#draco is good

[psycho394]

Harry : I am feeling a bit cold *brr*

Draco : Here take my jacket *proceeds to scold him about the fact that he was without one all this while*

Yaxley : I am cold too Severus..

Snape : What? Do you want me to set you on fire?!

[thusspoketrish]

I've a Room Here.

CW: some violence, angst, secrets

written for the prompt KING over @drarrymicrofic

word count: 1965

I’ve a room here.

I’ve a room here.

I’ve a room here.

When Harry comes to slowly, he realises that he is bound to a chair in the middle of the room.

A quick assessment of the space shows that he’s alone. His wand is gone from the nightstand next to the messy, majestic four-poster bed. There’s a fire now crackling in the hearth directly facing the bed, the littering of clothes he had so eagerly pulled off still scattered across the floor. He tries to turn his head, but a throbbing sensation from his left temple causes his vision to temporarily blur, a moan escaping him as he sucks in a breath to curb the sudden roll of nausea that hits him. A slick slide of blood runs from what is a gash there, down his neck, and across his bare chest. The candelabra that was no doubt used to knock him out rests at his bare feet.

He is still completely naked.

The door opens and in walks Draco. He's dressed in all black, hair perfectly coiffed as if Harry’s hands had not run through it earlier. He pauses, hand still on the doorknob. His shoulders hunch forward, lips press into a thin line, and eyes drain of emotion as they fix upon Harry.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to find out?” Draco asks this as if he’s gently chastising a child. He turns to shut the door, facing away from Harry. Something slips by Draco's hardened exterior because he shudders and rests his head against the door for a few unbearably quiet beats. “I trusted you,” Draco’s small, broken voice hitches.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says, his throat tightening around the words. “Draco, please. Look at me.”

KEEP READING BELOW.

“Death comes for all of us, Harry,” Draco says, slowly turning to face him, wand now in hand. “Even for kings.”

“You would kill me, Draco? After everything? Would it be that easy for you?”

Draco trembles, the mask of indifference slipping from his face as his eyes become bright. “I allowed you to compromise me. I gave up—you weren’t meant to mean anything.” Draco seems to catch himself. He firms his jaw, fights to smooth away the sudden look of terror on his face. “You have to accept this. Only one of us will leave this hotel room alive, Harry.” Draco steps closer.

Harry begins to strain against his invisible binds, opening and closing his right palm as he tries to wandlessly and wordlessly summon his wand. Draco stops in his tracks, his gaze catching on Harry’s hand, a strange look crossing his face.

“It’s gone. Snapped,” Draco says quietly.

Those words hit Harry like a Bludger to the chest. A crushing fear mixed with anger and shock suffuses him then. He draws in several lungfuls of air, feeling as if he’s drowning. “How-how could-Draco. D-d-don’t – d-d-don’t do this, D-Draco,” he stutters out, shudders ripping through him involuntarily as Draco stalks toward him, his wand raised. “I wasn’t—I wasn’t going to—”

Draco lunges towards him, venomous anger rippling off him in waves, his teeth gnashing as he hisses in Harry’s face. “I have you strapped to a chair, about to end your fucking life, and you still think it’s necessary to lie to my face?” Draco spits, “I deciphered your kill sheet! You just thought, 'well, now’s the time to fuck Malfoy before I do away with him—'”

“No,” Harry whispers. “No. I was going to…” he trails off. Because what had he thought would happen? He knew, logically, that he had to follow The Society’s order and kill the mole in their organisation. So he did. That mole then led Harry to Draco, a top informant for The Society’s rival agency. When the kill sheet came in with Draco’s name on it, he knew it was his own intel that brought about the decision. As a vital player, killing Draco would destabilise the agency enough for Harry to begin picking off the rest of their hitmen and informants without breaking a sweat. Harry had slowly infiltrated Draco’s life for months, positioning himself as a friend. Someone to be trusted. Someone to fall in love with.

But he had taken Draco’s cleverness for granted.

He had taken both of their hearts for granted.

He had fucked up. He had fallen in love with Draco and let his guard down. It was his own fault that this is happening.

I’ve a room here.

Harry shakes his head wildly, his thighs trembling as he strains against the binds there, leaning as far sideways as possible in the chair, crushing his eyelids closed as if it will erase the hatred burning in Draco’s eyes.

“Don’t cry now, Potter,” Draco drawls coldly. Harry’s eyes snap open, once again blurred around the edges, but this time from tears he had not known were there. “It’ll be like what you once told me—quicker and easier than falling asleep.”

