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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year

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Coffee Date

"Sorry I'm late," Harry said, pressing a presumptuous kiss to Draco's cheek and bringing his chaos, and his busy-ness, and his charm bursting in with him.

"You're two minutes early," Draco replied, tipping up his chin a bit to hide how embarrassed and off-kilter the other man always made him feel.

Harry grinned at him, bright and open, dimples utterly devastating. "But I'm still here at least ten minutes after you, going by the state of your coffee." He reached over and tucked a strand of Draco's hair behind his ear, "Can I get you another while I get mine?" he offered.

"Decaf," Draco said, "please. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t,” he replied with a wink, boyish and charming, and Draco wasn’t sure how he was meant to control the pitter-pattering of his foolish heart.

He watched as Harry chatted with the barista, making her laugh while she poured Draco’s coffee and made a sugary drink for Harry that hardly deserved the title of coffee. She handed him two chocolate croissants and he thanked her before levitating everything back over.

“Hi,” he said when he sat down and handed Draco his coffee and a croissant. “How are you?”

“I’m well, thank you,” he replied politely. “You?”

He quirked an amused eyebrow at him, “I’d be better if I hadn’t woken up alone in my bed.”

His cheeks heated and he could feel his face and neck staining a horrible , blotchy red from his blush. He tried to hide it by picking up his coffee to take a sip but feared it didn’t really do the job when Harry grinned even more widely at him.

“I’d planned to make you blueberry pancakes,” he added. “And mimosas, if you’d been so inclined.”

“Well, I didn’t want to overstay my welcome,” he said, a little sharper than he’d intended but Harry had always been annoyingly good at getting under Draco’s skin.

The other man set down his drink and reached across the table, covering Draco’s hand with his own. His face turned very serious, green eyes searching Draco’s. “I cannot stress this enough,” he said, “there is no possible way for you to overstay your welcome.”

He huffed and started to roll his eyes but Harry jumped in.

“I’m serious, Draco. I don’t have casual sex,” he said bluntly. “I’m demisexual, so by the time I want to have sex with someone, it’s basically a declaration of love.”

“You love me?” he asked incredulously.

“I literally told you that last night!”

He gaped at Harry, mouth opening and closing uselessly. “But things people say during sex don’t count!” he protested.

“Fine,” Harry huffed. “I’m fucking in love with you and if you don’t want your gasped ‘me too’ to count, that’s fine,” he said. “I can-”

“No!” he said, reaching for Harry’s hand as it retreated across the table. “I meant it,” he said, “Harry, of course I meant it.”

“Then why would you assume I didn’t?”

Shrugging, he looked down at where their hands were joined, “because you’re Harry Potter. You’re amazing, and kind, and funny, and charming, and anyone would fall in love with you. Everyone wants you-”

“I only want you,” he interrupted, brushing his thumb over Draco’s knuckles.

“Oh,” he breathed, searching his face for any trace of deception and finding none.

“Yes, oh,” he laughed softly.

He cleared his throat, “can we try this morning again?”

His smile returned, brighter than the sun, “I thought maybe you’d like to go to a movie with me,” he said. “Then maybe a stroll in the park, an early dinner, and then a night in?” he offered. “Then I’d be happy to try the morning all over again.” He squeezed Draco’s hand.

He smiled back, “that sounds good to me,” he whispered.

Harry brought Draco’s hand to his mouth and kissed his knuckles, “me too.”

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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt “coffee date”

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #hdcandyheartsfest #slight misunderstandings #love confessions #demisexual Harry my beloved #Draco has a crush

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steampunkserpent27 · 1 year

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No More Ice Cream

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Nap rated: G CW: Veela Draco

Harry had just finished cooking dinner, when he stepped into the living room to tell Draco, only to find him sprawled out over the couch. He had one arm buried beneath his side, while the other was draped over his face, shielding his eyes from view. His wings were bent at an awkward angle, as they tried to avoid being crushed beneath him or against the cushions of the couch. He looked rather uncomfortable, as one leg was curled up against him, allowing the other to hang over the edge of the couch, his talons twitching, as he slept. Draco always took naps at the most inopportune of times. Still, he didn’t have the heart to wake him, as Draco was starting to snore, and he only snored when he was in a very deep sleep. Although, he was very sure Draco was going to be sore when he finally woke up, as he didn’t think his wings were meant to be in that position for very long. He would have moved them, but he didn’t think he could do so without waking him. There was a blanket lying in a crumpled heap beside the couch, which he assumed Draco had kicked off of himself. He picked it up and draped it over Draco, tucking it around his sides carefully. Draco inhaled sharply, before he mumbled, “No more ice cream.” He couldn’t help but smile, as he pressed a kiss against Draco’s forehead and then left him to sleep.

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chamomileteafuel · 1 year

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for @hdcandyheartsfest - day two. sweet treats >>> i really wanted to draw the boys drinking bubble tea so it was a sign i had to participate. playing around with styles, this is definitely sailor moon aesthetic inspired <<<

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #hdcandyheartsfest #drarry #drarry art #my art #cam draws #sweet treats #fan art #drarry fluff #harry x draco #draco x harry #pastel boys #bubble tea

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hdcandyheartsfest · 1 year

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H/D Candy Hearts Fest 2023: Prompt List!

