Just when I thought my life couldnât get worse.Â
This evening my mom fell in her restaurant. Although she didnât break any bones, her whole body smashed against the floor and now sheâs in pain. Terrible pain.
Grandma is sick. One of my nieces is in the hospital. I have to take care of the other
I donât have time to read books to write my assignment. I canât sleep properly at night âcause Iâm a light sleeper and my niece is noisy when she sleeps
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this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didnât expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever itâs just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASNâT SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.Â
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok Iâve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL ITâS AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD THIS THING WORKS YOU HAVE TO PATIENT BC I WISHED THAT I COULD MOVE AWAY FROM MY SHITTY TOWN TO A WARM PLACE AND GUESS WHAT THIS JULY IM MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA OKAY GUYS IM NOT MAKING THIS UP I AM SO CONFUSED ACTUALLY THIS IS GREAT BYE
Draco Malfoy and the dark side of the wizarding story
Note:
1.     I DID NOT write this. I just translated it into English
2.     DO NOT RE-UPLOAD without my permission
5 years, it is neither a short nor long time
5 years, it is the time I know about Harry Potter
The wizard boy, with the famous scar, had such unhappy childhood, admired by the whole wizarding world, everybody knows how reckless, brave, and mighty he is. Destined to be the Savior, with the support from âThe greatest wizard in the historyâ Albus Dumbledore and two loyal friends, he accomplished the mission to kill Voldermort, opened a peaceful period that people have been waiting for.
Everything was in peace again
But was that true?
War, either justice or injustice, causes damages. Survivors, deads, no one dares to say who suffered more.
People talk about Fredâs death â the day the twin from âweâ become âIâ
People feel pity for Ted Lupin â the boy only know about his parents from other peopleâs praises
People admire Severus Snape â a brave Slytherin who spent his whole life for his love
People cheer when they see Voldermort falls down with his crazy ambition. Cheer. Celebrate. Pity. Regret. Reborn.
A new world is created. The world that Harry Potter â a boy who has just passed adulthood become the greatest person, has the happiest life with the one he loves and the one loves him. Itâs a happy ending, isnât it?
They forgot him.
In their eyes, he is just a-boy-who-nearly-became-a-Death-Eater. The one who helped in killing Albus Dumbledore. A bossy, arrogant person, and so lucky not to be in Azkaban. A spoiled kid.
Draco Lucius Malfoy.
This boy, in the end, has nothing.
He used to be the luckiest kid, wasnât he?
Born in a noble family, surrounded by love, he didnât have to do anything. He had best things. He woke up with people making his bed. He took a bath with people boiling hot water. He had meals with people cook for him. He received gifts on his birthday. He couldnât say no to a life like that.
He used to be a good kid, wasnât he?
He never disobeyed his father. He worshiped, admired him. He listened to all of his fatherâs arrangements, all of his fatherâs words, even nonsense things like âMalfoy has to be like this and like thatâ. He didnât know what the heck Slytherin was. He wanted to get into it because âMy father said Slytherin is the bestâ. He never allowed anyone to insult her mother âDonât you dare insult my mother, Potterâ. It just, his life completely changed when he met Harry Potter.
A child with a happy life since he was born, destined to be the only heir of the famous Malfoy family, met an abused child, destined to be the Savior of the world he is living.
He met Harry Potter sooner than any of his friends.
Clumsily started the conversation. Clumsily showing off. He didnât know his âlittle princeâ characteristic annoyed the other boy. He innocently talked about his joy of being well-treated, excitedly explained to Harry about Quidditch, or accidentally mocked Hadgrid. All of that was to get the other boyâs attention. He truly wanted to be friend with him.
At that time, he didnât even know the boy was Harry Potter. There was a saying like this: âDraco Malfoy, 11 years old, noble and pure-blood, surrounded by flatterers, but only offered his hand to that person
Harry Potter, 11 years old, future Savior, offered his hand to many many people, but only rejected that handâ
Harry Potter. Rejected his hand twice. Didnât look in his eyes twice. Had the thought of people wanting to be in Slytherin are dark wizards twice. And pushed his life to another direction once.
