#drarry fic - mine

[appleslightning]

#dmhp #drarry #hpdm #mine #draco malfoy #harry potter #based on #imperio by tenthousandyears #fic art

[dracognition]

for @drarrymicrofic; royalty

"Is this a joke?" asked Harry.

"I'm afraid not." Hermione was so stone-faced an onlooker would assume she was delivering a death sentence: which, as far as Harry was concerned, it might as well be.

Malfoy preened. "Everyone knows the Malfoy line has illustrious members," he boasted, mouth curved into a sharp white smile. "But we all assumed the King Arthur thing was just a rumour." He paused. "Not that I'm surprised, mind you."

"Yeah," said Harry. "Now everything about you makes sense. Royal inbreeding must be worse than regular pureblood inbreeding."

Malfoy made a rude gesture. Harry made one back. Hermione said, "Look, there are... he needs a bodyguard, and you're the best in the department."

Harry glanced at Malfoy, who'd mastered the art of looking down haughtily before anyone knew anything about royal lineage and was employing it now. He scowled, bowed mockingly, and lifted his head to meet Malfoy's eyes. "My lord," he said, which was meant to come out sarcastic but ended up sort of—rough, or low, and suddenly Malfoy's haughty gaze looked a bit nervous.

"My knight," he replied, an eyebrow arched, but his voice was soft and off-kilter, and Harry realised this job was about to be much worse or much better than he'd thought.

#drarry #draco malfoy #drarry microfic #harry potter #hp #mine #writing #this actually ended up being the start of a much longer fic i doubt i'll ever finish. oh well

[risafeywritesdrarry]

Harry said, “I’m tired of us squabbling like cats—and I get the impression you are too. So can we agree to get along, or at least agree to disagree? Or would you at least tell me what it is you hate about me so much?”

Draco readjusted his stance. He stepped forward and set both feet firmly on the ground in front of Harry. “You want to know why I hate you?” he breathed viperously. “I hate you, Potter, because you can do no wrong according to Professor Dumbledore. I hate how that stupid scar of yours commands the crowds wherever you go—and I hate how you’re always the center of attention—and that you ever had the nerve to say no to me. I hate how bright and green your beautiful eyes are, and I hate the blank look on your face whenever you look at me like that…”

Stunned by the confusion of words he had just heard, Harry worked his mouth on a soundless question. When he recovered his voice, he managed to say, “Malfoy… what do my beautiful eyes have to do with anything?”

#drarry fandom #drarry #draco malfoy #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #drarry fic #harry potter #hogwarts era #love story #draco x harry #harry x draco #ao3 #canon compliant #hpdm #Drarry Is Canon #mine #my writing

[lupine-trees]

learn me, love me, let me know

[something, something, learning as a love language. dedicated to the mundane bits of falling. a drabble in three parts.]

word count: ~1,550, rating: t

I.

The routine dictates: Thursdays are for new recipes and bad movies.

Draco stood at the stove, hovering over a saucepan. I want to try to make something for the gnocchi, he’d said, like an absolute fool.

He’d gone rogue, recipe-less, and this was what he got for it.

“Something’s not right,” he called to Harry, who was poking at a puzzle spread across the living room coffee table. “Here,” he said, scooping up a spoonful and carrying it over, a careful hand cupped underneath. He lifted the spoon to Harry’s lips.

Harry tasted, nodded, thoughtful, knees tucked under him on the rug. “Salt.”

Draco huffed. “I added salt.”

Harry grinned up at him. “More salt.”

Draco went back to the kitchen, and Harry, with sudden realization, rose and followed behind him.

“Wait— here,” he called, reaching up to the potted plant on the windowsill and plucking a few sprigs of chive, pulling a pinch of parsley. He made quick work of them on the cutting board while Draco stirred at the sauce, sprinkled in more salt.

“Alright.” Harry passed the board to Draco, who slid the herbs into the pan.

“It’s still—”

Harry reached over him to one of the myriad jars on the shelf, poured just a bit of the powder over the mixture.

“Cornstarch,” he said, a smile easy on his lips. “It’ll thicken. Give it a minute.”

And sure enough.

Draco took a spoonful, warm and fragrant, tasted it, and nearly moaned. Cleared his throat.

“So?” Harry said, leaned back against the countertop.

