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[lovelyloveliesss]

The Unpsoken Things

5.4k fic claim for @hd-hurtcomfort-fest

Just darkness, near-fatal wounds, and the unsaid things finally being spoken aloud.

Snippet:

Harry feels hands on his torso, blood smearing through his clothes, across his skin. And suddenly, his shirt is coming off. “I’m dying,” he chokes. 

Malfoy hums. “Probably.” His fingers brush lightly over the many gashes across Harry’s chest. Harry gasps at the pain, but Malfoy shushes him. “We’re matching.” Now it’s Malfoy whose shirt is coming off. In the dim light, Harry can make out thin white lines slashed across his chest. The shirt is pressed onto Harry’s own slashes, soaking up the fresh blood. 

For a moment, it’s silent. Harry closes his eyes as pain washes over him. He is dying, even if Malfoy isn’t acting like it. And they are matching. Same curse and all. Plus, when the cavern’s entrance came down, Harry’s injury hadn’t allowed him to dodge as easily as Malfoy had. To Malfoy’s credit, he had tried, at least, to pull Harry away. That didn’t stop the rubble from crushing Harry’s leg.  

“I don’t want to die here,” Harry says, interrupting the sound of Malfoy's fingers trying to spark up some poor attempt at wandless magic. The Lumos was impressive, but that seems to be about all he can do. 

Malfoy doesn’t even look at him. “Ah, the cupboard thing, right? Too dark. Too enclosed.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head. “So dramatic, Potter. Is the simple fast that you are dying not depressing enough?” 

“Fine,” Harry snaps. It comes out painfully weak. “I don’t want to die here with you.”  

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[jostafar]

it’s called…..domestic bliss (x)

[thelockedcircle]

Proof of passage, proof of play...

[eeniiart]

My contribution to that one meme trending lately ;D

[alt-toast]

Lil HP chibi series I did hehe

[samo-lyuba]

Long live Harryyyy!!

My boy deserves all the best

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[lunarlivs]

harry’s journal : pub crawl, muggle edition

closeups under the cut 💛

[hauntingpercival]

What if the black family's dormant metamorphmagi trait shows up in other members, just not as strong. That would explain why Narcissa has blonde hair.

Specifically, similar to Tonk's patronus changing when she fell in love with Remus, Narcissa's hair changed when she fell in love with Lucius.

This trait gets passed down to Draco as well, so when he falls in love with Harry, Draco's hair turns black.

Lowkey also would tie back to the Black/Malfoy family connection because the gene comes from the Black side of the family. Also for my prongsfoot eyes I see a parallel to the black hair, blue and green eyes couple.

[thelockedcircle]

Draco wore expensive loafers and ruined them even though Harry told him to wear sandals

[darlingirly]

Terrible Timing

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 330 | prompt: tremble

For three days, the Auror Office had been tearing London apart for Harry’s missing partner, and he had not slept a wink. 

Now, Harry was at Malfoy’s side, blasting through the restraints. Malfoy slumped forward, and Harry caught him before he hit the floor.

“Malfoy,” Harry said, gathering his trembling body carefully into his arms. “Malfoy, look at me.”

Malfoy’s eyes opened, unfocused and dulled.

“Potter,” he rasped.

“I’m here. Help’s coming.”

Malfoy blinked at him. “You look dreadful.”

Harry let out something that was almost a laugh. “You’ve been tortured for three days and you’re insulting my appearance?”

“Priorities,” Malfoy whispered, closing his eyes.

“Stay awake.”

“I’m trying. Don’t sound so bossy.”

Harry pressed his fingers to Malfoy’s throat. His pulse was there, fast and weak.

“Sorry,” Harry said. “I’ll ask nicely next time.”

“Liar.”

Harry’s hand shook where it held him. “Yeah.”

Malfoy stared up at him, breathing shallowly. His whole body kept jerking in little aftershocks.

“I thought about you,” Malfoy said.

Harry swallowed. “What?”

“I—.” Malfoy’s fingers twitched against Harry’s sleeve. “I imagined you, when the pain got too much.”

Malfoy’s eyes fluttered, and Harry tightened his arm around him.

“No. Stay with me.”

“Trying,” Malfoy said again, irritated even now. “Merlin, Potter.”

“Good. Be annoyed. That’s good.”

Malfoy gave the smallest broken huff. 

“The thought of you kept me alive,” he continued. “Without you, what do I live for?” 

“Malfoy.”

“I know. Terrible timing. Always had terrible timing.”

Harry stared at him. “Are you under Veritaserum?”

“Yes, but that means you have to believe me.”

Harry brushed his fingers through Malfoy’s hair, matted and bloodied. “I do.”

“I want you,” Malfoy said bluntly. “There. Bloody humiliating.”

“You don’t have to—”

“I do have to. That’s rather the point of truth serum, Potter.” 

Harry’s vision blurred.

“Just believe me,” Malfoy whispered. “Please.”

The door burst open. Voices filled the room as Aurors and Healers flooded in. 

Harry held onto Malfoy until they made him let go.

[wheredoesshego]

‘Draco?’ Harry’s voice is quiet, his hand gentle on Draco’s trembling back. ‘What happened?’

Draco can’t. He can’t speak, not even to Harry.

He buries his face in his pillow, trying to stop his teeth from chattering. He can’t stop thinking about the man, about the tattoo on the inside of his wrist.

He isn’t scared of him, not specifically, but of the tattoo - and what that tattoo means.

Somehow, Draco knows that it’s the reason why he’s here, that it’s something…bad.

‘Draco,’ Harry says again. ‘I was scared. I thought they were going to take you away, away from me.’

Draco turns, finally able to look at Harry. He sees Harry has been crying too. His throat is too sore to speak, but he sniffs, lifting up his blanket in silent invitation.

Harry lets out a shaking breath. With a sigh of relief he crawls onto the bed, his knobbly knees digging into Draco’s back as he burrows his way under the blanket. They turn back to back, but Draco still feel Harry’s warmth, the sound of his steady breaths gradually lulling Draco into the same calming rhythm.

He lets his eyes fall closed, clutching tightly onto his toy dragon.

Sandwiched between the comfort of his two best friends, Draco finally falls asleep.

Part 6 in a microfic AU where Draco and Harry meet at a children’s home for boys

[eeniiart]

Soft kisses <3

[amberstruck]

post-war forgiveness ❤️‍🩹

are my drarry followers still here… hello guys…

[viria]

rainy weather (Grimmauld Roommates AU)

[katemiosh]

[jmillys]

After the Fiendfyre

where Draco kisses Harry after being saved

YUVIKO_art on twt has an art which inspired me to write this! so check it out