I have this headcanon that Albus and Scorpius were born almost at the same time or at least only a couple of hours apart so Draco and Harry were stuck together in the waiting room while Ginny and Astoria were giving births. And Harry noticing what a nervous wreck Draco was, took pity on him and awkwardly tried to reassure him because he knew what it was like to wait for the birth of a child for the first time. And when Scorpius and Albus were born, Draco and Harry introduced them to each other.
And surprisingly, both dads kept in touch, Harry offering some dad!tips and Draco absorbing all the information like a sponge. And then they organised playdates for their kids and that’s how Scorpius and Albus became bffs literally from the cradle (and James began feeling very protective of both of them).
•the crunch of leaves in the middle of fall when they get stepped or jumped on
•The nip of the chilly winter air biting at your nose
•the crackling of the fire when another piece of kindling is thrown in
•short bursts of poetry combined with pictures that have no relation to them
•the burning feeling you get when you stare at something too long
•the warm mist of tea as it cumulates on the cup while you inhale the scent
•instantly messing up the art that some barista put a lot of work into when they give you your drink
•the crisp gliding of yellow book pages as you turn them
•the comforting feeling that comes with light rain and cloudy skies
•lots of snow in one night that immediately melts into a giant puddle the next day
•pondering over whether or not the entire human race is just an au or not
•the way your lips subconsciously part as you slowly lean in to kiss someone
•little mason jars filled with jam and little sprigs of parsley that have a bandanna tied around the center
•sighing as you breathe in the smell of your freshly cleaned laundry
•the intoxicating feeling you get when you get to stay home from school
•the quiet hissing of metal against skin
•sticky beads of sweat that roll across your forehead when you overthink something repeatedly
•piping hot chocolate the nearly scalds your tongue because you weren’t paying to attention and you didn’t cool it off
•feeling content and happy when you think that someone made you loads of flower crowns out of whatever was available (then realizing that they got it at a gift shop outside of town)
•perfectly shaved legs rubbing against freshly dried sheets
•staying up until 3am on a school night
•man buns & half shaved heads
•the anxiety that comes with college applications and sats
•sobbing over the fact that “DEAN MADE CAS A MIXTAPE, A MIXTAPE!!!”
•obsessively posting random crap on tumblr that people somehow like
•lumpy space princess thinking that she’s the shit
•the last phone charger breaking only a week after the headphones
•jamming out to 1975 in your underwear on a stormy Tuesday afternoon
•reading Harry Potter and, “fuck you dumbledore.”
•gorging on Chinese food while watching the entire series of friends in the span of a single weekend
•listening to Halsey and feeling angsty and badass as fuck
•snuggling closer into the covers while curling your toes as you fall asleep
•going to Starbucks and ordering one of those “pumpkin lattes” just to be an “annoying ass White person”
•wearing crystal necklaces that supposedly give you “strength” and other shit
•going to sleep until 3pm because you just don’t give a fuck
•the silent internal screaming that happens whenever it’s finals week
•warm laughter that occurs when a stupid yet meaningful joke is told
•blaring pop music until ears went numb
•always using emojis that make no sense to the conversation
•the painful howls of wolves when the full moon peeks out
•sucking cherries off of their stems only to eat the stems as well
•browsing through various otp prompts but never writing about any of them
•wearing eyeglasses in the dark and feeling like such a badass
•lipstick stains across dusty bathroom mirrors in a secondhand supermarket
•randomly placed books in the wrong section of the library than where they’re supposed to be
•screaming along to three days grace in hello kitty pajamas on a hot Wednesday night in the middle of summer
•learning languages only to do nothing with the newfound knowledge
•speaking through glances and hushed tones
•the crinkle of candy wrappers between fingers when their squished as they get thrown away
•thor’s smile as he watches his bf dizee live his dream
•naming a cat queso just because of that one time and that one Mexican restaurant
•leather jackets being thrown over shoulders as their wearers saunter down the hallway
•the smell of cinnamon and apple wrapped up in pure sugar
•Baz attacking the mole on Simon’s neck as if it were a target
•cursing someone out in another language
•"we saw the same sunset.“
•the exhausting moment when you get up and go to the bathroom early in the morning and you trip, and you just kinda lay there
•the squeaks of mattresses that happen when a hoard of people jump on them
•the life or death moment when you can’t get to your phone in time and it’s about to die
•crying as “Talking To The Moon” by Bruno Mars plays in a bar at 2am on a loop
•sighing when you realize that you made several grammatical errors in your writing and your already turned it in
•the sound of sneakers screeching against newly waxed gym floors
“Harry,” Ron tugs at his sleeve, “Harry, how do I ‘reblog’ on Instagram?”