Welcome to the second year of the H/D Candy Hearts Fest! For every day in February, we will provide a prompt meant to inspire lighthearted works with Drarry as the main pairing. This is a lowkey fest, so feel free to use however many prompts in whichever order you want! Just post your work on Tumblr (tag us so we can share) or the AO3 collection between February 1st and February 28th! For more info on how to participate and post to the collection, check out our Info & FAQ 💕

Any questions? Ask your mod team: @softlystarstruck, @lou-isfake & @m0srael 💌

Prompt list in plain text is under the cut!

1. second date

2. sweet treats

3. handmade

4. bouquet

5. charm me

6. bakery

7. mementos

8. amortentia

9. “love”

10. pink

11. come over

12. pillow

13. i miss you

14. valentine’s card

15. yearning

16. love language

17. happy tears

18. nap

19. surprise

20. coffee date

21. hug

22. strawberries

23. home

24. snail mail

25. soft

26. meet cute

27. “beautiful”

28. honeymoon

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #hdcandyheartsfest #2023 prompts #prompt list #drarry fest #drarry #hpdm #drarry fluff #drarry fic #drarry art #2023 fest info

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getawayfox · 1 year

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For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt “Home” 🤍

#hdcandyheartsfest2023 #drarry art #drarry #drarry fluff #fox does candy hearts

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phoebe-delia · 1 year

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Say It Anyway

For @hdcandyheartsfest prompt: valentine’s card.

“So?” Harry looks at him underneath dark eyelashes. Draco wants to trace the flush of his cheeks with his lips. “Will you?”

“Harry,” Draco says with a soft laugh. He sets the pink card on the table in favor of taking Harry into his arms. “You don’t have to ask every year, you know. I’ll always be your valentine.”

“I know,” Harry replies, pressing a kiss to Draco’s lips. “But I like hearing you say yes anyway.”

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drarryspecificrecs · 1 year

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HP/DRARRY Fic Fests 2023

★ Sources : potterfests, @hpfests & @lee-bella || as of 2024.02

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Knot Another Writing Fest 2023 @hpknotfest : AO3

FEB

H/D Candy Hearts Fest 2023 @hdcandyheartsfest : AO3

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Valentine’s Day Fic Exchange : AO3

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#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry fic fest #masterlist #2023

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andithiel · 1 year

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The secret language of flowers

Another contribution to the @hdcandyheartsfest for the prompt "bouquet". I was heavily inspired by the classic tumblr "fuck you" bouquet, and it's companion mentioned in the notes, the "fuck me" bouquet. As always, a massive thank you my lovely friend @crazybutgood for the beta and flailing and for making me blush 🥰

Drarry | 2,3k (!) | Teen and up for mentions of naughty things happening

“Draco, dear, stop fidgeting.”

Draco looked up at Pansy sitting across the table from him, a heap of textbooks between them.

“I’m not fidgeting.”

“Okay. Could you then please stop this masturbation replacement and focus on our exam revision?”

He glared at her smirking face and stopped bouncing his leg up and down.

“Thank you.” Pansy smiled sweetly. “Now, could you please pass me the anatomy books?”

He handed them over with a sigh, when there was a tap on his kitchen window. A small brown owl with a flowery scarf tied around its neck sat waiting on the window sill. Draco bolted from his seat to let it in. It stuck out its leg towards him, revealing a scroll of parchment. Draco took it gently and let the bird perch on his owl stand while procuring an owl treat from his cabinet. He rolled out the parchment, chuckling in delight. “Oh dear, they really outdid themselves, this is perfect!”

“What is it?” Pansy got up from her chair and peeked over his shoulder. “A picture of a bouquet?”

He grinned. “It’s a drawn preview for a bouquet I ordered. Let me just approve it real quick and send it back with this owl. I want it delivered as soon as possible.”

He signed the form, dropped the correct amount of money into the owl’s pouch, and sent it on its way.

“Who’s the special one?” Pansy asked. “You haven’t told me you’re seeing anyone.”

“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone, it’s a bouquet of spite.” He turned to her, startling a bit at her demeanour with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning on one hip, eyes flashing. Pansy could be really fucking scary, and in any other situation, he’d be terrified now. But this time, he hadn’t done anything wrong, and she’d probably even enjoy his plan.

“A bouquet of spite?” She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Let me guess: it’s for Potter.”

“How did you—?”

“Oh, please, as if half the class haven’t seen you eye-fucking each other since we started healer training. It was only a matter of time before you made it official.”

“We’re not— I’m not—” Draco spluttered. “This is a bouquet of spite!” He waved the parchment at her, then forced himself to calm down. Being upset would only undermine his point, even if his indignation came from being horribly misinterpreted. “Look,” he said, more calmly now. “Look at this and tell me it’s not the greatest way to send Potter the Sanctimonius Prick a heartfelt ‘fuck you’.”

He held up the drawing of the bouquet he’d ordered the day before, thrusting it towards Pansy, but she maintained her usual resting bitch face (although Draco knew perfectly well that the bitch was never resting).

“All I see is a collection of pretty flowers. Very striking, if I may say so.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t you see the symbolism?”

“What symbolism?”

“The symbolism of the flowers!” he said, suddenly feeling unsure. Was she playing stupid or was she really not familiar with the Victorian flower language? “Here, we’ve got geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity—”

“Have you met Potter? He’s the most sincere person in the world.”

