#draco malfoy is as gay as the sun in bright

[lunaxart]

them forgiving each other is always my fav part in fics, so i felt like i had to draw my own version of it

[poppletonink]

Best Quotes From 'Red, White and Royal Blue'

"David," Alex says. "He's a beagle. I remember because, like, who does that? Who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney. Like a dog tax attorney."

"Christ, you're as thick as it gets," he says, and he grabs Alex's face in both hands and kisses him.

“I don’t give a damn what Joanne has to say, Remus John Lupin is gay as the day is long, and I won’t hear a word against it.” (I know this one isn't technically in the latest version of the book, but it was there when I first read it and I miss it.)

"First you've been, like, Draco Malfoy-level obsessed with Henry for years"

"The next slide is titled: EXPLORING YOUR SEXUALITY: HEALTHY, BUT DOES IT HAVE TO BE WITH THE PRINCE OF ENGLAND?"

"Sometimes you just jump and hope it's not a cliff."

"Your hair in the mornings is truly a wonder to behold," is how he breaks the silence.

"I needed a run," he says. "To clear my head a bit, figure out... what's next. Very Mr. Darcy brooding at Pemberley."

Alex sighs. "I don't think I told you, but she, uh. Well, when she fired me, she told me that if I wasn't a thousand percent sure about you, I needed to break things off." Henry nuzzles his nose behind Alex's ear, "A thousand percent?" "Yeah, don't let it go to your head."

"I'm taking a picture of a national gay landmark," Alex tells him. "And also a statue."

"At cruising altitude, he takes the chain off his neck and slides the ring on next to the old house key. They clink together gently as he ticks them both under his shirt, two homes side by side."

"So," she says. "Do you feel forever about him?" And there's no room left to agonize over it, nothing left to do but say the thing he's known all along. "Yeah," he says, "I do."

"He hates himself, but he doesn't regret anything, and maybe that makes him a bad person and a worse politician, but he doesn't regret Henry."

"Wait. Zahra. Oh my God. I just realized. You're... my friend." "No, I'm not." "Zahra, you're my mean friend." "Am not."

"But the thing is, jumping off cliffs is kinda my thing. That's the choice. I love him, with all that, because of all that. On purpose. I love him on purpose."

"I've been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Phillip."

"It's a mural of himself and Henry, facing each other, haloed by a bright yellow sun, depicted as Han and Leia. Henry in all white, starlight in his hair. Alex dressed as a scruffy smuggler, a blaster at his hip. A royal and a rebel, arms around each other. He snaps a photo on his phone, and fingers shaking, types out a tweet: Never tell me the odds."

"When the car door opens, it's June, standing there in a bright yellow T-shirt that says: HISTORY, HUH? "You like it?" she says. "There's a guy selling them down the block. I got his card. Gonna put it in my next column for Vogue."

“So, what?” he asks. “You want me to quit politics and go become a princess? That’s not very feminist of you.” “That’s not how feminism works,” she says, rolling her eyes.

"I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us."

"History, huh? Bet we could make some."

[nlghtshade]

♡ july 2022 favorites

sorry this is so late 😭 july just came and went ?? i swear it was still june just last week ... anyway ... it's finally the weekend and i've caught up and organized myself enough to polish this list up :)

so many amazing recs for amazing fic and art this month !! hidden gems s2 by @sitp-recs is officially live !! i've added so many fics to my list via the amazing submissions for wizard hearts 2022, and a soft welcome back to @softlystarstruck's softly reading lists !!

i've also been loving all the amazing fics and art coming out of @hd-wireless, @hp-bodiceripper and @gwbexchange's hd summer vibes fest ♡

and lastly just want to highlight how lovely this month has been - there's been so many birthdays, anniversaries and lovely appreciation posts for everyone going around that just !!! make my heart burst w happiness ♡ so last but not least - a special special shoutout to @rockingrobin69 and her lovely fandom recs and this piece of fandom love ♡

FIC

ever-giving heart (2021, Explicit, 6.1k) by @softlystarstruck

Harry Potter doesn't ask for help, until he does– desperately, standing on Draco's doorstep. Draco doesn't intend to get invested. Really.

All The Time In The World (2022, Mature, 7k) by @basicallyahedgehog

Since he hit puberty, Harry has been using glamours to make his body look how he feels. But when the Horcrux inside him dies, taking his body's ability to accept magic with it, he is left back at the starting line. Or, after the war Harry figures out who he wants to be with the help of his family, the world's best best-friend, and a surprising person from his past.

Day 194: Feral (2022, 2.8k) by @drarrily-we-row-along

cw: injury on a case- everyone is fine but it's a little icky.

A Saturday Kind of Love by @nv-md

For the brilliant and wonderful @emmalovesdilemmas who sent me the prompt: farmer’s market. Have I written a similar fic before? Sure have. Do I still love it? Sure do. Please enjoy some boys in love! For my Somewhat Summer Drarry Drabbles.

Heart of Gold by @phoebe-delia

This is for the marvelous, majestic, incredible birthday geese, @geesenoises. My love, I don't quite know what I'd do without you and your big heart and smart brain. You are so full of kindness, wisdom, humor and generosity. I simply adore you. Thank you, also, for introducing me to Griff. For you, I have a little songfic offering based on "Heart of Gold," which as we've discussed is a great Drarry song. I hope I've done it justice. Enjoy!

Dichotomy by @undercoverwarlock

For @drarrymicrofic's prompt, "Bike Dream" by Rostam. I don't know what this is. Enjoy?

Discord by @skeptiquewrites

for @drarrymicrofic prompt 'discord' by the living temple

The Things We Did And Didn’t Do (2017, Teen, 2k) by @gingertodgers

Harry is due back from visiting Hermione and Ron in Australia, three months after finally spending the night with Draco. It's time to DTR.

High Aspirations (2019, Teen, 3.6k) by @amelior8or

The mission was supposed to be simple — the smugglers weren’t taking Portkeys, so the Aurors just need to track them onto a Muggle aerial plane. It’s fine. Nothing can really go wrong, as long has Harry can deal with Draco flying Muggle for the first time, and with Draco completely blowing their cover. And with Draco looking really beautiful when he throws curses.

ART

♡ Discovered unposted Drarry sketch in my folders. by @schnellertod

♡ This is a continuation of a series of drawings about young Aurors Harry and Draco by @egonorainu

♡ Tit For Tat Ficbinding by @a-gay-old-time for @mintawasalreadytaken with art by @mad1492, @babooshkart, & @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm

also check out @mintawasalreadytaken’s newly finished sequel, Truly Being Alive !!

♡ long time no see) by @roncheg

♡ 💛🌳🗡🖼🌼 by @short666bread

♡ He was the sun / bright and warm / and I was like ice / slowly melting at his touch by @cuckooboo

jegulus

♡ draco malfoy by @adayka

♡ Sectumsempra~ by @ceresartsy

♡ Ginny & Tom by @its-nanse

♡ Wolfstar by @satzzzart

♡ Lace and Heels by @peachbabypie

♡ The Importance of Charming Draco Malfoy by @lilbeanz

♡ Redraw of that old tattooed/tattooist/something Draco and boxer Harry (or something like it). by @fantalfart

♡ Dear Padfoot, by @enselius

♡ january ♡ february ♡ march ♡ april ♡ may ♡ june

[just-dave-thoughts]

Hi my name is Dave Dave'ness Daventia Daven Dave and I have dark brown hair (that's how I got my name) with mutton chops and sunglasses and light brown eyes like amber drops and a lot of people tell me I look like JSchlatt (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to Gerard Way but I wish I was because he's a major fucking hottie. I work for the government but I'm mostly just a normal guy. I have pale white skin with vitiligo. I'm also an MTF, and I go to a confidential place called the SCP Foundation in New York where I'm on my second year (I'm twenty one). I'm gay (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly bright colors. I love Hot Topic and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a green button up shirt with pink and yellow flowers on it and a pair of black shorts, pink fishnets and black combat boots. I was wearing absolutely no makeup whatsoever. I was walking outside the foundation. It was snowing and raining so there was no sun, which I was very happy about. A lot of preps stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them."Hey Dave!" shouted a voice. I looked up. It was... Draco Malfoy!

[unconditionaldrarry]

12 for the drarry prompts pls?

Oh yes, this one is good. I was hoping someone would pick 12.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” - “Long enough.”

———

“You’re being ridiculous, Draco.”

“I am NOT being ridiculous! I told you, he’s not interested in me so there’s no point talking about it.”

Pansy sighed in frustration at her friend’s attitude. They were sat in their corner of the eighth year common room discussing Draco’s failure of a love life.

“I’m telling you, Potter is into you. Why would he be all friendly and nice to you, of all people, if he didn’t like you?”

“Because he is a nice, friendly guy who is too forgiving and far too straight!”

Draco had had a crush on Harry Potter since as long as he could remember. So it hasn’t helped when his long term enemy had decided they were going to be friends now that the war was over.

“He told Ginny he didn’t want to get back with her, and he hasn’t dated any other girls since we came back to Hogwarts.”

Draco rolled his eyes and sighed at the suggestion that that meant Potter was no longer into women.

“There could be plenty of reasons why he doesn’t want to date any of the girls here. It doesn’t make him gay.”

“If I could find out for sure whether Harry is gay or not, would you want to know?”

“Of course I would! I’ve had a crush on the idiot for 7 years, but even if he is gay, that doesn’t mean he likes me.”

It was completely the wrong moment for Draco to say that. They hadn’t noticed how many people had entered the common room, or how the subject of their conversation had been walking over to talk to Draco just as he had made his confession.

“Shit.” Pansy looked up from where Draco was sat to the boy who was now stood behind him.

Draco frowned at her before spinning around in his chair and being horrified when he saw who it was that was stood behind him.

“Fuck, h- how long have you been standing there?.” He thought he might be sick.

“Uh, long enough. Draco, do you-“

But his words were cut short by the bell that signalled their next lesson had started. Draco took this as a chance to escape the most embarrassing situation of his life, and darted out of the common room.

Despite them sharing several classes together, Harry found it very difficult to catch the Slytherin boy that day.

He was wandering around the gardens when he finally found the blond, the sun bouncing off of his bright hair as he well his head in his hands, rocking slightly.

“Draco.” Harry walked towards the other boy slowly, trying not to scare him off.

The other boy jumped at the sound of his name, and looked defeated when he saw who it was who had called to him.

“Look, Potter, just go away. What you heard earlier was stupid.”

“Draco, don’t worry, okay? You haven’t done anything wrong.” Harry sat down next to him and the boy sighed again, closing his eyes.

“It feels wrong.”

“It shouldn’t. I, I do like you, you know.”

Draco finally turned and looked at him with weary eyes.

“Why, though? I’m horrible. I’ve been horrible to you since the day I met you”.

Harry laughed, he supposed Draco was sort of right.

“Yes, you were a little shit when we were younger. But you helped me too, and I know that’s because you’re a good person really, even if it’s deep down.”

Draco smiled at him cautiously.

“It took me a long time to realise I was wrong, though. I was weak, scared.”

“So was I, Draco. If you had identified me in the Mannor, I’d be dead. If you hadn’t let me use your wand-“

“It doesn’t mean I deserve you. I should’ve been on your side from the start.”

“So you’re on my side now?” Draco properly turned to meet Harry in the eye.

“Yes, I am.”

Harry smiled at him. He reached out and took Dracos hand into his own, squeezing it tight.

“I like you, Draco Malfoy. I don’t care about the past. I only want to move towards the future, and I want you to be in it with me.”

Draco squeezed Harry’s hand back. “I want to be there with you, too. I’m just scared.”

“Let’s be scared together.” Harry leaned forward and kissed Draco, catching the other boy by surprise. Draco quickly fell into the embrace and leaned in close to Harry.

When they finally pulled apart, they were both smiling. This was the start of something new.

———

I always end these so weakly but I hope you enjoyed regardless. I’m working on making a master list for all of these prompts so they’re easier to find, I hope you enjoyed :)

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

Seven times someone spoke to a Marauder alone in a portrait and one person who spoke to them all together

In a world where all the Marauders died in the first war, their souls are preserved in portraits in Hogwarts. Their stories are legend if a bit tweaked, and their names are famous if a bit forgettable. But they were painted individually, and housed all over the castle, separated for all eternity from each other.

(Also, there are seven Marauders because Lily, Severus, and Regulus. Fight me.)

(FOR CONTEXT: Regulus married a Muggle named Amir and had a daughter with him named Hailee. Regulus and Sirius never fell out and Regulus calls Remus “Mum” because reasons. Sirius and Remus married and died without children and James and Lily had Harry with their partner, Severus. Peter had a nonbinary partner named Max, but they died in the war.)

ONE: Regulus Black (Room of Requirement) & Draco Malfoy [Second Year - Youth (Daughter)]

Draco is coming back from Quidditch practice after calling Hermione a Mudblood. He’s walking alone down a hallway empty of doors when one suddenly materializes in front of him. He walks inside, too curious not to, and finds a room with two chairs in front of a crackling fire.

