I just got some really, really bad news. Can I get some tooth rottingly sweet drarry fluff to try and balance it out? ❤️
Draco is not a sappy person. Absolutely not.
He most definitely doesn’t keep all the anniversary and Christmas cards Harry has ever given him in a hidden drawer in his desk. Nor does he circle the days they will see each other on his calendar in invisible ink lest his nosy secretary accidentally see.
He definitely does not carry a picture of the two of them from their first Christmas together in his, smiling and laughing and looking free, in his wallet, enchanted to look like a business card should anyone but him look at it.
And he definitely, definitely is not head over heals in love with Harry Potter.
So when he goes into Waldrick’s Wizarding Wares and Fine Jewelry that Tuesday afternoon it is only look because he is not a man of rash decisions. He’d simply seem an attractive gold band glimmering in the window and decided to have a look is all.
When he leaves the shoppe two hours later his wallet is considerably lighter and his robe pocket feels extraordinarily heavy, especially for for such a small box. He slips his hand inside his pocket, wrapping it around the box and letting his thumb caress the smooth velvet. His heart feels too big and his courage too small. He most definitely is not proposing to Harry.
He carries the box in his pocket for exactly 87 days. In fact he almost convinces himself he means not to do it too, because they’ve got a great thing going and he will not be the one to muck it up. He simply will not risk it.
Until the 88th day.
Harry sleeps over and when Draco awakes the next morning it is to the glorious sight of Harry splayed across his bed, his legs tangled in the sheets and his body radiating a warmth that Draco finds intoxicating. His hair is a complete disaster and his mouth hangs open just a bit, his entire body heavy with sleep. He looks so relaxed, so at peace and something in Draco breaks in that moment at the idea of Harry ever leaving. He thinks of the nights Harry is gone and he clings to the empty sheets inhaling his scent and wishing he were here.
And then Harry is rolling over towards him, a smile spreading across his face before he even opens his eyes as he presses his lips against Draco’s neck in a gentle kiss.
“Marry me?” Draco whispers.
Harry pulls back with a jump, his eyes bright and perhaps a little hopeful. “Are you serious?”
“If I hadn’t been serious I wouldn’t have asked,” Draco replies shortly, a bit of insecurity creeping back in. Perhaps this had been a bad idea after all.
“But when we first got together you said you’d never get married,” Harry says, and Draco isn’t sure if its a statement or a question but he feels Harry’s hands trembling and understands that he is not the only one unsure.
“I say a lot of things I don’t mean. Now is not one of those times. I don’t want you to leave. Ever. I don’t want you come to my flat or me go to yours; I want a place that’s ours. I don’t want to ever see you walking away and not know that you’re coming back to me every time. I love you, Harry, and I don’t say it enough. But I do, with everything I am. You make me a better man and I want you as mine. Forever. Please say yes.”
“Yes!” Harry all but yells, pinning him down against the bed. “Fuck yes,” Harry says again and Draco doesn’t even have time to consider the shakiness in Harry’s voice because Harry is kissing him as if he might actually die if he stops; desperate and demanding and consuming.
Hours later, when Harry is asleep again, Draco traces a heart on the bare skin of Harry’s back, memorizing the way he’d looked when he’d said yes and he thinks that perhaps he might just be a little bit sappy.
This idea struck me like lightening one evening when I was rocking my son to sleep. I couldn’t wait to get creating after I pictured these in my head. The next day during nap time I was on it, and they came out exactly as I’d hoped!
I even kept one for myself to hang on my rear-view mirror. ;)
I’ve got another version of these I’m working on currently for Christmas, and will release those later in the year (probably in the fall).
My favorite part about making these are creating the different color combinations. I’m also totally open to suggestions for color combos too!
JKR definitely doesn’t tend to go into a ton of detail about clothes/jewelry. Sometimes I think she put everyone in robes just to simplify things.
We do see occasional mentions of jewelry in the books. Luna wears radish earrings and butterbeer cork necklaces, both of which are regarded as abnormal. Ron receives a gold chain with the words “My Sweetheart.” Fred/George also buy Molly “a spectacular golden necklace” in HBP. Parvati wears gold bangles at the Yule Ball. And, of course, Bill has his earring with the fang.
There’s almost certainly jewelry makers/suppliers in the wizarding world. There are probably a few artisans, ranging from handmade bangles from a stall in Diagon Alley to expensive goblin-made necklaces inlayed with precious stones.
However, most wizarding jewelry (and clothes in general) probably wouldn’t be as cheap or as freely available as in the muggle world. Wizards don’t really appear to have the population/infrastructure to support mass production of cheap goods. Nor do they have the population to support a huge amount of variety.
In past centuries, clothing and jewelry were far more expensive because so much of it was handmade or made-to-order. And we get the impression that wizards are still in that stage.
So someone like Narcissa can buy an expensive goblin-made necklace from Diagon Alley, but someone middle class like Lavender Brown doesn’t have as many choices.
Someone like Lavender is more is more likely to turn to mass-produced muggle jewelry, because it’s far cheaper and there’s more variety.
Someone like Pansy Parkinson might turn her nose up at the idea of wearing muggle fashion voluntarily, but even she might be swayed by a particularly shiny bracelet.
I imagine wizarding fashion to be heavily influenced by muggle fashion, though wizards would have slightly different aesthetic tastes. For example, wizards of both genders seem to be a bit more flamboyant bordering on garish, and I could see them being more comfortable with larger and almost costume-y jewelry.