“Yes, thank you, Pansy, I’ve noticed that. That’s the point,” Draco sighed. “Anyway, I also picked meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations to say ‘you have disappointed me’, and finally orange lilies for hatred. Ergo: ‘fuck you’ in flowers.”

“Which secret language is this?”

“Pansy, my dear, the Victorian flower language is common knowledge, surely you know all of this already?��

Pansy was silent for long seconds, chewing the inside of her cheek, still with her arms crossed. She reminded him of a cobra waiting to strike. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“What?”

She shrugged. “Seems like an inordinate amount of money and time to spend just to tell someone you loathe them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, sitting down again with his school books. “Let’s continue revising, shall we?”

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The rest of the day, Draco was in jitters. He couldn’t wait to see how Potter would react to the flowers. Would he be furious? Would he cry? Or worse, would he not care?

He got his answer later in the evening. He’d waved Pansy off and snuggled up on his sofa to read his favourite medical romance novel, when there was an urgent knock on the door. He groaned in frustration and considered disobeying his upbringing by simply pretending he wasn’t at home, but when there was another, even more persistent knock, he reluctantly left his cosy fortress and went to answer it. To his surprise, Potter was standing outside.

“Oh, Draco,” he said breathlessly, as if he was taken by surprise to see Draco and hadn’t just come over to accost him.

“Potter? What are you doing here?”

Draco realised that Potter had probably come to fight him because of the flowers, and Draco had foolishly left his wand on the coffee table.

“I, er… I came to thank you for the flowers, I…” Potter chuckled, looking down at his feet and then up at Draco with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eyes that Draco’d never seen before. Except when they were fighting. “Can I come in?” he said, and Draco wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if Potter’s voice always sounded this… husky.

He was so flabbergasted by the request that it didn’t even occur to him to deny it, so he merely opened the door further and let Potter step inside. He closed it, and then Potter was so damn close, so much so that Draco could smell his aftershave and the hint of sweat underneath; it made his head spin.

“I have to admit I— I’ve thought about it, I mean, thought about us, but… I think I’ve been afraid to really think about it because I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same,” Potter said, his lips so close to Draco’s ear that his breath tickled Draco’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“Sorry?” Draco squeaked.

“The flowers,” Potter said, drawing back to look Draco in the eyes (and Merlin, this close, Potter’s eyes were mesmerising, with subtle golden hues in them that only emphasised the green). “I have to say that I was a bit angry at first, because I know the foxglove is poisonous. But then I looked into the meaning of it, and…” He chuckled again, biting his bottom lip.

Draco’s head was spinning. It was like he’d been thrown into an alternate dimension, and he was too shocked by Potter’s behaviour to know what to say.

“I thought that, as much as we fight with each other, you wouldn’t send me poisonous flowers just to be a dick, so I think ultimately, it was the foxglove that made me realise you were sending me a message. Which shouldn’t surprise me, you’ve always been full of layers and mystery, haven’t you? So, why not send me a message about your affection and fear of telling me outright?”

“Sorry?” Draco said again. Why were words failing him now, of all times?

Potter rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face made it look… fond. “Come on, Draco, I know you probably think I’m clueless when it comes to these things, but even if I don’t know the meaning of flowers by heart, I know how to look stuff up.”

Draco didn’t answer, he just stood frozen, gaping like a fish.

“I’ll admit I was surprised about the meadowsweet for courtship and matrimony, because it felt like maybe getting ahead of things, but—” he stepped closer again, his hands coming to cradle Draco’s waist “—the more I thought about it, the more it made sense, and… I wouldn’t want to rule it out.”

Potter was so close now that his breath ghosted over Draco’s face, and Draco’s eyelids fluttered closed.

“Geranium for happiness,” Potter said, kissing the angle of Draco’s jaw, “foxglove and orange lilies for pride,” his lips glided along Draco’s jaw. “I shouldn’t be surprised you chose two flowers to symbolise your pride,” he chuckled, and Draco swallowed thickly, his breath quickening, heart beating wildly in his chest. “And the yellow chrysanthemums for joy and celebration were a nice way to sign the message off.” Potter’s lips had reached Draco’s chin, now.

“They weren’t—” Draco sighed.

“What?” Potter’s mouth was so close to his now that they were practically sharing the same air.

“Nothing,” Draco said, throwing all caution to the wind and tilting his head down to capture Potter’s lips with his.

Maybe this wasn’t the reaction he’d planned, but he was certainly not complaining about the outcome of his scheme. Especially not when Potter grabbed his arse to press himself closer, which led to Draco grabbing Potter’s hair to be able to angle his head just right, which lead to Potter eliciting the most delicious moan Draco had heard in his life, which led to Draco deciding then and there that he needed to send the florist an extra big tip.

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“So, it seems as if the flowers you sent really paid off.”

Normally, Draco would hate to admit to Pansy that she’d been right, but today, the day after having been snogged silly by the Prat who lived, he felt generous.

“Well, I guess one of us had to nudge the other one in the right direction.”

“I think you did more than just nudge Potter yesterday, if that love bite is anything to go by.”

Draco’s hand flew to the part of his neck where Potter had been most persistent in sucking yesterday, but was interrupted by a tapping on the window. When Draco looked up, it was an owl with the same neck bind as the one he’d received yesterday with the drawing of Potter’s bouquet, but this one was larger, and it was clutching a big brown package in its talons. Draco hastened to let it in and set the package down on the kitchen counter. He gave the owl a little bowl of water along with the owl treats—it looked a bit tired—and then proceeded to unwrap what looked like a packet of flowers.

