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you better believe it bitches

follow up is "i didn't need to fix him, he fixed himself for me and i supported him and he is now an amazing human being but maybe only around me and it's actually very healthy"

this is very different from enemies to lovers ok

“whatever the fuck these two characters had going on” is a vastly underrated character dynamic

family dinners

draco: oh grow up POTTER

harry: you’re an annoying little git aren’t you

draco: why you—

ron, to his concerned family: you’d think they hated each other, but they’re actually engaged. crazy fools, they are

hermione, sipping hot chocolate: it’s best to leave them to it…biscuits anyone?

Harry: it was Malfoy

Ron and Hermione: The views and opinions expressed above are solely Harry’s and do not speak on behalf of us nor do they reflect in any way the views and opinions of The Golden Trio™ as a whole

I absolutely ADORE the idea that Drarry has three kids and oldest one’s a Slytherin, the middle one’s a Gryffindor, and then when the third kid goes to Hogwarts Draco and Harry have been like AT EACH OTHERS THROATS (lovingly) over what the tiebreaker kid will be

They’ve made thousands of bets and now that the kids are all out of the house almost all of them are loud and sexual

And they get the letter back from their youngest and Harry’s triumphantly reading it until he gets to “…and I was sorted into Ravenclaw!” and Drarry is forced to face the fact that they’re both so self-absorbed they only remembered Hogwarts having two houses

Draco Malfoy, a summary

What Harry thinks he’s like:

What his friends think he’s like:

What the Gryffindors think he’s like:

What his parents think he’s like:

What the fandom think he’s like:

What he thinks he’s like:

What he’s really like:

Harry hadn’t actually meant it when he told Draco that “he should try not getting arrested every few weeks.” At the time maybe he had, but Harry had grown antsy over the past few weeks.

Things had been quiet. Too quiet.

“You’d like to what?” the Head of the Aurours department asked.

“I’d like to conduct a search for Draco Malfoy,” Harry replied. Ron stood at his side looking unimpressed. Search missions required back up by law, and Harry had managed to convince a reluctant Ron to be his.

“He’s not going to give this up,” Ron pointed out.

“You know what, fine. Fine. But make it quick.”

____

Harry found Draco in the basement of Fangtasia brooding at 11am on a Thursday.

“You’re not wearing the necklace,” Draco pouted.

“That thing was bloody hideous Malfoy,” Ron said defending his friend. Draco actually looked almost offended.

“Come on Draco we both know that you usually have much better taste,” Harry said as gently as he could. Draco had clearly been struggling ever since he’d become a vampire, and as amusing as it was to watch, Harry wanted Draco to accept himself and find happiness...preferably with Harry.

“I knew you liked the leather,” Draco said proudly gesturing to his current outfit. Harry just shook his head and decided not to start this arguement.

“Draco are you okay?” Harry asked. The basement was windowless, but well lit. Draco sat at the head of a long table filled with unoccupied seats.

“None of them came,” Draco said looking at the empty seats around him with dismay.

“None of who came?” Harry asked.

“I tried to construct a founders council, and invited all the prominent Vampire families, but no one showed up,” Draco sulked. Harry nudged Ron before the boy could start laughing.

Harry was prepared for this. Harry had researched the Vampire Diaries when he’d realized Draco’s habit of picking up the identies of famous fictional vampires.

Harry spent the rest of the day making calls with Draco. They ended up enlisting Luna’s help and instead created a council of influential magical minorities.

Harry hopes that this was a good substitute for the support groups Draco had opted out of having. But wasn’t surprised when Draco ended up back in his office a week later.

Vampire Draco XD

LISTEN YOU… I WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE THE ONE WRITING THIS GOD DAMMIT! Tagging @violetclarity for inciting shit too. :D

Word count: 200

Harry sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose for what felt like the 20th time this month. Today was supposed to be a normal day, his day for paperwork and non-magical nonsense. So when his eyes fell on Draco, sitting as casually as possible in Harry’s office chair, Harry knew his day was done.

“What did you do this time?” Harry sighed, waving his hands in a way that indicated Draco should get the fuck out of his chair.

“I asked a wizard if he knew what I was….”

Harry looked at Draco quizzically. “What’s wrong with that?”

Draco sighed and reached into his pocket, pulling out a handful of glitter. Harry stared, already knowing where this was going but really hoping it wasn’t.

“Draco… Please tell me you didn’t.”

“….I did.”

Harry let his head fall to his desk, hands pulling out his hair in hard tugs.

