#365words

[365palavras]

Gratidão, além do sentido literal no dicionário que fala sobre reconhecer o que se recebe de alguém, também tem que ser direcionado a ser grato ao que o universo te manda. As pessoas que chegam, aos momentos que você vive com elas sendo bons ou ruins, etc. Acredito hoje que todas as pessoas que passam pela nossa vida devem despertar de alguma forma nossa gratidão, não só as que nos fazem apenas bem, mas as que nos abalam de alguma forma por nos fazerem aprender algo. Seja grato pelo que aprendeu com a dor, pois é nesse momento que as reflexões são mais latentes e importantes. E é preciso ser grato não só as pessoas que ficam, mas as que sabem que é hora de ir também. Afinal, qual o intuito de permanecer se você não quer ficar e nem colaborar com a pessoa? Ser grato te torna mais feliz, te faz mudar o foco para tudo o que você tem de bom. #reflexões2018#instagood #pensamentos #reflexões #365palavras #365words #365days #365dias #palavras #words #palavrasatemporais 📷 http://ift.tt/2CaEHU8 http://ift.tt/2CooBLb

[drarrelie]

Enough Is Enough

@hogwarts365​ challenge, weekly prompts #350:

Scourgify

Seeker

Secret Keeper

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Birthday

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020. It can be read as a stand-alone, but if you want more insight into Draco’s inner turmoil I recommend reading Hope Against Hope first.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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Who the hell decides to celebrate their birthday at The Leaky fucking Cauldron?

Apparently, Finnigan does. The dimwit.

Draco has yet to understand why he agreed to come. Or rather, he has yet to admit he’s unable to say no his Auror partner. It’s those impossibly green eyes. And that cheeky smile. It’s almost enough to make Draco believe the prat isn’t just being polite but actually wants him to come along.

And since Draco is stupid enough to have fallen in love with said prat, he says yes — even to a Gryffindor hoopla at the Leaky.

“You should have gone professional,” Wood says to Potter. Not that Draco’s listening in or anything; they’re just being loud. “You’re a far better seeker than Rowler will ever be. We’ll never win the cup as long as he’s on the team.”

“I’m sure you will,” Harry says. “And besides, I like being an Auror, even if it means having to put up with this git day in and day out.”

Draco meets Harry’s cocky smirk with his patented sneer and Wood laughs before leaning in and whispering something in Harry’s ear. Whatever he says makes Harry’s eyes sparkle and Draco figures it’s only a matter of time before they leave the joint together.

And now Draco’s mind is invaded by images of the two Gryffindors shagging as if their lives depended on it. Fuck. If only a Scourgify worked to scrub your brain clean too.

“I heard you were injured,” someone says.

“Tsk, that was nothing,” Harry protests. “Just a scratch. I’m fit as a fiddle now.”

Just a…?

“A scratch?” Draco blurts, loud enough for everyone at the table to stop talking and turn to look at him. Draco doesn’t care. Draco was there. Draco witnessed Potter’s lifeless body and he doesn’t want to relive that moment ever again. “You reckless idiot! You just got out from the hospital this morning after deliberately jumping in front of a curse that rendered you unconscious for several days. You’re fucking unbelievable.”

And now Draco’s apparently standing, his chair overturned several feet behind him. How convenient.

Tears prickling in his eyes, Draco turns and heads for the loo.

“Malfoy?”

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Edit: If you’re curious about what happens next, there’s now an accompanying drabble called When Enough Is Enough giving you the aftermath of Draco’s outburst.

If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

Stress Relief

@hogwarts365​ challenge, weekly prompts #351:

Ton-Tongue Toffee

Thestralac

Therapeutic

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Desert

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

@aedwritesfic, my beloved beta: I'm sorry but... after sleeping on it, I ended up rewriting practically the whole thing this morning 🙈 Keeping my fingers crossed this version doesn't contain any major issues you would've spotted had you been given a chance to look it through before posting. 💙

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Harry brushes the tip of his index finger over the cool white sand, outlining the same curved shape as yesterday, and the day before. The motion is soothing, his body’s response Pavlovian.

When Malfoy had said this was a tool to relieve stress, Harry had made fun of him. Why wouldn’t he? Who the fuck has a pretentious miniature desert in their office?

“It’s not a ‘miniature desert’,” Malfoy had scowled when Harry first commented on the newest addition to his partner’s desk. “It’s a zen garden.”

