The Wedding Night

Draco laughs as we stumble down the hallway, pausing every few feet to snog.

God, I love his laugh.

It sounds like a kept promise and a new beginning.

I kiss him again and his laugh halts as he kisses me back wholeheartedly. He tastes sweet. Vanilla, like our wedding cake.

“Harry,” he mumbles against my lips. I smile and feel, rather than see, the smile he gives me in return. “We’re here. This is the room.”

Reluctantly, I pull away from him in order to inspect the door. Honeymoon Suite is painted on the wood in elegant, swooping script. It reminds me of Draco’s handwriting. Although, I suppose that everything reminds me of Draco nowadays. Probably a side effect of being in love with the git.

“Do we dare go in?” I say, which makes Draco smile.

“You first, mister Head Auror Potter. That way if there’s any monsters in there you can slay them for me.”

I grin, knowing I look like a lovesick fool, but not caring.

I open the door to the suite and peer into the dark room. It’s absolutely extravagant; Draco will love it.

“No monsters in here,” I assure him. “Now, should I carry you in, bridal style?”

“I’m not a child, Potter. I don’t need to be carried,” he says, pretending to be offended.

“No, but you sure act like one sometimes,” I return.

“Harry Potter! This is what I get for pledging my love and devotion to you? Snarky insults and petty remarks?”

“That wasn’t an insult, just an observation,” I say.

“It wasn’t what you said, it was the way you said it,” Draco insists, holding his head up high aristocratically.

I laugh, and the sound is full of affection and fondness. “So you don’t want me to carry you then,” I conclude.

“Don’t be silly. Of course I want you to carry me.”

He’s so ridiculous, and I love him so much, so I kiss him. He wraps his legs around my hips as his tongue enters my mouth and I moan a little, subconsciously. I carry him into the room, my arms wrapped around him tightly because I know that if I drop him he’ll never let it go. The door swings closed with a bit of wandless magic.

I lay Draco down on the silken sheets of the king-sized bed. The only light in the room are beams of moonlight and starlight that filter through the skylight, but Draco seems to glow anyway. His platinum blond hair circles his head like a halo. His eyes are sparkling, bright and alive with unconcealed emotion. The expression on his face is open, which is a rare thing, and I savor it.

“I love you, Draco,” I say, because I need him to hear it, need him to know how much I mean it.

Usually, he dismisses my “I love you”s with “you’re such a sap, Potter” or “that’s because I’m a goddamn miracle”, but not tonight.

Tonight, he says, “I love you more.”

“You couldn’t possibly,” I whisper before I capture his mouth with my own and try to show him that nobody could ever love anybody as much as I love him.

this is from my fic on archive of our own

Lost Children

Well here it is, the fic that I thought would NEVER END has finally ended and is all uploaded to AO3. Thank you to everyone for your patience, but especially to the Drarry Discord chat for enduring my babbling and providing me with support, to @llap115 for being my cheerleader and @tdcatsblog for being the best beta ever. 117k later and Lost Children is done (for now…)

In the months since the War the Ministry have been cracking down on their reforms and trials, desperate to see all those who sided with Voldemort punished. This includes ensuring that the Malfoy family can’t slip away like they did the first time. Harry’s more than happy to do whatever he can to help them until Pansy Parkinson arrives on his doorstep with a message from Narcissa Malfoy; she’s calling in his life-debt. Harry has a purpose again and it’s to save Draco who at the end of the summer is going to be tried as an adult Death Eater with the intention of the outcome being the Kiss.

However, as with everything involving Draco sodding Malfoy it’s not that simple and Harry finds himself losing his heart in the quest to save Draco from his past.

There is nothing you can say to make me think that this boy is evil, nothing. Being raised with certain ideals, believing in your parents, trusting in those that are supposedly older and wiser than you is what everyone’s been taught to do.
Draco Malfoy trusted his family, to him he was always on the right side of the war, until the end when he thought maybe these adults don’t actually know what they’re doing. He trusted the people around him, that’s exactly what he was supposed to do.
And don’t compare him to Sirius because Sirius was brought to the light because his family was cruel. They hurt him, they abused him, he had the positive influence of the potters so he had an escape.
Draco’s parents never hurt him they loved him so much that they spoiled him rotten. They loved him and tried to protect him, to Draco these people. The people who raised him were good people. They were kind to him, they valued him. How could people he loved so much be evil?
Then after all this he learns for himself that his parents are wrong. The people he thought were heroes have failed him, and he has to put his trust in a boy he’s hated for 7 years. And he does, ever so slightly he does, he tries to be better. He sees that his family is wrong and he saves Harry’s life. And as soon as he starts realizing this an evil mad man moves int his house, threatens that same family who’s only ever done right by him. He had no choice
Draco Malfoy was a spoiled brat don’t get me wrong, but he wasn’t evil. He was a child, a victim of circumstance, and a product of his society. But he was not evil.

If Harry ever set up a muggle dating profile, his description would say: Anyone who’s interested message me by replying to this question: If you ever met a very famous person, what would you say to them?

And after getting numerous boring responses he’d get this one:

I do know a very famous person and he’s an asshole. So, I’d probably say ‘Hey, asshole.’

And Harry thinks, this, this is it. This is the kind of man he needs. So he sets up a date with this guy and it turns out to be Draco. 

Upon seeing each other they just groan defeatedly.

how tf did they not know

At the Battle of Hogwarts
  • <b> Voldemort:</b> harry potter is dead
  • <b> Harry:</b> *rolls off Hagrid* lol bitch you thought
  • <b> Narcissa:</b>
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> gasp
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> wow
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> unbelievable
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> a true Christmas miracle
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> what a shocker
  • <b> Narcissa:</b> wow

In an AU where Harry and Draco became boyfriends before the trio takes off Horcrux hunting

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A comic that was a result of a request and is angsty because I have been feeling like a sentimental fool for the last couple of days

  • Hermione, to Draco and Harry over a cup of coffee: I'm really glad you two have finally put your differences behind you. It's a relief to watch you both have a conversation without bickering.
  • Ron, laughing: It's a little weird though, right? Next they'll be getting friendship bracelets, or something.
  • Harry:
  • Draco:
  • Harry and Draco: *simultaneously pulls down their sleeves*

“Think about it. When they first met at Madam Malkin’s, Draco tried to impress Harry. He didn’t know who he was and, no offence, but Harry was more than shaggy dressed. That means he was undoubtedly not Draco’s class. But Draco didn’t care. When they first met on the train, Draco offered his friendship. Harry refused. And then that’s when the teasing began. Look at it this way: If Harry would be a girl, Draco would pull on his pigtails, poke him in the ribs and would lift his skirt. But Harry is a boy so Draco copes with his feelings in a different way. He follows harry around to blackmail him somehow, he always starts a fight and he is mean to Harry’s friends to rise a reaction out of him. If that isn’t love or at least liking, I don’t know what else is.” - (Tom Felton “Draco”)

  • Harry: I made this friendship bracelet for you.
  • Draco: You know I'm not really a jewelry person.
  • Harry: You don't have to wear it.
  • Draco: No, I'm gonna wear it forever. Back off.