Since that day, he was not an innocent kid anymore.
He started to be aware of his noble pure-blood.
He started âostentatiously walk around the castle like it was his Manorâ.
He started to be bossy, arrogant, he didnât afraid of anyone. He hated Harry Potter.
He mocked Ron Weasleyâs poorness.
He insulted Hermione by calling her Mudblood.
He bullied other people. He was unruly. He did everything under the name of the Malfoy family.
In Hogwarts, there were people who are afraid of him, there were people who admire him, but mostly hate him.
He, Draco Malfoy, had everything, but a real friend.
He was a talented kid. He was obedient. He respected his parents. Although he always acted arrogantly, he knew fears.
He has never done any bad things like his family did.
He had never killed anyone. No matter how much he hated Harry, he never really tried to kill him. He protected Harry in the Manor, his wand saved Harryâs life in the last battle. He tried to find a way to let Deatheaters in the school, he disarmed Dumbledore. But when facing the idea of killing a person or being killed by Voldermort, he was hesitant. He has never determined in killing someone, even when his life was threatened.
He has never purposely used Unforgivable Curses on someone else. He even got cursed when Harry used Sectumsempra, but he never wanted to revenge.
It was not like he never forgot himself for other people. He tried to stop Crabble from killing Harry, tried to grab Goygleâs hand in the fiendfyre, although he considered him as his servant. He tried to do everything the Dark Lord told him to do so that he wouldnât kill his parents.
He was also The Chosen One, but no one protected him and cared about him like they did to Harry.
He was just a boy. A growing up boy, terrified and need protection. Leaving the Manor, leaving his parents, he had absolutely nothing. Carrying the noble reputation, he tried to show, tried to attract people, try to send signals. He wanted to have friends. He wanted to be taken cared of.
But in the end, he was alone.
He might be bad but not evil.
He might be intrigued but not cunning.
He may be arrogant but not malevolent.
He was just simply bad, simply arrogant. When faced with death, he was afraid, he was weak, he wanted to rely on someone. But no one protected him. No one offered a hand and say âDonât worry, everything will be okâ. He was so pitiful that he could only cry with the ghost in the bathroom, and then cursed by Sectumsempra.
âDo you understand? I have to do this. I have to kill you or heâll kill meâ.
The Dark Lord threatened him. He was only 16. And he had no choice. Facing Dumbledore, he didnât smile, nor being arrogant. All he could do was being in pain and helplessly said that.
Nobody cared whether he wanted to do it. They only cared whether he did it.
They cried because of Dobbyâs death.
They cried because of Lupinâs death. They cried because of Siriusâs death.
And I cried because of Dracoâs staying. Alive. But alone.
No Crabble. No Goyle. No Pansy. Even his final love in this world, if it did exist, his family, disappeared.
That day, at Kingâs Cross, he stood there. Next to his beautiful pure-blood wife, who never showed up in his boyhood, and his son who resembled him.
It was all over. Everything was over. He was no longer a 11 years old Draco Malfoy. No longer enthusiastic or excited. No longer the greeting âHi! Hogwarts too?â No longer the contemptuous attitude like he was the navel of the universe.
All he could do was ânodded curtlyâ, was âturned away againâ, so that no one could figure it out what the grey-eyed boy was thinking.
That child could have had a beautiful smile, but in the end, no one was able to see his true smile.
The station was crowded, but he stood there, in a corner, faded like he has never existed.
âHarry Potterâ ended with a happy ending.
But Draco Malfoyâs loneliness makes me unable to feel happy.
Has someone ever find out, behind him, is a proud but pitiful ego, a full but lonely life?
