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trying on a metaphor
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shark vs the universe
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Jules of Nature

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i don't do bad sauce passes

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@moony-n-sun
Pets!
Drarry
Accidental Delivery
The look of love
Hogsmeade…date?
so I hold you by the jaw
and kiss you to be sure
with so much more than before
(Horcrux Hunt AU)
one day we’ll know (Drarry Grimmauld Roommates AU)
they're so cute i love this
sweet dreams
Questionable decisions (drarry roommates AU)
because in year 4 Harry gets gifted a sweater with a dragon on it, and it's not playing in Draco's favour
“I feel like I’ve forgotten something,” Ron says, patting his waistcoat down distractedly.
“It better not be the bloody ring,” Harry grits out, teeth clenched with anxiety, nerves coursing through him like electric currents as he bounces on the balls of his feet.
“Nah, mate,” Ron grins. “Don’t you fret.”
Harry gives a choked laugh. “Me? Never been calmer.”
“Picture of serenity,” Ron agrees.
“Exactly.” Harry takes some deep breaths, shaking out his hands. “Oh god. Why isn’t he here yet? I just want this to be done.”
“Wow. Romantic.”
“It is romantic,” Harry insists. “I want us to be married now. Or fucking yesterday.”
“Language!” Hermione whispers from the front row behind them, but she’s beaming and already crying a little, hands over Hugo’s little ears. Harry grins back, feeling so painfully excited. He’s a little worried he’s going to throw up from it. The thought of it makes him laugh, imagining Draco’s face if Harry was sick all over his custom-made white robes, spun from fucking unicorn hair or mermaid silk or whatever. God.
And then a hush falls over the crowd, and there he is, looking so fucking beautiful as he strides down the aisle, robes billowing behind him, sun gleaming in his hair, eyes fixed firmly on Harry. Jesus fuck. Harry's crying now too. He can't look away. Draco is a vision, glowing, his haughty, pointy, beloved face softened with something that looks like awe, disbelief. Harry can relate.
"Hey," he chokes out, when Draco reaches him.
"Hello," Draco murmurs, his mouth pulling into a grin. "My god, Harry, control yourself."
"I can't," Harry sobs. "Ugh. Fuck. I love you."
"We're not at that part yet," Draco reminds him, gripping his hands tight, radiant.
Ron puts a hand on Harry's shoulder, passing him a handkerchief. "Ready?"
"Yeah," Harry beams, wiping his eyes and looking back to Draco. "Are you?"
And Draco, grey eyes bright, nods.
Forgotten 💍 Day 11 of @peachydreamxx and @uncannycerulean’s prompts. Full collection on ao3.
alone (again)
I know it’s my fault that I’m here all alone…
If this isn't A Thousand Tiny Fractures vibes, I don't know what is!
A Thousand Tiny Fractures by @thusspoketrish (15,530 words, rated M)
A snowstorm. An Indian restaurant on Brick Lane. A chance meeting on Christmas Eve. After six months of separation, Draco and Harry are forced to confront the love—and the pain—they both thought they'd left behind.
I'm gunna need 5-7 business days to emotionally recover from Away Childish Things by @letteredlettered
one of your french girls
Spring Term. Harry's off to teach DADA, but he'll have his Floo set up and ready for Draco to crawl through by the evening.
Yule Ball, 1994
"Can we talk?"