Romione: You’re loyal and kind. You may be a bit of a romantic, even if only for characters in books. You will protect Ron and Hermione, as a ship and even just as characters, until the end of time. Very protective of fictional characters in general. Likes to refer to things as “My son/daughter” even if they’re like 43. You were probably very unhappy about the movie kiss scene.
Hinny: You’re brave and will defend your favorite ANYTHING to the death. Conventional, but maybe only because you’re stubborn. The older sibling of your friend group who is serious and mature, but would probably buy the younger ones alcohol and throw an awesome party. You love Ginny more than life, and weep sometimes at how she was written in the movies.
Dromione: It’s canon in your eyes. You probably tend to have a lot of “fanon” OTPs unfortunately. The yin/yang dynamic is your weakness. You see the good in everyone and have few very close friends, but you trust them completely. You have seen and probably regularly think about Dramione AMVs. You will ship it until you die.
Drarry: You read a lot of fanfiction. You probably even write a lot of fanficiton (We all know it’s smutty too just own it). You’re an expert at reading between the lines. You, like the Romione shippers, are rather romantic, although it’s hidden under a colder exterior. They DEFINITELY love each other. You will ship it in the afterlife.
Harmony: You shipped them, even as a child which might explain why you are so dedicated to them and why when you have a crush, you crush HARD. While not as romantic as Romiones, you’re are intelligent and believe that the best kind of relationships are slow, steady, and bud from mutual respect and friendship. You also have probably dreamed about owning a library.
Snilly: You weren’t loved enough as a child.
Jilly: Get outta here with that weak ass teen romance shit. Marriage AUs are your favorite and you’re a firm believer that if you can’t imagine your OTP bitterly assembling Ikea furniture together, than they probably aren’t your OTP. You’re compassionate and gentle. Probably the mom of your friend group.
Deamus: You are the funniest person in a lot of peoples’ lives. You’re spunky and maybe a bit of a bro when it comes to people you care about. It’s not that you’re bad at affection, but “I love you” is usually followed by “Bruh” or something like that. It’s canon. Everyone knows it. But you ALWAYS knew it.
Nuna: You live for fluffy fanfiction because that’s basically all your ship is. The last twenty minutes of the movie was just one big Nuna fanfiction and you’re fine with that. It’s the only change they made for the movie that you’re 100% ok with. You’re funny, charming and you’re friends with pretty much everyone you meet.
Wolfstar: You read more fanfiction than Drarry shippers. Or at least, you would, if there were any.
Snarry/Snamione: The creepy uncle that everyone knows, but never talks about.
Huna: You’re a dreamer. You’re the softest of the shippers, silently knowing that yours is the best, but you won’t brag about it.
Ronks: Everything about the way their relationship was portrayed in the movie pissed you off. Like Jilly shipper, except more emotional and like 6 times more deadly. Your favorite AUs are the ones where your OTP literally is just still alive.
Fremione: Like Romione, except you cry a lot more. You ok over there?
I want Harry and Draco slow dancing to the same records James and Lily danced to when Harry was a baby.
I want Harry taking Draco to his first muggle film at the theater, not even paying attention to the movie because Draco’s reactions are better than any plot line.
I want Draco to realize his dream of writing poetry and writing down pretty words he hears on Harry’s hands when they walk around town (“Harry, if you think I’m going to fuck up my tattoos with a ballpoint pen, you’re wrong. Give me your arm.”)
I want the secret drawer full of photos of Draco Harry has taken from the time they started dating, full of hidden smiles Draco seems to save only for him.
I want Draco and Harry trying to cook Christmas dinner together for the first time, and opting for Chinese takeout instead (with making out to follow, of course).
I want Draco introducing Harry to the world of true Wizard literature, and Harry exposing Draco to the magic of muggle libraries.
I want Harry and Draco’s 2AM drunken dance parties when the memories of the war are too much and they just need to let loose and forget and love each other.
I want my two boys living their best lives together and knowing what real love and happiness is for once.
1) AU where they’re in a purely sexual relationship where they explore every kink ever. And where they Bang. I mean, like, an AU where they bang as much as a bunch of horny jackrabbits on a Viagra high would. Continuously. Like, they do it a lot. Like, they REALLY do it a lot.
2) AU where they are in a Friends with Benefits Relationship and the usually less emotionally open member of the duo starts falling in Love with the usually more emotionally open member of the duo as he/she believes the aforementioned member of the couple just wants to keep things casual and so desperately tries to not fall in love with him/her (Failing miserably, BTW).
3) Evil Queen of Evil/Evil Queen of Evil’s Main “Attack-Dog” AU.
4) Hogwarts AU.
5) Angel/Demon AU.
6) AU where they hate each other and keep hating on each other even as they enter in a relationship filled with heated hate-sex.
7) AU where they’re bitter rivals/enemies but can’t seem to stop flirting with each other.
Every house chore is an opportunity to horribly harmonize to a randomly selected song from a Broadway musical. It pisses off Ron and Hermione, who live in the flat below them and have to deal with the noise. The worst is Monday, because Monday is also Laundry Day, and everyone in the building can tell when folding laundry progresses to bickering over the correct way to fold a shirt which progresses to throwing random articles of clothing at each other and yelling which progresses to… Well, Ron and Hermione just ignore that last part. It happens every single day.
