#french draco

[blackdiamond1038]

[siriuslywolfish-pg9]

Okay but Harry learning French for scorpios? And Draco finding out? Hell yeah!

Draco and scorpios move back to England after Asotoria's death. And Scorpios can only speak French and only a couple of words of broken english.

Anyway, so fast forward to Harry and Draco becoming tentative friends at work and then they slowly start dating.

Because of course Draco always had a crush on Harry, and Harry, after realising just how much Draco has changed after the war and finally getting to see the real caring Draco behind the Malfoy mask, quickly falls for the blond git, hard and fast, because "Draco is just amazing Hermione! He is so smart, and witty, and have you seen the way he is with Teddy? Its adorable! " "Yes Harry, I know, Draco is the best. Now will you fuck off and just snog him already so that I can finally get some work done?"

But Draco is still hesitant to take things forward even though he likes Harry a lot, because he has scorpios to think about. The poor child has already lost a parent, and Draco doesn't want him to get too attached to Harry, only for Harry to one day realise that Draco-former death eater- is not good enough for him and then leave him for good. Draco is already very apprehensive about how deeply he himself has fallen for Harry, and he can only risk his own heart, but not that of his precious son.

But there is not much Draco can do, because scorpios takes a quick liking to Harry from the rare occasions on which the savior comes for dinner. Draco tries his best to keep the two from spending too much time together, but even those rare occasions had been enough for the child to be charmed with Harry.

And Draco can't even be mad because Harry is just so good with scorp. And it melts his heart everytime he sees the two together. There is something about the way Harry makes his baby boy laugh and let's him pull his hair before untangling those chubby fingers off his locks and then kissing those chubby hands that just turns Draco's heart to a pile of goo.

Just how is Draco expected to control himself if Harry continues to be like that!

Then one Sunday morning--after a night of an amazing date and hot steaming sex at Harry's place-- Draco finds a French for beginners on Harry's bed-side table.

"What's this for?" Draco asks as he enters the kitchen where Harry is whistling and cooking breakfast-in-bed for his sexy slytherin boyfriend, who looks adorable with morning messy hair (a rareity).

Harry looks up, smiles, then notices the book in question and casually shrugs before going back to flipping pan cakes.

"I am just learning French these days. You know, so that I can talk to scorp or atleast understand the basics. I mean what if there is an emergency and he needs an adult and-- I mean, I can't really expect him to learn english for me, can I? He is just four. And it's good, if I want to get to know him and--

But before he could finish he is cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing onto his as Draco pushes him against the counter and kisses him senseless until Harry is breathless and disoriented.

"whao, what was that for?" Harry asks.

Draco just presses his forehead against Harry's and smiles, "You stupid amazing idiot. What did I ever do to deserve you?"

And Draco says it so fondly and with so much love in his voice that all the insults sound like the most lovely compliment to Harry.

And Draco knows in that moment that Harry is it for him, he always has been. This man with messy hair and dorky glasses and his stupid goofy smile that always makes Draco' heart do somersault and who is making time from his overly hectic auror schedule to learn a new language to get to know his son better, as if doing something so sweet and considerate is second nature to him. Draco cannot even describe the way his heart swelled like a balloon and soared into the sky and beat like a wild bird, all at the same time, for this man.

And let's just say that the pancakes got burned, Draco was naked on the counter at some point. And Harry got his French lessons in the most creative ways in bed.

[curlyy-hair-dont-care]

Truth or Dare

“Harry! Truth or Dare?”

“Beer!” Harry countered, taking a seat.

“Let him breathe, Gin. He just got in.” Ron laughed at the same time as Pansy shouted, “Beers for everyone. That’s the penalty for being late!”

Harry sportingly got a round for the table.

Suddenly, Hermione piped up, “So Harry, truth or dare?”

“Dare!” he said with a roguish smirk.

“I dare you to ask that blond for his number.” Hermione pointed towards the bar.

Harry huffed and turned to see a tall blond talking to the bartender. His exasperated expression morphed into a grin as he got up. “Hold my beer.”

“Isn't that Pansy’s friend from France?” Luna commented her head on Ginny’s shoulder.

“The one you’ve been trying to set Harry up with?” Ron asked.

“Draco.” Blaise nodded.

“Oh, is it?” Pansy innocently inquired squinting in the direction of the bar as Hermione smiled mischievously into her beer.