Over the fire hangs a portrait of a young man with pale skin, ebony hair, and striking grey eyes. Draco sits down in one of the chairs and picks up the cup of hot cocoa from the coffee table, looking up at the portrait, which has now started moving.

“Who are you?” He asks, and the portrait shoots him a grim look.

“My name is Regulus Black. Do you know who I am?”

Draco shakes his head. Regulus hums, tugging at something around his wrist.

“I’m a Death Eater who defied Voldemort,” he says, pulling his sleeves up to reveal a blank wrist. “They didn’t paint me with that wretched Mark, thank Merlin.”

Draco puts his cocoa down, nervous, and finds his eyes darting around the room for a door.

“How do I get out of here?” He asks with all the politeness he can muster, and Regulus offers him a wry smile.

“Right through that door,” he says gently, pointing to the door now etching itself out of the wall. “But please remember, Draco - you make your own choices in life. You decide who you are. Not a House, not a name, not a Mark. You. Do not forget that like I did.”

Draco nods, backing towards the door.

“But you defected,” he says, feeling small. Regulus smiles sadly, his eyes cutting.

“Yes, I did. And I paid for it with my life. And the life of my partner, and my daughter, and my brother and my mum and my best friends. I paid, Draco. I’m still paying.”

Draco has his hand on the door knob. “Huh,” he says, and opens the door when Regulus adds, “Oh, and Draco, dear? Don’t call people Mudbloods. There’s no such thing. And it’s rude.”

Draco nods frantically and closes the door so hard he lands flat on his ass in the hallway, watching the door seal itself and fade back into stone.

TWO: James Potter (Gryffindor Quidditch “Hall” of Fame, Gryffindor Common Room) & Seamus Finnigan [Fourth Year - Never Not (Lauv)]

Seamus finds himself alone in the Gryffindor common room one Wednesday morning, pretending to be sick with a cold. He’s wrapped in a blanket and staring into the empty fireplace when he hears, “YO! KID!”

Startled, he falls off the couch, and stumbles up and over to the Quidditch trophy case in the corner. There, in a small frame, is the smiling face of a boy who looks just like Harry, except without the mark, with dark eyes, and happier. Seamus reads the plaque, James Potter, and smiles sadly, wondering if Harry has ever talked to this portrait before.

James, meanwhile, barrels forward, “You’re the one in love with that lanky black kid, right?” Seamus’ eyes snap up as he sputters, but James just grins. “Cool. I thought so. Can I give you some advice…?”

“Seamus.”

“Can I give you some advice, Seamus?”

Seamus, now bright red, says, “Um, sure?”

James’ eyes twinkle and he says, “Tell him.”

Seamus starts coughing, beating his chest as James laughs and he protests, “No! No, I can’t just tell my best friend I’m in love with him!”

James shrugs. “You can,” he says. “You wanna know a secret?” He leans in just a bit. “My best friends fell in love.”

Seamus startles. “What?” He breathes, and James grins.

“Yeah. Sirius Potter and Remus Lupin. Wasted six bloody years apart before finally giving in and admitting it. They’re the most in love people I’ve ever met.” His brow wrinkles. “Well, except Sev and Lily and me.” It wrinkles further. “Nah, I gotta give ‘em this one.”

Seamus gapes in shock for a moment before blurting, “That werewolf and the Black runaway were in love?! And you - fuck, you were with Severus Snape???” James stares at him for a moment before blinking and then bursting into laughter.

When he finally calms down, he looks back up at Seamus’ flushed face and says, “Sirius is a Potter and a Lupin, not a Black. And he and Remy loved each other more than anything. And yeah, Sev and Lily and I had some real fun times.” He tilts his head in consideration and says, “Actually, now that I think about it, some of those happened right on that couch over there. It’s weird they haven’t gotten a new one, huh?”

Seamus sputters for a third and final time and skitters away with a tomato-red face as James shouts after him, “TELL HIM, KID! SHOVE HIM AGAINST A WALL AND SNOG HIM SENSELESS!”

(Seamus, later, to Harry: “Your dad is fucking wack, bro.”)

THREE: Lily Evans (Library, Restricted Section) & Cedric Diggory [Fourth Year - Someone To You (BANNERS), Good Old Days (Kesha, Macklemore)]

Cedric sneaks into the Restricted Section to hide from all the pressure of the tournament. One night he’s thumbing through the books in his boredom when he finds an unframed portrait of a smiling redhead. As soon as he lifts her out of the book, titled The Marauders: A Complete History of Unfiltered Pranks (by Minerva Mcgonogall for Minerva Mcgonogall, signed by Regulus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Sirius Lupin (Love you Minnie!), and Lily Evans), the portrait pipes up, “Hi! I’m Lily!”

Cedric nearly drops the book in shock, but manages to catch it at the last second, mustering up a smile for the grinning portrait and introducing himself. She beams and glances at the book in his hand, her smile turning mischievous. “That’s a good one. We did get up to a lot, didn’t we?”

Speechless, he nods, not really processing that she’s just admitted to being Lily Evans, and her eyes dull with sadness at the sight of one of the injuries on his collarbone from the most recent challenge.

“Where’d you get that?” She asks, and he explains the tournament. She hums, and finally murmurs, “I heard them say my son is in that. Is that true?”

Mouth dry, Cedric nods, and Lily looks up at him again with glassy eyes and rasps, “Can you tell him I love him? That I’m proud of him and so are his fathers? Can you tell him that for me?”

Cedric nods again, hearing a creak and turning his head towards the noise when Lily whispers, “Go. Go, Cedric, before you get caught. Be brave, honey.” Cedric shoves the portrait back into the book and the book back onto the shelf with a muttered goodbye before sprinting away, Lily’s words echoing in his ears like a dying child’s scream.

FOUR: Sirius Black (Mcgonogall’s Office) & Ginny Weasley [Fifth Year - Alone (Bazzi)]

Ginny is sitting in Mcgonogall’s office, waiting for her professor to come and scold her for punching Zabini (he touched Luna’s ass, what was she supposed to do? Ask him to kindly stick his nose up where the sun don’t shine? She’d still be here, and he’d still be snickering like the slimy motherfucker he is in that dungeon cell he calls his bedroom). She hears a cough from somewhere on Mcgonogall’s desk and straightens up, ducking her head to peek around when she hears, “Pssst. Over here.”

She looks over and sees a framed picture of Sirius Black, grinning as if he’d never died. She swallows down her tears and nods her head in a polite hello. Sirius’ smile saddens as he says, “I hear you’re dating my godson.”

Ginny blushes, but nods, and for a moment, Sirius looks like he’s about to cry. “Why are you here, Ginny?” He asks softly, and she shrugs.

“Punched a Slytherin who touched my friend’s ass.”

Sirius grins at that, nodding his head in respect. “Good girl. You ever think about why that is?”

Ginny’s brow furrows and she opens her mouth to ask what he means when she sees his eyes wandering to a sketch of a wolf howling at the moon on Mcgonogall’s far wall, with the note For you, Minnie. Moony didn’t want it. Love, Sirius.

“I fell in love with a boy once,” Sirius murmurs. “My best friend. Remus Lupin. And he loved me back.”

I know, Ginny wants to say. You two were married and gave baby Harry joint Christmas presents and danced in the kitchen when you thought no one else was still awake. I’ve heard the stories, I’ve seen the pictures. I know. But instead she stays quiet, listening as Sirius tells his story.

“But instead of admitting that, I dated Marlene McKinnon for three years. Sold my gay ass out to a lesbian whore because I was too afraid to tell him how I felt about him.” Ginny has a lot of questions about the “lesbian whore” part - “I mean, she was a friend of mine, but I never wanted to kiss her, or sleep with her, but I did anyway. And he looked so fucking sad all the time. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t wanna ruin my happiness. I didn’t know how to tell him that he was my happiness. By the time I figured it out, it was too late.”

Ginny swallows, finally speaking up, “Why are you telling me this?” Sirius finally tears his eyes away from the picture of the wolf and the moon and gives her a bitter smile.

“Because I’m dead and my husband and I spent a mere three years together in all of the ten we knew each other. What kind of bullshit is that?”

Ginny shrugs. “Some bullshit,” she answers, and laughs uncomfortably.

Sirius laughs too, then sighs. He looks deep into her eyes and says, “I love my godson. You make sure he knows that. But I also love my husband. And I spent too damn long running from that. So let me save you a bit of trouble, Ginny - the greatest love is often the scariest.”

Ginny purses her lips. “What are you saying?” She says slowly, and Sirius smiles sadly as Mcgonogall’s heels come clicking down the hall.

“I’m saying maybe you shouldn’t waste your time on Harry when both your and his hearts lie elsewhere.”

Ginny blushes, looking down at the homemade bracelet Luna made her three summers ago, and at the sound of the door opening, she looks back up at a frozen Sirius, whose eyes are caught on Mcgonogall, somehow still twinkling.

FIVE: Peter Pettigrew (Outside Gryffindor Dorms) & Ron Weasley [Fifth Year - lovely (Billie Eilish, Khalid)]

Ron is sulking on the stairs outside the Gryffindor common room after a particularly bad Quidditch loss. He wishes he were with Hermione and Harry, but they were already tangled together when he came upstairs and he didn’t want to intrude, even though they invited him to.

He knows they’re all best friends, he just feels so much like the third wheel sometimes. So he’s sulking when he hears a soft, “Hey.”

He looks up in surprise and sees a portrait of Peter Pettigrew, and he immediately steels his eyes, backing away. Seeing this, Peter shouts, “Wait, no! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I know! I just - I didn’t actually betray them, you know? Okay, well, I did, but - but I fixed it! They forgave me! I promise I’m not evil, I’m not, Ron -”

“How do you know my name?” Ron blurts, and Peter jumps back in his frame, startled, then smiles softly.

“They say it,” he answers. “Harry, and that girl you’re always with. They say your name all the time.”

Ron blushes. “Oh,” he says, ducking his head with a smile. When he looks back up into Peter’s sad eyes, he says, “We lost today. Quidditch.”

Peter cocks his head. “To who?”

Ron shrugs, looking down at his lap and fidgeting with his fingers over his knees. “Slytherin. Never lost against Slytherin before.”

Peter shrugs. “James and Sirius did. All the time.”

Ron looks up. “Really?” Peter smiles softly.

“Yeah. Mostly because they wanted Severus and Regulus to feel good, but. Yeah, they lost to Slytherin all the damn time.”

Ron’s smile fades. “Severus? Like, Snape? The Death Eater?”

Peter winces, then shrugs. “The Order spy. But, yeah.”

Ron blinks in shock. “They were friends? Even after Lily?”

Peter’s brow furrows in confusion, but he answers anyway, “Yes? They were dating. Them and Lily. Sent the whole school up in flames.”

Ron’s jaw drops open. “You can do that?”

Peter shrugs. “Yeah, ‘course you can. You can date Harry and that girl if you want. No one’s stopping you.”

Ron flushes, looking down in shame.

“They don’t want me,” he mumbles. “Not the way they want each other.”

Peter hums. “Severus said that too. So did James. They were both idiots.” Looking up at Ron’s glistening eyes and pouting lips, he smiles.

“Just because you’re not the smartest or the strongest or the funniest or the best at anything in particular doesn’t mean you’re not important, or that people don’t care about you.”

Ron nods, slowly. He stands and heads back inside without another word, pretending he doesn’t hear Peter sigh and say, “You’re welcome,” bitterly as he mumbles the password to the Fat Lady and slips back through the crack in the door.

SIX: Severus Snape (Headmaster’s Office) & Hermione Granger [Sixth Year - Ophelia (The Lumineers), O Children (Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds)]

Hermione is visiting Dumbledore’s office for her Prefect badge and an overview of the position while Ron and Harry are brooding in their room. The three of them have become far closer than normal lately, and she’s almost glad to be away for a moment, as they’ve always been more honest with each other when she isn’t around. She can’t decide if that bothers her or not.

She’s waiting for Dumbledore to get there when she hears, “Miss Granger, correct?” in a slow, molasses drawl.

She looks up at the portrait labelled Severus Snape and answers the boy in the Slytherin tie, “Yes. Hello, Mr. Snape.”

Severus grins slowly, a cat-like expression of amusement and carefully calculated arrogance. “Smart one, aren’t you?” He asks, and she nods. He clicks his tongue. “Should’ve been in Ravenclaw.”

She flushes and opens her mouth to retort when the Sorting Hat starts shouting about insecure fuckwads who don’t know their place and Severus starts screaming back about it not doing its fucking job right until finally Hermione screams, “STOP!”

The hat grumbles off to sleep again while she stares a shocked Severus down, her shaking hands curled in fists as she says, “Please don’t shout at it. It’s tired.”

Severus raises an eyebrow, but huffs and turns away. She sees his blank arm as he turns his back to her and feels her heart break open with pity.

