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[digthewriter]

Prompt M—Christmas Decorations & Wooden Table for @slythindor100 and tangle for newyearcntdown.

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Potter's hands grabbed the edge of his dining table as Draco didn't allow any distance between them. He'd been waiting for this and he couldn't tell anyone for how long? Was it four years or fourteen? Would anyone even believe him that this was what he'd wanted even before he knew he'd wanted it. He wanted to hear Potter's heartbeat against his chest. He wanted to take in Potter's scent and claim it as his own. His hold on Potter wasn't tight enough, Potter's pants and desperation to want Draco wasn't frantic enough. Draco wanted more and more and more.

[otpcutie]

Leap Of Faith

Drarry Discord Drawble Challenge, January. Prompt: ‘moving’ with mixing genres as the art restriction.

A/N: This is a journal entry written about Draco moving forward, from his POV.

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[The text reads:

Harry proposed to me today.

I almost couldn’t speak, not because I didn’t want to say yes but because I did. With everything I had in me.

Harry understood. He always does.

I still think he’s too good for me. Too kind, too gentle, too Harry. He deserves better, and yet he wants me. He says he wishes I saw myself the way he sees me, the way I am.

I’m trying.

It’s a work in progress, but everyday I feel more comfortable in my skin, with who I am, and I see more things to love and appreciate about myself, things that are worthy.

No, that I’m worthy.

I don’t want to deny myself good things anymore. I want to let myself be happy, and have the life with Harry I’ve dreamed of for so long.

I said yes.]

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[onehundredflamingos]

My submission for the September drawble/drabble challenge on the Drarry discord.

I don’t typically draw, but last month there were no drawble submissions so I figured I’d try my hand for this month.

prompt: sunlit / 369 words

“Hurry up, Draco, the sun is gonna set any minute,” Harry shouted, several paces in front of Draco.

“I’m trying, Harry!”

“We can sit at the bottom of the hill there,” Harry said, pointing to a plateau not far from them. They had been walking for an hour, Harry simply wanting to share a sunset with Draco — some beautiful thing of nature that they usually took for granted, but Draco wasn’t exactly the hiking type.

“Fucking, finally,” Draco said on an exhale.

“Thank you,” Harry said, slipping his arms around Draco’s neck, pressing a kiss to his lips, “for coming with me.”

“Mhm,” Draco said, a sarcastic lilt to his tone. It was the same tone Draco had when they were teenagers, but now Harry found it endearing, something he wanted to eat up. Just chew it up and spit it back out as the Real words.

Thanks for bringing me. I’m glad I’m here too.

“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Harry asked, gesturing to the setting sun.

“It’s okay,” Draco said, tipping his head from side to side in a so-so motion, but never taking his eyes off of Harry. He had a smirk on his face, lips curled up on one side.

“Piss off,” Harry said, laughing. Draco immediately pulled Harry into a kiss, one that he couldn’t help but return.

They kissed languidly, deeply, passionately, until they were laying in the grass, slowly stripping each other of their clothes.

Harry pulled away to look at Draco, to take in the sight of him before the sun finally disappeared. His face was sunlit and beautiful, turning his pale skin golden, shadows cast against his cheekbones, in the curves along his lips.

“I love you, Draco,” Harry said quietly, feeling the sentiment deep in his bones. He climbed atop Draco, straddling him, his knees situated on either side of Draco’s hips.

“I know,” Draco said, smiling up at Harry. “I love you.”

Harry lowered his head once more, capturing Draco’s lips in his before moving lower, kissing down the span of his body.

They lay in the grass for hours, pulling pleasure from each other’s bodies over and over again, until the sun was long lost beyond the horizon.

[stargazing-enby]

Colours of You (Drarry)

Created for the August Drarry Discord drabble/drawble challenge! Drawble is a collab with @paoak ❤️

Prompt: shine

Word count: 231 words

Art restriction: rainbow

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Sixteen months after the Battle of Hogwarts, Draco returned to school for his Eighth Year. 

Terrified though he was, he convinced himself he'd push through. He just needed to keep his head down, let everyone and everything pass him by. 

His efforts to go unnoticed lasted all of two weeks. 

“Malfoy,” said a voice behind him in the hall. A deep voice—one he'd recognise anywhere despite its recent change. 

He turned slowly. 

“...Potter.”

They hadn't talked since his trial. Draco glanced up and realised—startled—that Potter had stubble now. 

“We're playing a friendly Quidditch game. If you want to join.” 