“Delicious, of course. You’re unbelievable.” The annoyance was put-upon, a convenient cover for an inconvenient truth.

“I think you mean, ‘Thanks, Harry, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’”

“I assure you, I do not,” he murmured, small grin sharp, crowding into Harry’s space, pressing him back against the counter, one hand splayed over his hip.

“Go on, try it,” he said, placing the spoon again at Harry’s lips.

Harry did, and he had no such qualms about moaning.

II.

This part was definitely not routine.

Draco’s flat— once Harry was finally permitted to visit— was, somehow, smaller even than Harry’s own, and more bafflingly, he had crammed a piano into it anyway.

“Are you even allowed to have this here? Surely it’s too heavy. There’s gotta be, I dunno, building codes or something.”

Draco gave him a belabored glance. “That’s what magic is for, Potter.” He gave the piano a gentle shove, and it slid. “Featherweight charm.”

“Oh,” Harry answered, carefully pulling the piano back into its place. “Y’know, I always wanted to learn to play one of these.” He plunked a finger down on a key, trailed a few notes.

“Did you?”

“Mhm. They have one at the Burrow, an old upright heirloom. I could play Jingle Bells, but, well. Doesn’t really count, does it?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Here.” Draco lifted the bench seat, pulling out sheets of music, settling them on the stand. “Sit, sit.”

Harry sat. Draco slid in beside him. “Put your fingers here,” he said, placing him at rest on the keys.

So, it went like this: The afternoon was long, bleeding into evening, the music clunky. Harry definitely played Jingle Bells upward of twenty times. Draco might’ve taken the opportunity to lean cozily on his shoulder, to place his hands atop Harry’s for teaching purposes.

“Your neighbors are going to hate you,” Harry murmured, softened by the bottle of wine they’d kipped into about an hour in.

Draco laughed. “You’re unbelievable.” He gave a tug at his magic, and the walls lit up with the delicate web of it. “Silencing charms. Wizards. Magic school. Ringing any bells?”

“Oh,” Harry breathed, eyes trailing the soft golds, the cool blues of the trace magic patterned over the wallpaper.

“Play again,” Draco said, bustling him, their shoulders flush.

Harry let out a sound of protest, his cheeks a pleasant, dusky pink. “I can’t. You play.”

“Alright. You pitiful thing.”

And he did, play, and it was lovely.

But anyway, it wasn’t about the music, really, was it?

III.

The routine didn’t really have a say in the weather, but if it did, it would typically be indifferent to rain.

Unfortunately, the tire had gone out on the Corolla, which meant they were left like so: stranded road-side, with the jack and the spare, but a bit tragically, with none of the requisite experience or education necessary to make use of them.

All this and the rain, which had picked up from a steady patter and was dropping buckets rather insistently.

Harry was holding his best umbrella charm— best being the operative description. The raindrops were sneaking through in patches to where Draco’d laid out the spare blanket from the backseat. He was flat on his back, slid under the car, trying to position the jack, to make it lift, to do something.

The ground, though, was hard and cold and wet. The jack slipped again, dropping the car the few inches it had risen, and Draco shrank back, startled, and swore.

He clambered inelegantly from beneath the car, abandoning the rear passenger tire, the nail jammed into it, flat flat flat.

“Alright?” Harry called over the downpour, offering him a hand up.

Draco accepted, then dusted at his dampened trousers. “It’s no good. I’ve got no bloody clue. The cursed thing won’t stay put, and I—” He felt the frustration crawling up his neck, and left the sentence unfinished, tossing his hands in the air.

“We’ll figure it out,” Harry assured.

“Oh, we’ll figure it out. Brilliant. My favorite plan, the kind that doesn’t actually even exist.”

“We can apparate into town, then come back—”

“I’m not leaving the Corolla,” he said, stubbornly, knowing it was stubborn as he said it, unreasonable.

Harry’s voice was raised, shouting over the torrent of the rain, which his spellwork was doing little to deflect. “Draco, I get it, but the car will be fine. We need to—”

“I know the car will be fine,” Draco interrupted, a hiss, “because I’m not leaving it.” He stalked back to the driver’s side door, pulled it open, hard on the hinges. “And your umbrella charm’s shit,” he flung over his shoulder, before climbing inside and slamming the door shut.

