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Hogwarts Lesson 1：If you don't want Harry Potter's anger, Don't stare at Draco Malfoy.

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screaming at this. I live and die for a jealous, possessive Harry who has never had anything for himself in his life... and then he gets Draco.

Hogwarts Lesson 1：If you don't want Harry Potter's anger, Don't stare at Draco Malfoy.

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just keep yapping ron, they're listening i promise

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every time i think book 6 can't get any drarryer i go back thru it and notice something else. just noticed this bit where harry is canonically able to recognize the sound of draco's footsteps.

it could've just as easily been snape walking towards the door. but harry doesn't need to wait for the door to open to know whether it's snape or draco who is walking out. just a split second of hearing draco's particular gait is enough for him to recognize it.

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hahahaa yess this is so funny, I NEED fic rec's with jealous harry plzz

there are so many reasons why harry not getting to be raised by loving parents is horrible, but one of them is that he never had to experience every single one of his friends finding his parents hot. like harry's had the "oh my god that's your mum/dad?" reaction his entire life, and it's the most mortifying thing he's been through. it's worse when it's his boyfriend.

draco malfoy finding james potter hot is infinitely funnier than any person paired with james finding fleamont hot, because harry is a notoriously jealous person, and i just think it would be really funny if he had beef with his own dad bc his own twink bf was batting his eyelashes like "heyyyyy mr potter 🥰" every time he came over to visit harry, who is over in the corner practically frothing at the mouth, full on seething, bc his dad is making draco blush. like im picturing harry furious with james about this and james is like :( why is he mad at me, oh hello draco good to see you again young man :) then cut to harry genuinely plotting his father's downfall

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YESS

so committed to the idea of established drarry bickering as a form of flirting to the point that people who don't know them well often mistake it for a genuine argument or think they have a troubled relationship

meanwhile their friends just glance over to check on them and then in a long suffering voice are like 'nah they're not actually fighting. trust us.'

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Fanon Drarry is so amazing to me because I wanted them to be together romantically but whatever exists of CANON DRARRY is just so important to me that it's crazy!??!!

Like Draco Malfoy is the very first (other than Hagrid but thats a specific situation where someone had to bring him in) wizard Harry meets when he is introduced to the magical world. His very first peer. It was literally fate, like hello?

‘Hullo,’ said the boy, ‘Hogwarts too?’

‘Yes,’ said Harry." :(((((

Dobby was literally a Harry Potter Wikipedia page from how much, it can be justifiably inferred, Draco spoke about Harry constantly.

Simply the amount of effort that Draco put towards getting Harry's attention. Going to shake his hand, waiting around every corner to tease him, making enchanted badges to rile him up, etc.

Draco choosing to not give up Harry's identity in Malfoy Manor.

Harry saving Draco's life in the room of requirement.

Draco, while being wandless, screaming at Crabbe and Goyle to not kill Harry in the room of requirement.

The amount of times Harry describes Draco's glittering eyes and white blonde hair:)

Harry obstructing and blurring the fact that Draco was involved with Dumbledore's death on the Astronomy Tower

The way Harry constantly clocks whether Draco is the room immediately, whether it be during an exam, Quidditch, the Courtyard.

Harry stunning the death eater threatening Draco during the Battle of Howarts, even though Draco is literally telling the death eater that he is on his side.

Harry using Draco's wand in Deathly Hallows.

I'm not saying it was always positive because they were strong rivals and it was often negative, but you cannot deny that the obsession was there. They were, since Harry's very first hour in the Wizarding World, tied together by some force. I just choose to see it as some kind of string that binds them together, and that maybe, in another universe, those undeniably strong feelings are nurtured into love.

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If anyone has some dark drarry (specifically dark (but not in like a stereotypical, ultra powerful way, more in like a deranged dark but not fully evil way) plz share!!! I want Harry to be so in love that he goes against everything he stands for and falls to the dark side. I want them to love each other enough to burn in hell together!

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potions homework

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Literally Draco/Harry. Like what?! I love them your honour.

“Maybe we’ll meet again, when we are slightly older and our minds less hectic, and I’ll be right for you and you’ll be right for me. But right now, I am chaos to your thoughts and you are poison to my heart.”

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JK** = Harry is STRAIGHT!!

Also Harry in Canon=

"Cedric Diggory was an extremely handsome boy."

"Cedric looked the part of a champion so much more than he did. Exceptionally handsome, with his straight nose, dark hair, and gray eyes."

"He was very good-looking, his dark hair fell into his eyes with a sort of casual elegance. " - about Sirius

"Harry recognized Voldemort at once. His was the most handsome face."

