#drunk draco

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A drabble in which Hermione has to babysit a drunk Draco

“I like you, Granger.”

“You’re drunk, Malfoy.”

“Am not,” he said. He had his head propped up on one hand, using the other to finish off the remnants of his - 9th - drink. 

After he’d double and triple checked that the inside of his mug held no more alcohol, he discarded it on the bar top - it clattered with a *thud *- and moved on to his next drunken thought. 

“Why do people say they don’t like your hair?” *hiccup*

“I wasn’t aware that my hair was a popular topic amongst your friends, but thanks for letting me know.” She self consciously pulled at a stray piece resting on the nape of her neck.

“Well, they’re wrong, I like your hair.” *hiccup*

Before Hermione could - thank him? - Malfoy was out of his seat and stumbling confidently towards a couple of girls a few chairs down. 

“Hey, ‘scuse me. Hi, my names Draco. Don’t you like her hair? It has just the right amount of curly, don’t you think?” He was gesturing to Hermione theatrically, like she was the grand prize at the end of a game show.

Hermione, unsure whether it was Malfoy or the girls who needed rescuing from the situation unfolding in front of her, raced up behind him, gripped either side of his shoulders and attempted to move him away.

“Excuse my friend, he’s sloshed,” she said to the girls, who were both doing their best to hide the fit of giggles brought on by Malfoy's... drunkenness.

“Actually I’m her boyfriend,” he said, then his voice changed to a whisper, “but she doesn’t know that yet” - *hiccup* - “so shhhhh.” He placed a finger to his lips to demonstrate how they should stay quiet.

“Malfoy, you are not my boyfriend.” She’d finally succeeded at steering him back to their spot at the bar. He stumbled back onto his barstool. “You have to stop telling people that, or they’ll start to think its true.”

She looked at him expectantly, waiting for an acknowledgement that he’d hear her. 

He was looking back at her, dreamily.

“Well?” she asked, trying to coax an agreement from him.

“I wanna kiss you,” he said, but it came out more like ‘iwanuhkishoe’.

Hermione sighed. 

He was reaching for his drink that he’d already finished off when -

“Draco that’s not your drink! That’s hand sanitizer, you absolute donut.”

“Oooh donuts. They sound delightful right now, don’t they?” he said, then became distracted by a bartender who was passing by them. She was holding a bottle of liquor topped with a sparkler, so tiny flames were dancing in the air. 

The table who had ordered the bottle broke out into a tipsy rendition of the “Happy Birthday” song. Draco happily clapped along.

When it stopped, he quickly turned to Hermione, his face suddenly distraught.

“You know what I just thought about?” he asked. He wore a slight pout.

“What’s that, Malfoy?” She was done trying to guess what nonsense would come out of his mouth next.

“Dragons”

Yup, she would’ve never guessed that.

“What about Dragons?”

“Well Dragons have birthdays, right?”

He posed a good question. Her analytical tendencies wanted to argue that, while yes, dragons are born and thus have birthdays, they don’t have the intelligence to celebrate their birthdays like humans do, so it could be a subjective question. However, to her very drunk acquaintance, she just said:

“Yes - I assume so...” 

“Well, dragons can’t - they’ll never be able to blow out their own birthday candles. How *hiccup* sad.”

She facepalmed.

“You know, it’s been a fun date,” he said 

“We’re not on a date. Your friends left you and I couldn’t, in good conscience, leave you by yourself in your.. current state.”

“Oh. Well d’you wanna go date me sometime?”

“Let’s discuss this when you sober up.”

“Wrong answer. Ten points from Gryffindor.”

“Well Malfoy, this has been a fun.. whatever this was.. but I think it’s time to get you home.”

After a few minutes of slurred protest, and one last swipe at the bottle of hand sanitizer, Draco let Hermione Apparate them back to his apartment.

They arrived with a very clumsy jolt. Somehow, both of them managed to stay on their feet.

“Ooh.. head rush,” Malfoy said. 

Luckily, he’d appeared right next to his bed, and decided to forgo the entirety of his night time routine and just fall into the blankets. 

