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[britomarttis-deactivated2020052]

ready for the fall

(inspired by the lovely drarrycontrary‘s wonderful headcanon about kisscams in quidditch!)

“What,” said Draco flatly, “in Merlin’s name is that?”

Harry, Ron, and Hermione all turned in the direction he pointed and their gaze landed on a brown ball hovering near their section in the stands. It was smaller than a quaffle but bigger than a snitch and had a thumb-sized lens attached to its body.

“Oh, that’s the kisscam,” Hermione explained. “It was originally a Muggle baseball thing but the Department of Magical Games and Sports recently started implementing it in Quidditch games.”

“That still doesn’t answer my question, Granger,” Draco deadpanned. As Hermione rolled her eyes and began to explain, he turned to Harry and winked.

Harry grinned back at him. When he reached out to Draco after the war he never expected their friendship to grow to the point where he would feel comfortable enough to invite the other wizard to Quidditch matches with his friends, let alone like him as much as he did now.

Maybe too much.

Harry gulped and looked away as his cheeks grew warm. Somewhere between shaking Draco’s hand all those months ago in the middle of Hogwarts’ ruins, going out for drinks at the Leaky, and occasionally flying together, his feelings for Draco evolved from the same kind of fondness he felt for all his friends into something similar to the feelings he once had for Cho and Ginny.

Only, this was much stronger than a crush because instead of just wanting to snog and fuck Draco into the mattress, Harry found himself having regular fantasies of waking up in the other man’s arms in the morning, holding his hand in public, and, perhaps most tellingly, bringing him to the Weasleys’ weekly Sunday dinners. He definitely wanted Draco, and not as a short-term fuck buddy to get out of his system.

“–And the camera won’t stop filming you until you and the other person kiss,” said Hermione, her voice jarring Harry out of his thoughts.

Draco stared at her like he wasn’t sure she had gone mad or not. “You’re having me on, that sounds like torture,” he said.

Ron grinned and shook his head. “Just wait till half time, Malfoy.”

Another thing Harry hadn’t expected after striking up a tentative friendship with Draco was how well he would end up getting along with his friends. It was still far from perfect but Ron and Draco seemed to have gotten over the worst of their animosity towards each other, which Harry frankly considered to be a miracle. To everyone’s shock, Hermione and Draco got along swimmingly once they both discovered their shared passion for academia.

“Oi, Potter, did you and Weasley ever get caught on this so-called kisscam?” asked Draco, laughing when Ron reached around Hermione to sock him in the arm.

Harry snorted and did the same from Draco’s other side. “What, jealous?” 

Draco smirked, “Please, I can do so much better than either of you.”

And that was the problem, wasn’t it?

Although Harry knew Draco no longer held the outdated belief that pure-bloods were superior to everyone, he was also aware that Lucius Malfoy hadn’t completely turned his back on his old ways and was dead set on marrying Draco off to a pure-blood witch before his son turned twenty. While Harry usually didn’t give a shit about what Malfoy Senior wanted, Draco, worryingly, didn’t seem too bothered by it whenever the topic came up. He usually just gave a ‘what can you do?’ shrug in response, although Harry had noticed his shoulders tensing once or twice. 

Still, it was the fact that Draco never explicitly stated he didn’t want to marry a pure-blood that told Harry he had a snowball’s chance in hell against Draco’s future wife. Then there was the fact that he didn’t know if Draco was even anything other than straight.

“Look, it’s starting!” said Hermione, pointing to the centre of the pitch, where the magical equivalent of a Jumbotron appeared.

The crowd cheered even louder for the kisscam than they had during the first half of the game. Even Draco wolf whistled when the kisscam found its first pair of victims: a teenage couple clearly on their first date. The two witches blushed, but, after some encouragement from their neighbours, leaned towards each other in a quick chaste kiss. The crowd burst into applause and Harry caught both of them smiling shyly at each other before the kisscam moved on to its next targets.

The pattern continued for the next few minutes; the kisscam was indiscriminate in choosing its victims, who ranged from couples to siblings and even complete strangers, much to the audience’s amusement. Eventually, the kisscam stopped in front of where the four of them were sitting. Harry was already turning to Ron and Hermione with a wide, gleeful grin when the screen flickered to life and Harry and Draco’s faces appeared instead.

Harry froze as the crowd roared ecstatically.