"A teenage boy with a pale, pointed face and white-blond hair appeared from behind the rack wearing a handsome set of dark green robes that glittered" - (I'm sorry but this is NOT a straight person thought.)

"His pale eyes glittering."

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This is not even all of it...just a few examples hehe. Bisexual Harry truthers rise!!

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Draco Malfoy

A Journal of Dreadful Things

How I see Draco in @lilbeanz amazing fix it fanfic (linked below)!! This is genuinely of my favourite drarry fics of all time. The world building and plot is just extraordinary and completely brilliant, but my fav aspect is the unique characterization of Draco!

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I love this so freaking so much!! Tell me why this made me weirdly sad tho.. he just looks so happy and that’s so rare😭😭❤️❤️

Hottie

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The 3 Fav Snakes - MODERN

Draco Malfoy-Pansy Parkinson-Blaise Zabini

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Modern Wolfstar

“Red White and Royal Blue”

Specifically based off of @prosepoetryanddrama ‘s “Wolfstar RWRB” fic!! I loved it so much, def go check it out! (Linked below)

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awww, I'm a drarry girl until I die, but I can enjoy wolfstar and this is SOO cute!!!!

A WOLFSTAR "RWRB" AU

Sirius glared angrily at the figure standing on the opposite side of the gold, gilded room. All around him were the sounds of tinkering laughter, clinking glasses, and imported fabric dresses swishing. Yet, all he could focus on was the anomaly of a man that had not looked at him once since entering.

Remus Lupin stood silent and straight-backed, his handsome, punchable face blank as he nodded along to the group of senators and business tycoons that surrounded him. His tawny, and as Sirius knew from personal testimony, soft hair sparkled in the warm lighting of the entrance to the White House’s Red Room. His perfectly acceptable suit was pressed to perfection, his hands were laced behind his back and, his amber eyes, framed by thick lashes, were downturned and sad.

Sirius wanted to shake him. Sirius wanted to kiss him. 

Sirius leaned against the horribly gold wallpaper, his delicate china glass between his fingers, a perfect picture of arrogance. The President’s son. The darling of America. He chuckled to himself, wondering if his thoughts of kissing the British prince dizzy would decrease the country’s love of him. 

At his mother’s quick, yet scalding look, he made himself stand taller, his broad shoulders and longer, yet neat, hair, projecting confidence. The genius playboy yet also a charming young man. He knew his part in his mother’s presidency, and he played it well.

The soft drawl of Lupin’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. Shooting one more, angry and definitely not at all longing, look at the man, he stood tall to his full height and strutted towards his personal security, Alastor Moody. 

“I need your help,” Sirius said curtly to the man, keeping his voice low.

Alastor immediately reached for the gun that Sirius knew was hidden in the lapels of his coat, his one eye rapidly whizzing around the room. 

“Where’s the threat?!” he snapped at Sirius. 

Sirius shook his head, “No, I need your help Moody. I need five minutes alone with the prince.”

Moody froze, staring blankly at Sirius. “I don’t care to know why, boy. Regardless, there’s no way that no one wouldn’t notice the prince gone.” 

Sirius did not bother to shoot his most charming grin, with Moody being the one person in the world it didn’t work on. It even occasionally softened his stubborn mother. His mother, the very first female president of the United States of America. She was both a formidable leader and an even more formidable mother. 

Sirius leaned in closer to Moody’s space. “Please, Alastor,” he started, urgently. “I need to speak to him.”

Moody glared at him for a minute before sighing, “I can get you one minute. Not a second more.”

Sirius huffed out a laugh, his hands pressing together over his aristocratic, perfectly straight nose in relief. 

“Thank you. Thank you.” 

Though it was hard, with who he was, Sirius quietly and efficiently weaved through the crowd of people and opening the ornate door, quietly slipped into the Red Room. 

Avoiding his eyes from the ghastly portrait of Kreacher, a presidential dog, on the wall, his mind went back to the New Year’s Party a few months previous, the last time he had seen Remus Lupin.

He remembered how he had danced with him, surrounded in glitter and champagne, drunk off of pricy liquor and Remus’s heady, warm scent. 

He remembered how he had followed Remus out of the White House, down to the snow capped gardens. So beautiful yet less picturesque than Remus. 

He had stood beside him, shoulder to shoulder. He remembered how Remus had asked him gently in the quiet night, “Do you ever wonder who you would be, if you were an anonymous person in the world?”

“I’d be a writer.” Remus had admitted to him softly. 