Unluckily, he’d forgotten he was still attached to Hermione’s arm, and brought her right down with him. She fell with an, “OOOF.”

She let herself lie there for a few seconds, a little hopeful that Malfoy would just go to sleep so that she could escape to her own apartment, but when she finally decided to remove her arm from his, she felt his hand grasp hers.

“Please don’t go,” he said. His eyes, though open, drooped sleepily.

“You won’t sleep well if I stay with you.” She adjusted the blankets around him.

Why did a part of her actually want to stay? Did she expect him to remember any of this in the morning?

She told herself it was her own morality that made her consider accepting his request, and that she’d feel horrible if she left him alone while he was this intoxicated.

As if he was reading her mind -

“Please stay,” he said again, though his voice was growing quieter as sleep threatened to take him.

And so, she stayed.

#maybe I wrote this while drinking wine #maybe I didn't #you'll never know #muahahaha #also starting now the only acceptable nickname for Draco is 'absolute donut' #dhr drabble #dhr drabbles #hp #harry potter #draco x hermione #dramione #hermione x draco #Draco Malfoy #Hermione Granger #dramione drabbles #Draco Malfoy x Hermione granger #dramione prompts #fluffy draco #drunk draco

[theslytherinskin]

Painful Dramione

(drunk)Draco: Hermione, did it hurt when you fell from heaven? Hermione: Yeah it did, but it won't hurt as much as your pain when you wake up. Draco, 10 hrs later: I'm going to jump off a building. All my assets should be used up in my funeral

#draco malfoy #draco x hermione #dramione #harry potter #after the war #drunk draco #drunk-draco-says-the weirdest-things

[shittywritting-222]

Will you shut up? Chapter 10

“So-there was a party?” He feels really out of place but he needs to stir the conversation somewhere else before he … I don’t know, something.

Draco puffs, putting his hands up in exasperation and that makes Harry laugh. Draco Malfoy is acting like a child.  “If it was, it was a shit party. People wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“How?”

“I don't know,” he ran a hand through his hair and Harry did his best not to look at his hands. “They kept walking over and saying hello and asking if I needed a drink when I clearly had a drink in my hand.”

“Sounds like they were just being nice.”

He snorted. “Sounds like they wanted to get in my pants.”

There’s a pung in his chest and he can feel a blush creep up on him. “You’re just being a prick, maybe they were just nice, not everyone wants to sleep with you.”

“You sure about that, Potter?” It should be illegal for him to look at Harry that way while saying his name, it made sticking to his point very difficult. 

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #harry x draco #jealous harry #drunk draco

[basicallyahedgehog]

Written for @drarrymicrofic prompt Dreamlover by Mariah Carey, and also for @phoebe-delia because I love you and I'm so proud of you, and you prompted "confession"

"I have a confession." Harry's eyes were bright, his cheeks wine-rosy. Draco tried not to look too long, scared he may never be able to look away.

"What it is, Potter? You walked past a cat in a tree? Don't sort your recyclables?"

Harry giggled as he swayed closer to Draco. "Worse," he whispered. "I'm glad Smith cheated on me."

At that Draco's head whipped around to face Harry fully. "Your drunken state would suggest otherwise." He had to forcibly keep his hands on the sticky bar, to grip his pint instead of tucking the stray curl behind Harry's ear.

"Nah, I'm drunk 'cause I wouldn't have had the courage sober."

"Courage to do what, Potter?" He glanced around for any sign of Granger or Weasley, to try and save Harry before he did or said something he'd regret.

"To confess." Harry looked at Draco as if it were he that was wine-drunk, unable to read the situation. "Cause all the time I was with Smith I was trying to love him, ya' know? Cause he said he loved me and I like being loved. But I kept dreaming of someone else coming and taking me away. Loving me properly."

Sweet Merlin, Draco's heart couldn't take this much longer. "Properly?"

"Yeah, you know." Harry waved his hand vaguely. "Hugs and kisses and 'oh sweetheart I love you so much.' Not, not expensive dinners and double dates with the Minister."

Harry paused, looking intently at his glass for a moment before pinning Draco with a bright stare. "I think you'd be very good at hugs and kisses, Draco."