The regret was almost immediate, mingling with anxious irritation and the rain drops sliding cold down his spine, plopping from his hair and onto his nose. The rain was louder, too, inside, pinging off the roof and the windshield. Draco fretted at Harry, standing out there still, nudging at the tire, undoubtedly soaked to the bone.

The minutes stretched, and the tension wilted. Draco folded into the steering wheel, knocking his forehead lightly against it. Just as he found the resolve to go back out, to make it right, to try again, the passenger door opened, and Harry dropped into his seat. His curls were plastered to his forehead, and his glasses fogged in the sudden heat of the car.

“Alright,” he said.

“I’m sorry,” Draco said. “It’s my fault. The car. This whole ridiculous idea.”

He reached for Harry’s glasses and wiped them clear as he could (rain-damp shirt given) before returning them to the bridge of his nose.

“And I’m sorry. For snapping. It’s not fair.”

Harry reached for his hand. “Thanks. But I like the car. And I like the idea. And I… like you. So.”

“I can’t imagine why.”

“Stop that, now. Try the car.”

“What?”

“Drive it. Just a few metres. To try something.”

“Alright.”

And the car moved, and nothing horrible happened, and really, you couldn’t even tell there was a flat. They stopped, hazard lights still blinking.

“You changed it?”

Harry laughed, low. “Not exactly. Fortunately, though, my levitation charms are less shit than my umbrella ones.”

“You’re… levitating the car?”

“Sure. I mean, we need to get to an auto shop, because I don’t know how long it’ll hold, but I think we’re only about 12 kilometres—”

Draco practically leapt across the console, the need to kiss Harry an absolute.

“Mmph!” Harry muffled against his lips, startled, but he had no further protests. The kiss was clinging, hands all wrapped in hair and around one another, damp and desperate and delighted. They pulled apart, breath heavy, and Draco laughed.

“You’re brilliant. You’re ridiculous. I can’t believe you. I love you. I— oh.” Draco stopped short, a blush creeping sudden up his neck.

“Oh,” Harry breathed, and smiled at him, and Draco wanted to sink into his seat.

“I didn’t mean to say that,” he murmured, slowly, careful.

“It’s alright,” Harry said. “I did.”

“What?”

“I meant it. Before. I love the car. And I love the idea.” He reached for Draco’s hands again, holding him steady, the way he did.

“And I love you.” He tilted his head, thoughtful. “Mostly that one,” he said, dimple flashing, devastating.

Draco’s heart pattered with the rain, and he leaned forward, the grin on his lips barely contained.

“You’re completely absurd,” he said, all fondness and irrepressible warmth.

“And you love me,” Harry whispered.

“A madman.”

“And you love me.”

“Absolutely shit at umbrella charms.”

“And?” Harry said, hopeful and plain, unexpectant.

Draco closed the little distance left between them. “And I love you.”

#drarry #drarry drabble #drarry fic #usda certified fluff #this one’s cozy & tooth achingly sweet & completely what i’ve needed lately #hope y’all can take some respite in it too <3 #fic tag #mine #lup writes

[mxlfoydraco]

“Well good. I really would like to shout at you for a number of things—honestly, Harry. Trying to apparate? You could have been killed!” “Or worse,” Ron says, “expelled.” Hermione does not appear nearly as amused by this as Harry.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq

#this passage deserves to be shared #I legit laughed out loud #romione #at their best #golden trio #drarry #drarry fic recs #fic quotes #ron weasley #hermione granger #mine

[tokruta]

someone who is good at psychology help me understand why i adore jegulus with all my heart but don't like drarry outside of very specific aus

please my family is dying (my ability to read jegulus lives aus is heavily compromised)

#jegulus #drarry #harry potter #my greatest shame is that i can't completely drop hp fan content #i'll never touch official hp stuff (and haven't since like 2018) #but the fan content slaps so hard #especially the marauders stuff. been a james girlie since 2008 #my leading theory is that i just don't like draco and the few aus im talking about have to do with getting me to like him first #i think the only time i actually shipped drarry is in the dark prince trilogy bc they were bffs and super supportive to each other in a way #i found very compelling. the trilogy is hinny but if it was drarry i would have been 100% okay with it #so since each fic needs to win me over on draco instead of starting at me already liking him it's too much effort to read drarry so i don't #(i like regulus. everyone is allowed 1 death eater to like (obv you can like more i just mean ppl who despise them) and mine is him. #what can i say? the black brothers the stolen horcrux and the love for kreacher compel me. loved reggie long before i shipped jegulus) #does anyone have any jegulus lives aus with hinny? that'd be great! #hasan't

[burningthegallows]

Draco and Harry from Nice Things by aideomai

I’ve recced this one before here. Fav moment:

Draco frowned and thumbed at the hem of his jumper. His throat worked. Then he said, in a very careful voice, “Are you fucking with me?”