“You’re Harry’s father, right?” She asks softly, and his head whips towards her in shock. She offers a sad smile and explains, “Lily and James. There are no records, of course, but…”

“You’re Mcgonogall’s favorite,” Severus finishes, smiling wryly. “Yes. I am one of Harry’s fathers.”

Hermione nods, looking down at her books, and swallows before looking back up again to say, “He really loves you.”

Severus rears back in shock, his eyes searching her for lies as she tears up. “He really does. You may not know it, and he doesn’t speak of it, but - but I can tell. He misses you.”

Severus’ eyes turn dull and glassy and he turns away, hiding his face with his long shaggy hair. Hermione swallows down her tears, smiling again. “Yes, well -”

“I love him too,” Severus interrupts, voice soft. “I miss him too. We all do. Tell… tell him that, would you?”

Hermione blinks, then nods.

“Of course,” she says, ducking her head as the staircase starts to rumble. “I’ll take good care of him, sir.”

Severus smiles that sad wry smile again and stills just as Dumbledore steps through the door, but Hermione hears his silence echo in her ears.

Thank you.

SEVEN: Remus Lupin (Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom) & Luna Lovegood [Seventh Year - Dynasty (MIIA), Towards The Sun (Rihanna)]

As the war comes closer and closer to Hogwarts, the students there grow more and more anxious. Luna herself takes refuge in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, where only Harry and Ginny know to find her. But with Harry on the run with Ron and Hermione and Ginny trying to hold down the fort with Seamus and Dean, Luna often finds herself alone.

One day she decides to make her way up onto the balcony over the classroom that leads to the office, and she reaches for the knob on the office door when she hears, “Don’t go in there, Miss Lovegood.”

She looks over at the portrait who’s spoken, dubbed Remus Lupin, and smiles. He smiles kindly back and asks, “What are you even looking for?”

Luna shrugs. “Some way to help, I guess.”

Remus smiles wryly and nods, glancing down at the wedding ring adorning his finger. His smile softens for a moment before he says, “Sometimes, Miss Lovegood, the best way to win a war is by treating others with kindness.”

Luna tilts her head to the side. “Like, with hugs and smiles?” She asks, and Remus smiles, biting his lip and nodding. His eyes are glassy, but she pretends not to notice.

“Yes, my dear, with hugs and smiles. Support each other. Take no conversation for granted. Merlin knows the only thing that comforted me in the first war was the constant reminders that I still had my family. That they were fighting with me, and that I was fighting for them.”

Luna nods sagely and looks down at the bracelets littering her wrists, each one made for a different person in her life: Ginny, her girlfriend; Harry, her partner; Neville, her best friend; Draco and Ron and Hermione, her friends. She asks, “What comforted you when you died? I know… I know it wasn’t fast. Or painless.”

Remus smiles, his eyes shining with kindness and hope despite the exhausted bruises beneath them and the scars across his face.

“I wasn’t alone,” he answers, his voice soft. “I died by Sirius’ side. I was holding his hand when I saw the light. And in the light there were silhouettes - James, Peter, Lily, Severus, Regulus. They were waiting for us. And I knew we would be okay.”

Luna nods. She twists a ring on her finger and says, “Thank you, Mr. Lupin. I’d best be going now.”

Remus nods as she begins to descend the steps, his voice ringing out one last time, “Good luck, Luna. I hope to Merlin your victory will be more permanent than ours.”

Luna twirls around, cocking her head as she asks, “You think we’ll win?” Remus smiles.

He nods, his eyes twinkling, and says, “Someone has to. Why not you?”

ONE: All Together Again (Grimmauld Place, Harry & Ron & Hermione’s Bedroom)  & Harry Potter [After Graduation of Eighth Year - Daylight (Taylor Swift)]

Following the end of the war, Harry moves into Grimmauld Place, left to him by the godfather he never knew. He takes Hermione and Ron with him, the three of them having been in a committed relationship since sometime when they were on the run and following an unspoken agreement that they will follow each other anywhere.

Luna lives nearby with Ginny, in an apartment by Draco’s little cottage and Neville’s tiny hovel. The three of them live quietly, though their friends visit often. Harry feels better, happier, though the hole left by his missing family is still there.

One day, as he’s putting up pictures of him and his partners around their shared bedroom, he hears, “Harry?”

He looks up, and there, on the opposite wall, is a picture of the seven Marauders, all young and staring at him in shock. Harry tears up and rushes over, taking the picture delicately in his hands and smiling as he rakes his eyes over his lost family. They all grin back, and Harry reads the inscription on the frame: My dear Marauders, You have been my pride and joy for seven long short years. I know you will all do great things; I cannot wait to see what you accomplish. You are, and have always been, my favorite students. All my love, Minnie.

Harry covers his mouth, emotional, until finally James asks, “Are you happy?”

Harry looks at Remus and Sirius, their fingers intertwined and their eyes sparkling. He looks at Regulus and Peter, their arms around each other’s shoulders as they grin. He looks at Severus and Lily and James, his three wonderful parents. And he looks down at the two wedding rings on the chain around his own neck, bearing the initials R.W. and H.G.. And he nods.

“Yeah,” he answers, grinning. “Yeah, I’m really fucking happy.”

[safebubblebycyg]

pastel and the punk {a drarry highschool au}:

"hey gays" harry said casually, sitting down at the lunch table all of his friends were at. they always met in the cafeteria before school started so they could discuss who's house they were at after school and what diner to eat at. pansy rolled her eyes at him and waved as did the rest of his friends. around the table sat most of harry's friends: ron, hermione, ginny, luna, and pansy.

ron had on a simple white t-shirt with his signature leather jacket and ripped jeans and a beanie that covered some of his fiery red hair. hermiones outfit never altered and today was no different. she wore a cropped black sweater with a leather skirt and ripped leggings. ginny was leaned onto her girlfriend showing her all of the bracelets that covered her arms today. her fiery red hair showed that she was definitely rons sister. the girl wore a black hoodie and black jeans, but still wore white converse, she claimed it added "necessary contrast". luna, much like her girlfriend, also had multiple bracelets on her arms but also had a ring on almost every finger too. lunas blonde hair was tied into a messy bun and she had on a mint green tank top that said "lover girl". her black ripped jeans and black converse seemed to darken her look though. pansy had her signature black lipstick with a cropped dark green hoodie. she worn distressed black jeans and doc martins to tie it together. harry himself had on a gray t-shirt that said "gay and not okay" with a black denim jacket over it. he wore black ripped jeans and black on black converse.

his group liked black to say the least.

but the only person missing was blaise.

blaise had gone to pick up neville and his friends today. why, harry had no idea, but nonetheless it was a sweet gesture. harry groaned loudly and took rons phone and hermiones book.

"can i help you?" ron mumbled while reaching for his phone.

"you can tell me why the hell you all are so boring and look like someone pissed in your cheerios this morning" harry demanded, shoving rons phone into his pocket and hermiones book into his bag. he grabbed ginnys phone and the girl simply frowned.

"blaise isnt here. which means neville isnt here. which means we have no one to have light hearted conversation with. all we do is talk in fluent sarcasm and flirting" pansy spoke bluntly, shrugging after she stopped.

"and why exactly do we need light hearted conversation?" harry asked, annoyed.

"because if we let you talk itll sound like "oh, draco, my sweet precious dragon. how his grey eyes shine under the lighting of the sun and his porcelain skin is so warm and soft and how his platinum blonde locks curl so delicately. but we're just friends and i dont like him more than platonically, nooo" and everyone is sick of your swooning" ginny laughed. harrys face burned red and before he could retort, blaise arrived.

"are we making fun of harry??" he asked light-heartedly as he sat down and pulled neville into his lap who blushed. "i do love a good teasing sesh before class" he winked. blaise had on some clean white jeans and dark violet converse that matched the crop top he had on.

"blaise! stop being nasty!" draco gasped, sitting down in harrys lap, setting his bag on the floor. harry smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde. "hi, harebare" he smiled, and spoke gently towards the raven haired. draco had on a soft, yellow sweater on and a flowy white skirt. he had a sunflower crown and yellow converse to match.

"hello, my dragon. have a good morning?" he spoke quietly, attempting to not let the group listen into his conversation with draco. his attempts failed as they all spoke in hushed whispers so they could eavesdrop onto the conversation.

"mhm, blaise payed for my morning hot chocolate and i managed to get in some studying for my chem test on the way here!" he giggled and took a sip of his drink, holding it out to harry who took a sip and smiled.

"you got caramel in it?" he laughed. draco always had quite the sweet tooth. draco blushed softly and nodded, sipping it again.

"MERLIN, DATE ALREADY" pansy shouted at the two. draco choked on his hot chocolate.

"pAnsy?!" draco squealed. the girl shrugged and dodged dracos slap with a laugh.

"as endearing as this is, can i have my phone back??" ron asked, "i was in the middle of a good game of flappy bird"

...

"HARRY!!" draco shouted across the hall, grabbing the attention of the emerald eyed boy. the lunch bell had just rung and harry was rather hangry but nonetheless he waited for the blonde. "sorry, mrs. sprout held our class back to clean up. can we sit outside today?" he scrambled out as he wrapped himself around harrys arm.

"of course, let's just grab everyone and then we can head out, yeah?" harry spoke, unconsciously pulling his arm closer to him to drag draco closer. the two walked to the cafeteria in comfortable silence and smiled upon seeing their friends at the door talking. "hey, outside today?" harry asked once they were within earshot. everyone nodded and headed outside to sit in the grass. harry sat down and patted his lap, inviting draco to sit, which he gladly took.

"draco? have you ever heard of a chair?? or the grass?? or any possible place to sit that isnt harrys lap?" blaise asked jokingly, his arm slung over nevilles shoulders. draco simply rolled his eyes.

"im not sitting on the ground in a skirt." he pouted.

"im sitting on the ground in a skirt" hermione retorted.

"well, you arent a pretty princess like me!" draco stated proudly. pansy wheezed.

"who gave you that idea?" the black haired girl seemed to be holding back a fit of laughter.

"harry." all hell broke loose.

"NO BLOODY WAY HARRY TOLD YOU THAT" ginny laughed out. hermione and pansy were rolling on the ground laughing, blaise was leaning on neville trying to catch his breathe in between laughs while the boy was giggling, and luna sat calmly a bright grin on her face as she watched her girlfriend smile and laugh.

"he did! and im quoting from chemistry today, "you know, you're the prettiest princess ive ever seen, dray. you've even got a crown! therefore, you've earned the prettiest princess title. princess dray"" draco beamed from harrys lap as the raven haired boy buried his head in his neck and sighed. once the group calmed down, pansy spoke.

"and this is why you two should date. it's like beauty and the beast!! i mean, according to harry you're already a princess. well, i suppose hes not quiet a beast..." pansy spoke thoughtfully with a light-hearted tone.

"pastel and the punk!" neville shouted proudly. everyone let put a soft laugh and nodded with approval.

"does that mean if you kiss him, he'll transform from a punk rock beast to a pastel prince??" ron piped in.

"guess, c'mon, stop writing a fairy tale about us" harry sighed.

"we'll stop shipping you two once you actually admit your undying love for each other" pansy laughed out, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"we dont have an undying love!"

...

"hi dray" harry spoke softly, wrapping his arms around dracos waist. draco turned away from his locker and wrapped his arms around the raven haired boys neck, burying his face into his chest. "what's got you all flustered now, hm?" harry's voice was gentle as he started to rub dracos back.

"i have something to ask you but im scared and blaise and neville said i should and that itd turn out fine but im still scared" draco stumbled out worriedly. harry paused for a second before carefully lifting dracos head up.

"well, how about you ask me on the way to the diner after school, my pretty prince? we can listen to taylor swift and have the windows rolled down if it makes you feel any better. i promise whatever you tell me wont change anything. now, c'mon, pansy will kill us if we're late" harry softly pulled away from the boy and adjusted his flower crown. draco smiled, less stressed about the whole ordeal and slung his bag over his shoulder. the two were about to walk away before they heard it.

"hey, malfoy! what's a freak like you doing with potter? trying to convert him, are you?" zacharias smith asked cockily, strutting up to the pair. harry whipped around, shoving draco behind his back. "oh, potter, please. you shouldn't be protecting the freak. hes just going to make you gay, like him. we dont need anymore freaks in the building. now move so i can beat the gay out of him- make him a little more normal" harry seemed to snap as he punched zacharias square in the jaw and right in the nose.

"another word out of you, smith, and you can bet every single ounce of money in your bank account that you will be expelled. i know too many people to let homophobic bitches like you go around picking on people weaker than them. now, scram! i dont want another peep from you unless it's an apology" and with that, harry took dracos hand and stormed off.

once they reached harrys car harry leaned against it and pulled draco to his chest, burying his nose into his hair.

