#Drarry confession

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Prompt - hostage

200 words

Draco pulled Harry in for a hug before shoving him in the chest. "No! Potter, you idiot! Don't you get it? I'm the bait. They're trying to draw you out. You're giving them exactly what they want. You shouldn't be here!" He shook his head in disbelief as tears began to well in his eyes, partly because until now he thought he'd never see Harry again and partly because he knew that Harry had just made a huge mistake.

Harry reached out and pulled Draco back into his embrace, whispering close to his ear. "Don't you get it, Draco? I know. I know that I'm giving them what they want. I know that I'm risking my life. I know that I probably won't make it out of here alive. But it's all worth it just for the possibility that you do make it out of here alive."

"What are you saying?" Draco moved to look Harry in the eyes without leaving his arms.

"I'm saying that I love you and if this is how I die I'm alright with that because I know I did everything I could to save you. And I got to see you one last time."

#draco x harry #harry potter #drarry fanfic #drarry #adult drarry #fanfic #microfic #hostage #drarry microfic #drarry angst #confession #Drarry confession #200 words #drabble

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 3: Use Your Words

Harry hadn’t meant to say it.

He’d kept the words boxed up tight, held fast like the humiliating secret that they were. There was no chance that he was going to tell anyone; not Ron, not Hermione, not his therapist, not even the journal that he kept at his therapist’s recommendation. And he certainly, absolutely was not under any circumstances, going to tell Draco.

Except Draco was sitting there on the island in Harry’s kitchen, drinking a smoothie that he’d made himself from the stuff in Harry’s fridge, and rambling about a new found use for honey in one of his potions. And he just looked like he belonged there.

The words that Harry had guarded like a dragon guarding its treasure just came tumbling out without his consent. “I’m in love with you.”

It hardly even broke Draco’s sentence, “I love you too,” he said simply, and then continued, “but the honey, it had-”

“Wait,” Harry spluttered, “you love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I always have,” Draco said, tutting under his breath at Harry like he was being ridiculous.

He blinked at him, “I’m sorry, what?”

“Do you think I’d be sleeping with you if I didn’t love you?” he asked, like Harry was being the ridiculous one. “Do you think I’d be sitting here in your sweatpants nattering on about my life if I didn’t love you?”

“Well You could have used your words,” Harry said crossing his arms over his chest.

Draco huffed a laugh and untucked his legs from under himself so he could wrap them around Harry’s hips and pull him closer. “Why do you look so cross?” he laughed, brushing his fingers over the scowl on Harry’s forehead.

“I thought you were going to freak out!” he exclaimed, refusing to give in to the sweet kisses that Draco was pressing across his jaw. “I’ve been holding it in and bottling it up for months!”

“That’ll teach you,” he murmured. “I love you, you absolute nutter. And you love me.”

“Simple as that?” Harry asked, wondering if it could actually be that easy.

“Simple as that.”

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Written for @flufftober ‘s prompt “wait, you love me?” “I always have.”

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #short and sweet #one shot #idiots in love #flufftober #established relationships #love confessions

[madireyn]

the straights will be like “this pair isn’t gay ??? they barely interact the whole time,” but then the pair’s only lines of dialogue to each other will be like “you are my world. my everything. i’m so glad you’re in my life. you’ve changed me for the better.”

#there’s just something so. queer about confessing your love in multiversal terms #asoryuu #bokuaka #narumitsu #iwaoi #kagehina #daisuga #klapollo #asheiji #drarry #kuroken #kenhina #tsukiyama #mori

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt “careless” from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 197

Drarry microfic: poisonous

Cw: being poisoned

“I can’t believe you were that careless!” Draco exclaimed. He ran around the room, taking ingredients left and right and throwing them into his cauldron. “You know those plants are dangerous!”

Harry sighed from where he was sitting on the examination table. He had lost count of how many times he had been here. “I’ve been through worse.”

“You—” Draco turned around, his silver eyes ablaze. He pointed a long finger in Harry’s direction. “You are unbelievable.”

Harry huffed a laugh, a fond smile on his lips. He stood from the table and stumbled his way over to Draco. “I love you,” he said softly as he fell into Draco’s arms, ignoring the searing pain that shot up his back. “You’re amazing.”