The fight leaves Harry’s body. He collapses against the back of the seat finally as Draco lifts his wand. “I did love you…I still do...I wish…I wish I had told you sooner. I wish. I wish I could’ve gotten you out, gotten us both out…”

“You don’t mean it,” Draco growls, his hand tightening around the handle of his wand, still posed and ready to strike. Harry bows his head. “You’re trying to fuck with my head, Potter. I won’t let you do this to me.” Again, goes unsaid.

“I’m sorry,” Harry says once more, an ache in his chest as he takes in Draco’s face, the undiluted rage etched like hard lines in marble. “I didn’t want you to mean anything, either. I didn’t want to look at you and feel like I had found home, Draco, but I did and I’m so sorry I’ve brought us to this point. You chose me, Draco, and I-I was too late in choosing you back and now we’re both at an end here. But I’m happy to leave this earth knowing that you were not only the first, but the last person I’ll ever love.”

The span of a few breaths passes.

And Draco screams.

He screams, and screams, and screams, into Harry’s face. It’s a tortured sound, dredged from the core of him. He screams until Harry can hear his throat dry up, can see the tendons in his neck contract, his lips crack from the strength of it, his skin turn hot and red. Harry can feel it, in his chest, the sensation of it slowly sliding into him like an entire length of a cursed knife. The pain is unbearable but not nearly as agonising as watching Draco fall apart in this very moment.

Harry closes his eyes against it. Wishes he could cover his ears against the horrific sound. Wishes Draco had never fallen in love with him if it would have spared him this earth-shattering grief.

The scream dries up, plunging them both into silence, the fire crackling in the hearth the only discernible sound.

A loud snap breaks the quiet of the room. The tight binds that were numbing Harry’s entire body suddenly vanish. His eyes fly open.

Draco is now near the fireplace, quivering like a leaf caught against the wind as he tosses his snapped wand into the fire, his eyes wide with fear as he lowers his hands, his chest rapidly rising and falling.

“They would’ve activated the Trace on it,” Draco says before falling silent.

They stare at each other, both breathing heavily.

It would be so simple for Harry to snatch the candelabra at his feet and swing it at Draco’s head. Or lunge at the shaking man in order to wrap his hands around his long, thin pale neck, crushing his windpipe. Or push him to the ground and into the fire.

It would be so much simpler than what he decides to do.

He stands from the chair that was once his prison, crosses the room, wraps one hand around the back of Draco’s head and yanks him forward.

It’s punishing, when they come together. Harry’s lips slot against Draco’s full quivering ones, finding them hot and wet and perfectly made for him. He bites Draco’s bottom lip, breaking the already cracked skin there, tasting the sharp tang of copper as his tongue slips into his already opening mouth, deepening the kiss. A desperate moan escapes the back of Draco’s throat that sends wild tremors along the nerve-endings in Harry’s entire body.

He finally chooses Draco.

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Harry freezes as he enters the bar for a nightcap.

He had recently set up refuge here at the Mandarin Oriental while in London, fresh off his mission in Munich. It was his downtime. No one knew he was here, not even The Society.

But there, sat at the bar, is Draco. His elbow is propped up, hand clenched in his hair as he stares down into his tumbler of amber liquid. The gold lighting of the bar plays off his sharp features beautifully and turns his white-blond hair into a glowing, golden halo. Harry can tell that Draco’s cheeks are slightly flushed, from the drink as well as the clear agitated stress lining his shoulders.

A small postcard of Waterloo Bridge blazes through his mind. The message had been deciphered in minutes: Draco Lucius Malfoy. But it wasn’t meant to happen today. It definitely wasn’t supposed to happen here.

Harry approaches slowly.

Draco startles when Harry gently nudges their shoulders together. Draco’s forlorn expression shifts to one of pure shock before settling into a warm, if not teary, smile. “Harry! Mer-Christ—what are you doing here?” he slightly slurs.

Harry flashes him a grin. He knows it probably doesn’t meet his eyes, but Draco doesn’t seem to notice, his own eyes are too bright, his movement slower than usual. Harry wonders how much he’s consumed already.

“Me? Oh, well…” Harry starts, sliding onto the stool next to Draco. “That’s hardly important. What are you doing here?” He lifts a finger into the air, drawing the attention of the bartender and taps the rim of Draco’s glass twice. The bartender nods, grabbing the 25-year-old Macallan off the shelf and a clean, empty glass. He pours two generous fingers and sets it before Harry, then refills Draco’s before walking away. Draco hastily brings the glass to his lips, his hand trembling. He tosses half of the contents back. It is so out of character that Harry flinches.

