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Just a random sketch of them

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Happy birthday, Harry!

It was Harry’s birthday this week — and of course, I completely forgot 🙈 So I had just a few hours that day to whip up a little present for him. I didn’t have time to finish everything, so the first version of the art ended up being black and white.

Then, while working on the colored version… I got tired. And somehow, Draco turned into a ghost (in my head it became a tragic AU where Harry actually did kill him in sixth year). Just because I was lazy. Oops.

If you saw the concerned reactions on Twitter — I’m really sorry for breaking your hearts 💔 But don’t worry: the final version is the real one. This is Harry and Draco in their eighth year, finally letting go of their hatred and (somehow!) becoming close.

Honestly, I think this is how it was always meant to be. ✨

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Cuties

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For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “brave” wc 100

A familiar drawl sounded behind Harry as he and Ron crossed the courtyard. “Well, you know what they say about brave little Gryffindors.”

Harry bit back the first words that came to mind (“What do they say, Malfoy?”), and said instead, “Good morning, Draco.”

Although Draco clearly enjoyed himself, smirking as Harry drew him close, he half-heartedly resisted. “Stop, I’m trying to bully you.”

“You’re doing a pretty shit job,” Harry murmured against his mouth. “Good morning.”

Ron sighed, exasperated. “I thought you two would finally be normal when you started dating.”

“Not on your life, Weasel,” Draco shot back.

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none but the brave

Written for the @drarrymicrofic prompt 'brave'. Filling the following 5 bingo squares: veela, werewolves, Harry POV, idiots in love, 250 words.

It had been different, with Fleur.

He hadn’t felt the compulsion. Not like Ron.

But now, watching Malfoy make his fashionably-late entrance into the pub, all pearlescent skin, hair like moonlight, Harry feels something snap.

Something primal.

He stands up so fast his chair scrapes loudly. Shouldering past a floating tray of firewhisky shots, almost toppling them, he grabs Malfoy’s wrist.

“Malfoy,” Harry says, breathless, “have I ever told you about the time I wrestled a rabid werewolf to the ground with my bare hands?”

“No, you haven't, Potter.” Malfoy's voice lilts, like birdsong, a quivering flute melody. “Because you never did that. You’re on the literal board of the Werewolf Rights charity, you idiot.”

Harry falters. Feels a bit stupid. 

Stupidly in love. 

And Malfoy just isn’t getting it. “I’d protect you!” Harry blurted, “if one ever tried to hurt you. I’d do anything—”

“Yes, yes, you’re terribly brave. Now, snap out of it.” He clicks his fingers, and like that, Harry's mind clears.

“Fuck, sorry about that.” He releases Malfoy's wrist. “I don’t usually fall for the allure.”

Malfoy frowns. “The what?”

“The Veela allure… that activated on your twenty-first birthday?”

“Do you believe every stupid rumour Witch Weekly prints?” Malfoy’s delighted laugh is musical and lovely, and Harry desperately wants to impress him all over again. What the hell—?

“So, wait, you’re not—”

“No, Potter. Now, does this sudden gallantry extend to buying me a birthday drink? Or do I have to fight a werewolf for it?”

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they’re a package pls do not separate 😔🙏

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HBDHP 😘

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY, but more importantly, IT'S HARRY'S BIRTHDAY TOO!!!!

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Hey guys something fucking bad happened

KOSA/the kids online safety act has been reintroduced into legislature after it passed Senate last year and then got snubbed. It is not unlike the bill that just passed in the UK a few weeks ago. If you don't want what happened in the UK to happen here, now would be a good time to vocally oppose it.

Here is a petition that can be signed by Americans. Attached to the petition is an easy tool that allows you to call and leave messages for your representatives. I have already done so. You can also email your representatives by searching for their name, most have message submission boards as well. This thing died once, it can die again.

Please sign/share the petition and contact your representatives.

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The bard and the tea merchant (they love each other)

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Lazy morning☀️

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passages that make you whisper "oh my god"

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@drarrymicrofic weekly challenge

Prompt: Expect

Word count: 160

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Expectation: Extend a hand and befriend Harry Potter; Together rule the halls of Hogwarts with heretofore unforseen levels of popularity and social capital

Reality: Spend six years being overshadowed by the most stunningly unremarkable wizard he ever had the misfortune of meeting.

Expectation: become the youngest wizard to take the dark mark and ascend the ranks to become the Dark Lord's right hand, restoring his family's legacy and power.

Reality: Spend a year and countless evenings vomiting into a sterling silver basin by his bed, door locked and warded as Lord Voldemort, his snake, and a werewolf haunt the halls of Malfoy Manor.

Expectation: Run off and keep his head down, avoid the headlines (and public perception as a whole) to live a quiet, solitary life of a potioneer in the south of Wales.

Reality: Have his photo splashed above the fold of the daily prophet, head thrown back in an unbecoming guffaw, as he strolls hand-in-hand with Harry Potter

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This really summarizes all of my feelings about that cursed epilogue so perfectly 🥲

Expect

"I just think it's expected of me."

"Expected? By whom, Potter?"

"I don't know, Draco...perhaps the invisible author of my life, or something?"

"Mmm."

"Mmm, what?"

"You really think that the author of your life, who, incidentally, doesn't exist, lacks so much creativity that they expect you to marry Ginerva Weasley, your first girlfriend?"

"She wasn't my first!"

"Surely we're not counting your soggy cup of tea with Chang?"

"There's no need to be rude."

"Potter. If the author of your life was, I don't know, let's say Dickens, you would go through great challenges in life and discover how little you had in common with your childhood sweetheart in the process. Or if it was, Austen, you would meet the love of your life early in your story, but you would both make terrible mistakes and have to learn deep personal lessons before you could be together."

"I suppose so."

"No author worth their salt would be so lazy as to have you marrying Ginerva and popping out 2.5 children by the time you're 25 and naming them after your parents and Hagrid."

"Dumbledore."

"Pardon?"

"I'd name the third one after Dumbledore."

"You've actually thought about this?"

"No?"

"Well. We're just lucky that I came along to save you from what could only be described as a godawful epilogue."

"And to provide all the gay sex."

"Indeed."

"Which I expect to have lots of in my epilogue."

"I'm sure we can edit that in."

"Brilliant."

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Harry James Potter

he was openly bisexual. he didn't know that but he was

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"you don't owe anyone anything" You are a tar pit. Speak for yourself. I personally owe the cafe employees my dishes put away and my friends a listening ear and small scared insects a cup and a gentle trip outside. Hyperindividualism is a rancid infection borne of capitalism and willfully misinterpreted therapyspeak and I will defy it by continuing to be kind regardless of whether or not it benefits me personally