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I love that the nicest community I’ve been in so far has been the pain and suffering community

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I’m so emotional about dinosaur stuffed animals,,, there are these creatures, extinct long before any of us were alive, but we found their bones and their eggs and their footprints. And we made drawings and models of what they could’ve looked like. And we made them into stuffed animals so we could hold them. We made them soft so we could love them. I’m sobbing

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Gryffindor Student: *sighs* Professor Potter is so hot

Their friend: careful. Don't let Professor Malfoy hear you say that.

Draco: *walking by, trying not to laugh* yeah I hear that Professor Malfoy can be very territorial

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So I joined the HD Hurt/Comfort Fest and I'm beyond excited and like I've made friends I think? Like I feel like there's such a huge part of the fandom I've been missing out on entirely! Anyways just wanted to say I'm hella excited

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Spells and hexes flew from Harry's wand in quick succession "I'm in love with you!" Harry nearly shouted it like a spell itself. Sweat was beginning to drip down his brow and he was panting. He narrowly dodged a stinging hex.

Draco didn't even seem shocked by his confession, his face only showing the same exhaustion Harry was feeling. "You tell me now?!" His dueling partner of over an hour shouted between casts. He jerked his head to fling the blond hair out of his eyes.

Harry bounced an Expelliarmus off of a nearby wall, finally disarming Draco. "Felt like as good a time as any." He doubled over to catch his breath, offering a sly smile at the blond.

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Coping (pt 2/2)

I wrote part 1 as like a one shot microfic just to publish here but then I couldn't leave it at that ending. So go read part 1 if you haven't already. Thanks.

There Harry sat in the floor with his back against the couch and his head thrown back to rest against the cushion. He felt sorry for himself. He wondered why he'd let Draco go. He'd almost had the man who frequented his daydreams. He'd told him he loved him, words he'd been trying to figure out how to say since the day he realized they were true. He had put so much thought into the perfect way to tell Draco only for them to come out in a rejection.

Only Harry would manage to confess his love for and reject Draco at the same time. Only Harry would manage to do it all to Draco a day after he'd received news of his mother dying. And only Harry would manage to be selfish enough to sit in his floor, moping and feeling sorry for himself while Draco grieved the loss of his mother.

Not that Draco was grieving in that moment, he reminded himself. Draco was actually out making a mistake that would only make him feel worse in the morning. Going home with someone was Draco's favorite way to ignore his emotions. But those emotions would still be there when he was ready to leave his one night stand.

And so would Harry. He'd come back to Harry's in the morning, like he always did, and Harry would make him coffee, give him a Sober-Up potion and try to comfort him. Harry would try to get him to talk about his feelings but he never would. Instead he preferred to bottle up his emotions during the day and repeat the process at night. Typically this would go on for a few days until Draco finally decided to deal with how he was feeling, accepting Harry's comfort and offers to talk.

And Harry knew he would do it again this time. He'd be there for Draco, watch Draco choose meaningless hookups with other people over a conversation with Harry. He'd stick around while Draco stomped on his heart because he cares for Draco too much to leave him. The only difference was that this time Harry wouldn't wonder if Draco knew how he felt and was just ignoring it. He'd know that that was the case. This time he couldn't pretend Draco's rejection was actually obliviousness.

Harry wasn't sure how long he'd been sitting there but it was at least a couple hours and he was content to stay for a couple more. He summoned the Firewhiskey, even opened it but never drank. He was exhausted, too exhausted to go up the stairs to bed.

Too exhausted to even notice that someone had come through his Floo until they were sitting beside him, mimicking his position.

Harry opened his eyes when he felt a shoulder against his. He turned his head to see silver blue eyes meeting his.

"Hey," Draco whispered.

"Hey," Harry lifted his head from the couch. "You're here?"

Draco nodded. "I got to the pub. Had a few drinks. Chatted up some guy and when we were about to leave to go to his place, I realized you were right. It wouldn't make me feel better."

Harry turned his body to face Draco. "So you came here." He frowned, confused.

"I started to think about what would make me feel better, what always makes me feel better." He trailed off, looking like he expected Harry to say something. When Harry didn't, he said, "You."

"Oh." Harry scolded himself internally for the dumb response. Here Draco was, saying all the right things and the best he could come up with was 'oh'?

Draco didn't seem to mind his response though. "I was hoping we could skip the part where I jump from stranger to stranger and instead go straight to the part where you make me breakfast and we talk?" He suddenly looked nervous, almost like he expected Harry to turn him away.

Harry was shocked silent. He wasn't entirely sure it was actually happening. His mind seemed to empty of all words in that moment.