"are you okay?" draco mumbled from his position tucked into harrys body. harry lazily nodded and sighed. he silently let go of the blonde and opened the passenger door of his mustang for him. draco got in silently and waited for harry to get in and start driving. once they were on the road, draco plugged his phone the aux, playing some taylor swift. he turned towards harry best he could in his seat and smiled nervously.

"im assuming the news cant be terrible if you're grinning, dray" harry laughed, keeping his focus on the road (be safe kiddos).

"okay well....i really, REALLY like you harry. like more than friends. way more than friends. like, i wanna kiss you so hard my lips are bright red, like you. like, i wanna cuddle you for a really long time and call you mine, like you..i promise it's okay if you dont feel the same! ive just been holding off telling you for a really long time bu-" harry cut draco off by placing a hand on his thigh, leaving the boy flustered.

"i like you a lot too, my dragon. id go as far to say i love you. so, so very much" harry smiled, pulling into the parking lot of the diner and smirking at draco. he leaned over and gave him a sweet kiss. "is this what they mean by opposites attract?"

"ugh, you're too cheesy"

"awe, you love me. be my boyfriend?"

"of course" draco beamed, kissing harry again. maybe pastel and the punk could work out after all.

all was well.

WOW okay this was kinda hard to write but whateva i kinda like it! and i really hope you did too!!

[lunaxart]

(belated) christmas drarry fluff <3

[dewitty1]

Love, Harry

Zzzara @big-draco-energy

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Love Simon (2018) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy/Pansy Parkinson Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Daphne Greengrass, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall Additional Tags: Epistolary, Letters, Love Letters, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Secret Identity, Disguise, Closeted Character, Closeted, Closeted Harry Potter, Closeted Draco Malfoy, Coming Out, Outing, Oblivious, Oblivious Harry Potter, Pining, Mutual Pining, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Hogwarts Common Room, eighth year common room, Owl Post (Harry Potter), Owls, Angst, Friendship, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Ron Weasley is a Good Friend, Idiots in Love, idiots to lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blackmail, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Fantasy, Sexual Content, Wet Dream, Dream Sex, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, First Time, Secret Identity Fail, Reveal, Identity Reveal, Relationship Reveal, Publicity, Public Humiliation, Newspapers, News Media, Oral Sex, Kissing, Boys Kissing, Boys In Love, Making Out, Spin the Bottle, Party, Christmas Party, Halloween, Halloween Costumes, Yule Ball (Harry Potter), Draco Constellation, Constellations, Reunions, Reunited and It Feels So Good, Happy Ending, Shower Sex, Showers, Masturbation in Shower, POV First Person, POV Harry Potter, Quidditch, Dorks in Love, Declarations Of Love, Love Confessions, Friendship/Love, Lesbian Character, Gay, Gay Sex, Gay Character, Gay Panic, Gay Draco Malfoy, Gay Harry Potter, Based on Love Simon, Inspired by Love Simon, Love Simon, Alex Strangelove - Freeform, based on Alex Strangelove, inspired by Alex Strangelove, Drunken Kissing, Drunkenness, Drunken Shenanigans, Self Prompt Summary:

Harry Potter keeps a huge secret: that scary thing he can't tell anyone about. Until a mysterious penfriend changes his life, because he keeps a secret, too.

Excerpt:

Opening the Common Room door, I bump face-to-face with Seamus.

"There you are!" He exclaims, grabbing my arm. "Come on, it's about to begin."

"What?"

"Come on!" He pushes me towards the centre of the room, where people are sitting in circle.

There are all the Slytherins, Dean, Neville and Susan, a bit of the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. Hermione, however, is in the armchair with Ron on the floor at her feet.

"Sit down, Potty," Parkinson says, "we've been waiting for you."

She places an empty Butterbeer bottle on its side in the middle and takes her seat.

"Spin the bottle?" I ask, sitting down, because why the hell not? This is a party, and I'm having fun.

"Yes," she says, "the rules are simple because there's only one: whoever spins the bottle... makes out with the person the bottle points at! You begin, darling!" She taps Malfoy’s shoulder.

I feel a jolt of annoyance and something else, visions of Malfoy and Parkinson fresh in my mind. Malfoy is going to have a snogging session again; seems like his girlfriend doesn't mind. It irritates me for some reason.

Malfoy rolls his eyes, pointing his wand at the bottle. The spell sends it spinning on the spot in a blur, and my head is spinning with it. I hold my breath, the mere thought of watching Malfoy doing it again is weirdly turning me on. It seems like an eternity passes before it slows down... slower and slower... until it finally stops.

Someone whistles, making me look up. Parkinson bursts into giggles.

"Well that's something," Zabini says, and above him I see Hermione covers her face.

I look at the bottle.

No.

But yes.

The fucking thing is pointing directly at me.

Fucking hell.

I look up.

Malfoy is quiet.

My palms are tingling.

He hasn't changed in the face, only his eyes are wide, and a red spot is blooming bright on his cheekbone.

I don't know what's written across my face, I rather hope not what's crossing my mind right now. But I can't stop thinking of Malfoy's swollen lips and his hand on Parkinson's throat, the way his jaw was moving; my dick begins to swell. I'm drunk and it's not helping, not helping at all.

My heart is thudding, this is insane.

"Rules are rules," Daphne says.

Another quiet moment passes. Malfoy stands up.

"YEAH, Draco!" Zabini claps his hands.

I rise on my feet, my legs unsteady, taking a step into the centre where Malfoy is waiting for me.

Fucking hell, this is happening.

I cease breathing.

He comes close.

His face is covered with glitter, almost nothing remaining of the stars. Even his hair is sparkling, like snow in the sun - comes the thought.

He is very close, our toes touching, though to actually kiss we have to lean in.

He is taller a bit, barely nothing, barely same, doesn't matter for a kiss.

His eyes are bewildered, silvery-grey, and I vaguely indicate his eyebrows are dark.

“Fuck, I wouldn't want to be standing where you are, Harry!” Seamus shouts.

“C’mon, Harry, do it!” Someone adds, bursting into giggles.

Fuck. They'll never give me a rest.

My gaze falls on his lips, to the smudge of red lipstick still remaining - Parkinson's mark - and I don't like it there. Don't like it there.

"Come on, boys. Like you mean it." Parkinson says, her voice stark in the quiet room. "It's not done with a peck. "

"For fuck’s sake!" Malfoy bristles.

And before I know it, he grabs my neck, pulling me into the kiss.

Holy fuck.

The taste of alcohol on his tongue hits me, and his mouth is so hot. In shock, I realise that I am kissing back, and my knees would give way, if only his palm at my nape wasn’t holding me firmly in place. His tongue is insistent, he exhales in my mouth, and there's the urge in me to grab him and hold tight. His smell is maddening, my head is swimming.

I'm fully hard. I've never kissed a man before.

"Fuck me..." a voice says into the quiet.

Ginny's voice.

I jump away from Malfoy.

"You’ve got to be really pissed."

My face is burning; what the fuck was that ? I’ve never felt so ashamed in my entire life.

"Spin the bottle. Wanna join?" Parkinson sing-songs. "Boys are having fun."

I feel Malfoy's presence, but can't bring myself to look at him. Seems like he's as pissed as I am; there's no other explanation for this .

Malfoy steps away to sit down and I am standing alone like an idiot.

"Okay, guys," I mumble, walking towards Ginny.

Rolling her eyes, she takes my hand and leads me out of the room. "Let's get some air."

After that I don't remember much. Seems like we'd been outside, ‘getting some air’ for me, but I'm not sure.

I'm in bed. And I don't remember how I’d got here.

**

[awkwardkitten13]

Oh My My (Drarry fan fic written to Oh My My by Blue October)

Harry's POV

Harry paced his living room waiting for Ron and Hermione to get there. He was being forced to go to a concert. It would be the first time out since the war ended three years ago, but Hermione talked him into it saying that it was a muggle rock concert so it was highly unlikely they'd see someone they knew.  After thirty minutes of pacing he finally heard the door bell.  Instead of apperating they all climbed into a cab and they were of.

"So who's playing?" Harry asked as he watched the dark trees and building pass the cab window.

"Mostly indie bands, Wretched Air, Home For Sale and I hear Dirty blue will be there, they're supposed to be really good." Ron said. Harry didn't reply. He just stayed quiet till they arrived. As the first two bands played Harry stayed by the bar watching  Ron and Hermione dance. He finally got bored so he asked the bartender for a rum and coke. About four of those later he was finally feeling a bit looser.

It was at that time he looked up at the stage. The next band was just setting up, when the singer stepped up to the microphone Harry's jaw dropped. standing beneath the spotlight with bright blue hair, leather pants, and a tatted up torso was Draco Malfoy. He began to sing and harry was fully entranced. He couldn't turn away. Draco's voice had him lulled into hypnosis, and he was reminded of all those times he wanted to touch him when they were in school together. When they reached a slower love song it felt like draco was staring directly at him and his heart began to pound frantically. He couldn't understand why he felt this way still.

Draco's POV

As the band set up before the lights came on Draco scanned the crowd, but he almost fainted when his eyes got to the back where the bar was. Standing back there wearing tight blue jeans and a black T-Shirt was a familiar mop of black hair. He shook his head and reminded himself that this happened every show. He always thought he'd seen Harry before every show but its always turn out to be some stranger. He stepped up to the microphone and prepared for the first song, but before the lights came on the stranger turned around and this time his dream had come true. There was harry starring straight back at him with a socked expression on his face.

Draco put everything he could into his performance that night and when it came to the love song he sang it directly to Harry, as if he finally wanted harry to know how he felt. At the end of his bands set he threw on his jacket and went out front to "get a drink" as he told his mates. Really he just hoped to run into Harry. As he approached the bar he could feel Harry's eyes melting into him from just a few feet away. Form the corner of his eye he could see Harry trying to walked towards him but he was stopped by some drunk girl.

"Your super cute." Draco overhead the girl say to Harry. Draco kind of felt a little remorse and was ready to return to the green room when he heard harry's response.

"Sorry I don't swing that way, if you'd excuse me there's someone I have to meet." Draco smiled to himself as Harry finally made his way to his side.

"So the great Harry Potter's a gay huh? who'd have thought?" Draco said before Harry could say anything.

"Judging by those pants, your not so straight yourself Malfoy." Harry laughed.

"You got a problem with that, hot stuff?" Draco said as he turned and gave Harry a wink. Harry turned bright red and Draco couldn't help but smile.

"well that's a first!" Harry laughed.

"What? The flirting?" Draco asked.

"No, smiling while you flirted with me!" They both laughed.

Draco felt amazing it was the first time he'd talked to Harry and no pain was shed. He couldn't stop himself from asking, "Hey you wanna get out of here?"

Harry's POV

Harry stood there shocked for a moment. He never expected Draco to ask that. "I'd like that alot. Let me message Ron and Hermione and let them know i'm leaving."

He sent Hermione a message saying he was leaving with another friend and with in seconds Draco had him by the hand and they were getting into a cab. The skin on skin contact filled his stomach with butterflies.

"So is Granger going to be mad that you ditched them?" Draco laughed.

It took Harry a minute to comprehend what he had said because he was too busy staring at Draco's laughing face. He couldn't remember if he had ever seen him genuinely laugh before. He found it absolutely beautiful. He shook his head, "No but Ron might be." he laughed in return.

They laughed and told stories of what they'd been up to the past three years, and within 15 minutes they arived at Draco's flat.

"Do you want a drink?" Draco asked as they entered the extravagant flat.

"Sure!" Harry said feeling a little nervous now. Draco poored him another rum and coke and they both sat down on the couch.

"I hope i don't get you to flustered but i got to take the jacket off." Draco laughed with a wink.

"Get me to fl...?" Harry went to say but stopped mid sentence with his mouth still open when Draco finally had the jacket off. He had forgoten he was shirtless underneath.

Draco looked at him and laughed. "I wasnt being serious."

"What?" HArry shook his head again and tried not to stair at Draco's toned Tattooed torso. "Oh, I'm not flustered." He said turning red and feeling a stirring in his pants.

"Oh really?" Draco said with a bit of sass, "So if i..." Draco trailed of as he scooted closer on the sofa.

"What are you doing?" Harry said as he began to panic a little but in a good way.

"Nothing." Draco smiled as he lifted his hand and gently touched Harry's knee. Harry let out a quiet moan. "Ha not flustered my ass."

"Oh come on how could I not be you've always been so hot to meand that tattoos just add to it!?" Harry exclaimed and stuck his tongue out.

"Oh yeah? I've always been hot to you?" Draco smiled.

"Yes." Harry said quietly. Draco got up and straddled harry's lap with out warning making Harry's go eye wide. He slowly leaned down so his lips were brushing Harry's ear.