“Oh, more flowers?” Pansy cooed. “A little thank you for your tryst yesterday?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco said, searching for a card. “And calling it a tryst makes it sound sordid, we didn’t even do anything under the belt.” Unless rutting counted, he thought, remembering with a thrill how Potter had shivered against him as he came.

Once all the paper was gone, he admired the bouquet Potter had selected for him. It was an odd mix of colours and shapes of flowers, not as aesthetically pleasing as the one he’d sent, but one couldn’t put too much faith in Potter’s choice in beauty.

“Is that a message as well?” Pansy looked at the bouquet with a frown, as if she was personally offended by the messiness of the ensemble.

Draco snorted. “Highly unlikely, since he completely missed my message yesterday.” But out of habit, he started going through the different meanings of the flowers anyway, just to show Pansy how wrong she was. “I mean, look: this one is for “anticipation”, and this, “elope with me. Sure, he told me yesterday that he wouldn’t want to rule out—” He cut himself off, because that particular information was something he hadn’t shared with Pansy yet, because he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing. “And this is for ‘Victory in battle’, which, okay I’ll admit that that could be a message considering how much we fight about things, but—”

He cut himself off again, because the meaning of the red poppies could not be mistaken for anything else. Pleasure. He studied the bouquet again, heat rising in his face as understanding dawned on him. “Fucking hell,” he murmured, feeling Pansy’s eyes on him.

He fumbled for the card, which read “Hope you like them as much as I liked mine yesterday, XX Harry.”

“That fucking—” Draco crumpled the card in his hand and turned on his heel to go to his living room, where his Floo was.

“What?” Pansy said, bewildered. “What does it say?”

“It says I’ve been had,” Draco said, throwing a too big pinch of Floo powder into his hearth and spinning off to Potter’s flat.

When he stepped out, dusting himself off, Potter was leaning against the back of an armchair, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face.

“Did you like the flowers?”

Draco drew himself up to his fullest height, trying as best he could to stare Potter down.

“You—”

Like yesterday, he was annoyingly at a loss for words, but this time, it was out of anger.

Potter tilted his head, eyes glittering, as if he was an innocent puppy waiting for a treat. “I, what?”

“You know of the Victorian flower language.”

Potter’s smile widened, but still with that sweetness to it. “Of course I do, it’s common knowledge.”

“So, you really sent me a bouquet telling me ‘I anticipate you to elope with me and conquer me in pleasure with much energy’?” Draco said, not sure if he should be offended or impressed.

“I was thinking more like ‘I’m anticipating you and me getting out of here so you can tackle me and enthusiastically fuck me cross-eyed,’ but, yeah, I guess your interpretation work as well.”

Draco choked on his own saliva. “So you— Yesterday— You knew— You understood what—”

“That you wanted to tell me ‘fuck you’? Yeah, I did.”

“But—”

Potter scoffed, pushing off the armchair and prowling closer. “Oh, come on, Draco. No one puts that amount of money and effort into sending an elaborate message like that to someone they loathe. Not even you.”

Draco crossed his arms as Potter stepped into his personal space and tilted his head up towards him. “Well, well, Potter. It seems like you have some Slytherin in you, after all.”

“Mmm. Though I have to say, I don’t think I have nearly enough Slytherin in me,” Potter whispered into his ear. “Care to help me change that?”

Draco nodded mutely as his cock gave a twitch.

“Good,” Potter purred. “And just so you know, you’ll call me Harry from now on.”

Following Harry into his bedroom, Draco swallowed any objection he had. “With pleasure.”

#drarry #hd candy hearts fest #prompt: bouquet #victorian flower language #harry potter draco malfoy #hpdm #harry is a little shit #but tbh so is draco #they deserve each other #i imagine at first the rest of their class will be like FINALLY!#until they get bored of the constant arguments #when they realise it's drarry's form of foreplay #andi’s candy hearts #andithielwrites

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legen-wait-for-it-drarry · 1 year

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second date

February 1st prompt for @hdcandyheartsfest: second date

(for my lovely, oblivious wife, who, at the end of our first date, still didn’t know whether I liked her or not. even after I kissed her.)

- : -

Decades of friendship be damned, he was going to murder Hermione for this.

“You need to get back out there, Harry,” she’d said, matter-of-factly, and then, before Harry could respond, she had conjured up charts - from behind the couch, not magically - and she was using her ‘called-on-in-class’ voice. Only this time the subject was his love life.

Still, the nostalgia had hit him the same way it did when he’d occasionally go back to Hogwarts to watch Quidditch matches, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. And maybe that’d had something to do with him saying yes to her absolutely bonkers idea of setting him up on a blind date.

“I need you to trust me,” Hermione had said so earnestly that it had worried him a little. It’s not that he’s shallow, per se, but that’s not exactly a phrase someone offers before setting you up with a supermodel. But he didn’t think Hermione was going to set him up with an actual troll or anything, so he agreed. Still, he continued to worry.

“I need you to trust me” rang in his head as he showered and then stood in front of his mirror, trying to do something to make his hair manageable.

“I need you to trust me” echoed around his brain as he got dressed, looked in the mirror, reconsidered, and changed. Twice.