Written for the August Drarry Discord Drabble Challenge. Prompt: Hold my butterbeer Word count: 150 Thank you to the organisers, all the lovely folks over on Discord! I imagine Pansy/Hermione, Blaise/Ron and Ginny/Luna as couples in this AU.

[itsskylover23]

more hc no one asked for

draco is french, speaks french, and takes harry to france often

draco and fluer bond over being gorgeous french blondes that the weasley's are eh about

at all weasley events they stick together

they love confusing the weasleys by speaking french

harry LOVES when draco speaks french

draco calls harry cute pet names in french and says je te'aime more often than i love you

harry tried to copy dracos french and draco laughs at his horrible accent

draco wispers sweet french nothings into harry's ear in the early mornings or late nights

they eventually get a second home in france where they vacation to often

if y'all have any fic recs with french draco pls send em my way

[smile-night]

okay but draco malfoy speaking french??

that's hot

[draccus]

Harry in France

Okay so I have this headcanon, hear me out

  when harry hears he has to go to france for aurors business, he feels only a split moment of happiness, before he realizes he cant speak french, even if his life depended on it. so he asks fleur for help and she is happy to help him.

after a few intense days of attempting to speak the complicated french language, fleur realized she is trying to do the impossible. harry wasn’t going to be good at french, it took her half an hour to explain harry that je m’appelle is not pronounced as jus mapel. and of course harry is not even a little bit ready to speak french for three whole months.

but when harry arrives at the french auror department, he gets pleasantly surprised by the fact that another man from england is arriving tomorrow, who is also willing to teach foreign people the beautiful french language. and so harry agrees to meet the man in his apartment the next evening for his first ‘lesson’.

of course meeting the man who was going to help him with his french was horrible. harry could not believe his ears when he heard the other man sneer about ‘how apparently the Golden Boy could NOT do everything, such as basic things like speaking another language.’

of course the man that has to learn him something for the next weeks has to be draco malfoy and of course he had not changed one bit

of course his white hair still fell in his face from time to time, of course he has to dramatically drag his hand through his whole hair to fix it. of course he would tease him about his french pronunciation meanwhile his is perfect and of fucking course he has to make comments such as ‘instead of looking at my face all the time, potter, you should at least make it look like youre trying to learn.’

now harry cant just ignore those comments cant he, malfoy’s basically asking for it.

 so he has planned to say The Perfect Thing

 ‘if you want me to be into you, you can just say so.’

but he didn’t expect malfoy to just blush, and for him to look away and to mumble something in french that he wouldn’t understand anyway

(but it was still kinda, sorta beautiful???)

and he especially didn’t think that malfoy muttered ‘if you want flirty you can get it.’

and so the next days there isnt much tutoring, more who can flirt better with who

and of course malfoy would have to bring it to work too, saying things about his arse looking good in his uniform and of course all their coworkers noticed

‘nice abs, potter, been working out more?’

‘good you noticed, if not I would have done it for nothing, wouldn’t i?’

this goes on for a m o n t h

before someone decides it has to stop, screaming ‘just kiss already.’

and when they do, its harrys favourite thing

and he never wants to stop

because ofcourse Malfoy has to be good at it.

bonus:

he never learns french he just lets his boyfriend translate everything for him.

[therubyjailcell]

The insult - Drarry

Because I am tired and found this post from @vatan95 , I decided it’d be a good idea to write that, so... Have a silly fic.

Draco stared at the night sky through the window and sighed. Avoiding sleep was probably not a good idea, but he wasn’t tired anymore. He heard the familiar footsteps approaching and barely glanced at the boy leaning on the windowframe next to him. Potter -no, he was Harry now, and he had been ever since he had asked Draco to join him to study- couldn’t get any sleep either apparently. He aknowledged his presence with a nod, and got a tired smile in return. This was usual, almost every night the same. He kept glancing to him every now and then.

Their Saviour sure was handsome. Draco had noticed that a long time ago, but it was even more flagrant from close. And Draco’s heart had definitely noticed. He sighed again, and earned the attention of the boy next to him.

“Everything alright?”

Harry’s tone was tainted with concern. Draco’s heart clenched. No, everything was not alright. Draco was in love -because yes, it was love, not just a small crush anymore, not since they started to know each other for real- with a man who would never love him back, and he couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. He sneered with disdain.

“Je t’aime.”

Harry frowned. He didn’t understand what Draco had just said, but based on the smirk on his face and the tone, so close to before, before they became friends, before everything, it had to be an insult or something.

“Well, you’re an idiot!

-Did you even understand what I said?, Draco said with a mocking tone.

