NSAsquith

UK. DRARRY. Find me on AO3 and Insta under NSAQUITH.

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⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ A Little Prayer

Rating: E / WC: 225,000 /

Draco Malfoy, nom de scène Draco Black, is very good at surviving. He’s had to be. Homeless at eighteen, he has built himself a fragile kind of stability on strict boundaries, a fake last name, and sex traded for money. Splitting his time between late nights and a community centre that’s falling apart. It works. That is, until the famous Oscar-winning Harry Potter hires him. Lines start to blur, family secrets begin to surface, and Draco is forced to decide what survival is worth.

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⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Enemies with Benefits.

Rating: E / WC: 77,000 /

It was only supposed to be casual. Just rules on parchment, a way to keep things nice and easy. But somewhere between French men, stolen socks, and Christmas mornings, the rules stopped mattering. What mattered was him. What mattered was love. Enemies with Benefits takes place over two years, and follows Harry and Draco shagging senselessly but ultimately getting themselves sorted.

UPDATED: 30/04/2026

I wrote Enemies with Benefits at the end of summer 2025 after a ten-year hiatus from the fandom and from writing in general. Fast forward seven months, and I decided to edit the fic as I feel my writing has improved. The story has not changed. I’ve focused on SPaG and fixed one tiny plot hole. I hope that the story is a more enjoyable read for you.

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[nsasquith]

Can ya not?

I wasn’t going to make a big deal of the anon I got yesterday, asking me to write fluffy micros again (because all I apparently do is angst?). But then I got another anon today asking me the same thing (think it’s the same person?)

It really does go without saying that if you feel that strongly about the writing that I’m putting out there, then either a) go touch grass or b) unfollow me.

(This is not aimed at the people who have actually left comments on my late micro, please don’t think it is.)

I’m going to take all your faves, and I’m going to make them suffer. I’m going to drag Harry through the mud, force him to his knees, and make him worship at the altar of Voldemort. I’m going to kill Draco and Harry. Force them to marry other people. Make them cheat with each other. Make them cry with rage and laugh with delirium. I’m going to do what I want, when I want, because they are paper dolls.

How to unfollow someone on tumblr.

[everchanging-obsession]

I love drawing Harry

[lulusasantusa]

Yes, only a few days after dramatically announcing that I wasn’t going to keep uploading things... here I am. Uploading things. And not just any thing: my first drawing with color!

I tried my best, I suffered bravely, and my Android tablet and I are now bonded by trauma. This is the first time I’ve colored something that isn’t a building, so please know that every shadow, highlight, and raindrop was placed with equal parts determination and confusion (why the hell are there so many tools for coloring? omg).

This is Harry and Draco from The Most Splendid Thing, specifically that scene where they kiss under the rain. A scene that apparently looked at me and said, "you WILL try to learn to color today." I loved the story so much, and this moment was so vivid and hot that I really wanted to try drawing it.

There’s definitely a LOOOT I still want to improve, but honestly, I’m happy with how it turned out, and even happier that it made me brave enough to start experimenting with color.

Thank you to @lqtraintracks for writing something so lovely and inspiring me to draw, and to accidentally begin my coloring era.

[lqtraintracks]

Stop it THIS IS EXQUISITE!!!

You and your gorgeous art are gonna make me CRY; this is just wonderful!!!! The color is fantastic!!! Their hair, their muscles, the tats, the rain, the way Harry’s chin is tilted up and the wet tendrils of his hair and Draco’s hot undercut and the way he’s cradling Harry’s neck and holding his hair, the beautiful intimacy of this moment… I’m blown away! And so so honored!!! Just WOW. ❤️

[hungwy]

people born in 2000 should be like 12-14 now. but they’re not. that’s how fucked up our world is now

[how-not-to-human]

The older this post gets the funnier it becomes

[duchesspeggy]

My cousin born in 2000 is a licensed psychologist.

[shepardoftheearth]

that’s how fucked up our world is now

[starlightomatic]

people born in 2000 are getting kicked off their parents’ health insurance as we speak

[nsasquith]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

[yuvanart]

Happy pride month! 🎉🏳️‍🌈

[draykray]

Happy Pride! 🥳🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[trashcanprince]

wanted to draw bi icon harry and ended up w them celebrating pride 🌈

[nsasquith]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: Dream | wc: 507 |

Draco wakes as he often does: to warmth.

A solid body beside him. Limbs tangled with his own. Fingers clasped together beneath the duvet as if they had found each other in sleep and refused to let go.

For a moment, he does not move.

He lets himself surface slowly, blinking against the early morning light pouring through the sheer curtains, soft and gold across the room.

“Morning,” Draco murmurs, voice rough with sleep.

He turns, and there is Harry.

Messy-haired. Bare-shouldered. Warm-eyed.

“Morning, love,” Harry says. “Sleep well?”

Draco hums, shifting closer until his face is tucked against Harry’s chest. He breathes him in: musk and skin and the faint, familiar trace of laundry soap. He kisses the bare skin beneath his mouth and smiles when Harry presses a kiss to the top of his head.