"We don't have to. I can just leave. I understand if you're tired of comforting me. I just barged in without warning. I can go," Draco rambled to fill the silence.

"No!" Harry put his hand on Draco's leg to prevent him from leaving. "I mean, no. Stay. I'll go start that breakfast." He stood up from the floor and offered a hand down to Draco to help him up.

Draco took his hand with a grateful, tired smile. "Thanks, Harry."

And the two ate breakfast together, despite it being midnight. They talked about Draco's grief and Harry helped him process the loss as best he could. They didn't talk about Harry's confession. It didn't seem like the right time, but Harry thought he saw a difference in the way Draco looked at him, a good difference. Something Harry tucked away to consider addressing later. When they were out of words to say and tears to shed, it was nearly four am.

Draco decided to spend the night. Harry offered to sleep on the couch and give Draco his bed, but Draco didn't want to be alone. So Harry held him until he fell asleep in his arms. And it was perfect, absolutely perfect. A night Harry wouldn't soon forget.

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Harry: I think I'm in love with Malfoy

Hermione: ya think?

Ron: duh

Ginny: it's about time

Luna: you weren't aware?

Fred & George: there's a shocker

McGonagall: we know

Snape: obviously

*Meanwhile*

Draco: ugh how do I make him notice me

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Coping

"I've got you. I've got you." Harry wrapped his arms around Draco's shaking body, holding him tight against his own chest. "Shhh. I've got you."

Draco sobbed in his arms, loud and ugly and unrefined. The sound of his sorrow made Harry's heart break. Harry lowered them to the ground until Draco was sitting between his legs, his back against Harry's chest. His hands went to pull at his hair, a negative response to stress. Harry grabbed his wrists to pull them away so he wouldn't harm himself.

"Draco, breathe. Breathe. It's ok," Harry said into Draco's shoulder.

Draco pulled his knees up to his chest. "I can't," he choked out between sobs, shaking his head. "I-I can't."

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his eyes and he willed them away. "Yes, you can, Draco. Come on. Breathe for me. In . . . Out . . . In . . . Out . . ." He exaggerated his breaths so his chest would move with each one, moving Draco with him.

Draco continued to sob and wail and hyperventilate, but Harry kept talking him through breaths until he seemed to start to try to mimick him.

"That's it. There you go," Harry encouraged, praising Draco for his efforts to calm down. "Just like that, Draco. Just keep breathing with me."

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"Thank you," Draco said minutes after he'd calmed down, his voice cutting through the quiet, the only sound in the air their synchronized breathing.

Harry had let go of Draco's wrists to wrap his arms around his waist. "Always. It's what I'm here for."

Draco turned his head to get a glimpse of the man holding him, grounding him. His gaze was met with Harry's. He turned in the bracket of Harry's outstretched legs so they were chest to chest. He searched Harry's eyes and then kissed him, rough and heated.

"Woah," Harry said, breaking the contact. "What're you-" He broke off unsure of how he wanted to finish that question.

"Please," Draco said, peppering open-mouthed wet kisses to Harry's jaw and neck. "I need this. I need . . . something." He sucked on his skin where Harry's neck met his shoulder.

"I—" Harry started, his words lost in a soft groan when Draco dragged his teeth lightly against the sensitive patch of skin. "I—Draco, this isn't—I don't—Draco." He held his hands up awkwardly, unsure what to do.

Draco took Harry's hands and put them on his waist. "Shh. Stop talking and kiss me."

Harry pulled away, removing his hands from Draco's body again. "Draco, we can't."

"Why not?" Draco moved his hands under the hem of Harry's shirt, running his fingers over his abs. "Please," he breathed. His tongue darted out to lick his lips.

Harry couldn't stop his eyes from tracking the movement. He shook his head, regaining his focus. "Draco, why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to be distracted. So please, distract me." He leaned back in to kiss Harry again.

Harry wanted to give Draco exactly what he was looking for. His body was already responding to the touch of the other man—the man he'd been secretly in love with for months. It took more strength than he even knew he had to deny him when it was what they both wanted. "Draco." It came out as more of a moan than it was supposed to. "Draco," he tried again. "This isn't a good idea. Merlin, you make it hard to do the right thing."

"Then don't," Draco whispered seductively. He nipped playfully at Harry's earlobe.

Harry tilted his head to give Draco better access to his throat and felt a teardrop fall on his neck. He moved away again, standing this time to back out of Draco's reach entirely. "Draco, you can't use sex to avoid your feelings."

Draco stood so they were on the same level again. "Why not," he mumbled.

"I'm here for you, Draco. I'm not going anywhere. But I love you too much to let you do something unhealthy that you'll regret. I want you. Fuck, I want you. I have for a long time. But not like this."

