#dmxlfoypotter

[dmxlfoypotter]

drarry, at the movies

worker: welcome, remember no outside food or drink allowed. enjoy the show!

draco, nudging harry: jokes on him, i brought a snack in

harry: where?

draco: you

[rosesisupposes]

Virgil: So, how's your life?

Roman, shrugging: Let me ask him right now

Roman, shouting: PATTON, DEAR, WOULD YOU CARE TO TELL ME HOW YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW?

Patton, shouting from where he's conversing with Logan: I'M GREAT, LOVE!

Roman, nonchalant: Well, Virgil, looks like my life's great

[gnarf]

Screen grabbing on Insta

Fuck this.

I'm out.

I won't upload short fics on here anymore for the one and only reason that children come along, screen grab them, and upload them to their Instagram.

Example A: https://www.instagram.com/p/BrudOVXAgjv/?utm_source=ig_share_sheet&igshid=1kdg9bk4k4rqn

Example B: https://www.instagram.com/p/BrC0eSog4iN/

I spend hours writing stuff I like, hoping people will smile, be happy, go through a roller-coaster of emotions, while reading them and tell me thy did by leaving a comment or a like but people like https://www.instagram.com/drarryfanfiction/ come along, take the work, and repost it to their account and tell US we should be honoured they liked our stuff enough to post it there!

If you read this, go to hell and take our shit down! Do not repost our work!

That counts for fanfictions, artworks (hey artists check it out! Your work is on there!), chats, headcanons and everything else you post there!

Same for EVERY GODDAMN INSTAGRAM OUT THERE THAT REPOSTS STUFF WITHOUT ASKING! It's not an honour! It's a violation against our rights as creators!

Tagging @rose-grangerweasleyisbae @dracxmaflxy @quicksilvermaid @treacletvrts

@dmxlfoypotter @saintdracopotter @ununquadius @potters-little-ferret @idratherstayslytherpuff @queenofthyme @poljupci

[dracolucius-abraxusmalfoy]

Rules: Answer these 21 questions, then tag 21 people you’d like to get to know better.

Tagged by @tovlia wow! Thanks so much 😍 I love answering questions, I feel so honoured ❤️

Nickname: Cas.

Height: It says 168cm on my ID, so we’ll go with that. (5″6?)

Last Movie I Saw: Oh god ahh... The last movie I remember watching is Mr Glass, but that was three weeks ago and I’m positive I’ve since watched more. 

Last thing I googled: What’s the best wet cat food? (I ran out of dry and I couldn’t get to the store where they sell the kind my baby eats.)

Favourite Musician(s): That is the hardest question ever to answer. I like Bon Iver and City and Color I guess, atm I’m super into leikeli47. Mostly though I like songs rather than artists. 

Song stuck in my head: I don’t really have one stuck in my head rn, I often get Cherry Wine by Hozier stuck in my head though, and earlier I had Tic Boom by Leikeli47. 

Other blogs: I have my main obviously, and a private one I share with my cousin @carmillized that’s basically the blog of a character in a novel we’re (trying to) writing. It’s a lot of black and gay aesthetics, as well as lots of art history, some writing stuff and just generally pretty pictures. It was supposed to help us develop her character, it’s kind of become its own thing though...

Do I get asks? I get a few, yes. I’d love to have more though, honestly makes my day whenever you guys send me asks. 

Following: Too many, dear lord. Sometimes I go in and clear out blogs that are inactive, but for the most part, I only unfollow blogs if I repeatedly see content on my dash that I’m actually opposed to seeing. Like even if someone changes their interests and they no longer align with mine I’m unlikely to unfollow them. 713 if you want the exact number. (it was down from 670 to 550 this spring, and now we’re back up again, YEET)

Amount of sleep: Not enough. Or too much. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten the recommended 8 hours, it’s usually 3-5 or 9-12. 

Lucky number: 3! My birthday is 03/03/1999. 

What I’m wearing: lulu lemon on the fly pant (I had a gift card and they’re super comfy???) and an off white mock neck jumper (I basically live in turtlenecks, even during the summer.)

Dream job: I have no idea. I’m probably going into education, I’d like to work with high school kids, but I also considered psychiatry (again, with kids and teens). Being a novelist would be dope af too I guess, but I probably wouldn’t feel fulfilled if I only did that. (I’m literally in Fine Art but it has almost nothing to do with my future plans?

