#harry and draco

[karo-li]

sometimes i feel like my drawings look like child's doodles 🫡

[tageerdo]

[phoebe-delia]

since we were eighteen

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: "18" by One Direction. I went through like four different ideas/drafts for this prompt but this is what I got lol

"Did—did you know?" Draco asks, eyes downcast like he’s talking to the sidewalk.

Harry's throat is tight. "No," he says. "I didn't."

Draco presses his lips together and nods. He still doesn't look at Harry. "I see."

It’s quiet in the dark alley behind the pub, but Harry’s ears are full of static. He knows he needs to talk more; needs to stop Draco from filling in the blanks of Harry’s silence with his own assumptions. He knows Draco's guard rises with each second he lets pass without saying some version of what he’s thinking, which is, ‘I didn't know. But god, I wish I had.'

"It was Eighth Year, for me, " Harry says instead.

At that, Draco looks up sharply. Their eyes meet, and Harry sees the flare of hope on Draco's face; feels it in his own chest. "What?" Draco whispers.

"That's when I realized. For me, I mean," Harry blushes. "I obviously didn't know about you until, er, now. Like I said."

Draco blinks. "You mean to tell me you've been—"

"Yes."

"So all this time we could've—"

"Yep."

Draco closes his eyes and looses a sigh. When his eyes open again, he looks at Harry like the snitch in a tied Quidditch game. "Can I—?" His voice breaks, and his eyes fall to Harry's lips, and that's all he needs to say.

Harry sucks in a breath, and nods. Draco strides towards him and pulls him into a bruising kiss.

When they finally pull apart, Draco presses their foreheads together. "Will you say it?" He whispers. "I said it. And I know you implied—but I need to hear—"

"I love you, too," Harry murmurs. He presses a kiss to Draco's parted lips. "I'm in love with you."

[cheridraco]

harry: I love you

harry: I said I love you

draco: you fucking better

harry: bitch

[fastbrother]

Reform (T, 3.5k)

inspired by @faiell's stunning art

Harry Potter was dressed in rags the first time Draco saw him. Draco engaged in an act of charity by speaking with him. Now, when Draco sees Harry Potter, he’s dressed in Malkin’s finest robes. Now, if Harry Potter spoke with Draco, that’d be considered charity.  “You should reach out,” his father-in-law tells him. “Explain your side.” “Imagine how much that would help our standing,” his wife begs.  Draco will become an employee before he asks Harry Potter for help. 

Tags: Enemies to lovers, Politics, Co-workers, Competent Draco Malfoy, drarry in their forties

[beerose12]

MEME REDRAWS PART 2 FEATURING....

1. that one scene in prisoner of azkaban

2. ron

3. Harry being a 3rd wheel again

[yourgalgremlin]

From this

[yuvanart]

When I sent this to a friend for approval, she said she didn't mind Harry becoming her doctor. Like..this is the best assessment of my work

[multiverse-of-fanfic]

for the @drarrymicrofic prompt (Nov. 22): november air, 122 words

It was pure happenstance that halfway through first term of Eighth Year, when the November air was brisk and punishing, that Harry—plagued by nightmares of….everything—found himself in the Common Room, hunched over and hugging himself for warmth, and staring at Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, who was sat in a raggedy old armchair, plaid upholstery tearing at the seams, wispy legs primly tucked under his unassuming Quidditch thighs.

It hadn’t occurred to Harry in that moment, watching the shadows of the fire dance over Malfoy’s porcelain skin, that he and Malfoy would share many sleepless nights lost in conversation, meaningful and not, outlasting the crackling embers of the stone hearth at their feet. That eventually, Malfoy would become Draco.

And Draco would become Harry’s.

[sunsfawn]

you look perfect, you look different

lyrics: we’ll never have sex - leith ross

[klinefelterrible]

Draco: I know that you guys are in an arranged marriage, but you seem to be so well connected…!

Narcissa: honey, do you remember when your father and I showed you that Pensieve memory of our wedding?

Draco: yes

Draco: I loved every second of it

Narcissa: well what you need to know is that this memory is a little bit… redacted

Lucius: just a little bit!

Narcissa: but redacted indeed

Draco: exactly which parts were redacted?

Narcissa: well so you remember how we told you that your father looked rather stiff and we laughed that he danced a bit clumsy?