Harry swipes left on a brunette girl with pigtails and answers, “You don’t.” His best friend makes an exasperated sound and Harry looks up to see him turning the phone Harry has bought him to the side as if to find the reblog button there. “You only like things on Instagram.”
“No, no,” Ron assures, “I want to reblog them too.”
Harry rolls his eyes. “No, I mean, you can only press the hearts, you can’t put them on your own wall.”
Ron looks annoyed. “But how are my followers going to see the things then?”
Harry chuckles and turns back to his phone were a too good-looking-to-be-good Theodore Nott has come up as a potential match. “You don’t have any followers,” he says and swipes left. Ron, muttering, doesn’t contradict him.
They’re on the tube, because Harry doesn’t have a connection into the Floo-network (and Harry’s with Ron because he doesn’t dare to let Ron ride by himself, despite protests from him that he ‘can do it by myself, I’ve gone by tube for years now!’ because although it is true, he has also always been with Hermione).
Leaning over, Ron asks, “Can I get Tinder, too?”
“Mate, it’s only a dating app. Nothing else.”
“Oh,” Ron says, “that’s a no then,” and he moves back to Instagram. Harry swipes left on seven people in four seconds and tells Ron he has enough apps as it is anyway.
Harry had been reluctant to get a Tinder profile in the beginning but somehow Ginny of all people had convinced him.
“I won’t meet the love of my life through a screen,” he’d said.
“Yeah, well you’re missing out on a lot of fun and have absolutely no way of meeting them if you sit in your flat and do nothing all day, either,” she’d responded. There had been no good argument after that and she’d “helped” him with his bio by typing “magical fingers and messy hair” and then swiped right on the first five potential matches before Harry had managed to get his phone back.
At first, he’d been meticulous. Gone through people bio’s and photos and really given everyone an honest chance as well as swiping right on a large number of people. After a couple of very awkward conversations, he changed tactics to not swiping right unless it really felt good but after awhile it got too much to invest himself in everyone so deeply. Soon enough he was not only addicted to swiping left, he also didn’t have the energy to care about anything but the first picture. Nowadays, it is more mindless than anything and there goes another three to the left.
It’s always the one’s that he doesn’t immediately swipe left on that he swipes right on. The one’s who makes him hold up, like this girl with rainbow coloured hair. Something that catches Harry’s eye and then he’s off again. Left left left left left Draco Malfoy. With a posh looking picture…
To say I was a hot topic around Hogwarts was quite the understatement. Ever since my second year when word got around that the guy from the muggle family actually had a vagina! Apparently the pure-bloods had never had any experience with such a thing. Most called it muggle magic and they all practically tripped over themselves to ask me questions. Eventually they died down as all things do, until I returned my fifth year having gone through top surgery. That brought on its own wave of questions.
Draco Malfoy was no different. At first, when he discovered my identity he called it ‘revolting’ and 'unnatural.’ Although, he too came around in our fifth year and we dove into a friendship neither of us expected. Nothing had prepared me for him as the same could be said from him about me. Being hormonal teenagers, there was always a tension between us. It wasn’t until the middle of our sixth year that he relieve it.
“Draco!” I whined softly, he had just dragged me out of the common room and was pulling me hastily down to some empty corridor.
