‘you should see me in a crown’ 👑
Draco Malfoy!edit
OH MY GOD I LOVE HIM, but my editing skilz are hella rusty :// Enjoy this shitty edit ig
Song: Billie Eillish - You should see me in a crown
Here’s a belated birthday gift for the most amazing @sitp-recs! And not only because of the birthday, consider it a “thank you for everything you do” gift as well.
Liv, I’m so glad I met you, and I am forever grateful for your presence in this community. The work you do here is so important, and I couldn’t tell you how many times your words lifted me up (and I’m 200% sure others will second that!). I thought it was only right to give something back for all the kindness and positivity you keep on giving. I wish you the happiest birthday and I hope you’ll like this little thing I drew for you! 💖💕
Anonymous said: A jealous/possessive draco with a shy oblivious harry please!! Love you so much! ((Love you too)) @unknownstudent23 said: Mistletoe. Eight year. Yule ball as professors. Soulmate with tattoo. (combinations as seen fit but individual prompts) Anonymous said: For the prompt thing- maybe a cute holiday drarry something where Draco discovers what a mistletoe is and is slightly obsessed? ((I do apologize, I modified this third one a bit))
Pansy and Draco sat together in Advanced Herbology with the other eighth year herbology students. Professor Sprout was in the middle of a long-winded speech about the differences between Muggle and magical mistletoe.
“-thus, magical mistletoe does not need a host plant in the event there are witches and wizards around to provide the, well- kissy magic they seem to feed on.” Professor Sprout said. “ Though this did become increasingly problematic in a school setting. Highly inappropriate at times, trapping any two individuals for often very long periods of time unless the victims kissed.”
“If it was so bad, why didn’t they just wait it out?” asked a Hufflepuff Draco didn’t know.
“Raise a hand for questions, please. Imagine you really needed the toilet. Or imagine being caught in the courtyard during a snow storm. We’ve even provided a chaperone in events of a professor was stuck under mistletoe with a student.”
“If you need a chaperone, then maybe that professor shouldn’t be teaching here,” said a Ravenclaw, or rather, a former Ravenclaw.
“You would be right if it were only the student we were protecting. Rumors or bullying that could have followed could have negatively effected both the student and the professor. We simply wished to keep the careless words of others from hurting either person,” Sprout pointed back to the first student, “yes, you have another question.”
The girl said, “Why didn’t they just ban mistletoe from the school?”
“Why didn’t they just ban herbology from the school,” Draco whispered to Pansy.
Pansy coughed to hide a laugh.
stop pretending namjoon could run the mafia. the guy would break his own gun before even firing it. RM, face of organized crime? dream on. if he’d be the boss of anything, that would be a marine wildlife rescue center and you know it.
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ok but where is my marine biologist namjoon au’s at? where’s the aquatic specialist? where is the dude that works at the aquarium and brings me on cool fish tank dates or lets me dive into the big tank with him to help feed the fishies? where’s that at? showing me all the cool marine life, how they take care species that need help and other fun interactive things? show me your favorite creature. bring me to the touch tank and tell me it’s ok and they’re supposed to be slimly like that. show me the dolphin show or even bring me to meet the 150+ year old turtle you have swimming around there. or better yet, bring me out to your recent practice and study area. the lake, river, or ocean that you’re looking for ways to better the planet. replant coral and help build the complex ecosystems of life down below.
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happy follower milestone lou!! what about a little snippet of harry and draco tramping through some woods and bantering: are they in the forbidden forest?? is harry taking draco camping?? are they on charlie's dragon reserve in romania?? who knows!! thank you so much ❤️
BEA, I love this, omg. Thank you!! I was like, nice, banter, I can definitely keep that under 500—ah, looks like I can’t. Oh well! I hope you like it! :)
10/20. Wanna read the rest of them? Wc: 792
“I’m too rich for this.”
Harry sighed heavily. “I’m rich too, Draco, but you don’t hear me complaining.”
Draco let out a strangled yelp as he walked right into the spiderweb Harry had just ducked under.
