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[steampunkserpent27]

Art by @biskueee for my WIP recovery fic. (Mature, currently 129K) -Do not repost/re-use-

[romeoandmesittinginatree]

So, @phoebedelia tagged me and I’ve never done this before so like. Bear with me. I think this is nine sentences? Ish?

I have no idea what I’m doing.

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The day Draco Malfoy died had been, by all accounts, a normal day. There had been no ominous messages, godly or otherwise to foretell the shocking turn of events.

Harry had woken up around 10am, dreadfully late for work and with a hangover that could kill a dragon (or perhaps a slightly monstrous bear, if we’re to be realistic).

He Apparated to the Ministry, studiously keeping out of sight from the Muggles (Hermione’s lectures leave a lasting impact on their victims).

He had not been in the mood to face the sour-faced welcome lady or the bloody lift announcer (it’d been on the fritz since the war and nobody could fix it. They’d tried) but he’d faced it head-on like the fucking Gryffindor he was.

So into the Auror Department he’d walked, wearing a badge that said “Henny Pooper” and Irene’s judgemental gaze fresh behind his eyelids with every fated blink.

Auror Robards had promptly handed him a file, a hangover potion (Merlin bless him), and a brief lecture.

Distracted by the unfortunately painful as fuck side effects of a Ministry-issued hangover potion, he only caught the tail end of Robards’ lecture.

“— Malfoy Manor. One fatality.”

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Am I supposed to tag people? If so, like. @theambitiousserpent & @itsjamethyst (I guess?)

I have no idea what I’m doing.

Also, you may or may not have caught the reference to a certain fic by @firethesound. The Light More Beautiful.

[evansdowneyxstony]

First of all...

HOW DARE YOU

[steampunkserpent27]

No More Ice Cream

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Nap rated: G CW: Veela Draco

Harry had just finished cooking dinner, when he stepped into the living room to tell Draco, only to find him sprawled out over the couch. He had one arm buried beneath his side, while the other was draped over his face, shielding his eyes from view. His wings were bent at an awkward angle, as they tried to avoid being crushed beneath him or against the cushions of the couch. He looked rather uncomfortable, as one leg was curled up against him, allowing the other to hang over the edge of the couch, his talons twitching, as he slept. Draco always took naps at the most inopportune of times. Still, he didn’t have the heart to wake him, as Draco was starting to snore, and he only snored when he was in a very deep sleep. Although, he was very sure Draco was going to be sore when he finally woke up, as he didn’t think his wings were meant to be in that position for very long. He would have moved them, but he didn’t think he could do so without waking him. There was a blanket lying in a crumpled heap beside the couch, which he assumed Draco had kicked off of himself. He picked it up and draped it over Draco, tucking it around his sides carefully. Draco inhaled sharply, before he mumbled, “No more ice cream.” He couldn’t help but smile, as he pressed a kiss against Draco’s forehead and then left him to sleep. 

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Don't Go

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: "Love" Rated: G CW: Love Confessions, Kissing Draco was nothing more than a silhouette in the distance, the faintest of outlines atop the crest of a hill. He was never going to make it in time. He was too far. Draco would be gone before he got there, and he’d have no way of reaching out to him, as he didn’t even know where he was heading. He tried to yell out, but the wind swallowed up his voice. Growing frantic, he threw red sparks into the air, hoping to get his attention. He could see Draco looking around, before he seemed to finally notice him. Relieved as he was, he still didn’t stop running, until he’d made it to Draco’s side, heaving for air. “Wait.” Draco looked less than pleased, as he repositioned the bag that was strewn around his shoulder. “I don’t have time for this, Potter. The Portkey’s about to leave.” His lungs still burned, as he forced himself to slow his breathing, so he could speak without gasping. “I know, but you can’t… You can’t leave. Please.” “Why? You know there’s nothing left for me here.” Draco’s eyes were growing suspicious. “Who put you up to this?” “No one did, but I couldn’t just let you disappear like that. Why didn’t you tell me?” “I didn’t think you’d care. You have your own friends, your own life.” “I thought we were friends!” He snapped, unable to keep the desperation out of his voice. Draco’s eyebrows furrowed, his lip twitching. “I thought it was just for show. I didn’t think you actually liked spending time with me.” “You’re really dense sometimes, you know that?” Draco’s lips curled into a sneer. “That’s rich, coming from you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco let out a sharp huff and shook his head. “I’ve got to go, Potter.” “Wait.” “Why?” “Because I… I think I love you.” Draco’s agitated expression slipped, revealing shock and a brief moment of softness, as he stared over at him. “What?” He nearly grimaced, as he started to realize that it was very possible that Draco wanted nothing to do with him, and he’d only managed to make a fool of himself by coming out here. He’d been so caught up in his revelation about what his feelings meant, only to find out from Pansy that Draco was leaving the country immediately after, that he’d not had a moment to actually think about what he was doing. How could he? He had to stop Draco from vanishing from his life forever, but what if Draco didn’t want to be a part of his life, what could he do then? “I… I think I love you.” He repeated, unsure of what else to say, as there was nothing else to say. If Draco didn’t love him, and he still wanted to leave, he wouldn’t try to stop him. Draco was still just gawking at him, disbelief clear in his eyes. “You… You do?” He nodded, waiting for Draco to say something. There was a long pause, before Draco suddenly rushed forwards and crushed him in a hug, lifting him up into the air, while his face flushed pink from the cold, or at least, he thought that had to be why. “You couldn’t have told me this before I paid for the Portkey?” “Well, I… I sort of just figured it out.” He mumbled, his feet dangling below him, as Draco squeezed the life out of him. Draco shook his head, a blinding and unguarded smile lighting up his face. He didn’t think he’d ever seen Draco like that before, so happy and open. “And you call me dense.” He couldn’t help but smile, as Draco’s glee was contagious, even if he had just insulted him, again. “So… Do you uhm… Like me?” He asked, even if Draco’s enthusiastic behavior would make no sense otherwise.