Dream trip: I’d love to travel to Irland and Scotland, but not like, the big cities, I want to see the small towns and learn about local culture and traditions from locals. I’d also love to visit Trinidad and Tobago and some of the other islands. 

Favourite food: Curry probably, maybe roti, but in the end, it amounts to the same thing doesn’t it?

Play an instrument? I did a couple of guitar lessons, and I’d love to finish learning, maybe piano too, but no, sadly, I just admire music from afar. 

Languages: English and French (although, I don’t think I’ve held a full conversation in French in two years so like... that’s iffy.)

Favourite songs: That’s an even harder question. Cherry Wine by Hozier?  Darkness and light by John Legend, Comptine d’un autre ete; l’apres midi by Yann Tiersen, My Lady's House by Iron and Wine, Brown Sugar by D’ Angelo, Ain’t Misbelivin’ by Fats Walter. 

Random Fact: I have Hyper Mobility Syndrome. Basically, I’m really fucking flexible and none of my ligaments do what they’re supposed to. Shoulders? Dislocate, then pop right back in with no warning. I can hold my hands and rotate my arms from front to back. I can touch my head to my ass, I get a head rush now, but it doesn't hurt per se. Splits are childs play. My whole body hurts all the time, though that might be the 10+ years of gymnastics. I’ll probably have arthritis but the time I’m 35. 

Describe yourself as aesthetic things: New Books, the smell of chai tea, soft sweaters, cool socks. Jean jackets and overalls and turtlenecks. Am I a Lesbian or Art Student? Paint stained hands and oil paint smell. Colour coded notes. cool Autumn afternoons, but warm summer nights. Spicy and Sweet. 

Honestly, just an enigma of a person. 

I don’t know if I have 21 people but let’s see... 

@dmxlfoypotter @pukingpastilles @slytherthicc @hufflepuffs-deserve-love-too

@goldentruth813 @mothermalfoy @drarry-imagines There’s more but I can’t remember their urls. 

[lesbibrando]

me, aged 18-19 in an airport in america after landing to meet all my friends

@religious-pizza-roll @darlingtholland @unadulteratedpaperparadise @dmxlfoypotter

[ao3feed-harrydraco]

by dmxlfoypotter

draco malfoy and harry potter somehow manage to end up hiding in the same cupboard past curfew. truths and secrets were revealed by the two boys, fueled by exhaustion. will the two do what everyone would expect them to do, or will they surprise everyone — including themselves?

Words: 1540, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Argus Filch

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter

Additional Tags: Drabble

[dmxlfoypotter]

a night in a cupboard

this is a short little drarry fic that @distressedslytherin requested many months ago. my most sincere apologies that it took this long. but please enjoy it nonetheless.

“hey, watch it!” potter furiously whispers to the boy stuffed inside the storage cupboard with him. perhaps harry’d be in a much nicer mood if the student pressing into his rib cage (merlin help them both) was someone other than draco malfoy, but alas, the world works in unfortunate ways.

“it’s not exactly easy to ‘watch it’ when you’re invisible. you could take that ridiculous thing off, you know. i doubt filch would bother checking this cramped space. hell, one of us can barely fit in here alone.”

harry wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry or do both from the irony of it all. harry happened to be experienced with small spaces, cupboards in particular. after all, he had to live in one for most of his influential years. the dursleys weren’t really the the most welcoming to harry potter, not at all.

harry heaved the invisibility cloak off and blanketed it around his legs. “we shouldn’t be here in for much longer. filch should be gone soon. then we make a run for it. or you make a run for it.” harry shrugged. “i have an invisibility cloak.”

“you could always share it,” draco muttered. he leaned back into the cupboard wall and let his eyes flutter shut. draco looked ages younger like this. tired. exhausted. like he hadn’t had rest in years. and perhaps he hadn’t.

“long night, huh. what were you even doing roaming the halls of hogwarts at this ungodly hour?” harry asked. “you have a secret lover?”

“ha, what a joke.” draco sat up now and turned towards harry. “hogwarts doesn’t really have a lot of guys lining up to date a malfoy. and if there were, i don’t know about them.” draco laughed sarcastically. “if you should know, potter, i sneak out at night to fly. the view of the night sky, the calamity of the earth, everything at rest — it grounds me. reminds me that i am nothing more than a speck in the infinite spectrum of the universe.”

