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Tag game

I was tagged by @weasleyadler

Rules: Answer 20 questions and tag 20 people you want to know better

Name: Alisha

Zodiac sign: Aquarius

Height: 5'6 I think, haven't measured myself in a while

Languages spoken: English, been learning french for a while

Nationality: British

Favourite fruit: pineapple

Favourite scent: the sea

Favourite colour: green

Favourite animal: all of them tbh. I have a soft spot for samoyeds though (if you don't know what they are they're adorable and I highly recommend looking them up)

Coffee, tea or hot chocolate: hot chocolate

Favourite fictional character: Regulus Black or Nico Di Angelo

Dream trip: Norway to see the northern lights

When your blog was created: couldn't tell you, don't remember

Last movie you've seen: deadpool 2

Songs you've had on repeat: anything by the weeknd probably (I highkey stan the weeknd)

Favourite candy: blue raspberry bonbons

Favourite holiday: Halloween

Tagging: anyone who wants to do it I guess

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Tf guys

You know what I don’t get? The fact that in fanon, it’s always Harry who makes a mess and Draco who’s the clean one. I mean think about it, Harry grew up needing to tidy every fucking thing in the house. He’d probably have a panic attack when the sink is filled with to-be-washed dishes or when there are dirty socks everywhere. 

Because what if uncle Vernon sees that? I bet Harry might not even allow himself to eat if he accidentally breaks a cup. After all that was the way things went for the first 10 years of his life. 

And then you have Draco, who might look immactulate, but who also grew up in a manor full of house elves. He’s probably the worst, most messy roommate you can get, because he’s a Malfoy. Malfoy’s don’t clean anything, they have staff for that. 

He’d just leave cups and socks (the Malfoy’s would have human staff for laundry. I mean Narcissa/Lucius washing their own dirty underwear? I think not) and towels everywhere, and expects them to be cleaned up by someone else. 

Idk, just something to think about

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Slytherin girls

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draco: Yeah, we’re nemesis but I would fuck you if you asked.

harry: What?

draco: What?

blaise, sipping tea in the background: You said you would fuck him if he asked.

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Imagine this

Draco is a muggle boy (shh just listen) and he loves the Harry Potter books so much like he’s read them repeatedly

One day when he is sitting in his bed room after a long and shitty day of his high school classes, there’s a tap on his window

He thinks it’s nothing so he just ignores it but when he hears it again he gets up to investigate

and then BOOM there is harry bloody potter on a fucking broom stick and draco almost has a heart attack

He thinks he’s dreaming but then Harry comes in and explains how he has to help him and surprise surprise

I mean idk it seems like an interesting concept for a fanfic

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I’ve always had this hc that Harry could be half-Arabic… and then I found this model.

I was shooketh to the ground by how perfect of an instagram au this would be!

I mean, just look at him:

If this isn’t real life Harry James Potter, then who the fuck —

SLDKFJGH

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The Origami Swans (Drarry)

In third year Draco sends Harry an origami swan each day (after the first one in potions) and Harry just shoves them in his bag or under his bed and ignores them. At first they contain insults and mean drawings but eventually Draco runs out of these and just starts writing or drawing whatever comes into his head at the time. He asks Harry questions that he assumes he will never read (“can you really speak parceltongue?” “why is your patronus a stag? that’s such a random animal I always thought it would be a lion or something” “why aren’t you allowed to go to hogsmeade?” “did you actually live with muggles?”) He does little doodles, these include a suspicious number of stags. Magical drawings of sparkling green eyes. Loads of sketches of Harry (concentrating in class, laughing at a joke, flying, running his hands through his hair, thoughtfully biting his lip during defense against the dark arts, biting his thumb in concentration etc). He’s finds comfort in the strange one-sided correspondence he has developed with Harry. He even apologises for some of their run-ins, and soon he is simply addressing his thoughts to Harry each day.

