ShipWhore

Mainly a Drarry blog, some other ships mixed in (Pansmione, Perciver, Wolfstar etc.)

[danasauurr]

From : Horcruxes and their Side Effects by @azkaabanter

[simrell]

the malfoy-potter wedding ft two very happy crying wizards

one of my patrons asked to see more drarry, and of course i’ll never get tired of drarry so this was an easy prompt to fill hehe! go support me on patreon if you want to give me art prompts and see all my work early too

i also sent this out as a holographic print to patrons too!

[rose-grangerweasleyisbae]

Tf guys

You know what I don’t get? The fact that in fanon, it’s always Harry who makes a mess and Draco who’s the clean one. I mean think about it, Harry grew up needing to tidy every fucking thing in the house. He’d probably have a panic attack when the sink is filled with to-be-washed dishes or when there are dirty socks everywhere. 

Because what if uncle Vernon sees that? I bet Harry might not even allow himself to eat if he accidentally breaks a cup. After all that was the way things went for the first 10 years of his life. 

And then you have Draco, who might look immactulate, but who also grew up in a manor full of house elves. He’s probably the worst, most messy roommate you can get, because he’s a Malfoy. Malfoy’s don’t clean anything, they have staff for that. 

He’d just leave cups and socks (the Malfoy’s would have human staff for laundry. I mean Narcissa/Lucius washing their own dirty underwear? I think not) and towels everywhere, and expects them to be cleaned up by someone else. 

Idk, just something to think about

[scarletwitch]

Come on, Draco. Don’t be a prat. Do it.

[incorrect-drarry]

draco: Hold the fuck up.

harry: Excuse me?

draco: I said, hold the fuck up.

draco: I’m the fuck up. Hold me.

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The Yule Ball - Part One (Drarry)

The Yule Ball - Advice “Pansy, you have to help me!” Draco’s voice was muffled, as he had cast his forearm over his face in an overly dramatic gesture of hopelessness. The Slytherin common room was entirely empty apart from the pair of fourth years. They were sat on a comfy seat in front of one of the windows looking out into the lake and, as usual, Draco had his head in Pansy’s lap. “I’ve been trying to help you all year, Draco, you just haven’t listened to anything I’ve said,” she snapped at him, but not without a certain degree of affection. “Anyway, it’s hardly my fault that Potter thinks you’re an insufferable pratt! After everything you’ve done to him over the years, what could you possibly expect from him?” Draco sighed, she had a good point. He hated it when that happened. She had given him a good many similar lectures over the last few months and he had to admit that she did have a point - that didn’t mean he had to say it out loud though. He groaned and moved his arm so it lay across his stomach. “Well, he could at least notice that I’ve been trying to be nicer lately. He barely pays any attention at all anymore. It’s like he doesn’t even know I’m there.” He was well aware that whining was an extremely unattractive thing to do, Pansy made sure of that, but he honestly couldn’t care less at this moment in time. He continued in a similar manner for about five more minutes before Pansy reached her limit and tried to put a stop to it. “If you want anyone to want you, least of all Potter, you need to quit your bloody whining, Draco,” she told him firmly. She had absolutely no patience with his increasingly frequent pity parties lately. Draco suddenly sat bolt upright in indignation. “You do not get to complain about this, Parkinson, you’re the one who got me into this mess! I would have been absolutely fine tricking myself into believing I hated Potter for the next three years if you hadn’t pointed out to me that I do not, in fact, hate Harry Potter!” he ranted at her. He was so hilariously affronted by her complaints that Pansy had to laugh at him, Draco, unfortunately, did not find it anywhere near as amusing as she did. “This isn’t a joke, Pansy, I’m having an emotional crisis!” He seemed genuinely hurt so, with a great effort, she stopped laughing. He didn’t lie back down again, instead leaning against the opposite arm of if the sofa, only looking slightly appeased. Pansy rolled her eyes at him. “I don’t suppose it’s occurred to you that you could just ask Golden Boy to go out with you?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Draco snorted in derision. “I’m serious, Draco. The Yule Ball is in a week, you could ask Potter.” Draco was silent for a moment, a look of thoughtfulness on his face. “You think he’d say yes? If I asked him I mean” Pansy looked at him doubtfully for a moment. Looking back, Pansy’s doubt was probably what made him decide that it was a good idea.

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#Rebrand

So because this is my primary blog and the way I had it before was kind of awful and I hated it, I've decided to change it up a bit. I'm going to make this a Drarry blog now. I have kept quite a bit of writing on here (and I will hopefully be posting more like it in the future) but I just thought I should let you guys know.

This has been a lil PSA I guess

[kurokoros]

You know, this is why content creators end up abandoning their works, right?

80 likes compared to 10 reblogs means that only 12% of people decided that what you did is worth showing other people.