With that he slipped off his stool, winding his way through the crowd to wear Draco could finally spot Granger and Weasley, leaving Draco breathless.

#Harry may not be has drunk as he wants Draco to think he is #drarry #drarry microfic #my pheeby deeby #my writing

[crackishincorrecthp]

*Draco drunktexting Harry* Draco: You're the hottest and most amazing boyfriend I've ever had Harry: I'm your husband, tho Draco: Really?! Draco: Merlin, that's fucking awesome!

#harry potter incorrect quotes #incorrect harry potter quotes #incorrect hp quotes #harry potter #harry james potter #draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #incorrect drarry quotes #based on drunk texts you find on google #source: google

[rewritingcanon]

harry, ginny and draco at scorpius and albus’s wedding just full on wasted. draco being a weeping drunk, harry being a happy drunk, and ginny being an aggressive one.

draco is constantly seeking scorpius out to hold his face and cry about how his baby is grown up, as well as trapping albus in very emotional hugs and rants about how dear he is to him. he has mistaken harry for albus multiple times that night, so cue harry being wrapped up in draco’s very paternal embrace, spewing his heart out about how proud he is to call him his son, and harry sitting there like “:)))” just happy to be there

speaking of which, harry is having the literal time of his life. he keeps trying to get albus to eat as much cake as possible because its sugar and “it’ll make you happy, al” and “its the only time your mother won’t say anything about it.” he’s out on the dance floor literally all night with his auror stamina, but hes a terrible dancer and worse when drunk. hes like the wedding’s little jester and he keeps kissing everyone. on the cheek, on the forehead, on the hand, on the head, his wife, a lot. he keeps trying to yank a sobbing draco to dance with him too, just completely unaware of shit going on around him.

ginny is constantly shoving her way to the stage to say her third, fifth, ninth speech of the night which gets less and less coherent as the night goes on, but she says everything with as much conviction as before, probably even more so. she keeps aggressively pointing at scorpius and albus, babbling on about how they need to take care of each other but its full of so much expletives that scorpius is shitting himself thinking ginny is trying to threaten him, and albus is using all of his willpower to not burst out laughing because he knows his mother will woop his ass, wedding or not.

#these three are stuck with the worst hangovers of all time but theyll take it in stride #draco (futilely) vows off drinking bc he gets rlly embarrassed abt how he acts when hes drunk #meanwhile ginny chirply just says ‘lets do that again some time :D’ #harry potter #hp #cursed child #hpcc #harry potter and the cursed child #draco malfoy #albus severus potter #ginny weasley #scorpius malfoy #scorbus #rewriting

[blackcathjp]

draco: imprecise and (very) impatient in baking, precise and patient in potions

harry: (sorta) precise and (semi) patient in baking, (very) imprecise and (very) impatient in potions

drarry are opposites despite both activites being exact sciences. harry becomes so good at baking that eventually he just eyeballs + improvises the recipe, it makes draco so ⁉️⁉️ this is draco standing in the kitchen, mad as hell about not being able to bake, only to watch harry ponder a measuring cup, shrug, and dump a whole bag of flour into a bowl ⬇️

he's even MORE MAD when the cookies come out PERFECT. how? HOW?? after a few times (with draco stewing and glaring at harry's very chaotic method of baking), harry admits he created a spell that makes everything perfectly measured out. safe to say draco is FUMING and impressed for 2 days.

baking should come just as easy to draco but it doesn't click (initially). he always ends up with flour all over him. measurement cups and spoons are confusing, especially when recipes can be in cups or grams. he gets impatient while waiting for room temp butter so he mega overheats it with a charm, burning it. he substitutes tartar sauce for cream of tartar and it turns out horrible 😭

meanwhile, potions is harry's worst enemy. he's improved thanks to his more hands-on teacher (cough, draco wrapping his arms around harry to help him stir appropriately, but nothing they do is appropriate, cough). even so, he's damaged draco's potions lab 8 times so far because of his messy way of doing things.

he can brew decently if he 200% concentrates, but he's literally dating a potions master who can brew 300x better than him, critiques harry if he cuts at the wrong angle, and so outrageously attractive when he brews that it's distracting. it's pointless to even do potions, yet harry likes to make one for draco once in a while, just to give back and take care of him. even if he spends 2 weeks trying (and redoing) draco's skincare potions by secretly brewing at night, just to impress and surprise draco... he WILL do it!