Harry doesn’t think too much of it after opening the first one - it’s just Malfoy being Malfoy after all - but as the swans show no signs of going away he becomes curious. He doesn’t open them but he also doesn’t throw them away, he simply puts them under his bed and tries to forget about them. It gets to the point where he expects to receive the origami swan each day, he becomes irritated by the fact that he doesn’t know what Malfoy’s motives are and he wants to open them so badly but he can’t because then Malfoy wins and that can’t happen.

Eventually he decides that if he doesn’t open at least one he’ll go mad, imagine his surprise when he picked a random one from the pile under his bed and opened it to find a funny magic doodle of Neville waving his wand at Boggart Snape and forcing him into a dress (and when he sees himself laughing in the background). He stays up well into the night opening each and every one of them, surprised to find that Malfoy actually has feelings and finding that he isn’t actually evil and he doesn’t /really/ hate him, he just pretends to. He gets to the strange backhanded compliments from when Malfoy was running out of insults and finds them hilarious.

He finds out that Malfoy is terrified of the peacocks in the grounds of Malfoy manor (they’re unexpectedly aggressive, okay?), his friends are like a family to him and aren’t just brainless lackeys, he’s a total mummy’s boy, his father is actually quite nice despite almost definitely being a death eater (just not to Harry), he hates his aunt Bellatrix, he loves flying more than anything, he has a secret book of pressed flowers hidden under his pillow. By the time he gets through them all he feels almost friendly towards him.

He doesn’t confront Malfoy, but he begins to quietly open each swan. Soon he starts to write little replies to each note, stashing them in a box under his bed (charmed to have two compartments, one for Malfoy’s and one for his responses) which expands magically. Somewhere along the way he stops thinking of him as Malfoy, and starts thinking of him as Draco instead, suppressing a smile each time he receives the origami swan.

One time he mistakenly smiles at Draco in the corridor, and Draco is so caught off guard that he smiles back and his slytherin friends are all losing their shit grinning and winking at each other because of course they know about Draco’s little notes (they may have intercepted one or two before they got to Potter, they sent them on of course, but not before they read them themselves) and they absolutely know that Draco has an enormous crush on the boy who lived, even if he won’t admit it himself.

In fourth year Draco is legitimately terrified for Harry (though he refuses to admit why), especially knowing that there are ex death eaters at hogwarts that are possibly endangering him. He puts these things into his notes, saying he wished he could tell him to his face but he probably wouldn’t believe him so what’s the point.

Throughout the third challenge, he’s in such a state of terror that his friends are genuinely worried about him. When he sees that Harry is alive, he’s so fucking relieved that he suddenly realises his feelings towards Harry are more than just friendly. He wanders the castle trying to think things out and decides that the only way to organise his thoughts is to write them down, and so he pours out his feelings and without giving it a thought, deftly folds the paper into an origami swan and takes out his wand. He hesitates, his wand lingering over the swan before impulsively flicking his wand, sending the swan to Harry. He probably wouldn’t read it anyway.

Later that evening he is hunted down by a flustered Harry Potter, who stares at him strangely for a long moment before pulling him into a kiss without a word. After a confused ten minutes of mumbled explanations between kisses, each of them has what’s more or less the whole story. Moments later they are spotted by several confused students as they were walking through the grounds holding hands.

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Attention (Drarry)

So apparently, I’m the worst kind of procrastinator because here I was sitting in front of my laptop and trying to start off with the kinkfest but it was 20 different kinds of stressful so I started with a prompt that I’d reblogged with the promise that I would write for it. I tried to search for it but I can’t find it, so here’s the prompt: 

Imagine someone telling Harry that he should have let Draco die in the Room of Requirement and Harry d e s t r o y i n g them. (verbally, of course.)

I meant for it to be short and snappy but it turned out to be something so completely different, and started off so differently as well that it can be counted as completely unrelated. Anway, here’s the fic-

It had been a pleasant day for Harry so far. Ron and Hermione hadn’t gotten into an argument with each other because of him, they hadn’t nagged at him or tried to give him a therapy-talk so far, and nobody-he meant absolutely nobody-had tried to tackle him or harass him or just go crazy over him in general. There had been polite nods of acknowledgement from the students he had come across, most of them being his classmates, but thankfully no extreme incidences which would result in his direct embarrassment or the gaining of all the extra attention that he frankly did not need at this point in his life.

