#durmstrang!draco

[jjuuppiter]

all i ever wanted was a life in your shape (strawberry blond, mitski)

[hihiyas]

*arrives 15 minutes late with a Starbucks*

[juxtaposedmusings]

“They stand staring at each other for a moment as she takes in the way the scar alters the near-perfect symmetry of his face. He doesn’t look as delicate anymore, his appearance is no longer like that of a uniformed figurine found on the shelf of a curio cabinet. He looks human. Not so eerily, coolly perfect.”

- Let The Dark In - @senlinyu

[batsrxute]

having a crush on Cedric and Cho is hardwork but now the cute Durmstrang boy?? smh Harry’s a simp. He should’ve asked him to the Yule Ball.

[rachelsquill]

Dramione art commission I did for @catriswrites for their fanfic “To Let Him Win.” Check it out in their bio!

[shayera-the-magpie]

One of my sources of serotonin

[ardently-fond]

Durmstrang!Draco AU

Based on this post and this post. (They’re amazing!)

“Father, we need to talk.” Draco says one day as he politely sits in front of Lucius’ study desk.

“Yes, Draco?”

“Do you know this year is the year when The Triwizard Tournament will be held?” Draco asks innocently, being sly is one of his strongest suits, so he will hold onto that until his father agrees to his desire.

“Yes, I am quite informed about that. May I ask why did you bring it up?” Draco maintains his posture to ooze confidence and certainty.

“I wish to watch the tournament, Father.” Lucius looks at him sharply at that.

“Draco, are you aware of what you’re asking right now?”

“Yes, Father. I am quite informed about the details and rules, but I still want to watch it.” Lucius narrows his eyes at Draco, but Draco keeps his foot on his ground, showing his father that this is not open for discussion. Draco wants to watch the tournament –no, he needs to watch the Tournament- and so, he will.

“And may I ask why this becomes very important for you?”

“You turned down my invitation to Hogwarts, Father, it’s only fair that I get to see the castle once since I have become a very good student at your chosen school.” Draco throws his ace card.

“Draco…” Lucius sighs, “we have been over this fight a dozen of times.”

“Yes, and we have established that I’m not at Hogwarts because of your personal reasons. Father, let me be there, and I will let go of this grudges. I will still cheer for Durmstrang anyway.” Draco shrugs nonchalantly; he can see the resolves in his father’s eyes crumble. Lucius closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose before sighing, and staring back at Draco.

“Okay, fine, but this will be the end of your Hogwarts obsession. I will see what I can do.” Draco lets himself smiles at that.

“Thank you, Father.”

*

Somehow pulling connection is one of the best things a Malfoy can do, especially when Lucius is a very close friend of Igor Karkaroff, Durmstrang’s Headmaster, and also ex Death Eater. On the day Durmstrang leaves to Hogwarts, Draco is also boarded on the ship. Well, Draco’s connection is also seemed very wide as he’s witnessed to be chatting with Victor Krum’s inner circle inside the ship, -yes, Victor Krum, one of the best and the youngest Quidditch players the Wizarding world has ever known of.

They arrive at Hogwarts, just with a spare hour or two before the first night dinner feast is going to be held, giving them less than the much needed time to settle down and get ready for their entrance. Draco is on the very back, being the last one that will enter Hogwarts’ Great Hall, wearing the Durmstrang red coat with pride, two torches on his hand, ready for their closing attraction. Helen is four steps ahead of him, winking from her shoulder to Draco, definitely oozing confidence and power. Draco only rolls his eyes; Helen is one of his closest friends since they are actually in the same age. She also forced her parents to let her be here because she wants to finally meet Albus Dumbledore –Hogwarts’ Headmaster, her favourite wizard of all time.

Beauxbaton has finished their charming entrance, and now the Headmaster himself is presenting the Durmstrang students. Igor Karkaroff walks inside with something that only can be described as an aura of power and danger. Victor and the rest of the line come right behind, smashing their staffs to the stone floor, creating magical spark while projecting their pride of Durmstrang. Helen walks in, many eyes turn towards her as she creates sparks and lines of fire with her short staffs –both powerful and graceful, her charming eyes sweep the room as her lips lift up in a small smirk, fire illuminates her dark red hair, and red coat brushes the air with a strong gracefulness. Helen moves like a fucking feline, and she bloody knows how gorgeous and dangerous she is. Draco steps into the room, long legs leap in strong, powerful motions, body twirls and flips in the air, both hands creating large burst of fire by blowing his torches, and just after everyone is finished with their tricks, Draco smirks as he creates a living, flying dragon with his fire, letting the creature swoops the place before vanishing with a wide circle of fire on the great hall ceilings.

