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HARRY POTTER AND THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS (2002)
Slytherin!Harry is *spongebob wiping his forehead meme*
Congrats on your follower count omg! For a prompt: vampire Malfoy, Harry falling in love with him without realising? Or anything vampirey really!
OH HELL YEAH, we love an italicized oh in this house!! Thank you! <3 wc: 703
When Harry found out Draco had been turned during the War, the only physical difference he noticed was Dracoâs teeth.
They were just teeth, of course, but they were different: straighter, a brilliant white. It wasnât his teeth that looked sharper, necessarily. It was his smileâwhich was still a rare occurrence, these days.
Harry could count the number of times heâd seen Draco smile this year on one hand, but he was proud to know that heâd been the cause of every single one. The first had been thanks to Harry calling him Draco for the first time: it had pulled Dracoâs full, pink lips, seemingly without his knowledge, into something incredibly charming, and a little dangerousâthose grey eyes sparkling softer than the first snow, with a wicked, blinding grin, sharper than cut crystal.
Even now, as Harry found him alone on the balcony, avoiding the crowd of the Ministryâs holiday party and staring out over the city, he felt his stomach flutter with excitement at the possibility of seeing it again, adding another to his mental collection.
Draco stiffened when Harry closed the French doors behind him, isolating them from the noise of their coworkers. His crisp suit carved a severe silhouette against the glittering London skyline, all knife-edged black with a glint of silky, white-blond hair falling over his shoulders, his slim, pale hands gripping the stone bannister. He didnât look up.
âPotter.â
âDraco,â Harry returned. Draco only called him Potter, these days, when he wanted to be alone. When he felt too much like the outcast he was.
Creature, heâd called himself, once, storming out of a bar, which carried nothing he could drink anyway.
Draco slowly turned to face him, wary and guarded, and Harry froze, listening carefully, watching him, as he always didâ
Draco was holding his breath, again. He always seemed to do that around Harry.
Harry hated it.
He approached Draco casually, watching his pale face strain further. Draco stepped back, away from him, and Harry paused again as something horrible washed through him, like a tightening coil of barbed wire around his heart.
It hurt, when Draco pulled away from him, when all he wanted was closer. Harry was drawn inexplicably to those sharp edges, like the spindle of a spinning wheelâhe didnât care that it would prick his finger, that it could destroy his life, he wanted to touch, wanted to feel the inevitable softness beneath the sculpted marble exteriorâ
Oh, fuck, Harry, youâve really done it this time.
Of course he did. He couldnât help it, he never could stay away from Draco. He took another step, and another, closing the space between them, even as Draco backed himself against the balustrade.
A breeze whipped up Dracoâs long, sleek hair; a lock of it tickled Harryâs face. All this time, Harry had been too busy noticing Draco, to notice the effects Draco had on him.
âBreathe,â Harry said.
âNo.â
Harry pressed closer, their chests brushing, Harryâs nose gracing Dracoâs cold cheek. He could feel Draco shaking, could hear the sound of his own heartbeat racing in his ears, and he knew Draco would be able to hear it, too. Harryâs hands came up to rest tentatively on his chest, and Draco let out a soft whimper.
âBreathe,â Harry repeated, and Draco broke, releasing a shuddering breath. Strong arms locked around Harryâs waist, pulling him flush against Dracoâs hard body. Harryâs hands fisted in his lapel as Draco buried his face in Harryâs neck, his cold nose tracing the line of Harryâs pulsing artery, inhaling deeply.Â
Above them, fine flakes of unhurried snow began to fall.
âI hate you,â Draco whined, his hands trembling where they held the back of Harryâs jacket. His lips parted over Harryâs skin, his breaths hard and desperate. Harryâs hand slid to the back of Dracoâs neck, into that silky hair, so much softer than heâd imagined it would be.
âI know,â Harry replied, his other hand quickly palming his wand, forcefully apparating them both to Grimmauld Place.