So Harry was happy and smiling as he walked across the Quidditch pitch and headed to the Great Lake. But it seemed as if even though he did not need any extra attention and had not gotten any yet, it had still somehow managed to find him in the end.

“Ah, Potter.” A gust of wind and flash of a familiar broom-riding figure made Harry halt immediately. After all, there was an important reason for Harry to not want anyone’s attention, or at least the attention of one particular person. “I see that you are out and about, and you look quite happy about it.” That ‘particular person’ seemed to be standing in front of him with a slight sneer on his lips.

Harry scowled at him. “Leave me alone, Malfoy. I’m busy and I’ve got things to do.”

“Pray do tell me what those things are,” the prat replied, and the way he looked at Harry, those grey eyes glinting with amusement, absolutely infuriated him.

“Well, whatever they are, they’re certainly more important that you,” Harry said. He risked a side glance at Draco, who was now walking besides him with a small smile on his face. It wasn’t like Harry could fault him for it, though, as he was wearing a smile, quite genuine, on his own face.

He had been planning to take a leisurely stroll across the whole of Hogwarts, and had chanced across his ex-rival flying slow circles in the sky at the same time as he did every day.

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“By some magic, all the flowers in London bloomed at once on the 3rd of March that year.”

(aka ‘i love helga pataki and her heart picture from hey arnold! and i had to give draco a weird harry potter love locket’)

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“Mainly, I wanted to be happy.”

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i choose, i choose you

Title: i choose, i choose you

Word Count: 1027

Summary: It’s not about who we fall in love with, but what we do about it that defines us.

A/N: This is for @skarhead who is as talented as she is lovely which is to say, a great deal. You’re incredibly special and I’m lucky to call you a friend. <3

Thank you @unadulteratedstorycollector for the quick beta job. You’re the best, Kat!

Read below or here on AO3

The first time they kiss it is not perfect. Harry’s hands are shaking as they slide beneath Draco’s jumper, his breath smells like firewhiskey and treacle tart, and he looks unsure. It’s on the tip of Draco’s tongue to remind Potter that he doesn’t have to do anything he doesn’t want to, regardless of some stupid drinking game. But before he can speak Potter is crashing their lips together and it’s sloppy and a bit too forceful and Potter’s lips are chapped from spending all weekend flying.

Draco has never hated anyone as much as he does in that moment because only Potter could make the worst kiss of his life also the best one. Because Potter is too drunk to have any finesse, too inexperienced to know where to put his hands on another boy’s body, and yet his sincerity makes Draco weak in the knees. Potter might not have a single idea what he’s doing, but the knowledge that he’s doing it of his own free will has Draco coming in his pants as Potter presses him into the wall and sucks on his bottom lip.

There are kisses after that. Second and third and fourth kisses. 

The kissing gets better, more skilled. Potter figures out the best places to put his hands when they kiss - on Draco’s arse, or the tips of his fingers trailing down Draco’s stomach - but his sincerity never changes. Sometimes it takes Draco’s breath away to see the way Potter wants him. It shouldn’t be happening, but it does and it makes him feel a bit lightheaded.

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Valentine’s Day, 8th year 💖

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Drarry Headcanon

Every time Harry loses something, either Draco already has it or is looking for it. He returns each thing with a note, signed with a pen-name that The Brainless One was supposed to figure out was him.

In true, oblivious Harry Potter style, he didn't figure it out until someone (probably Hermione) spelled it out for him. He probably didn't even try to figure it out, just thinking it was cool that someone kept returning his things - almost like a guardian angel.

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Drarry Headcanon

Draco never knew about this, but in his sixth year he used to sleep walk a lot. Harry would often stumble across him while on the way to the kitchens and attempt stilted, awkward small talk with him before realising that he wasn't awake.

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- a novel by Draco Malfoy

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Potter in the streets, Harry in the sheets ;)

heeheehee

Felt like I needed something to post to start off 2018, so here’s some quick lil ole draco sketches because what even is a consistent artistic style? I don’t know her