yes, of course, magic is the answer. but also, harry would not necessarily openly express the Beard Thing out loud. and draco, coming from people who cannot grow full beards, has never entertained the idea of growing any facial hair because he looks ridiculous with his patchy face of scraggly hair. so he goes clean shaven always, and it doesn't come up much. there aren't even opportunities for nonverbal hints, like maybe harry rubbing his cheek against day old stubble.
except they get to their 30s, and they're surrounded by new dads. new dads who are very tired and have given up shaving for five extra minutes of sleep. harry's quidditch team goes on a winning streak and the entire team doesn't shave out of superstition. and draco notices harry noticing.
the last straw is ernie macmillan, who they run into on diagon one day. "huh, a beard really suits him. he should've grown that out ages ago," harry says. ernie and draco looking nothing alike, but he is blonde-ish (blonde-ish--not even properly blonde) and draco is telling harry to go ahead without him and ducking into slug and jiggers for a moment.
he feels like a complete berk grabbing the hair growth tonic, like some idiot teenager trying to look more mature, but he drops a few sickles into the girl's hand before whisking the potion away into his cloak pocket and hurrying to catch up with harry.
draco doesn't take the whole potion right away. he doesn't want to walk out of the bathroom with two weeks worth of growth, which would make it obvious to everyone what he did. instead, he mixes a few drops into his morning coffee every day. draco is so fair, that harry doesn't notice at first. the fine coating of fuzz on his face is almost translucent this short.
but by the third day, harry leans in to give draco his customary kiss before leaving for work, cupping his hand around draco's cheek. it's usually not more than a second, a quick peck, but when harry pulls his face away, his hand lingers, thumb rubbing over the new texture on draco's face. the corners of harry's mouth curl up slightly and draco gets a second and third kiss that day before harry really has to leave or he'll be late.
on the fifth day, harry smooths his palms gently over the redness on his inner thighs and then pulls draco up to kiss him. twice in a row isn't exactly uncommon for them, but it has been a little while since it's happened this quickly.
on the tenth day, harry does actually rub his cheek against draco's, half asleep and humming in pleasure. it's not like draco needs a hint at this point, but that sort of cements the whole thing. he finishes the last of the tonic with that morning's coffee and goes out to buy a few more bottles later that day.
harry finds the empty bottle while sorting their recycling, and plops down next to draco while he's reading on the sofa.
"you don't have to grow a beard for me. i'll still find you fit without one; i always have so far."
draco looks up from his book, flushing slightly.
before he can say anything, harry continues, "besides, no amount of facial hair could make me attracted to ernie macmillan."
the slightly shy look instantly drops off draco's face and he scowls, muttering, "i should bloody hope not."
harry laughs, pulling draco's face to him with both hands--the better to feel up his new magically induced beard--and kissing him. once they break for a breath, harry holds draco's face a little away from him and considers the new look. "hmm, how's the text of that book looking to you? i've got ideas of what might go with the beard."
draco rolls his eyes and shoves harry away. "it looks perfectly clear, thanks, you twat. but nice of you to let me know about your professor kink."
harry chuckles while he gets up. he pauses at the door of the sitting room and turns back to draco. "you know, you're not the only one who's been paying attention. and if you meet me upstairs once i'm done with these chores, i'll let you know what i've noticed," he says before backing out of the room with a wink.
alright fuck it. yous have blown up my notifications for three days. put your money where your mouths are.
i’m getting top surgery in january. i need to get £1500 together by christmas to have the full cost saved up. i will be taking 150 pictures of my boobs and printing them as physical photographs so this shit really is limited edition. 50 will be sexy, 50 will be goofy, and 50 will be themed. they will come with stickers and a thank you note. they will not have my face in them. these fuckers will be paying rent in their final months so help me god.
the pictures will be available for purchase from the 20th of november for one month only. details to follow.
if anybody is feeling generous before that time, my paypal is [email protected]. i really sincerely appreciate anything anyone can give, so thank you so much.
to put that big number in context, if everyone who has liked this post was able to donate £1, i would have more than enough to afford the surgery.
DID YOU KNOW that proper pearl necklaces actually have knots between each pearl?
This is done to stop the pearls from rubbing up against each other, potentially causing damage and discolouration to each bead, and also so that if the string breaks it’s unlikely that any more than one or two pearls will fall off the string. Pearl necklaces (and bracelets, for that matter) need re-stringing regularly, to make sure that the string isn’t stretched, frayed, or otherwise damaged, which would put the necklace at risk of breaking, and when they are re-stringed properly, new knots are always tied between each pearl.
This post brought to you by the stop making pearls scatter everywhere whenever you break a fancy lady’s necklace when murdering her, thriller writers, all you’re doing is revealing she was wearing shitty plastic beads gang
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