“Morgana’s fucking tits, Harry, this is torture. What did I do to deserve this? I’ve been so good to you, all these years, and this is the thanks I get—”
“Will you relax? Look around!” Harry spread out his arms, inhaling the sweet pine scent of the Norwegian forest, listening to the echoes of the birds, the hush of the wind, the skittering of a creature nearby. He hadn’t been able to explain to Draco why he loved hiking so much, but he’d hoped he’d be able to show him.
“Trees, Harry,” Draco said, unimpressed. “Nothing but trees.” His pale face was flushed with exertion, his sleek hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.
“Exactly,” Harry breathed, grinning widely. Yes, that was it. There was nothing but trees out here, and Harry loved it.
Draco stared at him incredulously, shaking his head. Harry had made him wear Harry’s own clothes, for this excursion, because the git couldn’t dress down to save his life, and had packed nothing but button downs and light trousers (“this is casual, Harry, feel this! It’s part cotton”). He hadn’t thought that out very well, though, because now he had to spend hours with a flushed and sweaty Draco Malfoy wearing his clothes.
Harry’s faded Weird Sisters t-shirt was a little short on him. It rode up any time Draco lifted his arms over his head, exposing a smooth, pale stomach. An enticing trail of dark blond hair led down from his navel, disappearing under the cinched waistband of Harry’s low-slung joggers, too big for Draco’s narrow hips.
Harry eyed him appreciatively, and Draco raised an eyebrow, disgruntled.
“Come on, then,” Harry said hoarsely, “we’re almost there.”
“Oh, goody, I can’t wait to arrive at our destination of more trees.”
Harry laughed, leading the way up the hillside. He could nearly smell it, nearly hear the rush of the tunneled wind. They were so close.
Ten minutes later, Harry broke into a run, seeing the end of the treeline, the edge of the earth. Draco yelled in alarm, but Harry was too excited to wait any longer.
He burst through the trees and skidded to a stop at the edge of the cliff, taking a deep, indulgent breath, the bright, uninhibited sunlight landing warm on his face. The corralled winds whipped up his hair as he stared out over the magnificent fjord, all sheer, dark cliffsides and deep blue waters, brilliant sunlight and endless trees and nothing else.
Draco finally caught up, panting, and froze, taking in the incredible view. Harry looked back at him with an irrepressible grin, and it seemed to pull one out of Draco, too, regardless of his complaints. Draco ran a slender hand through his sweaty hair, sighing contentedly at the cool winds on his skin. He leaned back against a tree trunk—Harry knew he wasn’t a huge fan of heights.
“Is this where you finally do me in, Potter?” Draco asked lightly. “Good spot for it, I suppose, no witnesses, no cleanup, not a single bloody soul out here but us—”
“Exactly, Draco,” Harry repeated, slowly approaching Draco’s tree. “There’s no one, here, but us.”
“Like I said, makes for an excellent homicide, very clean cut—”
“Draco,” Harry cut him off, chuckling, taking Draco’s face in his hands. “Don’t you get it? It’s just us, here. No newspapers, no nosy friends, no pressuring families, no Chosen Ones or Death Eaters or obligations or sacrifices.” Harry’s hands slid down, fingering the frayed collar of Draco’s—Harry’s—shirt. “It’s just you, and me, and all these beautiful trees.”
Draco hummed softly, the corners of his lips ticking up in a lopsided smile. Harry watched his eyes, watched them transform from amused fondness to understanding to finally, a glimpse of the freedom Harry felt, making the tired grey shine like the silver ring on his finger.
“I told you you’d enjoy it,” Harry mumbled through a grin. Draco’s eyes flashed with mischief.
“You did promise me such a thing, but I’ll admit, I’ve yet to find anything enjoyable, Potter,” Draco lied, solely for the purpose of riling Harry up, as he always did. Harry smirked up at him.
“You poor thing, how I’ve failed you.” Harry’s hands slid lower, fingers catching on the tied drawstring of the joggers. “I suppose I’ll just have to work twice as hard to fulfill that promise.”
“Yes, I suppose you will,” Draco chuckled, his breath catching as Harry sank to his knees in the dirt, as just a man, finally alone with his love and the earth.
