kemo

drarry is damaged beyond repair

[substellaris]

Fem drarry doodle

[supmilger]

a summer day

[vitalhollow]

A smidge of drarry

[draykray]

Pleasant Interruptions 🥰

[draykray]

Pleasant Interruptions 🥰

[gummyyummyjam]

I don't think my obsession w DRARRY would ever cease.

[morihuori]

[gummyyummyjam]

can anyone recommend songs that remind you of DRARRY

p. s. cuz im going to make a playlist of all of them

[draykray]

Cozy morning afters 💕

Inspired by The Fourth Thing by @megreads99

[gummyyummyjam]

now this is wild 😜

[darinaursus]

They work very responsibly at the Ministry of Magic and certainly don't get distracted by each other

[supmilger]

differences

[supmilger]

My beloved reckless boy🫦

[gummyyummyjam]

ughh I REALLY LOVE YOUR STYLE

[d-archee]

soulmates in every universe fr

[hsvh-hp]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt “ring” wc 100

Harry approaches Malfoy at the bar. Malfoy doesn’t look surprised, but Harry’s old training clocks the eyebrow that wishes to rise.

Malfoy’s voice is as smooth as whisky. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Potter?”

“The potions ring,” Harry says.

Malfoy hums. “I’ve nothing to do with that, as you well know.”

“I know what it’s funding,” Harry persists. “Who it’s funding. And what you’re doing with that money.”

Another hum. “Wasn’t the public firing embarrassing enough? It’s all over the papers, you know. The Ministry used you.”

“That’s why I’m here.” Harry leans in closer. “I want in.”

[gummyyummyjam]

DANG IT

[quelmdn]

Run.

Chase me.

[gummyyummyjam]

hold on is this drarry?!?!?1

[chopztart]

See if I ever do this again guys this was hard

Anyway Fic: Draco malfoy and the heir of slytherin

[gummyyummyjam]

damn this art makes me wanna start reading the fic BUT I STILL GOT A LOT OF ONGOING READS

[hsvh-hp]

For @drarrymicrofic prompt: “spell” wc: 500

“Have you thought about trying a potion?”

“No. . .”

“Maybe a spell—?”

“Just—don’t worry about it, Draco,” Harry hastily told him as they reached the Quidditch pitch. “Forget I said anything. It’s stupid.”

Draco didn’t look ready to forget it, even if he went quiet. Still, he kissed Harry goodbye and returned to the castle. The whole thing was dumb; Harry had cheekily mentioned not sleeping well lately, which Draco treated seriously rather than follow Harry’s impish mood. Is it Hogwarts itself? Bad dreams? You slept just fine when we went to London for the weekend. Are you feeling ill at all?

By the time the line of questioning ended, Harry felt too embroiled in corniness to elaborate. ‘I haven’t been sleeping well’ didn’t have the same meaning as ‘I haven’t been sleeping well without you’.

Harry finished his Quidditch practice to find Draco waiting for him again. He himself had forgotten the stupid miscommunication, and was relieved Draco seemed to have let it go as well. Harry registered a certain air about Draco though, for he always had a nose for when Draco was up to something—even when Draco showed no external signs of it.

“Hold on,” Draco told Harry while walking him up to Gryffindor Tower before their eighth-year curfew. “I have something for you. Just wait here.”

Harry loitered outside the toilet Draco dashed into. Draco reemerged with a wrap-spelled-bundle in his grasp, and they continued on. Before the portrait, Draco handed it over.

“Don’t open it until you’re gone to bed,” Draco instructed him.

Harry half-laughed. “Okay. What is it?”

“You’ll see. Be patient! Good night.”

It took them a bit longer to properly disentangle; Harry buried his face in Draco’s neck, trying to hold onto the smell, weight, and warmth of him as he prepared to face his cold bed. Here arrived the point after returning to Hogwarts after the war where Harry wished he’d not bothered. He wasn’t much for the restrictions that came with a school. Thank god that as adults they were allowed to leave the castle on weekends and go to Hogsmeade whenever they wanted.

Harry went through his bedtime routine. At the end, he sat on the edge of his bed with the bundle Draco had given him. He opened it. It was—

The last time Harry and Draco went to London, they’d gone shopping. Draco bought a Muggle shirt as a lark, and here it was. Harry furrowed his brow. Had Draco not actually wanted it? Or—

Harry brought the collar tentatively to his nose, and then grinned as a light feeling enveloped his chest. Draco must have puzzled out what Harry was on about earlier. He’d been wearing this all day since beneath his robes.

The bed didn’t seem so cold and lonely anymore. Harry crawled in, shirt on, and turned his nose toward it as sleep threw a quick hand out for him. What a grand way, in such a small gesture, to feel so loved.

[gummyyummyjam]

I'M GIGGLING SO MUCHHHH