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50 words for @drarrymicrofic prompt Inhale
Ron tosses a jumper at Harry. “You forgot this in the office.”
Harry catches it. “Cheers.”
“Found Malfoy sniffing it. Had his whole face in it.”
Harry’s cheeks go red. He tries not to react.
“I gave it a once-over. Didn’t smell weird or anything.” Ron shrugs. “Bit odd, yeah?”
Rule
@drarrymicrofic prompt
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"... not guilty!"
The words echo in Draco's ears, a melody to the pounding of blood, blocking everything else out.
His gaze lifts numbly. Instantly meets green eyes that blaze with triumph, though a softness peeks through that Draco suspects is just for him.
Everything is a blur. He doesn't quite understand how he gets out of the hearing room. It's more likely he was moved.
What he does know is that there are strong, familiar arms wrapping around him. The same arms that have held him together for the past year.
"You're free." The words tremble with giddiness. The ruling still has not set in, but Draco tries to absorb Harry's words anyway. "You're free. Draco, love, everything will be okay."
And maybe, just maybe, if those arms are willing to continue holding him upright, everything just might be.
closet panic
for the @drarrymicrofic prompt inhale
Pansy finds him in the back of the cramped cloakroom behind the rail of coats, sat on the floor with his legs awkwardly bent at the knee like a baby Bowtruckle who hasn’t quite figured out how to use all its limbs. His trousers are rucked up to the ankles, green polka dot socks exposed. One of his shoelaces is undone.
He’s breathing into a paper bag. It’s dotted with grease and it’s full of pastry crumbs.
She knows this because she watched him stuff it into his pocket when they snuck out of the office for a cheeky takeaway coffee earlier that morning. Apparently it’s made it all the way to Granger’s birthday party.
“Well,” she says, glancing around the tight space. “Never thought I’d find you hiding in one of these again.”
He inhales deeply and removes the bag from his mouth. There’s a crumb stuck to his bottom lip.
“I think I’m dying.”
“Crikey, are you really? Should I alert someone?”
Draco groans, his head thunking back against the wall behind him. “No. Let me die in peace. It’s what I deserve.”
“Okay, darling. Why are you dying, exactly?”
Draco closes his eyes and pulls in a bracing breath. “I said something utterly awful to Potter.”
“Okay,” she says slowly. “And?”
Pansy leans against the doorframe and glances over her shoulder. The party’s bustling. Chatter rises above the music, which to her ears is nothing more than a rhythmic bassline she can feel right in the centre of her chest. Amongst the sea of bodies, there’s a craning head, the lenses of his glasses briefly reflecting the sparkling lights. A beacon.
She squints at Draco. “What did you say?”
Draco doesn’t open his eyes. “I said… oh, god. I said, I would very much like to sit on your face.”
Pansy barks a laugh. “Well well well. Someone’s had more than their fair share of Gigglewater.”
“I’ve been spiked,” Draco groans miserably. He looks a little green. “Someone’s drugged me with some sort of… amorous concoction.”
“Are you sure it’s not just because Potter’s got new glasses and had a shave?”
He shakes his head a little too hard.
“Well. Don’t panic, but—he’s coming over.” Pansy grins and steps away from the doorframe, gesturing for Harry to come closer.
Not that she has to. He’s walking with intent.
“What!?”
“In you go,” she says as she grabs Harry by the arm and pushes him inside. He looks down at Draco with, what she thinks, is an exasperated—fond—grin. He’s blushing, too. It looks good on him. “You boys need some privacy to hash this out, I suspect.”
She closes the door, pats it, and turns on her heel.
“Granger? Can I get you another drink?”
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thank you @getawayfox for giving this a wee read over!
"Expect"
Written for @drarrymicrofic weekly prompt "Expect" | 265 words | Summer bingo squares: dialogue-only, mpreg, omegaverse, Azkaban, pureblood culture, rated G
"I don't know what more you want from me, mother." "To do your duty, as all Pureblood heirs must." "And haven't I done just that? Landed the perfect Alpha and gotten him to impregnate me—" "If you think the Potter boy—" "Lucius, please. Let me handle this. Draco, your father and I are grateful. Your union with Harry Potter will do wonders for regaining our rightful place in society, regardless of our personal opinions on his suitability as your mate." "And I suppose it doesn't even matter to you that he makes me happy?" "Happiness is a luxury not every Omega can expect. That you've found it despite the odds, well, as your mother of course that matters." "How could he possibly make you happy? That half-blood knows nothing of our ways." "Unbelievable! You'd both still be in Azkaban if it weren't for Harry. As you both enjoy your own luxuries, I hope you remember it's his mercy that allows you to have even a semblance of the life you think you're owed." "Draco, darling—" "I can't stay and listen to him, mother. I won't. I'm leaving." "Back to that muggle flat, no fit place for my son—" "Lucius, stop it, please. Draco, don't go. Bopsi has made a splendid lunch, and I wanted to show you the orchids that bloomed this morning." "I can't. If you want to be a part of your grandchild's life, I suggest you find a way to let go of this outdated bigotry. We're not raising him like this. When you're ready to change, you know where to find me."
Thanks for the speedy, encouraging alpha @smugrobotics
@drarrymicrofic | prompt: brave | 100 words
Thanks to @megreads99 for betaing
Harry thought he was fit enough, but he’s panting by the time he reaches Potions.
Malfoy looks up, face morphing into unholy glee.
“Oh, Potter,” he tsks, eyes alight. “You’re so brave to show up like this.”
Harry looks down. Okay, yeah. He forgot his robes and his tie is undone around his neck. He’s in Muggle clothes and his hair probably looks like it’s been electrocuted. He’s sweating.
Malfoy leans closer, intent. “Who were you fucking?”
Filth from Malfoy’s mouth shouldn’t sound so appealing. The words are enunciated, slow, and crisp. Harry feels his face grow hot.
“I overslept!”
50 words for @drarrymicrofic prompt Fold
Draco stomps upstairs. Harry calls after him.
Silence.
Harry sighs, paces for a while. Brushes his teeth, climbs into bed.
Draco’s back is a wall.
Harry tosses and turns.
A warm foot grazes his ankle. Harry stills. Light touch, again. Not a coincidence.
He shifts, lets Draco fold into him.
50 words for @drarrymicrofic prompt Overdrive
Harry’s never kissed a man before.
Malfoy bites his lip, pulls him closer, asks for more. Like Harry knows what he’s doing.
The light in the pub loo is too bright. Harry’s hands won’t stop shaking, he can’t get enough of Malfoy’s mouth, mean, swollen, demanding.
Harry wants to give him everything.
50 words for @drarrymicrofic prompt Switch
They pull names out of a hat. Harry resists rolling his eyes at the Ministry’s idea of fun.
Draco draws, lips twitch, hides it well.
Hannah, next to Harry, does not. “Ugh. Impossible to buy for.”
Harry sees the name on her slip.
“Switch with me,” he whispers, too quickly.