“What?” Harry said.

“It would be a new level of creativity for you,” Draco said, “and - and crueler than you usually are, though obviously I’m aware that I’ve deserved it, over the years. But if you are, I just wanted to let you know that it’s been very successful and you can leave off now.”

Harry moved across the room very slowly. It was so dark, and he wanted to see Draco’s face better, map out the new details he was suddenly paying attention to. Draco looked up when Harry was a foot away. Harry said, “I’m not fucking with you.”

Draco nodded, a tiny, slight movement. “Okay.”

“Are you,” Harry said, and swallowed, “are you fucking with me?”

Draco let out a shivering breath. “No,” he said, and added quickly and worried, “but since we’re being so communicative tonight and given your -- insane and thrilling honesty policy, I thought I should tell you that I’m still not very good at, um, monitoring my emotions or managing anything half-hearted with respect to you, so if you keep this up I’m probably going to fall in love with you, which will be very awkward for everyone involved.”

#drarry fanart #drarry fic rec #mine #the art not the fic #this fic is sooo good #had to draw more art so I could include this quote #cleaning up my wips #I love them #aideomai

[theserpens]

Drarry Fic Rec: Set Six

Dady Says by GallaPlacidia podfic circa 3,9 hours, M

Eleven-year-old Scorpius starts writing to Harry. Harry starts to fall in love with Draco through his portrayal in his son's letters. Featuring an extremely remorseful Draco living with muggles and working at a second- hand book shop, an isolated Harry, and a Scorpius who's dreading going to Hogwarts because he knows he'll be bullied there.

Modern Love by @tackytigerfic 61,323 words, E

Harry Potter, of all people, knows that life isn’t always fair. And no one gets to be happy all of the time. But surely there’s something more—something better—than a rubbish Ministry job, and a lonely old house, and that feeling that everyone out there is doing a better job of living than Harry is. And it really doesn’t seem fair that Draco Malfoy is back in Harry’s life, all of a sudden, and even though he’s wandless, and living with Muggles, and making his mother cry with his lifestyle choices, he’s happy. So what's he doing right, that Harry isn’t? Because things don’t really change, do they? And if Harry can’t be happy, he’ll settle for a good night’s sleep, some posh antiques, and the opportunity to find out what Malfoy has been up to for all these years. And that’s what starts it all.

Here’s The Pencil, Make It Work by ignatiustrout 49,493 words, M

Harry thinks "Why is Malfoy working in a coffee shop in muggle London?" is a much simpler question than, "Are you going to accept that auror offer and, if you don't, what will you do?"

This set includes my favorite stories about Draco having found his place in the Muggle world and Harry being lost among wizards. All of them feature the boys running into each other a few years after the war, and Harry trying to understand this new Draco Malfoy. Surely he is up to something; why else would he be laughing with his Muggle friends and look so bloody handsome!?

Friendships are always formed first, but they fall in love every time (sorry, spoilers).

'Dad Says' is a wonderful, high-quality podfic read by Galla herself. It has a sad and lonely Harry, a charming but exiled Draco, an adorably earnest Scorpius, and a perfect dynamic between the three of them. 'Modern Love' is lovely, fun, and has many of these same ingredients, but there is also a (sexy, tall!) vicar flirting with Draco and making Harry incredibly jealous. 'Here's The Pencil, Make It Work' also features this same dynamic (sad Harry + exiled Draco = meeting in the middle), and I will honestly never tire of Draco's Muggle friends recognizing Harry Potter's stalking of Draco Malfoy as the crush that it is.

Also, all of these have incredible original characters that make up Draco's new group of friends, and Draco casually using Muggle things with Harry gaping at him. Enjoy!