If It Were Up To Me (Drarry)
A and I were having a discussion about the use of present vs. past tense in literature & fic and she challenged me to write a drabble purely in the subjunctive mood. Never one to shy away from a challenge, I present this, which only about half-way fills it. I played fast and loose with the subjunctive and only about half these sentences are actually in it (many are conditionals, or causal clauses, but not actually the subjunctive).
535 words, rated T, warnings for smoking, allusions to alcohol & sex (but none onscreen), bit of an ambiguous ending in terms of where they stand with each other
If Draco were a better man, he would not be standing outside Harry’s door, watching the rain drip down the silvery front window pane. Of course, if Harry were a smarter man, he would have left Draco to the soaking downpour. He probably should have never had Draco over that very first time, or the time after that, or the myriad of empty wine bottles and stubbed cigarettes and condom wrappers since that first time.
“I’m sorry I’m getting your floor wet,” Draco hummed. He might have been staring at the slow drag of Harry’s feet back across the doorstep, but he might have been just looking at the floor instead, since it was a little easier to be not-in-love with Harry’s feet than Harry’s face.
“Maybe I don’t mind it,” answered Harry. “Maybe I don’t mind if you get my floor soaking wet with all the rain in the sky.”
Draco thought he could just fall into the corner of Harry’s lips and never resurface, stay right there in the little curve that always heralded one of Harry’s smiles. Draco thought he wouldn’t mind that so much. The corner of Harry’s lips could be a nice place to stay, always warm, always soft, always touching him.
“I shouldn’t have come here.” Draco wished that he had stayed home, far away from the plush pink of Harry’s lips, the awkward, anxious twist of his hands, the too-earnest tilt to his eyes. He wished he could go back to the start and do it all over again.
“I thought we were bad for each other.”
“I still think we might be.”
The steady drip of rain against the windows made it impossible that the lack of words could be so heavy between them, but it was. It was a good thing that there was the noise of cars outside, the kettle boiling, the Floo-fire crackling distantly, since all the buzz made it so it wasn’t so quiet between them.
“I’m looking for a future,” Harry wouldn’t meet his eyes, “and for somebody who might want to share it with me. And why shouldn’t I? I think… I think that maybe I deserve a future sort of a person and not a Floo call past midnight kind of person.”
“I wish that for you,” Draco offered quietly. He didn’t add, “If it were up to me, I’d be that for you.”
“Maybe we should have a drink. I think I’ve got another bottle of that ‘83 red you like.”
“A cigarette,” Draco interrupted, “I propose a cigarette instead, as I insist that we’re both clear headed. We shouldn’t be drinking wine when we decide whether this is the beginning or the end.”
Hanging halfway out the back window, trying to keep the lit end of the cigarette from the rain, knees banging against Harry’s, Draco thought maybe it didn’t matter if this was a beginning or an end. Maybe it was just this: rain drops, whole and shining against Harry’s skin, the slow curl of smoke into the night air, and this certain closeness, cherished and rare.
If Draco was a braver man, he would have said every word, every love declaration, every bit of Harry that he had come to care about and to know, he would have said it all out loud.
But he wasn’t a brave man, so he didn’t say a word.
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Drarry: Stake Claim
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“Of all the stupid thing you’ve ever done-”
“-for Merlin’s sake, Draco,” sighed Harry, for what it felt like a millionth times. He rubbed his temple gently as he closed his eyes. “At least no one died.”
Harry promptly mentally grimaced as soon as he said those words, as he can literally feel the death glare that was given to him by the furious white-blond haired man that was currently sitting next to him.
“You’re lucky you didn’t end up dead, Potter!” hissed Draco. Harry can definitely hear him rolling his eyes. “Honestly, what are you going to say to your fiancée?”
Harry merely sighed softly because he just knew what Draco would say next. He peeked an eye open and stifled a smile when Draco did just what he had predicted; he shifted on his spot, changing the demeanour of his body to what Harry knew that the other man was trying to copy him, even to the way he was speaking.
“Oh Ginny, I am so sorry but apparently I can’t marry you because I was accidentally married to Malfoy. No! This has nothing to do with Malfoy, it was because I was too stupid to touch a forbidden wedding ring! Is that it?!”
