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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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Out flew the web and floated wide; The mirror crack’d from side to side;

(don’t worry, Harry figures out what mirror this is in like 30 seconds)

comic script written by @skarhead

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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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Meeting Drarry

I can imagine when Harry talks to his son about Albus having a mean person in his class. He will tell about his mean person and it will go like this.

"Once when I was eleven years old, I met a boy my age. He was really really mean to me. He always was stepping on my toes and he was saying mean things to me. He made me feel like I was not good enough, but I always believed there was something good in him. When the battle of Hogwarts came around, he proved to me he was good.

You know what I did with him Albus?"

Albus would be looking at him and shake his head.

"I married him" then Draco walks In and gives Harry a kiss on the cheek. Albus says "dad told me you were mean" and Draco would stare at Albus then at Harry and say "well I got the guy either way so"

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A Force of Nature

Draco smiled in spite of himself.

He had been doing that with alarming frequency in recent months. Try as he might, he was no match for the sheer force of nature that was Potter's circle of friends.

Looking around the packed table nestled in an isolated corner of the garden, Draco watched them; the way they fell against each other's shoulders and into each other's laps. The ease with which they laughed and shouted over one another. It was a wonder they could communicate at all, really.

Weasley sloshed ale over the rim of his mug as he weaved in his seat, first toward Hermione, then Finnigan and back again. Hermione, meanwhile, sipped primly at her wine and smiled fondly at the men and women around her. A flush coloured her cheeks when Ginevra stopped to whisper something in her ear and Hermione batted her away.

On one end of the table, Luna watched on with an absent smile, light eyes drifting from face to face, in much the same way Draco's were. Greg (who had actually witnessed the events of the story Blaise was telling) stared in wonder, gasping at the appropriate moments and whispering “What happened next?”

Laughing, Luna slid into his lap and relaxed against him, oblivious to the startled pleasure darkening his face. From Finnigan’s other side, Thomas and Longbottom were watching Blaise, groaning along with everyone else as he added his own dramatic flair. Taking her seat at his side, Ginevra pressed herself to Blaise, bright laughter shaking her entire frame.

To Draco's left sat Pansy. He could count on Pansy; she wasn't swayed by these-

An inelegant snort drew Draco's attention. He frowned. There was Pansy Parkinson, hand clamped tight over her mouth and eyes squeezed tightly over streaming tears of mirth. Oh, for the love of-

Music drifted through still night air and Blaise rose his voice to compensate. A glance toward the open balcony door told him their guests were still enjoying themselves. He and Harry would have to leave, soon. Soon, he'd be surrounded by Weasleys and Aurors and far too many strangers, but not yet.

For now, Draco just watched. Sometimes, he'd shake his head, a wry smile curving his lips, when someone said something exceedingly idiotic. Occasionally - very rarely - a laugh would bubble out of him before he could tamp it down.

It was pointless to try, really; Potter's friends were a tropical storm, unstoppable as a volcano erupting, as a raging current dragging him along. They pushed and prodded and simply existed and Draco had no real hope of defeating them.

Hermione was a river. She wound her way through veritable mountains and smoothed out the rough edges of rocks as she passed. Making those around her better when she could, obliterating them when she couldn't. She was relentless, always pushing, insisting on greatness and goodness. Insisting it was there, just beneath the surface and, of course, she knew just how to find it; by wearing a person down until that smoothness was akin to a polish and the old, scored surface was no more.

Weasley was steady, warm. He was a flame, really. Not a whole fire; one bright flame. In a way, the Weasley family was the whole fire, but this one was enough to light a room and warm your hands. When Harry had shown up for dinner with Draco in tow - all those years ago - his reaction had been the most surprising. He welcomed Draco into the fold with a firm handshake and an ominous “Knew you'd come around.” Still, Weasley could burn, if one were careless with the flame. He had learned that the hard way. Most importantly, Draco thought when he guffawed loudly at one of Blaise’s bawdy jokes, Weasley sometimes made amusing images on a wall.

Draco laughed again, quite against his will, and turned away. His gaze landed on Longbottom, sitting between Greg and Finnigan. Harry said he was content to be alone, teaching and tending his greenhouse at Hogwarts. Draco didn't quite understand that. Longbottom seemed to need people in his life.