All was well. For Harry. For Ron. For Hermione. For the wizarding world.
reblog and make a wish!
this was removed from tumbrl due to âviolating one or more of Tumblrâs Community Guidelinesâ, but since my wish came true the first time, Iâm putting it back. :)
holy fuck, I didnât expect this to work, I was like psh, whatever itâs just a quick reblog, but I wished my Dad would actually respond back to me AND HE FUCKING DID A FEW DAYS LATER, I GOT A FUCKING TEXT FROM MY DAD TODAY WHO HASNâT SPOKEN OR RESPONDED TO ME IN MONTHS HOLY FUCK WHAT IS THIS MAGIC IT WORKS.Â
WTF OKAY SO THIS SHOT ACTUALLY WORKS BECAUSE WHEN I WISHED, I HAD WISHED MY CRUSH WOULD LIKE ME BACK AND GUESS WHAT? I HAVE A BOYFRIEND NOW. WHAT THE HELLLLL?????
ok Iâve said this before but IM DOING IT AGAIN THE FIRST TIME I SAW THIS, MY WISH DID COME TRUE SO I REBLOGED AGAIN AND SAID IT IN THE TAGS BUT THEN I WISHED FOR SMTH ELSE AND IT LITERALLY LITERALLY HAPPENED LIKE A COUPLE DAYS LATER WHAT THE HELL SO NOW IM WRITING THIS HERE FOR YOU BC I DONT BELIEVE IN THIS CRAP BUT STILL ITâS AN AWFULLY BIG COINCIDENCE
OKAY I SWEAR TO GOD THIS THING WORKS YOU HAVE TO PATIENT BC I WISHED THAT I COULD MOVE AWAY FROM MY SHITTY TOWN TO A WARM PLACE AND GUESS WHAT THIS JULY IM MOVING TO NORTH CAROLINA OKAY GUYS IM NOT MAKING THIS UP I AM SO CONFUSED ACTUALLY THIS IS GREAT BYE
In a world where every touch of a soulmate leaves a temporary heat mark on bare skin, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds his life devolving into a massive cliche because the Boy Who Lived Twice has no idea how to respect the personal space bubble.
Written on the Heart by who_la_hoop {113K}
Harry doesnât mind that so many Slytherins from his year have returned to finish their NEWTs, really he doesnât. Itâs just â do they have to be so friendly? Heâs not prejudiced, really heâs not. Itâs just â theyâve got to be up to something, right? Unnerved by the attention heâs attracting from everyone â the Slytherins are the least of it, to be fair â and struggling with a raft of changes to Hogwarts itself, Harry wishes he could be happy that one constant remains: Draco Malfoy really fucking hates him.
When heâs hit by an illegal love-spell though, Harry finds he has more to worry about than whether or not Blaise Zabini actually wants to be his friend. For if everyone affected has been blessed â or cursed, by the look on Malfoyâs face â with a magical tattoo revealing the name of their soulmate, what does it mean that Harryâs skin remains completely bare?
Everlasting Ink by misato {2.7K}
âYou remove your tattoo because you hate the idea of someone dictating who you can be with for the rest of your life and the person whoâs removing it happens to be your soulmate and theyâre torn between letting you know and just not bringing it up because you kind of went there because you didnât want a soulmate and vice versa.â
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Harry turned twenty-one 1186 days after he had killed Voldemort. He was woken by the blazing pain of his soul mark etching itself across his back. He tumbled out of bed, heart racing.
The Agape Potion by susannah_wilde {4.8K}
The Agape Potion promises to help find a personâs soul mate, and while Harry knows whom he wishes it could be, thereâs no way it could be true. Or so he thinks.
Here is my list of top 10 Drarry fics that I have enjoyed so far. ( Please read all the proper warning in the descriptions before reading )
Temptation on the Warfront by alizarincrims0n : This is my favourite Drarry fic. 150k + Words. I must have read this fic over 5 times. I just adore it. It is everything I ever wanted in a Drarry fic.
What I thought by bafflinghazeÂ
Itâs the Love of the Chase (That Created the Ride) by lumosed_quillÂ
Hold My Hand by bafflinghazeÂ
Matchmaker, Matchmaker by firethesoundÂ
On a Clear Day by Saras_GirlÂ
Little Talks by Femme (femmequixotic), noeon (noe) for nerakroseÂ
Draco Malfoy, Itâs Your Lucky Day by Faith Wood (faithwood)
For @defiantlilsheep who requested âDraco cant wink. He can do anything and everything but he cant wink. Trust me.â âŚ. this got a bit longer than a tiny Drabble I couldnât help it!