“Oh, Merlin.” Draco sighed. “The poison must be spreading quicker than I thought when you’re spouting such nonsense.” He led Harry back to the examination table, making sure he was comfortable. “Hold on a little longer,” he continued. “The antidote is almost done.”

If Harry wasn’t currently fighting the side effects of the poison streaming through his veins, he would have thought he saw a deep blush on Draco cheeks when he turned back around.

Prompt from March 28th

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#drarry #drarry microfic #drarrymicrofic #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #my writing #cp writes #cluelesspigeons #march 2023 #healer draco #careless harry #poison #poisonous plant #love confessions

[oknowkiss]

Song drabbles???? 😭😭😭😭 26 please (or 10 if you can’t do that one.) I’m obsessed with this. 🥹❤️❤️

for you, darling? anything. have some pub night drarry & the gang, 595 words, rated T for language and mentions of sex.

always be my baby - mariah carey

“The line is: side canter is a feeling so strong,” Draco says, leaning victoriously back in the booth, arms and legs crossed. Everyone groans.

“No, it isn’t. That makes literally no sense,” Harry says. He’s got a point, but Draco has no interest in feeding his morbidly bloated ego. 

“Go on then, Mr Recently Out,” Draco says, flourishing in Harry’s direction. “Impress us all with your homosexual expertise in Mariah Carey lyrics.”

Harry’s mouth goes flat, but Draco can tell by the creases near his eyes that he’s trying not to laugh. 

“By that logic,” Harry says, leaning forward on his elbows, “Considering how wrong you are, you’re the straightest person here.”

Ron snorts into his beer, sloshing foam over the rim. 

“Shall I play the song again?” Neville asks, already half out his seat, coins in hand.

“That won’t be necessary,” Harry says, “Because—”

“Too late!” Neville calls, sings practically, halfway to the jukebox, at the same time as Draco makes pointed eye contact with Harry and says, “Gaaayyyy.” 

“We’re going to be thrown out if he plays that song again,” Hermione frets. “And don’t say gay like that, Malfoy. It’s rude.”

“I’m allowed!” Draco insists, eyes wide. “You can’t, but I can. It’s my agenda.” 

“He’s just learned that term today,” Harry says in a fake whisper. “Act impressed.” 

Draco sticks his tongue out. 

“I’m going to be ill,” Pansy says from beside Draco. “Can you two fuck already, and spare us all whatever this is?” 

“They already are,” Luna says, looking up from her gin and tonic with a confused expression. The table falls silent. “Oh,” she says, taking in Draco’s face. “Was that meant to be a secret? Only, you did it on my couch. And then also in your room very loudly. And also—”

“Yes alright,” Draco says primly. He adjusts the cross of his legs.

“Oh yeah…” Harry says, scratching his chin as he looks up towards the ceiling. “I knew there was something I’d forgotten.” He returns his gaze to the group. “I meant to say earlier: I’m fucking Draco Malfoy, li—” 

“If you say literally,” Ron warns him, motioning with his pint. “I’m going to finish the job You-Know-Who started.” 

Harry clamps his mouth shut. “No comment, then.”

A plucky guitar melody sounds over the pub’s speakers, followed quickly by Mariah Carey vocalising. 

Oh fuck off you fucking cunts, someone calls from across the pub. 

“What’d I miss?” Neville asks, settling back into his chair. “Has Harry figured out the lyrics yet?”

“Thank you, Neville,” Harry says, somehow managing to bow grandly whilst sitting down. “I have. It’s: the sun can’t hurt her, fellas so long.” 

“Alright,” Ron says, standing forcefully. “That’s me finished.” 

The table agrees, sinking their pints, grabbing for coats. The door closes behind them, firmly. 

It’s begun to snow in the time they were inside and Harry, the handsome yet feckless idiot, hasn’t got any mittens. Draco grabs one of his hands, shoving it in his own coat pocket. Harry’s other hand will just have to freeze and fall off. Serves him right.

They walk ahead of everyone. It’s nice, holding hands like this, where anyone could see. Where their friends could see. Harry hums to himself as they walk, hmm hmm HMM hmm. HmmhmmhmmHMMHMMhmmhmm. Draco elbows him in the side. Harry grins, hums louder.

They don’t talk. They don’t need to. For once, Draco feels no pressure to rush. No need to force years into months, weeks. There will be plenty of time for talking, in the days and nights to come. 