“A garden?” Harry had chuckled. “Aren’t garden’s supposed to have plants? That’s just sand and stones on a tray.”

“It’s a zen garden, you cretin, and it’s not supposed to have plants. It’s therapeutic. You rake patterns in the sand to practice mindfulness.”

“You mean like— Ow!”

Curious, Harry had reached for the tiny wooden rake, only to have his hand slapped away.

“Don’t you dare touch it!”

And naturally, Harry has never been able to stay away from Malfoy’s silly desert ever since.

It started with small rearrangements whenever Malfoy popped out of the office, like switching places on some of the stones or raking the sand in a different direction. Just to see whether his partner noticed.

He always did, of course, and hastened to correct it. But for some reason he never said anything.

So Harry advanced to adding random things to the arrangement: a toothpick here, a bottle cap there — even a small camel once after spotting it in a Muggle toy store when he’d been out shopping for Teddy’s birthday. And whenever his pockets were empty, he instead doodled Snitches or smileys in the sand with his fingertip.

Still nothing.

The first time Harry drew a question mark, like this one, was a few days after they… Even now, months later, Harry has no idea what they’re really doing here, only that it just happened that time, and that it seems to keep on happening even though it probably shouldn’t.

The question mark in Malfoy’s desert is one of their signs now, asking “Want some stress relief?”

Malfoy’s response is always the same: a wandless wordless Colloportus casually cast on their office door.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

Mission (Im)possible

@hogwarts365​​ challenge, weekly prompts #355:

Xylophone

Xenophilius Lovegood

Make a spell that starts with the letter “X”

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Jungle

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic​ 💙

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“Oh, good grief.”

Draco scans the attic in horror. He’s aware most people don’t keep their stored goods and chattels perfectly organised — hell, not even the Manor’s attic is perfectly organised — but Xenophilius Lovegood must be working towards some sort of Ultimate Chaos Award.

Antique printing presses, jars of pickled dirigible plums, clothes, furniture, toys, tools, brooms — it’s a veritable jungle of odd paraphernalia up here. How in Merlin’s name does anyone ever find anything in a mess like this?

Harry chuckles. “You know how they say an attic reflects the brain of its owner?”

Draco can’t help but huff a laugh. “I haven’t heard that one before, actually, but seeing this, I must agree it sounds fairly accurate.”

He shakes his head in disbelief. It’s like the Room of Hidden Things all over again, only more cramped and, if possible, even more disorganised. Draco is exhausted already, and they haven’t even started yet.

Harry pats Draco’s shoulder and grins. “Come on, love. We can do this.”

“That child will be off to Hogwarts before we find what we’re looking for,” Draco mutters.

“Of course they won’t,” Harry says, rolling his eyes. “Don’t be such a bloody drama queen.”

“I’m not—"

“Draco, listen to me.” Harry turns Draco around to face him, placing his strong warm hands on his husband’s shoulders. “We’ll find it, I promise.”

“But—”

“No. No buts. If Luna wants us to find her mother’s xylophone, we’re going to find her mother’s xylophone. Just like we’ll do anything else she wants us to do, okay?”

Draco nods. He knows Harry’s right. He’ll do anything for that woman. Anything.

“Just remember why we’re doing this, Draco. There’s a baby growing inside her — our baby. And if Luna believes listening to the sound of her mother’s old xylophone will make our baby happy, then…”

“We’ll find it,” Draco says, squaring his shoulders, determined.

“That’s the spirit.” Harry winks, turning to face the chaos with his hands on his hips. “Now, where do we start?”

“I love you,” Draco murmurs, because he does.

Harry smiles, Draco knows he does, even though he can only see the back of his husband’s head.

“I love you, too.”

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

Monster Musings

@hogwarts365​ challenge, weekly prompts #354:

Wand

(Watcher)

Werewolf

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Laundry

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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”What’s a werewolf?”

Teddy’s question catches me off-guard. I knew it would come one day. It doesn’t mean I’m prepared for it. I accept another clothes peg from the boy’s hand, sifting through several possible answers while I secure the sheet I’m holding to the clothesline.

If Andromeda had only let me, I would’ve dried her bedlinen by magic. However, she insists nothing could ever compare to the windswept freshness of drying your laundry the old-fashioned Muggle way, so the old-fashion Muggle way it is.

“Why do you ask?”

“Julia said they’re monsters.”

