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For @drarrymicrofic prompt “overdrive” wc 200

Harry Potter is no ordinary patient. Good thing Draco is no ordinary Healer.

“Call?” Draco’s assistant, Clara, betrays a tremble in her tone.

“No.” Calm as ever, although Draco can hear his brain still going on about can’t operate on loved ones and he’s gone blaring beyond his Occlumency. “Patient still has a chance.”

Draco poises his wand over Harry’s chest. Later, Harry is going to joke about payback for Sectumsempra. For now, Harry’s ribcage opens like a pomegranate and Draco is soon looking upon the stubborn, still organ.

“. . .overdrive suppression due to latent Killing Curse. . .lingering electrical activity. . .” Draco murmurs to himself as he holds Harry’s heart now literally, in his hand. “. . .just enough. Crucio.”

The spell hits Harry’s heart directly. It seizes, thumps. Beats, and again. Clara gasps, then jumps back with a scream. Harry grips Draco’s arm. He’s awake suddenly, looking down with wide, unseeing eyes at Draco’s hand buried in his chest.

“D-Draco?” He’s confused.

“Go back to sleep, you dolt,” Draco tells him, though not without affection. “You aren’t supposed to wake up during surgery.”

“Oh. Right.”

He goes limp again on the bed.

“Clara,” Draco snaps her back to attention. “Let’s close him up.”

[pipedream]

draco malfoy: fashion icon, fucks up literally everything in his life, cries alone in bathrooms, can only make friends with a ghost 

[amandarin-orange721]

luscious

@drarrymicrofic prompt: spell

129 words | G | ao3

"That's not how you spell my father's name," Draco says, hovering over Harry's shoulder. Harry has no idea why he's delegated him this task. His handwriting is shite and, obviously, he can barely spell.

"Is it not?"

"No, you called him luscious," Draco says, frowning at the envelope.

Harry breaks into a rakish grin, waggles his brows suggestively. "Well-"

"Oh, shut up. Give me the quill, you dunce," Draco says, snatching the quill from Harry's hand before he can even lift it from the parchment. "Victoire will do the rest."

Harry raises a brow at him. "Victoire is six. She can barely hold a quill."

"Yes, well," Draco sniffs haughtily, "at least I won't have to worry about her coming onto my father via his invitation to our wedding."

[aniimamundi]

[ashlunes]

Professor Snape and his little snakes 🐍

[aniimamundi]

For Drarry microfic prompt: Switch

Wc: 100; filling the summer bingo cards: angst, body swapping, 100 words

"It won't hurt. Dying." He'd meant it as a reassurance, mostly to himself.

"I'm not afraid," Harry had whispered against his neck.

I am! So afraid I could cry. He almost said the words. Instead, he'd surreptitiously taken a swig from the little vial and kissed Harry one last time.

The switch was easy, like falling asleep. In fact Harry was asleep, in Draco's body. He wouldn't wake, wouldn't know, till the deed was done.

Draco took stock. There it was. Harry's body. And something more, a darkness that couldn't switch with his soul.

He turned and took a step forward.

[iamnmbr3]

Um? Malfoy's team? Wow Harry. Draco's not even the captain of the team. The Quidditch teams according to Harry: Gryffindor, Malfoy's Team, Not Malfoy's Team, Also Not Malfoy's Team. They really are obsessed with each other.

[effeminatewizards]

[iamnmbr3]

@nasgard lolol LITERALLY canon. Like. This is how he consistently describes them.

[semina-art]

Sketch for Either must die at the hand of the other by @metalomagnetic - one of the best fics I've read so far.

V is a bit younger here, so I decided to share this one too. I think I'll change his face a bit on a final artwork, I'm not pretty sure I like it.

[aniimamundi]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: reflection

Wc: 213; filling the summer bingo cards: kidfic, exes to lovers and no dialogue

Dear Diary

I shouted at father today as he was bisy with his bisness report and not hearing my story about the pink dragon. He said I was being bad and should stay in my room and relflect on my behavere.

I think father is being a hippogrif hippokate a hippo. When dad came to drop me off yestirday I hid behind the stairs and heard father told dad he could not wate to make him scream. In my humbel opinin it is badder to make someone scream than to scream. Esp someone nice as dad who never does boring bisness.

Father also said he would give dad something to shut his mouth. That is also very bad. I hope that something is not tape. I stuck tape on my cheek once for fun and it pained to pull it off. It would hurt dad even more since he has beard.