“Where are we going?!” He let out a growl and mumbled something about me needing to shut up. He stopped abruptly, gripping my hand tighter as he glanced around quickly. His hand were on my hips for mere seconds to place me firmly against the wall.
He slammed his hands on the wall on the sides of my head, breathing heavy with a look of irritation painted on his face.
“Do you have any idea? The things you do to me?” He whispered softly, his lips curling in anger as he breathed softly into my ear. I swallowed the growing lump in my throat before uttering weakly, “I-I don’t understa–”
“ALWAYS!” He spoke louder now, his body nearing mine, but keeping a space between us in a teasing way. He softened as he saw the clear fear in my eyes, he dropped his hands to grip the sides of my shoulders, squeezing softly as he leaned into my ear again.
“The way you sound, your walk, bloody hell even your scent! You drive me absolutely mad. I want to ravage you, mold this pretty little body to fit against my own.”
I let out a soft whimper, feeling heat rush not only to my cheeks but between my legs as well. Before I could manage to stutter something in response Draco spoke again.
“You are the brightest part of my life and would like to propose you be my boyfriend, (Y/N). Would you accept?” He pulled away from my ear, watching my face contently as he drug his fingertips lightly down my arms.
“Uh..y-yea, I mean, yes. I-I would accept.”
He smirked in approval, “That’s my boy.”
His hands met my hips and his lips crashed against my own. He let out a soft hiss as his tight pants gained the smallest amounts of friction from my hips.
“Just one thing, love.” He said softly, “I am not a very 'publicly affectionate’ man and I don’t want you to expect anything else.” He was stern now, waiting until I nodded before reuniting our lips.
On that night, I hadn’t realized that 'not being publicly affectionate’ meant not telling anyone about our relationship. Of course I was hurt, who wouldn’t be? He never told me why, he merely said it was not the time to introduce a new relationship to everyone. I had spend may hours contemplating what exactly could be his reason, not my bloodline, as even though I was raised by muggles, I was a pure-blood. I’d first thought it was the fact I was a male, but it’s been over a year and he seems quite comfortable in his own skin.
Tonight, some Ravenclaw girl had managed to get the Room of Requirements to have a nice set up for a party. Rumor has it that some kids had snuck in firewhisky and vodka, which most were excited to try as they’d never had muggle alcohol. Of course I was going, Draco and I already had yet another continuous fight about finally telling people we’re together. I was tired of Pansy throwing herself on him, literally. She’d let out small giggles when he’d crack jokes, dragging her fingertips on his arms. She’d always whisper in his ear or hook her arm in his as they walked. Malfoy of course never had a feeling for her, but still pitied her school girl crush. He let her do as she pleased, actually working as a nice cover.
Every time I saw her hands on him I felt my cheeks grow red with anger and Draco would always shoot me his ’I’m sorry, baby’ look and make it up to me later. Tonight was for me, a night to get drunk, dance to something, and crash. The party wasn’t for hours and well, being a seventeen year old boy, I was horny. But there was no way I was going to be the first to run back to Draco to get satisfaction. I knew he’d be aching as much as I am as we haven’t had sex in a solid two weeks. As we were both stubborn as hell, we both weren’t going to be the first to apologize. I walked up to the empty dormitory and did as I knew best, masturbate, but be sure Draco walks in on me.
It wasn’t a hard game. He could practically smell my arousal a mile away, much less sense when I’m pleasuring myself. I was slow, setting up nicely, I’d do one of Draco’s favorites. He loved to see me touching myself on his bed, don’t ask why, but I’m certainly not complaining. The scent of him surrounding me was euphoric.
I undresses slowly, settling down on his bed. I lowered myself down on the bed softly, teasingly, there was no fun in masturbation if you don’t take your time. Within minutes I was struggling to keep myself quiet as I sunk my fingers into myself.
“A-Ah! Draco! Fuck!” I moaned softly, circling my hips downward softly. My eyes were knitted closed as I felt the pleasure begin to build, my body beginning to become more desperate, more sensitive as I thought of my white-haired lover.