"I've always found you hot too," He whispered as his hand slowly slid up to harry's ribs, " But no one sticks their tongue out me." Harry felt him smile and soon he was being tickled viciously. they both laughed and Harry rolled trying to get away, but it was no use Draco had him. Somehow they ended up on the floor though and Draco paused for a moment. They were looking into each others eye. they just sat there staring for what seemed like eternity. Till Draco broke the silent with a whisper " What? Whatcha gunna do?" For some reason the way he said that sounded like the hottest thing Harry had ever heard. Harry smiled and placed his hand on Draco's cheek. Draco leaned down and they kissed passionately.

When they pulled away they were both out of breath. "I've been waiting to do that for years." They both said in unison. They smiled and Draco caught Harry's lips again. He slid his hand inside harry's shirt and harry let out a light moan, just enough for Draco to snake his tongue into his mouth and explore every inch of it. Harry bucked his hips up and that was the first time he'd heard Draco moan, but before he could cause any friction Draco stopped.

"Did i do something wrong?" He asked kind of hurt.

"No baby, no." Draco said and harry had to hide his blush at the pet name," I was just thinking, I want to do this right. I dont want our first time together to be some drunken night. I want us both to be sober and for the night to be perfect. If i keep going i won't be able to stop myself." He brushed Harry's cheek with his hand. "Can i take you to dinner sometime?"

Harry laughed, "I wish you were this perfect a few years ago. I'd like that a lot."

This time Draco stuck his tongue out at harry, so harry pinned him and started tickling his sides. Draco wriggled and escaped pinning Harry to the ground again. "Nice try."

"How's Saturday?"

"Hmm?"

"For dinner?"

"That will be perfect." Draco smiled. He hadn't felt this happy ever.

Harry left about thirty minutes later.

Draco POV

Saturday arrived like syrup on a cold day. Draco almost went crazy from the waiting, he was so excited.

He styled his blue hair and put on his best green button up with his black skinny jeans and combat boots. He was out the door and at the restaurant 30 minuted ealry. He sat at the bar and waited for harry. Soon he saw the all to familiar mop of black hair walk in the door. Harry was wearing a tight red T-shirt and dark blue jean that were just tight enough to show off his perfect ass. He smiled and approached and almost drooling Draco.

"Hi, sorry i didn't relise this would be such a nice place. I should have dress up a little more." Harry said.

"You're fine you look sexy." Draco replied leaving Harry blushing. "Shall we sit down?"

Dinner was perfect. They laughed and picked on each other, shared secrets, and even talked about what happened in school and put it behind them. After, the sat outside the restaurant and talked somemore till the sun was long gone.

"I dont normally ask this on a first date, but do you wanna come back to my flat? There's something i want to show you." Draco asked.

"Ive already been back to your flat." Harry laughed.

"True." Draco smiled in return, "So is that a yes then?"

"Yes." Harry laughed again.

They apperated back to Draco's flat and he let them in the front door.

"What is it you wanted..." Before harry could finish his sentence he was pushed up against the door and kissed.

Draco pulled back and both were out of breath. "Was that it?" Harry asked giggling.

"No. I've just been waiting to do that all night." Draco whispered in harry's ear sending shivers through Harry's body. "Come with me." Draco whispered again. He took Harry's hand and lead him to the living room where harry sat on the couch. He walked over to the closet and pulled out an acoustic guitar. He then pulled up the ottoman and sat in front of Harry. Harry was quiet but his face showed excitement and that made Draco smile. Draco started to strum and sing...

"You wear black hair I have blue

You look sadder than most boys do

The way you walk around

Always watching the ground

Well I like watching you

Your friends, they don't like me

I think they're jealous of my tattoos

I'm not a bad guy

Just like wearing black

I'm not scared of anything

But saying this to you

It's going down, neither of us wanna be alone right now

come on come on"

Draco looked up and he could physically see Harry falling in love and that made him fall too.

Harry's POV

When Draco started to sing Harry felt his chest grow warm. He felt himself fall in love and it was the realist it had ever felt.

"Oh my my

Yeah I'm loving all your warning signs

Cause I'm a sucker for you oh my my

boy you get me high

Yeah you're my type, you're danger, danger"

Draco looked up again and paused. They stared at each other with a burning intensity for what seemed like forever. Then Draco quickly moved the guitar to the side and they collided in a frenzied kiss. Harry laid down pulling Draco in between his legs

Draco grabbed harry's wrists and pinned him to the couch. He then kissed his way down to harry's neck and started sucking and biting till he heard harry let out a loud moan. He continued biting and licking the spot that made him moan till he felt Harry's hips jerk up and felt Harry's hard cock against his. This time he let out a hard moan and harry took the opportunity to capture his mouth and snake his tongue inside. He grabbed Draco's hips and started rubbing their cocks together through their pants. Draco became a moaning mess and soon couldn't take it anymore he stood up leaving Harry shocked but not as shocked as he was when Draco picked him up and carried him to his bedroom.

"Is the what you want?" Draco whispered sweetly as he laid Harry on the bed.

"Yes, more then anything." Harry whispered in return. Draco swished his wand and both they shoes were off. he then sat his wand by the bed. "Why didn't you just undress both of us?" Harry asked.

"Because i want to undress you myself and savor every inch of your skin." Draco whispered hotly. He then gently cupped Harry's face and kissed him passionately while straddling his hips. He slipped his hand under harry's shirt and started circling on of his nipples. Harry's breath hitched and he let out a quiet moan. soon Draco was slipping Harry's shirt off and sliding down to bite and lick at his nipples till Harry was shaking and gripping the sheets. Draco slowly unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Come here. I want to feel you against me."Harry moaned as Draco obeyed and pessed his naked chest against Harry's. " I need to feel more of you." Harry moan into their kiss. They both started fumbling with the buttons and zippers on each other pants. Soon they were both in nothing but their boxers grinding against each other in a moaning mess.

"I need more, baby." Draco moaned.

"Me too. Please fuck me Draco." Harry whispered in Draco's ear. If Draco Hadn't caught himself he would have came right there. Hearing harry beg for him was such a turn on. He slid Harry's boxers off, admiring the girth of his cock as he did so, and conjured some lube. He then grabbed Harry's cock, which harry was not prepared for and let out a loud moan as Draco slipped it into his mouth and down his throat. Then harry felt Draco's wet finger start to slide into his hole. He moaned even louder and gripped the sheets. Within a few thrusts harry was begging for more so Draco added a finger and began scissoring them.

"Baby i need you cock!" Harry moaned.

Draco pulled his fingers out and popped Harry's cock out of his mouth. He then slipped of his boxers watching Harry's face the whole time, and giggling when harrys eyes got wide at the size of his cock.

"Do you think you can take all 9 inches?" Draco laughed

"I don't know but i'll try." Harry laughed in return, "Do you want me to turn around?"

"No, I wanna see you face when i'm balls deep in you." Draco said as he kissed harry deeply while lubing up his cock and sliding it in ever so slowly.

"Oh gods! Your'e so big, Draco!" Harry moaned.

"You can take it." Draco moaned in return. Harry was so tight aground him it took everything he had not to cum.

Soon he was burried to the hilt and he could feel Harry quivering around him. "PLease Draco, move." Harry begged.

Draco pulled out slowly then slammed back into him making Harry scream with pleasure.

"Oh Gods, please dont stop!" Harry screamed.

Draco started puling out fast and slamming back inside harder over and over till they were both a sweaty moaning mess.

"Harry i'm going to cum." Draco moaned.

"Me too, please cum inside of me, baby!" Harry screamed again and Draco's thrusts got sloppy. Within second they were both shaking through their orgasms as Draco came inside Harry and harry came all over their stomachs and chests. They kissed tiredly but still lovingly as Draco collapsed to the bed and waved a quick cleaning spell with his wand. He then wrapped Harry tightly in his arms.

"Harry, i don't know how you did it, but you got me to fall in love with you all over again."

"You started it. I've never felt this way for anther person. I love you so much Draco."

"I love you more." They both laughed and fell into a deep sleep.

The End

[ashes-and-ashes]

Drarryland #9!

This was really, really fun to write! We have forced bonding, lots of fluff, a bit of angst and of course, Pansy and Blaise being Pansy and Blaise, the two biggest Drarry shippers in Hogwarts. Hope you guys like this - let me know please!

@gameofdrarry

Prompt: Forced Bonding: the fallout of this as told from the POV of either 1) Ron -OR- 2) Blaise -OR- 3) The Minister of Magic - Minimum: 576 words - Maximum: 1675 words.

~

Monday

It really was not Blaise’s fault.

Never mind that he and Pansy had spent 3 months planning this. Never mind that the actual spell itself took 2 weeks to take effect. Never mind that they used some incredibly complicated spell work that would have let them ace their NEWTS for sure.

No, it wasn’t Blaise’s fault at all.

He leans against the wall now, smirking down at Draco and Potter. Both of them are flushed, almost hissing at Blaise, and both of them now had a ring of pure silver wrapped around their middle finger.

It’s interesting, to think of Draco and Potter being together. Blaise had spent the last 4 years of his life listening to Draco, about how Potter was incredibly annoying, immature and infuriating, how just because he’s the chosen one doesn’t mean we all have to bow down before him. It was almost a daily routine - If Draco didn’t mention Potter at least once before breakfast, all of them grew deeply concerned.

Blaise isn’t an idiot. He’s known about Draco, known since 4th year when Draco’s gaze fell on Marcus’ body instead of Millicent’s, known since those awkward dates between him and Pansy. Draco had never told him, not officially, in a household where Gay was uttered right next to mudblood and blood-traitor. Blaise has always known, to some extent.

Of course, all the shagging they did in 6th year didn’t hurt either.

Blaise just leans back, lets that infuriating smirk settle on his lips. It’s winter break, empty courtyards and hallways, and no one wanted to mess with 3 angry 8th years anyways. “So. Here are the rules.”

“Screw the rules.” Potter glares up at him, hair dimples and glasses askew. “What the hell did you do to us?”

Blaise shrugs. “Magic. Unbreakable Connection. We bound you two together for about…” He cocks his head. “5 days. Starting now.”

Draco splutters. “5 days?”

“Yep!” Blaise winks. “Or, you know. However long it takes for you two to decide.”

Potter groans. “Deside what, Zabini?”

Blaise shrugs. “Decide if you two are going to start shagging, or go back to being mortal enemies.” He smirks at the dumbfounded looks that cross both their faces. “Oh, get over it. Pansy and I aren’t blind, you know. We’ve seen you two eye-screwing from across the bleeding hall.”

Draco swears. “Goddamn it Blaise, if I get my hands on you…” He starts forwards, fists clenched when suddenly he jerks back. The silver rings on both his finger and Potter’s glows silver, and Draco curses at the invisible string that binds them together. Blaise nods. “Well. We know it works now!” He sketches a mocking bow. “If you excuse me, I have to go meet Pansy in the library. She’s busy making sure that the potion we put in your breakfast this morning won’t give you some nasty disease. It prevents you from telling anyone, by the way.” He winks at them both. “Enjoy your week!”

Without a backwards glance, Blaise struts down the hall, ignoring the angry cussing from behind him.

~

Tuesday

He’s eating his porridge when Pansy plops down next to him.

He’s exhausted, onto his third cup of coffee. He spent the whole night chatting and plotting with Pansy and he’s regretting it now.

He scowls over at Pansy, chipper as always, delicately eating a chocolate croissant. “How the hell are you so cheerful?”

Pansy shrugs. “I’m always cheerful!”

Blaise shakes his head. “You don’t get hungover. You never get tired. You can eat whatever you want and you have perfect skin.” He groans. “Screw you, Pans.”

Pansy smiles, resting her head on his shoulder. “You wish you could screw me.”

Blaise sticks his tongue out at her, and she shrugs. “How’s the Potty and the Malfoy going?”

Blaise points across the hall with his spoon. “Been arguing for half an hour.”

Pansy follows his gaze, where Potter and Draco stood fighting. Obviously Potter wanted to sit with the Gryffindors, while Draco wanted to sit with the Slytherins, and neither of them were giving in. They stand in the middle of the hall, their tense whispers filling the room.

Pansy sighs. “Why can’t they just kiss already?”

Blaise shakes his head, watching the two bicker. “I don’t know Pans,” he says. “I don’t know.”

~

Wednesday

They watch them, from behind the trees, watches the two of them walk around the grounds. They’re far enough not to hear the conversation, but close enough to see the glances, the small smiles, the way Draco’s hand brushed Potter’s face as he adjusted his glasses.

Pansy lets out a quiet squeal. “Oh my god, they are so perfect together! I ship it so much.”

Blaise nods, watching. There’s something beautiful in their movements, the two of them, the way they knew each other so well. He supposed they did, having spent 8 years in a war together, wasting so much energy on each other.

The line between hatred and love was very thin. Blaise knew that painfully well.

He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Draco this unguarded before, this relaxed, hasn’t seen him like this since the war had started. Potter brought out something in him, something so different to the boy Blaise used to know.

Pansy steps on his toe, making him wince. “Crap Pans. Do you have to wear the Heels of Death everywhere you go?”

Pansy flips him off. “You’d probably wear them if you could get away with it.” She pauses. “Anyways, we need a ship name for the two of them.”