Potter didn't hide—didn't need to. He exuded the same easy confidence Draco had always resented. Envied. 

He shook his head, but Potter said, “Malfoy…Draco, please.”

“Why?” he asked, tired. Why are you bothering with me? 

“Because you deserve joy, too,” Potter said, so simply Draco's breath hitched. 

Hesitantly, he nodded. 

*

They'd been playing for hours, both chasing for the same team for a change. 

“Draco!” Potter shouted. 

He whirled around, but all thoughts of the Quaffle vanished as he took in Potter's flat, shirtless chest, muscles flexing as he stretched an arm forward. His smile was bright—his demeanour effortless and more confident than Draco'd ever seen. 

Potter had always stood out. But, Draco realised, Harry shone, his every hue washing Draco's darkness away. 

He didn't think he could ever look away.

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[ununquadius]

Those Damn Eyes

Written for the August 2022 Discord Drabble Challenge. Prompt: Shiny. Wordcount: 231.

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It was those damn shining eyes. Those eyes that sparkled with joy whenever Zabini told a joke. Those eyes that gleamed with mischief whenever Malfoy and Parkinson were plotting something. Those eyes that became so bright whenever he managed a difficult spell. Those damn bright silver eyes.

Harry told Ron and Hermione so, but they looked at him like he had gone insane. Dull grey, they said. They couldn't see what Harry saw: the light, the brightness, that twinkle that made Malfoy's eyes the most beautiful eyes Harry had ever seen.

"Can you shut up already about the ferret's eyes? I think I'm going to puke," Ron said.

"But don't you see how pretty they are?"

"At least you didn't use another synonym for 'shiny' this time. I was starting to think you had learnt a dictionary by heart."

"Shut up, Hermione! Just… look at him!"

The three of them turned to the corner where Malfoy was talking with his friends. And Harry wondered once again how he managed to look like that, so absolutely gorgeous.

"I still can't see it," Hermione huffed.

"He's in love," Ron shrugged.

"Malfoy's in love?" For some reason, the thought made Harry's insides twist.

"You, you idiot! You're in love with Malfoy!" Ron almost shouted while Hermione sniggered.

"I'm not in love with… How dare you say… It's Malfoy!"

And yet… those damn bright eyes.

[yumechouchou]

Official version:

Un-blurred version ('cause I spent ages on those small details and refuse to let them stay in the dark - or in the mist in this case):

[beyondtheclose]

The Plan

written for the drarry discord drabble challenge august 2022, for the prompt “shine”, wc 231. art restriction: every (and only) the colours of the rainbow (+black/white) (ao3 link)

Harry tries to be sneaky as he checks the clock for the twentieth time. This step of The Plan requires careful timing. Thirty seconds to 20:26, Harry pokes his flatmate. 

“Pass me my mug?”

When Draco does, Harry squeezes his hand tight to the ceramic. Five seconds…a jerk and they’re whisked away.

Harry steadies Draco when they land, grinning at Draco’s stunned, wide-eyed expression as he takes in their surroundings. It’s perfect; luck firmly on Harry’s side. The small, charm-heated, platform is in the middle of a snow-covered landscape. Brilliant colours in blues, greens, and reds dance above them.

“Harry? How? Is this real?”

Affection burns through Harry.

“It is. Don’t worry about how, it’s all sorted. Just enjoy.” He bumps his shoulder lightly against Draco’s. “Congrats on your Potions Mastery.” 

Harry has heard nothing but how it’s too much for a friend. Ron doesn’t understand how desperately Draco wants to see the Northern Lights, how he’s already planned a trip for when he’s allowed to leave the country again in 7 years. So what if he now owes Shaklebolt a favour? Ron can’t see the wonder on Draco’s face.

“Are you crying?” 

“How could I not be? Harry, this is the nicest thing anyone has done for me.” Draco swipes at his eyes. “Merlin, I love you.”

Harry freezes. 

“I didn’t—”

Harry cuts Draco off, ungracefully crushing their lips together.

[inheartofwinter]

[boopedbyanangel]

August 2022 to accompany my Drabble — Let Your Colors Burst

Prompt: Shine

[digthewriter]

Prompt C—Wooden Bridge Across a Canal for @slythindor100 and "explosion" (of joy) for newyearcntdown 2022.

The perfect...beginning. (AO3)

"So, what do you say?" Draco was on one knee at the magical bridge of Blackfriars connecting the Muggle world to the Wizarding one in a remote part of London.

Harry looked down, grinning from ear to ear. "Looks like we had the same plan," he said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring box as well. "It's about time we made it official. For us."