#later draco ravishes harry cause this man created a spell just to bake #genius harry my love... #also a believer in 'harry is smart he just needs to put his mind to it (or an incentive)' #that drunk potions scene in azoth still gets me... the tension was STRONG #drarry #drarry headcanons #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry blurb #writing

[neighboursblindeyes]

"But," he said after a minute, "at this point, I suppose I deserve to burn. I wonder, if you'll burn too." His face was suddenly close to hers, she could feel the air from his words brushing against her skin. His lips crashed into hers.

EXCUSE MEEEE ??1?@?11,ED

#what the fuck uhhhh they aren't supposed to be in love ?? #he's drunk he's just drunk he's drunk... right ????? #ummmmmm...... #don't get me wrong #i love me some enemies to lovers dramione #but this ????? is ???? #dramione #draco #hermione #draco x hermione #manacled

[lunnettewrites]

“come home with me”

“So, what do you say Malfoy? Come home with me.” Hermione was doing her best to hold herself up. She wasn’t about to pass up her chance to get Malfoy somewhere private.

“And why should I go home with you?” He raised a brow.

She held up a finger, “well for one, you’re a prat. Y-you’re still a shu-stupidly handsome prrrrat.”

She held up a second finger, “second, you look rav-ravishing…th-those rrrobes.”

As she held up a third finger, she leaned towards him, almost toppling over if Draco hadn’t caught her. In a loud whisper she said, “w-wore this ddress ju-just for you.”

He looked her up and down, contemplating on what to say.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” She perked up, a large dopey smile forming on her face.

“Yes I’ll go home with you Granger-Malfoy.” Draco bit back a laugh as he escorted his heavily intoxicated wife to floo home.

- originally posted on twitter

#dramione #dramioneprompts #Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy #married hermione granger and draco malfoy #drunk hermione #twitter drabble

[miabrown007]

being an adult will make you do ridiculous things, like having a crush on the OSHA guy

#okay but what's sexier than someone who looks out for others safety even when drunk #nothing. literally nothing #office draco #miaing

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Drabble - “If that guy takes you home, I don’t wanna know.”

It’d been six months since their breakup.

And Draco was over Granger. Really. He’d managed weeks now without her haunting his dreams. He’d moved on.

Or, rather, he’d thought he’d moved on, until he spotted her across the crowded ballroom of the castle, donned in a floor length gown that shimmered each time she moved. Her hair fell in loose curls down her back, though she’d pinned pieces away from her face, so that nothing concealed the infectious smile she offered her colleagues as she spoke to them.

Fuck, she looked ethereal.

The slit in the fabric of her crimson gown rose dangerously up her thigh. So inviting. He yearned to touch her there, among other places he missed.

Apparently, he was not so much over her as he was still completely in love with her. 

He sighed. It was going to be a long night.

Aware he’d been staring too long, and not ready to exchange niceties with his ex - or to explain the staring - Draco started to look around for Zabini or any other of his idiot friends who might’ve been invited tonight.

The turnout was large - Draco guessed a couple hundred guests were in attendance, all sporting their best evening wear and attempting to schmooze each other out of thousands of Galleons to support their own self-righteous causes. 

Of course, the real reason for the night was to raise money for St. Mungo’s newest ward, which is why Draco had been forced to come, with a pocket full of coin to invest and thus continue his family’s pursuit to cleanse the Malfoy name. 

It was also the reason that Granger was here - as an accomplished Healer, she was the star of these soirees. Men and women alike fought to speak to her, to shake her hand, to thank her for her many achievements. 

Draco felt a sudden shove to his shoulder, as a tall man, lanky in build, rushed past him with two glasses of wine. 