#my terrible confession is that draco's interpretation is what i thought the line was for a very long time #i've looked up the lyrics so many times #my brain will not remember the actual line #side canter IS a feeling so strong tbh #wrapped drabbles #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #my fic

[sitp-recs]

Hello heart ! I love your rescs and was thinking of ordering something! Currently I have already finished reading your 4 voolumenes (possibly have a session for this couple) the fact is that I am looking for something specific. I adore dramatic declrations! I was wondering if you had any fanfic in mind with anything related! I love it when Darry surprises everyone! It also works if they are declarations of marriage or even declarations of change of sides in the war! Anything drarry that surprises the world!

Hello hello! Oh that’s a really interesting ask, I love that concept! I have a reclist for dramatic love confessions here, but I think you might also enjoy these fics. This reclist clearly got a bit out of hand (as per lol) so I’ve shortened the summaries to keep it clean, hope that’s ok!

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#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #love confessions #Drarry surprising the world

[rockingrobin69]

☾⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~Trick or Treat!~⋆⁺₊🎃´₊⁺~☽

Oh! Hello! You get a treat!

Nighttime Chatter

Harry came to bed all giggly, cold feet tucking under Draco’s thigh (“fuck!”), murmuring nonsense into the back of his neck: “It was so lovely, wasn’t it, tonight was so—”

Draco couldn’t help smiling into his pillow. “Yes, you knob, it was a good night. Now get your icicles off my legs or I will,” stopped for an indignant gasp as Harry went on to tickle him in an utterly uncalled for offense. “Hey!”

“Hello,” Harry said, warm behind his ear. Kissing it tenderly: “Darling, you were so beautiful.”

“Why, thank you. You were easier on the eyes than usual.” He was gorgeous as always, with his impossibly-wide grin growing only wider, only wilder, with the look on his face, soppy-sweet and unbearable.

“Always so gushy, aren’t you.”

“Shut up,” Draco said, and pushed himself closer into Harry’s chest. “It’s terribly cold.”

“Oh no. Whatever shall I do about that?”

The corners of his lips twitched, starting to ache. “Warm me up, you twat.”  

“Hmm. Now there’s a good idea.”

They were all tucked under the duvet and Harry was still pressing little kisses to the nape of his neck, or mouthing something silly and secret into his hair. “Stop it,” Draco laughed, ticklish and not nearly irritated, “I’m trying to sleep, gigantic goon!”

“Sorry,” Harry said, entirely unrepentant. “I’ll stop.” Not stopping.

“You’re lucky I—” Draco swallowed the words he hadn’t said out loud yet, that thrummed inside him, bright and crushing like a starburst, like a punch to the belly. “You’re lucky,” recovered, badly. Harry had finally stopped, and by the sound of it, stopped breathing too.

After a moment or thirty: “I am. Lucky. I’m so lucky, darling.”

Draco buried his face in the pillow. “Gods,” couldn’t stifle the grin, “just—good night, Harry.”

“Good night.”

Even the silence between them was heated, suffused with this—unbearable affection. Draco let himself unstiffen in Harry’s arms, and promised in his heart: tomorrow. He’ll tell him tomorrow. Behind him, Harry was warm and safe and, predictably, snoring.

Tomorrow.

#drarry fic #342 words #SO SOFT #almost a love confession #Robin's trick or treat #rockingrobin69 #they are just so in love your honour

[steampunkserpent27]