He was a tree, tall and sturdy and patient. He, alone, had come the farthest from the fragile sapling he'd been as a child. With the support of his friends and sheer determination to reach for the sun, he had grown into a great oak, spreading out to shelter those closest to him. In the same way, his roots shot out, tangling, tying him to everything and supporting life for miles around him.

Luna was a breeze, Draco reasoned. Warm and airy and persistent. She may never be able to move everyone, but that didn't stop her trying. She crept in through the smallest cracks and drifted around until, in a manner more subtle than Hermione’s straightforward methods, she created a canyon. One couldn't help but love her, she made it simply impossible.

It was all of them, though. Ginevra, with her fiery passion and unwavering loyalty. Finnigan and Thomas, opposite in almost every way, but steady in everything that made them who they were. Every last one of them was as old as time, as sure as the rhythm of the tides, and just as powerful. They swept into Draco's life, every last one attached to Harry, impossible to sever. And Draco was surprised to learn that he didn't want to try.

Harry was bound to these people, as he was now bound to Draco, through history, shared experiences, and love. Harry Potter would not be the man he loved without these people. And so, when that shaggy black hair tickled his nose as Harry bent nearly double with laughter, Draco buried his fingers in it and used a handful to angle his head back.

When the green pools of his own personal forest lake met his, Draco sank into the soothing depths, pulling Harry's lips to his as he submerged himself. He'd be happy to drown in the deepest parts of Harry… Later.

Withdrawing, Draco relished the slightly dazed look in Harry's eyes. After a long moment, he faced the group and allowed himself to laugh along with Harry's friends. With their friends.

After all, he thought, admiring the ring glinting on his left hand. One couldn't fight the inevitable forever, right?

#Drarry #hpdm #dmhp #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic

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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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Damn.. so hot 😋

Sleepovers

“I’m not taking your bed, Potter!”

“Damn it Draco, you’re my guest, just take the bed!”

“Why would I want to sleep in that-” Draco gestured vaguely in the direction of Potter’s bedroom. “That mess? I’d rather sleep with that crotchety old house-elf!”

Okay, so that might be taking it a little too far, but Draco refused to care. This isn’t what he asked for. Just because he was worried that the threats were getting a little too specific. Just because someone managed to get a Howler past his wards a few days ago. Just because that happened at three o’clock in the morning, disrupting his already fitful sleep… Really, none of that warranted this little “sleepover” at Grimmauld Place. And he’d be damned it he’d let Potter make him feel guilty for his favour. To emphasise that point, he crossed his arms and lifted his chin in an effort to look down his nose at the Auror in spite of their height difference.

“Mess? You’ve never even seen my-”

“What else would your bedroom be?” Draco muttered, petulantly.

Potter pinched the bridge of his nose, forcing his glasses down. “Draco just - You know what? Fine.” He glared over the rim of the glasses, now riding low on his nose, then turned, waving a hand behind him dismissively as he made his way up the stairs. “Take the couch. I don’t fucking care. Don’t mind the dog hair, it hasn’t been cleaned since Sirius lived here.” He paused thoughtfully. “Now that I think of it, Remus probably left some hair on it, too, when they-”

“Fine!” Draco cut him off, shooting a disgusted glance at the sofa (dog hair? Wait, when they what?!) before jogging up the stairs to push past him. “Fine, Potter. Merlin, you’re a bastard. Enjoy the dog hair!”

A smug smile spread across Potter’s face for a moment before freezing in place.

“Er, wait, actually… I mean, that thing really is…” He scrubbed a hand through his rat’s nest before letting it rest on the back of his neck, eyes shifting sheepishly around the corridor. “And, you know, it is a pretty big bed…”

Draco scoffed. “I doubt a bed exists that’s big enough for us to share.” He sneered, gesturing between them. “Isn’t it enough that we have to sleep in the same house?”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you didn’t want stay with Ron.”

“Yes, well,” Draco sniffed, aiming for haughty. “Weasley and I can’t coexist on the same street, let alone in the same-”

“And,” Potter added, stepping closer, eyes narrowing. “It didn’t seem like such a bad idea, last night.”

Draco swallowed, willing his voice to remain steady.

“I was drunk, Pott-”

“Hardly,” he chuckled. He was even closer, somehow, caging Draco mere centimetres from the bedroom door and safety. “You sat at that bar with one drink for an hour before you came stumbl-”

“I needed your help… “ The argument sounded weak, rehearsed. It was, of course, but it wasn’t supposed to sound like it. And, apparently, Potter wasn’t buying it.