#drarry #fic rec #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #fic reccomendations #draco x harry #drarry fic #drarry smut #drarry angst #drarry fluff #dad says #modern love #here's the pencil make it work #art by #harland miller #it was hard to choose just one of his penguin book cover canvases #they are a gold mine #i think my favorite one says 'incureable romantic seeks dirty fithy whore' #maybe i will make a set to match that premise #these tags got away from me

[literatebly]

Seven Hectare Heart

Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter (Harry Potter) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Tags: Idiots in Love, Pining, Longing, so much longing omg, some sexual content but it's not very graphic, it's more implied i think, but do let me know if i need to update the rating!, or if there are any tags i should add!, no beta we die like cowards unable to ask for help, EWE, Praise Kink Word count: 17k

Summary:

As it turns out, people are pilgriming to Harry's new-old house. Which, it isn't ideal, it's actually quite disturbing, but at least that only seems to happen once a year, and besides, there's a brilliant pub owner for him to try and figure out in the meanwhile. It'd be quite nice, maybe, if the pub owner wasn't so prickly.

#hi omg my first complete drarry fic #my first complete hp fic despite having been in the fandom for 15+ years #why does posting about it feel so bloody awkward :-D #anyway #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #harry x draco #draco x harry #harry potter x draco malfoy #draco malfoy x harry potter #hp fanfic #hp fanart #mine

[crazybutgood]

banner created by the wonderful @getawayfox 💖

This short story reclist has fics featuring colours in various ways, in the spirit of the upcoming Holi festival~

Check out the previous short story list here !

Baste the Rainbow by @vukovich (Draco/Harry) (E, 1267)

Harry’s day had been so bad, he'd been sent home early to relax. A shower was just the ticket, and he walked into the bedroom, destined for...

Draco was sprawled out against a nest of pillows, mobile in one hand, cock in the other, and a rainbow of dots arranged up the center of his entire torso.

Widened grey eyes drifted toward him. Caught.

"You're home early," Draco murmured, startled.

Love Found by @peachpety (Draco/Harry) (E, 7500)

During Harry’s sixth year, Draco Malfoy joins the Order as a double-agent and continues with his task to get the Death Eaters into the castle as assigned by Voldemort. Draco succeeds with his mission the evening Harry returns from the caves with Dumbledore. The boys reunite on the Astronomy Tower and, with the Death Eater’s arrival, are forced to engage in a fight, driving Harry to come to terms with his feelings about true friendship and romantic love.

punch-drunk fingerprints by @tamerofdarkstars (Draco/Harry) (T, 1983)

In a world where every touch of a soulmate leaves a temporary heat mark on bare skin, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds his life devolving into a massive cliche because the Boy Who Lived Twice has no idea how to respect the personal space bubble.

A Heart So Colourful ♡ by @lumosatnight (Ron/Viktor) (E, 1532) 

Rita Skeeter’s article dropped on Tuesday afternoon. By Wednesday morning, it was posted all over Hogwarts. Not even Filch’s personal quarters had been overlooked (though why a student would risk sneaking in there, Merlin only knew). By Thursday, even the professors were talking about it. By Friday, the Minister, himself, was Flooing his associates across the pond.

Viktor Krum was gay, and he had asked Ronald Weasley to the Yule Ball.

Naked in Neon by LittleSixx (Dean/Blaise) (E, 5263)

It is theme night at Padma Patil's nightclub, The Sugar Quill. Models are available to be painted however the patrons like, but Blaise Zabini sees Dean Thomas across the club so he gets creative.

Stains by @makeitp1nk (Draco/Harry) (T, 100)

For domaystic prompt - painting the walls

dead beauty by untilourapathy (gwendolen_lotte) (Fleur/Tonks) (G, 1243) 

Where Fleur is white noise and Tonks is her colour.

Spots of Colour by luminae (Luna/Ginny) (T, 252)

Ginny would let Luna do anything if it means she hears her laugh.

Sun Colours by DramioneDreaming (Luna/Ginny) (T, 503) 

Written for the Rare Pairs Last Drabble Writer Standing contest hosted by DramioneLDWS, a short Luna/Ginny based on the colour Yellow.

You Paint in Colours That Don’t Exist by fluorescencx (Draco/Harry) (T, 4517)

Draco wasn’t happy. All the world was grey.