“But- But, just listen! It was going great, I was broody and reciting poetry. He was totally hooked.”

“And then…?”

“And then I threw glitter in his face.”

“Draco, what the actual fuck? That’s not even… The vampire in that book fucking actually sparkles. Like “diamonds”… He doesn’t throw sparkles.“

“Oooooh….”

Harry, wakes up with his arms wrapped around Draco: Why are we lying on the grass cuddled together?

Draco: You fainted while we were arguing and I didn’t want people to think I knocked you out so I thought it’d be safer if they thought we were a couple napping on the grass.

Harry: why would you think that was safer??

Draco: Potter I make very bad decisions when on the spot now stroke my hair.

Harry: *strokes hair*

Is that a threat, Draco

Everything changed in third year. It really should have been insignificant in the grander scheme of things. Magic was real, Harry was the Boy Who Lived, and He Who Must Not be Named was back. There were so many more important things to think about. So why was Harry so hung up on the fact that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were in love? Or how Harry accidentally fell in love with Draco Malfoy. (And it might have been the best thing that ever happened to him ... or the worst)

Chapter 2 of my drarry fic is up! Maybe give it a try?

8th Year, Draco is tentative friends with the trio, they study together. Draco and Harry are shagging in secret (everyone knows Draco is with someone, no one suspects Harry).

Harry snagged some cauldron cakes and passed one to Draco.

“Fattening me up, Potter?” Draco asked, even as he bit into it. “I am capable of feeding myself.”

Harry snorted. “Wouldn’t know it from your skinny arse.”

“Look at my arse often, do you?” Draco smirked.

“It’s a fine arse,” Harry said, winking at him.

“Watch yourself!” Draco snapped playfully. “This arse is taken.”

“Quite often, I imagine,” Harry couldn’t help but reply.

Across the table, Hermione inhaled sharply, and Ron choked on his mouthful.

Draco having an extensive amout of knowledge about Harry is my fave thing, like some Slytherins will go "Potter looks too cheerful today" "well, maybe it's his birthday", and Draco is casually like "nah, his birthday is July 31st", and everyone is like "what" and Draco is like "what?". Gryffindors passing him in the courtyard, Neville be like "Harry, wanna some strawberry gum?" and Draco mutters to himself "he's allergic to strawberry, Longbottom, Merlin..", and the Slytherins like "not AGAIN"

Oh my god this is so real and powerful and canon

I love this

Me trying to figure out how to logically ship drarry, scorbus, linny, wolfstar, and jeddy all at the same time.

harry potter gently brushing a stray piece of hair away from draco malfoy’s flushing face. reblog if you agree

while looking up 1950s slang, i found the phrase “come on snake, let’s rattle,” which has 2 meanings: asking someone to dance, and challenging someone to a fight

and. hhhooooooooo boy does that fact have some Potential

Ok but Draco and Harry would totally know so much about each other from the amount they watched one another at school and like

Draco making sure to have treacle tart for dessert the first time he cooks Harry dinner

Harry making Draco’s coffee exactly right in the morning (all the way down to the excessive amount of sugar)

Draco putting Harry’s fork on the left, because he uses it in his left hand despite being right handed 

Harry automatically handing Draco the paper, because he likes to read it with his coffee

And neither of them would mention it or make a big deal of it, but they couldn’t deny the warm feeling they both got because they just know each other

hp!au where hermione wasn’t talking about ginny

that i sometimes forgot what hating myself felt like. [insp.]

Drunk James: and then they…

Drunk Sirius, but not as drunk as James: wait, you wanna say that my godson fucks with my nephew

James:

James: they’ve kissed right in front of me *cries*

Sirius:

Sirius: I always knew that all of Black practice incest

part 1

Harry, beginner auror, answer his phone on a date with Draco: hello, dad?

James, chief auror, being arrested: oh, Harry, my dear, can you pick me up somewhere?

Draco, irritated: >:(

Harry: dad, what about Regulus? I'm a little bit busy

James: Reggie doesn't answer his phone, haha...

Harry: dad, is it emergency? I'm... on a date

James: oh, my son, you are so grown-up, I'm so glad to hear about it, you have to introduce us, but yeah, it's pretty urgent

Harry, gasping: okay, I'll be there soon, where are you?

Draco, still irritated: >>:(

James, barely speaking: son, i have been arrested

Harry, speechless:

Draco, laughing maliciously:

part 2

As a wise Tumblr once said, I didn't come here to ship it lightly, I came here for it to consume my soul

you ever see a ship you love so much and saying "i ship them" isn't enough. like no you don't understand they give me mental illness

@drarrymicrofic prompt: tie. wc: 1099

"Harry, why is there a hair tie on your wrist?"

