#microfic may

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Microfic May Day 2: Resplendent

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Life in Draco’s eyes was blanketed in a haze. Full of dull grays and mediocre splendors. Until he started working with Hermione.

She was all warm, rich, earthy browns and shimmering gold. Her lips, a rosy pink. Her blush resplendent against her skin when she pressed her mouth against his.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Yearn

It’s a hot, aching, burning feeling that sits under Harry’s breast bone; igniting his heart, stealing his breath. 

Draco is compelling as he talks and socializes, wooing everyone. Utterly composed. 

Only Harry knows who he truly is. How he’ll fall apart, gasping, arching, unbelievably perfect in his imperfections. Entirely Harry’s.

Written for the @microficmay prompt: yearn (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)

[bluestringpudding]

Microfic May day 3 - Horizon

They sat at the top of the Astronomy tower, finally together, gazing out at their new horizon.

Draco watched the tendrils of smoke drifting past them. The only evidence of the destruction they had wrought below.

"I did warn them." Hermione smiled.

🌅🌅🌅

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[nena-96]

Tangible

Microfic May 2023. Prompt: Tangible. Characters: Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger

 “Would you look at that”, Hermione said as the silence had gotten almost tangible.

There on the couch was Ron spoon feeding Crookshanks, if she wasn’t so tired she’d take a picture of them.

“Not a word”, Ron muttered as Crookshanks licked the spoon. 

She smiles at her boyfriend’s irritation.

[dracopetal]

Microfic May: Downpour

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May 18th: Downpour

The next time Harry properly sees him is a week after, when he walks into a Ministry lift as Draco walks out. 

Harry is so dumbfounded that he walks straight into him. Draco, soaking wet from the downpour outside, stumbles back, blinking at Harry but not quite seeing him, rain dripping into his eyes.

[starlitsilvereyes]

Written in the Stars

Written for @microficmay's Day 10 prompt: Moon & Stars + @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Mermaids | Rating: G | Read on Ao3

The silver moon reflects upon the glimmering waters of the sea as Draco and Harry lay side by side on the upper deck of the ship. So close that Draco can feel the warmth of Harry’s skin beneath the fabrics of their clothing; so close that if Draco listened enough, he’s certain he can hear Harry’s heartbeat along with his breathing. 

Draco watches the stars a little, and Harry at most, as he points at every single one of them, scattered on the dusk like the freckles on Harry’s skin under the sun. 

“That one’s called Leo,” Harry says softly, his breath fanning against Draco’s cheek. “Its brightest star is called Regulus.” 

Draco blinks, eyes filling with wonder as he tries to decipher the shape of the lion in the night sky. 

Harry continues, his index finger pointing at another constellation. “Canis Major,” he says, voice breaking a little. “In it is the brightest star in the sky: Sirius.” 

A comfortable falls between Draco and Harry – only the sound of the soft waves touching the edge of the ship and the rustle of footsteps from a distance can be heard. They stay like that for a while, letting time pass them as though there’s a plethora of it. After all, they had only met yesterday.

Once a dark cloud hovers over the moon, Harry breaks the silence. “What’s your name?” 

Draco reaches for Harry’s hand, closing it into a fist with the index finger extended to point at a cluster of stars. 

“Dragon?” 

Draco chuckles and shakes his head; he holds Harry’s hand tighter. 

“Drago– Dray– Draconis?” 

After a few tries, Draco finally nods, laughing a bit as his heart fills with warmth at the sight of the stars reflecting on the green of Harry’s eyes. 

“Draconis?” Harry repeats. 

Draco nods. 

“Dracon–” Harry keeps repeating, a different variation on the pronunciation each time until the last one where Draco leans in and presses his lips against Harry’s, stopping him from pronouncing the last syllable of Draconis.

“Draco,” Harry says once more, breathless once they pull away. 

“That’s right,” Draco replies, his voice barely above a whisper as he openly stares at Harry’s lips, reddened and a bit swollen from their kiss. 

A dimple appears on Harry’s cheek as he smiles fondly. “That’s a beautiful name,” he says. “Written in the stars.” 

☕️

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[lucigoo]

Microfic May - Will

Day 8 - Will @microficmay

Pairing: Ron/Harry/Hermione

Warnings: None

Words: 108 (Its so hard to keep under 50 words 😅)

Ron could do this, he would do this. He wasnt sure where he ofund the strngth of will to put his glass downa dn stand up but he did.

Harry and Hermione turned to look at him.

Ron took a deep breath and walked towards Harry and kissed him on the cheek, he then walked the few steps to Hermione and kissed her cheek too.

"Will you both go out with me? I love you, he blurted out, going redder then his hair as he looked at the ground, unable to look at t he two now it was all out in the open, at least for him.

[iamsiriuslyriddikulus]

@sapphicmicrofics || words: 234

pairing: alice/narcissa rating: m notes: warning for infidelity

Alice follows the trail of perfume down Narcissa's neck and collarbone. When she inhales, iris and vanilla blend together, cut through by something warm and woody—patchouli perhaps. She breathes in until her lungs ache and her head spins.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” she murmurs and presses her lips to Narcissa’s breast. Narcissa’s heart beats against her, strong and quick. “You’re a good person.”