#spotlight saturday #short stories #cbg fic rec #drarry #scorbus #draco & scorpius #linny #flonks #hp femslash #dean x blaise #ron x viktor #hp rarepair #harry potter #fandom #reclist #mine #q

[tackytigerfic]

Six Sentence Sunday

tagged by the brilliant @oknowkiss whose brain i want to live inside - her post is here, believe me when i say i am very excited about the rest.

I have been writing wildly but my life is very overwhelming atm so i don't get much fandom time. really missing the place (and answering my asks, and going through my mentions 😩) and i hope everyone else is doing well these days!

anyway this is taken from the sex scene i've been writing for weeks which is now nearly 10k long... help. in this fic voldemort lives, harry is still fighting him, and draco joined the Order in 6th year.

“Please,” Harry said. “Draco, please…” deliberately, almost a tease, looking at Draco through his lowered lashes, an invitation. And it worked, just like Harry had known it would, Draco’s face taking on a preoccupied look like he had when he was looking through Lucius’s notebooks, like there was a puzzle he was trying to solve, and he practically shoved Harry along the wall towards the door that led into the parlour.

“In here,” he said, managing to sound bossy even when his words were muffled against Harry’s mouth, though Harry was weirdly into it, liked how he got posher-sounding the more Harry kissed him, liked that he wasn’t averse to pushing Harry around a bit, liked the feel of his warm hand pressing hard at the base of Harry’s spine as they moved together into the room and towards the big old horsehair sofa that sat solidly in front of the dusty fireplace.

The window was north-facing in here, the light thin and high. “Off,” Draco said, and Harry began obediently to lift his t-shirt up, before he saw that Draco was talking crossly to the dustcloth that he was irritatedly flicking off the sofa onto the floor. Harry paused, feeling silly, but then Draco turned, brushing off his hands, and when he caught sight of Harry, the t-shirt bundled up under one armpit, one elbow sliding out below the hem, he stopped still and blushed so obviously that Harry found himself laughing.

“Shut up,” Draco said, but he was laughing too, and then he strode the last few steps towards Harry and slid both hands right up under Harry’s t-shirt, easing it the rest of the way off him, letting it drop decisively to the floor at their feet.

“There,” he said. “That’s better.”

Tagging @hogwartsfirebolt @lqtraintracks @jalesidor @pineau-noir @teacup-tai @vivantesopales @xanthippe74 and anyone reading this , if you fancy it. please @ me if you do, i'm feeling so out of things atm and want to know what everyone is up to!

#i am meant to be focusing entirely on original #i have had some lit agents get in touch #based on a short piece of mine #and they want to read my long stuff #which... i do not have ready #however i just cannot seem to quit the drarry long fic #insert brokeback meme here #it's my downtime!! #back to orig tomorrow morning though 😅 #six sentence someday #drarry

[appleslightning]

nice things

#harry potter #illustration #drarry #harry james potter #fic art #harry x draco #draco malfoy #mine #dmhp #hpdm #hi hello yes this is my first post!!!!!

[hogwartsfirebolt]

i stay 

Drarry - 9k - The darkening sky is dangerous for the shape of Harry’s desire, it makes it seem reasonable, as though it were a natural conclusion of having Draco once again within reach, rather than the mirage it actually is.

Hi, I wrote this for @tackytigerfic for the Wheel Of Drarry Mini Exchange. It’s a fic about reunions, about coming from entirely different backgrounds and it not mattering one bit when gravity itself brings you together, about building. The whole time I was writing it I kept having flashes of it in this cinematic way (with bloom by the paper kites playing in the background) and I decided to make that the graphic theme for it. Hopefully this looks a little bit like how the fic feels. 

If it sounds like your thing, I’d appreciate it if you gave it a shot. Love you all.

Read on AO3

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #draco malfoy #harry potter #mywriting #mine

[risafeywritesdrarry]

HATE-DATE

DRARRY MICROFIC ❤️💛/💚🩶 (wc: 300)

The frosty air seeped into Draco’s skin, making it feel as though his heartbeat had slowed to a dull tattoo. He stammered, “Potter. I was, uh, considering… you know, Hogsmeade. Perhaps you’d want to—”

Harry grinned knowingly, eyes twinkling with mischief. “Hogsmeade? What about Hogsmeade, Malfoy? Should I call my friends over here before I let you finish that statement?”

Draco wrestled against his own pride as Harry stared at him, anticipation lighting up the Gryffindor's face. “Don’t make this unbearable, Potter.”