Blaise shrugs. “Harco, Palfoy, Motter?”

Pansy frowns. “Nah. I’ll think of it.”

Blaise just laughs, quietly, turning back to watch the two of them. “Take your time, Pansy. Take your time.”

~

Thursday

They sit on the tower together, watching them fly.

Close, so close together, in perfect and compete unison. Their brooms pressed next to each other’s, legs almost touching, flying in huge circles and arcs across the quickly-darkening sky.

It’s beautiful, the way Draco and Harry flew, the way they were able to dance across the air.

Blaise leans back, into Pansy’s shoulders. It was slightly chilly outside, the stars bright above them. Pansy rests her head on Blaise’s, her legs bare. The Heels of Death lie on the stones, Blaise’s feet dangling over the edge of the roof.

Pansy smiles. “You know, for someone who claims not to care, you seem awfully invested in this relationship Blaise.”

Blaise shrugs. “So are you.”

“Yes, but I wasn’t the one who dragged us up here just to watch Potter and Draco fly.” Pansy winks. “Turning into a fanboy?”

Blaise scowls at her. “Oh, shut up.” Pansy smirks at him, and he exhales. “I just want him to be happy, you know? Draco, I mean.”

Pansy raises her eyebrows, Blaise’s words stumbling over one another. “It’s just…” He swallows. “The War. We were too young, all of us. Every single one of us were too young. You know. You know what Draco did, what he was forced to do. You know what they did to us. You’re maybe the only person besides Draco who truly knows what the war stole from us.”

Pansy’s eyes darkened, her face draining of blood as she nods. Blaise sighs. “He deserves to be happy. We all do.”

“Who did you lose, Blaise?” Pansy’s voice is a near-whisper. “Who did you lose?”

Blaise lets out a bitter laugh. “It was a boy. It was always a boy. A muggle. And he died.”

Pansy closes her eyes. “I’m sorry.”

Blaise just swallows. There’s a pair of letters carved into the stone in front of him, dark against the stone. It’s just two initials, RL + SB, and he presses his fingers into the indents. “Shit happens. We move on.”

Pansy shakes her head. “Do we though?”

Blaise’s throat has closed up, making talking, swallowing, breathing painful. He shrugs. “It’s the best we can do.”

They sit there in silence for awhile, watching the silhouettes of two boys against the setting sun, the memories heavy in their heads. Pansy clears her throat. “Well.” Her voice is hoarse, clogged, and she coughs before giving Blaise a small smile. “I finally thought of their ship name.”

Blaise raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”

Pansy just brings her lips close to his ear, and Blaise can feel himself starting to grin as she whispers it.

~

Friday

He doesn’t know if he should laugh or cry.

He’s back in the hallway with Pansy, both of them with their wands out and there’s Harry and Draco, against the wall, snogging fiercely.

Blaise sighs. “God, Pansy, I wish I could bleach my goddamn eyeballs.”

The two of them jump apart, both breathing heavily, and Blaise would pay money to see the expression that passed over Harry’s face again. “What. The. Hell?”

Pansy lifts her hands, exposing her palms. “Hey. We were going to reverse the enchantment, but, um, if you’re into that sort of...ropes and things, we can keep it on…”

Draco glares at her. “Traitor.”

Pansy smiles back sweetly. “You’re welcome.”

“Merlin’s saggy left - “ Harry thrusts his hands out in front of him, blushing furiously. “Can you undo the bloody spell?”

“No,” Blaise tells him, and Harry flips him off. He sighs. “Fine. Give me your hand.”

With a suspicious look, Harry places his hand in Blaise’s. He flicks his wand, and the silver ring around his finger disappears. Pansy does the same with Draco, and before long, the two of them stand there, pissed off and angry.

Blaise gives them a small salute. “And with that, we’re off before you guys start shagging. Thank us later. Invite us to the wedding!”

Pansy winks. “And your ship name is Drarry! Just thought you wanted to know that.”

They manage to flee down the hall moments before Harry’s wand flies down and hits the wall where their heads were moments before.

[qobiin]

weekly fic rec hoard

here's what i've been enjoying reading (and re-reading) this past week for different fandoms across the board! this week features: atla, bnha, good omens, harry potter, marvel, naruto and stranger things  ♡ means: all-time fave, (m) means: 18+ themes 

avatar: the last airbender

♡ first rule of earth kingdom fight club... series by ohmygodwhy  zuko, his stubborn inability to die, and finding himself thru getting his ass kicked 

The Most Ragged Edges by twinfinite  In hindsight, Zuko really should have seen this conversation coming. He can almost hear Li and Lo chanting wickedly about the magic of Ember Island, about waves smoothing away rough edges… 

♡ ribs by ohmygodwhy  The first thing Zuko tells him during their first lesson after the whole Sun Warrior ruins ordeal, is “Fire comes from the breath.” a lesson in learning, and re-learning. 

♡ see your son rising at last by aloneintherain  When Zuko dashes into the sitting room, it is with the same wide-eyed panic that he ran from Azula’s smoking hands when he was a child. Iroh bites down on a smile. Zuko looks the same, even now, a decade later with a scar blossomed over one side of his face, green and brown robes replacing the solitary reds of his childhood. His hair is puffed up around his face. He looks like a very frightened, very windswept turtle-dove. Zuko dives behind Iroh just as Aang breezes to a stop in the doorway. Five times Zuko hid behind Iroh, plus one time Zuko stood proudly in front of him.

♡ the beginning of a new and brighter birth by aloneintherain  “I’m so proud of you, my nephew.” Uncle cups Zuko’s face in his lined hand. The gesture is so tender, his palm so warm, that Zuko has to take a fortifying breath against the sudden swell of emotion in his chest. “I want to be a good leader, Uncle,” Zuko says. “I want to look after my people.” “You will,” Uncle says. “You are, nephew.” In a new era of peace, Zuko works to be a very different Fire Lord than his forefathers.

boku no hero academia 

the stars are floating and we are flying by lunalou  Aizawa starts walking towards the exit, obviously expecting Shouto to follow him, but Shouto's feet are frozen in place. His eyes flicker from the distorted reflection of himself in the ice to where All Might is giving him a long look, eyes kinder than anything Todoroki has ever been deserving of, and he feels sick.  “Todoroki-kun,” Midoriya says gently, squeezing his arm in what Shouto presumes is meant to be a reassuring gesture. “It’s going to be okay.” He doesn’t think Midoriya is in any place to tell him what okay is, all things considered, but he chooses to keep quiet on the matter. 

♡ I’ll share this with you, so leave it behind by yabakuboi  For the sake of the story, All Might is never in need of a successor, and, when Izuku saves Katsuki from the sludge monster, encourages young Midoriya down a different path. Thus, Katsuki and Izuku part ways after junior high, as Katsuki enters U.A. and the Midoriyas move overseas. It’s later that Katsuki realizes that there’s something missing, that he drove that something away. Years after, Katsuki finds him in the last place he looks, in the cereal aisle at the local grocery store of their childhood neighborhood. 

Loose lips Sail ships by Yousayhun  Bakugou is at war with his own fucking mouth and everyone else just seems to be having the time of their lives. 

♡ flare guns go off in my head saying not to call you this late by youreanovelidea  Midoriya beams at him and Tokoyami is suddenly hit with the urge to look away. “So bright,” he mutters under his breath, low enough that Midoriya can’t hear him.  (or, Midoriya is a problem child who just really loves his friends) 

(m) The Devil Blues by iknewaman  The 78th precinct's police captain, Toshinori Yagi, has volunteerd his squad to help implement the mayor's wish of increasing the successful cooperation between the city police and active Pro-Heroes. Each detective is to be assigned a Pro-Hero who will shadow them for two weeks, and the operation has been dubbed the 'Station Cooperation Operation'. Although it is not well-received by those involved, Izuku Midoriya, current detective at the 78th precinct and loyal follower of captain Toshinori's ideals, believes that the operation will be a success. If his captain says it will succeed, there isn't a doubt in Izuku's mind that it will. That is until he meets his assigned Pro-Hero. 

♡ someone is wrong on the internet by rhenna  It’s been a long day. By all rights, Izuku should be falling into bed, half dead. But instead of sleeping, he’s hunched over his laptop at 2 in the morning writing a dissertation about why exactly Ground Zero’s pecs are the best pecs to ever pec, and how dare anyone insinuate that he should lose some of that muscle because don’t you even understand what kind of physique a quirk like that requires? Amateurs.  (Izuku has two jobs in this world: pro-hero and anonymous president of the Ground Zero fan club. What could possibly go wrong?) 

good omens

♡ Divine Intervention (aka God ships it) by TheLadyZepher  There’s a battle strategy devised by humans many millennia ago that's designed to overcome an adversary who is particularly well entrenched. Some walls are too tall and thick for a frontal assault, and must instead be bested through sheer dogged stubbornness. Crowley and Aziraphale didn’t know it, but they were about to be put under siege.  Fed up with an angel and a demon who are still avoiding any talk of Feelings, God starts to interfere. When it comes to the ineffable plan, sometimes things need a bit of a push. 

♡ Slow by write_away  It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions.  You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.  Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other. 

♡ Eziraphael’s Gifts: A History of Queer Faith and Longing, by Natasha Marie Johnson (Beacon Press, 2019). by actualbat  "If Eziraphael has come to be known--in today's language--as the 'guardian angel of sad queers,' then it makes sense for him to have shown up more regularly in the past once that became a recognizable historical category." Natasha is really glad that she's given this talk enough times to be able to do it on autopilot, because those two funny-looking men in the back just made the most absurdly astonished faces. (Or: Not all historians ignore gay subtext, and not all immortal celestial beings have their shit together. Also, voodoo.) 

harry potter 

♡ Apple Slices and Cocoa by FeathersMcStrange  Harry Potter is an abused kid with not an adult in the world on his side when Molly Weasley meets him.  She decides right then and there that if nobody else is going to try and take care of this boy, then dammit, she's going to. 

hello goodbye (’twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars  Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake.  -  Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo 

♡ (m) Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by fencer_x, IDoodleForNoodles  ‘Kill Albus Dumbledore’ is less a challenging task and more a suicide mission, so when Draco Malfoy is presented with the option to either dispatch his Headmaster or suffer an excruciating and most ignominious death of his own, along with his parents, he reaches deep into his black little Slytherin heart and manages to scrape together enough courage to go with option C instead: Spend Sixth Year secretly studying Animagecraft in the hopes he’ll turn into something sufficiently imposing even the Dark Lord himself won’t be able to keep Draco under his thumb. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter. 

marvel 

♡ Hard to Love by Gruoch  If someone had told May that Iron Man himself would one day occasionally show up uninvited to her quiet little apartment and intrude into her quiet little life, she would have laughed them out of the room. But then her life seems chock-full of unpleasant surprises these days.  Or, Tony Stark wants a bigger piece of the pie. May Parker learns to accept help. Peter just wants to keep the peace. 

♡ Mr. Parker Declined to Comment by apisdn  The events leading up to the embarrassing moments during the Doomed Field trip, and how Peter Parker accidentally ended up in charge of things. All the while the political machine moves on, the Avengers do not kiss and make up, and the future draws ever closer. 

Another No-Good Field Trip by Muimor  Peter Parker is not having a good day. AKA, Where Peter's decathlon team take a field trip to the Avengers Compound, Vision's a menace, and Peter really doesn't want to go.

naruto 

(m) Resonance by flailinginlove  After being hit by a missing-nin's jutsu, Kakashi's chakra is never the same again. 

♡ (m) What Otter Nonsense by DarkAuroran  “Is that an otter?” Iruka asks as large, sable eyes blink at him and a little whiskered nose twitches curiously. “That’s an otter. Why do you have an otter?”  “I can’t tell you,” Kakashi says with a great amount of dignity for a man cradling a baby otter in armoured gloves. “Classified Jounin mission business.”

♡ Learning Curve by ishiryoku  This is the life she chose: the path of the shinobi. It's either roll with the punches or be left behind by her team—and Sakura's not about to let them go off on their own. 

♡ Roots and Wings by ideaoforder  When Naruto is kidnapped from his orphanage at age three, Kakashi is so done with this shit. He gets Naruto back, tells the Hokage where to go (politely, because he isn't suicidal), and raises the boy himself. Or, you know, tries and is proud when there aren't too many explosions. Then everybody starts to copy him and it's a whole thing. 

stranger things

In Which Starcourt Is a Pun by asexual-fandom-queen (writeordietrying)  “Welcome to Scoops Ahoy. Do you know what you want?”  Nancy and Jonathan visit the Starcourt Mall and corner Steve at his place of work with their feelings, but in an awkward, this-is-still-the-1980s-so-we-can't-be-too-direct kind of way. 

♡ my father comes and he goes by mjolnirbreaker  So, for Max, he doesn’t punch Billy Fucking Hargrove. He just sits there in sweltering heat and listens to the C’s being announced, and when parents cheer for their kids he tries not to think about how his parents are currently in Colorado. 

