@drarrymicrofic WOD exchange fic for @cocoavanille's prompt "chocolate" | rated M, 1k | amateur chocolatier draco, oblivious harry, 8th year, pining while fucking, parseltongue
thank you dear sweet friends @elskanellis @rainstormradish and @glassf1re for brainstorming editing and feedback!!
The first time Harry sucks Malfoy off, he finds a chocolate frog in his pocket. It's fancier than usual, carved neatly with a caramelly center. The card is missing, but no matter–he eats it as he sneaks back to the tower, feels it calm the panic sparking deep in his belly.
The second time, it's a butterfly. It alights on his knees where they're tucked to his chest. He'd been having a little cry, if he's honest, after Malfoy had fled. But the butterfly is so charming, wafer-crisp wings so delicious, he finds himself cheered.
The third time, Harry's so delighted by how good Malfoy feels, like he's done it a hundred times before, he doesn't realize Malfoy's dressed again until it's done. Harry reluctantly ruffles through his own pile, finds a gold-dusted bee. There's fizzing honey inside, and he holds out the other half. "Do you want–" But Malfoy turns, quickly, and is gone.
And then once while Malfoy's quite literally still inside him, a peppermint ladybug meandering across his fingers where they're braced next to his cheek. He wonders, briefly, why they're always showing up at these times, but then Malfoy's grinding deeper and Harry's mouth is dropped open and the peppermint is dissolving on his tongue and all wonderings are gone from his mind. Malfoy kisses him possessively, this time, and Harry floats home.
One afternoon, when he's having a small panic in the potions cupboard: a lumbering bear, pine-scented liqueur in the center.
When his Praesidium Draught explodes and he has to borrow Professor Wallach's lumpy extra jumper: a red-breasted robin, sharp raspberry.
He starts looking for them. A white chocolate ginger cat, curled up on his tea-warm saucer after Malfoy fucks his mouth in a library reference room. A moose with pretzel antlers, the Quidditch bleachers. The astronomy tower, an otter, swimming and twisting in the air, who tries to hold his hand and leaves sea-briny salt smudges on his fingertips.
The night Malfoy conjures a pile of cushions in an alcove behind a staircase and fucks Harry open on his fingers til he cries, Harry discovers a raven, black cherry truffle center, a thin dark shell that cracks gently. It's cherry, not Malfoy, he carries home on his tongue.
"So you've been getting chocolate animals… delivered to you?"
Ron flips a card, taps, and Harry's pile explodes. "Ha!"
Harry brushes away the soot. "They've just been… I dunno, appearing. When I need them."
Something plops wetly against the toe of his boot. It's a gasping, spluttering carp, mouth working open and closed. Harry scoops it up and it melts in his fingers. "See?"
"When you need them."
"Yeah, like potions is a disaster or when Malfoy leaves right after he fucks me, which I've asked him not to do but–"
"I've told you I really don't want to be hearing about this, Harry."
"It couldn't be another Slytherin, he's the only one who came back. Maybe a Ravenclaw? The animals are really very clever."
Ron levels a look at him, flips another card.
"But how do you think they're finding me? I know they're charmed, but I've never seen anything like them before."
"Have you ever actually looked before you eat them?"
Harry says nothing. His pile explodes again. Ron rolls his eyes and gathers the cards.
"I'll do that next time. Promise. I'll tell you everything."
"I wish you'd tell me a little less, to be honest."
Ron stops him at the door. "Obviously you know who it is, right mate?"
"Obviously I don't. Why would I ask if I know?"
"You know, Harry."
He really doesn't, though.
Harry's just shut his door when he feels something wrap around his fourth finger.
A pistachio-green snake, sparkling with silver dust.
A snake. That feels like an opportunity.
Who sent you?
The snake flicks its tongue out, holds eye contact.
The silversmith is secret.
Come on now. I know you'd love to spill. I'll behave honorably, I promise.
