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Auror training is going great.
A little HP inspo struck and I needed to work it out. (fuck JKR)
Pls don't hesitate to send me your harry/draco recs. 📖
Malfoy & Granger and the Case of the Looted Artifacts. An Auror Partners Adventure for Silver.Hebridean for the DHr Artists Secret Santa exchange ♥️✨
This was SO much fun to put together. I wanted to make this into a story without using many words. It may not have even needed the segment tags! Also, I love using maps to tell stories.
Much love, Silver!!! 🧡🧡🧡 So very glad to know you!
“Measure Of A Man” 🌿 by Inadaze22
I just finished my 3rd reread and I drew this while I listened to it. Lovely fic, I learned so many things, and each time I reread it I notice more little details and learn new things. 10/10 recommend.
DILF/ Auror Draco showing Scorpius the ropes 👔🕵️♂️
Auror Draco Malfoy.
Thus. Therefore. Ergo. Kiss Me.
"You're standing on my foot," Harry said.
"You're taking up too much space," Draco replied.
"It's a closet, Malfoy. There's only one amount of space."
"Well, I require more space than you. Shrink."
"I'm not shrinking. You shrink."
"I can't shrink. I'm already emotionally shrunk."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Nothing about this makes sense. Why are we in a supply closet?"
"Because you said 'hide,'" Harry explained.
"I said 'get the files from the supply room.'"
"You definitely said 'hide.'"
"I said 'the supply room,'" Draco insisted.
"Well, I'm here now. And so are you. And so is this... mop."
"Stop touching the mop." Draco snapped.
"I'm not touching it. It's touching me. Intimately."
"Everything touches you intimately. You're like a cat. Rubbing against furniture."
"Did you just call me a cat?"
"I called you like a cat," Draco said. "There's a difference."
“That’s just rude.”
"There's a broom handle in my lower back." Draco winced.
"Then move."
"I can't move. You're blocking the door."
"You're blocking the door."
"I'm by the shelves. You're by the door. Ergo, you're blocking."
"Ergo?"
"I read books, Potter. I know words."
"You know a word. One word. 'Ergo.'"
"I know 'therefore.' And 'thus.' And 'consequently.'"
Harry scoffed, "Use 'consequently' in a sentence."
"Consequently, I'm going to hex you if you don't move," Draco threatened.
"Empty threat. Your wand's in your coat pocket."
"How do you know where my wand is?"
"Because I—" Harry paused. "—noticed."
"Noticed."
"Yes."
"Where my wand is."
"Yes."
"At all times."
"Malfoy—"
"Do you notice where my other equipment is at all times?"
"That's—" Harry made a choking sound. "—inappropriate."
"You're blushing."
"I'm not."
"You are. I can see it in the dark. You're glowing like a tomato."
"There's a light spell, you know. Lumos."
"Don't you dare. I look terrible in fluorescent lighting." Draco scowled.
"You look—" Harry took a deep breath. "—fine."
"'Fine?'"
"Good. You look good. Happy?"
"Ecstatic. I'm in a supply closet with my partner who thinks I look 'good' and also apparently tracks my wand like it's his job."
"It sort of is my job.” Harry said, “You're my partner. I need to know if you're armed."
"I'm always armed. I'm a weapon."
"You're a disaster."
"Your disaster." Draco smirked
"Don't say that."
"Why not?"
"Because it means something."
"It means you're stuck with me."
"It means—" Harry rustled closer, fabric against fabric. "—this."
"Potter, what are you—"
"Shh."
"Don't shush me in a supply closet. I have rights."
"You have the right to remain silent."
"That's for criminals."
"You're criminal levels of annoying."
"That's not what I am and you know it."
"What are you, then?"
"Trapped."
"Besides that."
"Your—" Draco's voice dropped. "—partner."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Say the other thing."
"What other thing?"
"The thing you said last night. When you were drunk. On firewhiskey."
"I wasn't drunk. I was tipsy." Draco looked away.
"You said I was your best friend and I had nice eyes."
"You do have nice eyes. It's objective fact. Like gravity." Draco blushed.
"You said you wanted to—"
"I know what I said."
"Say it again." Harry whispered.
"Not in a supply closet."
"Where, then?"
"Somewhere with windows. And witnesses. And an exit strategy."
"You want witnesses?"
"I want options. In case you laugh."
"I won't laugh." Harry promised.
"You might."
"I might cry."
"Potter—"
"I might. You're— you're a lot, Malfoy. You're annoying and you're brilliant and you're in my space all the time and I don't know what to do with that except..."
"Except?"
"Except this."
Harry kissed him. Draco made a muffled sound of surprise. The mop fell.
"Ow," Draco said.
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize. Do it again."
"Malfoy—"
"Again. Consequently."
"Consequently?"
"Thus. Therefore. Ergo. Kiss me."
"Bossy."
"Always."
Harry kissed him again. The door opened. Robards stood there, holding paperclips.
"Supplies," Robards said, flat.
"Sir," they said in unison, not moving apart.
"For the office."
"Yes, sir," Harry said.
"Not for whatever this is," Robards observed.
"No, sir," Draco agreed.
Robards dropped the paperclips. Closed the door. Walked away.
"So," Harry said.
"So," Draco agreed.
"Dinner?"
"Windows?"
"And witnesses."
"And an exit strategy."
"Just in case?"
"Just in case."
"Malfoy?"
"Yes?"
"You're still standing on my foot."
"Ergo, I'm not going anywhere."
"That doesn't make sense."
"Shut up and kiss me again, Potter."
"Yes, sir."
Auror Malfoy from any post-hog dramione au is still my fav image of him