“Looking to sweep me off my feet with your broom? Or do you want to show me off like a trophy wherever we go? Are you going to parade me around on your arm like a sparkling new boyfriend next to that prefect’s badge of yours?”

Caught off guard, Draco scowled. “No, you prat! I meant, like… do you want to hang out? As friends, but—you know… not as friends?”

Harry’s teasing expression intensified. “I can only guess you mean as more than friends.”

“That’s the exact opposite of what I mean,” Draco said tensely through clenched teeth.

“So you want to go on a date as enemies? Is that it?”

“In a manner of speaking…”

Harry’s eyes softened as he picked up on the sullen vulnerability in Draco’s deathly pale face. “Well, Malfoy, it’s about time you asked. I’d love to go on a hate-date with my sworn enemy.”

Draco’s ears reddened as he glared at nothing in particular. “And would you hold hands with me while we’re there?”

Harry refrained from grinning too much as the flush reached far enough to color Draco’s nose. Without any further taunts, Harry reached out and took hold of Draco’s hand. “I’ll hold it even now, if you want.”

“God... don't be stupid, Potter.” But just like that, the frost began to thaw in Draco’s heart.

♡END♡

NOTE: Last night I finished the first edit and scene additions for Year 5 on the Drarry longfic Labyrinth of Hearts, so I'll be taking a short break for maybe a week or so to let the new chapters "rest". Then I'll do a final, thorough edit and start publishing it to AO3. Figured I'd write a short Drarry before heading out for a celebratory lunch. Year 5 is 72,000 words long, so it feels like a milestone worth celebrating.

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[lupine-trees]

tidings of comfort & joy

[ the boys spend a cozy christmas morning with the weasleys. something light & homey for the season— wishing you all a merry drarry christmas & happy holidays. ⋆⁺₊❅⋆ ⁺₊❆⋆ ]

word count: ~350, rating: g

On Christmas morning, Molly opens the newspaper-wrapped gift last. As the fabric unfolds with a soft swish in her hands, her eyes well. “A tea towel?” George snickers, and Angelina shoves an elbow into his side.

Molly raises it to her cheek, a deep cream against the rosy, freckled flush of her face. “A scarf. It’s a cashmere scarf.”

Then she’s crying in earnest and Bill is resting a steady hand on her shoulder as Percy pulls a handkerchief from the interior of his cigar jacket. Angelina’s giving George an earful, and in spite of the glint in his eye he looks a bit like he wants to sink into the sofa. Fleur’s rocking the baby, who snoozes on unbothered, and Charlie’s laughing, delayed over the patchy Floo connection, and Hermione’s leaning into Ron’s side, trying to stay awake in spite of the circles under her eyes. Harry’s hand settles at the base of Draco’s spine.

Suddenly the room feels so full, full to bursting, and Draco’s not sure he can breathe, feels his face going blotchy, throat tight, that old tickle persistent behind his eyes. He exhales.

“Alright,” Ginny says, “who made Mam cry on Christmas?“ And Molly laughs, but it’s a warbly sound.

She looks up and finds Draco’s eyes, a smile easy on her lips. “Thank you, dear,” she says. “Look at me, blithering like an old biddy. I’ll ruin the thing before I even get to wear it.” She swipes at her eyes, laughing. “Who’s next?!” she demands, suddenly ready to be done with it, the tears and the watching. “It’s Christmas, for Merlin’s sake!”

Harry’s arm wraps around Draco’s side, tugging him closer. “You did good,” Harry murmurs into his neck, and Draco hums, turning to press a quick kiss to his mouth.

As the morning goes on, the family opening gifts and laughing and bantering and filling the room with pure Weasley-ness, Draco’s eyes drift back to Molly’s hands, folded in her lap, stroking the cashmere. The scarf had been his mother’s once. His heart quivers. Maybe, in some way, it is, here, now, too.

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry drabble #i hope the end of the year treats you all kindly <3 #& may this humble offering bring some comfort & joy #fic tag #lup writes #mine #draco x harry #drarry fanfic #(i’ve had this one in the notes app for ages) #(it makes me smile— glad to share it <3)

[mxlfoydraco]

@gyzym casually serving that touch starved Harry feast huh

(What We Pretend We Can’t See)

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