Don't Go

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: "Love" Rated: G CW: Love Confessions, Kissing Draco was nothing more than a silhouette in the distance, the faintest of outlines atop the crest of a hill. He was never going to make it in time. He was too far. Draco would be gone before he got there, and he’d have no way of reaching out to him, as he didn’t even know where he was heading. He tried to yell out, but the wind swallowed up his voice. Growing frantic, he threw red sparks into the air, hoping to get his attention. He could see Draco looking around, before he seemed to finally notice him. Relieved as he was, he still didn’t stop running, until he’d made it to Draco’s side, heaving for air. “Wait.” Draco looked less than pleased, as he repositioned the bag that was strewn around his shoulder. “I don’t have time for this, Potter. The Portkey’s about to leave.” His lungs still burned, as he forced himself to slow his breathing, so he could speak without gasping. “I know, but you can’t… You can’t leave. Please.” “Why? You know there’s nothing left for me here.” Draco’s eyes were growing suspicious. “Who put you up to this?” “No one did, but I couldn’t just let you disappear like that. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t think you’d care. You have your own friends, your own life.” “I thought we were friends!” He snapped, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. Draco’s eyebrows furrowed, his lip twitching. “I thought it was just for show. I didn’t think you actually liked spending time with me.” “You’re really dense sometimes, you know that?” Draco’s lips curled into a sneer. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco let out a sharp huff and shook his head. “I’ve got to go, Potter.” “Wait.” “Why?” “Because I… I think I love you.” Draco’s agitated expression slipped, revealing shock and a brief moment of softness, as he stared over at him. “What?” He nearly grimaced, as he started to realize that it was very possible that Draco wanted nothing to do with him, and he’d only managed to make a fool of himself by coming out here. He’d been so caught up in his revelation about what his feelings meant, only to find out from Pansy that Draco was leaving the country immediately after, that he’d not had a moment to actually think about what he was doing. How could he? He had to stop Draco from vanishing from his life forever, but what if Draco didn’t want to be a part of his life, what could he do then? “I… I think I love you.” He repeated, unsure of what else to say, as there was nothing else to say. If Draco didn’t love him, and he still wanted to leave, he wouldn’t try to stop him. Draco was still just gawking at him, disbelief clear in his eyes. “You… You do?” He nodded, waiting for Draco to say something. There was a long pause, before Draco suddenly rushed forwards and crushed him in a hug, lifting him up into the air, while his face flushed pink from the cold, or at least, he thought that had to be why. “You couldn’t have told me this before I paid for the Portkey?” “Well, I… I sort of just figured it out.” He mumbled, his feet dangling below him, as Draco squeezed the life out of him. Draco shook his head, a blinding and unguarded smile lighting up his face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Draco like that before, so happy and open. “And you call me dense.” He couldn’t help but smile, as Draco’s glee was contagious, even if he had just insulted him, again. “So… Do you uhm… Like me?” He asked, even if Draco’s enthusiastic behavior would make no sense otherwise.

“Of course, I love you, you idiot. I’ve been dropping hints for the past four months. At first, I thought you were just being a bit thick, and then I thought you were intentionally ignoring me.” Draco released him and stepped back, his bag having dropped off of his shoulder, hanging off the crook of his arm. “Oh. I… I didn’t…” His voice died away, as he knew he was only proving Draco right. “You could’ve been more clear.” “I was plenty clear, Potter.” Although, Draco was still smiling. “You really ran all the way out here just to stop me?” He nodded, his heart pounding away in his chest, as he found himself staring at Draco’s lips, which were still parted slightly and seemed to be chapped from the cold. Draco let out a breathy laugh, which caused puffs of frosty air to swirl around them, as he shook his head. “You’re unbelievable. What would you have done if I’d already left?” “Cry, I guess?” Draco let out an amused huff and chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes lingering on him, while something fragile and delicate blossomed beneath his grey irises. “I think I’d rather like to kiss you.” He could feel himself starting to blush, as he nodded, losing the ability to speak. Draco’s lips were so close, and his breath was so warm and gentle against his skin, all he wanted was to be closer. So, he leaned forwards, letting their lips brush. There was a sharp, cracking pop, causing both of them to leap apart, as the Portkey vanished. “So.” Harry asked, feeling as if he might collapse at any moment. “You still want to leave?” Draco cleared the distance between them with one long stride, curling a hand against his cheek, as he let their lips linger right beside each other. “I think I can find it in myself to stick around.” He let out a content hum and tilted his head forwards, letting them finish the kiss that had been rudely interrupted.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fluff #drarry! #drarry squad #drarry microfic #fic #harry potter #harry potter fanfic #draco malfoy #hpdm #draco x harry #harry x draco #getting together #love confessions #hdcandyheartsfest2023 #hdcandyheartsfest #prompt: “Love”

[mono-chromia]

Word count: 520

Read under the cut or on ao3

Draco loves beating Harry at things, yet Harry somehow always seems to win anyway.

Draco thinks maybe he could practise it now. Just to see how it feels. To make sure he gets it right when he does it for real next time.

It's very late. He'd woken up from sleep, opening his eyes and seeing Harry in his bed. Harry's bed. Their bed. Whatever.

It's not that he's afraid, or anything. Of what Harry might think? The bigger part of Harry's mind is made up of love hearts with Draco's name on them, the rest is fart jokes. So. It's not that.