“I need you to trust me” danced around in his mind, the words doing all sorts of fancy ballet moves, as he paced around his flat, back and forth for ten minutes, watching the clock the whole time, before giving up and Apparating out to the bar twenty minutes early.

His date still has ten minutes to arrive before Harry can even think about adding ‘being stood up’ to his list of concerns about this date, though that idea still makes his stomach clench unpleasantly. He takes a big gulp of water and tries to calm down and stop thinking about murdering one of his oldest friends. But really, he can’t believe he’d agreed to this nonsense.

“I should’ve known it’d be you,” a voice says, sounding only slightly exasperated. Harry swivels around on his chair, spilling ice water down his front, and watches in stunned silence as Draco Malfoy walks up to his table and sits in the unoccupied chair. “It’s nice that after all these years, Granger is just as predictable as ever.”

“It somehow never occurred to me that it would be you,” he manages to say, honesty spilling from his lips before he can consider if it’s too rude to say. Draco doesn’t look offended, however; he looks perfectly unaffected as he reaches out to the pitcher of ice water and pours himself a glass.

“No? Then I’m afraid you may not know your best friend as well as you think you do,” he says, and Harry bristles a little and opens his mouth to argue. The insufferable bastard across from him arches an eyebrow and Harry pauses. Considers his current predicament.

Hermione’s been working with Malfoy – well, slightly Malfoy-adjacent - for about six years now, but he’s never really come up in all of her stories about her coworkers at St Mungos. They work in different departments, after all, and Hermione’s constantly so busy that it never occurred to him that she has a life outside of, well… the things he already knows about. When on earth does she have time for it all?

“You know what,” Harry says finally, “maybe you’re right.” And then he flags down a passing server for drinks, says “keep them coming, thanks,” and settles in for what is sure to be, at the very least, an interesting evening.

- : -

“So, you didn’t tell her?” Draco is saying a while later, and he’s doing that obnoxious sexy smirking thing that he does and – nope. Harry shakes off that thought. Then pauses. He’s on a date with the man, shouldn’t finding him attractive be a good thing?

The waiter brings his 3rd drink. Offers Draco another.

“I’m good with water, thanks,” Draco says. Then, to Harry, he says, “Should I be offended that you have to be inebriated to tolerate my presence?” Harry pulls a face at him.

“I’m not inebriated,” he says, rolling his eyes.

“Not for lack of trying.”

“Worried about taking advantage, Malfoy?”

“Hardly,” Malfoy says. “I don’t put out until the third date, anyway. Why didn’t you tell Hermione?” he asks, abruptly changing the subject before Harry’s mind can dwell very long on the rest of his sentence.

“What?” he says instead, and the look Draco gives him makes him feel like he’s not making a good case for his sobriety.

“You’re so astounded that Hermione didn’t tell you about our passing acquaintanceship, but you never told her about…” he pauses for a second, “our history?”

“It didn’t matter,” Harry says dismissively, then cringes. “I mean –”

“No, no, by all means, don’t stop being honest now,” Draco says, putting up a hand to wave off any potential backtracking.

“My dating life doesn’t matter,” Harry pushes on anyway. “I don’t really tell her about every date I go on. I tend to keep her out of my love life ever since Ginny. They’re friends, I don’t want to make it weird.” And, oh gods, why is he telling Malfoy all of this anyway? It’s none of his business either.

“It’s probably why she feels the incessant urge to set you up on blind dates,” Draco points out, because of course he had to go and make a decent point on top of everything else. On top of being attractive and insufferable.

He’s definitely going to kill Hermione. Or at the very least, jinx her with something mildly unpleasant.

“In my defence,” Harry says, using a toothpick to fish in his bourbon cocktail for a cherry, “I thought it was going to be a first date, not a sequel to a notoriously bad first date.”

“Notoriously bad for you, maybe - didn’t even break my bottom 10,” Draco says dismissively. Harry snorts.

“Wasn’t bad for you,” he says darkly, “I got a concussion. How many of your dates have ended at the hospital?”

“It’s not unheard of,” Draco says vaguely. “I do work there, after all.”

“You take a lot of your dates to work with you? Remind me why you’re still single?”

At that, Draco rolls his eyes. “I did not ‘take you to work with me’, I didn’t even work there yet,” he snaps, getting agitated enough to use actual air quotes. He looks at his hands in midair as though he can’t believe it himself and immediately puts them back down. One goes to the bridge of his nose, the other clenches on the table. “You can’t possibly blame me for your concussion.”

“I took you ice skating, you’re the one who had to take something that was supposed to be romantic and make it all competitive.”

“I didn’t –”

“You absolutely did,” Harry adds, before Draco can bother denying it. “Probably traumatised a bunch of schoolchildren in the process.”

Draco mouth clicks audibly as it shuts. He clears his throat and, to Harry’s great surprise, his cheeks are a little pink. He looks down into his glass of water, determinedly not making eye contact. “I didn’t realise it was a date,” he says finally, after one more throat clear.

“What?” Harry asks, though he’s quite sure he heard him properly.

Draco sighs. He finally looks up, but this time makes eye contact with a spot just above Harry’s head. “Until the end, when you joked about it being one of the worst dates you’d been on. I didn’t realise we were on a date.”

