#drarry slash

[infinitedrarry]

harry: *spills his inkwell all over his potions essay*

harry, mutters: fuck you.

draco, across the library: yes, please.

harry:

draco:

harry: what

draco: what

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Snow Globe

If Harry had known he was going to be snowed in at work, he would have hoped that it would be with Anna, who could make little pictures in the lattes. Or Martha, who always gave him chocolates.

He even would have been happy with the night guy, Travis, who always smelled like Cheetos and called women 'females'.

Anybody would have been better than Draco Malfoy.

No matter what Harry did, no matter how many times he came in early or stayed late, offered to give Draco extra breaks, cleaned without being asked, the tension was still as palpable as ever.          

The animosity between them had been absolute from the first day, when Harry had arrived for his first real shift at the café. He’d found Draco rifling through the breakfast bar, meticulously lining up the napkins and arranging the straws.

"I'm Harry." Harry held out his hand. “Where do you want me?”    

Draco glared at Harry’s hand. "Hands carry bacteria. Make sure you wash yours. Your fingernails are filthy."

"I--"

"I'm going to put you on kitchen duty." He gestured to the plates and mugs stacked in the sink. "Try not to break anything."

"Oh, okay do I--"

"What?'

"Do you want me to clock in first, or--"

"I don't give a shit if you get paid, Potter."

And that's the way it was. Harry tried his best to be as kind as possible, going out of his way to do work without being asked, to never ask for anything, but none of it seemed to have an effect. Draco belittled him constantly, nitpicking every tiny detail. Harry folded the napkins incorrectly. He didn’t set out the mugs with the handles facing out. He packed the breakfast bar too slowly.  And, when he couldn't find something to criticize, Draco would just stand there, breathing deeply through his nose, until he finally muttered something about the restroom and stormed off.

Harry couldn’t understand why Draco hated him so much. With the other managers, Harry had never had a problem. Even Pansy, who everyone said was impossible, got on with him just fine. No one else seemed to be annoyed by him, to have a problem with the way he stacked the dishes or whistled while he waited for the espresso machine to warm up in the morning.

After a couple weeks, Harry finally got the courage to ask one of the other managers, Blaise, about it.

"So—Draco. What’s his deal?"

"Malfoy?" Blaise laughed. "Ignore him. He's been an ass to everyone since he got dumped by his girlfriend."

"When was that?"'

"Last year." Blaise rolled his eyes. "He's decided that since she doesn't love him, he can't ever love, blah blah blah...your basic indie rom com moody bullshit."

"Oh. Who was he dating?'

Blaise leaned in. "Anna."

"Anna? But isn't she with--"

"George? Yeah. They met here. It was very dramatic. Like Lady and the Tramp."

"So--"

"So basically, Anna dumped him, and he never got over it. And it ruined their friendship, and nobody would talk to him, and now, well--seems like he's taking it out on you."

"But why take it out on me? Why isn’t he mad at Anna?”

Blaise shrugged.

"So he's just a dick, then?" He ran a hand through his hair as Draco walked through the door, his aviators pushed back into his fine blond hair. He seemed to wear the black uniform like it was a personal charge to look as stylish as possible, and with his combat boots, he was pulling it off perfectly. The sunlight seemed to catch him as he walked into it, lending him a silvery glow. Harry felt his stomach drop.

“Is he really bothering you?" Blaise asked. "I'll talk to him. He doesn't scare me."

"No, it's fine." Harry watched Draco's long fingers punch in his ID code. "Really."

But Blaise must have done something, because after that, Harry rarely worked with Draco. It was usually only if their shifts overlapped; Harry coming in for the evening, Draco finishing out the morning. There was one memorable time when Harry had covered Ron's morning shift with Draco, and they’d been forced to work together for four hours. They didn't say a word to each other the entire time.

Harry was just starting to think that this job was...bearable. He got free drinks, and the customers were nicer than most. No one was yelling at him or telling him that he needed to make something of his life, and his coworkers were kind and outgoing and didn't seem all that gossipy. So what if he had a problem with one coworker? He could avoid him, and life would go on…

Then the ice storm hit. The worst in recorded history, especially for this far south.

In this part of Texas, snow was a fairytale: far-fetched and fantastic. Everyone spoke about the snow in hushed tones, as though speaking about it too much would scare the winter miracle away. People told stories about how the air smelled different, of were children on toboggans, the whole world was at a standstill.

Harry thought of the snow as magic, something that only arrived every decade or so, that always marked something important. The last snowstorm had been on his thirteenth birthday, and he'd kissed his first crush, Cedric Diggory, behind the snowman they'd built together, their lips tasting of Chapstick and ice.

There had been a chance of snow this weekend, but Harry hadn’t taken it seriously. The forecasters said it might snow nearly every winter, and they were always wrong. Nothing like that was going to happen, especially in Texas.

When Harry walked outside to a winter wonderland, he realized how wrong he was.

Harry shouldn't have come into work. Sure, the café was open, but it was always open. Harry had only been able to get there because he lived half a mile away, and it was still a half-mile of biting wind and numb fingers and riding his bike as carefully as he could over all the ice.

When he'd opened the door and found the cafe dark and Draco sitting with his arms crossed at one of the tables, his heart sank.

"Took you long enough," Draco said. "I'm heading out."

"You don't think people are seriously going to come in this?'

"I think that we aren't paid to sit around."

"You were just sitting when I got--"

"Just go count your bills at the register.""

Harry stopped. The last thing he needed was to antagonize Draco and get fired. Maybe work would be boring, but at least it was warm. He could barely feel the tips of his fingers, and his toes felt like blocks of ice. "Okay."