“You?” Draco asks.

“Like a baby,” Harry replies. “Had this weird dream, though.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, bizarre. You and Scorpius were making pancakes, and every time you flipped one, your outfit changed.”

Draco chuckles. “What outfits?”

“All sorts. Really odd ones. At one point you were wearing Hagrid’s coat, and then you were wearing nothing but those tight swimming shorts from our honeymoon.”

Draco pulls back, amused and offended in equal measure. “Tight swimming shorts in front of our son?”

“Don’t blame me. I don’t control what my dreams do,” Harry says defensively, though he is smiling, gaze dipping down Draco’s body as if he’s imagining them now.

“You’re a heathen,” Draco says flatly. “A perverted heathen. Now you’ve made me crave pancakes.”

He sits up on the edge of the bed, stretching until his spine clicks.

“Make me some?” Harry asks, moving behind him, thighs bracketing Draco’s hips, arms wrapping around his waist. “The fluffy ones.”

“You’re on coffee duty, then,” Draco says, leaning back into him.

Harry kisses his shoulder.

Draco tilts his head, giving him more room. “This isn’t making coffee, Potter.”

Harry hums against his skin. “No, it’s much better.”

Knock-knock-knock.

Draco sighs. “That’ll be Scorp. I bet you anything he sensed pancakes.”

Knock-knock-knock.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming,” Draco chuckles.

He stands, and Harry’s hands slip from his body.

Draco turns back to him with a smile still on his face.

Then—

He wakes as he often does: to cold.

The cold press of a stone wall against his back. A thin blanket twisted around his waist. Morning light spills weakly through the open barred window of his cell, grey and misty, smelling of sea-salt.

Knock-knock-knock.

“Inmate 3946,” an Azkaban guard calls through the door. “Wake up. If you do not respond, we will enter.”

Draco lunges forward, heart battering against his ribs, breath tearing through him.

“I’m awake,” he calls, too loudly. “I’m awake.”

He’d rather not be, because his dreams are a sweeter place. Even if they provide him nothing but the ache of a life he’ll never have.

Draco presses his shaking hands to his mouth and closes his eyes.

For one impossible second, he can still feel Harry’s fingers tangled with his own.

[lilbeanz]

Love is love is love 🫶

[orolin-writes]

dream - @drarrymicrofic (50 words)

Harry’s needy, nuzzling hot at Draco’s throat even though the first round ended in tangled linens and the starburst bruising of fingertips around hipbones.

“Again, Potter?”

Draco tugs at his hair, enjoys the ragged whimper ripped out of kiss-stung lips.

“Mm. I had this dream…”

“Really? Show me what happened.”

[aegisreadsanything]

@drarrymicrofic | Prompt: Dream | WC:154

Enchanted

It took them almost a year to plan their bonding ceremony. With Narcissa and Molly coordinating everything—and often disagreeing on color schemes and themes.

Still, Harry thought it was all worth it as he watched Draco walk down the aisle, hair flowing freely and framing his face. He looked like a dream.

“Hi,” he breathed once his and Draco’s hands were intertwined.

“Hello, darling, don’t you look edible.” Draco’s smile was suggestive.

Harry chuckled and relaxed, as was Draco’s intention. “Merlin, I can’t believe I’m this lucky.”

He could barely remember the ceremony. He only remembered the way Draco’s eyes shone and went misty as Harry said his vows. He could remember crying as Draco said his.

The things that mattered the most, he remembered. Like the moment they both said “I do” and a golden light bathed the field. He would always remember the moment that bonded him to Draco forever.

[darlingirly]

In Your Dreams, Potter

@drarrymicrofic | wc: 279 | prompt: dream

Malfoy had Harry pressed back into the mattress, one pale hand buried in Harry’s hair, fingers tightening just enough to tip his head back and expose his throat. The other was braced beside Harry’s head, sleeve rolled to the forearm.

Then Malfoy’s mouth was on his neck, hot and wicked, biting and kissing and dragging helpless sounds out of him. Harry’s hands found Malfoy’s waist, then his back, then the fall of his hair; he wanted to touch him everywhere at once.

“Greedy,” Malfoy said, sounding pleased.

“You started it.”

“I rather think you did.” Malfoy’s lips brushed his ear. “It’s your dream after all.”

“What?”

Harry didn’t have time to think on it for too long, because then Malfoy’s hips were rolling down against his, slow and deliberate, and it was too much, heat and pressure and pleasure from every direction at once. Malfoy’s breath hitched. Harry wanted to hear it again, so he arched up into him and—

Harry sat bolt upright in bed.

The room was dark and empty. Quiet, except for his own ragged breathing.

No Malfoy. Thank Merlin. Well no, not thank Merlin. Absolutely not thank Merlin, because apparently Harry wanted Malfoy here. Wanted his hands, his mouth, his weight pressing him back into the mattress. Wanted him to—

Harry fumbled blindly for his mobile before his brain could recover any dignity.