♡ it’s a risk, it’s a gamble by nondz (pinkjook)  “I think we should pretend to date,” Robin says. "What?" Steve answers. 

one of those new wave boys by glorious_spoon  It probably should feel more awkward than it does. (Or: Steve and Robin go on a road-trip, drink, listen to music, and look after each other. And yeah, maybe there's some cuddling involved too.)

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[drarryruinsmylife]

What A Catch-Part Two

Requested by: @there-but-not-there

“Someone else recently asked for you to write about spin the bottle at a quidditch after party. I really liked it and was wondering if you could continue it!!!!”

{Check Out The First Part}

°Part Two Of ‘What A Catch’

°Pairing: Drarry (Draco x Harry)

°Warnings: Sexual content, DIRTY TALK and harsh language, I mean it’s Drarry, so like-

                                            ~What A Catch~

                                                       Part Two

The sun was shining bright, the light reflecting in the windows of the castle.

To a lot of people, muggles included, sunsets still were the most magical thing in this world of destruction and pain.

To Harry, however, the only magic he had on his mind right now, was a certain blonde boy that probably wandered through the dark corridors of his beloved dungeons.

Ever since the after party of the very disappointing Quidditch match a week ago, Malfoy has been down there awfully long. Harry figured it was probably because either he didn’t wanna see him or the whole rumor thing that went through whole Hogwarts.

Most likely both.

It turned out that Pansy was the one who couldn’t keep her mouth shut and told every Slytherin, to tease Draco, that he kissed Harry that night. She also told them not to tell anyone but, well.

Now the whole school knows about it.

Both of the boys suffered from it.

Harry is getting constant cameras under his note and keeps popping up in the Daily Prophet with big written letters saying: “Harry Potter, the boy who’s gay?”.

Malfoy must have family issues due to that rumor, which was true because yes they did kiss but it was just a game. That’s obviously the part that everyone seemed to forget about this whole shit storm of bullshit.

And it’s not just their friends and housemates; even the first years and, hell, the teachers are affected by this.

Harry shook his head and stood up from his place at the lake.

Watching the sunset behind the hills has always been one of his favourite things to do ever since he spotted this nice, quiet place.

Ron has been giving Harry a hard time, and Hermione was torn between the two friends.

It hurt Harry a lot that his best friend, who was practically his brother by now, was bothered so much by the thought of him being gay, or being with...Malfoy.

Okay, before his heart decided to betray him like this, Harry would have punched whoever would dare to say that one day, they were gonna kiss.

A sigh was heard and Harry turned around to walk back to the castle again. Hogwarts was nice and all, but Filch wasn’t, and Harry definitely did NOT want to see that creep and his stupid cat, which would be kind of cute if she wasn’t spying his every step, right now.

With short but fast steps, Harry entered the school he called home and made his way to the Gryffindor common room so he could just get into his warm bed and stop thinking about that stupid kiss that was ruining his life, and mostly, him.

But when he passed the portrait of the fat lady, he was faced with Ron and Seamus, ready to head into the exact different direction.

“Where are you guys going?”

“Don’t you know? Pansy, Blaise and Malfoy were so amused last time, that they invited us to join them for a next round again, but this time Truth Or Dare. Didn’t Ron tell you?”

They both now were looking at Ron, who was standing behind Seamus, and Harry sighed. 

“No. He didn’t.”

Don’t cry Harry, cheer up.

“Anyways, let’s go. You can come too, if you want too.”

So, since Harry needed to get his head clear for some time anyways, he joined his housemates and together they sneaked their way to the Room Of Requirement.

“Hey! Nice to have you guys here again.”

It was rather odd that Pansy, a Slytherin which has been nothing but mean to them, would be so happy to get the company of three Gryffindors.

But it was actually kind of nice, to feel like one big house and not two completely different houses that are pushed into disliking each other (with no particular reason, I must add).

What wasn’t so nice was that Malfoy was sitting on the couch, ignoring everyone, really; and damn, he was pissed.

Everyone sat down on the sofas and seats and got into the game quiet fast.

Not before they all drank some Veritaserum to make the game fair, of course.

Since last time a Slytherin got to go first, they thought it would be nice to let Seamus do the start.

“Okay, Blaise. Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hmmm. I dare you to hold Ron’s hand through the whole game.”

They all began snickering as Ron protested, but Blaise was annoyed and just grabbed the gingers hand.

“Fuck you Seamus.”

“Well, you shouldn’t have been a dick to Harry then, my friend.”

A bit surprised, Harry looked up to Seamus, who winked and smiled at him in a way that said ‘I’ve got your back’.

Harry smiled too and focused on the game again.

“Potter. Truth or dare?”

“Truth.”

Malfoy suddenly seemed to have a coughing fit, in which he passed the word “pussy” pretty obviously, causing Harry’s eyes to roll back.

“Potter, who do you wank to?”

Now it was Harry who began coughing heavily.

“Excuse me?!”

“I said, who do you wank to?”

Fuck.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Never in his years of defeating the Dark Lord has Harry ever felt this exposed and helpless.

“Is she in this room?”, Blaise grinned, knowing the answer already.

“No.”

“Is it that Granger girl?”

“No, god no.”

“Ginny?!”, Ron panicked, but luckily Harry only shook his head.

“Cho Chang? Or maybe Neville’s little crush?”

“No, damnit.”

Slowly Harry was getting mad and lost his patience. He was a hot headed character, after all.

And the Veritaserum that began to control his thoughts definitely didn’t help with that.

“Or, maybe...it isn’t a girl? Is Potter fantasizing about guys?”

Before the poor boy could stop it, a small yes slipped through his lips.

“Is he in this room then?”

“Yes.”

“Is it your idiotic friends?”

“Fuck no. Blaise stop-”

“I highly doubt that it’s me. So, Draco, you’re the only one left in this room.”

Harry’s face was burning red and he hid himself behind his knees.

“Wait, what the fuck? Potter? Is this true?”

Harry shrugged and wrapped his arms around his legs.

He never felt this humiliated before, not even by the Dursley’s.

“You’re sick.”

“Oh, come on Draco. Stop it, it’s not like you’d be doing anything else.”

“I surely do not wank to bloody Potter.”

Did Harry hear things or did Malfoy’s voice sound odd just there?

Like he’d be in pain...is he fighting the Veritaserum?

But wait, that would mean...oh my god.

“Can we just go on?”

“Sure. Draco, truth or dare?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? It’s not even your fucking turn, Parkinson.”

“It’s alright, she can have my turn.”, Harry now grinned and finally felt a bit better, seeing that Draco too had secrets he did not want to share.

Dirty secrets.

Dirty little secrets that involved Harry himself.

“Truth.”

“Do you wank to Potter too?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to tell us what you think about when you wank to him.”

“Fuck off, honestly. I’m not telling you shit.”

“So I’m right?”

“Could you shut the fuck up already?!”

The game was long forgotten at this point, Ron and Seamus staring at their friend with wide eyes, Blaise, who, by the way, let go of Ron’s hand, grinned while he and Pansy tortured Draco and Harry in the most emberassing way they could think of.

“Draco, you have to tell us now. It’s the rules.”

“Since when do you care about rules?”

He deeply sighed and then looked over at Harry and as he was starring at the other boy, his mouth opened and the words came out without him even noticing.

“I think about Potter entering my room and see me on my bed, naked, and he walks over; he’s not wearing a shirt and all I really wanna do is run my tongue over his bare chest.”

Harry’s breath was becoming heavier by any minute, Draco’s stare more intense and fuck, his pants were so tight already.

“He just stands there and looks at me with hungry eyes until I beg for him to touch me, to pleasure me in many many ways, and when he thinks he’s got me, I turn the game around and pull him on the bed before I grind on his growing erection.”

Draco realized what he was saying, but the Veritaserum wouldn’t let him, and for some reason he didn’t even want to stop now.

Not after seeing Potter’s flustered face.

Draco’s voice got really low now, and it felt like it was only for Harry to hear.

So he got up and slowly walked towards the straddled Gryffindor, before he pushed his legs down so he could place himself on Potter’s lap.

Everyone else crowded up on the couch now and watched, some with disgust, others with excitement, and stayed quiet so they would continue.

Draco leaned down to Potter’s ear and spoke again.

“You moan softly as I move my hips against yours and your hands begin to run all over my body before you boldly grab my ass and push me further down your crotch.”

All of the sudden, Draco actually began to grind his hips against Harry’s, and for a second Harry froze before his mind shut off completely.

His hands grabbed Draco’s ass firmly, pushing him down to him, just like how he said, and his face rested against the Slytherin’s neck as soft moans slipped through his parted lips.

Malfoy couldn’t keep a groan from coming out either, and he almost wanted to give in and let Potter take control of his body.

But there were people watching, and he surely wasn’t gonna make it that easy for him.

“But...”

Draco stopped moving and lowered his voice even more.

“If you want to hear the part where I suck your cock, you’re gonna have to catch me, Potter~.”

And with that, Draco stood up from Harry’s lap, apparated within seconds and leaving, once again, a confused Harry and even more confused friends behind...

Hope you liked it, sorry if I got anything wrong! I felt like writing a bit of smut, sorry about that. Lot’s of love!<3

~Jen

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and i am proud ; drarry drabble

summary: draco and harry first pride together. words: 1263 disclaimer: work of fiction, original story and universe belongs to the one and only jk rowling no profit gained out of this comments: this is for the @hpqueernet​ pride month pair-up event. i got the lovely @sadqueerboy (we’re icon twins!) who requested drarry for their gift. i got a little carried away writing but i hope you like it

happy pride everyone!!!!! stay safe, stay happy and most importantly stay proud

you can read this in ao3

pd: all hail bisexual icon harry james potter ♡

Learning about the muggle world wasn't something Draco Malfoy expected to do, ever. It was very hard to un-learn things that have been craved onto your skin since you were little, even harder than learning new things such as do the dishes or set a washing machine properly. Dating Harry was a wonderful experience of learning, re-learning and un-learning as he slowly stripped himself from all the prejudicing and all the wrong assumptions about muggles and muggle-borns.

And it had been rocky at first, of course it was, because no relationship was as perfect as the movies said. For Draco, it was like taking care of a plant, you need to water it, and give it air and sun to make sure it grows healthy and beautiful, careful not to neglect it, careful not to smother it. Draco thought his relationship with Harry worked in the same way. Pulling and pushing, learning and having patience, and throwing bridges between different worlds all the time, but it worked. And Draco was happy, a feeling sometimes still foreign to him.

So when Harry first told him if he wanted to come to the Pride parade with him, Draco wasn't sure what the other was talking about. His head tilted, eyes narrowing as he tried to understand what Pride parade exactly meant. A party? But what was the Pride part about? The Pride of being muggle? As supportive as Draco was, he wasn't sure he could attend something like that, even if he would, for Harry, so he just nodded with a smile, and Harry grinned in that way his smile curved up and his eyes started to shine, excitedly babbling about making plans and calling Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna and all the others.

Draco tended to understood things in the most logical of ways, he needed to understand the hows and the whys for fully comprehend something, so Draco first needed to drown into the knowledge of what Pride was, to start with. 'Ask Harry?', was the infuriatingly but completely logical response from Theo when Draco voiced his concern to his friends, who knew even less than him about the wonders of the muggle world. Blaise was as in love with muggle technology as Draco was, Pansy discovered tattoos and piercings and make-up, and Theo loved the muggle literature and music, but that was about it.

And as much as he hated to admit it, Theo was right, he could ask Harry about it, as he always did, and Harry would share with him all he knew about the subject, and Draco would feel like he could fall in love with him all over again when Harry's eyes shine with interest and happiness as Draco listened attentively, nodding in amazement and wonder. Sometimes they argued, sometimes they didn't fully agree with each other, but there was nothing that couldn't be fixed with a long talk and a shared cup of tea.

But Draco decided he could use muggle technology in his advantage first. He googled “Pride parade” and five minutes later he was overwhelmed with information about stonewall, and the LGBT community and civil rights. So it wasn't about the pride of being muggle, it was about the pride of being gay? That was the most interesting thing Draco had learned about after discovering the truth, scientific facts about the northern lights.

And the wizard world was different, but Draco never thought about such thing as a Pride day for that, ever. Maybe it was because of his blood-line, his house and his expectations. Draco had always had little interest in females, but at the same time, he had so clear which were his duties as the head of the Malfoy family. And he knew a lot of his acquaintances and friends thought the same. Theo had the luck of his father rooting away in Azkaban for sharing a life with Blaise, and not begin linked to any other pureblood girl he couldn't care less about. Pansy... had always lived life at her pace, with her own rules, and Draco had always admired her for that, anyway.