“Jesus, Malfoy, you thought I just casually asked you out to go ice skating?” Harry says, and then, before he can help himself, he’s laughing.

“Your invitation happened to come a mere week after Hermione asked me over for drinks, I thought it was simply a coordinated effort to… foster amity.”

“Foster amity,” Harry repeats, rolling his eyes, but he’s still grinning. Everything is sort of clicking into place. “No, you oblivious git, I liked you.”

“Oh,” Draco says. A few different expressions cross his face before finally settling on one Harry doesn’t recognise. That pink tinge is still splashed across his cheekbones. Harry kind of likes it. “Past tense?” he asks finally, this time actually making eye contact and the weight of it makes Harry’s stomach clench.

He blinks at him. Wonders what Draco would say if he were honest, if he admitted how long he’s fancied him. “I… well. No, not necessarily,” he says instead, and now, the look on Draco’s face is definitely pleased.

He might actually thank Hermione for this.

“Well then,” Draco says, sitting up straight in his seat and smoothing out his already wrinkle-free shirt. “I propose we start over.”

“Meaning what, exactly?” Harry asks warily.

“It’s not really a difficult concept; I’m simply proposing a fresh start. Restart the date with both of us knowing it’s a date and knowing we’ve come here to go on a date with each other.”

Harry looks around the bar. All around him, chairs are stacked upside down on top of tables, and he can see a tired-looking employee in the far corner, sweeping the floor and shooting them glances.

“Not a bad idea, but I think we’ve overstayed our welcome.”

“Any ideas on where we can go?” Draco asks, standing and pulling out his wallet to pay for Harry’s drinks.

“Depends,” Harry says, then, unable to resist, he lowers his voice suggestively and smirks. “Does this technically count as our third date now?”

It takes Draco just a second to understand the implication, but when he does, that pretty blush is back again. He almost fumbles as he puts his wallet away.

“Good grief,” he mutters, but the corners of his mouth are twitching. “You’re going to make me regret this, aren’t you?”

Harry leans over, catches his hand. Tangles their fingers together. Much to his delight, this only seems to fluster Draco further.

He’s going to send Hermione flowers.

“Absolutely not,” he says emphatically and uses his grip to pull Draco closer. “Just in case you’re still lagging behind here, I’m going to kiss you now. Is that alright?”

(And because Draco still has to take something romantic and make it competitive, he leans in and kisses Harry first.)

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Winter’s biting chill cuts into Draco, the taste of ice on the back of his tongue. On days like this, the vitality of speech evades him. Desperate to make it through the short-long day where the hours have dragged their feet, the sun kisses the skyline goodbye at thirty past four, and Draco walks in a stupor.

The package waiting excitedly on his stoop takes him out of his exhaustion, and suddenly Draco is awake and aware and rushing up four flights of stairs with the promise of joy in his hands. He wastes no time opening and closing his door, hurriedly kicking off his shoes and pulling out his wand to unlock the treasures waiting just beyond the magically charmed cardboard.

In it: small trinkets, gifts, cute things he adores that make him smile so wide, dancing in place because his heart is so very full he can’t hold in the happiness that circulates inside him.

A letter with his name awaits, and he opens it delicately, careful not to tear the heart-shaped sticker on the envelope. He reads:

Draco,

I hope all these little mementos I’ve collected over the past few weeks made you smile. I kept seeing things that reminded me of you, and I couldn’t stop myself from buying them for you. Life’s been pretty much the same since you left. Hermione and Ron still bicker–which, ever since you said that’s their version of foreplay, I can’t see it any different, so, thanks for that–Luna has switched to only speaking backwards again, something about nargles. Pansy and Greg come by with lots of food and won’t leave until I’ve had at least two servings and put some leftovers away. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you? (I promise I’m eating more than cereal and popcorn).

Here’s the latest gossip I’m sure you’re dying to know about: Theo, Blaise, and Neville are a "secret" throuple now. They think no one’s noticed, but really, we’re just waiting for them to tell us. Ron says you owe him 5 sickle, by the way.

Hmm…what else? I’m doing okay. I promise. Work’s been work, you know how it is. How’s your internship? I’ve hung the picture you sent me with the Elder Scrolls of Merlin. Incredible, really! I can’t believe you spend all day archiving scrolls almost as old as Hogwarts itself.

I miss you a lot. I hope you’re remembering to take care of yourself, too. Let’s floo-call soon, ok?

Forever yours,

Harry

Draco couldn’t help the flutter of his heart or welling of tears in his eyes. He felt so loved. It had been such a long day, one where his breathing felt like drowning, and yet, he was loved through that from hundreds of miles away. The terror weight of the day’s stress that had pressed so firmly on his chest only moments before he’d seen this package on his doorstep faded. Even on Draco’s worst days, Harry loved him; thought of him. Without his realizing it, Draco felt okay again.

for @hdcandyheartsfest's prompt: memento. dedicated to my dearest @softlystarstruck!! happy birthday bee!! i'm both grateful to know you and happy i get to call you my friend. talking with you always makes my day brighter and i hope you enjoy the little easter eggs (not so little) i've hidden in here just for you!!

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rockingrobin69 · 1 year

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making it

“There’d better not be candy in this,” with a huff, then, “Potter, you’re spoiling him rotten! The tooth doctor was quite insistent—what? Why are you laughing. Potter. Potter. Answer, you impossible, lovely twit, before—”

Scorp hopped in, smiley as ever. The dentist should be happy enough with these: pearly-whites open wide. “Harry! You’re back! What did you bring me?”