Draco stood up and kissed Harry.

"I don't plan to ever leave you alone from now on." Draco mumbled into Harry's neck.

"Feelings' mutual, Malfoy."

It was a happy Christmas indeed.

[otpcutie]

Lost In Green

Drarry Discord Drabble/Drawble Challenge, April. Prompt: ‘untold’ with Impressionism as the art restriction.

A/N: I tried my hand at some angsty Drarry art for this challenge.

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[The text reads: 

Draco lost himself in Harry’s eyes.

He weaved, endlessly, trying to find his way out…

Trapped by things left unsaid, 

and the feelings buried beneath his feet.

How do you get over someone who was never yours?]

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[starlitsilvereyes]

The sun casts its warmth along the vastness of the world. The waves glimmer in golden hues as Draco stands under the waterfall, wisps of dark blue rippling around his waist. Harry watches as he disappears under the water slowly, his distorted frame dancing around splashes of sky blue.

A few moments pass by until Draco rises, his opalescent hair soaked into a darker shade as his skin drips with drops of Jupiter. He turns, his face half-enveloped in the shadows as silver eyes scorch into Harry’s.

“Come,” Draco says, offering an elegant hand at him.

When Harry takes his hand, he feels his own melt into his as though he has finally reached him from another world.

Harry blinks, eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as slivers of memories flash before his eyes. Every single one contains the same image of Draco, his sharp face looking back over a scarred shoulder.

Darkness slowly clouds Harry’s vision, as though he’s been thrown somewhere between time and consciousness. After what feels like a hundred lifetimes, light appears before him in the form of slices of sun rays from the window.

Malfoy stands on the other side of the changing room, his emerald bathrobe hanging off his shoulder as he glares at Harry.

“What’s the matter, Potter? Never seen a naked bloke before?” Harry watches Malfoy's lips curve at his name. Déjà vu burns through the back of his mind — he’s certain he’s seen Malfoy like this before, the same look in his eyes, his skin soaked in droplets of silver.

Harry’s train of thought breaks at the sound of goggles clattering against the floor. Out of instinct, he reaches for it, the same time as Malfoy does. Their fingertips touch ever so slightly, and Harry feels the same spark of warmth he felt a thousand years ago, when he took the same hand under cerulean skies.

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[slowtortoises]

That's Not How You Make Amortentia

Harry: [Blushing furiously] Draco dear when did you become an added ingredient into your potions?

Draco: When I needed the Amortentia to smell of me Harry darling

Harry: I don't think that's how Amortentia works dear ... but do carry on

This is my entry for the Drarry Discord Drawble Challenge for November 2020.

The prompt was potions and artworks had a restriction whereby artists had to use a colour palette based on a famous painting. I chose The Milkmaid by Johannes Vermeer.

[mxmaneater]

Thanks to everyone for the lovely comments this month! For those who wanted more of this parasite-story...well, my recommendation would be to read/watch No.6! I basically transplanted a plot point from that series into the Wizarding world, as I think the main characters dynamics fit Draco and Harry quite nicely. (Seriously though - go watch it!)

春が来る前に (Before the Spring Comes)

“Oh yeah? And what’s a ‘Violent Criminal’ like me got to say that’ll make any difference?” Draco’s eyes glittered dangerously as he leaned into Harry’s space. “‘Oh yes, just take down wards, please!’ Erase the years of magical laws and protections that are designed to keep people like me out?”

“It’s better than leaving them warded in with a known parasite!” Harry spat, mind reeling with anger and betrayal. But not surprise—never that.

Draco closed the gap between them, pushing Harry against the musty bookshelves. His smile was cruel. “They left me out here to die. I say ‘better them than me.’”

His fingers tightened around Harry’s bicep before releasing with a flourish. It was strange—even at moments like these, Harry was captivated by his grace.

“And how ironic that they should meet their end through magic—they, who took it from everyone else.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about! The Ministry did what it had to do.”

Draco’s eyes were steely. “Is that what you really believe?” His hand fluttered against the useless twig that had once been a wand. “Because if you do…get out. Get out and never come back.”

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[yumechouchou]

[thesleepiesthufflepuff]

A Collection of Snapshots | Pt. 1

6th November 2000 - Somewhere in California

It began with a winter sunrise, explosive pinks bleeding into a pale blue sky while headlights glowed softly in the distance.

As Harry drove down an unfamiliar stretch of highway, he looked towards Draco, who was sleeping soundly with his head propped against the window.

“I love you,” he whispered.