harry and draco

anonymous asked:

Hi could you please write an 8th year drarry trope where they're forced to work together and end up really liking each other? :))


“Now everyone, listen here while I tell you what your project will be about.” Said Slughorn. Harry wasn’t really paying attention, he just hoped that Hermione would explain the whole thing to him later. He was thinking, as he usually was these days, about the war and of all the people that should be sat around him, but weren’t. If only he had destroyed the horcruxes earlier, or if he had told the people in the Order about their mission Voldemort would’ve been dead much sooner. His trance was broken when the chair next to him scraped on the floor. He looked up to see the tall figure of Draco Malfoy place himself in it.

“So, I say we-” He started before he saw Harry’s confused face staring at him. Malfoy sighed and rolled his eyes. “You weren’t listening, were you?” Harry shook his head. “Well, Potter, if you had been paying attention you would’ve known that we got partnered up for the project.”

Harry groaned and thumped his head on the desk. “No.”

“I’m not exactly thrilled about this either,” Harry heard a little moroseness in his voice. “But we both have to deal with this, okay? I say we put our little petty school rivalry in the past. Deal?” Malfoy held out his hand.

Harry took it hesitantly. “Fine.”

“Alright then. We’ll meet in the library at six.” Malfoy stated. He then grabbed his bag and strutted out the door.

Harry left the common room at ten to six. He walked into the library with five minutes to spare, only to find Malfoy already sitting at a table in the back with papers and books scattered all over. “I never expected you to be so messy, Malfoy.” He teased as he sat down across from him.

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anonymous asked:

Dating Draco headcanons? For the giveaway please! GO SLYTHERIN HOUSSS

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  • Draco presented you with a monogrammed bracelet for your one month anniversary, which he remembered & you didn’t. The bracelet has his initials, of course. “Why would you want one with your own initials?”
  • He charges you 1 Galleon every single time you make a self-depreciating comment or joke, and during every Hogsmeade trip he gives you the money back - forcing you to use it to buy one item of self care or something that makes you happy. 
  • He charmed his pillow so that it smells of you on the nights that you’re apart.
  • He throws an absolute tantrum at the mention of any plans you’ve made that don’t involve him.”But Draco, it’s just a Doctor’s appointment.”
  • He once refused to play a Quidditch game, because you couldn’t attend, causing Slytherin to forfeit the entire match.
  • He waits for you every morning in the Common Room to escort you to the Great Hall for breakfast. If you’ve overslept, he brings your favorite food to you, in bed, and lectures you on why you ‘really must get more sleep so you can be at your healthiest, princess.’
  • He took a cane lashing from his father upon first bringing you home because his father refused to greet you properly and he spoke up, not willing to tolerate you being disrespected by anyone. 
  • Before the Yule Ball he arranged for Narcissa to take you for a formal dress fitting. He made sure to have a bouquet and card waiting for you at the shoppe and he paid extra to see to it that the seamstress provided an excessive amount of compliments whilst you were trying things on because he knows you lack confidence. 
  • On your Birthday each year, he rents out Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop so that you can host a private brunch with your friends whilst he tends to the last of your party preparations. 
  • Draco had overheard you say “I’ve always wanted a guy that would send me flowers for no reason at all, you know, just because it’s Wednesday” to your best mate during 3rd year and he took it quite literally, so now you find roses on your nightstand every Wednesday morning like clockwork. 
  • He uses “Spektor Crawley’s Slimey Hand Salve” before holding your hand because he knows how much you hate when they get sweaty. 
  • He still blushes every single time he see’s you. Occasionally, when you hold eye contact for just a little too long, he loses his train of thought and stumbles over his words. 
  • He says “tu me manques” instead of “I miss you” because that’s french for “You are missing from me” and he finds that better suited and he’s a total sap
  • He cuts your food for you each night when you’re having dinner, despite your many protests, because “a lady should never have to serve herself.”
  • Don’t act like Narcissa didn’t raise him to stand until you’ve sat at the table and to open doors for you because you best believe my boy is chivalrous twat.
  • He knows you’re a smart student but he insists on revising with you because he’s fascinated by your intellect and frankly, just loves hearing you talk. 
  • Let’s not forget that one time when Cormac touched your butt and ended up in the Hospital wing.
  • He gets extremely insecure when he feels as if he doesn’t know everything about you. “What do you mean you don’t know if your second toe is longer than your Big Toe?”
  • He’s so possessive that he can sometimes be accusatory over the weirdest things. “All I’m saying is that you didn’t have that freckle last time I saw you and suddenly it’s there!”
  • He gushes about you so much that the lads have given him a very specific rule; he’s only allowed to talk about you once daily for ‘no more than twenty minutes’ but its not like he gives a damn.
  • After sex he always slips you a small piece of parchment with a survey on it that reads ‘was that good for you? circle: yes or no’

Draco, at Platform 9 ¾: Ready for fifth year?

Scorpius: Yeah, I’m a little nervous about the O.W.L.S though…

Draco: Don’t be. Study hard and I’m sure your exams will be straight fire

Scorpius: what?

Draco: oh, did I mess that one up? I meant they’ll be lit

Scorpius: you did not just say that

Draco: Stop acting salty, Scorpius. You’ll be upset on the train.

Scorpius: oh my god

Draco: Speaking of which, say hi to the squad for me.

Scorpius: Dad

Scorpius: Dad stop

Draco:</b> Why? I’m just trying to be hip like my son

Scorpius: oh my god I don’t know you

Scorpius: this isn’t happening

Scorpius, to crowd: I don’t know him

Draco: that was savage

Scorpius: dad stop

Molly Weasley watched her third oldest son turning his back to their family but never gave up on him.

Molly Weasley saw her husband at his weakest moment as he laid wounded in St. Mungo’s hospital. She never understood what muggles thought when they started praying to their god(s):                                                                         But that night as she sat at her husband’s hospital bed she couldn’t help but fold her hands, close her eyes and just hope that there was indeed a greater deity that could bring her husband back to her family.

Molly Weasley put a bandage around her fifth son’s head when he was bleeding onto her sofa, his ear ripped away. She did not let her heart and actions be ruled by panic and fear. She would not  risk her son’s life like that.

Molly Weasley saw her son that wasn’t her son dead in Hagrid’s arms and did not show how she broke inside. Instead, she gripped her wand a little tighter, bit her lip a little stronger and started to fight a lot grimmer.

Molly Weasley cried over her fourth son’s cold body, his last laugh still etched into his face. She witnessed her fifth son crumbling right then and there. She saw her family grieving and crying. She went through hell but reminded herself to keep going.

Molly Weasly got up and stared straight into the eyes of Narcissa Malfoy. 

Proud woman, blonde hair, pale skin.

Split lips, bloody cloak, sad eyes.

They did not exchange one word.

But one glance was enough.

Narcissa’s eyes darted to Fred, to Harry, then back to Molly. Her lean finger’s tightened indiscernibly around her son’s bony shoulder.

A nod.

The war had taken enough lifes. Enough children.

And as one mother to another, Molly Weasley nodded back.


I’ve been dreaming of drawing some dragons for such a long time and here they are with some drarry in the background, ahaha. Let me introduce you their lil’ dradon babies: Blueberry, Sicily and Magnoly. It’s easy to guess which name has been chosen by Harry.


“Still feigning death on the ground, he understood. Narcissa knew that the only way she would be permitted to enter Hogwarts, and find her son, was as part of the conquering army. She no longer cared whether Voldemort won.”