“Pucker up, you gits!” shouted Ron, sounding nothing at all like the bloke whose face had turned even redder than his hair when Harry came out as bi. Even Hermione, who Harry could usually count on to have his back, was grinning at him in delight.

Draco rolled his eyes but otherwise didn’t seem phased by the kisscam. He winked at it and the crowd cheered in delight. “Well, Potter?” said Draco, turning to him with a small crooked smile that never failed to make Harry’s heart beat just a little faster. “Shall we give them a show?”

Harry shook his head and turned away, hunching his shoulders in an attempt to hide his face from the kisscam and Draco. In his head, an ugly voice that sounded disturbingly like Uncle Vernon didn’t hesitate to remind him that Draco didn’t actually want to kiss him, that Draco would never see him as anything more than a friend.

“Harry?” Draco gently steered Harry around to face him. His cloud grey eyes shone with worry and there was no trace of his previous amusement. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” Harry said too quickly. “Don’t worry about it, let’s just get this over with.” He squared his shoulders and leaned in determinedly but Draco stopped him with a firm hand on his chest.

“It’s clearly not nothing,” said Draco. “If you were anyone else, I’d think you were homophobic but I know for a bloody fact that you’re not, so it has to be something else.”

Harry bit his bottom lip. He supposed he could lie, but Draco would see through it right away. 

He sighed, defeated. “I don’t–the problem isn’t that I don’t want to kiss you, it’s that I want to. Badly.”

Draco blinked in surprise. “What–” He cut himself off as the clogs and gears in his mind whirled frantically. Harry could see the exact moment he figured it out when a soft rose blush peppered his pale cheeks and his eyes widened. “You–really?”

Harry nodded miserably. “Yeah, but it’s not a big deal. Come on, let’s just–” His words trailed off when Draco gently cupped his cheek with both hands and kissed him.

For a brief second, Harry completely forgot that they were being watched by hundreds of thousands of eyes. All he could focus on was Draco’s soft lips pressing insistently against his, his warm hands gently holding Harry in place, and his scent–lemongrass and apples–surrounding him and making him think, ‘home.’ It was nothing like his fantasies–it was a thousand times better. 

The spell was broken almost as soon as it had been cast as Harry registered the deafening roar of the stadium. He instantly pulled back, his heart pounding hysterically against his rib cage, and Draco did the same, although he kept one hand on top of Harry’s. The way he was watching Harry reminded him of the way Ron and Hermione looked at each other: like the rest of the world didn’t matter because they were all the other needed.

Once the kisscam moved on, Draco leaned over and his beautiful soft lips brushed against Harry’s ear. “What if I told you I’ve been wanting to do that for ages?”

If it weren’t for the shock on Hermione and Ron’s faces, Harry would have been convinced that the last few minutes had been a hallucination conjured up by his undoubtedly desperate mind. But no, Draco really had kissed him and he was still holding Harry’s hand like he never wanted to let go.

Harry replied, “First, I’d ask why it took you so bloody long to do it. Next, I’d suggest trying it again. Like, right now.”

And they did.

[aweephoenix-deactivated20151226]

You tell me you are writing a drabble. YOU DO NOT TELL ME YOU ARE WRITING A TOOTH ACHINGLY ADORABLE DRABBLE OHMYGOSHHHHHHHHH. LOOK AT HOW CUTE THIS FIC IS GUYS LOOK AT THIS KISS CAM QUAFFLE THING WHATEVER LOOK AT THESE CUTE DUMB NERDS

[starcrossedmelons-deactivated20]

Draco: I don’t even talk about Potter that much like there’s obviously no way I fancy him

The rest of Slytherin:  ʷʰʸ ᵗʰᵉ fucᵏ ʸºᵘ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ʷʰʸ ʸºᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ, ᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐᵐ ºʰ ᵐʸ ᵍºᵈ ˢᵗºp fucᵏ'ⁿ ˡʸʸʸ'ⁿ

[siriusorionblack-lupin-deactiva]

Amortentia (Drarry)

I had an idea, please read this lol 

Hermione poured the thick wax into 6 glass jars. She had been working on Amortentia candles to give to her friends over the holidays, and finally perfected the recipe. “There!” she said triumphantly. “They are finally done.” she added, proudly placing lids on every jar. She sat them down in front of her rather bored friends, and kept one for her self. “Now where did Draco and Seamus get off too?” she asked Dean, who was letting Pansy paint his toenails purple. “I dunno. Probably off helping shay pick out flowers or some shit.” he said, referring to how frantic Seamus had been the past few weeks, stressing about their upcoming wedding. Yet though he griped, they knew he loved it. 

