malfoy's letters

Dearest JK Rowling,

20 years ago, to the day, you published the first book of seven that has followed me throughout my entire life. These book have been the blueprints that have created the foundation for the way in which I live my life each day.
So many people have been changed because of something that started on napkins. You are not only an amazing writer, but an inspiration. I have personally been in awe of you for as long as I can remember. You have created something that I will share with my future kids. They will not only know the life of the Golden Trio, but they will know your story and how you rose from the ashes and created something so beautiful that it shook the world. They will know your anguish and your triumph just as I have.
It seems as if anything is possible in my life and it’s because of you that I’ve adopted that mindset.
Your stories have created such a deep love in my heart, that I doubt I will ever forget the first moment I truly knew what it was to relate to a young, scrawny boy, living in the cupboard under the stairs. I have overcome all of the adversity and struggles in my life thanks to you, a boy with a scar, and his friends who made everything possible.
Harry Potter is my past, present, and future.

Love always,
A girl who still waits for her letter

(Love) Letters

Harry Potter,
Last chance to accept my proposal of friendship. You don’t want to make a mistake you cannot erase.
Draco Malfoy.

Hey Putter,
I’d love the hit you with a few golf balls.
Malfoy.

Hey Potty,
Were you born that ugly, or did you get punched in the face too many times by your muggle family?
Malfoy.

Hey Scarhead,
How’s your frizzy-haired Mudblood girlfriend? And your pet orangutan?
Malfoy.

Hey Arselmouth,
I didn’t realise specky gits enjoyed murdering Hufflepuffs with snakes? I’m almost impressed.
Malfoy.

Hey Orphan,
Missing Mummy and Daddy?
Malfoy.

Hey Princess,
Did you hurt your head real bad when you fainted, or are you already damaged beyond repair?
Malfoy.

Hey Prickter,
I know you’re up to something. I know what Hagrid’s doing.
Malfoy.

Hey Prince,
Didn’t get enough attention last year? Had to cheat your way into championship? I don’t think you’ll last 5 minutes.
Malfoy.

Hey Porkie,
Are you still starving yourself? You’re like a bag of bones. Except with less fashion sense.
Malfoy.

Hey Pisster,
I can’t believe you’re still alive! Maybe die next time?
Malfoy.

Hey Pothead,
Is your little Mudblood still crying over a couple of words? Just learn, you must not tell lies.
Malfoy.

Hey Plonker,
Umbridge is looking for you.
Malfoy.

Hey Plantpot,
Umbridge can’t get into the room. She doesn’t know how.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Stop following me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
Seriously, stop following me. I’ll fucking kill you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You almost killed me.
Draco.

Potter,
Where are you? Why did you leave?
Malfoy.

Potter,
These letters just keep getting brought back. Where are you? Are you dead?
Malfoy.

Potter,
Please come back.
Malfoy.

Potter,
I knew it was you.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You were in my house. You saw my house.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You can’t die. Please don’t die.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You fucking saved me.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You’re dead. You’re gone.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You aren’t dead.
Malfoy.

Potter,
You did it.
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Thank you, so much, for saving me. Thank you for saving my mother. Thank you for saving the entire wizarding world. I’m sorry for everything I did. And, I-
Sincerely, Malfoy.

Mr Potter,
Thank you so much for returning my wand.
Draco Malfoy.

Potter,
I don’t know how you did it, but thanks.
Malfoy.

Potter,
How do you unlock the staff room again?
Malfoy.

Hello Potter,
Granger is forcing me to ask you if you’d care to join us for drinks on Friday night. (You can say no.)
Malfoy.

Potter,
Are you still coming tonight?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Thanks for last night. I’m sorry you had to see me like that.
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
Do you want to go for a pint tonight, after work? I’ll pay?
Malfoy.

Hey Potter,
What time did you say you’re picking me up?
Draco.

Hey Harry,
Yesterday was amazing.
Draco.
Ps. We were always going to win!

Harry,
Are you sure I’m supposed to feel like this? Are you sure it was a muggle film? There was no misery potion involved?
Draco.

Harry,
Where did you learn to cook!?
Draco.

Harry,
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Draco.

Harry,
I miss you. When are you home?
Draco.

Harry,
I love you.
Draco.

Harry,
Are you sure this is a good idea? Last chance to back out?!
Draco.

Harry,
I’ve forgotten my keys..
Draco.