It's that Draco really, really wants to beat Harry to it, and he's pretty sure he's running out of time, but every time he gets close to it he starts feeling a bit like an overexcited dog that's been given a high value treat. Always wanting to save it for later, because only the first time can be the first time.

He wonders if Harry is dreaming, and if Draco does it now (to practice) if he'd know. Draco thinks that would be fun.

"I love you."

It hangs in the sleep-warmed air for maybe half a second, long enough for Draco to wish Harry had heard it, because it feels dead nice to have it out there, and then Harry's mouth twitches. Tensing, trying to suppress a smile. Blood rushes to Draco's face.

"Oh, fuck right off, Harry. You're such a twat."

Harry's mask breaks, grin spreading over his face, cracking one eye open. Draco scowls at his chipped canine.

"Oh, don't be cross with me," says Harry, reaching out to pull Draco closer. "It's hardly a secret, is it?" He pushes his nose up against Draco's, smiling all sweet and infuriating, so Draco turns to hide his face into the pillow.

"I take it back, actually. Changed my mind."

Harry laughs, and Draco thinks the sun would sound the same if it had a voice. Harry pushes even closer, smushing his face into Draco's and misplacing kisses, trying to get to his mouth where it's hidden in the pillow.

"Oh come now, Draco, you can't do that! I thought it was sweet. You're sweet. My sweetheart."

Draco grumbles.

"Can, too. And 'm not your sweetheart."

"Are, too. Come on. Tell me again. I know you want to. I'll say it back."

Draco turns his face an inch to look sideways at Harry with one eye.

"No."

Harry raises one eyebrow at him.

"Okay. Then I'll do it. I lo–"

Draco lunges up and clamps a hand over Harry's mouth.

"No! I love you! I love you."

Harry's eyes crinkle with mirth over Draco's hand, and he kisses the palm over his mouth. Draco glares at him.

"Oh, for fucks sake. You had me walk right into that one. I hate you."

He drops his hand and Harry moves in to press a kiss to his mouth.

"You loooooove me," he singsongs, "and I loooooove you right back."

Draco chews on his cheek but the smile escapes him anyway.

"Really?"

The question is inane, but he can't help himself. Harry kisses him again, two lovesick grins pressed together.

"Really really."

#drarry microfic #microfic #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #fluff #love confessions #banter #writemonowrite

[raleighrox]

Beta reader?

I am outlining a Drarry fanfic right now. I've got about 14 pages, single spaced, and I think I will be done by the end of the night. would anyone be interested in beta reading it for me? I think I'm missing a few things in the timeline, but I also just want to make sure it's enjoyable. It is going to get spicier towards the end, in case that's a deal breaker. or an enticement. whichever. Message me if you wanna read it.

#drarry #fanfic #fanfiction #draco x harry #beta reader #writing #love confessions #creative writing #mild spice? #not sure how mild #tbh

[gryfferin-gaybies]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Drarry - Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Original Characters Additional Tags: Pining, Pining Draco Malfoy, Pining Ginny Weasley, Past Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Gay Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Drarry, Love Confessions, Draco Malfoy In Love, Harry Potter is Bad at Feelings, Confessions, Public Display of Affection, POV Ginny Weasley Summary:

Harry Potter broke up with Ginny because he realized he was gay. As he dates men and explores his newfound sexuality, Ginny and Draco, as his friends, are forced to watch and pretend to be supportive. All of their friends know that Harry and Draco are in love, even Ginny. The only person who doesn't know is Harry. Draco decides he's done waiting for Harry to figure it out on his own.

AKA: Ginny is sad. Harry is clueless. Draco confesses his love.

#drarry #drarry angst #ginny weasley #draco x harry #harry potter #hpdm #hpdm fanfic #confession #love confessions #otp #pining #past harry x ginny #harry potter is clueless #draco gets fed up #jealous draco #sad draco #gay draco malfoy #gay harry potter #gay

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 6: Corn Maze

Just a note that Harry's ace in this one (I'm working through a lot with my sexuality atm). There are lots of different ways of being ace, lots of different experiences, and I'm not trying to imply this is everyone's experience (but it is mine, so) just wanted to offer a sensitivity warning.

Harry wasn't overly fond of mazes. Not since fourth year, in particular, but also not since everything in his life seemed to be misdirection.