Draco: …yes

Lucius: it was because I was fucked so hard that night and in the morning I was barely able to walk. And my ass was a gaping—

Narcissa: oh, Lucius

Lucius: but it was

Draco: but… but you looked so happy!

Narcissa: he was happy! He just survived an orgy with so many people where all of them came inside his sweet white ass

Draco: …and you knew about that?

Narcissa: about that… do you remember how I smiled everywhere but I never really did talk? Like at all?

Draco: …yes?

Lucius: it was because she sucked so many dicks that night her mouth, tongue and throat was literally as sore as my ass!

Narcissa: my lips were so red that day

Lucius: and you danced with such grace

Narcissa: thank you, honey

Narcissa: after we made Creacher bring you that ointment, so did you

Lucius: anyway, son, we were very good friends prior to this ceremony

Narcissa: and we still are

Draco: so is all my life a lie?

Narcissa: no

Lucius: but your uncle Augustus is not really your uncle and his young girlfriend Lucy—

Draco: please don’t tell me that I have a younger sister who is also a slut

*doors knocking*

Narcissa: this must be Harry

Lucius: come in, boy!

Harry: *enters* hello, Mr and Mrs Malfoy, hello Draco

Harry: what’s the matter?

Draco: oh, nothing

Draco: just that little thing that they’ve been lying to me my whole life

Harry: what did you tell him

Narcissa: we told him the specifics about our wedding day

Harry: oh cool

Harry: did you tell him who won?

Draco: who won what?

Harry: a contest?

Narcissa: what contest?

Lucius: let’s, uhm-

Draco: what contest?

Harry: you didn’t tell him about the contest?

Narcissa: what contest?

Draco: yeah, what contest, Potter?

Lucius: remember that bet we made that night?

Narcissa: no

Lucius: oh, good

Draco: what bet?

Harry: your parents made a bet that whoever wins the contest of making cum more dicks than the other, names the child

Draco: no!

Lucius: uhm-

Narcissa: oh, that

Narcissa: now I remember

Narcissa: I don’t remember who won, though

Harry: do you want to know?

Lucius: uhm

Narcissa: excuse me, but how do you know?

Lucius: uhm…

Harry: I requested that information during death eaters hearings

Harry: I promised many of them a lighter sentences for the unchanged, unaltered versions.

Narcissa: oh this is so hot

Lucius: can we see it?

Harry: it’s in the evidence room in the dungeons of the ministry of magic

Lucius: oh

Narcissa: I see that you didn’t say „no”

Lucius: oooh

Lucius: can we?

Draco: I can’t believe my ears and my eyes and my life right now

Narcissa: oh please, like you never did anything dumb and hot

Lucius: maybe he didn’t

Narcissa: don’t be ridiculous

Narcissa: do you know that we were notified every time you and Harry had a little rendez-vous at school?

Narcissa: *makes a blowjob pantomine*

Narcissa: every. time.

Lucius: uhm

Narcissa: Every

Narcissa: Time

Narcissa: with the cute details, especially when you guys were in fifth year and later, when you started ass—

Draco: OKAYOKAOKAY!!!

Draco: sheesh, okay, I am leaving only to go to my room and die of embarrassment and maybe I will obliviate myself a little with a bottle of my father’s finest gin

Harry: I’ll go with you

Draco: whatever

Narcissa: wait a second, Harry

Harry: I can provide you some time for both of you to visit the ministry and officially acknowledge some details of your and your son’s involvement in the death eaters processes.

Harry: *wink* I will need a blood oath from you that you won’t mess with this and only then you can stay there for… *wink wink* eight hours once a week.

Narcissa: oh yeah

Lucius: awww

Lucius: like a second honeymoon

Harry: now about those notifications…

Narcissa: there were no notifications

Harry: but you said—

Narcissa: I am full of shit

Lucius: she is so full of shit

Harry: why would you say that

Narcissa: I just wanted to see your faces

Narcissa: and he believed it, didn’t he

Harry: such a cunning woman

Lucius: one of the best

Narcissa: I am not half as good as Andromeda

Harry: why Andromeda?

Narcissa: she made Rodolphus Lestrange marry our sister Bella just by telling him she is into being forced to eat ass and what comes out of the ass

Harry: she did wh—

Harry: what

Harry: why

Narcissa: Andromeda made Bellatrix eat her poop

Narcissa: for the sheer joy of it

Harry: ah! You got me, right? You’re full of shit, right?

Lucius: I wish

Narcissa: No I am not.