Harry,
YOU LEFT LAUNDRY ON THE FLOOR! AGAIN!!
Draco.

Harry,
Will you cook tonight? Pretty please?
D.

Harry,
You forgot your paperwork. I’ll send Hedwig.
D.

Hey Harry,
Come and find me, I’ve got your coffee!
D.

Harry,
Where’s my tie!?
D.

-

Marry me, Draco?
Harry.

One of the most beautiful and at the same time cruelest things in the world is falling in love with a fictional character.
Falling for their thoughts, for the way they talk and their deepest secrets which they only share with you.
Getting to know them better by each page, forming an idea of their facial expressions and making up conversations with them when no one is around.
And sometimes, you will spot someone on the street, with hair just like this character or a smile that reminds you of your daydreams and your heart will ache in the most hurtful way because you will never see all that characteristics combined in one person.
—  // maybe at another time, in another world…
j.d.m.
May the Best Kiss Win

An 8th year Drarry ficlet by OhSoDraco

AO3 Link: May the Best Kiss Win

Things were winding down in the 8th year common room and Harry was feeling rather drunk and well snogged after playing alcohol fuelled Spin the Bottle and Truth or Dare for the last few hours. Almost all the 8th Years had happily agreed to play the muggle party games that Hermione had suggested and Harry felt like he’d snogged at least half of them. Now it was after midnight and most of the students had retired to their dorms, leaving only a few stragglers lying or sitting around the common room, enjoying the buzz from the Firewhisky Seamus had provided and the warmth from the crackling fire.

Harry leaned back on his elbows from his slouched position on the floor and thought back to the two kisses of the night he’d enjoyed the most. Seamus had been the first to really get into it with Harry. He had felt a hot tongue push into his mouth almost as soon as their lips had touched and then Seamus put his hand on Harry’s arse and squeezed firmly while continuing the passionate assault with his lips and tongue. Harry had been left pink cheeked and slightly out of breath after that kiss and Seamus had looked rather pleased with himself as he sat back down in his place.

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I Miss You

Anon request: Hello lovely! Can I just say how much I loved closer?? Can you do an imagine where it’s the summer holidays and Draco and reader write letters to each other? :) preferably the letters are really fluffy, thanks so much!!!

Of course Anon, I have tried my best :) ALSO - before anyone reads, I’m considering writing a part 2 because it is quite short, so holla at this post if that’s something you’d like, and I’ll add it to my list of things to do :)

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

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“After everything you’ve been through. I would have been proud of you for simply surviving, but you’ve flourished.“ - Draco Malfoy

Slytherin Head Boy aesthetic for @torestoreamends wonderful story 

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Fic: Head Boy 

Harry...

I…Potter?

Is that…is that really you?

I can’t believe it. After such a long time that felt like hell, I finally get to see a light.

Yes, you do light up my world right now.

And your words…

Most people think I am all rude and dead inside, but I have feelings, you know, and the most intense feelings I have are for you, Harry.

I’m sorry if I sound weird, or cringe worthy, or…maybe stupid. But I am so happy right now.

I don’t care if this response is just a dream (which I’m getting ready to wake up from), because right now I just want to feel that sparkly thing going on in my heart.

And that smile you’re painting on my face.

I think we should meet up, talk, hell, talk about everything!!

I want to apologize and to tell you my reasons for my behavior towards you.

Please tell me when you’re free, so we can meet, wherever and whenever you’d like.

Thank you, Harry. Thank you.

Yours, Draco

—-

[Part 3 of the letter. Part 1 is on my blog, part 2 is on @kawaiispiritsfangirling (also follow that precious adorable bean).]

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«When I’m 80 years old and sitting in my rocking chair, I’ll be reading Harry Potter. And my family will say to me “After all this thime?” And I’ll say “Always"»
~Alan Rickman

anonymous asked:

Hi. I really like your blog and thanks for your recs. So I just completed He Who Must Not Be Normal. Have you? If so, what did you think of it? I thought their relationship was not very healthy. By the way do you have any journalist Draco? Thanks.

Hi anon!

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered is one of my top three favorite Drarry fics and I absolutely love it, all of it. I think it’s beautiful, amazing, and every other positive adjective you can possibly come up with.

Author’s summary: Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.