Sirius had simply stood quietly, understanding that Remus needed to ramble.

He had been unable to remain silent though ,when Remus had uttered in a strange voice, “I would certainly date more, I can’t, uh-, date people who actually interest me.”

Sirius had laughed, probably louder than necessarily, and probably a bit more drunk than socially acceptable, “I don’t understand, you can date whoever you want. You're a prince.” 

Remus had let out that long suffering sigh that Sirius had been acquitted with recently over late night calls before grumbling out, “Christ! You’re thick.”

The next thing Sirius knew, Remus had pressed his soft lips to his, and Sirius had felt his world fall into place yet simultaneously fall apart. 

Before Sirius could think or breathe or reciprocate, Remus had pulled away, his lips swollen and his eyes panicked. 

“I’m sorry,” he had breathed out before fleeing into the night, leaving Sirius stranded, cold, alone and very, very confused. 

This night, though, Sirius intended for a very different outcome.

 Sirius snapped his head forward as the door clicked open, Alastor’s voice ringing out, “Yes, just in here.”

Remus froze as he saw Sirius leaning against the wall. When he turned back, Sirius was more than prepared to tackle him, International Relations be damned, but Remus simply froze upon seeing the closed door. 

He turned back around, his face contorted with an expression that Sirius could not place. 

“Look,” Remus started, his head leaning forward “I know that I owe you an explanation. I don’t know what to say, except that I’m so, so sorr-“

Walking forward, Sirius cut him off with a curt, “Shut up,” before tugging him closer by his collar and kissing him so hard that their noses bumped together. 

Remus kissed back for a moment before jumping back.

Understanding flooded his half-lidded, searching eyes, “What? Huh! Wait, okay.”  

Sirius’s whole body shuddered as Remus threw himself at him, pressing his open lips to his and tangling his hands in Sirius’s dark hair. 

Slipping his tongue into the man’s mouth, Sirius walked backwards, pressing Remus into the wall.

Though his head thudded against that damned portrait, Remus did not break the kiss. Instead, he deepened the kiss even more, his heat overwhelming Sirius.

Remus gasped, the sound mingling with the telltale click of the door opening, as Sirius ground their hips together. 

They sprang apart so fast that it was physically painfully at the same moment that Moody’s voice rang out, “Ok, times up.”

The end of his sentence ended in a garble, before he turned his head away harshly, closing his one eye. 

Remus on the other hand, had started pointing randomly at the bookshelf, muttering under his breath, “Great Expectations, Emma, Jesus Christ, yes! Of course, of course.”

Sirius started up at the painting of Kreacher the dog, attempting to calm the lava flowing through his bloodstream, heading downwards. 

He repeated the names of past presidents to the portrait, “James Madison, Andrew Jackson, Franklin Pierce...” 

The portrait simply glared back at him.

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A few minutes later, the two men walked side by side back to the gala. Sirius had parted his hair as neatly at possible, and Remus had thankfully stopped having a conversation with the bookshelf. 

Sirius sniggered as he grabbed two champagne flutes off a server’s tray, passing one to Remus. 

“How are you feeling, Your Royal Hardness? Big Ben?”

Remus glared at him, his eyes scanning to make sure no one had heard the comment. 

At that exact moment that Remus opened his chapped lips, Sirius’s mother and the Prime Minister appeared in front of them. 

“How lovely to see the two of you getting along,” the Prime Minister said sweetly to them once introductions had been politely made.

“Yes,” the president started, her dark eyes focused on Sirius’s face, “Hopefully, no scandals. Isn’t that right, Sirius?”

“Well,” Sirius smirked at his mother, “the night is still young.”

President Black pursed her lips before ushering the Minister away. 

“Ok,” Sirius turned towards Remus.

Remus raised his eyebrows before repeating, “Ok?”

“This is what is going to happen” Sirius started. 

“You’re going to stay five hundred feet away from me for the rest of party.”

“Of course, I am,” Remus agreed smoothly, though the blush working its way up his neck gave him away. 

“Then.. afterwards, you’re going to come up to my room on the second floor,” Sirius paused, before lowering his voice even further, “and I am going to do very bad things to you.” 

Remus hummed, agreeing, his plump lower lip pulled between his teeth. 

He turned away, strutting in the other direction, but not before shooting Sirius one more smouldering look over his shoulder. 

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This was so indulgent to write as someone who loves both Wolfstar and Firstprince. I really struggled to decide who to make the president's son and who to make the prince. Family wise, Sirius would be prince Henry more but I just could not see Remus as Alex.