When Harry had returned for his eighth year at Hogwarts he had absolutely promised himself that if a certain blonde haired pointy git who may or may not have helped save his life but was also most definitely still an arsehole happened to return he would not get himself involved no matter what.
Except, once school started he realized that he had the small matter of returning Malfoyâs wand to handle, so he had to see him. I mean sure he couldâve returned it by owl but that would just been rude. He had to do it person. He had to. At least thatâs what he kept telling himself.
He put it off for weeks before finally walking up to him while he was studying outside and both thanking him and apologizing for stealing his wand. And the truth was Malfoy had been so different during the exchange; solemn and pensieve and if he didnât know better even remorseful. He had told Harry not to apologize, that he was the one who should be sorry. Harry had been so flustered heâd muttered something about studying and nearly tripped on his own feet in his haste to escape the confusing thoughts swirling through his brain and making him feel like heâd been punched in the stomach.
But still, none of that could change the fact that he was still an arse and Harry didnât care what he did. Or at least thatâs what he kept trying to tell himself. Heâd always been pretty good at lying to himself, so he hoped it might work this time.
As time went on Harry realized that it was definitely not working.
He couldnât help but be curious when twice in the same week he walked into an empty loo to find Malfoy making an odd face in the mirror. Both times the other boy had looked horrified at being caught and run away. Although Harry had no idea what exactly heâd caught Malfoy doing.
And that was a problem, because try as he might Harry didnât like when he didnât know what was going on. It wasnât that he was obsessed with Malfoy as a person, he just wanted to know why he seemed so different and what exactly he was doing.
Hermione told him he was nosy and to please promise not to become obsessed with Malfoy again. Harry had promised.
The thing was, he had to admit to himself heâd never actually stopped being obsessed with Malfoy and therefore when he caught himself once again searching him out on the Mauraders Map and following him around under the invisibility cloak or ducking around dark corridors he figured he wasnât actually breaking his promise. You couldnât exactly start doing something again if youâd never really stopped doing it in the first place.
Harry swore he would only do it a few times, just until he figured out what the other boy was up too. The problem was he couldnât for the life of him figure out what he was doing.
Harry knew he was getting sloppy, knew he was being obvious, but by the second term he just couldnât help himself. It was like an itch he couldnât scratch, being away from Malfoy. And the odd faces he kept catching him making in bathroom mirrors and suits of armor had gone from weird and perplexing to confusing and adorable. Which was more than a little unsettling.
Harry however, had no excuse when he caught himself trying to figure out what kind of tea Malfoy was drinking at breakfast, or what his Potions partner said that made his lips curl up in a soft smile, or what kind of books he was reading when he sat hidden in the corner of the library pretending to study potions and thought no one could see him.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
It was a bright and sunny morning. Harry had snuck out of the castle early to get a bit of flying before classes started.
The sky was so clear and the weather was just perfect for flying. Only instead of being happy to be up in the air, Harryâs only thought was of how much he wished Malfoy was up there with him, challenging him to the snitch.
It was at that exact moment that Harry realized he wasnât obsessed with Malfoy.
He was falling in love with him. And that was definitely worse. Much worse.
*~*~*~*~*~*
âPotter!â Malfoy yelled, grabbing the back of Harryâs robe and dragging him into a darkened alcove behind a rather rusty suit of armor.
âOi - watch it, Malfoy.â
âWatch it? Watch it?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?â He shrieked and Harry had the decency to shrink back a little bit.
âYouâre the one who wonât stop watching! Everywhere I look there you are! Always skulking about and staring me and interrupting me when Iâm trying to- well it doesnât matter what Iâm trying to do the point is youâre a world class nuisance like always and I canât concentrate when youâre constantly following me around like a lost kneazle.â
Harry blinked a few times then smiled, which was clearly not what Malfoy was expecting because the look of confusion on his face was priceless.