"Don't lose it," Draco says. "That one's my favourite." Harry slips the blue elastic onto his wrist, as the fall of soft, white-blond hair cascades over his hand, his forearm, the ends tickling Harry's face.

"I won't," Harry says, surrounded by the coconut scent of Draco's shampoo, by the curtain of sleek, lustrous hair, isolating them from the world.

"Er... found it," Harry said. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Really?"

"Yeah, they're good for..." Harry cast around for a less ridiculous lie, "wand grips."

Hermione frowned in disbelief, but looked down in thought at her own wand. "Huh."

Harry removed the elastic from his wrist and twisted it around the hilt of his wand, to demonstrate—it felt closer to his heart that way, anyway, mingling with his magic under his fingers.

"I want to tell them," Harry says, his head pillowed on Draco's chest. "I want to be yours." His face rises and falls with Draco's heavy sigh.

"No, you don't," Draco mumbles. "You don't."

"I do." Harry rolls on top of him—his hair isn't long enough to hide them. Draco's hair is splayed out on the pillow, tangled from sex and sleep, his pretty mouth pursed in a familiar, stubborn line. Morning light shines through the window, illuminating them with a reality they can't escape.

No one saw the ambush coming. Aurors lunged and dodged and threw protego after protego, but they were surrounded, they were sitting ducks, and something had to give. Harry ran out from behind the shipping container, reductos on his lips, red light and destruction bursting from his wand, his grip tight and unmovable around a thin blue elastic—

"Harry," Draco pleads. "Why would you want to be tied to someone like me?"

"Draco." Harry leans down and kisses him. "I've been tied to you, for so many years—" —Tangled and knotted and twisted in him, since the day Harry learned he was a wizard.

Draco doesn't let him speak for the rest of the morning.

Harry blinked himself awake, his mind heavy and hazy with anesthesia. The quiet, rhythmic beeping of monitoring charms interrupted the silence, and he took a deep breath of a familiar sterile scent—St. Mungo's—then coughed violently as his ribs throbbed, which only made the pain worse.

A slender hand on his shoulder, gently pushing him down, a wash of warm, soothing magic in his throat. As his coughing subsided, someone slid his glasses carefully onto his face, and he could finally see.

Draco stepped back, his handsome face exhausted and unreadable. His eyes were bloodshot, his lime green Healer's robes partially buttoned over his normal clothes, a shocking discomposure. His long hair fell loose and limp over his shoulder, frizzing where he'd run his hand through it too many times.

"Hi," Harry rasped. Draco didn't answer, his mouth set in that familiar, foreboding line. "Can I sit up?"

Draco frowned a little, but swished his wand, maneuvering Harry's bed until he was sitting upright. He then stood there, awkward and silent and sullen, apparently unwilling to take his eyes off Harry for even a second, and even more unwilling to admit it.

"Come sit," Harry said. Draco hesitated, but eventually made his way to Harry's bed, sitting gingerly on the edge. Harry tugged on his sleeve until he rolled his eyes and scooted closer.

"Mind if I sit?" Harry asks, his hand on the back of the empty barstool. Draco looks up, surprised, then schools his face quickly into a sneer.

"Far be it from me to turn away the Saviour," Draco says, but it sounds ingenuine, automatic. He tucks a stray lock of hair behind his ear. Harry smiles, excited and curious and something else, like he's found something he hadn't known he was looking for. He feels real, now.

"Good." Harry sits, feeling triumphant. He waves down the bartender. "Two of what he's having."

Harry reached up to Draco's neck, gathering his soft hair to one side, separating it into three sections. Draco's whole body was tense, holding himself still, his face strained. Harry began to weave his hair with practiced ease, over and under.

"You're reckless," Draco finally said, his voice cracking. "Utterly harebrained. You could have been killed, Potter. You nearly were. There was so much—you weren't breathing—" he cut off with a harsh breath, trying to compose himself. His eyes were wet, his cheeks flushed.

Harry finished the plait, smoothing it down and holding the end with his fingers.

"My wand," Harry said. Draco tensed further, but slowly pulled out the familiar length of wood from the pocket of his robes, holding it out hilt first. Harry slid off the blue elastic, returning it to its rightful place on the end of Draco's plait.

"I didn't lose it," Harry murmured. A tear escaped down Draco's cheek, and he sighed, his whole body sagging.