Hermione looked at Harry who merely shrugged, as he was laying across pansy’s lap. “Ron?” Hermione asked, sighing. “In the kitchen.” he replied shortly. Hermione rolled her eyes. “Accio Draco Malfoy” she said and suddenly, Draco appeared before her looking flustered, “What the bloody-” he said, quickly silenced by Hermione as she accio’d Seamus. “The hell?” Seamus asked Dean, who only smiled at him, and made room for his fiancé to sit. Harry, who had been up all night from an aurror mission, motioned for Draco to sit beside him, then moved from Pansy, and laid in Draco’s lap. Draco absent mindedly played with Harry’s hair as Hermione began to speak.

“Ok, I’ve made an Amortentia candle for each of you. I decided it would be a present no one would be dissatisfied with, so here you go.” She said motioning for them to open them. “What’s Amortentia anyways?” Harry said with a yawn. Pansy rolled her eyes at the same time as Hermione. “Did you never pay attention in potions?” she asked. “No” Harry said simply, causing Draco to grin. Pansy sighed. “It smells good.” she said, thrusting a candle at him with a sarcastic smile. Harry stuck up his middle finger.

Draco opened his candle and took a good whiff at the familiar scent. As a potions master, he had to make this potion practically every test, so he was quite used to the smell. Clean cotton, sugar , and Harry Potter’s cologne. The usual.

Harry sat up to spell his, and moved to sit in Draco’s lap. He sniffed the candle before a look of confusion crossed his face. He sniffed it again. “Huh.” he said quietly. “What?” Draco said, putting his arms around Harry. Harry shrugged. “It’s weird this potion smells like you. But maybe thats why she wanted to make it into a candle, you do always smell nice.” Harry said oblivious to the blush on draco’s face. “Me?” Draco asked. Harry nodded. “Mint, vanilla, and expensive cologne. You have a very strong smell.” Harry said smiling. Draco just stared at him. Much to his dismay Pansy had heard Harry and started giggling wildly. 

Draco and Harry, who let’s face already act like a couple, turned to her. Draco looked positively red, while Harry just looked confused as to why she was laughed. “Harry. Babe. Amortentia is a love potion.”

“A what?” Harry asked, turning pink. Pansy laughed. “It makes you smell your deepest desires.”

Harry tensed in Draco’s lap. Pansy got up to tell Hermione what had just happened. “If it makes you feel any better,” Draco said. “Mine smells like you as well.” Harry smiled to himself, feeling stupidly in love, and well.. just plain stupid. 

[imthekingofhell]

A Case of Amortentia - Drarry

I got this idea from a prompt/headcanon but i can’t remember what it exactly was but yeah, this happened. I’m actually really happy with the result.

“Why the hell does it reek of Potter’s cologne in here, it smells awful.” Draco Malfoy complained loudly as he entered Potions late.

Both Slytherins and Gryffindors fell completely silent, and for some reason his godfather, Professor Snape, looked vaguely embarrassed. Draco raised his eyebrows and looked around the room. His gaze landed on the Golden Trio. Granger looked as though her eyes could pop out of their sockets any moment, the Weasel looked slightly green and Potter looked completely dumbfounded.

“What?” Draco asked with a challenging tone, not understanding why everyone was looking at him as if he’d spontaneously grown another head. Surely he wasn’t the only one smelling that stench of cinnamon with a hint of caramel, and okay, so what if Potter’s cologne actually smelled good? It’s not like he’d admit that out loud.

Then, Draco turned to look at his friends. Pansy looked utterly horrified, Greg and Vince looked mildly surprised and Blaise, the git, looked smug.

“Draco, so nice of you to finally join us.” Snape said. It sounded very much forced, even more so than usual, although Draco doubted anyone had picked up on that. “Miss Granger, would you care to enlighten Mr Malfoy as to what exactly we are brewing today?”

Granger looked downright shocked when Snape willingly called on her. She cleared her throat and straightened herself out before answering. “We’re brewing Amortentia, Professor. The most powerful love potion known to man.”