Draco blushed. “Darling, that’s rude.”

“He’s allowed to be cheeky with me,” Harry winked. Just like Harry was allowed to spoil him. Allowed to kiss Draco’s pinked cheek. Allowed to take this life, make it his, make it sweet.

100 words for @hdcandyheartsfest’s second prompt, sweet treats.

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Amortentia

"Mr. Potter!" a reporter shouted as Draco and Harry stepped out of the restaurant. "Mr. Potter!" And not just any reporter, Draco noticed. Finn Leonard from the Prophet; handsome and tall, absolutely fucking viscous. "Mr. Potter, a word?"

He felt Harry tense beside him, his entire body thrumming with irritation. "If I say no, will you leave us alone?" he snapped.

Leonard grinned, sharp and shark-like, "Rumor has it that Malfoy's got you under an imperius."

Harry rolled his eyes and tugged Draco along, "Come on," he said.

"Love potion?" he called, still trotting along behind them, "Care to comment on Amortentia? That's what one of our close personal sources-"

Harry had his wand drawn and had spun to face Leonard in an instant, pinning the other man to the brick wall. "Say one more fucking word," he hissed, voice deadly quiet.

"Harry," Draco said, tugging his arm, "It's not worth it."

"Why not?" Harry asked, glancing at Draco out of the corner of his eye before turning his burning gaze on the other man who'd visibly paled and was swallowing apprehensively where Harry's wand was shoved against his adam's apple. "Why shouldn't I?" he continued. "I'm Harry Potter," he added lowly. "I can do whatever I want; The Prophet has commented on that for years now. Who's going to prosecute me?" He looked Leonard up and down, "You?" He huffed a scorn-filled laugh, "you print utter horse shit and everyone knows it. Who would believe you over me?"

"If that were true, you wouldn't be threatening me at wand-point," the wizard pointed out, in spite of the way that his knees were knocking.

"Give it a try," Harry laughed, "print it in the paper tomorrow. See what happens. See how fast you're fired." He took a step back and held his hands splayed open in front of him. “Print a word of that rubbish about love potions and I’m coming for you with a lawsuit. That’s slander,” he added before spinning around and grabbing Draco’s arm.

They’d apparated away before Draco could say another word. The moment they landed, Harry’s hands were on him, tipping Draco’s chin up, “are you alright?” he asked gently, so terribly gently.

He nodded, blinking away from his gaze. “I’m sorry,” he murmured softly.

“For what, baby?” he asked, drawing him into his arms and kissing his forehead, his nose, his chin.

Draco shrugged, “that you always get harassed because of me. That we can’t ever just go out for a nice dinner. That-”

“Hey,” Harry said, carding his fingers through the short strands of hair on the back of Draco’s head. “It’s not because of you. It’s because of them; they’re ignorant arseholes. My affection for you doesn’t change because of them.”

“You deserve-”

“To be happy,” Harry finished. “And you make me so happy. So I don’t give a shit about what he or anyone else has to say. You’re mine and I’m yours. And that’s all there is.”

He leaned his forehead against Harry’s, “I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve you.”

Harry laughed and kissed him again, “the feelings mutual, my love,” he assured. “The feeling is mutual.”

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Written for the @hdcandyheartsfest prompt ‘amortentia’

#drarry #love #soft #fluff #protective Harry #listen. my brain just needs to do some writing #feels like I’m just doing warm up sketches today #hdcandyheartsfest #doing our best.

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steampunkserpent27 · 1 year

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Formal Dinner

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Snail Mail rated: G CW: Oblivious/In Denial Harry “Tell me again why Draco Malfoy has been sending you letters through the muggle post?” Ron asked, staring at him as if he were insane. “Well, the owls would draw too much attention and–” “I don’t care about the bloody means of communication. Why is he sending you letters?” He ran his fingers through his hair, unsure of why Ron was making such a big deal about it. “Mainly to talk about work stuff.” “Work stuff?” “Yeah, sometimes we work on projects together.” Ron nodded. “Okay. That is the only legitimate reason you have given me so far.” “Why are the others not?” He still didn’t know what Ron was trying to get at. It wasn’t like the letters meant anything. They just enjoyed talking outside of work, that was all. “Him sending you a letter to tell you that you did a good job on your assignment is not a legitimate reason, Harry. Neither is him sending you a letter to wish you well soon, when you miss a day of work. And him sending you a letter to talk about his favorite restaurant to eat at is not a valid reason either, Harry.” Ron was staring at him, waiting for some sort of response. “I don’t see what the problem is. We’re just talking.” Ron dropped his face into his hands. “It’s not that it’s a problem. But you’re sending bloody letters to Draco sodding Malfoy, and you don’t even realize how far gone you are.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “You’re hopeless, is what it means.” He didn’t know what Ron’s problem was. They were just friends, that was all. Good friends that had been discussing going to dinner together that Saturday night. It wasn’t a romantic dinner, it was a formal, work dinner, very professional. Ron would see.

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So, my goal this year was to post at least one fic a month. This is not an unreasonable goal, as I have dozens of finished or very-nearly-finished fics in my WIPs folder. However, writing fic and posting fic are two very different activities for me, and so I literally waited until 6 minutes before the end of February to post anything this month. I have written a bunch of fics for the amazing @hdcandyheartsfest, and I am going to make myself upload all of them, in chaptered installments, to this fic on ao3. (They can all be enjoyed on their own though!)