“oh” was all harry could say. he’d expected some nefarious plot of doom, but instead, he found a boy with a passion. 

“how about you, potter?” said draco. “what’s your reason for wandering around at night?”

“don’t laugh,” harry warned. “but both of my parents went here, fell in love here. granted, they didn’t like each other right away, but they were still here. they spent their formative years here. and i don’t know, there’s something about walking in the same halls that they’ve been in. i don’t remember much about them, but like flying does for you, malfoy, walking the halls my parents were in, it reminds me who and what i am.”

draco was quiet. then he said “i'm not going to lie to you, potter, but this is nice — this night. and even if this goodwill between us goes to hell in the morning, i appreciate this conversation.”

harry looked at draco now. “and i think it’s only fair that i not lie to you as well. I truly hate this, everything about it.” and harry would be lying if he said he didn’t catch the absolute hurt that flashed across draco’s face. 

“fair enough,” draco mumbled sourly. “i suppose a conversation with a no-good malfoy is agonizing to saint potter. i digress. you are entitled to your own opinions and feelings.”

“it’s not because of you.” harry quickly said. “not at all. the conversation was lovely — you are so terribly lovely.” harry waved his hand. “just let me explain.”

“then explain,” said draco. it might have been the low lighting or the fact that harry’s vision was awful, but harry could have sworn that there was a faint pink blush painting draco’s cheeks.

“you know that i lived with muggles — my aunt, uncle, and cousin — when i was younger. i had nowhere else to go, and the dursleys, they didn’t want me at all. they neglected me, made me live in a cupboard under the stairs. when they finally gave me a room, they barred the windows and locked the doors so that i'd miss the hogwarts express. ron had to steal a car, merlin, to save me.”

“they made you live in a fucking cupboard?” draco exclaimed incredulously. he quieted down when harry shot him a warning look. “potter...” harry could practically feel the anger radiating off of draco.

“it’s really okay, draco.” harry said. “i live with the weasleys now, and i couldn’t be happier. it’s in the past, and that’s that.”

“no it’s not!” draco exclaimed, filch be damned. “you are always so okay with all of the bad things that happened, is happening in your life. it’s so unfair!”

the sound of approaching footsteps halted harry from replying to draco, who shot him a look of alarm and pure panic. harry quickly gestured for the blond-haired boy to scoot closer, then heaved the invisibility cloak over the both of them. 

“potter, will we be—”

harry elbowed malfoy’s side, eliciting a muffled oof from him, and glanced toward the door. the worst thing than being caught in a cupboard was being caught in a cupboard with a malfoy. not that harry minded.

harry held up a finger, meaning one second. he squeezed his eyes shut and quickly muttered under his breath. 

“okay, we should be good now,” harry finally said after taking the time to bang on the wall multiple times. “filch won’t be able to hear us, but it’d be best if we remained under the invisibility cloak just in case.”

“did you just cast, merlin above, a wandless spell?” draco blurted out, impressed. “that’s amazing! not even a legal adult yet, and you can already go about the world without a wand.”

“trust me, draco, i can’t do much. maybe accio a few things here or there. and what use will levitation do me?” harry was very much aware of how close he and draco were sitting, but neither made any action to move, and harry liked this, being this close to draco that he could feel draco’s breath on the side of his neck and that harry could see the small mole underneath draco’s ear. 

“but can you imagine? you’d be the best the aurors would have had in ages.”

“me, an auror?” harry laughed. “i suppose it’d be expected of me to uphold and maintain the wellbeing of the wizarding world — after voldemort’s gone, that is. everyone’s depending on me to save the day, but there’s a chance i can’t, and... i'm not sure.”

“well, what do you want to do, harry? other than what’s expected of you or what everyone is asking of you. you, what do you want?” 

“honestly, draco? i want a family. i want to move away from the city, establish a quaint cafe somewhere. peace and quiet, perhaps children one day. a wife, a husband — whichever, doesn’t really matter as long as it’s love.” harry let out a long breath. “how about you, draco?”

“that sounds absolutely lovely. how i yearn for a life like that. as for what i want, that’s irrelevant.” draco sighed, rolling his shirt sleeve up to the crease of his elbow. “perhaps, potter, this will speak for itself.” 

harry squinted against the low light, and there, on draco’s pale arm, was an unmistakable dark mark. “draco...”

