Drarry

@jeanne-nanette . She/her. Hufflepuff. I'm pretty chill come say hi !

[aceveria-art]

i’ve always wanted your attention…

experimenting a little bit with some textures i didn’t even know existed on my drawing program

「 INSTA & KO-FI:  aceveria 」

[zurka]

it’s halfblooded prince but malfoy tells the truth from the very beginning and they solve their problems together

(and some post war stuff)

[mzuul]

“we are graduating members of fuck off we made it”

[argyle-s]

Harry Potter and How the Scene Should Have Gone

[salty-red-mage]

Umbridge: Mr. Potter, do you expect to be attacked in my class?

Harry: Yes.

Umbridge: What?

Harry: Well, I mean, I’m running four for four.

Umbridge: Mr. Potter-

Harry: Quirrel tried to choke me out.

Umbridge: Mr. Potter-

Harry: And Lockhart tried to wipe my memory.

Umbridge: Mr. Potter-

Harry: Of course, Professor Lupin didn’t mean it. He just forgot his potion, but still, totally went werewolf on me.

Umbridge: MR. POTTER-

Harry: And then Moody turned out to be an escaped Death Eater in disguise.

Umbridge: POTTER!

Harry: So, yeah, I figure it’s 100% you’ll attack me in June, 50/50 you’ll try to kill me, with a 25% chance of an Unforgivable curse.

Harry: (Turns to Hermione)

Harry: Did I get the math right?

Hermione: Yes.

[stilesstays]

“maybe i should quit too… make pranks all day” 

“mate, you couldn’t stay away from the aurors for a week” 

[flurgburgler]

I’m rekindling my love for Harry Potter. As much as I’m fond of the movie versions, my childhood idea of the golden trio was due a revamp.

patreon | ko-fi

[drarrysmutt]

Hiii how was your day?

hiii ! well right now I’m having a t e r r i b l e evening man I have some annoying kids over and they won’t shut up while I’m trying to work and they ate everything and UGH they REALLy have to scream Right In Front Of My Door this is obnoxiouswelp I’m probably just being a little bitch anyway cos i started my period and am crumbling under the workload cos french education system man 

sorry i went on a rant lol

[drarrysmutt]

Blaise: You said that if you were ever going to do same sex experimentation, it was going to be with me.

Draco: I never said that to you.

Blaise: It has been implied.

Draco: By you!

[batcii-archive-deactivated20210]

a sketch i did on a break form work that got way away from me: professor r. j. lupin in his office circa 1994  ;-;

[the-yellowsubmarine]

So imagine that one day Harry and Draco are arguing in an abandoned corridor (like they always do) and Draco has Harry shoved up against the wall and they’re breathing heavily and Harry just says offhand, “What are you gonna do, Malfoy? Kiss me?”

And to both their surprise, Malfoy lunges forward and does just that. It’s rough. It’s desperate. But after a moment they stop. And they’re just standing there glaring at each other. Like their both so pissed that they did that.

Harry shoves Malfoy off of him and says, “Always knew you were a poof” and Malfoy snarls back, “Like you weren’t begging for it, Potter.” They walk in opposite directions and don’t talk about it again.

A few days later Malfoy is reading a Potions textbook in the eighth year common room and Harry flops down on the sofa beside him and proceeds to lay his messy, unwashed, fresh-from-Quidditch-practice hair on Malfoy’s lap.

Everyone around them stops what they’re doing to see what will happen. But neither Draco nor Harry make any comment and act like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Harry closes his eyes and acts like he’s gonna fall asleep. And Draco keeps reading his book.

After about five minutes Draco finally snaps, “When was the last time you washed your hair, Potter? I’ll have to throw these trousers out after this.”

And Harry, without opening his eyes, yawns and says, “Anything to get you out of them, Malfoy.”

“Look who’s a poof now.”

“Says the one with a hard on from just my head in his lap.”

“Git.”

“Prat.”

“Fuck off, Potter.”

Then Harry yawns again and Draco turns back to his book.

And then Harry legit falls asleep still with his head in Draco’s lap.

In Charms later that week, Malfoy insists on being Harry’s partner. They fight and say the nastiest things to each other the entire time. After class, they’re still fighting, but holding hands all the way to the Great Hall for lunch. When they part ways, Harry scowls and makes an obscene hand gesture while Malfoy gives him his best derisive sneer.

A few nights later, Harry wakes up to find Malfoy cuddled up to his side, fast asleep.

