#femme!drarry

[drarrytrash]

why do i feel like girl!Draco would take tons of really extra titty pics and post them in places that girl!Harry would have access to just for the drama

[drarrytrash]

i am all about transboy!drarry but lets talk about transgirl!drarry for a second. harry always feeling uncomfortable with being a boy, but draco not feeling weird about it until ~13. both of them wary to transition because neither of their families are the most accepting of people. give me more transgirl!drarry.

Love this !!!! Ok at first Harry just really wanting to be pretty? Like I feel like once she finally got the freedom to explore her gender how she wanted to she would end up presenting a little bit more androgynous but at the beginning just being so excited to finally be allowed to be pretty after swimming in Dudley’s enormous horrible clothes like can you imagine her asking Hagrid to buy clothes that feel right for her like and her being able to experiment with makeup I’m !!! Very emo. And DRACO OH MY GOD. I just feel like Draco would keep that shit under Lock And Key like Draco at about thirteen like kinda figuring it out and being like “NO I AM NOT DEALING WITH THAT NO SIR” and like trying to pretend that she was a boy and that it didn’t matter and during the war just feeling so wrong to ADD to all of the other things going on in her life and then after the war just like coming out to a few close friends and being very quiet about it but finally feeling comfortable with herself? And I actually think that both Harry and Draco would choose not to change their names because I think Harry would feel like it connected her to her parents? or maybe she’d choose some kind of name that related to them somehow? And I think Draco would keep Draco because stars are gender neutral and I think she’d want to keep that tie to her ancestry? Although I’m sure she could also find something that would mean a lot to her but signify her identity. Anyway. Transgirl!drarry, agree.

[elsa-the-snowbitch]

Stay with me (forever if you want)

In which Harry accidentally on purpose proposes to her girlfriend  

(continuation of the femme!Drarry college AU. I wanted to write some fluffy shit, so you’ll get some fluffy shit)

It is a surprisingly warm morning for April and the birds are chirping outside of their apartment and warmth is filling Harry’s every cell as she watches her girlfriend of two years (two fucking years since they got together on that day in the snow. Harry still can’t fully grasp it.) sleep, curled up next to her like a cat, her light hair, spilling onto the pillow and into her face, some sticking to her lips and curling around her ears.

Harry is so in love that it is almost ridiculous and she could be content to just watch Draco sleep, watch her features being bathed with light but sadly there is business to attend. Like calming down and thinking of something else than the ring in her jean pocket. 

So she carefully disentangles herself and gets up, taking care of not accidentally jolting Draco awake, who looks so damn peaceful in her sleep, splayed out across the bed. Draco makes a small, unhappy noise because her source of warmth is gone but then she curls back up and breathes deeply, still asleep. Harry smiles softly and gets dressed, picking The pair of jeans.

Harry feeds their cat and stretches, yawning almost obnoxiously loud, glad that Draco can’t hear her. She prepares breakfast and smiles as arms sneak around her waist and the scent of cinnamon and sleep fills her nose. She wordlessly hands Draco a cup of Earl Grey and continues flipping bacon, listening to the sounds of the silence and Draco slurping her tea, perched atop the kitchen counter, her starlight hair in a messy bun, a sleepy smile on her face and Harry feels her heart jolt, turns off the heat and pulls the pan off the gas, tugging at Draco’s arm and taking her into her arms. 

Draco is warm with sleepiness and love and someone is playing music next door and it is a mix of really romantic songs and Harry gets the niggling feeling it is because Blaise lives next door and just knows what Harry is up to.

Harry doesn't know why and she doesn't care because Draco is smiling at her and still clad in a short nightdress and looks incredibly beautiful resting in Harry’s arms and she can feel it bubbling up in her throat, threatening to spill out... and then...

“Marry me.” she blurts out before she can stop herself, wishing for the words to go back where they belonged because Draco looks utterly gobsmacked and kind of shocked, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. “I...” she stutters, fidgeting and staring at the tattoos on her arm, willing the lilies to wrap around her and swallow her up. But then there is a hand on her chin, lifting it up and Draco is smiling, smiling so widely that her eyes shine and her dimple pops and Harry’s heart is hammering so hard.

“You idiot. You wonderful, beautiful idiot.” Draco whispers and looks into her eyes. “I love you. I love you so much.”, she adds, caressing Harry’s cheek with her fingertips. “Did you know how long I waited for this?”, she asks and before Harry can answer properly there are lips on her lips and she has to struggle with the ring before she wraps her arms around Draco and pulls her closer, felling her heartbeat against her own chest, can hear her happy laugh.

Outside the sun is shining and the birds are chirping and next door someone whoops very loudly and something crashes, followed by swearing noises.

 It’s so goddamn perfect and so them and Harry feels like shouting and flying all at once.

[elsa-the-snowbitch]

Must like flowers

A femme!Drarry college AU

(for julietsemophase, pinkfreud17, pocketmalfoy, slyth-princess, alpha-exodus, on-cloud-jiyong, ourloveislegendrarry and the rest of my fleet <3 I love you all so much. and warning: It's really long and the third fluffiest thing I have ever written for Drarry. And it steers a bit from the original idea :o I hope you don't mind)

The room is warm with the fire from the chimney as the snow gently falls outside and swathes the grounds in a white blanket. 