Draco closed his eyes and let out a deep breath through his nose. He nodded and ran his hands through his hair. "Fine." He stormed off past Harry.

"Draco, wait. Where are you going?" Harry knew the answer. He wasn't sure why he asked when he knew he didn't want to hear it.

"If you won't fuck me until I forget how miserable I am, I'm going to go find someone who will." His expression was closed off. He turned on his heel to continue making his exit.

It hurt Harry to hear him say it. "Draco, please. This won't make you feel better. You know it won't."

"It will in the moment and that's all I want right now." He didn't even look back at Harry when he said it.

Harry felt tears begin to prickle his own eyes as he watched the man he loved, on his way to self destruct, to sleep with someone else. Harry felt like he might be sick at the thought of someone taking advantage of Draco's grief. He felt like he might be sick at the thought of Draco letting them.

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Harry: *to cashier* thanks have a great day!

Cashier: you too!

Draco: back off bitch! He's not interested!

Harry: I don't think—

Draco: oh please. She was clearly flirting.

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"Don't move," Harry whispers in his ear urgently, gripping Draco's hips to prevent him from standing from Harry's lap.

Confused, Draco shifts in Harry's lap to look at him. That's when he feels something hard and familiar brushing the underside of his thigh.

"Fuck," Harry mumbles at the friction. "Just give me a minute."

Draco smirks and turns back to the group, knowing his expression is probably giving himself away but he couldn't care less. He's too busy thinking about the ways he would be giving himself away to Harry behind the closed doors of his bedroom later that evening.

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Draco: you suck

Harry: and suddenly you're complaining?

Draco: *blushes profusely*

~~or alternatively~~

Draco: you suck

Harry: and quite well if your reactions are anything to go by

Draco: *blushes profusely*

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Prompt - hostage

200 words

Draco pulled Harry in for a hug before shoving him in the chest. "No! Potter, you idiot! Don't you get it? I'm the bait. They're trying to draw you out. You're giving them exactly what they want. You shouldn't be here!" He shook his head in disbelief as tears began to well in his eyes, partly because until now he thought he'd never see Harry again and partly because he knew that Harry had just made a huge mistake.

Harry reached out and pulled Draco back into his embrace, whispering close to his ear. "Don't you get it, Draco? I know. I know that I'm giving them what they want. I know that I'm risking my life. I know that I probably won't make it out of here alive. But it's all worth it just for the possibility that you do make it out of here alive."

"What are you saying?" Draco moved to look Harry in the eyes without leaving his arms.

"I'm saying that I love you and if this is how I die I'm alright with that because I know I did everything I could to save you. And I got to see you one last time."

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Healing

(So I read a fic where Harry was the mole and Draco had to heal him after he was discovered and it inspired this. If I could remember what the fic was called I'd tag it but I can't find it for the life of me.)

"Wh-where's Harry," Draco croaked. It was the first thing out of his mouth when he woke up.

"He's busy," Ginny responded vaguely. She and Hermione took turns watching over the makeshift infirmary they'd set up for Draco in their hideout while Ron and Harry and a team of Aurors were out finishing the mission. Ginny had accepted the job reluctantly after being assured repeatedly that Draco wouldn't be waking up any time soon so Hermione could take her shift sleeping.

While she appreciated all that he'd done with this particular mission— going undercover to gain the trust of the criminals in order to find out more about their plans and report back to the Aurors before he was eventually found out and tortured—she wasn't sure she'd ever be able to forgive him for what he stole from her. So she avoided his eyes and conversation as much as she could.

Harry burst in, shoving aside the tarp they'd hung up to block off the infirmary. "I'm here," he said, gaze not even bothering to fall on Ginny as he quickly strode past her. He was covered in dirt and blood, his clothes torn. "I'm here, Draco. I'm right here."

"Harry," Draco sighed.

Harry was at his side in an instant, holding Draco's outstretched hands and leaning in to rest their foreheads together. "I'm here," he whispered again, eyes closed as they embraced each other.

Ginny looked away in time to see Ron pass through the tarp. Her big brother took one look at the scene in front of him and gave Ginny a pitying smile that told her he understood she was hurting and that everything—including herself again eventually—would be fine.

She looked back at them—Harry making sure Draco was comfortable and Draco trying to make sure Harry wasn't hurt from the mission—and for the first time since she and Harry broke up, she realized that they really do make a cute couple.

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Backing the Wrong Horse

Harry came home with a split lip, bloody nose, cut on his brow, blood on his knuckles, and what were probably the tell-tale of signs of oncoming bruises. He tried to duck into the bathroom to clean himself up without being noticed, but failed.