(If I don't update fast enough, please poke me! My irl bestie and my therapist are both so good about reminding me to share my work, but that doesn't mean I listen all the time 🙃 I'm hoping that maybe the 1,954th reminder might finally do it...)

Second Date

On their second date, Draco gives Harry a bottle of Felix Felicis, thrusting it across the table with far less ceremony or poise than Harry would have ever expected from a Malfoy, muttering something about it not being traditional to give gifts on a second date, but it was finished brewing, so…

"Draco! This is amazing! Did you brew it yourself?" Harry asks, clearly not put-off by this breach of second-date-protocol, if perhaps a little overwhelmed.

"Yes, well, you mentioned that you had used the bottle you won from Slughorn for doing Dumbledore's bidding and ensuring your friends weren't killed by my idiocy, so I thought that perhaps you should also have a bottle for your own enjoyment."

Draco's voice is far too prim, in the way it only gets when he's spectacularly nervous, and Harry's heart squeezes with something far too much like love for this early in the relationship.

"I mentioned that ages ago."

"Felix Felicis takes six months to brew, I couldn't have gotten it to you a moment sooner. Hence the poor timing, I suppose."

Harry can't believe how endeared he is to that snotty little sneer.

"I'm not the one who's stuck up on traditional courting etiquette, Malfoy. I don't care that you've brought me a gift on our second date, I just wish I could have gotten you something too."

Draco starts to brush that last comment off, but Harry interrupts him.

"Wait, this isn't some sort of apology, is it? We've already cleared the air and then some, and you know I wouldn't be here with you tonight if there was still anything from the past standing between us. You don't need to atone for anything with me."

Draco scowls.

"No, it's not an apology."

At Harry's suspicious frown, he presses on, "Alright, it may have been one in the beginning, when I first started brewing it. But I still couldn't believe we were friends then, that you could be so nice to me and forgive me - yes, Potter, I know I "put the work in" as you so often say, but even still - and I just felt so sad for who you were when you were sixteen. You had so few good things, and it seemed like all of them were taken from you, or twisted for the War, and I wanted to go back in time and fix that. But, of course, I couldn't, so, I made you Felix Felicis instead, to sort of replace what Dumbledore and I had both taken from you. I just,"

He looks up from his hands, where he has been fidgeting with the tablecloth the whole time he's been speaking, and Harry isn't sure he can hold any more love in his heart; this is it, his future is fixed on this man and he can't do anything about it, even if he wanted to, "I wanted you to have something nice. Something just for you."

Harry can't help it then. He leans over the table, takes Draco's face between his hands, and kisses him.

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H/D Candy Hearts Fest 2023: Info & FAQ

banner by the talented @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

Welcome to the second year of the H/D Candy Hearts Fest! For every day in February, we will provide a prompt meant to inspire lighthearted, love-filled works with Drarry as the main pairing. This is a very lowkey fest, so feel free to use however many prompts on whatever day you want! Just post your work on Tumblr (tag us so we can share) or the AO3 collection (hdcandyheartsfest2023) between February 1st and February 28th! Take a look at our prompt list here 💕

Guidelines

The overall theme of this fest is lighthearted works. They can be the sweetest fluff, gentle humor, feel like a warm blanket, or anything in between! It’s perfectly fine if there are some moments of angst, but we’re all about happy endings.

Submissions must have Draco/Harry as the main pairing! However, feel free to change them up if you'd like (trans Drarry, anyone?) Any side pairings are welcome.

Participate as much or as little as you’d like, and feel free to use prompts in any order on any day in February. Want to do every prompt? Great! Want to do just one? No problem, we can’t wait to see what you’ve made!

Feel free to combine the Candy Hearts prompts with other fests/challenges running in February (such as @kinkuary)

This fest is open to all fanworks– fics, fanart, podfics, fic binding, playlists, moodboards, etc. Please make sure to get author permission if it’s a derivative work!

There is no minimum or maximum word count for fics.

Mature and explicit works are welcome, just please be over 18 and tag appropriately on all platforms!

How to Participate

💌 Pick a prompt that you want to create for (you can do as many or as few as you’d like).

💌 Make something!

💌 Then, post anytime between February 1st and February 28th to Tumblr, Ao3, or both.

💌 On Tumblr, follow @hdcandyheartsfest and use the tag #hdcandyheartsfest2023 on your works. We will reblog your work here as we’re tagged!

FAQ

What is the point of this fest?

A lowkey daily challenge meant to inspire lighthearted and sweet Drarry works during February.

Do I have to create a work for every single prompt/day?

No! This is like pick ‘n mix at a candy store– do however many prompts you’d like on any day you’d like, as long as it’s posted in February.

Are mature/explicit works allowed?

Absolutely! We just ask that you are over 18 and they be tagged appropriately on any platform that you post your work to.

What about poly ships?

We ask that the main pairing be Draco/Harry only, but background ships can be as varied as you like!

As usual, we’d like to make it very clear that this fest is very pro-trans people and anti-JKR 🏳️‍⚧️

Any questions? Just ask us!

- Your mod team @softlystarstruck, @lou-isfake & @m0srael❤️

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