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@drarrymicrofic | prompt: Hesitate | wc: 50 |
When Draco Malfoy first offered his hand on the train, Harry hesitated.
Unsure for a moment.
Then certain, as he rejected it.
Twenty years later, Harry reaches first.
He finds Draco Potter’s hand beneath the sheets and laces their fingers together as they fall asleep.
Skin to skin.
No hesitation.
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@drarrymicrofic | wc: 550 | prompt: hesitate
“Well,” Harry said, the second Draco’s front door slammed behind them, “that went a bit shit.”
Draco turned on him slowly. “I thought it was salvageable until she asked whether you’d ever pictured me naked.”
“I said no!”
“You said no comment! Seriously, Potter, you were distracted the whole time.”
Harry blinked. “That was because I was picturing you naked.”
Draco stared at him.
“What?” Harry asked. “I’m only human.”
Draco made a strangled noise and swept towards the drinks cabinet. “I need something strong enough to erase the last forty minutes of my life. Possibly the last twenty years.”
“Bit dramatic.”
“Skeeter asked whether we were lovers, Potter.”
“She asks everyone that.” Harry dropped onto Draco’s sofa, sprawling deliberately, all messy hair and open shirt at the collar. “Also, you didn’t exactly help.”
Draco paused with the whisky bottle in hand. “Me?”
“Yes, you. All that sneering and ‘Mr Potter and I have a complicated history’ rubbish.”
“It is complicated.”
“It’s not that complicated.”
Draco poured too much whisky into one glass. “You are the one that hesitated first when she asked what we were to each other. Is friends not in your vocabulary?”
“Are we friends?” Harry asked, looking up at him beneath his lashes. “Because I thought you’d prefer me to say fuck buddies.”
“We are not—”
“What am I doing in your flat, then?”
Harry stood. Draco hated how casually he did it. He stopped too close.
“What am I doing here, Draco?”
Draco lifted his chin. “Being irritating.”
Harry stepped closer. “Try again.”
“Being impossible.”
“Warmer.”
Draco swallowed. “Being presumptuous.”
Harry’s smile was wicked. “You’re going to fuck me, are you not?”
Draco set the whisky down very carefully, face going hot. “For someone who froze in front of Rita Skeeter, you’ve found your tongue remarkably quickly.”
Harry’s gaze dropped to Draco’s mouth. “Could find yours too.”
“Potter.”
“Malfoy.”
“We are friends,” Draco said.
Harry laughed. “Right. Brilliant. Friends.”
“Harry—”
“No, it’s good. Really. Let me call Ron and ask whether he wants to shove me against a wall.”
Draco caught Harry by the front of his shirt and pushed him back against the nearest wall. Harry went willingly, annoyingly smug for half a second, until Draco pressed in and watched the smugness fade away.
“What do you want me to say?” Draco asked. “Since apparently you’ve decided directness is tonight’s theme.”
Harry’s breath caught as Draco leaned nearer, though not kissing him yet.
“I want you to say I’m not your friend,” Harry said, voice low, “I want you to say you were furious because I hesitated. Because you thought I was ashamed of you. Which I’m not.”
“You looked like you were.”
“I looked terrified because for one second I thought you might not want me to say it first.”
“Say what?”
“That you’re mine. That I’m yours. That Skeeter can print whatever headline she likes, so long as she spells boyfriend correctly.”
Draco forgot how to breathe, but not how to snark, because he said, “Boyfriend is a rather juvenile term.”
Harry’s smile returned. “What would you prefer? Lover? Partner?”
Draco made a face. “Fine,” he said, fingers still twisted in Harry’s shirt. “You’re my boyfriend.”
Harry’s green eyes went soft. “Yeah?”
“Yes, Potter. Don’t make me repeat myself.”
Harry kissed him.
@drarrymicrofic | prompt: hesitate | WC: 67
AFTER ALL THIS TIME
Draco should be nervous. It’s normal. Everyone is with things like this.
But, Draco doesn’t hesitate as he drops to one knee, looking up into those bright green eyes, that he still gets lost in.
That crooked smile that sends tingles down his spine.
The black mess of hair that has brushed his skin, leaving him breathless, after all this time. “Harry Potter, will you marry me?”
art for my fic, Over the Garden Wall
@drarrymicrofic - tremble - 118 words
There are over twenty million trees in the Forest of Dean. Hermione told Harry so when they were camping there.
She had been strung out after Ron left and had led Harry by the hand in a maniacal way from tree to tree.
Introducing him.
Touching the bark.
Tasting their magic.
Telling him their histories, use in potions, lore…
Now, after everything, staring at a trembling Draco in the gaol he reminds Harry of a slim tree, one that Hermione almost had them sneak up on so Harry could hear the leaves shiver. Pale, quaking, and ramrod straight, Harry - just like when he met a single trembling aspen surrounded by weighty pines - can’t tear his eyes away.
@drarrymicrofic | prompt: tremble | wc: 50
CHOSEN
Harry’s mouth trailed down the pale, wiry arm thrilling at the familiar tremble that met his lips every time he brushed the marked forearm.
The breathy gasp, the silent whimper, the gripping fingers that tugged at his hair—all of it—was his.
His to hold, his to love. Always.
@drarrymicrofic | Prompt: Tremble | WC: 50 | Rated M for mild explicitness
Perfect
He would never get enough of this.
Of the way the body under his would tremble.
Of the way those green eyes would glaze over.
Of the way those pink lips would beg for kisses.
He would never get enough of this.
Having Harry would always feel this way.
Perfect.
@drarrymicrofic | Prompt: Tremble | WC: 50
Look What You Made Me Do
Despite the pain snaking down his back, Draco could only smirk when he felt the floor start to tremble.
“What’s so funny, you piece of scum Death Eater?” Snarled his captor, approaching.
Draco gave him a wide smile, totally worth the punch he got in response.
“My husband is here.”
@drarrymicrofic | 100 words | prompt: survive
REACQUAINTED
“You know,” Harry speaks softly against Draco’s shoulder, “It was your wand that helped me defeat him. Helped me survive.”
Draco pulls tighter into the hug, tears streaming unbidden down his face, as he grips his newly returned hawthorn wand.
“Oh, and uh….happy birthday,” Harry whispers.
Draco pulls away, perplexed at how Harry knew it was his birthday. How could he? He was always in the hospital wing every year during it. Draco conjures a tissue to wipe his tears. “How did you—”
“Your mum told me,” Harry cuts in, smiling. “From the garden, when she let me in.”
Pencil art I made for my recent Wattpad fanfic cover. Haven't drawn in years and this is my first time drawing Drarry. The story can also be found on Ao3.
Summary: Eight years after the Second Wizarding War, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have their wedding at Shell Cottage and receive an unexpe
The Surprise After the Wedding - new Drarry fanfic up on Ao3
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Summary: Eight years after the Second Wizarding War, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy have their wedding at Shell Cottage and receive an unexpected surprise at the reception.
The look of love
the change
posted a spicy 8th year dump to patreon👀 there are 15 drawings there because I take my escapism very seriously🙈
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