Every grocery shopping trip is an opportunity to bring home two more stray cats with the occasional dog, and also a random couple they befriended in the dairy aisle. Tuesday is grocery shopping day, and they are always wine-drunk with their newfound friends by 6PM.
Which means that Wednesday is hangover day, because despite what Draco says, he’s a total lightweight. They go to the greasy little diner across the street and order corned beef hash. Every single week.
Thursday is Draco’s day to cook, which means burnt toast and top ramen in fancy bowls (”Harry, love, it doesn’t matter what we eat. It’s how we eat it that matters.”), and Harry does the dishes while Draco stares at him from the bar stool by the counter. Harry hums along to a muggle CD, and he is up to his forearms with suds, and his hair still, after all the years of knowing him, holds that “just shagged” look that is both atrocious and completely intoxicating. Draco still gets butterflies when he looks at him like that.
Friday nights mean Ron and Hermione join them in their living room to watch classic films and get completely hammered. Harry always falls asleep with his head on Draco’s lap halfway through the first film, and always wakes up the next morning to find his hair completely full of teeny tiny braids. He keeps them in all day, because god. He loves him so much.
Saturday mornings are lazy and slow and always spent cuddling under as many blankets as humanly possible until Draco chases Harry out of the bed by touching him with his feet, which are colder than the inside of their fridge. But then they make out and everything is fine again, and they ultimately collapse on top of each other in a heap of laughter, and Harry has to stop and admire the way the rays of sunshine coming in from their window reflect off of Draco’s eyes and make them look irridescent.
Cue lots of lazy Saturday morning shagging topped off with forehead kisses and bickering about who let the dog out last and who forgot to get the mail, again.
Sunday is the awkward family dinner at the Manor. Lots of food far too fancy for Harry’s taste. Narcissa asks alarmingly invasive questions about their love life, and they always leave early because it’s never fun to be there after Lucius has had his third beer. It’s been getting slightly better, though, according to Harry.
Each and every day is filled with more “I love you’s” than anyone could ever care to count (Though there are a lot of “I hate you’s” as well).
For the Boy Who Lived and the Boy Who Didn’t Have a Choice, there is no better way to live out the rest of their lives together than to take joy in life’s most mundane things. So that’s exactly what they do.
Things Draco doesn’t know about Harry (or things he pretends not to know)
He leaves his mugs and clothes out on purpose. He loves it when Draco makes frustrated noises and gets all red in the cheeks. He also happens to know that Draco has a small collection of his clothes in the back of the closet for reasons unknown, and feels useful making contributions to the cause.
He hates coffee. He claims to love it because Draco drinks it more than water (He can’t wrap his mind around how Draco can drink it completely black. It’s infathmoable.), but each morning before he goes to Quidditch practice he stops at the cafe next to their house and orders a cup of hot black tea with honey. Only when he’s sure Draco isn’t following him, of course.
Whenever Draco calls him “Scarhead,” the same snitches that made themselves known in the pit of his stomach the first time they met eyes in the robe shop their first year make a reappearance.
His favorite color is silver. Mostly because it’s the color of Draco’s eyes and it makes him feel safe.
He never told Draco how close he was to being sorted into Slytherin. He’s not sure he ever will.
He has a sketchbook full of pictures he’s drawn of Draco sleeping next to him on the couch, laughing over coffee, or sitting across the room from him while reading a book. He doesn’t think any of them look good, but he’s practicing.
He kept all of his old, beat up toys and books from the Dursley’s. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t get rid of them. They were a part of him he couldn’t let go of. A chunk of him is scared they’ve become horcruxes to him, and if he throws them away, he’ll be ridding himself of part of his own soul. Lately, though, he feels as if Draco has become more of a horcrux to him than anything.
He knows Draco still has nightmares. On the nights they’re both haunted by them, he holds Draco extra tight. He never mentions it the next morning.
He loves jazz music.
His favorite blanket is Draco’s old Slytherin blanket he stole from his dorm after graduation. He only uses it when Draco is out of the house.
He has an entire journal full of letters to Draco. He’s been planning on giving it to them on their wedding day (He saw the ring hiding in the back of Draco’s sock drawer two days ago).
Every time they hold hands, which is most of the time, magic sparks the tips of Harry’s fingertips, and his whole body feels warm.
He can never say the words “I love you” enough. He never wants to stop saying them.
I wrote this while high on very strong pain meds for my wisdom teeth so I don’t know if this will actually make sense when I read it later. Please give me grace. Also, I am 5 followers away from 1,000! Wow!!! That’s insane. Thank you so much for all of your wonderful support and encouragement the past month. Love you guys xx
It fucking hurts when I ship same-sex relationships because the canon future is real bleak.
Sometimes if there’s any shipping scene happen, I have to resigned myself that scene is canon-ish only in my shipper-glasses or because queer baiting is happening (I mean, ambiguous ship-tease most of the times happen for fanservice purpose).
The chance of it’s ever be canon? Nah.
I think that’s why I projected so much for Owari no Seraph that MikaYuu/YuuMika will be canon. Although the chances that it’s just fanservice is real big.