Lately, he'd been feeling like there'd been one too many turns, one too many dead ends, one too many miss-steps; at some point, it felt like he ought to have been due a break.

Still, he found himself with his friends and his godchildren at a literal corn maze; a race to get to the center. And Harry couldn't really have cared less about winning.

He turned down another way, heard a child a few rows over shriek with delight as they ran past, corn rustling, and wished in the very depth of his bones that he could feel simple joy like that, wondered if he ever would. Realizing it was another dead end, he sighed and started to turn back.

"I was hoping I'd find you," spoken softly, just behind him.

"Circe, Draco," he breathed, "you startled me."

Draco was standing there, wearing an over-sized maroon jumper that covered his fingers, blonde hair slipping out of its braid leaving strands framing his face. And Harry ached with how he loved him, ached with the ways he didn't (couldn't).

"Why were you hoping to find me?"

He tucked a strand of fine blond hair behind his ear as he stepped into his space, "So I could do this," he whispered, leaning in and kissing him sweetly.

And, oh, Harry loved kissing. He loved his friends, loved Draco in particular. He loved being able to touch him, loved holding his hand and carding his fingers through his hair. Kissing him at the pub a few nights ago, he hadn't meant to, it had- "Draco, wait-"

"Oh," he said, taking a step back, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overstep, after Monday, I thought-"

"Wait," he said, reaching out to take the other man's hand, holding it, "listen. I-" he broke off, shook his head, exhaled. How had his life become this? "I don't want to mislead you."

"Right," he said taking a step back, shaking his head. "You're not interested. You were drinking, we were drinking. It's fine, let's forget about it."

"I'm ace," he blurted, not knowing how else to say it, not knowing how to tell Draco it wasn't about him, it was entirely about Harry. "And I love you, Draco. You are one of my best friends. If you asked me tomorrow if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, I'd say yes. I love you with my whole heart."

Draco sat down on the ground, staring up at Harry. "I'm-" he shook his head, "I am so confused."

Harry collapsed next to him, wrapped his arms around his knees. "I'm asexual-" he started again.

"No, I heard that," he said, "and I heard you tell me that you love me, that you'd spend the rest of your life with me-"

"I would, Draco," he said earnestly.

"But you don't want to kiss me?" he asked, brow furrowing.

He shook his head, "It's not that I don't want to kiss you." He scrubbed his nails through the short hair at the base of his neck before ruffling the curls at the top of his head. "It's that I love you so much but I'll never be in love with you. Not the way you-" he broke off, choking on the words, "not the way you deserve. I would kiss you, I'd cuddle with you; hell, I'd have sex with you and I would probably like it. But I'd like it because I love you, not because I care about the sex," he rambled, seemingly unable to stop himself now that he started, a freight train rolling down a hill unable to brake, "but I'm not opposed, I just won't think about it. And I won't-"

"Harry," he said, reaching out and putting his hands on both of Harry's shoulders, "hey. Woah. Slow down, take a breath," he said softly. "Can I hold your hands?" he asked, moving a bit to sit in front of him.

Harry nodded, feeling teary, reaching out and taking the other man's hands in his.

"I hope you know that I would never ask you to do something you're uncomfortable with," he started. "You're so important to me, I'd never ask you to have sex if it wasn't something you wanted-"

"It's not about the sex." He shook his head, "I like orgasms, I'm not sex-repulsed; it's probably why it took me so long to realize that I'm ace in the first place."

Draco squeezed his hands, "Thank you for telling me, for trusting me. But Harry, I can't understand what you meant by misleading me?"

"I don't," he shook his head, "I don't experience attraction the way that most people do, the way that you do. Sex isn't going to be the thing I think about. The way I love you," he shook his head, "I love you so much Draco but it's not the same as how you love me-"

"Does it have to be?" Draco asked. "Harry, you're everything to me," he breathed. "I love you too, I love you so much. And I'm in love with you. Does it have to be the same?"

Harry shook his head, "I don't know," he whispered. "I haven't the foggiest idea," he confessed. "It's never been enough in the past."

"What do you mean?"

"Before I understood my sexuality," he said. "I loved people before and I thought they loved me," he swallowed, "but I haven't been enough, haven't been right-"

"You're enough for me," Draco said, cupping Harry's cheek. "You're right for me. There's nothing wrong with you," he said gently. "I'm sorry that other people have made you feel like there is."