Draco felt what little colour his face had drain away as his heart dropped. No.

“And what can you tell us about the scent of it?” Draco spotted a wicked glint in Snape’s black eyes. “Mr. Potter? Surely you’d remember, as I told you five minutes ago.”

Potter’s face slowly turned red. “It uh- it reminds a person of the things or people they find most attractive, even when they don’t realize that’s what … or, who … they’re attracted to.”

“Correct.” Snape said, and after a moment of hesitation he reluctantly added, “Five points to Gryffindor.”

Both the houses started murmuring in disbelief, and even Draco himself had trouble believing that Snape just gave the Gryffindor House points. This had to be the first time it happened in … well, ever.

“Wait, does this mean Malfoy’s in love with Harry?” Seamus Finnigan asked rather obnoxiously. Draco felt heat crawling up his neck. He quickly narrowed his eyes at the Irish boy in an attempt to shut him up and drive the idea out of his mind. But things like that never really worked on him.

“Malfoy’s gay!” Dean Thomas exclaimed, a slight gleam of joy in his eyes. “Shay, we’re not the only ones.”

The last thing Draco needed right now was a pair of obnoxious Gryffindorks welcoming him into some sort of gay club, so he did the most reasonable thing he could think of in that moment.

He turned and ran.

-

Draco Malfoy was alone, sitting on the floor of the Astronomy Tower, viciously glaring at the view of the lake. He felt awfully embarrassed about the Potions fiasco, and really wished he’d kept his mouth shut. What’d compelled him to say those words walking into a Potions classroom late, for Merlin’s sake. It was Potions; the smell had obviously come from what they were brewing, and not from Potter. He silently cursed himself. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He should’ve known.

Draco had the urge to slap himself. He’d completely ruined his image. People would never take him serious again. The rumour he was attracted to blokes, more specifically, Potter, had probably already spread itself through the school, if not further. Yes, his father would definitely hear about this, but not in the way Draco used to flaunt it around in his previous years. Lucius would be livid. His only heir, in love with The Boy Who Lived.

Draco laughed in spite of himself. Once again, Potter had managed to mess with his life, and this time it wasn’t even actually his fault. He could already see the Daily Prophet headlines: ‘Malfoy Heir smells The Chosen One in Amortentia’. Well, it wasn’t a lie, but he’d rather it be something personal instead of a publicly known fact. And he wasn’t exactly what you’d call ‘on good terms’ with Potter, so now his already low chances were about as low as they could possibly get. Wonderful.

“Everyone’s fine with it, you know.” A voice, Potter’s voice, suddenly rang out from behind him. Draco jumped. He’d been too caught up in his own misery to notice anyone sneaking in. Or notice that the sun had begun to set, for that matter. Merlin knows how long Potter had been standing there. And why the bloody hell wasn’t he yelling at him? Surely Potter would at least be uncomfortable with the idea he had his rival of 5 years lusting after him. Apparently not, seeing as he, not so graciously, went to sit next to Draco. They both looked at the lake for a while, completely silent, before Potter added to his previous statement, “Although I imagined a declaration of love from you would be slightly more classy.”

Draco’s head snapped to the side to look at Potter, who hadn’t moved his eyes from the view. Was he hearing this correctly? He had to make sure. “Potter, did you just say you imagined me declaring my love to you?”

Draco swore he saw Potter blush when the Gryffindor looked down at his lap, smiling slightly. Then he looked back to the lake. “You know what I smelled in the Amortentia?”

Draco’s mouth went dry. This would be the moment when Potter tells him he doesn’t feel the same and that he should bugger off, he was sure.

“Treacle tart, a broomstick handle … and you.” Potter turned his face to look at him with those last words. Draco froze out of shock, his mind already trying to find ways to wrap itself around as to what exactly just happened and why. There’s no way Potter actually meant that. He was messing with his head; it was the only logical explanation.

“Potter, I know you hate me but believe it or not, I have feelings, and it’s pretty sodding low of you to play with them like that.” Draco spat venomously, immediately becoming defensive. Potter liking him back sounded too good to be true, and in Draco’s experience, when that was the case, it often was.

Potter looked at him confused, even slightly hurt. “I’m not- What are you talking about?”