“And what do you think you’re doing, baby boy?” Draco snarled, leaning against the door frame, trying to keep a stern look on his lust painted face. “If you need something, you’re supposed to come to me, kitten.”
I glared at him, still standing my ground, “Oh? Last time I checked you don’t want to help me with anything. You’re too busy helping Pansy.”
His jaw clenched as he inhaled sharply though his nose. “Get dressed,” he spoke low through closed teeth, “the party starts in ten minutes. I’ll see you there.” He stormed out of the room, leaving me alone, naked, and much more upset that I was at the beginning of my endeavor.
I dressed quickly, not bothering to finish myself off. I’d do it later when I was drunk and lonely. I walked to the Room of Requirements and entered to what seemed like a muggle club. The lights were low and muggle music was playing, a few dark booths were on one side of the room, a large space for dancing on the other. There was a bar in the back and I rushed there quickly. I ordered a glass of firewhisky and began wandering the neon-lit room for a familiar face. Malfoy was in the corner near the dance floor, Pansy already leaning on him in a fake drunken state.
I growled softly, glaring at her pathetic attempts to seduce him. I grabbed some fifth year Hufflepuff I had spoken to a few times and dragged him onto the dance floor as a song began. The beat was dark and playful, a song meant for couples to grind to. I pulled the young boy against me, pressing the tip of his nose against my own. Poor kid didn’t know what hit him. He was flushed and turned on by my teasing and I’ll admit I was using him, making sure I caught Draco’s eye before I grabbed the kid’s tie and rolled my hips against him. I locked eyes with Draco and let out a fake moan. His eyebrows furrows and I could practically hear the growl that left his scowling lips.
Draco whispered something to Pansy, grazing her hip softly with her hand before heading my way. As he neared, he glared at me angrily, he grabbed my arm with a rough grip and dragged me with him back to our common room. He gripped my wrist tightly as he rushed up to the dormitories, shoving me down on his bed with a snarl.
He climbed over top me, placing a hand lightly on my throat, leaning down, coating his lips with his own saliva. “You want people to know? Want them to know you’re mine. Fine. Then I’ll let them know.”
He kept his hand firm on my throat as he sunk his teeth into the underside of my jaw, causing me to whine softly. His other hand was roughly pulling my pants down, not wasting any time to strip me completely.
I slid my hand down to cup his hip, raking my fingers along the material of his shirt, dragging it up his torso. His hands came down to push my hands away from his body, shaking his head with a smirk.
“Mmm,” I whined softly, “Draco, please!” His fingers slid down to my wet pussy, trailing softly along the slick surface, just leaving the ghost of pleasure, letting out a breathy laugh at my whines and desperate moves.
He brought his wet fingertip up to drag my bottom lip down, softly.
“You want it? Want me to fuck you so hard the whole school knows you’re mine?” I nodded frantically, reaching up to try and meet his lips with my own. His hand met my throat again, applying a light pressure to the sides. He slid his pants low on his hips and slammed himself into my tight hole, letting out a groan as he endured the warm, tight feeling of me around him.
Draco wasted no time slamming into me at a fast, hard pace. With each thrust I sound myself being pushed deeper into the mattress, I wrapped my small hand around the forearm that gripped my throat. Large moans bubbled out of both of us as our pleasure pushed us closer to the edge of the cliff of climax we both wanted to dive off of.
All of sudden I heard the sound of Pansy’s fake drunken voice, “H-heyy, Drac– BLOODY HELL!” I expected Draco to stop his thrusts, instead he looked over his shoulder, laughing softly before pushing my legs farther apart, burying himself to the hilt into me. I tried to push him away, show a shred of respect to Pansy, but it was a failed attempt, Draco just pinched my clit hard.
“Get the hell out, Pansy!” He roared softly. The door slammed shut just as I felt myself begin to gush onto my lover’s cock.
“O-oh! That’s it, Draco! Fuck!” He thrusted harder until he reached his own climax, collapsing next to me and pressing my body flush against his own.