“I was sacked today,” Draco confesses miserably.

Harry’s eyebrows shoot up. He knows that Draco’s a paper-pusher in Games and Sports, a good cover for his real job. To be sacked at his cover-up wouldn’t be the end of the world, but a punishable fuck-up, regardless. “I’m so sorry to hear that. Er…what happened?”

Draco’s staring into his glass. “A task came up that I simply refused to complete.”

Harry’s eyebrows knit together. “Why didn’t you?”

Draco exhales as if he’s been holding his breath. “Completing it would, well…simply put, it would’ve killed me to do it,” Draco says with a laugh. “I’m fucked anyway. Thought I’d have a few last drinks,” Draco says, knocking back the rest of his Macallan. He sets the glass down and stares at Harry under lowered, long, pale lashes, tipped gold from the lighting. “It’s all worth it, though, if I get to see your face one last time.”

Heat flares through Harry from the look. He sips his own drink before promptly setting it back on the bar, along with a fifty-pound note. The words are out of his mouth before he can even think up all the very real reasons this is a bad idea.

“I’ve a room here.”

[courageous-raven]

The Argument for Dramione Part III: The Story Isn’t Always All Of It

Whenever you aren’t with a friend or a best friend, do you always know exactly what’s going on? Do you always know what they’re doing at any given second? I for one, do not. And unless you are a super secret James Bond type spy, you might not always know when someone’s lying to you either.

This brings us to the topic of Part III. Why you cannot trust anything that happens in literature.

Ok ok, maybe that’s a bit dramatic. Let me explain a little more. The Harry Potter series is written as a limited third person piece of literature. This means that while the book does use the he, she, they pronouns it is still told from the knowledge of a single person. And throughout the Harry Potter series, Harry is a kid. He doesn’t know or fully understands everything that’s going on, especially earlier in the series.

No one ever knows the whole truth. It’s a fact of human society.

This brings us to the problem with the credibility of the narrator. As the reader, you don’t know who lied to him or what his point of views, ideas, and perspectives changed. One of the big things that this might have affected was the Dursleys. Harry Potter never knew any other family except for his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. When they were mean to him, who knows what else that changed in Harry’s view of them.

This is also one of the reasons that Draco may have come off worse than he actually was. Draco had many things that Harry didn’t when he was growing up. Parents that loved him unconditionally, money at his disposal, someone who was expecting things of him. And at the top of the list, power. It’s entirely possible that Draco was skewed in the books by Harry’s jealousy.

Another note, if you’re the best friend of The Boy Who Lived and you were in cahoots with the boy he hated, would you tell The Chosen One? Hermione, for one, probably wouldn’t. She’s an extremely smart cookie. Basically, all I’m saying is there’s nothing to say that there wasn’t not anything going on between the Slytherin and the Gryffindor. That’s a mind twister.

The books were called “Harry Potter” for a reason. They were about Harry Potter. But in an epilogue, Harry Potter isn’t the only one that needs an ending. So if the epilogue was more along the lines of this...

“Hermione was double checking Scorpius’ bag, making sure he had all the things that she insisted he needed. Scorpius was looking around bored and Draco wrapped an arm lovingly around his wife’s waist. She was starting to show, her baby bump just starting to poke out under her cream sweater. Pregnancy left Hermione in a constant state of cold, which Draco always aided with warm blankets and cuddles. ‘Love, he has everything he could possibly need.’ Draco whispered into her ear. Hermione smiled and lowered the bag. Scorpius grabbed it. Hermione cooed one last time at Circinus, the large Blakiston's Fish Owl and arguably the rarest owl in the world. Draco had insisted in nothing but the best for his son. ‘Have fun Cor. And send us a letter every once and a while.’ Draco called as his son who was boarding the train. He gave a last wave to his parents before disappearing onto the Hogwarts Express. Hermione rested a head on Draco’s shoulder before waving to Harry...”

Can you imagine people’s reactions?! Everyone would have had whiplash so bad even the people who lived under a rock without Harry Potter would have felt it. This is because there was no point in which explaining how Hermione and Draco got together after the war would have made sense. It wasn’t about them. So, naturally, it made more sense to pair Hermione with the person the reader knew best besides Harry. (Because Harry had to officially become part of the family that he had been apart of since the beginning: The Weasleys)

I could write as many parts as I wanted about the evidence behind why Dramione would work, but in the end, it doesn’t really matter. Part of the fun of books is the creative freedom that comes with the What Ifs. Everyone is entitled to their own ships and opinions. Mine is that Dramione would totally work out and be the best romance story of the century. But that’s just me.