“it’s too late now. i'm on the wrong side of the war, harry. there’s nothing i can do. naive as i am, i actually wanted to become a healer. crazy, isn’t it? now, how would you feel if a man taking care of you had this — this mark on his arm?”

“oh, draco. what have you done?” harry reached out, and traced draco’s dark mark gingerly. “what have you done?”

“i made a terrible mistake. my father, he said he’d be proud of me if i took the mark like he did — would have proven that i was a true malfoy. now all i am is some pawn, fighting for a cause that i don’t even believe in. harry, i don’t want to hurt people. you have to believe me. i didn’t know it’d get this far.”

“draco, we’ll fix this. i swear to you that i will fix this. i don’t know how or when but we’ll fix this.” harry said with determination shining in his eyes. “you’ll become a healer — the best healer the world has ever seen.”

“you think so?” 

“of course i do. you're the smartest person i know, next to hermione. draco, first thing in the morning, you have to apologize to every person you’ve ever ridiculed, but for now,” harry held out a hand, “let’s go fly.” 

“but filch!” draco protested. “what if he catches us? what about our brooms?”

“we have this invisibility cloak, and if filch spots us, we’ll outrun filch for sure. and as long as we leave no evidence, how could we get in trouble? and brooms aren’t a problem. i keep mine in the lockers down in the gryffindor locker room, and if you don’t mind, we could share one.” harry stood up and offered a hand to draco. “now, what do you say?”

draco accepted harry’s hand, grasped it. “then let’s go fly, potter.”

prompt sent by @distressedslytherin: draco and harry get locked in a room, both get frustrated but soften up eventually and confess to each other and kiss? drabble? please?

side note: i didn’t write a kiss into this drabble :P i kinda forgot about it until the end, and by then it was too late. whoopsies. 

side side note: ikr, i still post my own stuff? even i didn’t know that lol. 

[dmxlfoypotter]

what might have been

Draco was running. To where? He didn’t care. Draco just wanted to get away. He hadn’t realized that he’d started crying until he noticed that he didn’t quite recognize this part of Hogwarts or how he had gotten there through his blurry, tear-filled vision. But this would do. Draco sat down, his back against the stone wall, and curled his knees to his chest.

So engrossed was he with his self-pity that Draco didn’t notice the ornate mirror right in front of him—didn’t notice it until the moment he had dried his eyes and gotten up to figure out his way back to the Slytherin dormitories. Draco cautiously approached the mirror. The first thing Draco saw was himself: wrinkled robes, rubbed-red eyes, and disheveled hair from when he nearly pulled all of his hair out in frustration.

But then he noticed that there was a hand brushing out the knots of his white-blonde hair with her fingers—Granger? And there, an arm wrapping itself around Hermione’s shoulders—that was Ron, who was flashing him a genuine grin. And finally, Draco observed a hand that was holding onto Draco’s own, a hand that belonged to Harry Potter, who looked at Draco with no malice, no spite—simply love.

For the rest of the night and many more nights after, Draco Malfoy stood there and watched what might have been.

[lesbibrando]

the day i meet all of my interent friends its tears for you bitches

@religious-pizza-roll @darlingtholland @dmxlfoypotter @lokiislowkeyhot @unadulteratedpaperparadise @

[lesbibrando]

Could you recommend some blogs I need people to follow

sorry this took so long lol. most of these are my fave blogs

harry potter/drarry

@justdrarryme @parkkate @bixgirl1 @religious-pizza-roll @unadulteratedpaperparadise @drarry-with-a-side-of-harry @l0vegl0wsinthedark @dmxlfoypotter @lettersbyelise @ladyyinburgundy @tonsofdrarry @shan-the-hufflepuff @amortenteia @dracoisabitch @castleonthehell   @godblessdrarry @asktheboywholived @sirussly @siriussly-serious @scarheaded-ferret @azkaabanter @accio-shitpost

marvel

@darlingtholland @peachesandparker @lokiislowkeyhot @spidcyson @arachnaboy @ann-fortunately @ironmanstan @spidey-art @spidey-webbs @osterfields @tomhollandcouk @hollands-gf @marvelgifs @marvel-lous-things @bi-thor @rdjdad @theavengersss

those are the ones i can think of rn, ill add more 

[ao3feed-harrydraco]

by dmxlfoypotter

Words: 1106, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hugo Weasley, Rose Weasley

Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley

Additional Tags: Birthday, Fluff, Surprise Party