Julia. That’s Flint’s kid. They’re in the same class and… Fuck. Teddy’s only six. He shouldn’t have to worry about stuff like this yet.

“Come on, pup. Let’s take a break.” I draw my wand and conjure a bench for us to sit on. “Werewolves are not monsters,” I say once we’re seated, “no more so than any one of us.”

“But, Julia said… My dad…”

“Hey, listen,” I wrap my arm around Teddy’s tiny shoulders, pulling him closer. “Being a monster isn’t determined by what you are. It’s what you choose to be that counts. Yes, your dad was a werewolf. He was also one of the most caring, wonderful people I’ve ever met.”

“But…”

Teddy’s worried frown makes my heart ache. I glance over at Malfoy who’s sitting on the patio with his morning tea. The paper he’s been reading is in his lap, forgotten as those silver-grey eyes meet mine.

“You know Cousin Draco,” I say, waiting for Teddy to look at his newest hero before I continue. “Some people think he’s a monster, just because of the tattoo on his arm.”

“What? But he’s not…”

“He’s not, I know.” I feel Malfoy’s gaze prickling my skin and I know he’s listening in on our conversation. “He never was, and he never will be — just as your father wasn’t.”

Teddy seems to ponder this for a moment, and I let him.

“Okay,” he says eventually, jumping down from the bench and returning to the laundry basket, clearly satisfied for now.

I cast another glance towards the patio, just in time to catch an intriguing smile on Malfoy’s rosy lips.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

An Intangible Embrace

@hogwarts365 drabble challenge, weekly prompts #331:

Erudite

Intangible

Extension

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Quarantine

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry – a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020. It's not COVID-19 related, but if you're currently suffering from pandemic anxiety, I'd recommend you reading something fluffier instead, e.g. this one by @jilliancares. Please, stay safe! 💙

(This work is also submitted to the @lockdownfest)

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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Sent: I’m boooooored…………………

Harry leaned his head back against the headboard and stared unseeingly at the spotless ceiling. Doing nothing wasn’t really his forte, especially not for days on end, and after ten days trapped in their bedroom, however spacious, his body was itching for something — anything — to do.

Not physically itching, though, unfortunately. Not that Harry wanted to start showing symptoms of dragon pox, of course not, it was just that… that if he did, he’d be able to return to his family instead of holing up in here, useless, for three whole weeks.

Received: Tough luck, weakling. You’re staying put.

Draco had locked him in here, the same day Score had come home from preschool with an itching blister on his shoulder. Harry could still recall the terrified look in his husband’s stormy-grey eyes as he’d learnt that Harry, being raised by Muggles, had never had dragon pox as a child.

Harry had smiled, trying to lighten the mood. “Come on. Surely, it’s not that dangerous…”

“It is!” Draco had hissed, furious. “It took my grandfather, and I’ll be damned if I’d let it take you, too.”

So, Harry had gone willingly, putting himself in quarantine to appease his distressed husband. Since then, he’d deep-cleaned the whole space from top to bottom, en-suite included, and renewed the Extension Charm on the wardrobe. (How many robes can one man own?) He’d even folded and resorted the contents of all drawers and placed ironing charms on every piece of clothing he could find — and there was still over a week and a half left before Draco would let him out.

Sent: Can’t you at least come keep me company in here? You’ve already had it…

Received: No, you dimwit. You don’t have to be erudite to know that I can still carry it, I can still infect you.

Sent: But… I miss you…

Received: I miss you, too. We both do.

Harry savoured the intangible embrace.

Received: But we’d miss you more if…

No need to finish that sentence; Harry already knew what his husband was unable to put down in words.

…if you died.

Fair point.

Sent: Love you.

Received: Ditto, my insufferable sap.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them – or any of the rest of my works – you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

Through the Grapevine

@hogwarts365​ challenge, weekly prompts #353:

Veil

Veritaserum

Vampire

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Grapes

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

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“They’re spiked,” Parkinson explains with a smug grin, “most with booze, a few with Veritaserum.”

I stare at the bowl of grapes, wondering why I didn’t leave this party before it spiralled into pure craziness.

“When it’s your turn; pick a grape, eat it, then share the gossip.”

They call it The Grapevine; a party game that apparently has been played in the Slytherin common room for centuries. Once you’ve swallowed your grape, you’re supposed to divulge a piece of gossip that may or may not be true. According to Zabini, the challenge is to not give yourself away if you happen to pick a grape dosed with Veritaserum.