“You wanted everyone to know? Well, Pansy happens to be a loud mouth and I may have told her to meet me up here, love. Pathetic girl never saw it coming.” He whispered softly, nuzzling into my neck.
Hey I was wondering if you know any fluffy fics that take place at Hogwarts and if Harry has a Hungarian Horntail tattoo I would not be mad...
Harry with a tattoo is hot. Harry with a Hungarian Horntail tattoo is SAUNA HOT!! I’ve already done some fic recs that are set during Hogwarts, so be sure to check out my 8th year rec list, 5th year rec list & Hogwarts-era rec list. 90% of the stories listed in them are going to be fluff, because I’m an absolute sucker for it, however none of them - to my knowledge - have a Harry with tattoos. And because I haven’t done a tattoo rec list before, below are some stories where he does!
Code Cracking for Gryffindors - by Sara’s Girl (4k) Harry should know better than to conceal mysterious body art from dorm-mates who pay no heed to what happened to the cat. (So fluffy and adorable! It’s set in 7th year and Harry’s friends are trying to decipher what the tattoo on his hip means (it’s not a Hungarian Horntail, but the meaning behind why Harry got the tattoo is so cute!))
Fearless- byBrief_and_Dreamy(35k) “There are two basic motivating forces: fear and love. When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement, and acceptance.” – John Lennon (The humour in this story was top notch. Harry was portrayed perfectly, the author was able to capture his fearless, reckless and impulsive nature. Harry and Ginny’s platonic friendship was beautiful. Draco’s thoughts about muggles - which are hilarious - are absolute gold. I just couldn’t get enough of this story!)
Falling Stars, Catching Lightning - by daftfear (6k) Draco’s talent and skill as a tattoo artist are without equal, but when Potter comes in asking for a custom piece that’ll take several sessions to complete, Draco finds his abilities and professionalism tested. (Post-hogwarts setting where Harry gets a phoenix tattoo from none other than Draco Malfoy. It’s such a charming read and the sexual tension between Draco and Harry was lovely to watch)
When Hippogriffs and Pygmy Puffs Collide - by oldenuf2b (33k) Harry Potter bakes cakes, brilliantly. Draco Malfoy inks tattoos, brilliantly. Owls deliver post, including messages from clients, with an occasional lack of brilliance. (I just loved how unique Draco and Harry’s professions were! I mean, how often do you come across a baker!Harry? If you hate angst, then this is the story for you as it’s 33k words of pure fluff!)
Between Ink And Blood - by Candamira (18k) “Yes. Just – how did you know? I didn’t know myself that I want a tattoo until I saw the Hungarian Horntail,” Harry said. Druid shrugged. “It’s hard to explain, my magic sings to me and then I just know. It’s a druidic gift passed on from father to son since the early days, together with a message every male in my family gets as his first tattoo.” He showed Harry the inner side of his forearm. The dark green of the calligraphic writing stood starkly against the pallor of the skin: Be careful with the lines you draw because there is a secret world between ink and blood where they will come alive. (Post-hogwarts. In this story, Draco is the one with a Hungarian and Harry has a dragon as well, but his is an Icelandic Icebreather. I’m just in love with the whole concept of ‘magical tattoos’ where the two dragons can dance and fly across the skin of their owners and even travel onto other bodies!)