“Yeah, I know what you’re up to. It’s probably Weasel’s idea of a joke. Wouldn’t surprise me with those twingers for brothers. In fact, I - mmphh.” Draco was cut off mid-rant by a hand gently turning his head to the right and a set of lips being pressed to his own. Draco’s eyes flew wide open, only to confirm that it was indeed Potter who was kissing him. And then Potter started moving his lips and Draco was gone.

The amount of emotion put into that one kiss was overwhelming, and there was really no way Potter was this good of an actor. Draco finally closed his eyes as well and kissed back. His heart was racing, and his mind couldn’t completely keep up.

“I …” Draco started when they finally broke their kiss, but Potter - no, Harry, actually - was already speaking.

“Draco, I’m not joking. I promise.” The look in Harry’s eyes was sincere, and it left Draco speechless.

“You … I- You’re- You’re not …” Draco struggled to get out, his mind still working to catch up with him.

Harry softly laughed. “Glad you realized that.”

This had to be a dream. Why? Because not only had Harry kissed him, he’d declared his love right back. And good things like that just didn’t happen to Draco in real life. Then again, it had felt real. There was only one way to find out.

Draco grabbed the front of Harry’s robes and pulled him in for another kiss. This one, unlike the first, was heated and frantic. Oh yeah, definitely real.

Suddenly, Harry’s hands were pushing him down as the Gryffindor crawled on top of him. Draco’s back hit the floor slightly harder than was comfortable, but honestly, Draco didn’t care. Not when he had Harry Potter nipping at his bottom lip in the hope he got the hint to open his mouth for a snog. Draco, of course, denied Harry this pleasure. As a result, Harry moved on to the pale skin of Draco’s neck.

Draco was rather inexperienced when it came to things like this, he had to admit. Kissing? Sure, he’d been kissed by both girls and boys. But only ever on the mouth and never anywhere else. Neck was new territory to him, and he honest to Merlin did not expect the extreme sensitivity of the skin there.

Draco’s mouth fell open as Harry slightly sucked a bit of skin between his teeth. He unintentionally made a high-pitched noise in the back of his throat. Why on Earth was he only finding out about this now?

Harry moved onto a patch of skin near his collarbone, revealing a blotchy, red mark, and did the same thing as before. Draco’s fingers tangled themselves in the unruly mess that was Harry’s hair.

“Harry.” He whispered desperately, causing the Gryffindor to look up, a devious grin on his face. “Harry, kiss me, please.”

He didn’t have to be told twice. Harry swiftly reconnected their lips, and this time Draco did part his lips for a snog. In fact, he was the one to initiate it. Harry was, very obviously, pleasantly surprised.

“Hey Draco?” Harry asked breathlessly when he finally pulled away.

“Yeah?” Draco’s heart was racing. Part of his mind was still convinced that, any minute now, he would wake up in his bed and discover this all had been a dream. Oh, how unbelievably furious he’d be if that was the case. However, most of his mind told him that this was, in fact, real.

“We should head down to dinner.” Harry suggested.

Draco frowned. “Do we really have to?”

“Yes, I’m hungry. Now get up.” Harry stood up and then helped him to his feet as well. Draco straightened out his robes, before doing the same for Harry. He softly pressed his lips to Harry’s once more before taking his hand and walking downstairs to the Great Hall. Draco pulled Harry back before he could open the doors separating them from the rest of the students.

“Harry, wait.” Harry turned to look at Draco, slightly concerned.

“What? What’s wrong?”

Draco gave him an insecure look. “What if people make fun of us?”

Harry sighed and looked Draco in the eyes. “They won’t. They accepted Dean and Seamus, remember? Why would they treat us any different?”

“Well, for one, I’ve insulted you and your friends more times than you and I can respectively count. Two, you in return have also explicitly expressed your hatred towards me more than just a few times. Three, the Weasel and Granger. No doubt they’d despise the idea of you hanging around me at all.” He ranted, but Harry only grinned.

“Draco, it was actually Ron who convinced me to, and I quote, ‘go get the little Snake that you’ve been obsessing over since First Year, because I’m sick and tired of you looking like a lovesick puppy.’ Hermione, apparently, agreed.” Harry explained. Draco’s mouth fell open.

“Seriously?” - Harry nodded - “Granger and Weasel convinced you?” Draco couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Harry’s friends were fine with him dating the son of a Death Eater?