(But think about how much better it would have been with that ending...)

[lumos-malfoy]

um yes hello i'd like to inform everyone that draco malfoy is in fact a small ball of greatness

[psycho394]

UNPOPULAR OPINION :

Draco Malfoy is perhaps the darkest and shadiest character to feature in the Harry Potter books after Severus Snape. Honestly, Draco is not likeable throughout the course of the seven books because of his unfair meanness and prejudiced notions against the golden trio.

But it is not unreasonable. I think if no one remembers, Harry and Draco's animosity began with the fact that Draco insulted Ron on their first meeting at Hogwarts.

Now why did he do that?! Let's get to that point.

We all can see that Lucius Malfoy is an absolute insensitive, cold monster. He is blinded by his prejudices against the mud bloods and muggles. He is an ego maniac, who couldn't care less about his son's feelings. He had always fed Draco what is good or bad according to his judgement. Arthur Weasley and Lucius work in the ministry and its obvious how open minded Arthur is and how much interested he is in the muggles, which is entirely opposite for Lucius. The hatred was passed on to Draco through Lucius. Honestly I believe Draco is more jealous of Ron, and the Weasleys than he actually hates them. Everyone knows how accepting and loving the Weasleys are. Living in a cold environment as such as the Malfoy manor, with talks of the Dark Lord and death and genocide...., a child seeks love and warmth in a home. Time from his family. Care and affection. And he was completely ignored and kind of isolated from those pleasures because of his father and his queer obsession with propriety. Thus his unbound hatred for the Weasleys.

Draco knew that his father likes being friends with influential people, thus he knew being friends with Harry Potter would earn him some appreciation in the least, if not love. But with his quick negative remark about Ron and his family lost him Harry's friendship. Thus with every mistake Draco just grew bitter and bitter until the very end. He wanted to be better than Harry Potter. He wanted to be more popular than him. He wanted to be as loved as Ron Weasley was by his family. He wanted a true friend who cares for him like Hermoine Granger does for Harry and Ron, and not have blind followers like Crabbe and Goyle from familial obligations. He wanted to Slytherin to win the house cup and gain genuine favor from the teachers. He wanted some one to care for him like Hagrid. He wanted his father to care about him and his opinions and feelings. He wanted a normal life with happiness. But no. He didn't, he just lost and lost and lost. And that made him bitter and more envious and loathsome.

He never wanted the life that he had to live. He was afraid of the Dark Lord.

Draco was mean and selfish but not evil. His selfishness triggers his cruelty and coldness but he is not evil. He didn't wish to kill Dumbledore and he even couldn't see people dying. He was positively disturbed when a person was killed infront of him at the Malfoy manor. He didn't wish Harry or his friends to die, because however much he hated them, or pretended that he was superior to them, they were his friends. He was genuinely scared for them. He didn't wish more people to die. So he pretended that he didn't recognize Harry.

Later on he went to retrieve the cup and fight against them, but that is because he had no choice.

Draco Malfoy didn't have a choice.

Draco has done a lot of bad and unforgivable things but in no way he deserves to die. Some people say that "Draco Malfoy should have died" and stuff but I think that is absolutely unnecessary. I believe he got his chance at redemption and peace. He had to live on, the rest of his life, with trauma, regret and shame. That was both his punishment and relief. No more expectations and the Dark Lord. Just him and some space to breathe and live life like a normal wizard with a family to care for.

But because he was not evil, he could slowly revive from his bitterness. It was clearly mentioned that he had acknowledged Harry and the other's presence while having his son board the Hogwarts Express. He felt ashamed so he couldn't approach, but he was thankful so he did acknowledge them.

He is definitely a person who's character got destroyed purely due to the circumstances and his poor environment, like that of Tom Riddle Jr's, but he should not be blindly hated. He is a dark character and in no way should he be mistaken to be soft and kind and genuine. He is arrogant, mean and rude, but that doesn't make him cruel. Atleast not as much as certain people claim him to be. I am not a Draco Malfoy fan, but I always judge a character's both good and bad and I can appreciate the good. Recently I read a lot of hate comments which were absolutely unnecessary. He has done many many unforgivable things and he has recieved his punishment as well. He would never be able to look up with the other wizards and witches ever. But,

Draco deserves to be loved. Draco deserves happiness and peace.