In it, Draco and Harry are both suffering from the aftermath of war. Draco struggles with a lack of money and is generally hiding from the world. His self-loathing is no joke. Harry is worn and harassed, unable to cope with the attention he’s continuously receiving. He hears voices and can’t sleep. Neither of them are in a good state of mind–their relationship does not start during ideal circumstances. Far from it. They’re a dysfunctional mess, and it’s heartbreaking, but also very very touching. Everything about them in this fic is so complex, and I am in love with these characterizations.

I wouldn’t say their relationship is unhealthy and leave it like that. They are a contradiction, they need each other, and they balance each other out; together, at last, they make perfect sense. They’re hurt and comfort all rolled into one. Their relationship is somehow terrifying and sort of brilliant all at once. Not perfect, not even close, but I believe they’ll get there.

I just… rooted for them so deeply, you know? I never wanted to stop reading about this Harry and Draco, and their lives. Everything was so sad and beautiful all at once. Also, I’m so impressed with this author’s writing and the way this whole thing was structured to make it impossible for you to stop–it’s a wild ride all the way through and it’s exhilarating. The style, the gradual change in perspective due to how Draco’s perception changes… AGH, I JUST LOVE IT ALL AND I COULD LITERALLY GO ON ABOUT THIS FOR AGES.

Hope that answers your question! 

PS: pls check out my He Who Must Not Be Normal fic aesthetic.

Leaving It All // Draco Malfoy

Originally posted by daisiesanddraco

Author’s Note: I started this back in December, and just finished it. The ending is a little rough, but I wanted it out of my drafts so here it is :)


It was autumn when it happened; a crisp, cloudy afternoon on a Sunday. There was butterbeer on your upper lip and wind whipping through your hair as you walked through Hogsmeade, numb fingers wrapped around the handle of a mug. A  pretty green woolen scarf wrapped around your neck and knee length brown leather boots on your feet. You could remember the worst day of your life as if it were yesterday. You could remember Astoria Greengrass’ grand, pearly smile, perfect chestnut curls, and rocking heels on the tiled floor of Madam Puddifoot’s. You could remember Lucius Malfoy’s smirk, and how he shook the congratulating hands of wizards and witches whose brothers and sisters he’d murdered only months before. You could remember Narcissa Malfoy’s eyes bearing into yours through crystalline glass windows, silently begging you not to interrupt; to allow him what happiness the bouncing brunette could give. But above all of these miserable memories, the youngest Malfoy’s performance was what haunted you.

Because he got down on one knee and winced at the collision. He took her perfectly manicured hands in his own shaking ones and pitched a speech about her sparkling eyes and soulmates. Suspenseful bystanders on the edge of their chairs watching as Draco’s hand fumbled in his coat and he stared at the floor with blue eyes faded to a stormy grey. Watching as nimble fingers curled around a ruby red velvet box containing Draco’s grandmothers ring. Because he bit down on his bottom lip as he opened the box, not looking at Astoria, but the wall behind her with a frown on his face; asking her to marry him with a cracking voice and sad eyes. Tears building in your eyes as he slides the diamond covered band onto her finger with a forced smile. Astoria throws herself into his arms and tells him how much she loves him and your world ends.

You could feel your heart breaking, falling apart because this isn’t how it was supposed to go. It wasn’t supposed to be here. It would happen on an unexpected day in the garden behind the manor. There would be no enthralling bystanders struggling to hear a proclamation of undying love. There would be no sad eyes, cracking voices, or frowns. There would be no hesitation, no shaking hands. It would be you. It would be Draco. It would be rosy cheeks, dazzling smiles, and happy tears. It would be eyes full of adoration and a mouth rambling about love. It would be a goblin made Malfoy heirloom on your finger and Draco whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he held you. It would be the best day of your life, not the worst.  

But it wasn’t.

It had been a couple months now, since it happened. Draco had called, probably more than an engaged man should. There was an invitation for an engagement party on your kitchen table, signed with love from Astoria Greengrass, soon to be Malfoy. A letter from Draco sat beside it, staring up at you, waiting for an answer. You hadn’t done much since the tragedy, mostly wallowed in your own sadness and self loathing. Because it wasn’t like you didn’t ask for this. It wasn’t like you hadn’t walked away from the ink on his arm or the prison sentence hanging over his head, because you had. You’d left those things, and somehow lost him in the process. You’d lost your Malfoy heirloom, your Malfoy owned mansion, your Malfoy garden wedding, your Malfoy-grand proposal, but most importantly, you’d lost your Malfoy. He was gone, and as happy as a boy with holes stolen from a war in his heart could be with a girl who saw nothing in him but a pretty face, pureblood status, and full vault at Gringotts.