They worked around each other in almost complete silence, save for the ambient sounds of the café’s indie playlist. Harry hated the quiet--he missed Anna's relentless chatter, or Ron's attempts to create new songs over the 'deep, introspective melodies. He missed being able to laugh.

It was right when Harry had finished counting the bills, and Draco had already clocked out, that both their phones started going off.

"Emergency Winter Storm Warning." Harry said aloud. "All roads closed.'

"What? How am I supposed to get home?"

"I have a bike, so I should be good." Harry said. "You can--stay with me if you need to."

Draco ignored him. "We're supposed to be closed." Draco shook his head. "Why the Hell corporate would even make me come into this godforsaken--"

"So--I can go home, right?'

"Of course--I'm so sorry." and for the first time, Draco looked genuinely apologetic. “Get home safe.”

“Okay, bye.”

“Later.” But instead of following Harry out the door, Draco simply moved to a table and sat, still scrolling through his phone.

Harry grabbed his coat, unable to believe his luck, and dashed out the door, only to skid all the way into his bike, sending it, and himself, tumbling to the ground

"Shit," Harry muttered, clutching his knee.

"Oh, hell no," said a voice, and Harry looked up to see Draco, sliding a foot experimentally across the ice. He looked over at his car, an old Mustang, which was caked in snow and ice. "Shit." He said. "Shit, shit, shit."

"There's a lot of that going around." Harry called.

Draco looked over at him, frowning, as though he had forgotten he was there. "Come inside. There's no way anyone should be on the road right now."

"But I only live a half mile away.” Harry hauled his bike up and tried to roll it, then nearly fell as he slid on the ice again. “I can walk--"

"Inside."

Harry limped inside, resting his bike against the wall just on the inside of the door. In spite of Draco’s hostility, he was somewhat grateful for delaying the inevitable trek in the snow. It was freezing, and he could already feel a bruise forming on his knee. Maybe it would be smart to stay in until the roads thawed out. There were sure to be dozens of accidents in weather like this.

Although, Harry thought to himself. Being locked in a confined space with Draco Malfoy might be even more dangerous than iced-out roads.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

HERE WE GO Y’ALL KEEP READING. WASH YOUR HANDS. TELL ME IF YOU LIKE IT SO I FEEL VALID. 

Chapters: 7/8

Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Drarry - Fandom, Harry Potter - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Corona Virus - Freeform, quarantine au, Hogwarts, Post-Canon, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Disease, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Character Turned Into Vampire, Hogwarts Eighth Year Summary:

It's the seventh year of Hogwarts for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and everyone else who survived the Second War with Voldemort. Everyone's gearing up for spring break, when a curious disease called Corona Virus starts spreading through the magical and muggle communities.

Stuck in Hogwarts for spring break, Draco and Harry suddenly find themselves facing the most harrowing enemy of all: Quarantine. Together.

Harry just wants to heal from the trauma he suffered during the war with Voldemort, to come to terms with the guilt and distance he has built between himself and everyone else.

For Draco, quarantine means staying away from his sickly mother, and being unable to interact with a large human population. which is a serious problem if you're an extrovert, or a vampire...

With only each other to focus on, Harry and Draco have never hated each other more. They hate each other so much, they might finally figure out that they're actually in love...

Disclaimer: I realize this is a sensitive subject, so please, feel free to not read this if you think it's too upsetting or timely. I'm just trying to find a way to keep occupied during quarantine, and I thought it might be fun..

[shesabookyoucantputdown]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

THE NEW CHAPTER IS UP. GET READY TO FEEL THINGS. HAVE A GREAT TIME. COUGH INTO YOUR ELBOW. STOP TAKING ALL THE TOILET PAPER. Chapters: 6/8 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Drarry - Fandom, Harry Potter - Fandom Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Albus Dumbledore, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Corona Virus - Freeform, quarantine au, Hogwarts, Post-Canon, Post-Second War with Voldemort, Disease, Vampire Draco Malfoy, Character Turned Into Vampire, Hogwarts Eighth Year Summary:

It's the seventh year of Hogwarts for Harry, Ron, Hermione, Draco, and everyone else who survived the Second War with Voldemort. Everyone's gearing up for spring break, when a curious disease called Corona Virus starts spreading through the magical and muggle communities.

Stuck in Hogwarts for spring break, Draco and Harry suddenly find themselves facing the most harrowing enemy of all: Quarantine. Together.

Harry just wants to heal from the trauma he suffered during the war with Voldemort, to come to terms with the guilt and distance he has built between himself and everyone else.

For Draco, quarantine means staying away from his sickly mother, and being unable to interact with a large human population. which is a serious problem if you're an extrovert, or a vampire...

With only each other to focus on, Harry and Draco have never hated each other more. They hate each other so much, they might finally figure out that they're actually in love...

Disclaimer: I realize this is a sensitive subject, so please, feel free to not read this if you think it's too upsetting or timely. I'm just trying to find a way to keep occupied during quarantine, and I thought it might be fun..

[slytherin-team-captoin]

Does anyone know of someone willing to Beta a fic for me?

[slashtheist]

Finally, I was inspired enough to make a video about Draco and Harry again ;). This is an AU to the events at Malfoy Manor - Voldemort forces Draco to torture Luna and Ollivander, but Draco refuses and is tortured himself instead of them. As he disobeyed the Dark Lord he is sent to Malfoy Manor prison together with Luna and Ollivander. When Harry, Ron and Hermione is captured and brought to the manor, Harry meets Draco in the dungeons and they have conversation, which eventually leads to Draco escaping the grounds of Malfoy manor with Harry and the others. They become close and together they fight Voldemort. -- Sorry for the mix of British and American accents, obviously there was nothing I could about that. But at least they really do have a talk with each other, right? ;) Btw. don’t forget to watch in HD! Sapph.

--- Can I officially join the Drarry club on Tumblr now? :D