If you like the thing, reblog it. You don’t even have to add tags, just spread it so that a) other people can see it, and b) the creator gets recognition for what they did.

Obviously, those numbers are never going to match, but the divide should not be that huge.

It’s even more important right now, because tumblr is garbage and they’ve stopped allowing anything with an outside link from appearing in tags. Writers/artists cannot tag things to their twitter/store/writing website. That can cause a significant drop in views, especially for newer creators.

Like… we aren’t asking for much. A few reblogs. Reviews/comments. No creator should have to beg for that much.

[kayjaykayme]

Support artists and writers and reblog!

[finjadraws]

please reblog :) I also love reading your tags

[drarryrelated]

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter) They were completely oblivious to each other’s feelings.

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Pansmione (Pansy x Hermione) What they had was beautiful.

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The Battle is Won (Drarry)

Draco went looking for Harry after the death of the Dark Lord, of course he did. How could he not? The boy saved his life - he suspected more than once - during the battle. His mother had tried to make him leave earlier but he had refused adamantly, and surprisingly she had understood. He was still in shock as he searched. He strode purposefully down each corridor, checking behind each door he walked past, searching the castle systematically from top to bottom. He finally slowed to a stop on the third floor as his eyes fell upon the figure slumped against the wall next to the burnt out doorway of the Room of Requirement. Somehow he had managed to lay hands on a bottle of firewhiskey - several bottles actually, two were already discarded, empty by his feet. Draco watched silently as the Boy Who Lived took timed, mechanical gulps of firewhiskey, staring blankly at the wall opposite with empty eyes. He should be celebrating, he thought. But he clearly wasn’t. Wordlessly, he sat on the floor next to Harry, close enough for it to be seen as a comforting gesture, but not so close that it could be considered uncomfortable or intrusive. They sat like that for a while, Draco disconcerted by the fact that Harry hadn’t acknowledged him at all and feeling the oppressive silence as if it weighed on his heart somehow. He was surprised at the sadness he felt for the broken boy sat next to him, he had never once thought that he would one day mourn for Harry Potter. His sadness slowly simmered into anger, raging fury at the unfairness of it all. Harry had never asked for this fate, yet he had been living his life since eleven years old, knowing that one day he would have to kill or be killed. It was sick. He glanced at the boy next to him, feeling unexpected, overwhelming compassion for him. He finally broke the silence. “Things will get right again, you know? It won’t happen right away, it’ll take work, but things will get better. You’ll be okay, Harry.” That was the first time Draco had ever called Harry by his first name out loud, if Harry was surprised he didn’t show it. He didn’t respond for a while - Draco didn’t think he was going to at all - when he did, his voice came out harsh and cracked, and so low that Draco wasn’t entirely sure that he didn’t imagine it. He didn’t take his eyes off the wall. “It doesn’t feel like it now.” Draco looked up at him quickly as Harry clarified. “It doesn’t feel like I’m going to be okay, it doesn’t feel like we’ll ever be able to move past this.” He threw back his head suddenly and gulped down the remains of the bottle before setting it down violently. Draco was sure he felt his heart shatter at the completely hopelessness in that short statement. He doesn’t understand why he did it exactly, but he shuffled closer to Harry and tentatively put his arms around the boy. Harry let him. “We will, you will.” Draco murmured softly, not caring in the least how sappy it sounded. Suddenly, a broken sob pushed past Harry’s lips and he buried his face in Draco’s shoulder and began to cry bitterly. And so Draco cradled the Boy Who Lived in his arms, rocking him with surprising tenderness as he cried for the first time in who knows how long.

[drarryrelated]

Pansmione (Pansy x Hermione) She never expected to fall in love with such a work of art.