“Sorry, mate!” he called over his shoulder. Draco grimaced, wiping the arm of his suit, as if the collision had somehow tainted it. He watched the man parry awkwardly through the crowd. 

Scowling after the mannerless man, Draco regarded him irately as he reached his destination and, had Draco been holding his own glass of wine, it would have been shattered to pieces at his feet. He watched as the lanky man offered his second glass to Granger, then brought his newly freed hand to her arm. She didn’t object to his touch and it pissed Draco off. 

Seething that Granger had moved on when he couldn't, and furious with his friends for being so annoyingly absent, Draco resigned to seeking his pre-relationship distractions - alcohol and women. He scanned the room and soon spied a blonde leaning across the bar, seemingly dateless and without a drink. A target almost too easy.

It took little time for Draco to charm the blonde but, so used to Granger’s intellectually stimulating conversation, this woman’s droning about tonight’s choice of nail varnish had him tuning her out after less than five minutes. Despite his anger, Draco’s mind wandered back to Granger and her crimson dress and the horrible idea that someone else may be the one to take it off of her tonight...

“One glass of Chardonnay please,” came a voice next to Draco, a voice he would’ve recognize among a crowd of a thousand.

It was too late to run, too late for him to do anything other than say -

"Granger.” 

Her head turned to look at him, tossing her thick curls over her shoulder. When she recognized him, her face fell into a comfortable smile, but it was fleeting. She had clearly registered his use of her surname and decided to return the same cold greeting.

“Malfoy,” she said, but even her coldest attempt at greeting him felt warm. Familiar. Comfortable.

Draco knew the polite thing to do would be to play nice, ask her how she’s been and act as if he didn’t want to curse her date into oblivion. 

But all that came out was, “Where’s your date?” It sounded as bitter as he felt.

Granger took her drink from the bartender. “Oh, Marcus? I’m sure he’s around somewhere.. we all get pulled away at these functions - I probably won’t see him again until we leave,” she said before taking a sip of her wine.

Until we leave. Granger and her date were leaving together tonight. The confirmation of it made Draco want to punch a hole through the bar top, at the same time he wanted to stride out the room and forget the entire evening ever happened. 

“Is this your date?” Granger said, gesturing toward the forgotten blonde beside him.

“No. I don’t know her,” he replied stonily. The blonde, whose name he’d already forgotten, huffed, grabbed her glass and stomped away. 

“Hermione!” called someone from across the room. They both turned to see Marcus waving both hands - like a lunatic, in Draco’s opinion.

Hermione returned a modest wave back.

“I’ve got to go but,” she paused, searching his face for the answer to some unknown question, “I’ll come say goodbye before leaving.”

He pictured her, accompanied by another man, coming to offer him a pitiful goodbye before leaving together. The thought made him see red.

“Listen - don’t bother,” he attempted to stable his breathing before he continued, pointing to the lanky man, “Because if that guy is taking you home” - he let out a deep breath, raking his hand through his hair, gel be damned - “I don’t want to know.”

Granger set her drink back down on the bar, her mouth slack with surprise. She quickly gathered herself, her brow furrowed, and said, “You and I are not together anymore, Malfoy. Whomever takes me home is no longer any of your business!” And with a pout on her beautiful lips, she stomped away, towards her caller.

An image of that pout between his lips, his teeth, flashed through his mind and he was done for. He had to have her. Tonight.

Draco tore after her - to hell with his dignity - and caught up to her easily. He grabbed her arm and coaxed her through a doorway to their left. He didn’t bother closing the doors, the roar of the party so near that he could’ve singled out the exact words of someone’s conversation if he were so inclined.

But, at this moment, he was interested in nothing but Granger and that precarious slit in her dress. He wondered if one rip would be enough to send the entirety falling to the floor.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

One look at Granger’s face told him that she was not as eager to take his clothes off as he was hers. Her face still scowled, her arms crossed over her chest, she would take some convincing. Feigning genuine interest, he began his plan to win her back.

“Tell me more about this... Marcus fellow. Let me help you make sure he’s... worth your time.” Still holding onto her arm, he walked them further into the room, so that the shadow hid them from the lights of the gala. 

