Drarry Bingo 2025

This is the official account for 2025 Drarry bingo

[drarrybingo25]

Welcome!

This is the official Tumblr for the first Drarry Bingo!

Drarry bingo is going to be a fun, friendly competition for, writers, artists, and even readers!

When you finish your work, you just add it to the Ao3 collection (I’ll add the link on another post) and tag me in a post about it. Whoever completes bingo first in each category will get a prize, and so will the authors of the top five works by September 13th.

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Hi! Are there any specific rules for Drarry Bingo? (For ex: deadlines, word count, content that's not allowed?) Also, is there a discord? :)

The deadline is September 13th, there is no word count, and there is not a discord.

[shewhxmustnxtbenamed]

I'm Here | 8k | E

Harry and Draco are caught on Kiss Cam at a Quidditch game. This would be fine, if they were friends and auror partners, or if the camera person weren't so damned stubborn.

Preview under the cut

"What row is it? How far must I climb?” Draco asked.

“This says row seventy-nine. We’re on…” Harry leaned over the railing, reading the sign. “Fifty-three.” 

Draco groaned loudly as he continued up. 

“You’re welcome for getting such good seats,” Harry called. 

“At what cost? I could go into cardiac arrest, you know? You’d think they’d come up with some sort of lift system. This is absurd, having to climb our way to the top.” 

“Maybe you could quit the aurors and dedicate your life to lift-installation in sports arenas.” 

“I would, but nobody else would be able to put up with my git of a partner. They’d beg me to return.” 

“As if!” Harry said, jabbing a knuckle into his ribs, making Malfoy run up the next several steps to get away from him. “It’s a wonder you haven’t been killed in an on-the-job accident.”

“I’m too clever to be killed by some low-life criminal.” 

“Not by a criminal—by me.” 

“Well, that wouldn’t be an accident, now would it? You’d have about a decade and a half of pre-meditation, at least. You’d never get away with it.” 

“That’s the only reason I haven’t done it.” 

“Maybe you could try in the winter when things get slow. It could be fun. What level are we on now?” 

“I don’t know, look at the blasted sign yourself,” Harry said, breathing hard, dragging himself up by the railing, trying to take the effort of climbing off of his legs. His eyes caught on a sign as they passed by, and he groaned. “Sixty-one.” 

“Circe’s tits, Potter, you’re going to have to carry me. I can’t make another eighteen flights.” 

“I’m not carrying you, dickhead. You can stop if you want, but I’m getting this over with.” 

At the next landing, Malfoy slumped against a railing, head tilted back, resting on his elbows. Harry glanced at his throat as he passed by, head ducked as he started up the next flight, breathing hard as he carried up several more flights and then stopped, clung to the railing, wiped sweat from his brow. His lungs ached—his thighs burned—his shirt was sticking to his back. 

“I always knew you were pathetic, Potter,” Draco said from behind him, and Harry lifted his head, looking at him as he passed by, his face red from exertion. 

“You gave up first!” Harry bellowed, following up after him, hand on his chest as he struggled to breathe. 

“Yes, but I recovered quicker,” Draco said, his steps slow and heavy. “I’ve got better stamina—always have.” 

“Go fuck a broomstick, Malfoy,” Harry murmured as he jogged up the flight ahead, seeing there were three more flights left. 

He could hear Draco keeping pace behind him, ignoring the fatigue in his legs, the burning of his lungs, the rasp of his throat as he drew in breath and reached the seventy-ninth row. He tried not to seem too relieved, looking down at his ticket, wiping sweat from his eyes to read their seat number and then the signage, turning left. He dragged the sleeve of his shirt across his face to dry it, trying to get control of his breathing before they found their seats. 

Squeezing past the other people in the front row, he sat down and rubbed his hands on his knees, looking up as Draco passed in front of him and collapsed beside him. 

“I hate you so much,” Draco gasped, his mousey hair clinging to his forehead. 

“We’re exactly on the centre line. These are great seats. Stop complaining.” 

“I taste blood.” 

“Already? But I haven’t even punched you yet.” 

[shewhxmustnxtbenamed]

@drarrybingo25 Mine's posted! it's the prompts from the bottom row on my card--listed as the chapter titles. Enjoy! Thanks for hosting!

[drarrybingo25]

Hope you’re having fun writing!

And with that we have the official first work of Drarry bingo!

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Question! Can I put several prompts into the same fic, or do they all have to be different fics? Thanks for hosting! <3 xx

Different fics unless it has multiple chapters then you can use a one per chapter.

[drarrybingo25]

Is it one square per fic or can you cross out multiple with the same fic?

It’s one square per fic or artwork!

[drarrybingo25]

hiiiii just some questions: what do the cards mean? are they prompts? what do the roles (writer/reader/etc) mean for the cards? so excited for this fest

The roles are for what you want on your card. Like reader would have different fics for you to read, classic tropes, and ao3 tags. Writer would be like prompts, locations, characters. The cards will vary based on what you select on the form, and if you want to do multiple roles you can!

hope that’s a good enough answer!

[drarrybingo25]

Drarry Bingo 2025 out now!

if you are a writer, an artist, or even a reader and want to participate in 2025 Drarry bingo sign up now!

Drarry Bingo 2025

Drarry Bingo 2025

Form closes July 18th and cards will be distributed as soon as possible.