-No, but you’re an idiot anyway.”

Harry huffed, which earned him a roll of the eyes from the blond. The brown haired man crossed his arms, pouted and left. Draco sighed again. Pansy was right. Potter was an idiot.

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Harry was sitting on his bed with a pout. He was like this for an hour now, and Hermione was feeling his frustration from the desk she was working at. Studying together in the boys’ room had become a routine since they came back for their 8th year, and she usually enjoyed it but right now... Harry’s frustration was disturbing her from her potion essay. She sighed and turned to him.

“Okay, what’s wrong?

-Nothing.

-Harry James Potter, enough is enough. Stop that right now and tell me what’s is upsetting you.”

Harry threw her a slightly afraid look. That voice and that face clearly meant he couldn’t back away. Too late for that. He gulped and nodded.

“Draco keeps insulting me in that weird language for months now, but he refuses to tell me what it means and I’m running out of insults to throw back at him...”

Harry looked away. That wasn’t the entire truth to be honnest. The idea of the other boy insulting him was upsetting him, and it didn’t matter what he said. He had hoped they had moved past this, but apparently not. Even though Malfoy clearly seem to find Harry’s answers amusing and kept hanging out with them. Maybe it was playful then? But Harry still had no idea what the insult meant and that was bugging him.

“What is it that Draco say?

-Why do you ask...?, Harry’s tone showed how confused he was.

-Because, dummy, I am good at languages., Hermione’s eyebrow was raised, challenging Harry.

-Oh... Right... Huh... Je... T’aime... Or something.”

Hermione bursted out laughing. Harry stared at her. Has she gone insane? What was happening. It took her a few minutes to calm down.

“Merlin, Harry, are you that oblivious?”

Harry’s confusion was probably visible on his entire being, as Hermione seemed to feel bad. She sighed and went to sit next to him.

“Harry, dear, that’s not an insult...

-Of course it is! Malfoy is always sneering and makes fun of me whenever I insult him back!, Harry whispered-yelled.

-No, Harry... , Hermione shook her head., ‘Je t’aime’ means ‘I love you’, it’s french.”

Harry froze. Draco had been telling him he loved him for the past months? Suddenly something lit up in his head. That’s why he was so worried about Draco hating him. He loved the blond git! And said blond git loved him too? Harry got up right away.

“Wait, where are you going?! Harry!

-I NEED TO GO TO MY BOYFRIEND AND ASK HIM OUT!”

Hermione watched her best friend run to whichever location Draco was at and sighed. A small smile made its way to her face. These two... They were idiots. But cute idiots.

[mclfxys]

Beauxbatons AU : Drarry

AU where Draco Malfoy was not, and had never been a student at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but instead had attended Beauxbatons Academy of Magic.

After the war, instead of returning to Hogwarts for the rebuild, Harry decides to go to France for the summer as a small get-away from his life. While there, he meets a beautiful man named Draco Malfoy.

They start off as mere acquaintances, but gradually become best friends. Draco shows Harry around, from the Beauxbatons Palace to life in the city. He learns so much more about life outside of Britain and Hogwarts he never even thought existed. They go everywhere, do everything, all of it, together.

While they become closer, everything that will happen, happens.

With Harry, the ability to love had never been hard for him, but he never really realized what falling in love felt like until he fell in love with Draco Malfoy. Late night conversations, cuddles by the fireplace, inside jokes, spending every waking minute with each other had made them closer then ever. They develop a bond, closer than either pf them had ever had with any other person.

Draco teaches Harry french and reveals to him every beautiful thing there is in the wizarding world of Beauxbatons. They learn more about each other also, with Draco’s stories about his family and his parents’ expectations, and Harry’s experiences with his past life, both the beautiful and horrifying parts. Draco understands all of it and still loves and supports him, no matter how terrifying and repulsive some of them were. This makes Harry love him more than words can say.

There was so much more to the world, and Draco shows him all of what he knows. Draco Malfoy and France together made the most interesting, fun, and carefree moments Harry had ever had in his entire life.

In the past, Harry’s choices were never really choices he himself had made. Always, everyone expected him to do this, do that, be this, be that, all because of a decision a madman made a few months after he was born. With Draco in his life and the war over, he was finally able to choose for himself for who he wants to be, and what he wants to do. Draco had indirectly introduced real freedom to Harry, a gift he would never be able to fully repay.

Never had Harry really have a solid, steady, safe and free haven his entire life, but with Draco, Harry was finally truly at home.