“Make sure you’ve thought of something good before it’s your turn,” Nott whispers in my ear. “Don’t improvise, or you might end up sharing something you rather wouldn’t.”

‘Good’, in this case, means ‘shocking’. I’ve figured out that much, at least. Zabini claims those who pick the booze-induced grapes usually try to come up with the most preposterous gossip — a tactic which forces the unfortunate Veritaserum victims to share their most outrageous secrets in the hopes they’ll pass as more of the same silly tattle already going about.

Gossip, schemes, and trickery — undoubtedly the most Slytherin pastime ever. My head hurts just thinking about it.

“Ernie’s a virgin.”

“Padma’s snogged a girl.”

“Justin wears mascara.”

“Daphne likes being watched.”

My turn. Booze. Phew.

“Ron has a Vampire kink,” I say, because… why not?

It goes on; truths and lies, one after the other. My head spins.

Then, “Draco fancies a Gryffindor.”

Ha!

Malfoy? With a lioness? Never. Besides, everyone knows he’s dating Parkinson, right?

Right.

Yet, Zabini’s ridiculous statement evokes a fit of tittering murmurs around the room. I want to laugh, too, but my amusement gets stuck in my throat as I notice a faint blush rising on Malfoy’s cheeks. I’m intrigued.

“Who?”

The word escapes my mouth without permission, free-riding on an exhale, inaudible to everyone but the man sitting next to me.

Nott leans in close and I swallow, unable to take my eyes off Malfoy’s thunderous death-glare. Nott’s breath ghosts over my skin as he chuckles softly.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318

[drarrelie]

A Chocolate-Flavoured Challenge

@hogwarts365 drabble challenge, weekly prompts #346:

Observant

Ollivanders

Ornithomancy

The Pen15 is Mightier weekly drabble prompt: Chocolate

This drabble/ficlet is part of 52 Weeks of Drarry — a series of connected weekly drabbles written during 2020.  It can be read as a stand-alone but does reference the happenings in The Menace and the Man.

Thank you for the beta, @aedwritesfic 💙

@protectnevillelongbottom, I wish there were more I could do for you while you're suffering through this rough patch. Hopefully, this cute little drabble might at least be able to put a smile on your face. 💙

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“So,” Harry murmurs as they enter Diagon Alley, “how should we do this?”

Draco comes to a halt next to him, surveying the chaos. Apparently, every witch and wizard in Britain has decided to do their shopping today, and Harry’s already starting to question the wisdom of this endeavour.

He throws Draco a furtive glance, catching his Adam’s apple moving as the man swallows. A sudden flare of arousal shoots through him at the sight, kindled by the memory of just how glorious that throat felt constricting around his cock only hours earlier.

“Well, you’re the brave Gryffindor jumping headfirst into any situation. This is your turf.”

The British wizarding population is quite used to seeing the two of them together nowadays. They’re Auror partners, after all, and when they’re not in Diagon Alley for work, they’re here with Teddy, or with their friends.

Today’s different, though. Today, it’s just the two of them, off-duty, alone.

“How observant do you think they really are?” Harry asks, feigning nonchalance. Hopefully, his go-to trick to spike Draco’s courage will boost his own too. “I bet we can make it past Ollivanders before anyone notices.”

Draco raises a brow. “You think?”

“Yeah, why not?” Harry smirks, watching Draco clench his jaw, determined.

“There’s no way we’ll get past Flourish and Blotts before the circus is in full swing. And when I’m proven right, you’re permitted to treat me to Fortescue’s double chocolate special, with ext—"

“—extra nuts, and raspberry sauce on the side.” Harry knows that order by heart. Draco’s never ordered anything else since their first visit with Teddy three years ago. “Okay, you’re on. Let’s do this.”

He reaches out, taking Draco’s hand. It’s warm, it’s comforting, and it… pulls him back into Draco’s arms, his mouth efficiently silencing Harry’s confusion.

The kiss is soft and sweet, and when Draco eventually draws back, he’s flushing adorably. Harry’s sorely tempted to abandon their plans and Apparate them both straight home, but the surrounding commotion alerts him to Draco’s smug expression.

“Oh, you’re such a fucking cheat!” Harry laughs, locking hands with his now official boyfriend and ignoring the crowd as they head towards the ice cream parlour.

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If you liked this drabble, you might also like the others I’ve written in this series. If you’re curious about them — or any of the rest of my works — you can find them all on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1612318