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Overdue
for @drarrymicrofic prompt: overdue | wordcount 378
Draco realizes he’s late the night before.
It's something in the way Potter braces himself for the winter cold before leaving the pub—he grips the shoulders of his coat and curls forward, as though a strong wind is attempting to blow him over; as though an organ in his chest has just received a sudden yet familiar shock. Potter looks back once, eyes catching Draco’s and holding; catching and holding, then skipping away. A stiff smile rises on Potter’s face as he waves his goodbyes to the rest of the team.
It hits Draco like a bolt of lightning, just how late he is.
He goes home and paces in the dark; he tugs at his hair and bursts into random and unhappy fits of laugher. Come morning, Draco dresses in a rush. He misses a button and forgets to spell away the bags under his eyes.
Potter is in the middle of giving a brief, pointing to things on the whiteboard with a felt-tipped marker. Draco wrenches the door open and stands in its frame like a madman—hair abused into some sort of crazed bird's nest. The room falls silent. Weasley drops his pen in his coffee with an unfortunate plop.
“Draco?” Harry asks, soft.
Merlin, he is so, so late.
Draco rushes forward. Harry’s expression is confused until it isn’t; trapped between exhaustion and something else, like he’s just gotten through running a long, hard race. Draco’s palm lands on Harry’s jaw, his thumb strokes thoughtless circles over Harry’s cheek, pushing up his glasses just a little with each revolution. Someone whistles and Draco doesn’t care. Harry’s hands slowly raise to Draco’s wrists—not grabbing on, or holding; simply touching, resting. Harry looks at Draco like he doesn't quite believe he's real, but, real or not, he's the only thing in the world.
"I'm sorry," Draco says, his voice pained. "I'm sorry I didn't understand."
All of his Aurors hear the tender, tiny whine Harry makes in response. Draco pulls him closer. Draco wraps him tight. “Been waiting,” Harry manages before Draco meets his lips.
The Aurors whoop and holler; their brief in abject shambles.
“I'm here now.” He kisses the vow along Harry’s mouth, warmth spilling between all the places their bodies touch. Harry makes another sound, letting Draco support the weight of it, him, all; again Draco tells him, again and again, “I’m right here, Harry, I'm here."
This is so lovely!!!
The corner is AO3.
part of me can’t imagine draco being all “woe is me potter still hates me boo hoo” post war when the worst thing harry could feel about him is indifference. like harry not caring about his existence at all i think would drive him insane
Taylor Swift not being able to pick her top 5 Taylor Swift songs is relatable to me as someone who also has like a hundred versions of this list in her head depending on mood, what I’m going through, time of day etc.
"they're not gay" I don't know man, I read a masterfully written fanfic on A03 that says otherwise.
Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Your Story but its Teddy, interviewing every single former soldier in both Wizarding wars, especially those who knew his fathers and their friends.
He'd rather die than not tell their stories.
Midnights starting with Taylor being like “all they keep asking me is if I’m gonna be your bride” and pretending to be unconcerned about it and just floating along in a Lavender Haze and then ending it with “AND I WOULDN’T MARRY ME EITHER” (since you’re losing me is the real conclusion) is why Midnights is the most unhinged album
Thhhiiiisss!!!
thing harry canonically remembered about second year: the time he saw draco glance at a necklace in borgin and burkes for a few seconds in a way harry could just tell indicated interest
thing harry canonically forgot about second year: the time ginny got possessed and piloted around by a fragment of voldemort's soul that then tried to drain the life out of her right before harry's eyes
no drarry fic will ever go as hard as canon.
Bahahahahaha.
Drarry Playlist Explained- Part II
Song 2 (this is not in any order, just the order I added them to the playlist, no favorites here!)
Skin and Bones by David Kushner
This song I just really like the vibe of, its giving 6th Year Drarry to me.
Draco is a Death Eater and involved in "evil" things, but Harry still wants him even though everyone he loves would hate it.
From the first verse: "I fantasize to feel you like a bullet, and all your layers to the fullest, But the heavens won't condone it'"
Right before Red (tv) came out, I was inspired to pick a lyric from every song on the original Red and then smash them together into a poem. I have no idea what happened to it, but I loved the final product. Kinda want to do it again. Maybe one for each album.
two whole people liked this post, so here it goes! A poem using lyrics from Taylor Swift's Red (Taylor's Version).
This is the last time I'll ever call you
I've had too much to drink tonight
And I see the permanent damage you did to me
This hole in my heart
Right before Red (tv) came out, I was inspired to pick a lyric from every song on the original Red and then smash them together into a poem. I have no idea what happened to it, but I loved the final product. Kinda want to do it again. Maybe one for each album.
Being in a long-term fandom really makes me wish we had like, Fandom Supreme Courts, just so that every time the same stupid discourse rears its ugly head for the umpteenth time in ten years, we can just be like, “Actually this argument was settled in the 2006 Fandom Supreme Court ruling in the case of AngelPotter vs. Xx_goth1c-r0se_xX, so everbody can shut up about it now.” Imagine the wank reduction.
OMG this would be amazing. So many fan spaces would benefit from this.
Drarry Playlist Explained- Part I
I listen to my Drarry playlist(s) on the regular and often will hear songs on the radio (although I don't usually listen to the radio, so its some other way of hearing new to me music), think of Drarry, then add to one or more of the Drarry playlists.
Soo... in lieu of actually working on my WIPs (sorry), I decide to breakdown each song on my main Drarry playlist!
The first song is Lost & Found by Darren Kiely.
The song starts out so strong with the Drarry vibes, the opening lines are:
"The day I met you/ Your eyes were fierce and green"
So like, obviously the meeting at Madam Malkins' where Draco shows an interest in Harry before even knowing who he is.
Then, the first chorus section:
"Tell me when your halo got so heavy, darlin', why?/ You hang your head when you should be the one to hold it high"
To me this is peak post-war Drarry. Like Harry is "The Saviour" but also racked with guilt and trauma.
The second part of the chorus says:
"And run with me 'til our lungs give out/ It won't always be like it is right now/ We can leave these streets, we can leave this town/ Play hide and seek 'til we're lost and found"
Now these lyrics just automatically SCREAM one of my god-tier fics, Running on Air by Eleventy7. Harry and Draco just driving out of London and roaming the English coast...ultimately finding them.
“No —” gasped Harry.
Slipping and staggering, Harry got to his feet and plunged toward Malfoy, whose face was now shining scarlet, his white hands scrabbling at his blood-soaked chest.
Every time I hear Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis, I think about this.
this was so cool
Still one of my favorite eras tour moments!!!
Ah, Run!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/66927796
Neville and Harry work together to find their soulmates.
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“That’s it,” Neville declared, looking thoughtfully at his palm before turning to Luna and Ginny. “I’m going to try the Slytherin approach.”
Everyone burst into laughter.
“Alright,” Harry said. “I’ll join you.”
They had pretty much already tried everyone in all the other houses, so now it was time to go into enemy territory.
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Dear readers,
Listen to me when I say, do not, I repeat, do not, let Harry Potter or Neville Longbottom near you. They will flutter their eyelashes and try to look cute. Don’t let this fool you. No matter what they look like, these boys are still Gryffindor!