"Oh," he said faintly, equally wanting to brush him off and wanting Draco to give him more gentle reassurances.

"You don't have to believe me right away," Draco said. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm really rather gone on you," he chuckled self consciously.

He leaned forward, pressing his forehead into Draco's neck, "What if you change your mind?"

"I hear your concern," Draco said, hands soothing over Harry's back, "but what if I don't?"

Harry laughed softly, terrified of even letting himself imagine that as a possibility.

"What if you just let me love you? What if we just," he shrugged, jostling Harry's head, "let ourselves be happy?" he said like a question.

"I'm afraid," Harry confessed.

Draco nodded, wrapping him tighter in his arms, "me too. Terrified that you'll realize that I'm not worthy of your love. So afraid you'll wake up and realize that you don't actually love me."

"Draco," he said softly, pulling back to look at him, "that's not going to happen."

"I'm willing to try to trust you about that, if you're willing to try to trust me," he said with a shrug. "I really want this," he said, gesturing between the two of them, "I promise to be good to you," he added, voice soft and pleading.

"Draco," he whispered again, wanting, wanting, wanting. "Yes."

"Yeah?" he asked, grinning brightly at him.

He nodded, "yeah. Yes, if you're sure."

"Harry, there is nothing not to be sure about. I love you. You love me. We'll figure the rest out."

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written for the @flufftober prompt "Corn Maze"

#Ace Harry Potter #drarry #love #soft #fluff #love confessions #flufftober #it's me. i'm harry. feeling really afraid that no one is ever going to be able to love me and if they do i'm cheating them. #just in case anyone was wondering if i'm projecting on fictional characters today. the answer is yes. #short and sweet

[saoirse-murphy]

Fun little one-shot

It is my delulu hour what can I say🤷‍♀️ also hope this makes sense, Enjoy!

Pairing-Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy Rating: Teen audiences and up Summary: Harry finally decides to confess his feelings toward Malfoy for let's be honest years. Harry gets a bit more than he was expecting Tags: Oneshot, Harry x Draco, Love Confessions

The vast corridors of Hogwarts, with their enchanted walls and moving staircases, echoed the hustle and bustle of students. Amid the lively chatter, Harry Potter found himself grappling with an unusual bout of shyness—a feeling unfamiliar to the Chosen One who had faced countless challenges. His heart, usually steady in the face of danger, now thudded with a different kind of uncertainty.

Draco Malfoy, the platinum-haired Slytherin, stood in a cluster of students, engaged in casual conversation. Harry lingered on the periphery, his hand nervously playing with the edge of his robes. He had something important to say, something that had been lingering in his thoughts like a persistent charm.

Summoning courage, Harry took a step forward, only to retreat as self-doubt crept in. He felt like a first-year again, grappling with the awkwardness of social interactions. The realization that he, too, could be struck by the whims of nervousness caught him off guard.

Ginny Weasley, ever perceptive, noticed Harry's inner turmoil. With a supportive smile, she gave him a gentle nudge in Draco's direction. "Just go for it, Harry. You've faced dragons and dark wizards; talking to Malfoy can't be that hard."

Encouraged by Ginny's words, Harry took a deep breath and approached Draco, who looked up with a raised eyebrow. The Slytherin had sensed Harry's presence but was curious about the unusual hesitance in the Gryffindor's demeanor.

"Uh, Malfoy," Harry began, his voice a touch softer than usual.

Draco turned fully toward him, studying Harry with a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Potter. What's got you all flustered?"

Harry nervously tugged on the sleeve of Draco's robes, a subtle gesture that conveyed his desire for privacy. The Slytherin, initially taken aback, acquiesced with a nod, leading Harry to a quieter alcove away from prying eyes.

Once they were in a secluded corner, Harry gathered his thoughts, his green eyes meeting Draco's silver ones. "I, um, wanted to talk to you about something. Something important."

Draco arched an eyebrow, intrigued by the unexpected vulnerability in Harry's usually confident demeanor. "Alright, Potter. I'm listening."

Harry took another deep breath, pushing through the shyness that threatened to hold him back. "I've been thinking a lot, and I... I don't really know how to say this, but... I've been feeling something, and I needed to talk to you about it."