“That must have hurt,” he quipped, cocking his head with a grin. “Only, I don’t think that was just you needing help… Hell, you were-”

“What’s your point?” Draco whined. He couldn’t help it. Potter’s heat was burning him, his voice, lowering as he leaned closer, was too much. Too suggestive, too interested, too-

“My point,” he whispered, stepping still closer, until the wall was pressed to Draco’s back, Potter flush against his front, leaving no room to back away further. “We’re going to be here for a while, I’ve got that big bed,” he tipped his head forward an inch, breathing heavily into Draco’s ear, “and I’ll be damned if all we do in it is sleep.”

Potter’s knee was nudging Draco’s thighs apart, effectively removing the very last of the distance between them, not to mention coherent thought, and Draco let his head drop against the wall. The sensations, Potter’s warm thigh trapping his cock, big hands holding his hips in place, were overwhelming, overpowering. Distantly, Draco realised he was panting and wondered when that started.

“I suppose I could be, ah, convinced to-” he gasped when Potter lowered his head, sniggering, to nip at the pulse point fluttering in his throat. “Re-reconsider the…. um…”

Potter pulled back, circling Draco’s wrist with rough fingers. “Good,” he growled before crushing his lips over Draco’s.

With a whimper, Draco allowed himself to be dragged into the bedroom. The size of the bed, forgotten until Potter lifted him by his hips to toss him into the lake of blankets and pillows, is quite acceptable, he decided. He took a moment, even, to be thankful for the size since it meant there was no threat of Potter miscalculating and landing him on his arse on the other side, before locking his eyes on Potter again. His shirt was hanging open, his fingers working on the zip of his trousers. But his eyes, darkened to the color of the canopy deep in a forest, were raking over Draco’s form.

When the stiff material finally fell, Draco released the breath he wasn’t aware he’d been holding and let his gaze fall with it. Over the broad shoulders, the bronzed skin that stretched across coiled muscles, to the dark hair trailing into pants, clearly painted onto the trim waist and sturdy thighs.

“You’re drooling.” The amusement, while evident, didn’t mask the arousal thickening his voice and Draco snapped his eyes back to Potter’s face,making an effort to close his slackened jaw.

Shaking himself, mentally, Draco reached for some composure, some fucking balance. “What can I say?” he shrugged, a jerky, one armed thing that had Potter laughing, again. Giving in to the admission, Draco scowled. “What? I’m supposed to stare down the wizarding world’s number one wet dream with any kind of poise?”

Potter grinned and dropped his weight forward, latching onto Draco’s throat again, and fumbling with the clasp of his robes. “Glad to see you’re coming around.”

“Let me make this clear, Potter,” Draco gasped, hands scrambling for purchase in the tangle of bedclothes. “I’m not one of your simpering fans.”

“I don’t know, Draco, looks like you’re simpering, to me.” With a grunt, he pulled Draco’s trousers and pants halfway down his thighs. “You’re fucking trembling.” What does he expect when his hand closes around Draco’s cock like that?

Seeking a level playing field, Draco reared up, catching Potter’s mouth in something resembling a kiss, and pushed him until their positions were reversed. Potter let him, obviously, and tossed his arms up to prop under his head, angling for a better view. On his knees, Draco pushed his restrictive clothing down further before kicking them off, entirely, and straddling Potter where he lay sprawled across the bed. His hands, so much paler against the darker background of Potter’s skin, slid firmly over the muscles, paused to tweak nipples until they were straining and Potter was arching under him.

Leaning forward, he closed his mouth around the corded muscles on Potter’s throat, sinking in his teeth briefly before swiping at the spot with his tongue. Potter’s hands came around, finally, to rest on Draco’s arse, squeezing and releasing, molding the globes and pulling Draco’s cock hard against his own.

“Holy fuck,” Draco moaned, releasing Potter’s throat to grind back against him.

“Too many fucking -” Potter muttered, grasping at the robes still bunched around Draco’s hips.

Draco lifted his arms to help him drag the offending fabric over his head before flattening himself out again to slide his skin against Potter’s. Once started, he didn’t stop, sliding down Potter’s body, licking and nipping at the heated flesh, drinking in the sounds that escaped him when Draco reached his target.