Narcissa: and every time Bellatrix had a death eaters meeting, Andromeda made her eat her shit before she went there

Narcissa: first she was full of shit, then Bellatrix’s mouth was full of shit and then

Lucius: let’s drop it, please

Harry: what the fuck

Narcissa: are we even now

Harry: what the actual fuck

Harry: the fuck

Harry: fucking fuck

Lucius: he handles it well

Narcissa: so do we have a deal, Harry?

Harry: what the fuck

Harry: we do

Harry: but how and what and why the fuck

Narcissa: ah, youth

Lucius: *hugs her* remember us back then?

Narcissa: oh yeah

Harry: I need time to process this

Narcissa: Harry, wait!

Harry: yes?

Narcissa: who won?

Harry: the bet?

Harry: Lucius

Narcissa: no way!

Harry: by one limp dick almost at midnight

Harry: and both of you would chose Draco anyway

Narcissa: awww

Lucius: that’s love

Narcissa: for a cock?

Lucius: that too

Narcissa: I’m kidding. I love you, husband

Lucius: and I love you, wife

Harry: you guys are cute

Harry: *leaving*

Harry: but what the fuck

[phoebe-delia]

No Way

My brain won’t shut the fuCK UP so if it won’t let me sleep I’m making it write.

Harry blinks. He holds the magazine closer to his face, inches from his glasses, to get a closer look at the smirking shirtless man featured on the cover of Witch Weekly’s Quidditch Cuties issue.

Because there’s absolutely no fucking way. No way that Draco Malfoy, Seeker for the Abbleby Arrows and frequent star of Harry’s sex dreams, has a lightning bolt tattooed over his heart.

It’s not—it’s not possible.

And yet.

Harry makes decision. He folds the magazine, puts it in his pocket, grabs his wand, and Apparates away with a crack.

There’s only one way to find out.

[cheridraco]

harry: I like talking to you

draco: you probably like kissing me more

[velvet4510]

As much as I like Narcissa Malfoy getting her big moment, and the echo of the mother’s love theme and all, she’s such a minor character in the grand scheme of things, only introduced in the penultimate Harry Potter book.

In the conclusion to the overall series, the role of Harry’s lying savior in the forest should’ve been played by a more prominent character who’d had more buildup.

I’ve read at least one fic where it is Lucius lying after learning Draco is alive, which would’ve been quite the arc for him, considering how much he’d prioritized his own dangerous and selfish ambitions over his son prior to his time in Azkaban.

Yet I think the best person for this moment is Draco himself.

This really would’ve given him an arc that paid off the buildup of his growing disillusionment with Voldemort and with his father and with being a Death Eater in general. And it would’ve made it very clear - in a “show don’t tell” way - that he did indeed know it was Harry back at the manor … or perhaps in this version of events, the manor incident didn’t happen at all, and this gets to be Draco’s moment instead.

What if Draco hadn’t been with Crabbe and Goyle at Hogwarts, but rather with his parents and the Death Eaters in the forest? What if he were the one to check Harry’s pulse and realize Harry was alive? What if his discreet question to Harry was something like “are you awake?” or “can you fight?” or “can you beat him?” or “will you catch my wand when the moment comes?” Or perhaps no words would’ve been necessary. What if Draco felt Harry’s pulse, noticed Harry’s change of breath and/or a twitch of his closed eyes indicating he knew Draco knew … and that’s all the communication they needed? What if readers were sent into utter suspense, wondering if rivals will always be rivals, if Draco really didn’t know it was Harry back at the manor and now he will expose the boy he’s always claimed to hate? What if Draco then, using every last bit of his Occlumency skills, lied “He is dead!” not to get to the castle to find someone among a victorious cavalry, but to help Harry, and to fully defy Voldemort and all that Voldemort embodies?

What if Draco thus went from a coward who ran screaming from Voldemort in the forest in the first book, to lying to Voldemort’s face in Harry’s defense in that same forest in the last book?

In movie canon, this would’ve also been a stronger setup for The Wand Toss Scene That Should Never Have Been Deleted, if Draco knew the whole time that Harry was alive and was waiting for the right moment, and if Harry knew Draco knew and was ready to catch the wand. Better yet if JKR had cared about character development, this would’ve been in the book too. And Harry officially would’ve become master of the Elder Wand not by a combat victory, but by Draco’s allegiance to (and love for) him.

Does anyone know a fic where this happens, where it’s Draco who lies???