#drarry fanfic

[lilykonya]

Based on @ira-dunfort microfic. Thank you so much for letting me drawing this 🥰

[silverlight-art]

Okay, lately it’s just unavoidable—I always end up drawing these two 🙈🤣❤️ This time, the drawing is dedicated to the fanfiction *Shifting in the Sand* on AO3. I honestly don’t know who wrote it because it says it’s an orphan account, so if anyone knows, please let me know ✨️❤️

Anyway, I hope you like it 🥹❤️

[my-castles-crumbling]

anon request for drarry - it's drarry-ish! - drarry, jegulus, implied wolfstar - word count: 266

“Okay, everyone’s got their bets in?” James asked loudly, looking around the large room of people and holding up a Santa hat that jingled with coins. 

“James, don’t you think this is a little…much?” Regulus muttered from next to him, face twisting. “Betting on your son’s love life?”

But Lily chose that time to yell out, “You got my twenty on Luna, right?”

“Got it!” James shouted back, grinning and pointing at his ex-wife.

“And my fifteen on Ginny?” Sirius called as well. 

“It’s in here!” James replied.

This seemed to be reassurance enough for Regulus. “Fine. Fine, I want fifty on Draco, then.”

The whole room went quiet, James turning to his husband. “Draco? Are you sure, love? I mean, I know Harry’s bi, but of all the blokes, he could take home…”

Regulus rolled his eyes and snorted, “I’m sure. Potters have a type.”

At this, a few people in the room, Lily included, seemed to reconsider. But it was too late, as footsteps outside signalled Harry’s arrival with his new mystery partner. 

“Does anyone see anything?” Sirius hissed, craning his neck to see out the window as Regulus went to get the door.

“Blonde hair, perhaps?” Remus asked hopefully, as he, too, had bet on Luna Lovegood.

But a moment later, Regulus re-entered the sitting room looking absolutely smug. Because yes, the person on Harry’s arm did have blonde hair. 

But he also had gray eyes and a Malfoy-crest ring on his finger.

So Regulus gleefully took the Santa hat full of galleons without a word, while everyone welcomed Draco to Christmas dinner.

[ira-dunfort]

@drarrymicrofic | prompt: butt | word count: 50 (a first!)

"Boobs or butts, Potter?" Seamus asked him, quite sloshed and pouring more.

"Huh?" Harry blinked his eyes back into focus on the table he sat at.

"Do you prefer big boobs or a big butt?"

Harry's eyes drift back towards Draco three tables over, who is flat all over. "Neither?"

[darlingirly]

art for my fic, Over the Garden Wall

[noirblanc333]

“You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes” —Lady Lamb

Art: @raincy_z on Instagram

[cejavu0401]

new drarry crumbs

also ive had a drarry fic up on my ao3 for a while (since november) i just forgot i made it sorry..

https://archiveofourown.org/works/73953461

[itsmyfix]

Fan Fiction

a drarry microfic

“Hey, Malfoy?” Harry hummed, glancing up from his pile of work.

“What, Potter?”

“Have you ever heard the term ‘Drarry’?”

Draco bolted up in his seat, nearly knocking over his mug of coffee.

“W-what?” he croaked, dabbing at the fresh coffee stains on his latest expense report. Who taught him that?! “No, why? What does it mean?”

“Apparently it’s our ‘ship’ name. Draco and Harry. Drarry.”

“Ship? Like a boat? Did someone name a boat after us?” Draco asked, feigning innocence, hoping his blush wasn’t noticeable.

“That’s what I said too, but Teddy says it’s some sort of new slang. All the kids at Hogwarts are obsessed with this whole ‘shipping’ thing apparently.”

Harry furrowed his brow in thought. Draco wanted to crawl in a hole.

“Anyways, I guess it’s, like, short for ‘relationship’, like they take two people they think should be together and they ‘ship’ them.”

Draco blanched.

This isn’t happening.

“Kinda funny,” Harry laughed easily, as if he wasn’t speaking into existence Draco’s literal waking nightmare. “Teds says we are the most popular ship!”

“Is that so?” Draco responded blankly, his mouth dry.

“Yeah! And—”

Oh god, there’s more?!

“—there’s this thing called ‘fan fiction’ where—”

The rest of Harry’s explanation was drowned out by the high pitch ringing that filled Draco’s ears.

I prayed every night this day would never come. And yet.

“So anyways, apparently there’s this one really popular Drarry writer whose work has been making its rounds across Hogwarts—”

No. No, no, no. That’s it. God hates me. It’s the only explanation.

“Someone must’ve gotten it off their older sibling cuz Teddy says it can get a bit saucy at times, but he insisted it was really tastefully done.”

Draco gawked at him, and for the first time Harry began to blush.

“I-I mean, it’s so awkward, right?” he laughed nervously. “but I mean, I gotta admit, I’m a bit curious. Like in a morbid sort of way, y’know? Like, I just want to see what all the hype is about.”

Harry scratched the back of his neck, looking at Draco thoughtfully before continuing.

“So you wanna read it with me?” he asked, reaching into his bag and pulling out a bound stack of paper.

Draco gaped at the booklet laid out in front of him with a title he knew all too well.

“Just the first few pages, I mean,” Harry shrugged awkwardly. “Just to see if it’s any good or whatever. Figured you’d be a good judge since you write in your free time, right?”

Draco’s eyes flickered rapidly between the pages and the curious green eyes staring back at him.

“What kind of writing do you do anyways?”