Hey I was wondering if you could do a prompt where Harry comes back for eighth year with a man bun and a lip ring and Draco just dies on the spot, like practically drooling... Sorry this is blunt but you are the best writer ever and I love this idea of Harry not wanting to be 'the golden boy'
Omfg yes I fucking love this prompt. And thank you so much that’s so nice I love you 💙 Also when I read this prompt I immediately thought of this artwork by @sadfishkid
I got soooo carried away with this before Draco even showed up 😂 I had fun with the tattoo thing…it was cool trying to think of what Harry would get for each person, but I decided to leave all those out to prevent this from being even longer lmao
Harry was sick of being the Golden Boy. He couldn’t stand everyone treating him like he was something special. Someone who could do no wrong. He just wanted to be Harry. That’s why he decided to change his image. If he didn’t look so damn innocent, maybe people would stop treating him like he was.
Harry grew his hair out, much to Mrs. Weasley’s dismay. It got long enough that he was able to put it up in a bun, and he found that he actually really liked how it looked. But that wasn’t enough. He needed something else. Something that would be the icing on the new badass Harry cake. He was strolling through muggle-London one day when he found exactly what he needed. He walked into a tattoo & piercing shop. He pointed to the lip ring that he saw through the shop window and said he wanted it. They immediately pierced his lip for him.
“Anything else?” The worker asked him.
Harry thought for a moment.
“Yes, I’d also like a few tattoos, please.”
Harry thought about waiting until he could get these done at a wizard tattoo shop, but decided that he wanted the muggle ones. He wanted them to always be there, permanent, never changing. Harry was sure wizard tattoos could be removed. And even if they couldn’t, he didn’t want something that would change and move.
“Sure. What would you like?”
Harry ended up getting more than just a few. He knew he wanted one for everyone in his life that was very important to him. He started off with a star for Sirius, antlers for James, and a moon for Remus. These were all pretty small and he got them all on his right forearm. He then went through all the others that deserved a tattoo: Ron, Hermione, Neville, Luna, Molly, Arthur, Fred and George, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fleur, Hagrid, Cedric, Colin Creevey, Moody, Tonks, Dobby, Hedwig, Dumbledore, and his godson Teddy. All of these were all relatively small tattoos, all of them covering his arms. Each one was some sort of object to represent every name.
There were 3 people, however, that he saved for last. He wanted these tattoos to be bigger than the rest. Because without these three people, there was no way he would be alive. Harry knew that he probably wouldn’t have lived without mostly everyone on his list, but these three people literally saved his life.
So he got a large lily flower on his right pectoral muscle, a large narcissus flower on the left, and on the back of his shoulder he got a dragon.
Lily, Narcissa, and Draco.
Harry never showed those three tattoos to anyone. They were special to him. Plus, he knew Ron would flip if he knew he got a tattoo in honor of Draco Malfoy. And no one even knew about what Narcissa had done for him. He always kept that story to himself.
Harry was pleased with the reactions he received at his new look when he arrived back at Hogwarts for his 8th year. Every compartment he walked by on the Hogwarts Express had kids staring at him. Harry couldn’t suppress his smirk.
Ron and Hermione were on Prefect duty or something. Or maybe they just didn’t want to be around Harry, he got that vibe from them pretty often these days. Harry didn’t really mind, though. He liked being alone now. He sat in the quiet compartment and looked out the window.
Harry was pulled from his thoughts, however, when he heard the door open.
He turned and saw Draco Malfoy standing there.
“Holy shit,” Draco muttered quietly to himself, thinking Harry couldn’t hear.
Draco stared at Harry with his mouth open, speechless, for a moment before he licked his lips at the sight, and then finally said something.
“I, um, I’m sorry. I was just- well I’m not sure if you know, but my um…friends,” he put quotes around the word. “They aren’t returning. And well…not many people want to sit with, well, you know…the death eater. And so I was, um, still looking for somewhere to sit. I-I saw this compartment was only occupied by one person, and well, it’s you. But I don’t mind! I mean, that is, if, um…you don’t. So, um…would it be okay if I sat here, Potter?”
“Your company would be greatly appreciated, Draco,” Harry told him and then moved his things off the seats so Draco could sit.
“I thought you were a prefect, though?”
“Yeah right, Potter. You really think people trust ex-death eater Draco Malfoy to have authority over their children.”
Draco just looked at Harry, bemused.
The train ride was nice. They talked about all sorts of things. It wasn’t until a few hours in, though, when Draco finally asked Harry about his new appearance.
“So…I see you’ve changed a bit.”
“Yeah, you could say that. What do you think?” He raised an eyebrow at him and smirked. He already knew the answer,
“Y-You look really good- I mean, um, it suits you. Somehow your hair is less of a mess when it’s long,” Draco quickly tried to correct himself.
“I really like the piercing.” Draco blushed. “Did it hurt?”
“A little, but it was tolerable.”
“Same thing. Although I may be a bit biased.” Harry laughed. “Most physical pain doesn’t really seem like much after…well, you know.”
“I really like that one,” Draco said and pointed to the phoenix on Harry’s right bicep.
“Thanks. I like that one too. I got it in honor of Dumbledore.”
“Represent someone? Yeah.”
Draco moved so he was now sitting next to Harry, rather than across.
“Who’s this one for? It’s quite nice.”
“Sirius Black. He was my godfather.”
“I know,” Draco said quietly, more to himself than Harry. “And this one?” Draco ran his thumb over a tattoo of a sock, smiling down at it in amusement. Harry felt a chill go up his spine at Draco’s touch.
They went through all of Harry’s visible tattoos. Draco looked a little disappointed when there weren’t anymore left.
“Are you sure that’s all of them?”
“Yes, Draco. As much as I’m sure you’d love to have a look at my arse, I haven’t got any tattoos down there.”
Draco’s pale skin turned bright red.
“I didn’t- I wasn’t- I dont- I only meant-” Draco sputtered for a response.
Harry burst out laughing. He was laughing so hard he had tears in his eyes. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so happy.
“I know, Draco. I was only teasing,” Harry said and lightly patted the top of Draco’s head.
Draco glared at Harry for a moment, but he couldn’t hold it, and a bright smile broke out on his face instead. Harry had never seen anything like it. Anything so…perfect, radiant. It was at that moment that Harry considered letting Draco see his three hidden tattoos, but decided against it, as they were going to arrive at Hogwarts very soon. If he really wanted to show him, there would be plenty more opportunities, because Harry had a feeling that he and Draco would find themselves in each other’s company a lot more this year.
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