“Of course, I love you, you idiot. I’ve been dropping hints for the past four months. At first, I thought you were just being a bit thick, and then I thought you were intentionally ignoring me.” Draco released him and stepped back, his bag having dropped off of his shoulder, hanging off the crook of his arm. “Oh. I… I didn’t…” His voice died away, as he knew he was only proving Draco right. “You could’ve been more clear.” “I was plenty clear, Potter.” Although, Draco was still smiling. “You really ran all the way out here just to stop me?” He nodded, his heart pounding away in his chest, as he found himself staring at Draco’s lips, which were still parted slightly and seemed to be chapped from the cold. Draco let out a breathy laugh, which caused puffs of frosty air to swirl around them, as he shook his head. “You’re unbelievable. What would you have done if I’d already left?” “Cry, I guess?” Draco let out an amused huff and chewed on his bottom lip, his eyes lingering on him, while something fragile and delicate blossomed beneath his grey irises. “I think I’d rather like to kiss you.” He could feel himself starting to blush, as he nodded, losing the ability to speak. Draco’s lips were so close, and his breath was so warm and gentle against his skin, all he wanted was to be closer. So, he leaned forwards, letting their lips brush. There was a sharp, cracking pop, causing both of them to leap apart, as the Portkey vanished. “So.” Harry asked, feeling as if he might collapse at any moment. “You still want to leave?” Draco cleared the distance between them with one long stride, curling a hand against his cheek, as he let their lips linger right beside each other. “I think I can find it in myself to stick around.” He let out a content hum and tilted his head forwards, letting them finish the kiss that had been rudely interrupted.

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Ferrets and Chocolate

For @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Sweet Treats Rated: G CW: Ferret Draco Harry had just finished twisting the last parcel of sweets closed with sparkly twine and set it beside the rest to be sent out later that day. They were meant to be gifts for all of his friend's kids, as he knew they liked to receive little goodies like that for Valentine's Day. Of course, they were also given plenty of chocolate from their respective parents, but it didn't hurt to get a little extra, right? He wasn't the one who had to deal with the aftermath, so he figured it'd be fine. The only problem was every time he stepped away, Draco kept trying to steal one of the packages. He had shooed him away countless times, chastising him for trying to steal candy from children, but he didn't seem to be giving up any time soon. He hurried into the other room, trying to find a few pieces of parchment that he could write his letters on, before Draco could descend upon his carefully constructed treats. Stepping back into the kitchen, he found a white, fuzzy ferret attacking one of his bags of sweets. The animal was tugging against the plastic that was twisted together at the top and attempting to drag the entire sack away, although he seemed to be struggling, as he wasn't moving much at all. "What did I tell you?" The ferret froze and released the treats, his white legs scurrying, as he attempted to flee. His body whipped side to side as he ran, much too long for his stubby, little legs. Although, he soon reached the edge of the counter and looked as if he was going to jump to the floor. So, Harry hurried over and caught him mid-air, receiving an angry squeal in response. "You're going to break your bones. Would you stop leaping off of tall surfaces?" He set ferret Draco back on the floor, watching as he attempted to run, only for his feet to slip and skid against the tile. Even though he was thoroughly amused with what he was seeing, he took pity on him and picked him back up, carrying him into a carpeted area. "I'll make you some sweets, okay? Just stop trying to steal them from the kids." Ferret Draco leapt into the air and spun around, as soon as he was set back down, proceeding to run joyous laps around their living room.

[steampunkserpent27]

Art for my WIP recovery fic, which you can read here. (Mature, 139K) Art by @jittery-wisp