Hopefully in an another alternate universe, Harry would find out why Draco is so mean. Would eventually fight with him then punch the truth out of him, help him cry, tell him that it is ok you be vulnerable and that no one is pitying him and that he would love to be friends with him if he would be nice to Ron and then would be friends with him. Draco would apologize to Ron. Hermoine will forgive. Ron will take time but eventually they will develop a wierd, awkward but cute bromance and the others soon will accept him. Okay, now i am rambling.....you can leave...ulp...

*sighs in fangirl*

PS : Atleast for the poor childhood he had there must be a proper compensation and recovery, because tht was the only thing which was not in his control. We all have a choice, always, but that was something where he genuinely could do nothing. Thus that's where my empathy arises for him.

[courageous-raven]

The Argument for Dramione Part II: The Thing About Ships and “The End”s

So, say you are walking down the street. You get to the corner. A big “THE END” flashes across the screen. Do you melt out of existence? Does your walk to Starbucks story end there? What’s to say you don’t fall off the curb, sprain your ankle and have to go in a crazy expensive ambulance because a Russian lady didn’t understand you saying that she didn’t need to call 911? Not only have you changed- your ankle is the size of a teenage grapefruit, but you have gained new knowledge and experience and now you’ll never trust an old Russian lady again. You’ll have tons of hospital bills too. This all happened because your story keeps going and didn’t end at the corner of 34th and Atlantic.

My point? If your story doesn’t end there, why should Hermione’s? Or Ron’s or Draco’s or Harry’s or any character in literature ever? Life will keep going, even after the author stops writing. The characters will change and evolve because that’s what people do. The way they are at the end of the book isn’t necessarily how they would be ten years from that point in their life.

This idea of people constantly changing even after the last page is also means that what they need out of a relationship and what they can put into one changes and fluctuates. This is where people get different opinions about what characters are most compatible.

Hermione and Ron may have been the perfect couple while they were at Hogwarts. 97% compatibility rate on one of those compatibility testers you download from the deep tween part of the app store. Twenty kids in the future or whatever. But would it stay true after Hogwarts and after the war?

How much a character changes though, does depend. It depends on internal and external environmental factors. This is especially true for the Harry Potter series because the Harry Potter series isn’t really a children’s fantasy series.

The Harry Potter series is a brutal war story about the effects of power and fear.

Ok so, J. K. Rowling stopped writing. She typed the epilogue up and sent it off to the editor. So what?

One of the things that aren’t really touched on during the books is the aftermath of the war. I’m not talking about what jobs the three decide to choose, because really they could have chosen anything. War is an ancient and brutal part of human history and nature and it has an effect on people. Aside from physical effects, veterans experience anxiety, PTSD, and depression- to list a few.

Another thing? Most of the characters were kids. So, Hermione in the books isn’t necessarily the Hermione that adult Hermione would be after the war. Hermione took the memory of her existence away from her loving parents. She had to live in a tent on the run. And then, in the end? She had to fight the very people she was so proud to be. She had to watch the people that had treated an eleven year old girl who had never felt like she belonged as instant family, die.

This is from where people go into different directions because their opinion of what she would be like and what she would need after the war differs. Personally, I think that what happened would greatly affect her. She would become more independent and withdraw into herself. She would be afraid of getting hurt again or hurting again. Her trust levels would almost be nonexistent. She wouldn’t ask for help, even when she needed it. She would feel guilty. Deep down, she might have wished to go back to the first time she was boarding the Hogwarts Express when things were simpler.

This is where Romione seems faulty to me. Ron needs someone who is as dependent on him as he is on them. Hermione couldn’t be that person for him. This is their downfall. Ron likes to feel needed. Hermione just doesn’t need him. But that’s just me. You might think otherwise.

Draco went through a lot during the war (see Part 1). In my opinion, Draco would look for something that doesn’t need him to be perfect. Someone who he can go to when the nights get cold but that he doesn’t have to stress about finding the perfect diamond for on Valentine’s Day. He needs someone that’s just as jagged and ruff on the edges as he always felt. Because, the real question is, what if their torn edges line up?

Basically, people don’t stay together just because that’s where they were during the epilogue. People change. The end won’t be the end. So next time a movie or book ends, where would you go from there?

Look out for Part III: The Story Isn’t Always All Of It