“There’s not much to tell. We... we met through mutual friends a few months ago. He’s smart and funny, sometimes.” Draco drank in every word - though Granger spoke fondly of this man, he could find no emotion behind her words. No attraction, no desire. 

This is where Draco would win - where he could show her what she’d be missing if she were to leave with Marcus.

“Tell me, Granger..” he mused, trailing a finger across the exposed skin of her arm, watching bumps form in the wake of his touch. “Do you like his touch more than mine?” Her breathing quickened at his question, at his caress. He grinned triumphantly, relieved to know that his touch still effected her this way. 

Sure that she wouldn’t refuse him, Draco decided to push his luck further.

He wrapped one arm lazily around her waist, as if to dance with her, and walked them a short distance, until her back touched the stone wall. She shivered slightly as she felt the cold touch her bare skin.

He was glad she’d decided to pin her hair back tonight. It made it so easy to bring his lips to her ear and continue his questioning.

His next question came out in a whisper.

“Does he know how many kisses on your neck it takes to turn you on?” As if to remind her of the feeling, he licked his lips and kissed the tender skin below her ear. “I remember it being about six, don’t you agree?” She nodded, still not daring to speak. He placed 5 more kisses in various spots on her neck, slowly, letting her savor the feeling.

“Do you think, if you sleep with him, he will make sure you don’t leave that bed until you cum?” She moaned softly this time, a sound so seductive a lesser man would’ve taken her right then and there. Fearful that someone heard her, she looked over towards the open doors,  so close to being caught by any partygoer. 

“What?” Draco asked, using his free hand to bring her face back to his. Her eyes were alive with a passion he hadn’t seen in too long. “Are you afraid your date can see you in here with me? Enjoying the way I touch you?” She was putty in his hands, moldable, soft, ready to be anything he wanted. Six months apart, but the muscle memory made her body react to every touch.

He kept going, pushing her further, feeling his victory was close. Growing more daring, he finally touched that forbidden slit in her dress that he’d spent the night thinking about, and beyond, until his fingers met the waistband of her knickers. He realized how - flexible - Granger could be in this gown and he snaked a hand behind her thigh, hiking her leg so that it wrapped around him. The move made her deliciously open to him and he was sure she could feel how badly he wanted her.

Draco posed one final question.

“What do you want me to do to you right now?”

She eyed the door once more, then his lips. Finally, her eyes met his as she said, “Kiss me, Draco.”

And so he did. In a blur of passion and lust, he kissed her like he could make up for the months without her lips, her touch, fuck, her skin was so soft.

“I missed this,” she sighed against his lips, pushing her hands into his chest, fumbling to open the buttons of his dress shirt. 

“Good,” he growled, using his hips to tell her how much he missed this, too. 

“Now go and tell your date that you’ll be leaving here with me tonight.”

#how would you define this Draco? #toxic draco #manipulative draco #? #idk #a little bit of pining Draco though #whom I love #almost as much as I love drunk draco #so many dracos #so little patience to write them all #dramione #Draco x hermione #draco #hermione #hp #harry potter #drabbles #dramione drabble #dramione drabbles #dhr #dhr drabbles #hermione x draco

[theslytherinskin]

Unlikely Reverie

The moon cast a silvery glow over the Hogwarts grounds, painting the castle walls with an ethereal light. Hermione Granger found herself wandering through the quiet corridors, lost in thought. She often sought solace in the hallowed halls of the school she had once called home, a place that held memories both bitter and sweet.

As she turned a corner, her heart skipped a beat. There, leaning casually against the wall, was Draco Malfoy. His pale hair glinted under the moonlight, and his gray eyes held a mixture of amusement and something else she couldn't quite decipher.

"Well, Granger," he drawled, pushing himself off the wall, "to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?"

Hermione squared her shoulders, unwilling to let his presence rattle her. "I could ask you the same question, Malfoy. Shouldn't you be off somewhere, perfecting your sneer and practicing your pureblood superiority?"

Draco's lips curled into a smirk. "Ah, but where's the fun in that when I can have a far more intriguing conversation with you?"