"I knew you wouldn't." He took Harry's hand in both of his, watching his own thumb move over the scars on Harry's skin. "That's not what I was afraid of."

"What are you afraid of, then?"

Draco looked up. He looked awful, agonized, wretched—and so, so beautiful.

"This, Harry." His hands started to shake, where they held Harry's. "I was sure that losing you couldn't hurt me, if I didn't let you have me to begin with... I was wrong. It hurts, no matter what."

"You haven't lost me," Harry said, uselessly. "You won't."

"Don't you dare, Harry."

"You won't," Harry insisted. "Draco, I'm yours. And I already—I put in my notice a week ago." Draco's jaw dropped. "I'm tired of the violence. I'm tired of not being around, for you. I don't know what I'll do, but I have time and money to figure it out, and I'm hoping—I'm hoping I'll have you, too—"

He was cut off by Draco's kiss, hard and fierce and relieved.

"You look like you're about to kiss me," Draco says. He looks equal parts hopeful and terrified.

"You look like you're going to let me," Harry replies. He's close enough to taste Draco's breath; gin and lime. He's right.

"It's about time," Ron declared from the doorway, startling them both. He had one arm around a smug, triumphant Pansy, the other around a shrewd, fond Hermione. For a second, Harry worried that Draco would bolt, but he only groaned in annoyance, hiding his embarrassment in Harry's shoulder.

"'Wand grips', indeed," Hermione muttered, and Harry tried not to laugh, for his ribs. When his joy spilled over, it was with a kiss in Draco’s coconut-scented hair.

...I have no idea....I'm actually almost sorry, but I did say this week would be based on crack ideas.....

I may try to draw sketches earlier in the day at least a few more times the next couple weeks. Because now I'm safe to sleep after I get home from any days that start later then most.

Daily Sketch #8 Happens to be Drarry.....I think I redrew Draco's face...too many times. Bleh. 

Hermione : I spy with my little eye something that begins with the letter “s”.

Ron looks over at Harry and Draco fighting each other : Is it “sexual tension”?