âYou find me distracting?â Harry asked curiously, smiling again when Malfoy began backing up as Harry walked forward.
âOf course youâre distracting, Potter. You bumble around noisily like the obnoxious twat you are. I donât know how you could possibly think I hadnât noticed you. Youâre everywhere, making a nuisance of yourself.â
Harry couldnât help but notice the way Malfoyâs fingers were curling as he talked, the sweat building on his brow, and the way his breathing was quickening. To anyone else it looked like Malfoy was angry, but Harry wasnât anyone else. Heâd spent the better part of the last few months doing nothing but watching him and this wasnât angry this was something else entirely; it was arousal. He was sure of it.
Or pretty sure of t at least. Sure enough to take a chance.
âSo then Malfoy, what exactly are you up to? If you tell me I promise to stop following you.â
âSo you admit youâve been following me!â Malfoy shouts, putting his hands on Harryâs chest and shoving him gently. But itâs not aggressive, not even a little bit, and Harry just grins mischievously.
âAre you trying to get my attention?â
Malfoy splutters. âI most certainly am not!â
âYes you are. Admit it.â
âI was not trying to get your attention I was trying to learn to wink!â
Harry stops at that. Quirking his head to the side. âTo wink?â
Malfoy looks embarrassed now, smoothing down the front of his robes and staring at his feet.
âI canât wink. I saw you wink at that Weasley girl during the first quidditch match of the season and I figured if you could do it so could I. Except I canât and I look like a right tosser trying! Are you happy now?!â
âI could teach you.â
âTeach me? Teach me?!â He all but shrieks starting to sound a bit hysterical.
âItâs not hard, Malfoy. I can teach youâŚ.if you want me to.â
Theyâre so close now Harry can see Malfoyâs pupils dialating, so close their lips would be touching if he just moved forward a bit, angling his head up.
Malfoy seems to have realized the same thing because he kicks his lips, blinking a few times before muttering âAlright fine, teach me how to blink. Let me have it, Potter.â
Harry isnât sure what posseses him but at those words he feels some of his self control snap and he leans upwards to close the distance between them, pressing their lips together.
Dracoâs lips are cold and chapped and he taste almost bitter like earl grey tea without enough sugar. He smells like fresh air and parchment and the blueberry scones the house elves had sent up for tea today. Itâs new and familiar all at one and Harry doesnât think heâs ever felt more exhilarated in his life, until Dracoâs shock wears of and heâs kissing him back fiercely, pulling him closer and sliding his hands into Harryâs hair almost desperately.
Harry would be embarrassed at the whimpering moans of desperation heâs making, but Draco is making them right back so he canât be arsed to worry about it.
Much later after the desperation has turned softer, they stand there with their foreheads pressed together, out of breath but full of hope.
âSo, did you still want me to teach you how to wink?â Harry all but whispers. Heâs surprised when Draco just starts to laugh.
âIf you must know I was only trying to learn in order to get your attention.â He seems a bit embarrassed at his admission, but something about it warms Harryâs heart.
âI knew it! You were trying to get my attention and you were up to something.â
âGod youâre an wanker, Potter,â he mumbles, reaching his hands around Harryâs body to rest just above his arse.
âWell yeahâŚbut at least now Iâm your wanker.â
âYeah?â Draco asks, a genuine smile on his face.
âDefinitely,â Harry says, and he winks at him for good measure.
Draco groans, spinning them around to switch their positions and slamming Harry back against the wall, pressing their bodies together and kissing him with such intensity Harry feels like he might faint.
Oh yes Harry thinks with pleasure as Dracoâs mouth attaches itself to his neck, there will definitely be a lot more winking in his future.
'Iâm sober!â Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harryâs hands. 1k.Â
Tags: Itâs sfw, with kissing and fluff, drunk drarry, auror drarry partners, mentions of domestic drarry (they share a flat). Ron makes a quick appearance at the beginning.Â
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