Nuzzling at the hard flesh through the cotton pants, he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged, laughing when Potter’s flushed cock slapped gently against his face as it sprang free. Potter’s hand on his head, fingers slipping between the strands of his hair and loosening his stubby ponytail, drew his attention and he wrapped the slender fingers of one hand around the base, flicking a sly smile up to him.

“Eager, are we?”

“Fuck, Malfoy, if you don’t -” but Draco already was, so Potter dropped his head with a groan, fist tightening in Draco’s hair as he swiped his tongue over the head, slipping in under the stretched foreskin, before engulfing it entirely. “Jesus fucking Christ!”

Draco pondered that for a moment. Muggle-borns used the term, frequently, but he had no actual idea what it meant. It seemed to be used as a swear word, similarly to “Merlin.“ Some Muggle idol, then? A forefath-

Potter’s hand tightened almost painfully and Draco shook the thoughts away. What was he thinking? Potter’s cock was in his mouth, leaking onto his tonsils, and he was philosophising semantics? With renewed focus, he applied himself to his task, swirling his tongue around the shaft, pulling away until his lips rested on the very tip before plunging back down until he could feel the blunt head just barely breaching his throat. And then, doing it all again.

Before long, Potter was pulling his head away and hauling him against himself for another kiss, rolling them easily until Draco was molded to the mattress beneath him.

“God, Draco,” he rasped, scraping his barely-there beard against Draco’s jaw, neck, chest. “I knew, I fucking knew you would be amazing.”

Draco jolted. Potter thought about this? About him?

Propping himself on his elbows, he watched that dark tangle of hair dip as Potter bit and kissed and scraped along his hip, his cock, the junction between his groin and thigh. With a shudder, he flopped back when Potter lifted his leg, exposing Draco to his view.

“You’re perfect,” he muttered, breath hot against the sensitive skin between Draco’s arse cheeks. “Fucking gorgeous.”

And then, Draco was arching his back, groaning wantonly as a wide, hot, wet, stripe trailed over his entrance. And then, again. And again, until Draco thought he would weep. At which point, of fucking course, Potter plunged that wicked tongue as deep as he could, bending Draco’s pliant body into the air for a better angle and a sob ripped from Draco’s throat. Had thought been possible, he might have cursed Potter for drawing such reactions from him. As it was, he couldn’t force out a curse until, because, Potter was pulling away.

“What the fuck, Po- Oh, fuck!”

Potter was chuckling, again, rotating the slick finger that had replaced his tongue before withdrawing it to add another.

Draco was begging, fuck, yes, more, please! but he couldn’t care. And when Potter finally covered him, again, stretching out over his limp form, it was all Draco could do to sling his arms over those broad shoulders and return the kiss as Potter pushed into him in one, swift, determined stroke.

Tearing his mouth away, Potter panted into his hair, grunting. “Simpering yet, Malfoy?”

“Fuck, Potter, please-”

“I am,” he laughed, pulling out and driving back in to prove it. “God, so fucking tight!”

Any more words either dissolved unspoken or hung unheard as Potter set a punishing pace, slamming into him, again and again, rocking the bed with the force of his thrusts. As Draco alternated between clinging, flailing, and sagging into the mattress.

Draco was vaguely aware of his building orgasm and hooked his legs around Potter’s waist, desperate to take the other man with him when he crashed over that jagged edge. He flexed his muscles, clenching, gripping Potter tighter and thrilled when he cried out, his rhythm stuttering. He held tighter to Draco, reaching blindly for a kiss and Draco met him halfway, moaning into his mouth when he came and swallowing Potter’s shout when he followed, moments later.

Ragged, gasping breaths echoed in the sudden silence as Potter collapsed, his chest pressing fully against Draco’s again. His weight forced too much of the air from Draco’s lungs, but he didn’t care. He tightened his legs around his waist, locking his ankles to hold him there, and slid his arms over broad shoulders, toying lazily with the soft hair at the nape of Potter’s neck. A smile stretched his lips, one he couldn’t stop if he’d bothered trying.

After a bit, Potter hummed, shifting only to find himself anchored to the bed. Turning his head to blink blearily at Draco, he opened his mouth, hesitated, then closed it on a tired smile.

“Hi,” he finally managed.

Laughing, Draco craned his neck back so he could see better. “Hi, yourself.”