The Prince and the Snake {Drarry One-Shot}

“Today, class, we will be making an exciting potion!” Professor Slughorn pipes. “Each of you already has the ingredients on your work table in front of you. Don’t touch them yet!” he ushers as one of the arrogant Gryffindors went to grab something. “These ingredients in particular make the creatura corpus potion. This potion works much like wolfsbane, but a short-term verion. You see, this concoction will turn any mythical creature and shift it to a human form for a small period of time depending on how well the potion was brewed.” he states. After he was finished explaining, Draco lazily flips to the page in his advanced potions book and began cutting the ginseng root into seven equal pieces, grinding the preficus wing into a fine powder, and mincing the calyfairvor. His partner, Blaise, was doing his tasks on the other end of the cauldron of boiling water. The blonde noticed, out of the corner of his eye, Blaise dropping pounded phealis crumbs before he could stop it from happening. The potion started bubbling, making ‘goop’ sounds. Blaise and Draco started pacing back, backing into the next table behind them. A large bubble of the murky green substance grew and popped, splattering in Draco’s direction. “Blaise! You so owe me!” Draco wiped the substance with his hands as his partner chuckled. Sparkles of light started shining around the blondes fingers and enveloped his whole body, stopping everyone’s laughter. Draco started to shrink, a terrified look on his face. His last reaction until he totally transformed was to look across the room on the Gryffindors side, straight into the green irises that watched in horror. The room went silent as the place where Draco Malfoy once stood was replaced with a white cobra snake. It lifted it’s little head and looked around the class at the amused/scared faces. It appeared to open its mouth to speak but it only came out in a hiss. “What are you all looking at?” Harry heard it say. The brunette stood and walked over to the dazed snake and started speaking in parseltongue. “Don’t freak out…” He said, apparating a mirror and showing off Draco’s new form. The new Draco sat there for a minute, staring at his reflection, not saying a word. Afterwards, he slithered over to his partner and started wrapping his body around their neck, choking them. Blaise let out a few strangled laughs before saying ‘worth it’ through his blocked air pipes. “Mister Malfoy, enough.” The professor stuttered while braking out of his surprizes daze. Draco, reluctantly, un wrapped himself and slithered onto the desk. “How do we reverse this?” he hissed at Slughorn. “He’s asking how to turn him back.” Harry acted as a translator. “Well, uh, there is one way I know. But it’s ridiculous. It may not work.” the professor nervously chuckled. Another series of hisses broke out from the cobra, and Harry coughed to stop him after he long made his point. “He asked to just say it anyway.” Harry chuckled, though he left out the rude parts. “Ah, yes. Well. The mishap can be undone by… a kiss from your chosen love.” Slughorn mutters loud enough with a deep sigh. “But surely something as ridiculous at that cannot work.” he added. “Is there some other way, professor? Malfoy is unable to love.” Ron mocks from his corner. “I do love someone, you insufferable prat.” Draco rolled his beady, little, blue eyes. Harry’s mouth gaped as he was the only one who could understand. Laughter broke out from behind Blaise and Draco’s worktable. Pansy Parkinson was brimming with her giggles. “Go on, Dray. Kiss whom you most dearly love.” she laughed even more when Draco pulled out his pure white hood and hissed venomously. She wiped a tear from her eyes and calmed down, smiling at the cobra. “I dare you.” She notes, and they stare at each other for a moment. “Potter, I need you to take me to someone.” Draco looks back to the emerald eyed Gryffindor. Harry nodded and picked Draco up, holding him close to his chest as to not drop him if they ran into someone, and left the classroom. After a bit of walking, the cobra tells Harry to stop. “Go into that alcove right there.” The Gryffindor was confused, but complied nonetheless. “I swear, Malfoy, if you bite me and leave me here to die, I will be so upset.” Harry closes the curtain. “I need you to kiss me.” Draco suddenly blurts out, leaving a following silence. “What?” Harry gulped, unable to hide his quickly spreading blush. “The professor said a kiss from your chosen love, correct? I’m sure you could fill it in from there. You’re not as dumb as you make yourself out to be.” Draco snaps back, avoiding eye contact… I think. Harry’s brain seemed to stop thinking at that moment. The only thing it pointed to was ‘do it’. He hadn’t an idea why. Maybe just to turn Draco back and get done with it. “Okay.” He said before he could convince himself otherwise. The little snakes head looked back at him (and as far as snake facial expressions could go) he could really hide his shock and confusion. “You better not be joking around cause then you just waisted both of our time.” Harry sighed, leaning over and placing a small peck to draco’s scaly lips. It wasn’t long until he felt his hands cupping soft cheeks and he was being smothered in affection. The kiss didn’t last long. Maybe a minute or two of slow, gentle movements. They separated, partially, still standing an inch away from each other. Draco felt Harry’s breath and could smell his woodley aftershave. “Thank you for changing me back.” he stepped back, feeling an emptiness when he didn’t get a response. Harry hated him. As Draco tried walking out of the curtains, a firm hand stopped him, holding his upper arm. “Draco, I-” Harry stared, but bit his lip when the blonde looked back in his adorable confusion. “Astronomy tower. Tonight. Uh, be there.” he blushed, quickly getting flustered by his vague instructions. Draco stepped back into the alcove, a small smile gracing his, usually stubborn features. “See you there, Harry.” He leaned forward slowly and placed another chaste kiss on Harry’s lips. The brunette’s hands found themselves to Draco’s chest, resting on his slim figure, fingers running over his silk robes.

Drarry head canon thing...

Human realm. Harry and Draco have been together for years now. One night, Harry gets into a car accident that sends him into a coma. He ends up waking a month later thinking he’s a wizard and Draco is his enemy. It hurts every time Harry ended up calling him ‘Malfoy’- which he Insisted on calling him. The doctors perscribe him medication that should help, but isn’t. Draco tries everything he can whenever he visits Harry in the mental hospital to get the Raven to remember. All seems to fail until one day Harry starts to hum the song he wrote for Draco. “Harry? W-where did you hear that?” Draco finally had gained hope after months of trying. Was Harry finally starting to remember? “I-I don’t know...” Harry stare down at the floor. Fixated on the carpet design. A few minutes of silence passed until Draco started to sing the words. Harry- the entire time- would not look up. When Draco finished, his hope deflated again. He’s lost his love, he thought. Standing and walking towards the door, something stops him. A hand on his wrist held him in place. “Draco..?” Harry’s quivering voice asked.

#drarry

Drarry headcanon thing

All the houses are actually college dormitories, whereas Gryffindor and Slytherin were the rivals. The most popular students being the humble, bad ass Harry Potter in Gryffindor; and charming, cocky Draco Malfoy. During a college party, hosted by Pansy and Blaise the party animals (of course), the two rivals wield themselves there and drink there way into a relationship. Harry got drunk and didn't have a clue the following morning, but Malfoy can handle his alcohol.. what will become of these two. Oh dear. 😉😉