I don't think father's plan worked tho. Dad stayed the night and no one shouted. They were even smiling at each other at breakfast. Father made waffels and he put extra berry and cream on mine.

Okay now I feel bad for shouting at him. I will alopogise. Maybe I should do relflection more offen :)

Your best friend Scorpius Potter Malfoy

[moth-looking-for-a-lamp]

Me, selecting filters on Ao3

[peachipies]

Ferret Draco is the best Draco

[aniimamundi]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: ink

Wc: 331. Filling the summer bingo square 'unrequited love'

"Tell me what you've done to him."

The statement was framed as a command but sounded like a plea through Pansy Parkinson's wavering, fraught voice. She looked unusually dishevelled, a pasty complexion, makeup foregone.

Harry, buoyed by a feeling of schadenfreude, smirked at her and leaned back on his plush office chair.

"I'm the head auror," he declared.

"That's not what I asked."

"Oh. Was it a question? Sounded like an accusation."

Taking a last drag from his cigarette, he nonchalantly stubbed it on the sheaf of papers before him.

Parkinson gasped and pulled them back but not before the parchment burnt through the word Draco, the ink around it forming a mournful halo.

"You ... You're trying to destroy evidence," Parkinson sputtered.

"Evidence of what? That Draco Malfoy fancied himself in love with me and was insane enough to forge love letters in my name? That he offed himself when reality finally got to him?"

"He wasn't! He would never!"

"Everyone knows Malfoy wasn't right in the head after the war. It is so obvious that this investigation wasn't required and yet I allowed it, just to offer some comfort to his family and friends ... sorry friend, just the one aren't you?"

"I know you --"

"You know nothing! I strongly advise you to pause for a second and seriously consider whether you wish to accuse the head auror of writing one-sided love letters to Draco Malfoy of all people, a fallen, disgraced pariah. And then what, kidnapping and caging him in my basement perhaps? Consider the implications. I'd be forced to write to your employers with my concerns about your sanity. Look, I know you're suffering emotionally so I'll be magnanimous and forget this conversation if you leave right now."

Parkinson looked sufficiently cowed, the hatred in her eyes mellowing to helplessness.

"And Pansy." Harry stopped her before she stepped out the door. "I'd start looking into bereavement therapy, instead of filing report after report for missing persons."

[ostensiblehare]

Harry's hear me outs' consisting entirely of his enemies and his godfather.

[skeletomez]

The Writing Cycle

7:00 AM: I’m gonna be productive and write a whole chapter today!

1:00 PM: I’ll make some progress on the chapter later tonight.

11:00 PM: …I’ll just get some sleep and write in the morning…

12:00 AM: Fuck I can’t sleep.

3:00 AM: OH SWEET JESUS HAS GIVEN ME INSPIRATION PRAISE THE HEAVENS

3:01 AM: *writes a sentence and proceeds to take a break that will soon span months*

[edieblakee]

yes here is a silly thing I did thank you for asking

[iamnmbr3]

I will never be over Dumbledore talking about how Tom Riddle has never had nor wanted a friend and using that as evidence of him being Born Evil TM. And I'm just sitting here laughing like 'dude. where are your friends???"

[gogtopia]

seeing a black cat is actually good luck because then you get to see a cat

[aniimamundi]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: rebuild

Wc: 217. Filling the summer bingo squares Draco pov, down and out, present tense, rated T

Harry's hands cover his eyes ("It's a surprise!" wide grin, bright eyes). Draco plays along. Because he loves Harry. Though nothing seeps through his dull fog of melancholy these days. Not even Harry.

He smells the earthy, sweet scent of oak and hazel first. Familiar. Comforting. Then the putrid, burnt undertones register. Remnants of dark magic that linger still. Wisps that hover past the destruction, the cleansing fire.

He flinches.

Surely not! Harry is not this cruel. And he can't be this clueless.

He opens his eyes. They're in a wide field. Scorch marks on the grass. Low hills. Distant forest. Fields and trees that were once dear. The Manor is gone. Only heartbreak remains.

"I bought the land back."

Whatever for? Draco stares at him incomprehensibly.

Harry comes closer and holds his hand in both of his. Tenderly. Like it's an easily startled woodland creature.

"We can start to rebuild."

He wants to retort with something cruel. Because what Harry just said is cruel. Whether he realises it or not.

"Potter." It's the only bit of harshness he can manage before he folds at Harry's expression. "Harry...you can't...we can't rebuild the manor. It took hundreds -"

Harry shakes his head. "Not the Manor. I meant a home. We can rebuild a home. Here, if you like."