Today was the day of the engagement party and you weren’t sure if you should go, but temptation followed you nipping at your heels all day. So, now you stood in front of a mirror staring at your reflection. You cocked your head to the side. You’d never been to an engagement party, but you’d been to Malfoy Manor. That was no place to dress any less than formal. Smoothing down your dress, you bit down on your lip, almost tempted to take it all off; to lay in bed and sulk for yet another day. That urge left as quickly as it came, and before you knew it, you were stepping into your fireplace. 

You coughed a little, stepping out of the Malfoys’ hearth. You looked around. You were in Draco’s room. You almost scoffed. Of course you’d come out in this particular fireplace. Your mother always had said that magic always took the heart’s desire into consideration. Looking around, you walked further into the room. It was almost exactly how you remembered it. Almost. 

Draco’s king size antique mahogany bed still stood, now covered in a light lavender colored frilly duvet rather than his normal Slytherin green silky covers. The windows were open, casting a soft afternoon glow through the room. Draco’s room was a bit messier than it used to stay. Clutter always used to drive him crazy. Expensive, frothy lingerie littered the floor. A royal blue pair of lacy panties hung on the bed post. Necklaces and bracelets hung on everything; drawer knobs, candle sticks, the grandfather clock. Draco’s things remained the same, though. Kept, and clean. 

The door opened on the other side of the room. Draco stepped in, quickly locking the door and running his fingers through his hair frantically. He was frustrated; you could tell. Draco was raised in ballrooms and boisterous gardens surrounded by people who thought they were better than everyone around them. He was used to the pureblood state of mind. Hell, he once harbored it himself. But, that didn’t make these stupid parties any less nerve wracking. 

He looked up, noticing you. He didn’t say anything for a second as his eyes raked over every inch of you. When he reached your eyes, he let out a quiet, “You came.” 

“I shouldn’t have,” you said picking at your nails. 

He agreed. “You shouldn’t have.” 

There was an unnerving silence for a while, but Draco spoke eventually. “I’m glad you did.” 

You didn’t know what to say now. Draco plopped down on his bed, pushing two or three dresses into the floor. “It’s a travesty isn’t it?” 

“What?” you asked, picking the paint off of your manicured fingernails. 

“Us,” he answered. “Two kids caught in the crossfires of something way bigger than them - love and war.” 

“I think…” you trailed off a little, looking at Draco. “I think love is war.” 

He cocked his head to the side, blue eyes bearing right into your soul. He blinked finally, and spoke. “Why are you here? Truthfully?” 

You sighed. At this point you were tired of dancing around your truth. You were tired of taking everyone else into consideration. It was time to think about what you needed, and that was Draco. You were falling apart without him. It was time to be honest, and there was no getting around it. “I can’t stay away from you.” 

“Why not?” This was the Draco Malfoy you knew. The straight forward, game playing blond haired child. He wanted to hear you say it. 

“I’m in love with you.” You told him, giving him exactly what he wanted, “I don’t think I ever stopped being in love with you. I hate myself for leaving you in the time you needed me most. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve followed my heart, not my head.” 

Draco looked up at you from the floor, “You know, it’s not supposed to be this easy.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“It shouldn’t be this easy for me to leave her,” Draco said. “A few sentences shouldn’t be able to convince me to leave this behind.” 

“You’re leaving her?” 

He stood up, pulling a leather bag from underneath the bed. With a couple flicks of his wand, all his possessions were crammed into the bag. You looked around the room. Everything was gone - the paintings of Draco as a child, the robes from the closet, the sheets from the bed, the jewelry from all the drawers. Draco extended his hand out to you, “I’m leaving it all.” 

You took it and the electricity that ran through your body was like a breath of fresh air. “For me?” 

“For us.” 

He lead you to the fireplace. In front of it sat a stand holding a bowl of floo powder. He threw a handful into the fire, simply announcing the word ‘home.’ You had no clue where you’d exit, but stepped into the fire with Draco, a smile of your face as he laughed a laugh you hadn’t heard since your third year in Hogwarts. A carefree, relieved laugh. Your heart fluttered in your chest as the heat from the flames engulfed you. 

You finally had your happy ending.