“Malfoy.”

No response.

“Malfoy.” he whispers a bit louder.

He prods the other boy’s shoulder who then wakes up with a start and immediately looks pissed.

“What.”

“How long have you been here?” Harry can’t help asking.

“Does it matter? Go back to sleep. It’s two in the morning for fucks sake.”

Malfoy lies back down, curling himself around Harry again, and closing his eyes.

Harry rolls his eyes, but then looks down at him for a moment. He can’t see too well in the dark and without his glasses, but Malfoy’s blonde hair and pale skin almost seem to glow. He can just make out the peaceful look on his face and for the first time ever, he sees Malfoy as Draco. An 18-year-old kid.

“Wait.”

Malfoy looks up, thoroughly annoyed. But before he can say anything, Harry catches his lips in a deep kiss. It’s open. It’s hot. It gains speed quickly. But all the while, still soft. And sweeter than Harry would have ever thought anything could be with Draco Malfoy.

Harry pulls away suddenly and lays his head back on his pillow. Slightly breathless and with a small smile on his lips he whispers, “Fuck.”

Malfoy snorts and says, “You wish.”

[strictly-drarry]

This is truly brilliant.

[belleslettres-love]

I want this to have happened.

[synonym-for-life]

YES give me these passive agressive boyfriends who are so damn annoyed over the fact that the like each other 😂

This is SO drarry.

[parseltonquinq]

THIS IS SO GOOD I NEED THIS IN A FIC. 

[aeshsar]

Draco’s attempts at flirting with an oblivious Harry is my favourite trope ever.

[incorrect-harry-potter-quotes]

Ginny: I don’t need everyone’s help!

Harry: Look, Ginny, you’re stubborn. And that’s an adorable quality. You wanna know what’s not an adorable quality?

Ron: Acne.

Harry: Being dead.

Ron: Yep, being dead.

[n0o0o0o0o0oo]

golden.

(fckin cross ‘em and u dead)

[killianart]

Was listening to some silly love songs and had the sudden urge to draw some Wolfstar young and stupidly in love :)

[writing-prompt-s]

On everyone’s 18th birthday they receive a letter from their future selves. Some receive long messages about their future lovers or messages about changes they would have made. Yours contains nothing but a small list of locations and the words, “NEVER VISIT”.

[crazy-fandom]

Long story short: They are restaurants where you would’ve answered the waiter “you too” when they’d asked if you enjoy your meal

[jet-playin]

I realize this was shared because it’s funny, but that prompt really grabbed me, so have some drarry :p

NEVER VISIT

“Harry, it says ‘never visit!’” Hermione scolded, her hands on her hips and challenge shining in her eyes. “If you won’t listen to me, listen to yourself.”

Harry chuckled, tossing another shirt into his trunk. “You expect me to trust a bit of parchment that says it’s from the future?”

“Everyone gets one, Harry,” Ron said, wiping his hands on his trousers and standing from the edge of Harry’s bed, where he watched his friend pack with a slightly horrified expression. “It’s the only one you got, that must mean it’s the real deal.”

He eyed the letter lying on the bedside table, and Harry followed his gaze. “NEVER VISIT” it warned and, under that, a list of locations, followed by dates, was scrawled. There was no denying, it was definitely his handwriting, but Harry didn’t trust it.

“What if they’re the locations of Death Eaters?” he asked. “What if the letter isn’t really from me? What if I’m supposed to be there? What will I miss, if I don’t go?”

“Oh, Harry.” The large, brown eyes staring so vehemently into his softened, watering at the corners. “Is it worth the risk?”

“Yes,” he said, certainty clear in his voice. “The first one is in a week. I’m going.”

“We can’t stop him, ‘Mione.”

“I know,” she sighed, slumping against him when he slipped an arm around her shoulder. “Just be careful, Harry.”

With a grateful smile, Harry threw his arms around his best friends, then turned back to packing. He’d need all the time he could get to find the place, not to mention collecting the right attire. Why the fuck did he go to Alaska?

-

Slouching back against the cushioned booth, Harry sighed. Okay, so he had managed it in just under a week, but now what? He didn’t know what he was looking for, or what time, tomorrow, it would happen. But he was going to be ready.

With a quick glance around, he cast a subtle privacy charm, then pulled out his rucksack to check his supplies. Sirius’ two-way mirror - he’d left its twin with Ron and Hermione; every basic first aid potion he knew of, as well as antidotes to common poisons; and the Invisibility Cloak. He’d had to purchase the potions when he reached the US, as international portkeys prohibited traveling with them.