“Otherwise I’d be stuck with feelings I’d be too chicken to act upon. And Ron especially was getting sick of me sulking because you just wouldn’t notice me, or so I thought.”

“I thought Gryffindors were supposed to be stupidly brave?”

“I also have a sense of self-preservation, Draco.” Harry told him. “The Sorting Hat even wanted to put me in Slytherin first.”

Draco gave Harry an incredulous look and playfully pushed him. “Okay, now you’re messing with me, Potter.”

“I’m not, honest!” Harry laughed. Then he held out his hand for Draco to take again. “Shall we go?”

Draco took a deep breath and then laced his fingers through Harry’s. “We shall.”

With that, Harry pushed open the door of the Great Hall. The second they walked in, the entire school fell silent. Draco froze up, fearing the worst. No doubt people would hate him for taking their Golden Boy away from them. Harry noticed and gave Draco’s hand a reassuring squeeze. That simple action caused Draco to relax immediately.

Suddenly a voice Draco recognized as Blaise’s sounded through the completely silent room, “Took you long enough …”

And with that the silence transformed into a deafening roar of cheering, clapping and whistling. Draco felt a smile creep onto his face, and his cheeks were probably very red. He glanced at Harry, who was openly grinning. Draco felt genuinely happy in that moment.

He looked over at the staff table, and to his greatest shock, Snape had a small, proud smile on his face and McGonagall had a similar expression. He even spotted a few professors slipping each other a few Galleons. Draco laughed slightly at that. His own professors had seen this coming way before he himself did. Wow. Talk about being oblivious.

“Draco?” Harry asked him with a sly smirk. “Tonight, Astronomy Tower at 2?”

Draco smiled at him, slowly feeling himself fall more and more in love with Harry Potter every second spent with the Golden Boy. His Golden Boy. “Definitely.”

[drarryfeeels]

Thanks to the one doing that awesome work. It’s perfect.

[malec-snob]

#OMFG

[everythingphenomenal-blog]

The beauty in this 😍😍😍

[themalfoymanner]

Harry stumbles into Potions class, tired and distracted. He reads the name of the potion Snape's written on the board and flips to the right page in the Prince's book. Crushed fruit-fly, dragonscale, lovebird feathers. All good. But as the potion starts to set, it gives off a familiar smell... "Hey Malfoy," Harry calls, "this potion smells as bad as you do." Malfoy gapes at him. The class is silent. Harry hurriedly turns to the board. Amortentia's scent, he reads, is different for each brewer...

Draco has been dreading this particular potion for weeks. He bloody well knows what Amortentia smells like to him, and he does not need a reminder, thank you very much. It smells exactly the same now as it did when he went snooping through Severus’ office in third year- it smells like treacle tart, broomstick polish, and campfire. How fucking horrifying.

He glares at his cauldron as he measures out his dragonscales, cursing Slughorn, cursing Hogwarts, cursing fucking Potter for ruining everything, when a voice pierces through his rage. “Hey Malfoy, this potion smells as bad as you do.” Draco exhales sharply and cranes his neck to find Potter smirking at him, completely unaware of the implications of his words. Does… does Potter really smell him? He watches as realization dawns on Potter, his eyes widening as he stares at his book in horror. 

Well. Doesn’t this change things. Making sure that Slughorn is distracted, Draco hops off his stool and saunters over to a very flushed, very restless Potter, who is trying to look anywhere but at Draco. Draco leans down, his breath fluttering across Potter’s neck, and whispers, “My, my, Potter. What have you been brewing? Eau du Draco, perhaps? How very curious.” 

[kiarahowling]

Harry’s eyes widen as the textbook’s description of Amortentia sinks in. He wipes his palms down his robes, bites his lip, and tries to look anywhere but at Malfoy.

It’s an impossible task. Harry’s eyes have been drifting towards Malfoy ever since he started at this school; be it in the Great Hall, on the Quidditch Pitch, or in class… and now is no exception. 

Malfoy’s stalking towards him. Blonde fringe half hiding a self-satisfied smirk. Robes billowing. Chin high, tilted just so. Harry blushes, and looks away. Fuck. 

And then there’s hot air on the back of his neck. And Malfoy’s saying something but Harry has absolutely no idea what it is… he’s brain can’t seem to get past the way Malfoy’s leaning over him, the way Malfoy’s robes are brushing his own, the way Malfoy’s voice sounds, silky yet sharp. Confident, taunting. 