“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.” Although Narcissa’s voice is cold, her eyes flit anxiously about the room, and she swallows hard. In the other room, someone taps their knife against a champagne flute. Naricssa stiffens. “I’m being a bad host.” There’s a bitter edge to her voice, resentment that she can’t have something she’d deny herself even if she had the option to choose it. Alice knows that the line between Narcissa’s self-imposed suffering and the expectations of her family became porous long ago.

“Okay,” Alice says, and she steps back. She watches Narcissa straighten herself, each movement precise. Even without a mirror she smooths her hair down until there isn’t a strand out of place. It’s nothing Alice hasn’t seen hundreds of times before, and yet she watches, mesmerized.

And like each time before, Narcissa ends it with the same, empty threat. “This is the last time.” Alice indulges Narcissa and nods as though she believes it. It doesn’t matter. Soon enough, she’ll break. She always does.

[miss-grimwood]

Happy May Day!

This month I'm doing microfic may (@microficmay)

Til Marriage Do Us Part - The last month of Bellatrix Black and Pandora Ollivander’s relationship before Bellatrix’s marriage to Rodolphus Lestrange.

Rated M for smutty scenes, nothing too explicit

Belladora, with hints of Belladolphus

I'll try and post at the same time every day, around 4 pm UK time

[makeitp1nk]

For @microficmay prompt secrets inspired by this BOMB ASS MICROFIC by the one and only @thebooktopus - I can't tell you how many times I've read this fic. I am quite feral for it, straight-up obsessed.

Beloved Beast

Drarry | Rated T | CW - allusion to Veela Draco | 300 words

It wasn’t easy, keeping a secret of that magnitude for twenty-one years. But Lucius had experience, he’d kept it for just as long himself. Like his father before him and grandfather before him. Generations of beautiful Malfoy men, using their Allure for wealth and power. 

Lucius was lucky. I was his bride and mate. Not all Malfoy’s have enjoyed such good fortune. Many were left to die in loveless marriages as their mates lived on. 

What were we to do? Keeping Draco’s condition a secret felt right at first, we were doing what was best for him. After the war I doubted. But his confidence had been decimated, and I couldn’t deal him another blow. For who would love a beast but a wife or mother? 

Only a life partner, bound with a vow. I tried to find him a marriage contract, hoping for the best—a true mate. Stealth and force were of no use. The stubborn boy refused all matches and called me “old fashioned” for attempting to arrange a marriage for him. I couldn’t correct him. 

It was only a matter of time. Every minute ticked omniously after he turned twenty-one, and I waited for the inevitable explosion in his blood. 

It happened in public, to my horror. Triggered by his mate, no less. Not his sweet bride, or even a passionate lover—but Potter. The boy who lived, my son’s death sentence. The boy I saved to end my son. Looking back, nothing would have made a difference. It would always be Potter; my Draco destined to die by his hand. 

Now the Potter boy chases me for answers. So I run, and I grieve for my perfect boy. I only wish that Death will be swift and kind to my beloved beast, my only child. 

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Day 4: Decision

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His hand hovered over her lips, refusing to touch.

“You haven’t made a decision.”

“Draco,” she said, her breath coasting his fingers.

He sighed, relenting. Always relenting.

“He doesn’t make you happy.” Now his lips replaced his fingers.

Their lips brush. Just barely. “Not like I do.”

She knows, pressing her lips forward.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Praise

“Good,” Draco said, voice soft and warm.

And the words zipped through Harry’s body, making his fingers and toes tingle, leaving his hair standing on end. All traces of discomfort disappeared as his mind went pleasantly fuzzy around the edges. 

Draco’s fingers carded through his curls, “So good for me.”

Written for the @microficmay prompt: Praise (read more of my microfic may drarry fics)

[bluestringpudding]

Microfic May day 1 - Create

Draco had created her body from borrowed flesh and bone. Only the heart lying still beneath the stitches had ever been hers.

The memories were his own: stolen moments, secret meetings.

He smiled as he breathed them into her cold new lips, and watched as her heart began to beat.

🪡🪡🪡

@microficmay

[nena-96]

Downpour

Microfic May 2023. prompt: Downpour. Character: Hermione

Falling to her knees in the muddy water, as she stares at the spot where he disapparated.

Her voice was raw from shouting his name. Yet it wasn’t enough to make him stay. 

Hermione didn’t care that she was caught under the downpour.

She just wanted Ron back, but how?

[dracopetal]

Microfic May: Fate

8th May: Fate

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It’s fate that brings them together again. Harry’s begrudgingly at the Ministry’s new year party, looking for an easy exit, when he spots a flash of white across the room. Harry extracts himself from whoever’s talking at him, and crosses through the crowd of people, to Draco.

[herochicklyrrie007]

Sung Her Praises

Rose sung Pansy's praises on stage, sang about her beauty, her wit, made little suggestions of what they did behind closed doors. Pansy lapped it up, laughing as yet another concert goer realized who she was.