#drarry dancing

[littlewinnow]

For the headcanon ask, 14 with drarry? 🥹❤️

Heyo!! Here’s drarry dancing 💃

Draco would probs be a good dancer while Harry isn’t, he still pulls draco in for a silly sweet dance.

HC asks

[dapperbeetledraws]

draco and harry portraits...Harry is not impressed...yet ;)

quick warm up sketches today~

[aiuredsworld]

“Do you hear that love? They’re playing our song”

[nina-scribbles]

“Sometimes i look in your eyes, and that’s where i find, a glimpse of us”

[short666bread]

[sleepydesires]

Can't stop thinking about the fact that Britney Spears' Baby One More Time came out in 1999... 8th Year Draco Malfoy trying to find out more about Muggle culture... Hearing the song for the first time and becoming obsessed with it... Singing it drunk out of his mind during an 8th Year party... Harry falling in love instantly... PLEASE I need a fic

[lorenzocarrera01]

I don't know what could happen, but I just had in mind to draw them together, whatever conversation they are having, yes, it's probably about Harry Potter (obviously).

Pansy prom queen? Well, not necessarily dancing, so she wanted to be queen and she is.

BONUS:

The table floats and I forgot to draw more people, such as Harry's date, but it can barely be attracted to other situations and only then there are no more people around you. I hope you understand, although it is always open to other interpretations.

[rockingrobin69]

Trick or treat! 🎃🍂🍁

(I wanted to do a cauldron emoji because I was myself a cauldron of potions to my daughter's witch this year, but alas, none available)

Oh my god you went as a CAULDRON! That's too cool! Here's a treat just for you. Unfortunately we ran out of cauldrons in the AU making too.

Step... up

It’s a series of steps, meticulously calculated to a rhythm: somehow meant to look graceful and effortless when it’s anything but. Step, twirl. Step, jump. Stiffen in his arms, force yourself to un-wind, to loosen up: step, step, stop.

He’s panting, but he’s grinning, and he’s looking at you. “Better, Potter.” Coming closer. “That was at least a passable attempt.”

How does he make it seem so—you feel your own cheeks grow warm and telling. It’s like he was made with this in mind, the elegant curve of his legs and the jut of his hip, the way he walks is half-dance. His smile is something else, is like music, distant and alarming, makes your blood boil. Makes your heart jump. Twirl. You think you’d be able to memorise the steps a lot better if he weren’t so—ugh.

“Come on, we’ll run it again.” His hand is right under your nose. How does even his sweat smell good? You might be losing your mind. “Potter? Still with us?”

Unclear. You clear your throat and the answer’s still not there. “I’ll get it eventually,” you spit, a promise and a plea. A threat. You think. But Malfoy’s still smiling.

“Of course you will,” and you don’t even think he’s being an arse. “I never bet on a losing horse.”

That’s what you are to him, you remind yourself, and harden around it. A horse, a bet. You bet he does smile at horses just like that, before he uses them. Rides—you think you wouldn’t much mind to be used. You think, stop it, and also, ugh, just, enough. If only he weren’t so bloody beautiful.

“Come,” with a hint in his voice you can’t decipher, a touch of maybe uncertainty. “You do want this, don’t you? I’m not wasting my time?”

You don’t have to think about it. “Of course I do.” The whole thing, the lights and the focus, the trophy and the prize money you need too badly. Want… that smile on Malfoy’s face that you think might be coming more and more often, that you think might be a secret. A treasure, something too valuable for the old centre with the foggy mirrors, with the stained mats and the bad lighting.

“Good,” he grins. “If you want it, come and get it.”

It’s always the challenge that draws you to him. This dance, this routine, this—excuse—this whole thing is between you two right now. A series of steps, and a future you can almost-see, so clearly it’s nearly touchable, sharp on the tip of your tongue. Step, twirl, step, jump. You finish the set, and Malfoy’s smiling.

[pretentiouswreckingball]

stick to the status quo is literally everyone in Hogwarts when Harry and Draco started dating

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the song “Ride it” by Jay Sean from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 90

Drarry microfic: bound to break

Everything around them disappeared. The only thing they could hear was the music. The only thing they could see was each other. Harry lifted Draco in the air, twirling him around in time with the melody of the flute and violins.