Draco finds one intense stare being directed at him, two green orbs that holds his eyes captive, hidden behind glasses, but definitely projecting a sense of awe. Draco smirks before bowing while still maintaining the gaze between him and the boy with spectacular green eyes. Draco’s smirk only gets smugger when the boy’s cheeks reddened, and he abruptly cuts the eye contact, now staring intently at his black robe. Draco Malfoy wants the green eyed boy.

*

Harry Potter. The green eyed boy with disheveled jet black hair whom Draco fancy is Harry bloody Potter, The Boy Who Live, The Boy Who Killed The Dark Lord, and now one of The Triwizard Tournament’s champions. Draco is not quite sure as how he will get closer to the boy, but he’ll get his chance. For now, he’ll let himself be impressed that Harry Potter is the youngest Triwizard’s champion this year despite the rule about being 17 or older.

*

Harry Potter is feeling some very bizarre things in his life right now, more bizarre than getting almost killed by a dark powerful wizard three years in a row, much more bizarre than Ron being mad at him for being in the tournament which could actually kill him. Harry thinks he just might fancy a boy. A boy. How bizarre is that? At first he believes that he had a crush on Cho Chang, but then this boy swooped in with his bloody agile legs and with all the bloody dragon fire, he took a look at the boy, and just like that, he is trapped inside the sharp grey eyes, which was illuminated by the fire. He was bloody gorgeous, if Harry might have a say in how he looked like that first night. And Harry thinks, he might just fancy the boy.

But the boy gets closer. At first, he’s just always lounging with Krum and the other red haired girl, but then he starts getting closer. And closer.

“The name’s Draco Malfoy. You must be Harry Potter.” He started one morning after sitting down beside Harry in the Gryffindor table, offering a hand to shake and a smile. Harry swore he looks more gorgeous up close, with sharp jaw, high cheekbones, and bright grey eyes. Harry takes his hand, and he was absurdly reluctant to let go. The next thing that surprise Harry is he supports him, like he’s actually one of Hogwarts’ students instead of Durmstrang. He yells for Harry’s name when he was fighting the dragon in the first task, and he wears the Go, Potter! pin on his coat before the second task even starts.

“You’re supposed to cheer for our champion, Malfoy.” Harry has heard the red haired girl reprimands him in a tired voice one day. Draco Malfoy then cheers for Krum, but he also wears the bloody pin to support Harry.

Holy beard of Merlin, how can he not fancy the Durmstrang git?

*

“Going to the library again, Viktor?” Harry has heard Malfoy’s voice one day before he makes his turn on the hallway. His feet stops before his mind can catch up, his hands stop Ron, forbidding him to move even one step. Harry watches Malfoy and Krum both walking leisurely in the hallway, Malfoy snickering about Krum going to the library to see the famous Hermione Granger everyday while Krum is admitting defeat in silent with a red face. Harry smiles softly, he likes the way Malfoy’s platinum hair glows under the sunlight, with his coat neatly fastened –he looks calm and collected, but also strong, and little bit dangerous. Harry Potter likes it all. Ron groans heavily beside him.

“Not you, too!” Harry blinks dumbly at Ron.

“What?”

“Look, I’d understand if it was Krum, with him being all strong muscle and Quidditch top player, but that ponce, Malfoy? Really, Harry? He’s like this snobby arrogant little shit, you know that.” Ron says, which makes Harry frowns.

“We all act like little shits sometimes, Ron.” Then Harry grins while resuming his walk and dragging Ron with him by the shoulders. “Cheer up, it’s not like he fancies me too, you know?” But oh boy how wrong he was, because two weeks later Draco Malfoy is boldly striding to intercept Harry’s track on the hallway before he can get inside his dorm.

“Malfoy.” Harry nods with a polite smile as he doesn’t quite know what to do. Malfoy smiles right back with an unusual anxiety inside his grey eyes. Harry decides that nervousness does not fit with Malfoy’s feature. “May I help you?” Harry finally asks when Malfoy doesn’t say anything. Draco takes a visible gulp before asking.

“Harry Potter, would you do me the honor to escort you as a Triwizard Champion to the Yule Ball?” Malfoy once again offers his hand for Harry to take, but this time Harry is rendered speechless. He feels like he has been gob smacked by something hard on his face.

“W-wh-what?” he stutters quietly, eyes wide at the blond boy in front of him, the subject of his crush, and the biggest factor of him feelings many bizarre things. “WHAT?” Harry finally explodes, which makes Draco smiles as he rolls his eyes. He takes one step closer to Harry –Merlin, too close, this is too close! And then another one until they barely have any space between them. Harry can feel the heat of Draco’s body, Draco’s warm breaths are grazing the shell of his ear, making Harry’s spine shivers delightfully –weird, but delightful. Harry realizes that he doesn’t want Draco to step back. Until Draco suddenly talks right beside Harry’s ear, voice quiet and low, making Harry’s breath stuck in his throat.