Hermione answered after several rings, except it wasn’t Hermione.

“Mate,” Ron croaked, voice thick with sleep, “it’s four in the bloody morning. This had better be good.”

Harry stared into the darkness, painfully hard and awake. “I think I want to shag Malfoy.”

There was a long silence, then Ron said, “I’m waking Hermione.”

[coppercatbird]

Certain Peculiarities

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: dream | wc: 500 | rated: mild m

The dreams had begun years earlier. Sometimes lurid, all sweat-slicked skin and desperate moans. Sometimes sweet, hands clasped on dates—one time they went to the zoo. Sometimes a litany of nightmares: the tower. The bathroom. “I can’t be sure.”

The strange thing was, he always dreamt through Harry’s eyes. His own face, lust-blown pupils and pink cheeks; Harry’s thumping heart. Feeling a leap of hope in Harry’s throat as saw himself bite his lip, eyes shining down at a ring as he nodded. The same nightmares, tempered by Harry’s sympathy, regret, pride.

The dreams were an unconscionably cruel move by his subconscious. His mind healer suggested a dream diary; he stopped after a year. It hurt too much, seeing what he could never have, feeling things he knew Harry would never feel. He didn’t need a book about it.

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A knock distracted Draco from his calculations; he scowled as Harry strolled in.

“Do the Unspeakables need a potion?”

“If they did, I don’t know why I’d know,” Harry said, grinning. Draco rolled his eyes. Less subtlety than an erumpent in a dollhouse.

“Why are you here, then?”

“For you,” Harry said, then flushed.

Draco stared, heart racing. He didn’t let himself speak.

“Right,” Harry said. “What do you know about dreams?”

Draco swallowed, refusing to remember the previous night’s dream: Draco in Harry’s body, licking his own scars with a lascivious groan, whispering into his own ear, with Harry’s voice, how he wanted to—he shook himself.

“Do I look like a dream expert?”

“No. But Hermione is. And I was doing some research”—Draco scoffed—“and she. Well. She found out. When I explained, she gave me a book.”

Draco leant back, arms behind his head. “And you need me to read it to you?”

“No, you tosser, I managed.” Harry’s smile faded. “But … I think you should read it too.”

Draco frowned, heartbeat thudding in his throat. “It’s about dreams.” 

“Yeah. And … other stuff. Anyway, I just—here. I’ll need it back, Hermione’d flay me alive if I—I’ll go.”

Looking far more cowardly than any Gryffindor should, Harry shoved the book across Draco’s desk and fled. Draco tugged it closer.

A Short Treatise with Various Observations and Theories on the Metaphysicks of Soul-Bonds and Certain Peculiarities of Shared Dreams

Draco stared, mouth dry, before noticing the scrap of parchment tucked inside.

Draco— If I’m wrong, this might be the creepiest gift you’ve ever received. I hope I’m right. Can we talk? Tonight, 7pm, my place. —Harry

Draco sat, hands shaking, and opened the book to the first page.

At 6:59, Draco stood, book in hand, at Harry’s door. He took a breath and lifted his fist to knock.

Harry opened the door, rumpled and beautiful. He looked hopeful. He looked frightened.

“They’re your dreams?” Draco blurted. “I—they’re your dreams.”

Harry smiled and reached out. His fingers threaded through Draco’s like on the trip to the zoo they hadn’t yet taken. “They’re our dreams, Draco.”

[ming85]

Memorial day at Marlas

(my Capri tag!)

[drarrymicrofic]

An introduction and a farewell!

@drarrymicrofic is under new management!

We ( @coppercatbird, @orolin-writes and @angeldog5 ) are thrilled to be taking over moderation of this tumblr account and our discord Drarry Microfics community. This community has been and continues to be so important to all three of us, and we’re so excited to be here!

If you’re new to Drarry or to microfics, we want to welcome you! Micros are a fantastic way to dip your toe in, meet people, and start getting words down on the (paper or metaphorical internet) page. Our pinned post includes all the details, but a few highlights from the new mod team:

* 50 words is our “official” word count, but we encourage you to write as much or as little as your muse inspires. We see and love a huge range of definitions of “micro” here, and we want all of them!

* Whenever relevant, please note M and E ratings, major AO3 warnings (i.e. noncon, MCD, etc.), and/or hate speech so that readers know what to expect

* Our asks are open for prompts (word, song, or image) until further notice

* If you aren’t in the discord server, send us an ask for an invite! We post and chat about prompts, share micros, discuss upcoming events, and more

* We are planning some events starting this summer, so keep an eye out for announcements!

Finally, we want to offer our warmest gratitude for the incredible modding done by @citrusses, @maesterchill, @sweet-s0rr0w, and @tackytigerfic. You all did such an amazing job stewarding this community, and we are so grateful for all of it (and not even a little bit overwhelmed by the shoes we have to fill ☺️)