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in the gryffindor bedroom
31 Oct
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forever after all
“Draco, it’s perfect,” Harry managed, fingers ghosting over the band. He traced the four diamonds ㅡ one for each year he’d been in love, Draco said ㅡ before holding it close to read the inscription. Forever after all. It truly was perfect. And much like Draco, it would never be his.
day three of my self imposed September microfic-a-day challenge words: 51
day two
Time for Bed.
wc: 500, rating: G, warnings: none, it's fluffy💜
“Come on, Draco, it’s only 11! Put him to bed and let’s go out! Merlin, we’re only 36, but you act like you’re 90!”
Draco frowned as he sipped his wine and gently eased his husband’s lolling head more comfortably against his shoulder. “Nothing around here to do - everything’s closed.”
“Closed at 11 on a Friday?! I’m not even sure my local in Peckham opens before 10…” Pansy paused expectantly but Draco didn’t respond. “I don’t know how you put up with it in this sleepy little town,” she complained, refilling her glass.
Trying and failing to stifle a yawn, Draco started to gently rouse his now snoring husband. “Speaking of sleepy, I should get him to bed, and we should turn in too.”
“But Draco….I only just got in!”
“And we have days together! I want to get to the market first thing.”
“Fine, fine. Leave your guest. I’ll be here. All alone,” she pouted.
“Or you could sleep too, then join us to do the shopping in the morning! You wouldn’t believe the size of the squashes they had last time! And we’ve got to be early - these may be the last blueberries of the season and I’d like to make a crumble…”
“Enough! Go to bed,” she laughed and gave him a wink. “And don’t you dare wake me before noon tomorrow.”
Im having issues with my art but whatever here’s some drarry’s because I cant quit them
James: you’re gonna be fine, just don’t make it too obvious
Sirius: got it
*later*
Sirius, holds up hand: hey man
Remus: hey *high fives*
Sirius, intertwining their fingers: I’m in love with you
Exploring cinematic concepts for my potterbyblvnk sketches. With the help of you guys, I decided to call this series “potterframes”.
I want to show you in details, colors and atmosphere, how I imagine the story of Harry Potter beyond my sketches. My goal is to create believable “movie” scene. I know we already have the movies, but there’s a lot we can explore, especially after growing up.
I might have a lot of fun designing the dark side of the story this time, with a bit of light for a contrast, of course.
Hope you enjoy.
As always, the only intention is to feed my imagination.
Hey! Here’s something I spent time on. I Imagine that recieving a Dark Mark would be one of the most painful things someone can experience, and I tried to make this reflect that.
Oh god no I drew Harry Potter fanart
"1:12am"
@afilthymethod, written for @drarrymicrofic prompt: sleepy
“Oi! Don't hit me again, you maniac -”
Malfoy hit Harry a few more times with a worn looking rolled up Daily Prophet clenched in one fist.
Harry snatched the Prophet away and glowered at him.
“I had to be sure!” Malfoy said defensively.
“I woke you up ten minutes ago, and you said,” Malfoy paused, clearing his throat, and continued in a mocking, two octaves deeper voice: “'I'm awake...I'm awake, I promise-’”
“Oh, shut up and give me my glasses,” Harry grunted.
Malfoy thrusted Harry’s glasses at him. Harry grabbed them awkwardly, and put them on.
“I had no choice but to resort to desperate measures,” Malfoy said reproachfully.
"Yeah, yeah. So you say," Harry replied, adjusting the driver's seat back into a non-sleeping position.
He glanced at the clock - 1:12am.
"I do say."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"You always have to have the last word."
Malfoy smirked as he reclined his seat backwards.
"Enjoy your shift, Potter."
With that, Malfoy stuffed his previously discarded robe under his head and closed his eyes.
He was snoring softly within two minutes.
Harry settled into his chair and stared grimly out of the side window. This was the second night of their stakeout, and their third time sharing a space overnight. They were parked across the street from a rundown terrace.
They had been tracking an enchanted arms dealer under the suspicion that he was trading with muggles.
Malfoy had spotted their suspect walking into one of the houses on the row at 7:26pm. Another man, with a buzz cut and nondescript face arrived shortly after, at 7:38pm. Both drove plain grey vehicles.