He knew exactly what Draco would say before he even said it. "Harry! What were you thinking?" He caught his boyfriend in the hallway, exiting the bathroom just as Harry was about to enter.

"You don't even know what happened," Harry protested.

Draco held Harry's chin carefully to turn his head so he could get a better look at the damage done. "Clearly you got into a fight of some sort. I'm not an idiot."

Harry let Draco examine him. "Yeah, but you don't know that I started it." He stepped past Draco into the bathroom.

"So you didn't start it?" Draco asked, grabbing a wash cloth from the linen closet before following Harry into the bathroom.

Harry turned on the tap and scrubbed at his knuckles instead of answering.

That was answer enough for his boyfriend. "Harry!" Draco scolded. He wet the rag with warm water from the bathtub faucet, not making Harry share the small sink. "Sit down," he said with a sigh when Harry finished washing his hands.

Harry sat on the edge of the bathtub with his knees spread open. Draco stood between his boyfriend's legs and dabbed at the blood on his face. "He had it coming," Harry mumbled.

Draco sighed again. "Harry, you can't keep fighting everyone who speaks poorly of the Malfoys. We were Death Eaters who housed the Dark Lord. We were on the wrong side of a war that hurt thousands of people." Draco referenced the great evilness of his family's past as he used a featherlight gentleness to doctor his partner's injuries; the irony was not lost on Harry.

"You had no choice. Lucius made those decisions for your family, and he's still paying for those sins. Besides, the person they should be blaming is Voldemort, not you."

Draco tossed the bloodied cloth into a hamper, seemingly satisfied with his work. Then he pulled out his wand to heal Harry's cuts. "It doesn't matter. You're defending the wrong people, Harry—hold still." Once the skin had healed on his eyebrow and lip, Draco reset Harry's nose.

Harry's eyes watered. He moved his jaw and scrunched his nose a couple times. "Thank you." He took Draco's hands and pulled him in close. "You were a child. It's been more than a decade. You're a good person. You've done more than enough to make up for any mistakes you made back then. Between your charity work and job as a Healer, you're practically a saint. I'll always defend you."

Draco rested his hands on Harry's shoulders, looking down at him fondly. "I am far from a saint. You need to stop getting in fights over me. You're going to get in trouble or get seriously hurt."

"I'll stop getting in fights when people stop being assholes."

Draco snorted and rolled his eyes affectionately. It brought Harry relief to know that he wasn't angry with him. "That's never going to happen."

"Once people realize that I'd do anything for you, they'll stop. I've just got to punch enough people to get my point across." Harry stood up and wrapped his arms around Draco's waist, kissing him once on the mouth.

Draco let out a small chuckle. "You're a brute and an idiot."

"But I'm your brute," Harry said with a cheeky grin.

"And my idiot." Draco ruffled a hand through Harry's messy curls before pulling him in for another kiss.

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More Drarry Headcannons

Harry and Ginny end up friends eventually (whether their breakup was messy or not) but Draco will always be at least a tad jealous of her

The friend groups collide, maybe they don't mesh the best at first but they do learn to get along and enjoy each other's company even if it's a frenemy situation

Draco is a worrier just in general about nearly everything but especially about Harry's wellbeing and their children

Draco would be absolutely appalled at hearing Harry tell their kids about his time at Hogwarts because don't give them ideas on how to misbehave

Harry is the fun dad while Draco is the strict dad so they have to balance each other out

Pansy is 100% the cool wine aunt

They were each others first boyfriend

People obviously weren't very pleased to find out about their relationship but Harry is always ready to go to bat for Draco (verbally or physically) but no one wants to upset the Boy Who Lived Twice

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Prompt - sidewalk

"I hate you, Malfoy!" The words were out before Harry could stop them. He instantly wished to take them back.

In front of him stood his husband of only a few months, Draco Potter. He hadn't associated with the Malfoy name since the Second Wizarding War. Before he became a Potter, he and his mother had chosen to legally change their last names to her maiden name: Black. Harry hadn't called him Malfoy since they were boys, since they were enemies.

Draco flinched at Harry's outburst. His eyes began to well with tears, but his stare into Harry's eyes never wavered.

Harry shook his head slowly. "Draco, I-" he sputtered, "Draco I didn't—I wasn't—Dray, please." He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say. He just wanted to be able to unsay all of those words. He didn't mean it. Of course, he didn't mean it. It was just his anger talking. He loved Draco.

Draco held up a hand to stop Harry's babbling. With tears faintly beginning to fall down his cheeks, he offered a sad smile to Harry, nodded his head once, and made to walk out of their house. He didn't Apparate or take the Floo. He just walked himself to the front door intending to leave that way.