Potter cocked his head, a slight frown crinkling his brow. “You look awfully pleased…”

“Do I?” Draco tried to scowl but was pretty sure it came out as a grin. “Hmm, what do you know, I am a little pleased.”

With a laugh, Potter reached up to disentangle himself, groaned when he met with resistance. “Alright, I gotta piss, let me up.”

The grin turned mischievous and Draco tightened his grip. “Huh-uh,” he shook his head, playfully. “Not until you admit that I do not, nor ever have… simpered.”

Draco squealed when Potter rolled them to their sides and dug his fingers mercilessly into Draco’s ribs with a shouted “Never surrender!”

Okay, so maybe sleepovers weren’t so bad.

#drarry #hpdm #dmhp #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #draco x harry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic

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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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malfoygurl · 5 years ago

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Cute

Draco Malfoy has a diary dedicated solely to all of his interactions (read: advances) with Harry Potter.

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November 12th,

Today Potter looked at me 5 times during breakfast, which is 2 more than yesterday. I think my advanves on him are working.

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November 17th,

In class today Potter and I reached for the same jar of gurdyroot. Our hands almost touched.

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December 8th,

I’m working on making my intentions towards Potter more obvious. Today I told him that his looks upgraded from a trash bin to a regular bin. He told me to shut up. Normally he tells me to “Sod off,” so I think my advances are working.

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December 19th,

I overhead Potter telling Weasel that he prefers blondes to brunettes. I started choking on my lunch and had to skip class because I got salad dressing on my tie. Pansy says I’m overreacting but I’m not so sure.

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December 24th,

Potter was in Diagon Alley today wearing a green jumper that just perfectly complimented his eyes. We made eye contact and I tried to wink but I’m not great at winking so I pulled a weird face and Potter glared. He didn’t say anything, though, so I’ll take it as a win.

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January 16th,

I think I’ll tell Potter he can do much better than the Weaslette, and hopefully implement the idea of dating me into his head.

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January 17th,

Update: The plan did not go as expected. Potter punched me after I told him, but he avoided my eyes and punched my cheek instead so I’m going to consider it another win. What if he subconsiously doesn’t want to mess up my face because he finds it attractive?

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January 31st,

It’s been 4 days since Potter has spoken to me. I should get his attention.

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February 1st,

I spent all night coming up with the perfect idea. Today I told Potter in Potions class that his hair looked like a lion attacked it. He called me an arsehole, but to be fair I was doing him a favor. He would look extremely sexy with a haircut.

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February 4th,

Potter got a haircut. Merlin. I did not think this through. I couldn’t stop blushing, so I didn’t go to class today. I wonder if Potter missed me…

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February 6th,

I don’t think my advances are working fast enough. I’m reevaluating, and I think it’s more efficient if I first become his friend before he realizes how wonderful I would be as a potential boyfriend.

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March 10th,

Potter always compliments Granger for recieving the highest marks. It’s clear he values intellect in his friendships. The past four weeks I have worked to improve my grades in hopes of passing Granger’s ranking. It hasn’t worked yet, but I make sure to mention my grades loudly around my friends just in case Potter eavesdrops into my conversations.

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March 14th,

Granger was working with the Weasle today in Potions, so I made sure to leave my table open for when Potter was inevitably the last student to arrive. Our hands touched 3 times in class.

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March 15th,

We had to continue with the same partners for Potions again. Today, Potter touched my hand twice and my arm 4 times. Today was a good day.

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March 23rd,

Today, I made a joke in Care of Magical Creatures to Blaise and I heard Potter laugh from across the room.

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April 1st,

Today I worked up the courage to tell Potter I like him. He got angry and told me to stop making fun of him. I’m not sure why?

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April 2nd,

Pansy says I’m an idiot. I suppose I should’ve waited another day. Potter didn’t look at me during classes or meals.

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April 8th,

It’s been a week and Potter still refuses to look at me. I’m very worried - I hope he isn’t sick…?

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April 11th,

Pansy said I should try and talk to Potter but when I sat next to him in Potions, he got very red and told me to “sod off” before I could say hello. I’m not sure why.

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April 13th,

I sat next to Potter today and he didn’t say anything. I wonder if he felt sick because he was very red again. I told him not to puke on my shoes and he got upset before he left class. I think he went to throw up in the bathroom?

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April 18th,

Potter still won’t talk to me!