Harry couldn’t help it. He laughed.
“This is a serious matter, Potter!”
He couldn’t avoid the attack when Draco slapped his shoulder, and laughter quickly turned into a groan. “That’s hurtful!”
“Be serious!”
“But I’m Harry!”
A growl. “I swear to Salazar, one more joke about your Godfather and I will-”
“You can’t divorce me, husband.” grinned Harry, “We’re married for life now.”
“Please don’t say that,” sighed Draco, looking too defeated all of a sudden. “Don’t you worry about what will happen if we couldn’t find a way to fix this mess? You don’t want to be bound to me forever, Harry. What would Ginerva feel about this?”
Harry observed the way the other man’s eyes locked to the cursed ring that was firmly coiled around his wedding finger. The gold band that was decorated with ruby stones, looked forbidden yet beautiful around those pale fingers. Unconsciously, his thumb reached out to feel the band that somehow felt heavy around his finger. He didn’t need to look at his finger to know that the ring around his finger matched perfectly with Draco’s.
“Do you regret it?” asked Harry, softly.
“Regret it?” Draco turned to him and scowled. “I just ruined your life, and you asked me if I regret it?”
“You didn’t ruin my life, Draco. I did this remember? You’ve warned me not to get close but I didn’t listen. You’ve warned me not to pick up the ring but I did the exact opposite.”
Draco’s face scrunched in a very unattractive way, bringing his eyes forward just to stare at nothing at particular before he sighed, “I just- I don’t know what to do. I- I always know what I’m going to do but this… it was a very old magic, Harry. Old Pureblood’s traditions to ensure that no separation is going to happen once being tied to one another.”
Harry shrugged, “Well, at least it was me that you’re being tied to, right? I mean, imagine if you’re accidentally married to Robart- for example, you’ll die!”
“Don’t be an imbecile, Harry.” said Draco, but Harry could see the upcoming smile forming around his pinkish lips. “I’d rather died than being married to Robart.”
“Then I am your best choice,” announced Harry, grinning up to Draco in what way he’d hoped will convince the other man. Alas, the furrows between Draco’s brows haven’t lessened.
“You’re engaged, Harry.” said Draco.
“Honestly,” scoffed Harry, getting tired all of a sudden by the worthless conversation. “Even if it was an accidental one, why do you think the curse didn’t reject our marriage? You said I’m engaged. If I truly were, the curse would have rejected it because my feelings were already bound to someone else! You said it yourself, months ago, these types of marriage bonds only worked for people who had feelings for each other!”
The way Draco turned to him so fast was almost alarmingly concerning, but he had paid no attention to that. He’d just hoped that the other man would get the words that he had spoken get into his thick head.
“You’re- what?!”
“I’ve never been engaged to anyone, Draco.” huffed Harry. “That was just media bait and you believed it yourself instead of asking me yourself. That was your own fault.”
He took a side glance to Draco, who had his jaw hung open, staring at Harry in disbelief. After a few moments, Draco seemingly snapped out of himself, and shook his head despite the obvious pinky dust crawling from his face down to his neck. Looked like he managed to interpret Harry’s words.
“But still!” said Draco, albeit too loudly and Harry just had to pursed his lips together in a slight annoyance as he knew the man wanted to have the last words. “This is marriage, Potter!”
“As you said for the hundredth time,” agreed Harry, “But will it change the fact that we’ll stay married forever?”
Draco opened his mouth, before he closed it back with a slumped shoulder. “No.”
“Good,” approved Harry, watching his husband now with amusement as the man tiredly rubbed his eyes, clearly looking worn out with the whole situation. “Come on, newly bonded couples need close contact to satisfy the bond.”
“How do you even know about that?”
“Just because I looked stupid, doesn’t mean I’m stupid.” he raised a brow.
“Didn’t say you were stupid.”
Harry rolled his eyes, but beckoned the man closer. “Come on, you’re bond touch deprived.”
Draco scrunched his nose, but slowly moved closer to Harry awkwardly, face dusted with bright pink. Harry grabbed his hands, and guided them to his waist as he circled his arms around Draco’s shoulder, gently palming his head and made them rest against his chest.