Hermione scoffed, crossing her arms. "I highly doubt we have anything to discuss that would be remotely interesting."

"Are you so sure?" Draco stepped closer, his gaze never leaving hers. "We've both changed since the war, Granger. People can surprise you."

Hermione raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued despite herself. "Changed, you say? And how exactly have you changed, Malfoy?"

He shrugged, a hint of something vulnerable flickering in his eyes. "I've come to realize that the ideals I once held were misguided. Loyalty to a dark wizard isn't worth the pain it caused."

She studied him for a moment, sensing a sincerity that she hadn't expected. "And what about your loyalty to your family?"

Draco's shoulders tensed, and he looked away briefly before meeting her gaze again. "I'm trying to forge my own path, away from the shadows they cast."

Hermione's heart softened slightly, though she fought to keep her emotions in check. "Change isn't easy, Malfoy. But it's good that you're trying."

He offered her a wry smile. "And what about you, Granger? Still the brightest witch of your age, buried under a mountain of books?"

Hermione felt a blush rise to her cheeks, but she held her chin high. "Knowledge is power, Malfoy. Something you might want to consider if you're truly trying to change."

Draco chuckled, the sound sending a pleasant shiver down her spine. "Perhaps you could teach me, then. Tutor me in the ways of wisdom."

Her lips twitched into a smile, surprising even herself. "I doubt you could keep up, but I'm always up for a challenge."

As the moon continued its journey across the night sky, Hermione and Draco found themselves engaged in a conversation that was equal parts banter and unexpected connection. The echoes of their shared past remained, but in that fleeting moment, they were just two individuals, seeking understanding amidst the ruins of their old world.

And as they talked, the walls that had divided them for so long seemed to crumble, leaving room for something new, something that neither of them had anticipated – the possibility of an unlikely friendship, and perhaps, even more.

#hp fandom #drunk draco #hermione granger #draco x hermione #dramione #harry potter #draco malfoy #mauraders #redemption #post-war

[stazvlt]

Quick doodle because i thought about how f up harry when he realized he almost cancelled draco's life subscription </3

#drarry fanart #digital art #draco x harry #harry potter #draco malfoy #it's 3 am and im drunk working on my grad project #so i made this instead

[paperfromtoilet]

Brand new drarry fanfic just dropped! If you want to see Lucius Malfoy humiliating himself, this is a good fit for you 🥴

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[crackishincorrecthp]

*Draco drunktexting Harry* Draco: HARRYYYY I'VE LOST MY PHONE! Harry: Dray, love... Draco: I swear I had it a second ago and now I can't fucking find this shit Harry: What are you doing right now? Draco: I'm texting you, but how is that relevant for me to find my phone? Harry: ...I'm dating an idiot Draco: Hey!! This is serious! Harry: Babe, how are we texting if you don't have your phone? Draco: ...I hate you Harry: I love you too

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All Manners of Falling

For dear Anon’s prompt, here’s 1k. CW for alcohol (lots of). 

“Come here, you big, silly—“ the rest of Draco’s words were swallowed as Harry stumbled back towards him, resting his head on Draco’s shoulder. He was so warm, far warmer than a human person should be. His breath was oddly sweet for the amount of whisky he downed, not to mention the rum, the tequila—gods, he’s going to have the nastiest hangover tomorrow. Maybe Draco should stay the night, make sure he doesn’t choke to death or something. Merlin knows he’s had to do it before.

And that he sometimes stayed even when he didn’t strictly have to.

“Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He hated how gentle his voice got; no control, as though he were the one drunk, not the slobbering mess currently parked on his arm. “Don’t make this more… let’s just. Hold on to me.”

Green eyes met his, bafflingly clear even as Harry’s fingers trembled around his waist. “I—” he tried, but didn’t get much further. Draco blew some hair off his face with exasperation, which, far as he was concerned, shouldn’t feel fond. Damn it.

“It’s all right, just, here, like this.” He spread Harry’s fingers, which tightened instinctively around him. Then wrapped his own arms around the oddly-shaky man, closed his eyes, and simply thought, home.