A tinkling chime sounded, alerting Harry to the arrival of a new customer. He glanced up, disinterested but still following the ingrained instinct, and froze. That couldn’t be a coincidence. A letter telling him not to visit the place where Draco Malfoy was shedding his thick winter coat and kicking snow from sturdy leather boots? No, Malfoy was the reason he was here, he was sure of it.

Hastily replacing his supplies, Harry applied a simple glamour, disguising his features, then removed the privacy charm. When he looked up, the pale blond head was dipping forward as he spoke to the waitress at the counter, ordering his meal. When she walked away, tucking her pencil behind her ear, he slid onto a stool and unwound his scarf, his gaze wandering around the room, warily.

Harry watched, fully aware that he couldn’t stride up to Malfoy in a diner, in Alaska, wearing a glamour, and interrogate him. As a small stack of pancakes was set before him, and he aimed a shy smile at the waitress, Harry decided it would be best to continue doing just that for a few days, before approaching him.

So, when Malfoy finally set down his fork, paid his tab, and rose, Harry was ready. He left the money for his coffee on the table and nipped off to the loo where he wrapped his cloak around his shoulders before ducking out again, just as Malfoy left the diner.

The hunt was on.

-

“Harry? It’s two in the morning, what are you doing?”

Startled, Harry looked up and over to the doorway of his study, the origin of the soft voice. “I’m sorry, I just had to finish this,” he murmured, gesturing to the parchment on his desk.

“Is that the letter?”

“Yeah.”

Before he could anticipate the movement, Draco was across the room and snatching it up. Sleep-softened grey eyes scanned the letter, widening, then narrowing.

“Never visit?” he asked, incredulous. “What the fuck is this, Potter?”

“It’s the letter for-”

“I know what it is.” His eyes flashing dangerously, he tossed the parchment back onto the desk and crossed his arms. “You’re telling yourself not to go to Alaska? Or Rome, or the fucking liquor shop in Manchester!”

“Draco, it’s-”

“It’s what, Potter? Are you trying to tell me something?”

“What?”

“If you want to break up, you could just fucking say it. There’s no need to erase history.”

The blood froze in Harry’s veins until he felt as cold as the look Draco was giving him. “That’s- No, Draco!” Quickly, he rose to his feet, grasping at narrow shoulders to keep Draco in place when he would have stormed off. “You don’t understand. This is the only way to ensure I do go to Alaska, and all those other places!”

“What?” Draco spat. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever-”

“That letter is the only reason I went, in the first place,” Harry explained. “Would you trust a letter claiming it was from your future self?”

He frowned. “Yes. Everyone gets one.”

“Well, I didn’t. I couldn’t, not after the diary and Riddle. There are too many ways magic can fuck with people. I have to write it this way because, if I don’t, I still won’t trust it and I won’t go.”

“You could just not mention it, at all,” Draco reasoned, but his eyes were softening, his expression dimmed to confused annoyance.

Taking a chance, Harry stepped closer, slipping one hand around the back of Draco’s neck and moving the other to his waist. “I still wouldn’t go. I wouldn’t have any reason to. I was about to start Auror training, before that letter came.”

“Oh.” Sighing, Draco rested his forehead against Harry’s, leaning into him, at last. “And you’re sure it will work?”

“Absolutely. Trust me.”

“I do.” A smile finally curled his lips, untying the slippery knot his reaction had tangled in Harry’s stomach, and he angled his chin up to offer those lips in a kiss. “All right, Potter, come to bed,” he ordered with a light slap to Harry’s chest. “If I wake up in a different timeline, I’ll hunt you down, do you hear me?”

“You’d better,” Harry laughed, following him to their bedroom. “I don’t want to live my life without you.”

Draco stilled, the duvet in his hand as he moved to climb into their bed. His cheeks flushed, but his eyes locked with Harry’s for a long moment before he seemed to shake himself.

“You’re a sop, Potter,” he sneered, but he rolled over, the instant they were covered, wrapped an arm around Harry’s waist and laid his head on his chest. “I love you, too.”

[banana-ge-ge]

Suddenly feel like want to draw some fluff and soft girls 

[upthehillart]

Albus and Scorpius–a friendship that transcends time (and the definition of “best friend” ^^)