Draco, sensing the gravity of the situation, regarded Harry with a mix of curiosity and seriousness. His fingers gently encircled Harry's waist, their touch conveying a silent reassurance that transcended the complexities of their past. The cool, stone walls of Hogwarts seemed to soften under the tender energy that enveloped the two wizards.

Harry, his green eyes reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions, leaned into Draco's touch. The atmosphere held a delicate balance—a moment suspended in time, where the weight of unspoken words hung in the air like a whispered incantation.

"Feeling something? What are you talking about?"

Harry hesitated, then mustered the courage to admit, "I think I might have a crush on you."

The confession hung in the air, creating a moment of suspended time. Draco, surprised by the revelation, blinked before a subtle smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"Well, Potter," Draco said with a hint of amusement, "that's quite the unexpected turn of events. But I suppose it takes a certain amount of bravery to admit something like that, especially when those feelings are for an ex death eater,"

As the two wizards stood in this clandestine sanctuary, Harry summoned the courage to gaze into Draco's silver eyes. The air crackled with tension, a palpable energy that mirrored the intertwining of destinies.

A moment of stillness lingered—an uncharted territory where words were rendered obsolete. In the quietude, Harry closed the distance, his hand lingering on Draco's arm as if tethered by an invisible thread. Draco's hands tightened on his waist pulling him closer, his features softened by the muted light, met Harry's gaze with an intensity that transcended the confines of Hogwarts.

In the pregnant silence, both began to lean into each other's touch, and the gravitational pull between them became undeniable. The magnetic force culminated in a tender yet hesitant meeting of lips—an unspoken agreement that sealed a chapter unexplored until that moment. Soft and fleeting, the kiss spoke of a shared vulnerability and the emergence of emotions too complex to articulate.

Slowly Draco's lips began to trail down the other's neck soft pants and moans escaping Harry's parted lips.

"uh, um, Dray... oh... uh we can't do this here" Harry can barely speak from the way Draco is trailing his hands closer and closer to the place he wants the most.

"ok" He abruptly stops his ministrations. Harry could cry. If it weren't for his shock he is actually certain he would, "Met me in the eighth year dorms. Yeah?"

before Harry can even answer Draco is gone. What a day.

#draco malfoy #drarry #draco x harry #harry potter #first kiss #love confessions #fanfic #oneshot #i need to stop #i think that harry is so babygirl

[miyakiyo0mi]

i have a spinning wheel app on my phone and the only wheel i have created contains all my ships cuz i can't decide who to read about if my life depends on it, tbh

#anime fanfics #fanfics #fanfictions #ao3 #spinning wheel #drarry #puppyshipping #violetshipping #iwaoi #soukoku #sterek #snupin #thiam #ranpoe #sasunaru #kankukiba #sakuatsu #confession #confession time

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt “Dark Side” by Kelly Clarkson from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 225

Drarry microfic: that dark side of yours

Cw: implied panic attack & implied depression

“I don’t understand how you can still love me!”

Harry was sitting on the ground of their bedroom, his head in his hands and his shoulders shaking. “I can’t… I don’t…”

“Hey.” Draco placed a comforting hand on Harry’s arm, pulling one of his hands away from his face. “Harry, look at me.” His voice was soft, tender. As if he was trying not to scare a wild animal.

Harry did look up. The sad look visible in his green eyes broke Draco’s heart.

“I love you,” Draco said, squeezing Harry’s arm. “I love you so much that I can’t even put it into words. And I know you’ve been struggling with that… dark side of yours, as you’d like to call it. But you have to know that I’ll always be here to remind you who you really are. I’ll be here to remind you how perfect you are to me.”

They looked at each other as silence filled the small space between them. Harry’s eyes were still wet with unshed tears, though the sadness had disappeared a little. He sighed deeply, before turning his gaze away. “I love you, too,” he mumbled softly, leaning his head on Draco’s shoulder. “And thank you.”

“Of course,” Draco said immediately. He intertwined their fingers and rested his head against Harry’s, closing his eyes. “Anytime, my love.”

Prompt from April 14th

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[aomiinwonderland]

Do you guys chase seratonin through fanfiction at 3AM in the morning after an arguement with a loved one too? 🥹

#late night thoughts #fanfiction #confessions #drarry #just read drarry fanfiction to bosot my mood #alternating between drarry hannigram and their extended universe #fanfic recommendations please #hannigram