Gay was a word that never crossed Draco's mind, it wasn't part of his imaginary or his world, but he understood the premises of what having a day for it held against. That day, with his head clearer, Harry and him engaged in yet another night of long conversations and tea, discussing about what Draco had read, as he listened attentively at how Harry explained to him his revelations and his struggles about what it meant to him, what if felt to him to be part of something, the sense of community and understanding, the feeling of being proud.

A week later after their talk, Pride day came, and Draco had to admit that they were and interesting group. It was Pansy's idea to come along to 'show some moral support' but Draco was just sure she just wanted to be a part of it. Blaise and Theo seemed more indifferent about it, but Draco couldn't miss the fact Theo was clinging to Blaise's hand, wrapped in the feeling of lots of couples doing the same thing.

All of Harry's friends were there too, and Draco had never seen Luna Lovegood looking so bright and beautiful, with glittery rainbow flags all over the skin of her cheeks, her long hair adorned with braids and flowers, as she whispered something to Ginny's ear, making her giggle. Ronald Weasley seemed a little out of place wide eyed next to a cheerful Hermione, and Draco had to bite back a snort at the sight. Dean Thomas was carrying Seamus Finnigan on his back, while he chanted in the loudest voice, waving a small rainbow flag in his hand.

They were quite a varied and interesting group, but what caught Draco's attention, it was that, they weren't the only ones. All around him, people looked so happy, and undeniably, so proud. The energy was like nothing Draco had felt before, and it wasn't only the familiar and warm waves of Harry's strong magic surrounding him, it was the positive energy emanating from everyone. No matter where he looked, all he saw was couples unafraid of holding hands, bright colours, people dancing, people chanting, people holding banners with messages of protest or hope.

He was lost in the feeling of it, he had almost missed Harry looking at him with sparkles in his eyes. He was one of the victims of Lovegood's glitter, smudges of purple and pink and blue all over his right cheek. He looked so exultant and so beautiful, Draco was sure his heart skipped a beat at the sight.

“Happy Pride, Draco.” Harry whispered into his ear, grinning cheekily, almost with mischief, his curly hair falling on his eye as his arm circled tightly around Draco's waist.

And Draco grinned back, as if he had been infected by Harry's own energy and mischief. His own arms circled around Harry's neck, looking up at him with mist eyes he would deny he had and a pleased smile on his lips, nodding. “Happy Pride, Harry.”

They kissed, but besides the wolfwhistle that came from Pansy's mouth there was no more reaction, just the familiar and warm feeling of Harry's lips against his own, his hands tightening around his waist, his curls brushing against the skin of his cheekbone and his forehead. When the kiss ended, Draco blinked, reddened lips parted and Harry was smiling, a thumb stroking lovingly over the skin of his chin.

All was well, and he was proud.

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my heart’s always yours

Pairing: Pansy Parkinson / Daphne Greengrass Setting: modern, non-magical AU Word count: 1988 Written for: the femslash February trope bingo: au: unrequited (with some crossover into au: childhood best friends and au: childhood sweethearts and a bit of au: highschool tossed in for good measure ;)) and hp femslash february in general A/N: well. this got out of hand... alternately: pure wish fulfillment brought to you by baby gays who fell in love with their straight best friends and never got their happy endings. deep never-ending love to @nymphadoraholtzmann and @flintwoodandco who beta’d this for me!! <3

Now if time is what it takes I'll be here, I'll be waiting for you I don't need a break No tears, always in your corner You know, I'll be waiting for you You know, always yours My heart’s always yours -       Arkells, My Heart’s Always Yours

(my femslash feb bingo card) (my other writing)

Pansy was three when she fell in love with Daphne Greengrass.

Well, that’s not entirely true, because Pansy certainly couldn’t remember being three, let alone understanding complex constructs like love. But according to her older brother, that was when she had started holding Daphne’s hand, grinning at her with stars in her eyes, and begging to spend all of her time with the little blonde girl. They grew up inseparable, joined at the hip. One tiny and graceful and blonde and perfect, the other dark haired and angry and too loud, too busy, too - Pansy won’t you just shut up!

It took Daphne a little longer for the same realization to sink in. In between, there were years of holding hands, giggling into the phone, staying up late and whispering about who they wanted to be. Endless summers spent lounging by the Greengrass pool. Fall afternoons huddled together in the park under a giant plaid scarf with over the top coffee orders warming their hands. Winter mornings, first of snowballs and snow angels, and then of lazy excitement and treks through the snow to spend their snow days huddled under a big blanket in Pansy’s basement watching rom coms and sighing wistfully about love. And then spring, bringing promises of warmth, hours of braiding flower crowns, and Pansy, falling more in love with her best friend with every sunshine scattered giggle and wind whispered promise of forever.

Specifically, it took until they turned fourteen for Daphne to understand what was happening between them. Pansy had sat Daphne down and poked at the pathetic salad on her plate – her mother’s fourth attempt an an enforced diet – and tried not to cry when she told Daphne she thought she probably wasn’t really into guys. And Daphne had promised her it was fine, until Pansy looked up and glanced over at bubblegum pink lips, and Daphne’s ever present pout, and that stupid piece of her hair that never lay flat and confessed that actually, she thought she was really into Daphne.

Which hadn’t gone very well at all.

Daphne had backed away, their friendship shifted to the edge of a precipice, and Pansy cried every day for a week. They started high school, and she met Draco Malfoy, and decided she could maybe be into pretty boys with blonde hair and pink lips. Or at least, she could try her best.

It took Daphne three days to realize she had made the biggest mistake of her life, and three years to fix it.

By seventeen, Pansy and Daphne barely spoke, and Pansy had filled the empty spot in her heart with a vigorous exercise routine, mediocre sex with her on and off mostly-boyfriend Draco, and old photo albums. They passed in the halls and Pansy forced herself to look away, to pretend it didn’t hurt that Daphne had learned the truth and ran. Daphne let her eyes linger on the red of Pansy’s lips, the curve of her breasts and jut of her hipbones, and told herself that it was her fault, that she was a coward, that she would forever be stuck in a position of wanting but not getting because Pansy would never forgive her.

Daphne could never forgive herself.

Mostly, she tried to cover it up by pretending to be sociable, by hanging off the arms of older boys, and, of course, by looking through old photo albums.

One Friday, Cassius Warrington (now in community college) invited her to a party. Daphne would have turned it down, most other times. But there was something in her that demanded she go, get out of the house and breathe in some fresh air and some fresh people and get drunk off cheap vodka and try not to cry too much. Sometimes, it felt like all she did was cry.

When, standing near a wall with a lukewarm cup of keg beer, she spotted Pansy across the room, she nearly screamed. Pansy looked gorgeous, as always, in a tight black dress and blood red lipstick. She’d half curled her short hair and her eyes were fierce. Her arm was wrapped around Draco’s, but his eyes were trained across the room on a girl Daphne recognized from English class – swotty, stuck up, and a constant subject of Draco’s mockery. She seemed to be looking back with something suspiciously like interest in her eyes.

Daphne left the room in search of vodka. One of Cassius’s housemates, Marcus, had gratefully taken her beer and replaced it with a shot glass, pouring her four in a row until she felt the edge of pain slip away. He tried to start a conversation about football and Daphne did the best to plaster a curious smile on her lips, but she knew she fell short because eventually he shrugged and gave up, leaving her behind.

And then Pansy sauntered into the kitchen, where Daphne was leaning against one of the counters with her head swimming and her stomach churning softly, and stopped.

“Oh.” Pansy said, and the noise of the party seemed to splinter and fall apart around them and Daphne had to swallow the sob that came from nowhere, choking her and threatening to ruin her mascara for good.

Finally, Daphne took a deep breath, and looked up. Pansy looked just as lost as she did, and she was biting her lip in a way that Daphne knew meant she was nervous. The image of fierce and formidable was gone and left was Pansy. Just Pansy. All of the pieces that Daphne had loved and longed for and needed – bared in front of her and more raw than she had ever seen them.

“Hi.” Daphne said, unable to stop herself. She blamed the vodka.

“I should… um…” Pansy gestured around the empty kitchen, and shook her head once. “You were probably… with someone…”

Daphne responded far before she realized she was doing so. “No!” She all but shouted, and then she felt her cheeks flush and she had to take a breath and keep talking. “No. I was talking to… I don’t know his name. Only wanted to talk about football. How dry.”

Pansy had snorted a laugh but she clearly was trying to stifle it, and she still stood slightly awkwardly in the doorway. “I didn’t… know you were going to be here. I wouldn’t have come.”

Daphne couldn’t stop the wince that tugged at her features and instead of trying, she looked back down at her pink leather ballet flats and berated herself, again, for her failure. “I don’t usually. Come to parties, that is.”

Heels clicked against the floor and when Daphne looked up again, Pansy was only a few feet away from her. She wobbled just slightly and Daphne almost reached out to catch her but Pansy clearly had practice being drunk in heels and she steadied herself quickly, took a breath, and bit her lip once more. “I’ve missed you.” She whispered, and Daphne had to swallow another sob, but she couldn’t stop the tears that were now definitely leaking from her eyes and probably smearing her mascara on the way down.

“Pansy I…” She knew she needed to apologize, to explain why she had reacted badly as a terrified preteen, why she had never apologized or tried to make it right. Tell Pansy what she really felt.

But Pansy was acting before she could wrap her mind around what to say, and there were smooth cool hands on her face. Daphne managed to take a small breath and then Pansy was kissing her. Pansy was kissing her and it was everything Daphne had thought and hoped it would be and more and of course of course because it was Pansy, it had always been Pansy but before she could fully react Pansy was pulling back, stepping away.

“I’m sorry I just… I’ve wanted to do that for so long and you looked so sad and I shouldn’t take advantage of that but, we’re going to graduate and I might never… never see you again and-”

“I love you.” Daphne whispered, and then she cleared her throat. “I love you and I have loved you since we were fourteen, probably longer than that but I didn’t realize and then I panicked and you left and then you started dating Malfoy and I figured well, it won’t last, she doesn’t like him she just told me she likes me. So I thought I’d wait and then I’d be there and then it never ended and you… and I… I wasn’t brave enough to tell you because I love you but I’m terrified of you and I need you in my life like I need air and-”

Pansy was blinking over at her, opening and closing her mouth, trying to process what was going on. Before Daphne could finish speaking she had reached out again and pressed their bodies together. They were kissing for real now, with Pansy’s hands on Daphne’s cheeks and Daphne’s resting on Pansy’s hips and everything was so right and would never be wrong again.

“I’ve always been yours,” Pansy whispered, as she pulled back, and started to pepper small kisses across Daphne’s cheeks and forehead as if she couldn’t believe her luck and needed to get all of this in before Daphne sobered up and changed her mind. “My heart has always been yours.” She said again, and Daphne giggled like she was a child sprawled on the grass with the sun beating down on her and Pansy was grinning and everything, everything was okay.

“I’m sorry I ruined everything.” Daphne murmured, and Pansy paused her kisses and pulled back just enough to look down into Daphne’s eyes. Bright blue, just like she remembered, wide and bright and so goddamn earnest that Pansy wanted to melt.

“You didn’t, beautiful, you never could. I would have waited to the end of the world for you.” And then she kissed Daphne again, full on the lips. “And now I’m going to take you home and lock you in my bedroom and I’m not letting you leave until I’ve memorized every part of you.”

Daphne blushed, but she also pushed away from the counter and slid her hand down into Pansy’s. They were almost out of the kitchen when she remembered. “What about Draco?”

Pansy grinned almost gleefully and tugged Daphne into the main room, stalking across the party towards the blonde man who was talking to a handful of friends. He glanced up when he noticed Pansy and then looked down to see her hand intertwined with Daphne’s and he grinned. “Well, Parkinson?” He asked, crossing his arms in a way that seemed more joking than anything.

Pansy’s grin slipped into something slightly more evil and she turned her head over her shoulder. “Granger!” She shouted, and the party quieted a little as the girl on the far side of the room stepped forward and frowned. “Draco here is a little bit in love with you and, although I am actually quite gay and very much not interested now that I don’t have to be, he’s not half bad with that cock of his. Don’t fuck it up!” She half sung, and then she turned back to Draco who was gaping at her like a fish. “I’m taking my girlfriend home.”

Daphne was blushing furiously but she couldn’t stop the grin that was splitting her face in half. “Thanks for looking after her for me.” She said to Draco, and then turned back to Pansy like she was the sun. “Lead the way.”

And as Pansy pulled open the front door of the party, the entire room burst into a round of raucous applause and a cheer of “that’s how you do it!” and Pansy and Daphne tumbled out onto the street and Daphne pulled Pansy back towards her and kissed her, just because she could.

[lunaxart]

They got together in their 8th year at Hogwarts, 2 years later on Draco's 21st birthday a letter from his mother arrives informing him it's time to "finally grow up". According to the letter he's supossed to marry Astoria in just 3 months, to carry on the Malfoy name and provide an heir. Everything had been arranged, he only needed to show up on the day.

The scene portrayed above is from the evening before the wedding's supossed to take place, do with that what you will 🙃