A Malfoy with a lion tattoo - by yeahImprettyawesome (2k) On a drunken dare, Draco Malfoy stumbles into Harry Potter’s tattoo parlour. (Short and sweet! Just like the summary states, Harry has a magical tatoo parlour and an inebriated Draco wanders in asking for one. Harry’s a bit mischievous in this fic ;))
What I’m Missing- by agentmoppet (5k) “can you do a drarry one shot during eighth year where draco walks around like he’s really big and bad but he’s really lonely because everyone’s scared of him and he hates himself for what he did and he lets harry in after a while and just angst? thank youuu” (Harry has Fiendfyre tattooed all across his back, but within the flames there’s a phoenix as well. He said it reminds him of second chances, of hope, and of Draco Malfoy. I honestly could not get enough of this story! It’s so captivating and intriguing. I fell in love with the Harry in this story as he’s just so kind and down-to-earth. Your heart reaches out to Draco as well and all you want to do is just hug him because he’s suffering so much at the hands of his classmates and society)
Draconis Affectionitis - by tryslora (2k) Harry’s tattoo takes a shine to Draco (Post Hogwarts. Harry has a dragon tattoo, but it’s no ordinary tattoo. It’s not even an ordinary wizarding tattoo. You see, Harry’s dragon will climb out of his skin and latch onto the person it thinks will be the best partner for its owner)
Breaking The Curse - by Sophie_French (5k) Potter has been hit by a mysterious curse and he needs Draco to break it. (Post Hogwarts. Harry has a phoenix tatto in this story as well. It’s all about an ex-lover of Harry’s cursing him so that he can only feel aroused when someone insults him. Harry goes to Malfoy to help break the curse, which results in some hot smut scenes)
A Few Brief Moments - by disapparater (8k) Draco remembers his life with Harry, until he forgets. (Okay so this story is a spin-off/prequel to Omi_Ohmy’s ‘Sleeping Dragon’. Both of these stories are breathtakingly gorgeous, with heaps of fluff and heartache. This is the story detailing Harry and Draco’s life before Draco suffered from memory loss. Okay but in Sleeping Dragon Harry has a dragon tattoo which symbolises his love for Draco, and I just loved how the author was able to incorporate it into this story!!)
Sleeping Dragon - by Omi_Ohmy (20k) When Draco loses his memory, Harry struggles to recognise the man he loves. As they get to know each other again, can Harry overcome his sense of loss? And will Draco ever remember that he loves Harry? (Amnesia fics are always a pleasure to read. Amnesia!Draco was involved in an accident and now he has no memory of the past 10 years, including being married to Harry. Watching them find and discover each other all over again - from strangers to lovers - was so lovely to read)
request: “Hey can I request prompt 92 with Draco Malfoy? It’s okay if you don’t want to 😊” - by anon
a/n: what do you mean it’s okay if i don’t want to? OF COURSE I WANT TO IT’S DRACO MALFOY. (hope you like this ahaha. also, let’s just pretend they’re not 14-year-olds in this imagine bc it takes place in the goblet of fire lol)
92. “Not that I’d prefer him, but he is definitely more handsome than you are.”
“Draco, look! There he is!” you whispered to the boy beside you, slapping him repeatedly on the arm to gain his attention while your other hand was pointing quite excitedly to the middle of the Great Hall where the Durmstrang students were now doing a very impressive entrance.
Draco Malfoy scoffed, scowling at the sight of Viktor Krum walking along with his schoolmates. To be honest, he was definitely jealous by how you were giving the International Quidditch player so much attention as soon as he arrived that Draco didn’t even bother to please you by joining along the cheering.
“Holy cow.” you gasped just as Viktor Krum took a seat not far from yours. “Do you think he’ll sign me an autograph if I walked out there and asked, Draco?”
“I don’t know, Y/N. Why don’t you throw yourself at him and try?” he deadpanned.
You sent him a glance of annoyance before leaning in slightly on your table to look sideways where Krum was chatting with some of your housemates already.
Draco scoffed, “What’s with him, anyway? Anyone could play Quidditch -”
“You got to be kidding me!” you cut him off. “No one plays Quidditch like Krum. And not only that, he is so …” you dreamily stared at him.
“What?” Draco urged you to continued and finally, you flickered your eyes on him to see that he was grimacing.
“Handsome.” you grinned.
Draco clenched his hand into a fist. “Y/N, you might want to check your eyes and visit Madam Pomfrey.”
You laughed at his expression, placing a hand over his. “Come on. It’s not that I’d prefer him, but he is definitely more handsome than you are.” you carried on teasing him.