It was now 2:40am.
It was possible that their cars were just a ruse - they could floo, disapparate, or portkey potentially, but last night they staggered their departures and left in their respective vehicles at 1:46. Harry couldn’t rule this option out.
“Harry…?”
Harry looked sharply at Malfoy.
Malfoy's head was mashed between the back of the passenger seat cushion and the car door. His robes had fallen behind his back, no longer supporting his neck.
Malfoy stirred, his fingers flexing and his eyebrows furrowed.
Harry stared unabashedly, feeling a shameful thrill while doing so. Malfoy had never called Harry anything other than Potter, ever. He wanted to reach out and adjust Malfoy's robe, but thought better of it.
Harry turned back to the window, feeling his heart racing. What if…?
Malfoy probably knew another Harry. It wasn't any of Harry’s business, anyway.
“Harry-" Malfoy moaned again, and it sounded obscene in the dark of the car, "Please…"
Harry took a breath, quelling the heat sweeping through him at the sound.
"MALFOY!" Harry bellowed.
Malfoy jumped, sitting up and drawing his wand in a fluid motion. He whipped his head to look at Harry for direction.
Harry returned Malfoy's gaze apologetically.
"False alarm."
Malfoy scoffed and fell back into his seat.
"You insufferable, incompetent troglodyte. Who screams like that in the middle of a bloody stakeout?"
"I do. The car is sound proofed anyway."
"See to it that you don't anymore," Malfoy said imperiously, and his voice had an edge to it that it didn't have before.
Malfoy flopped over, his back to Harry this time.
Harry sat alone with his thoughts, occasionally looking over to observe the steady rise and fall of Malfoy's side as he slept.
Malfoy remained quiet except for his small snores.
The nondescript man came out of the building at 5:15am carrying a long, slender black bag. Harry made a note of it, and remained in the parking spot for another thirty minutes.
Then he drove away into the sunrise.
Sharing dirty jokes and gossip (if they were friends I’m sure they would.)
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For @drarrymicrofic prompt: "Saviour Complex"
"... I wish people liked me. I want people to like me," Malfoy said, loosely brandishing a bottle of firewhisky.
Harry looked at Malfoy incredulously.
Throughout their time as Aurors, Harry had found himself with a profound respect for Malfoy. He had earned it through skill and cleverness.
He was also reliable - and kind in his own strange way. Harry looked forward to seeing him in the office in the morning - making Harry laugh with his crude impressions of Shacklebolt, his desk covered with origami of old notes and Ministry memos.
"Don't be stupid," Harry said.
Malfoy shifted against the wall, pursed his lips, and rubbed at his forearm through his sleeve.
"You wouldn't understand, anyway," Malfoy said tightly. "Everyone likes you."
Harry laughed unkindly.
"That's patently untrue. You are the living embodiment of the "Potter Stinks" club."
"That was a schoolyard thing," Malfoy protested, slurring a little.
Harry raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to argue, but Malfoy continued:
"The stigma around me and my family is just so deep. It's so hard to try everyday to prove that I'm not the same person - that I'm not -" Malfoy's voice got hoarse, "my father, I guess."
Malfoy looked wretched, and Harry felt a rush of tenderness for him.
"I don't think you're like your dad," Harry said thoughtfully.
And for the first time, Harry said: "I like you."
Malfoy scoffed. "I don't want your pity, Potter."
"Shut up," Harry said simply. "I mean it."
Malfoy glanced up at Harry with an irritated expression. Harry watched curiously as Malfoy's face melted into wonderment.
"Well," Malfoy said uncertainly, "I suppose that's nice of you to say."
Harry rolled his eyes and extended his hand to Malfoy.
Malfoy hesitated.
Then he took it, hoisting himself up into a standing position. Harry took the firewhisky bottle from Malfoy's other hand and set it down on Malfoy's desk.
"I'm gonna take you home," Harry said in a tone that brooked no argument. "I'd rather not see you splinched."
Malfoy's hand was still in Harry's own.
"Okay," Malfoy said blearily.
Harry nodded, and they both disapparated with a crack. A paper crane fell off Malfoy's desk in their wake.