Harry can feel a fire building at the back of his neck. Malfoy’s sensuous breathing is rapidly fanning the blush. 

‘Shove off Malfoy,’ Harry says, but the words lack their usual bite. 

‘I don’t plan on going anywhere, Potter,’ Malfoy drawls. ‘Not until you apologise for saying that I smell.. how did you put it? Bad. I don’t spend half my parents fortune on perfume to tolerate insults like that.’

Harry shifts himself further down the bench, leaning away from Malfoy but turning his head to glare at the other boy. ‘That’s exactly the stink I’m referring to. It’s vile.’

Far from looking annoyed at the insult, Malfoy’s grin looks predatory. Re-thinking his words, Harry wishes more than anything that he can take them back.

[themalfoymanner]

A wild, furious triumph blazes through Draco. So. Draco’s scent is exactly what Amortentia smells like to Potter. Looks like Potter isn’t so unattainable after all.

Draco sidles closer, pouting out his lower lip. “Oh? Vile, is it? Words can hurt, Potter.” He pushes Potter’s fringe out of his eyes, letting his fingers trail along the skin of his temple, watching as Potter shudders, his breath hitching. Brushing his mouth against the shell of Potter’s ear, he purrs, “Luckily for you, I don’t believe you. I happen to think you can’t get enough of this smell. I bet you can’t stop thinking about it. How it would feel to have my scent surrounding you, drowning out everything else-”

“Mr. Malfoy, whatever are you doing out of your seat?”

Draco pulls away and blinks innocently at Slughorn. “Oh, just helping Potter with his potion. Straightening some things out.” He grins crookedly. “Although that may not be the most appropriate choice of words.” With a wink to Potter, he makes his way back to his table, grinning widely. Not even Granger and Weasley’s looks of suspicion can dampen his mood. Potter wants him too, and Draco intends to drive him out of his mind with need. How delicious.

[monobuu]

Various outfits of England. :)

Up next is…France? Canada? Who do you wanna see?

[politekitsune]

When you can’t find the right fanfiction 

[tokyo-fujoshi]

[Mako-chan’s Birthday Anniversary] Please support the artist by rating and bookmarking the original work on pixiv.

Uwah~ so much fluff~ How sweet was that? Being accepted by everyone ;-; Although in my headcanon makoharu are already together way before..

I’m not sure I’m ready for Mako-chan’s birthday tomorrow!! XD

[kaageshi-blog]

Nothing’s gonna hurt you baby Nothing’s gonna take you from my side I just wanted to see how Yuuri would look like with a tiny ponytail and without his glasses, but I forgot how bad I am at drawing him and he doesn’t even resemble himself lol Anyways, hope that you still enjoy my version of Victuri, let me know if you’d like to see more of Yuuri’s ponytail~ You can support my art here: ~Buy me a coffee~ ~My RedBubble store~

[songforalonggoodbye]

So a friend of mine watched Yuri on Ice and her major take-away was “okay, Victor I get, and ‘-ov’ is ‘son of’ but wtf kind of name is Nikifor” so she looked it up.

Apparently, “Nikifor” is the Slavic version of Greek “Nikephoros" , which means “carrying victory”

You read that right.

This bitch is literally just named Winner, Son of a Winner

Winner Winnerson.

[cryptidbird]

moon moon

[hhhhwha]

More of my friend @dria-the-horsegirl doodles (she’s the one that drew the APH denmark)

[fabfandomshit-blog]

I drew this in History, but I couldn't post it using my phone.

[taymarican]

Reblog if Yuri!!! On Ice has changed your life and made 2016 better

[sheepskeleton]

Yuri on Ice - favourite characters

[furyokus]

Yuri!!! on Ice - Victor, Yuuri, Yuri phone wallpapers

sketches credit: x x

[endrae]

me as support, yelling encouraging words to my tank and dps

[sinran]

snow white AU? (˘⌣˘)♥

in this AU viktor was the witch who fell in love with snow white yuuri. he created an apple that would make yuuri fall in love with him instead of one that would harm/kill yuuri (laughs)

[mon-doodles]

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First part for my Yuri on Ice Fairytale AU! Thank you for all your support! HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!