“What are we doing?”
“Hugging.”
Draco hummed, making himself comfortable and gave a quiet pleased sigh, “This feels nice.”
Harry chuckled, one hand caressing the soft strands of hairs while the other rubbing his husband’s back gently. He could feel the bond’s magic thrumming around them.
The bond was satisfied.
Harry carefully rested his head against Draco’s, allowing a triumphant smirk decorating his face when he knew the white-blond haired couldn’t see his expression.
Draco doesn’t need to know that the rings were actually just ordinary rings. Draco also doesn’t need to know that there was no Old Pureblood tradition involved.
It was all Harry.
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Quite dark, isn’t it? Lol
waste it on me
Microfic prompt by @drarrymicrofic
cheers to @hullaballoonsie for the fantastic beta!!
The night is deep. Malfoy hissed out a plume of smoke from behind his teeth, blinking slowly. The orange embers glowed from the end of his cigarette, and he couldn’t help but notice that they were the same shade as Venus in the sky above.
“You know smoking isn’t good for you.” Potter’s voice was quiet, but Malfoy flinched anyway.
“Since when did that matter?”
“I don’t want a selfish prick smoking up my balcony,” Potter sighed. “What, does that reason work better for you?”
“Yes.” Malfoy let his lips close around the end of the cigarette, the air stinging the inside of his lungs, burning him up. “Turn around, Potter. I’m not here because I want to be.”
“Nobody’s forcing you to stay.”
Silence filled the space between them, and Malfoy looked up at the half-moon. Useless, he thought. Halfway between a full moon and a new moon. No magical properties whatsoever. Everyone wishes a half-moon was something else.
Malfoy turned around. Shadows fell on half of his face.
Potter looked at him uncertainly. As if he was working out what part of Malfoy he could still purify. What part of Malfoy was still worth saving. Which half was still left in the light.
“Stop wasting your time. You can’t save me.” The cigarette dropped from Malfoy’s fingers and fell towards the forest.
“You’re wasting away, Malfoy. I’m not going to save you.” A cloud sat on the edge of the moon, and Malfoy met Potter’s eyes evenly for the first time that night.
“Save yourself.” Potter cracked a small smile, and Malfoy couldn’t breathe. “I’ll waste myself on you until you do.”
Draco, in bed: *Opens his eyes in pitch black room* Harry?
Draco: ...Harry?
Draco, getting up and walking around the house to go find Harry: Harry, what are you doing?
Harry, cleaning the kitchen: Oh hey babe
Draco: Harry, it’s 3 in the morning
Harry: Sorry did I wake you?
Draco: Well I sensed you weren’t with me
Harry: Aww you sensed me
Draco: What are you even doing- you know what, nevermind, could you just come back to bed
Harry: Fine, only because you sensed I was gone, very sweet of you
The Revelation
TW: Canon abuse and how someone can react to that are explored here.
It didn’t make sense.
He’d known. Since he’d been a kid. He’d seen it—experienced it—every damn day. A label had no right to bother him now. Yet still, a steel claw clutched his heart.
“I don’t know how Dumbledore could have thought it was a good idea,” Hermione seethed, knuckles around her wine glass whitening. “McGonagall must have been outraged!”
“Er, well, he said—”
“It’s messed up, mate,” Ron shook his head, signalling to the barman for another round as Luna nodded dreamily.
“I know, but—”
“And who knows what would have happened without us rescuing you in second year.”
“Look, could we just—?”
“I’m still pissed you won’t tell me where they live,” Ginny added, fingers curling into a fist. “I’d really like to—”
“Look, it’s over now, okay? It was shit, but I never have to see them again now, so it’s fine, let’s just move on.” Raking a hand through his hair, Harry quickly took a swig of his butterbeer, stubbornly ignoring the eyes of a certain blond-haired prat who’d been oddly silent throughout the whole conversation.
“But—”
“NO!”
Quiet fell in the pub. Hermione flinched. Ron examined the table. Still, sharp grey eyes weighed on him.
“I—I need to use the loo.”