Unfortunately it was Grimmauld—Draco could probably do without getting so insanely attached, but, well. He needed to make sure Harry was safe and happy, and this was where he could do it best. The fact that he spent more time in here than in his moldy flat was… neither here nor there.

Just like Harry, who didn’t seem like he did in the pub, but didn’t seem here, either. He was drunk weirdly tonight, all breathless and giddy, still trembling.

“Are you all right?” Draco asked, eyebrow quirking. “Did they give you something off? Where does it hurt?”

“What?” Harry shook his head frantically. Why was he blushing so much? Maybe he had a fever? “No, I’m okay,” he swatted Draco’s hand away when he went to check his forehead.

“You’re being weird. Let me.”

“It’s… I’m fine. You should go home.”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “I really don’t think you’re fine. Something’s clearly up.” All the answer he got was a shrug. “Let’s get you to bed first,” Draco sighed, an arm out to steady as they started up the stairs.

“I want…”

“D’you need the loo? I can help—”

“What! No!”

Draco stopped still, meaning Harry did too. They were maybe halfway up. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing.”

He glared, so hard Harry began squirming. “No, something’s definitely… I’ve helped you do that before. This isn’t the first time I took you home sozzled.”

“God,” Harry raised one shaky hand to cover his eyes. “That’s not… I’m sorry.”

“What for? Why are you being—”

“Just, I didn’t mean to… I don’t want you to have to. Take care of me. Like that.”

Now Draco was really startled. Harry wasn’t of the confessing, chattery sort. “I don’t mind. I like taking care of you. I like when… why are we doing this right now? You won’t remember anything in the morning, anyway. And I’ll just… let’s get you to bed and get this over with.”

It will only hurt worse, tomorrow. Getting to be like this with Harry was wonderful, only, it never lasted longer than the night; because Draco was a coward, yes, whatever. He’s made his peace with it. He wasn’t going to tear himself apart, again, for—

“You do this a lot,” Harry murmured, more to himself, but Draco heard. He blinked in surprise.

“Do what?”

“This. With me. When I need someone to.”

“I have no idea what—you’re being far too…” but his eyes were so clear. So weirdly—“Wait, are you sober?”

The sorry look told him everything. “Not entirely on purpose!”

“What! But why? You were wobbling and everything, I thought… why were you—what—”

“Hey,” Harry caught on to the panic in his voice, and now his hands came back to grab Draco, who was suddenly very dizzy. “Hey. Listen to me.”

“Do you, do you still suspect me of, did you not believe me when, I thought, I thought we were friends, I thought—”

“Draco. We are friends, best friends.”

He took a million and three deep breaths, and still the world was spinning. “So why—”

“Last week, do you remember, you brought me home? I was pretty half-cut.”

“You always are, on pub nights,” Draco whispered in distracted horror.

“Exactly. Only, that time, I think I remember… you saying things to me. Talking. When I was asleep.”

Oh no. “Oh… oh no.”

“It wasn’t anything bad.”

“Oh no.”

Harry’s searching eyes found his. “Do you remember what you told me?”

“Erm. A bit.”

“I just wanted to… I needed to see if you’ll be—again. But it was wrong, I shouldn’t have lied, I should have… I’m not as brave anymore, y’know. I’m so sorry, really. I didn’t mean to be dishonest. I just needed to know, because, well, because I think I love—"

Draco’s startled “You what?” had to wait, since he was too busy falling, literally, down the stairs. Harry dashed after him, so he only got about three steps down.

“Draco!”

“You’re really not drunk?” was the first thing he thought to ask, all secured in Harry’s arms. “Is—are you serious?”

“God, yes,” the silly man answered with a soft, relieved laugh. “I’m painfully sober right now. And I love you. I love you so much I…”

“Shut up. Let me cast a sobering spell, or something, I need to, I have to make sure—”

“Whatever you want,” Harry smiled, dreadfully gentle. “Cast whatever you want. Then maybe you could stay the night? To talk, I mean. I think we have a lot to talk about.”

“Stay? With you? All night?” 

“Yes.”

Well... not like he hasn’t done that before.  

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