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You will regret this for the rest of your life.

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draco was just a rage baiter and harry fell for it every time

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Harry: today's fun fact is that there are 27 bones in my hand!

Draco: mhm, mhm, wanna make it 28?

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post fall making out

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GONE GIRL 2014 — David Fincher

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Hannibal S2E10 Naka-choko

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brave

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt brave

Draco turns ’round when Harry’s in a weird half-crouch, having changed his mind: right leg forwards is better.

“Merlin’s bells, what are you doing?” Draco pulls him up. Fusses at Harry’s hair. “Mon éclair, you’re sweating! Are you ill?”

Harry thrusts the ring box at him. “Want to get married?”

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love when fictional men are so devoted to their partner it makes them dangerous and insane. very slutty behavior keep it up king

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# the myth, the legend, the baddest bitch of all

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op turned reblogs off but i need this one so bad

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“I HEARD YOUR HEARTS DANCING!”

He's definitely gonna crash out about this

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— via @free-my-mindd

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More Drarry

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rip harry potter, you would’ve definitely won the hunger games. and i don’t just mean because he can go ages without food due to the dursleys’ starvation.

you’re polyjuiced as a muscular, scary wizard running through the ministry? lean into the intimidation and act like a pureblood supremacist and threaten everyone to get them to comply as you get the muggle-borns out.

you need to free a house-elf whose being poorly treated? wrap your sock over the diary knowing lucius will throw to the side towards dobby and hence free him.

you need your shitty relatives to sign the permission slip? tease them about revealing your horridly abnormal identity as a wizard to the guests coming over.

you need to get your shitty relatives to let you go to the quidditch cup? tell them your godfather is a murderer and that you write to him and intentionally leave out the part that he’s innocent.

you need to manoeuvre a literal dragon to get the egg? fly in circles to make it dizzy and back and forth so it can’t blow fire and high up so it’ll eventually move up so you can zip down and snatch the egg.

you’re trapped in the department of mysteries with your friends? get you and your friends to topple all the shelves and make a run for it.

need to eavesdrop on snape and karkaroff’s conversation? intentionally spill your potion and pretend that you’re innocently just cleaning up.

you need to get back to hogwarts after enduring the cruciatus curse and then duelling voldemort? run at full speed, while dodging spells, with an injured leg and the weight of cedric’s body to the portkey and successfully get away.

your friend needs a confidence boost? successfully gaslight him and everyone else into thinking you added a lucky potion.

the new minister of magic is insinuating that you should be more involved with the ministry and use it to become an auror? actually, no, what he’s actually doing is trying to milk my fame to control public opinion into thinking i support them so that they’ll support them.

oh dobby, you say that malfoy always goes up to the seventh floor with other students? actually what’s happening is that draco flinched in the robes shop be cause he didn’t want the person to see his dark mark, and he went behind the desk in borgin and burkes to show the mark in his left arm. oh, and the reason he’s on the seventh floor is because he’s going to the room of requirements which is also why it isn’t showing on the marauder’s map. oh and hermione, that girl who dropped the brass scales, that was crabbe or goyle polyjuiced to watch the door and alert malfoy if the coast was clear as well as the girls who were following malfoy and the one who dropped the toadspawn.

dumbledore wants me to get information out of slughorn? refill the wine bottle so he drinks more to make him susceptible, reminisce about my mother who was his favourite student and guilt trip this member of authority by mentioning his reluctance to help defeat the wizard who killed lily evans who gave her life to save me and emotionally manipulate him by saying he should be brave like my mother and tell him how noble he’d be for doing it.

a true icon.

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come here

prompt: ‘welcome’ @drarrymicrofic | wc: 515 | rating: M

Standing on his doorstep in the silvery light, too sharp to be a dream. Harry swallows the urge to eat the smirk right off his face.

“You’re not wel—”

Malfoy never misses a crack in the armour; he’s kicking the door shut before Harry can blink.

“—come here.”

His back hits the wall. Hands pressed half-hearted against Malfoy’s chest, a pitiful barricade.

“Not welcome where?” Malfoy’s voice dips low, deliberate. “In your life?” He shoves his thigh between Harry’s legs. “Inside you?”

Harry bites his lip, lets his lashes shutter. Ron might’ve been wrong when he said he doesn’t lose his head in a crisis. Malfoy’s entire being is an ambush.

Irritation snaps, spills over. Harry drags him down by the hair, kisses him aggressively. Sometimes it’s better to storm the trap before it can spring. Or so he tells himself.

Malfoy’s touch always dawns bruising—then sinks beneath the skin, turns tender. Harry feels it when the smirk melts into a sigh; rolls it back into his mouth, half-stolen.

He goes pliant faster than he’d like to admit.

“Fuck you,” he gasps as Malfoy flips him, shoves him face-first into the wall, trousers barely pushed past his knees.

“Next time.”

Malfoy’s teeth nip at his throat, vicious, like he’s prey. Sometimes Harry wishes he’d just bloody catch him already. Mount him above the mantle like a prize, claim him, call him his.

He’s so tired of running.

“You always say that.”

“And you always open so sweetly for me,” Malfoy murmurs. “What can I say? I’m an opportunist.” He thrusts hot and slick between his thighs, and Harry loses his breath to a moan.

. . .

Later, a trail of clothes marks their path to the bedroom.

Harry’s boneless and stupid. Malfoy’s stained pink and soft at the edges. Limbs tangled together—that part of the night where Harry pretends he’s too fucked-out to extract himself. Where Malfoy’s too sated to notice his fingers are still curled into Harry’s, or just feeling charitable enough not to pull away.

“You’re welcome to shower,” Harry mumbles eventually, eyes still closed, as if that could keep him out, keep him from settling into his skin.

“It’s late.”

“Yeah, alright.”

“Shite. I don’t know where I put my wand.”

“Go find it then,” Harry grumbles, rolling away.

Malfoy snorts. “Is this how you treat all your guests?”

Harry rolls back over, indignant. “Well, I don’t usually let them jostle me about into the ungodly hours of the morning, do I?”

He shouldn’t have looked. Malfoy’s rumpled and disgruntled and devastating, all wrapped up in Harry’s sheets. It’s just rude.

It’s ruder still when he pounces—Harry’s pinned under him in a flash.

“You poor thing. Want me to jostle you into the godly hours of the morning, do you?”

His grin stretches just a little too soft to be predatory.

Harry blinks up at him, at his unreasonably lovely face, hardly daring to hope. “You want to stay the night?”

“Oh. Well, I suppose,” Malfoy drawls slyly, “if you’re insisting.” He swoops down to kiss him before he can reply.

thank you @citrusses for the beta! ����🏼 | on ao3

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hiii i love ur art so much!!

If I may request model draco with or without harry losing his mind over it?

You just know Harry has a copy or 10 in his bedroom drawer