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A little redraw, we love an unhinged jealous Draco 🙂‍↕️

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So this happened 😭 The lovely @toomuchplor sent me this incredible package and I can’t quite describe the feeling of awe that I got from holding these books (actual physical books!) in my hands.

Plor, you’re so talented, thank you so much for making my little stories into something tangible. All the details make me well up🥹

Look how the titles move! So clever and cool!😍

I keep picking them up and looking at them over and over, they will be treasured like the prized possessions they are🥰

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"you like me? you like my personality?"

"I was surprised, too."

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So this happened 😭 The lovely @toomuchplor sent me this incredible package and I can’t quite describe the feeling of awe that I got from holding these books (actual physical books!) in my hands.

Plor, you’re so talented, thank you so much for making my little stories into something tangible. All the details make me well up🥹

Look how the titles move! So clever and cool!😍

I keep picking them up and looking at them over and over, they will be treasured like the prized possessions they are🥰

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A post-Azkaban 90s hot dad Sirius just because.

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long hair harry if u please

i do please

its not a ministry regulation cut but what good is fame if u cant use it for half up half down. hes going to quit anyway HAHAHHAH

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fanservice of Harry in crop top hehe

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i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

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Family Weekend

I don’t think I did one for ‘welcome’ so here’s this! @drarrymicrofic. I think this is rated somewhere between T and M.

The ‘Welcome Parents’ banner is lopsided, but that’s the least of Harry’s worries.

The most of them, however, walks into the Great Hall and makes a beeline for his carbon-copy son at the Slytherin table. Harry bites back a groan; he’d been hoping it’d be the boy’s mother. But, no such luck.

Harry has a perfect view of the Great Hall from his seat at the High Table. His eyes should be on his plate, or on Neville chatting with Padma about lesson plans. But his gaze is glued to the twin shocks of blond hair; he thinks he can see Malfoy throw his head back and laugh at something his son said.

Something molten and raw rises in Harry—rage, he thinks—and he wants to—

Just then, a gentle stinging hex hits him in the side. He yelps, though luckily only loud enough to draw brief, curious glances from Neville and Padma.

He frowns and looks around for the culprit. “What in the world—” he breaks off when he sees Hermione glaring at him from the Headmaster’s chair, twirling her wand in her hand. Behave, she mouths, looks pointedly at Malfoy, and then back at Harry.

Harry scowls. A blush creeps up his neck. He takes a spiteful bite of his food and huffs. It’s one weekend, he thinks. I can keep my distance from Malfoy for a weekend. I’ll show her. He even looks up from his plate to glance nonchalantly over at the Slytherin table, just to prove to himself how unaffected he is. Malfoy is just another parent among the sea of others visiting their children. Harry can look at him briefly and without incident.

He nearly jolts when he sees Malfoy staring back at him, smirk in full force, visible even from across the hall.

The raw-molten feeling resurges, and with it, two simultaneous realizations:

1. That’s not rage.

2. I’m completely fucked.

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How it should have been. The bathroom scene.

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I wasn’t going to post this originally but here, have this little stress relief exercise I did for 30 minutes whilst procrastinating my thesis today! ⚰️ Based on the ‘creature’ palette/prompt for Drawing Drarry

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brief

You might have imagined it.

The classroom was hectic, curses crashing against charmed barriers, shaking the air, exploding into sound and sparks.

So you might have imagined his eyes on you, the curious heat in them, quick and golden as a snitch.

But you don’t think you did.

@drarrymicrofic prompt "brief" same universe as ground. these horny auror trainees are not done with me.

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@drarrymicrofic weekly challenge Prompt: brief (narrator: "holygnocchi was not brief") Word count: 609 Thank you to @citrusses for the beta 🫶

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It’s been nine months since Draco was released from Azkaban, his record expunged, contingent on a stint restoring moth-eaten manuscripts in an abandoned corner of the Ministry archives.

It’s been eight months, 29 days, and 13 hours since he learned the only reason he was freed was because the Savior of the Wizarding World saw fit to save him, too.

It's been three weeks since Draco, nose stuck in a book he’d nipped from the archives, rounded the corner into the Ministry lunchroom and ran smack into the broad, firm chest of one Harry James Potter. It was the first time Draco had seen him outside the front pages of the Prophet. Harry’s hands had flown to Draco’s upper arms, steadying him with a “Whoa there, Malfoy!” 

With anyone else Draco would have apologized, politely and effusively. His reputation being…what it was. But it was Harry. And his dumb, symmetrical face. Infuriatingly, an easy, amused smile had replaced the suspicious scowl from school. Draco snapped.

“I know the sea parts for you wherever you go, Potter, but do try not to run over us mere mortals.” Nose in the air, he beelined to the nearest loo, hyperventilated in a stall, and skipped lunch altogether.

It takes the entirety of those three weeks for Draco to work up the nerve to confront Potter again.

It takes five minutes and 19 seconds to get from the Ministry’s subterranean 11th floor up to the second. Nine and a half, today, because Gilbert from Accounts catches him by the breakroom to drone on – again – about his 15th century gobstone collection. Draco spends about 6.2 seconds contemplating if it would be worth taking the next boat back to Azkaban just to escape this particular form of torture. 

In total, it’s 372 steps from Draco’s bleak, windowless office to the DMLE bullpen, with its charmed floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking St. James Park. Harry sits at a desk in the far corner, afternoon light glinting off his glasses as he throws his head back, laughing at something Weasley says. He sees Draco and stills. The flutter of nerves turns to a riot in Draco’s gut and he’s glad he skipped breakfast.

Draco must say something, or maybe he just stands there grimacing so intensely Harry feels compelled into action once again, because Harry is crossing the room toward him, Weasley watching hawk-eyed from their shared cubicle. The other Aurors are no longer pretending to be engrossed in their paperwork as Harry stops in front of Draco. 

“Do you need something, Malfoy?” His voice is pitched low in an attempt at privacy. Everyone else in the room wears expressions of mild suspicion or blatant distaste. One Ministry meathead clearly expects a fight and is leaning forward in his chair, eyes bright with bloodlust. But Harry’s expression is searching, open.

It sends heat flaring through Draco, an exothermic reaction of embarrassment and shame, resentment and attraction. But he’s come this far. “There are some things I need to say to you. Preferably in private.” Draco tries for a good-natured smile of his own. An unfamiliar contortion that probably comes across as a wince. But Harry just nods, once, and gestures down the hall to an empty conference room. 

When the door clicks behind them, Draco takes a steadying breath. Feels the air pressing against his ribcage, holds it there until it burns in his lungs. His first week out of Azkaban he wrote a letter he never sent. He went through dozens of sheets of parchment and countless words until the ink on his quill ran dry. Today he’ll keep it brief. Just two simple words to start. 

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Some Harry Potter stuff

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Brief

For the @drarrymicrofic prompt, “brief.”

He’d meant for the kiss to be a quick thing—a risky goodbye before they graduate and go their separate ways.

But Harry cups his face in both hands and returns the kiss tenfold. When they finally part, they’re wide-eyed and breathless.

And no longer interested in saying goodbye after all.

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