“I say, would you go to the ball with me, Harry Potter?” Draco dares his luck and lets his lips brush Harry’s ear in a feather like touch. Harry’s breathe hitches once more, which makes Draco steps back with a wide smile on his face. Harry can only gulps twice in a desperate attempt to dampen his throat, before looking back at the calm and composed boy in front of him. Harry needs to get out of here.

“Y-yeah, okay, yeah.” Harry stutters quickly before running to the Fat Lady painting, saying his password, and finally locking himself safely inside the Gryffindor common room. Fuck, this is not good. Harry has a crush as big as the Durmstrang ship toward the little ponce, called Draco Malfoy. Fuck.

*

Draco waits for Harry in front of the Great Hall that has been transformed into a very beautiful ballroom, full with white lights, and white dance floor, one table is full with glasses of wine, and the other with self refilled glasses of water. Viktor waits for his date patiently beside him, huh Draco never thought he actually has the guts to ask Granger to the ball, but then Viktor also bet Draco doesn’t have the gut to ask Harry to the ball. Helen is already inside with two of Durmstrang’s boys, she doesn’t need a date, she has two bloody gorgeous bodyguards beside her for the night. Viktor finally smiles widely as the beautiful lady descends from the stone staircase, wrapped in a gorgeous blue dress, with her hair curls softly, framing her heart shaped face, Hermione Granger definitely has outdone even many girls tonight. Draco smiles politely as Granger nods at him. All those shenanigans somehow make Draco missed the entrance of his own date.

Harry Potter looks bloody gorgeous in dress robe. His hair for once is tamer than the usual –still disheveled, but looks sexier than the usual I-don’t-have-a-time-to-actually-brush-my-hair. The green eyes looks brighter, more captivating than ever. Draco’s feet move on their own accord until he stops in front of the boy.

“You clean up nice.” Draco smiles at him. Draco takes note on how easily flustered Harry is, his cheeks redden in a matter of second.

“Uh, uhm…” he clears his throat before continuing “You too, look nice, I mean.” Harry stutters once again which makes Draco grins. He likes making Harry at lost for words. So, like the well bred pureblood that he is, he leans down to kiss Harry’s hand, before offering his arm for Harry to take. When he finally holds Draco’s arm, it feels like Harry is holding for his lifeline, Draco smiles at him.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you trip on your first dance.” With that Draco walks inside the Great Hall, escorting the one and only Harry Potter in his arm.

*

After the Yule Ball, Harry and Draco are rarely seen alone. They got oh so much closer than they can imagine. Harry loves Draco’s company, Draco has somehow become an escape, something calm, and strong, something that tethers Harry to his sanity. Draco offers him the break that his mind needs from all the deadly tournament challenges, or most importantly from his weird dream that includes Voldemort, while Draco sees Harry as a comfortable companion. Someone’s different, someone that doesn’t belong with all the uptight traditions of being a pureblood. Draco learns a lot of things with Harry, things that sometimes are being push aside by the pureblood to achieve their personal goal, things like kindness, and friendship, and humanity.

They talk, and talk, and talk. They basically talk about everything. It somehow feels nice to have someone they can talk to about everything and anything without being judged by their own peers. So they talk, and they take walks in the Forbidden Forest, and then they talk some more. Comfortable companionship turns into uncertain touches, and finally it turns into holding each other. Harry instigated the first hesitant fingers loop when they were just leisurely walking inside the school ground, but Draco didn’t pull away, so fingers loop became hand holding in the end. But Draco instigated the first full body holding. Harry was telling him about how not all muggles are good muggles, just like wizard, and he gave the Dursley as an example. After Harry has to stop talking to keep his voice from breaking, Draco just stood up and trapped Harry inside his embrace. That day, Harry finally recognize Draco’s scent as he buried his head on the boy’s shoulder –sage, lemongrass, and oddly something that Harry can only describe as Earl Grey tea. Draco only tightens his embrace as Harry takes a full whiff of Draco’s scent, keeping it inside his mind.

Time is never relevant when you’re busy. You’re busy saving your life, you’re  busy keeping yourself sane, you’re busy sorting out your feelings, you’re busy mourning for a friend, you’re busy telling everyone about a grave danger that has come back. Harry knows that time is never relevant in his life, in the end he would only find himself in the last page of the book, in the end he’ll stand waving goodbyes to many people. This time he regrets all the time that feels irrelevant, this time he regrets for not making more time with Draco Malfoy, instead he got caught up with evil wizard trying to kill him and the death of a very good wizard. Harry has lost his time to actually making worthy memories that doesn’t give him any nightmare with Draco Malfoy.