It felt like they were alone again, training in the dance studio. Just them two, losing control, touching each other’s souls. Two lovers bound to break. It was the story they told with their choreography. But sometimes Harry wondered if he was telling a story, or living it instead.

Prompt from March 24th

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[starreyniqht]

i need a drarry fic based on strictly come dancing where draco is a professional dancer, snape is Craig judge lol and Harry gets paired with draco and they become close 😭 pls it would be so funny

[littlewinnow]

I watched bridgerton again and ohmygooooood i just love the courting and the balls are glamourous like pls thats so PRETTY 😭

[incorrect-fanfiction-quotes]

Harry & Hermione: *go to the Yule Ball together*

Harry: Hermione, I don’t know how to dance.

Hermione, in horror: You don’t!? I thought you did!

Harry: What do I do?

Hermione: I don’t know! I don’t know how to dance either.

[aiuredsworld]

"funny how your idea of romantic is we dancing in front of this weird self-Lumos muggle contraption we store our food in, Potter"

Draco said while they slowly waltzed around the kitchen, warm refrigerator light reflected from his eyes, fondness clearly shone in them

[phoebe-delia]

Hi ٩(｡•́‿•̀｡) ۶

For the Hanukkah prompts I'd like to suggest:

Discovering muggle music ☆

Hope you like it and all the best wishes

Night 6: Replay

Hi sweet anon! Thanks for the prompt. I love this idea! My instinct/first thought was to go with Taylor Swift. But I decided to do this instead because it feels much more true to their time and I wanted them to experience this music together. I hope you enjoy, and best wishes to you too!

Draco found it when he was cleaning out the attic. It was sitting in an old wooden chest in the back. It was a short, but heavy rectangular device with a large circular platform and a thin stick attached.

"Harry?" Draco called, frowning at the...thing in his hands.

He heard footsteps before Harry stuck his head into the room. "Yes, love? Everything alright?"

"Yes, but what's this?" Draco gestured to the object.

Harry's eyes fell on it and then widened. "Oh," he said. "Right."

"What is it?"

"That's a record player," Harry explained, coming closer to look at it with Draco. "It's a Muggle device. It was Sirius's."

"What does it do?"

"It, er. Plays records. You know? Like a vinyl record?"

Draco shook his head, and Harry smiled. "Let me show you," he said, stepping past Draco to look through a pile Draco hadn't gotten to yet. Harry frowned in concentration, flipping through a stack of some square, thin things Draco hadn't ever seen before.

"Got it!" Harry grinned, pulling out one item in the stack. Draco's eyebrows went up at the image of four men with long hair, their faces shadowed.

Harry walked back over, reached into what Draco now saw was a flap, and pulled out something circular, thin, stark-black. "This is called a record," Harry explained. "When I put it on the player and set it up properly, it'll play music."

"Oh," Draco said with awe, watching as Harry carefully put the record onto the player, turned the device on, and lifted the stick to settle it onto the record. "What are you going to play?"

Harry grinned. "You'll see. Just listen."

Draco fixed his eyes on the record player as the speakers flared to life with the first sounds of the song.

'Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality. Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see.'

Harry suddenly made a fist and brought it under his mouth like a microphone, mouthing the words. 'I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy. Because I'm easy come, easy go. Little high, little low.'

Draco watched in amusement as Harry spun around and continued his silent song. 'Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me. To me.'

Something in Draco's chest tightened. "Harry," he whispered. "What is this?"

"Shh," Harry whispered back. "I'll stop dancing. You just listen."

By the time the song ended, Draco had tears in his eyes, and he saw the same when he looked at Harry.

"What do you think?" Harry asked, his voice soft.

Draco let out a long breath. "That was...Play it again."

They spent hours in the attic, foregoing cleaning up for the rest of the night. They danced around and sang the lyrics at the top of their lungs, with Draco asking Harry to play the song over and over again, which Harry was only too willing to oblige. Draco stumbled over the words at first, but by the end of the night, he was matching Harry word for word and note for note.

When they were finally out of breath, and Draco had a near-pounding headache, they both flopped onto the ground, limbs spread out like starfish.

Harry reached over and laced their fingers together. "Tomorrow," he said, "I'll play you ABBA."

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[short666bread]