”
“Honestly Potter, are you completely
useless? Just let me do it before you blow your bloody fingers off.”
“Merlin! You’re going to catch your death wearing that. -don’t argue with me just put the bloody coat on. Yes I’m aware it’s mine I’m not completely daft.”
“Evak Malec Gallavich Johnlock Destiel Philkas Victuuri Drarry, you were named after the most problematic yet iconic, cutest yet sassiest, flawless and shameless ships this world has ever known. And they were all gay. So bitch you better woooork!” - me, a mother
As I reread Harry Potter (again) I realize that Ariana Dumbledore was an obscurus. “With magic exploding out of her…” Like that is the definition of an obscurus. We saw it explode out of Credence Barebone. She accidentally killed her mother the same way that Credence accidentally killed those people. She was driven mad by the muggle boys that tortured her and became ashamed of her magic. Credence was forced to be ashamed of his magic as well due to Mary Lou. She couldn’t control it just like Credence couldn’t. ARIANA DUMBLEDORE WAS AN OBSCURUS AND WE WILL SEE IT IN LATER FBAWTFT MOVIES YOU CAN NOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE
@sprout2012 - first drafts of that drarry fanart were talking about. Obviously needs a lot of work, but I’d love to hear your thoughts so far.
Also @probably-lucifer (even though I know you’re gonna start bugging me to take a stab at the fanart of my fics that I’ve not gotten around to…)
When Draco was finally able to fall asleep, it seemed as though his eyes had only been closed for about ten minutes before he was woken up by the ringing of a phone. Yes, a phone. Draco, too, found that hard to believe, but Potter had somehow convinced him to get one, saying that it was more convenient than using the floo all the time because that way he wouldn’t have people just showing up at his flat every time they needed to tell him something.
Draco groaned and answered the phone.
“Hello?” He said groggily.
“Draco,” someone, who Draco immediately recognized as Harry, slurred.
“Potter? What is it?”
“I can’t sleep. Also, you said you would call me Harry from now on.”
Draco could practically hear the pout in Harry’s voice. He sighed and ran his hand down his face.
“Harry, you were asleep when I left.”
“I know, but then I heard a noise that woke me up. I think someone might be in my house!”
Draco rolled his eyes. Potter hadn’t even been that drunk, he wondered what he was like when he was utterly hammered.
“Will you come over, Draco? Please?”
Draco let out another sigh, but was already throwing on some clothes.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a bit,” he answered and hung up.
He finished getting dressed and then apparated to Harry’s house. He searched the house to appease Harry, and, unsurprisingly, didn’t find anyone there.
“Potter, I cannot believe you woke me up at three in the bloody morning,” he said as he walked into Harry’s bedroom.
“Did you look to see if there’s anyone else here?”
“Yes, and there was no one. However, I can see now that you’ve left this window open, so what you heard was probably something from outside.”
Draco reached over Harry to close the window that was above his bed.
Harry blushed and bit his lip.
Draco met Harry’s eyes and his heart melted at the look he was giving him. All his anger and annoyance at being summoned here at such an ungodly hour immediately disappeared. Draco gave him a small smile.
“It’s okay. Now scoot over.”
Harry gave him a confused look, and Draco raised an eyebrow.
“You can’t really expect me to go all the way back home. Knowing you, I’ll be called here again the second I lay down,” Draco teased.
Harry grinned and made room on his bed for Draco, who climbed in next to Harry, but then blushed at their proximity.
What was I thinking? There’s a perfectly good sofa that I could have slept on to avoid how awkward this is sure to become.
Draco kept thinking these kinds of things, but then realized that Harry didn’t seem to mind one bit. In fact, he had cuddled right up to Draco, wrapping his arms around him and resting his head on his chest. Draco’s breath caught in his throat. Potter was cuddling with him. Surely it was just the alcohol in his system, though, and once morning came, he would be kicked out of the bed.
“Potter, what are you doing?”
Harry lifted his head to glare at Draco.
“It’s Harry! HAR-RY. Say it with me Draco: Harry.”
“Sorry, it takes some getting used to. What are you doing, Harry?”
Harry smiled and laid his head back down on Draco’s chest.
“I just wanted to be comfortable.”
“I see, and the most comfortable place is on top of me?”
“Yup. You’re very warm, Draco.”
Draco just smiled and basked in the moment. This is what he fell asleep thinking about every night.
Harry, then, without really thinking about it, leaned up a little to place a small, soft kiss to Draco’s jaw.
Draco’s eyes widened and he felt heat flood his cheeks, but decided to keep his mouth shut. He really, really didn’t want to ruin this. He simply wrapped one of his arms around Harry and pulled him closer.
Harry hummed contentedly and moved his head from Draco’s chest to rest it on the pillow to look at Draco. Grey eyes met green. They were mere inches away from each other, and Draco felt himself leaning closer, closer until he finally pressed his lips to Harry’s.
The kiss was gentle and warm. When they pulled away, Harry gave Draco a shy smile.
Draco was unable to return the smile, though, He immediately busied himself thinking about what a stupid thing that was to do. Because now, he would have that memory in his mind only to have Potter still only think of him as a friend when he returns to his sober state. Draco sighed and removed his arm from around Harry.
“You should really try to get some sleep,” Draco said in a slightly bored tone.
Harry gave him a slightly hurt look, but nodded and turned on his side, so he was no longer facing Draco, and quickly drifted off to sleep.
Draco decided that it was better this way. He shouldn’t get his hopes up only to be let down like so many times before. After all, it was the alcohol acting, not Harry.
Harry now worked at the ministry of magic as an auror. He was down where Sirius had died, the room with the veil. He walked closer to it, hearing the voices once again, but this time, this time there was a voice, a much more more distinct one “Harry” It says “Help, hold out your hand” It says, curious Harry holds out his hand and someones hand shoots out of the veil, immediately Harry helps the strangor out, only to Realize it was someone whom he had not seen for nearly twenty years, Sirius Black. He stares for a second before hugging him, once again feeling like a young boy. Sirius hugs Harry, looking around “Wow. How long was I in the veil?” Sirius asks. Harry Releases him from the hug “Sirius… It’s been nearly twenty years. . we all thought you were dead… ”
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Author: calrissian18 | Word Count: 23.4k | Rating: PG-13
Summary: Draco sees things he really, really wishes he didn’t. If only to get out of all the homework that comes with it.
Review: Literally one of the most wonderful things I’ve ever read. As usual this author gets 10/10 for managing to write those most amazing and creative details into a fic that just… take it to a new level.
The supporting characters truly carry this fic, because really Harry and Draco are messes without them. And despite how idiotic everyone is and as much a you’ll hate it as a reader, the characterisations and personalities are so well thought of and so canon. The Draco and Ron closeness is the most gradual and realistic development of their friendship I’ve ever read in fanfiction tbh.
There’s also the strange mysticism behind Draco’s Seer abilities and the ‘Council’ that’s controlling his education, etc. If I had one complaint about this fic, it would be that it certainly isn’t long enough because so much is left unexplained, but I also gather the sense that the author intended it that way? And somehow I love it more for that.
This is such an interesting and lovely read.
Content/Warnings: Minor Character Death, Draco/OMC
I’ve finally made my decision and watched Eyewitness. And I have to tell you… It’s AMAZING guys! Honestly, this serie is just so precious. Not only because Philkas is basically a Drarry AU without magic but for the awesome acting. I must admit it, I’ve literally cried at some chapters.
I could ramble all day with this but you’ll get bored and it’ll only make my heart hurt with feels, so I’m just going to tell you this… If you haven’t seen this serie yet, GO WATCH IT NOW!!! You won’t regret it, I promise.