Harry watches the flames flicker and listens to the radio playing jaunty Christmas tunes even though it is still shy of a month until Christmas. She rolls her eyes and fiddles with her snakebites, steadfastly tuning out another round of the doubtlessly creepy song 'Carol of the bells', instead concentrating on writing her essay on the significance of a love that survived even death, her messy hair scrunched up in a bun to avoid it from falling into her eyes.

"Potter, could you hand me my course book? I forgot it here..." Blaise Zabini asks, a tall, dark-skinned young man with slightly slanted eyes that are the colour of cinnamon and cheekbones that could cut glass. He smiles an easy smile, breaking Harry's concentration and Harry catches herself blushing a bit, hiding it with a scoff.

"'Course, Zabini, here you go." Harry replies and hands him the book, humming an affirmation at the 'Thanks, Potter.' and resuming her essay.

Suddenly the door bursts open and someone steps through, letting the cold air in for a short moment. Harry looks up and her breath nearly catches in her throat. A girl steps through, a grey, pearl embellished beanie shoved over her hair, some light blonde strands poking through, caressing her face. Her nose and cheeks are tinged pink from the cold weather, her frame sadly hidden by an equally high-end YSL sweater in pitch black and her slender fingers wrapped around two paper cups that smell of coffee and bear the logo that Harry really can't stand because be as she may, she is an utter coffee snob and she rather would drink tea anyway. As the blonde steps close, Harry recognises her jeans as brand and her shoes as UGG and yet again rolls her eyes as her heart keeps thudding in her chest.

"Here, Blaise, I brought you coffee." the blonde says -she even has a horribly posh voice- and extends a well manicured, pale hand that Harry really wants to see somewhere else to hand Zabini the steaming cup and now she really needs to pull her mind out of the gutter because the girl is watching her with wide grey eyes, fiddling with her Beats headphones. She is also staring at the purple in Harry's hair, her arm that is abloom with white Calla lilies and her snakebites, her gaze fascinated. "Potter." she says and something like a smile flits across her face. "Blaise told me about you. You are quite the novelty in his class as I have overheard. Sadly I have to bid my farewell now, as Mr. Snape is awaiting my contribution for the chemistry exhibition one week from Yule." she explains and then she is gone, taking her smell of cinnamon and vanilla and Harry's eyes locked onto her bum with her.

"That's Draco. She is my best friend." Zabini explains out of the blue, jolting Harry out of her reverie, a smirk evident on his handsome face. "You might have met her once or twice as she is taking art, music and German in the same building as you.", he adds, stretching languidly and taking a sip of his coffee.

Harry chooses not to answer, instead she shoves her favourite purple beanie over her head, wraps a hand knitted scarf in bright blue, pink and purple around her neck, glides into her Doc Martens with the flowery pattern and slips on her dark blue gloves. Inside here it is nice but outside the snow is glittering like a million stars at once got caught in the white matter and Harry really really loves snow. And has nothing else to do since her two best friends are currently making out in an abandoned classroom somewhere.

Then the black-haired girl ventures outside, taking in the crisp, cold air and the hushed atmosphere, fairy lights glinting from the trees. She closes her eyes, letting herself flop into the nearest hill of snow and enjoying the softness and coldness seeping through her thick coat. She opens her eyes again, breathing out and watching her breath condense into thick white clouds above herself. Then she starts to hum to herself, happily beginning a snow angel.

Someone chuckles above Harry and she blinks, looking up into a pair of amused grey eyes. "What exactly are you doing, Potter?" the blonde girl from before queries and lets herself flop down next to Harry without preamble, watching her with curious eyes.

"I am spread out in the snow, thinking about the inevitability of death and the meaning of life and creating a snow angel in the process." Harry explains, looking back at ... Draco? What a weird name for a girl.

"You are interesting." Draco muses and smiles at Harry and it damn well nearly takes her breath away. "Different. In a good way." she explains, gesticulating elegantly and accidentally shoving a handful of snow into Harry's face.

Harry sputters, spitting out a small amount of melted snow. "Consider me flattered." she replies and watches the girl next to her, shoving some snow back to her and suddenly a small snowball fight breaks out, the girls both giggling and shrieking and having more fun than ever before.

In the end Draco is straddling Harry, gently caressing the lilies that poke out from underneath her jumper. "You tats are also really cool, they show significance to you." she says softly, smiling at the girl underneath her and carefully pushing a black and purple strand back underneath the beanie. "And you are quite cool too." she adds, the fairy lights illuminating her from behind making her look like some kind of magical creature and Harry's treacherous heart is thudding like mad as the blonde leans down. "And even though you always are so cool and seem untouchable, I have seen a different side of you and I like you a lot, Harry Potter..." she whispers, her lips unbearably close.

Harry can do nothing but nod and then all thoughts fly from her head as gentle lips touch her own.

The snow continues to fall softly around them.

(oh and also scaredpotter who likes lesbian Drarry trash and drarryking, my sweet darling Lex, who is literal lesbian Drarry trash)