The Triwizard Tournament is over, Harry has won, Cedric was murdered, and Mad Eye Moody was locked down six feet underground. Now, the Beauxbaton and Durmstrang needs to go back to their respective school. Harry is sad, but he is not alone. He has said his goodbye to Fleur and her sister, he also has said his farewell to Krum, but he hasn’t seen the only one that he actually needs to say goodbye to. Draco Malfoy is nowhere to be seen. So, now Harry is in one of the less crowded hallway with Ron and Hermione, looking at the Pegasus carriages bringing the Beauxbaton’s students home.

“You okay, Harry?” Hermione asks.

“Yeah, yeah, I will be eventually.”

“You have said your goodbye?” Ron asks concern. Harry shakes his head with a sad smile on his lips.

“Can’t find him.”

“It’s okay, mate. It’s summer holiday now. Do yourself a favor, forget him and find yourself a nice bloke, yeah?” Ron grins which makes Hermione slaps his arms, but Harry is smiling. Yeah, everything is gonna change now.

“You will write to me, won’t you?” Hermione asks, her voice is shaking a little bit. They start walking away from the wall.

“Blimey, I won’t have time to write you anything ‘Mione!” Ron exclaims.

“You’ll write to me, though, Harry.”

“Oh yeah, everyday for the entire holiday, as many as you—” Harry is smiling at Hermione, but his words stuck in his throat as he suddenly see Draco leaning on the wall at the end of the hallway. Harry can’t quite believe his own eyes, but Draco straightens his posture and smiles charmingly as he walks straight to Harry, ignoring everyone else in the room. “I thought you’d left.” Harry finally breathes.

“Cannot leave without saying goodbye, can I?” Draco once again closes the distance between them, but this time stopping face to face with Harry. Grey eyes hold the green captive, and Harry feels faint with the sheer passion inside Draco’s eyes. With tenderness Harry couldn’t quite imagine, Draco’s finger trails on Harry’s jaw, lifting his chin softly in the end before leaning in. Soft lips touch Harry’s lips hesitantly before diving in for a searing kiss. One breathtaking kiss that makes Harry’s toes curls inside his shoes, and forget about the world beside the space between the both of them. In the end, Draco lets the kiss becomes slower, mapping Harry’s lips with his tongue, and slowly pulls back. Harry is in a daze, his face flustered, lips red and almost swollen by kisses, his hair is the most disheveled Draco has ever seen, his glasses is fogged, but the brilliant green peeks out behind the glass. Draco decides that he loves seeing Harry like this.

“I’ll see you again one day, Harry. This year has been the highlight of my life.” Draco once again leans in to kiss Harry’s cheek, and then he starts walking away. Harry can only stares at Draco retreating figure, he doesn’t quite sure on what to say, but Draco turns back again to face him, and start walking backward. A grin is plastered on his face. Grey eyes look warm under the sunset light. “Write to me, Harry! Everyday for the entire holiday and even much longer! I’ll wait for your letters!” Draco grins as he half say half yell the sentence. Harry smiles at that.

“Will do! Everyday for as long as you want, as many as you want!” Harry feels his eyes waters a bit. Draco Malfoy is surely something else, something so out of this world that somehow belongs in Harry’s life. With that, Draco nods and then he runs; disappears from the hallway, boarding the ship he came with on the first September, going back home with the Durmstrang’s students.

I will see you around, Draco Malfoy.

[yaasdrarry]

Do you know any Durmstrang!Draco fics?

I doooo

Floating by seri-kun

“Draco Malfoy, a visiting student from Durmstrang, couldn’t believe he was Harry Potter’s hostage for the second task.“

Different Worlds by Professor McKitten

“Draco is sent to Durmstrang for the first five years of his schooling. How ever does he and Harry end up together?“

Phantasmagoria by furiosity

“There are other worlds beyond this one, but Harry is not looking for them. Far from it: he is only looking for the last Horcrux. Along the way, he meets someone he did not expect and finds a world he didn’t know existed. It all sort of goes arse over tea kettle from there. Or perhaps not.”

Magical Feelings by vider le demarreur

“Harry is put into Slytherin instead of Gryffindor. He does very well in his house, and Draco Malfoy does not go to Hogwarts. The triwizard tournament occurs at hogwarts during Harry’s fourth year and a 17 year old Draco arrives with the Durmstrang school. Creature fic!”

Beautiful Stranger, Beautifully Familiar and Always and Forever by SilentAuror

“Plot cliches galore, in smut form! Featuring leather-clad Draco and slightly-drunk, inexperienced Harry in a club, and all manner of good times!”