Hours later, Harry would add another smile to his collection: something sated and satisfied, affectionate and anxious, that incisive curl of Dracoâs lips somehow softer with piercing, blood-stained teeth behind it.
they would, and they did.
i have to tell you something. if you pour water into a hole of dirt and put grass in it and mix it around it makes something. Its called potion
#wrong movie, cedric
The vaganova ballet academy in konservatoriet
Slow burn but it's written by an impatient person
This doesn't affect the speed of the developing relationship at all, but does make for a very passive aggressive narrator.
Slow burn but the writer is angry about it
Me: Hey whats up? My Brain: WHAT IF HARRY WAS A NIFFLER ANIMAGUS AND EVERYTIME HE TRANSFORMS HES DRAWN TO RICH BITCHâ˘ď¸ DRACO MALFOY WITH HIS GOLD AND HIS RINGS AND HE PROBABLY WEARS FANCY BROACHES AND OTHER SHINIES AND HARRYS LITTLE NIFFLER BRAIN IS LIKE YES SHINY MAN AND DRACO ACTUALLY REALLY LIKES NIFFLERS BC HES A SLYTHERIN AND HES LIKE FUCK YEAH STEAL TO GET WHAT YOU WANT, I BELIEVE IN THE ENTREPRENEURIAL SPIRIT. anyway, how are you? Me: ...
Your brain is a wonderful place, Anon - WRITE THIS ONE PLEASE as I want to read it! Draco loving Nifflers is very in character imo (also heâs the lord of the manor so he probably would like animals in general, right?)
Also, exhibit A to support your theory - Hagrid having to dissuade eleven year old Harry from buying a solid gold cauldron on his trip to Diagon.
Ron and Hermione were nonplussed the first time they saw Harry in his animagus form. âA niffler, mate? No offense but I thought youâd be a lion or something,â Ron blurted, as Hermione furrowed her brow in confusion. But Harry has felt right at home in the unassuming little body. He could quickly get out of sight when unwanted company was around, which he found useful at formal events when the press began to circulate. And the desire to get his paws on shiny objects was not altogether foreign to someone who had grown up with nothing. Harry didnât have to seek the advice of a mind healer to know that deep inside he would always worry about being without, and that his animagus form was an outward expression of his desire to have security via hoarding things. Pretty things. Shiny things. Like the jewels on Draco Malfoyâs rings that drew Harryâs gaze hypnotically as he stood frozen, clutching the pocket watch heâd just nicked.
Heâd been doing the rounds at a ministry event - wondering how many hands heâd have to shake before he could slink to some alcove and change into his surreptitious form and enjoy a little peace and quiet -when those same jewels had caught his eye. Malfoy had raised his hand, gesturing to illustrate whatever point he was making in his discussion with some pompous so and so whose name Harry had forgotten the instant it left the manâs lips. When Malfoy stepped away from the crowd and entered an empty lounge, Harry was compelled to follow him. As he felt his body shift forms, he wondered if he was suddenly coveting things even while in human form.
Now was the moment when he should run off into a dark corner with his prize. But he couldnât tear his eyes away from those hands with their long, pale, clever fingers. Or was it the rings he was staring at? A posh voice cut through the fog of his animal mind. âLike what you see, little fellow?â With a start, Harry realized that although Malfoy had not moved at all, ostensibly not to startle him, he was looking down at Harry with a hint of a smile curling the corner of his mouth. âYour kind arenât afraid to take what you want. You donât give a toss what anyone thinks about you, do you?â Harry tensed as Malfoy slowly reached down, and gently unclasped the pocket watch, nudging the end of the chain toward him. Harry found himself grabbing the golden chain involuntarily, and looked up to see Malfoy easing himself off the ledge upon which heâd been perched. He put his hands in his pockets and sauntered back out to the main gallery. Harry watched him go.
OH MY GOD I love this so much đđđđ
@xanthippe74 ty for a blessed part 2 for only those who are deserving (ie. those who read your tags) đ:
we had a great good life in the jungle, my love and I
A tired and blushing fem!Harry đ
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harry: *chugs a cauldronfull of felix felicis*
harry: self care
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