The chocolate snake curls around his thumb, slithers back into his palm. It lifts its head and bobs, acquiescing.
Son of the spurned. Single Slytherin soul. Smitten sunbeam stirs sweets for his sugarplum–
A decisive bite, and that's it for the snake. He leaves a note for Ron and is through the portrait in a heartbeat.
It only takes a knock, and a fourth-year lets him in. "On your left," she says, "his is the ridiculous one."
It is obvious: ward so thick he can see it slathered on the doorjamb. He growls, swipes it away with his palm. Then he tries the handle.
It turns, creaks, reveals a whole world inside. Shelves of glass pots, trays of molds, a workbench with a mortar and pestle. A sheaf of sketches: ladybug, otter, moose, snake.
Harry sinks down on Malfoy’s work stool and weeps, overwhelmed and happy.
It's only a minute before Malfoy comes blasting in, cheeks flushed and frown pinched.
"My alarms have been– oh." he says, seeing Harry weeping on his stool.
Harry is on him in a breath. "It’s you, isn’t it."
"This is my laboratory, Potter, I believe it’s you who’s intruding. Most rudely, might I add."
"No." Harry tangles his fingers into Malfoys wide sleeves. "You’ve been sending me these."
He produces the tail of the snake. Malfoy’s eyes widen; Harry pops it in his mouth.
"They’re so delicious, how are you making them so good?"
Malfoy's hands are tight on his waist. "It isn’t me." But he backs Harry softly into the wall, brings their chests close.
"You like me."
"I most certainly do not."
"You do," Harry says, helpless smile pulling his words at the sides. "Desperately, I think."
"I’ve never been–"
Harry kisses him, feels the sneer melt and smudge at the edges, holds it with both thumbs.
"Thank you. It’s so unbelievably sweet of you, Draco."
"Well." Draco's cheeks have gone a delightful pink. "I'm glad you– like them."
It’s no distance at all: five meters to cross the street, six stairs to the door, two steps inside. His foot’s already half off the curb.
They’ve fought like this before. Will again. Harry wants to believe it’s simple, Draco wants to prove it’s not. They say things they wouldn’t say to anyone else. Draco disappears, Harry slams a door.
Some movement in the front window: a hand pulling up the sash. A Harry sticking his head out.
Just the suggestion of a smile as he shouts across the sidewalk for all the world to hear: “Wanna come in?”
It was Harry’s birthday this week — and of course, I completely forgot 🙈 So I had just a few hours that day to whip up a little present for him. I didn’t have time to finish everything, so the first version of the art ended up being black and white.
Then, while working on the colored version… I got tired. And somehow, Draco turned into a ghost (in my head it became a tragic AU where Harry actually did kill him in sixth year). Just because I was lazy. Oops.
If you saw the concerned reactions on Twitter — I’m really sorry for breaking your hearts 💔 But don’t worry: the final version is the real one. This is Harry and Draco in their eighth year, finally letting go of their hatred and (somehow!) becoming close.
Honestly, I think this is how it was always meant to be. ✨
give them a variety of exes. give them relationships that shaped who they are but did not last. give them people they tried very hard to love but it didn't work out. give them situationships that taught them things. give them something deep that was real but could not endure. things that hurt. things that ended amicably. people with whom hot passion cooled to warm affection and became undying friendship.
no more first and only. give me the context of what made them know the next or one after was final and right.
harry/draco | 50 words | @drarrymicrofic prompt: brave
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Brilliant. Another life debt.
Your memory is back in action for seven seconds before you’re hauling Potter off his near-deathbed to smack him round the head. “Stop. Being. Brave. Your life is worth more than mine!”
Potter has the gall to shrug, eyes ripe with near-death luster. “Not to me.”
Draco Malfoy's view, seconds before the dirtiest, nastiest and roughest kiss of his life.
(This month I started doing art again for the first time in the last nine years. I have been trying different styles and posting them on my sideblog. This is the first art I am doing for HP verse, and it is a cursed Harry :3)
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