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April 20th,

I cornered the Weaslette and demanded she tell me what is wrong with her boyfriend and why he won’t talk to me. She laughed and said they weren’t dating? I’m very confused, and she didn’t even tell me what’s wrong with Potter!

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April 27th,

I caught Potter staring at me from across the street in Diagon Alley and demanded he tell me why he was ignoring me. He said it’s a long explanation but I was already on my way to get a drink, so I told him he could follow me. He didn’t end up telling me what was wrong, but we did have a lovely conversation over a cuppa.

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April 28th,

Potter smiled at me across the hall during breakfast.

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April 30th,

Oh.

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May 6th,

Update: My advances worked.

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Welcome to the Madness-I mean family

Draco Malfoy was a disgrace in the eyes of the Slytherin, a mistake in the eyes of his father. But in the eyes of the Gryffindor, he was one of the best quidditch players they had, and for Harry, he was one of the most important people in his life. That’s why when Draco shuffled over to him so they could board the train together he started panicking.

“Oh Merlin’s beard! What happened to you?” Harry said urgently wiping away the tears from his red rimmed eyes “ come on then love, you can tell me what’s wrong “ he urged soothingly

“ I don’t think I can go back to hogwarts this year with you… my father….he um got tired of me being a disgrace, for making it into Gryffindor, for being best friends with you, for dating you, for fucking being my own person.” He mumbled barely loud enough that the Lupin-Potter family had to strain their ears to hear, including Remus.

“What did he do?” Harry questioned trying to control his anger for Lucious Malfoy. Remus sniffed the air slightly catching a whiff of something different before zoning in on the distressed Malfoy.

“ Draco…”he started slowly ignoring both his husbands glares” he wouldn’t do that would he…?”

Draco looked down seeing recognition in one of Harry’s parents eyes made him want to break down even more”Yeah…he did…as punishment for being a disgrace as of late, he had Greyback bite me” he rolled up his sleeve showing the scarred over tissue of his arm”He made me into a werewolf and put me in the dungeons because he thinks I’m a disgrace. “

Without so much as a blink Remus took four quick strides before pulling the blonde into a hug “ You’re going to hogwarts love, James, and Sirius will go fetch your things and you can stay with us.” He said comfortedly holding his anger in” you won’t ever have to go back”

Sirius gave a knowing and deadly look to James before joining to hug the teen, soon followed by James” He’s right, we aren’t letting you go back there, that bastard is going to Azkaban. “ Sirius said kissing the teens head, his voice holding cold fury

“ Yeah kid, don’t worry about it, You’ve got us and the weasleys and all your friends. Welcome to the madness we call family” James grinned trying to lighten the mood as he tried to hide his rage. Harry watched from the sidelines smiled slightly at the sight.

“ I thought you guys hated me..” the young Malfoy mumbled drying eyes so he can see.

“Yeah we did kid” Sirius said honestly causing Remus to elbow him”But, you’re more like me then I realized. Besides your father is a fucking prick- which is an understatement and Teddy loves you to death, so why not.” Sirius grinned wolfishly.

“ Besides Moony will be thrilled to add another person to the pack, that’s actually a werewolf” James said reassuringly.

“ But what about hog-“ Draco was promptly cut off.

“ You will be going back, and if the headmaster says or thinks other wise, I’ll be sure to pay him a visit with Minnie” Remus said leaving no room for argument.” Now, get on the bloody train already. I’ll be owling the headmaster as soon as we pick up Teddy and head home”

Each adult almost reluctantly lets go of the blonde letting him step over to Harry” Well what they said but times ten eh? Sure took the words out of my mouth.” Harry smiled giving his boyfriend a quick hug before hugging his parents “ Alright bye dad, dadfoot, and……moomy.” Harry grinned cheekily before darting away with Draco to get on the train.

“ Harry James you little punk!” Remus yelled as he watched them run onto the train, smiling as he saw his son make the platinum blonde smile.

“ Soo does this mean dragon boy is mini Moony now ?”

“ Padfoot no” Remus groaned

“ Padfoot yes “ James grinned.

“ Don’t you two have a warrant to get, and I don’t know a man to man to put away to rot?” Remus said crossing his arms

“ Don’t worry, he’ll probably resist arrest, and we will get in a few good spells for you” both men nodded before apparating off.

Remus sighs “ Now to pick up Teddy, get a cup of tea, chocolate and write to Dumbledore.” He nodded to himself apparating to Andromeda’s house

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