Hi! I'm in love with your writing! And exams are killing me too so if it isn't too over done - could I suggest ( yes, ANOTHER ) fluffy Drarry soulmate au? (Maybe the one where when you draw on your skin the other can see it? ) 💛
Sorry I am so late with this reply! But it is 2k now…. I hope that makes up for it?
“I soaked some dried rosehip pieces
under a crescent moon for exactly twelve minutes, and now I’m going to add them
to…” Luna rambled on about whatever ‘fun bonding activity’ she’d thought up for
the rest of the eight years, but Harry had ceased to listen.
It wasn’t like he
didn’t appreciate the effort Luna put into letting all of them be friends, but
there was only so much vague talking he could handle in one week.
He let his
eyes wander around the room until they caught sight of Malfoy, who was just
letting out a big yawn. Harry shot him a stern look, making sure that the
Slytherin knew how rude Harry thought that was. Malfoy just smirked at him and
flipped the bird while mouthing hypocrite.
like that ever since the start of eight year. Both of them only felt somewhat
normal and okay again when they were fighting, so that’s what they did. Though
these days other people called it ‘banter’ or ‘bickering like an old married
couple’. Bullshit of course, Harry still couldn’t stand the git, he definitely
wasn’t going to marry him.
I’m slowly getting back into writing (I did Nanowrimo then took a little while off bc I got burnt out) and I wanted to share some Drarry fluff because they’re actually my otp dont @ me
AU immediately following the Battle of Hogwarts
All characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Draco had thrown up at least four times in the last hour. It was over. It was finally over. His mother had told him everything that happened and he had watched Potter in awe as he took down Voldemort once and for all.
Finding a quiet place he sank against the wall and let his body shake with silent sobs he had been holding in for the past year. No, that wasn’t right- the past seven years. He hadn’t realized how fucked up his life was until that moment. He had wasted so much time being a bigoted arsehole that he had no real friends and the person he loved would probably never love him back.
He started sobbing a bit harder, unable and unwilling to hold back the flow of his emotions even a second longer. If Potter showed up at that very moment he probably would have confessed his love right then and there.
“Upset your master’s gone?” said a familiar voice above him. Draco’s heat shot up as he beheld Harry Potter standing before him. He had expected Harry to be down in the Great Hall celebrating with everyone else or with Ginny Weasley in a private space.
“Go away Potter,” he said, but his heart wasn’t in it. So much for confessing his feelings. Harry, however, didn’t move an inch, still looking him straight in the eye.
“My mother told me, you know, about what happened in the forest,” Draco said quietly, turning his gaze away from Harry. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Harry blink, possibly in surprise. Still standing there Harry sighed, “Well, sorry about that. I know how you would have preferred it to end.”
Draco knew Harry was most likely just teasing him, but he was done with that. He looked back to Harry with smoldering intensity.
“No, you actually don’t. I hated Voldemort more than anyone, probably even you! He may have killed your parents, but did he ever try to make you help him kill someone you love?” Draco shouted. Harry stood still for a moment and Draco turned away to hide his slowly reddening face. He hadn’t meant to say that.
He looked up in surprise when he saw Harry move to sit down next to him. “A lot of people think I’m crazy for it, but I loved Dumbledore too. To me he represented everything that the wizarding world was, and could be.”
Draco nearly sighed in relief. So Harry hadn’t realized he had been talking about him after all. He shifted to start to stand up and Harry pulled him back. Draco flinched a little at the touch, but not for the reason Harry probably thought. Something in his mind said fuck it, just kiss him.
He turned his head to the left, facing Harry and meeting those green eyes dead on. Draco shifted his eyes down to the floor, unable to do what he had wanted to do for so many years while Harry was looking at him like that.
“Harry, I-” he began before a warm sensation burst through his body, taking his breath away and filling his heart and soul. It was a moment before he realized what was happening. Holy fuck, he thought to himself.
Because Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, was kissing him.
The kiss was like realizing he had been asleep his whole life up to this moment. It shattered every negative thought he had ever had and filled the holes with sunflowers. Draco put his hands on either side of Harry’s jaw and pulled him closer, feeling alive for the first time.
Harry pulled away, but they were still nose to nose. Harry brought his hand up and brushed a strand of white blond hair that had fallen into Draco’s eyes. Behind Harry’s glasses, Draco saw every emotion he was feeling reflected in those green eyes. Suddenly Harry pulled away a bit more and burst out laughing. Draco reddened instantly.
“What?” he demanded. Harry looked up as if remembering that he was there.
“Oh, sorry, its just-” Harry broke off, laughing some more, “I was actually trying to find Ginny, to get back together with her.”
Draco recoiled slightly. “Well by all means, don’t let me keep you.”
Harry looked at him incredulously and continued, “I was laughing because of how ridiculous that seems now that the only person I want to be with is right here.” A pause. More softly, Harry added, “I’ve had this hole in my chest since it ended, since I defeated him, but I didn’t know what it was. Now I realize that hole has been there longer than I’ve even realized. Waiting to be filled by the boy sitting in front of me. And to add to this realization, I think I might be in love with him.”
Draco’s heart was beating so fast he thought it might explode.
Putting on a cool disposition he said, “Is there a ghost you’re in love with somewhere? Because there’s no one right in front of you. I’m the only one here, and I’m sitting to your side.”
“Oh, fuck off Draco,” Harry said, but he was laughing. The word rang throughout his head. Draco, Draco, Draco. Somehow his name had never sounded more beautiful, more right.
“I think I might be in love with you too, Potter,” he breathed, before amending, “Actually, I know I’m in love with you. Have been since fourth year.”
It felt so good to finally say it, to finally set free the thoughts that had been his only source of hope over the years. To his left Harry was beaming from ear to ear.
“Then what are we doing sitting here talking about it for?” Harry asked jovially. Draco looked up again, meeting the love of his life’s eyes once more.
They were the last thing he saw before Harry’s mouth was on his again and his soul soared out of his body and he touched the stars.
Everyone sees a book for how they need to see it. They relate and they infer. That’s why some people see Hermione as white, some as black, some as Latino. You essentially see what you want to see. You infer the things you aren’t told based on the things you’ve experienced in your life, but that doesn’t excuse the people who read the books and take things like Draco and make them what they are not. Draco like his life with his parents and seemed happy until the 6th book. Draco to some degree, until the 6th book, was happy and agreed with the things his parents told him. He wasn’t abused and he didn’t disagree with his parents, he wouldn’t have boasted about his faher and being pure blood and attacking and calling people mudbloods if he didn’t. He may have not killed Dumbledore, or not identified Harry but not doing those things don’t make him a good guy by the end of the story. He’s a complex character and while it’s okay to infer a lot of things about While it’s okay to infer things about the story that we don’t know you can read something and completely ignore the evidence to create something you want with a character. That discredits the character and simplifies them. It’s the same thing for Snape. He did the right thing in the end, but it’s the things he did while doing the right thing that a lot of people have a problem with, like being a complete ass to so many young students. I mean Neville’s Bogart is him for crying out loud. Draco and Snape are hugely complex and interesting characters and they show us what it really means to be human. Not everyone is entirely evil or good and they’re are a lot of grey areas. But to dumb them down and make them entirely one or the other is to dumb down humanity to one or the other and that’s just not how it is. They did the right thing when it mattered most, but it doesn’t make them characteristically GOOD. It just means they did the right thing.
Pansy: Well, you wrote “I love you Potter” in the sky, you flooded his room with love letters signed by you, and this morning you wore nothing but your Slytherin scarf around your waist and laid on the Gryffindor Common Room table waiting for Potter to come out of his room all while singing how much you loved him.