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Unintentional Date

After the war Draco became wrapped up in sadness and refused to move on, he got a job (just doing paperwork for the auror’s department), he moved out of his parent’s manor, he settled into a monotonous routine, but he still carried the weight of his past with him. Until one day things changed. He was just finishing up a report before he went for a late lunch break, when Saint Potter himself came up to his desk. “Doing anything important, Malfoy?” he asked in a cheerful tone that immediately made Draco suspicious. “No, Potter, I’m doing all this paperwork for fun. This is my idea of a good time.” he replied sarcastically. Potter glanced at the paper and Draco became instantly annoyed, what was he doing? Checking up on him? “Merlin, Malfoy, that’s not due for weeks! Leave it and join me for lunch.” Potter seemed genuine, but Draco wasn’t fooled. “Sorry for having a decent work ethic, not that you’d understand a thing like that, Potter.” Potter seemed unperturbed by the jibe and merely shrugged, running a hand through his messy hair. Draco glared at him. Couldn’t he sort his hair out properly? Just once? “So, will you join me for lunch or not?” Potter asked again, his tone casual. Draco was taken aback, he hadn’t thought he was serious about that part. After a short pause, he managed to collect himself enough to provide a coherent response. “It’s not even your lunch break, Potter.” he attempted to snap, but it didn’t come out quite the way he intended. Potter nodded with an irritating grin, Draco felt his heart flutter - with annoyance, of course. “True enough,” Potter agreed, “but I guess that’s one of the perks of being head auror: you get to go for lunch whenever you want.” he winked after he’d said it, and Draco felt extremely uncomfortable. Had Potter lost the plot? Why else would he be here inviting his worst enemy to lunch, smiling and winking at him? It was absurd. Before Draco knew what was happening, he was agreeing to go to lunch with Potter. The beaming smile on Potter’s face only disorientated him further, and he suddenly found himself unable to form coherent thoughts, he wasn’t even slightly alarmed when Potter grabbed his arm and apparated out of the Ministry. He looked around and found himself in an alleyway, he felt panic tighten his chest. Potter laughed at his face and explained. “Don’t worry, Malfoy, I’m not planning to murder you. I couldn’t exactly apparate us straight into a muggle establishment, could I? The place we’re going to is just around the corner.” Draco almost laughed. Almost. He was still a little apprehensive, and wouldn’t calm down until they reached their destination. It was a nice little cafe, about half full, complete with minimalistic wooden furniture. He noticed Potter watching him as he took it all in, he cleared his throat awkwardly. “It’s nice.” he informed Potter politely, moving towards the counter to study the menus. “Get whatever you want,” Potter told him, “my treat.” He didn’t look like he would take no for an answer so Draco simply nodded and tried to find something that was fairly cheap, he might dislike Potter, but he wasn’t going to spend all of his money if he could help it. He saw a lot of bizarre looking drink names and frowned slightly, better stick with an ordinary hot chocolate, at least then he would know what he was getting. “What about food, Malfoy? It is a lunch break after all.” Potter smirked, Draco felt a little defensive. “I don’t know, whatever you recommend.” he mumbled, a feeling of relief washing over him when Potter told him to go sit at a table. When Potter brought the drinks and a much larger selection of food than was necessary, Draco decided to be direct. “So, what exactly is the point of all this? What are we doing here Potter?” he couldn’t imagine any reasonable answer that Potter could possibly give to that. “Well, it was supposed to be a date but you can call it what you want, Malfoy.” Draco felt his heart race and he began to splutter rather unattractively. Potter, the insufferable pratt, was grinning like a bloody Cheshire cat. “I guess we can call it what it is then, Potter.” The pratt looked surprised for a moment, then his face split into a dazzling smile. And that was the beginning of something beautiful.

[drarryrelated]

Tattoos (Drarry)

After the war, Harry decides that he needs a change of image and looks into getting a tattoo. He asks Draco to design it for him, determined that his tattoo should be a special one. Draco spends a week holed up in his art studio testing ideas and trying to settle on the perfect design. It should have meaning, it should be unique, it had to be perfect. Eventually, he settles on what he believes is finally the perfect design: two dragons - one green, one red - coiled around one another, their necks intertwined, their tails twisted together, fitting together like two pieces of a puzzle. Harry loves it. He gets several more tattoos over the years, most designed by Draco but some not (for example the constellation of draco that is positioned over his heart). Draco gets one tattoo, and one tattoo only: a magical silver stag that moves around his body, it’s favourite places are his collarbone and over his dark mark.

[drarryrelated]

Drarry (Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter) They were each other's worst nightmare

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Nails (Pansmione)

Pansy brings out Hermione’s girly side and the pair frequently get their nails done in muggle London. Pansy usually gets completely false nails in darker colours like crimson red and black, or the classic slytherin green. Hermione on the other hand, likes to stay as natural as possible, keeping her nails short and neat and taking refuge in french manicures and soft pinks. She occasionally opts for pastel colours and very rarely goes for anything bolder.

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The Tattoo (Pansmione)

Hermione was stumped as to what to do for their one year anniversary, as a rule she isn’t known for romantic gestures and fancy plans but she wanted this anniversary to be special. She was determined not to research it like she normally would, this gesture had to come from her and her alone, it had to come from the heart. So how could she show Pansy that she loved her more than anything and that she was entirely hers, would never be anyone else’s? She finds herself walking the streets of London searching for inspiration and finds herself outside a muggle tattoo parlour. On a completely impulsive, spur-of-the-moment whim she walks in, she hasn’t planned it, she hasn’t done research or anything remotely logical, she simply walks in and asks for a tattoo. That was how she came to have a tasteful floral tattoo on her collarbone, a small chain of pansies to show her feelings for the girl she was sure she would spend the rest of her life with. Pansy is genuinely moved and secretly rather impressed by Hermione’s passionate, impulsive gesture. It was unique and special - just like the girl herself.