Harry ran after him, catching him in the entryway and grabbing his shoulder to spin him around so they were face to face. Tears had already began to stream down his face. Once he was looking into Draco's sad eyes he loosened his grip and slid his hand down Draco's arm to intertwine their fingers, grabbing his other hand to do the same. "Draco don't leave. Please." It was barely even a whisper.

"Harry, let me go." Draco's voice was gentle, more of a plea than a demand. It was like all of the anger that fueled their argument only moments before was gone without a trace now.

Harry was stubborn. Always had been. "No. I'm not letting you go. I'll never let you go because I love you." He lifted Draco's hands to kiss his knuckles. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I—"

"But you did mean it!" Draco yanked both of his hands out of Harry's grasp. Harry opened his mouth to protest but Draco continued with his outburst. "Maybe not just now, but you used to. You hated me! And I hated you too." His tears came more steadily. He swiped at them quickly on his cheeks, looking away from Harry, fidgeting with his wedding ring.

Harry took a step closer, putting them almost chest to chest, to catch his gaze again. "So what? What does it matter that we used to hate each other?"

"How can something good and healthy come from something so awful? How do you expect us to be happy together when our entire relationship is rooted in a place of anger?" He hung his head, looking altogether defeated as his gaze tracked the movement of his wedding band where he fiddled with it.

Harry lifted Draco's head with his index finger under his chin, bringing Draco's gaze to meet his own. "Our entire relationship isn't rooted in anger. It's rooted in forgiveness. Yes, we hated each other. Yes, we were awful little shits to each other. But you and I both know that we aren't those people anymore. We've grown. We've changed."

"But have we?" Draco whispered. "We still fight and argue all the time. Maybe we aren't capable of moving past that." His eyes bore into Harry's, searching for answers.

"You really think our disagreements are anything like what they used to be?"

"Well, no, but—"

"Of course not! Because we've changed." Harry continued at Draco's still unconvinced expression. "Couples argue. Hermione and Ron do, Pansy and Luna do, even Molly and Arthur argue sometimes." Harry held Draco's face in his palms, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "We're going to argue, Dray, but that's not a bad thing. It's not the same as how we used to argue and you know that."

"But—"

Harry shook his head to stop Draco's rebuttal. "Our history isn't great, sure. Hell, we were on opposite sides of an entire war. But that doesn't matter because what we have now does matter and it's good. We're good. We're like the grass that grows in the cracks of the sidewalk, alive and well despite everything that's been put on us."

There was a pause before Draco spoke again. "Yeah?" He sniffled, wide eyes looking at Harry with hope.

"This relationship is the good that came after the bad. The love I have for you now, Draco, isn't rooted in the hatred. It's rooted in the growth and the healing that we've both experienced. I don't love you because I used to hate you. I love you because you make me happy. I love you because you aren't the boy I used to know and despise," Harry said around a slight laugh. "I love you because of the man you are now. Our past doesn't affect how much I love you at all. It's just an obstacle for us to work around like the grass grows around the concrete."

Draco chuckled weakly in return. "I suppose you're right. Our love doesn't come from the hatred; it just came after it."

"Exactly. What we have is good. We are good and healthy, and I love you. I love you so much."

"I love you too." Draco pulled Harry in by his collar for a kiss. "No more fighting?" He rested their foreheads together, eyes closed, just enjoying the closeness.

"For now." Harry's grin was cheeky as he moved his hands from Draco's face to wrap around his waist.

"For now," Draco agreed with an affectionate roll of his eyes.

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Drarry Head Cannons

Harry hates being alone because he feels like he spent so much of his childhood alone/feeling alone

Draco feels like he never got time to be alone growing up with his father ALWAYS watching & then his home basically becoming Death Eater hq

^so when Draco is freaked out he wants to be alone but when Harry freaks out he wants Draco near him, leaving them with contradictory needs after an argument or a fight

^so Draco gets Harry a stuffed lion so that even when Draco is upset and needs to be alone, Harry isn't alone

Draco wears Harry's sweater (the one Molly made all of her kids including Harry) so Molly makes him his own

Harry is bi

Draco is gay

Narcissa chooses to go by her maiden name Black after the war (bc fuck Lucius)

The Weasley family accepted Harry immediately when he came out and (hesitantly) they accepted Draco too

They still argue all the time but they aren't actively trying to hurt each other during their arguments like they did when they were in school

Harry gets a tattoo of the constellation Draco at some point

There's more but the stuffed lion one is my personal favorite! Sometimes in my fanfics it'll be a stuffed dragon because Draco is Harry's dragon but I think I prefer the lion.