For a few weeks now, you and Draco had been going on dates after admitting to yourselves that the both of you indeed fancied each other much more than a friend. That was why he was so jealous and you were having so much fun knowing that he was, much to his disapproval.
“Hey,” you shook the hand you were still holding when he gave you no response, the platinum haired boy didn’t look at you as he glumly picks on his food. “Draco, I was only kidding.”
“Didn’t seem that you were.” he murmured.
You were biting your lip to fight off the smile that was beginning to show. “Of course, I was. You are definitely, no doubt, one hundred percent, more good looking and attractive and handsome than Krum.” you over exaggerated, finally making Draco to look at you.
You could see that he was trying hard not to laugh. “You are ridiculous.” he said, only chuckling.
“Am I forgiven then?”
Draco smirked. “I’ll think about it.”
“Now you’re the one being ridiculous.”
“Well, sorry, but I’m not the one who was fawning over another guy when she already has a boyfriend.” the scowl was on his face again.
"Boyfriend.“ you repeated. “Is that what you are? Because honestly, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend.”
Draco was about to say something but decided against it, closing his mouth afterwards.
Truth was, you were right. The two of you have been dating for a moderately long time now and still he hasn’t bothered to ask you to make it official which made you annoyed a little bit. But even though you felt that way, you never confronted him about it - until now, that is to say.
“I thought I didn’t need to ask.” he murmured after a good minute.
“How come?” you crossed your arms.
Draco turned to you. “Because I thought we already were. I mean, Y/N, we’ve been kissing and going on dates - isn’t that what couples do?”
"Yeah, but -“
"And you know I’m only yours.” he raised an eyebrow.
You blushed in embarrassment and also because of his statement. “Okay, fine, I’m sorry. It’s totally my fault.”
He snorted. “Well, now that you mentioned it. Would you be my girlfriend?” he was now grinning.
"Your lack of romanticism still amazes me, Malfoy. Jeez, I was kidding.“ you quickly added the last part when he gave you the look. "And yeah, I’ll be your girlfriend.”
“Good.” he was about to lean in and give you a kiss when your eyes widened and you pointed behind him.
He rolled his eyes and cut you off by pressing his lips on yours like originally planned. Some of the Slytherins that were on the table whistled and shouted at the scene in front of them while you laughed against the kiss, the both of you pulling away shortly after.
Your eyes were shining and your cheeks were crimson red. “What was that for?” you asked him breathlessly, Draco shrugging with a smug grin on his face.
"Had to show Krum that you’re taken, of course. It occurred to me that he might be the only competition that I’m going to have.“
"Believe me, there’s no competition.” you assured him.
Draco nodded, leaning away from your face to start eating again, holding your hand the whole time as Viktor Krum walked passed behind the both of you.
okay so i have this headcanon that after the war, harry and draco are dating and draco is secretly very talented at art but isn’t very vocal about it to harry and so harry doesn’t even know really (draco’s almost embarrassed about it and doesn’t feel like it’s important enough to bother harry with), and then one day harry catches draco doodling all over his arm and that leads to draco confessing about his art and harry is so SHOOK and he convinces draco to paint a sky scenery type painting on his back and then harry gets a few tattoos later and they’re all designed by draco and god i just need artist!draco in my life
After a lot of complaining from him, I finally convinced Draco to go to my favorite coffee shop in London, which happens to be muggle, this morning. Even once we were there, he continued to grumble under his breath, but he shut up really quickly once he tasted his coffee. The look on his face was priceless, evident that he really liked the coffee but didn’t want to admit it. He must have been in a good mood because he didn’t even have a rude comment to throw my way when I snapped this photo of him, he just rolled his eyes and continued to sip his coffee. Oh, and did I mention that he looks absolutely incredible? I think he’s the only person that could pull off a plain white tee-shirt that well.
Anyway, it’s time to go enjoy the rest of my Saturday with Draco. If I take any longer writing this, I’m sure he will walk in to question what I’m doing, see the journal, and have a right fit, which I’m really not in the mood for right now, so I’ll continue to keep this a secret from him for the time being.