#ler!draco

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Draco and the Tickling Charm

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Part 2

Drarry fic

By the middle of second year, Harry was being aggravated by Draco's daily antics. But, of course, he couldn't do anything about it. He hadn't broken any school rules, after all. While walking to Flitwick's Charms class, Harry was sulking about his soaked clothes, which were, obviously, due to Draco's use of Aguamenti the same morning. When he walked in, however, the board caught his eye; they were learning a new spell that day. 

"Ric-tu-sem-pra," he repeated the incantation, curious as to what it could do. "Interested, Mr. Potter?" Flitwick asked. Harry, having quite forgotten that he wasn't alone, nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice beside him. 

"Y-yes. What does it do?" he replied. "You'll learn in a few minutes. Can't have the others think I'm picking favourites, now can I?" Flitwick asked jovially. "I'm sure Malfoy's father would hear about that," Harry muttered through his teeth, as he went to take his seat in between where Ron and Hermione would usually be sitting. Both were, however, in the hospital wing. Another one of Neville's unfortunate accidents. 

One by one the rest of the students began to file into the room, filling most of the seats with curious faces, and others with impatience. "Today we will be learning a new charm. It is pronounced…" Harry's eyes began to wander as Flitwick droned on, eyes landing on Draco, and settling to glare at him. "...practice your skills on one another. Keep that in mind, as you will need to choose partners. Alright, let's begin." That snapped Harry back to reality. They would have to practise the charm on one another? 

He could only pray that Ron or 'Mione would get there in time. He didn't know what the spell did, as he wasn't paying any attention, but he didn't trust anyone. Two by two, people paired up.

"Sorry, Malfoy, but I already promised Goyle," Crabbe said, before walking away quickly. Draco scowled across the room at the only other loner as he stalked towards him. Harry set his jaw and met him in the middle. "Malfoy," Harry greeted coldly. "Potter." Draco spat back.

They separated into two lines, each pair facing one another. Flitwick pointed his wand to Draco's line, stating, "This is line A. You will be practicing first. Line B will go second. Alright, Begin!"

Wands raised into the air, and one loud "Rictusempra" fell down the line. It came from Draco's lips last, as he swished his wand and pointed it straight at Harry. Harry's line quickly devolved into laughter, which confused him until the silver light hit his stomach, enveloping it in a tickling sensation that set his face on fire and electrified his nerves.

Harry tried his best not to react, but he soon succumbed and began giggling madly. Draco's stomach fluttered at the sound and his wrist twisted of its own accord, which, to Harry's delight dismay, only intensified the sensation. He curled in on himself as if that would help anything.

Draco, meanwhile, was panicking. Why was his heart skipping at the musical sound of Harry's giggles? Why did the sight of him in such a joyful state, forced or not, make Draco want to grin like an idiot? His wand travelled up, increasing the pitch of Harry's breathy laughter as the light hit his ribs.

Draco became suddenly aware of the stares all around him, and the quiet, breathy pleas from Harry as he ran out of air. He swished his wand and the light retreated back into his wand. Harry breathed a sigh of relief but remained curled up, recovering.

Draco looked about him and realized that everyone else had stopped minutes ago and were simply staring at the pair of them in awe. He then felt the pull of his cheeks and coughed, wiping the grin off of his face.

Flitwick cleared his throat, returning to his stand, and spoke. "Now then. Line B, I suppose you will have to practice tomorrow. Alright, pack up now, class is almost over." Draco looked anywhere but at the boy being helped to his feet, face still ablaze, as he got his books and placed his wand into his belt.

He led the class out, to avoid glancing at Harry again, who took the rear for the same reason. He was more than a little grateful that neither of his friends had been there. No one spoke of the incident, and Draco made sure his father would be none the wiser.

@veryblushyswitch I- I kinda added to the prompt (whoops) and I'm posting it as a multi part fic so I have motivation to finish it. (I know it doesn't look like your prompt yet but I promise that part comes later)

[simplee-dreaming]

Poor Thing

This is a Ler!Draco x Lee!Reader tickle fic.

Summary: The reader is feeling a little down so Draco decides to cheer them up.

Word count: 877

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It was a cold and rainy November. You hadn’t had a great month yet anyway, despite it only being 5 days in. Being in third year, you had noticed the growing change in the amount of homework and studying you had been given and it was starting to stress you out. And the news of a mass murderer on the loose didn’t help with your stress level either. 

Your next lesson was Defence Against the Dark Arts. You rather enjoyed this lesson, though being a Slytherin it was probably best to hide your enjoyment. Professor Lupin was a great teacher though. You walked into the classroom and took your normal seat beside Draco Malfoy. 

“How’s your arm Draco?” You asked, looking at the arm loosely in a sling. 

“It’s okay today, thanks Y/N. It really did take a beating from that monster though,” Draco replied. You smiled briefly at him before getting your book out. 

Lupin was standing at the front of the class, this lesson he was explaining how to fight off Hinkypunks. You were zoned out completely, thinking about all the assignments you had to do. You didn’t realise you were daydreaming until you heard Draco loudly whisper your name.

“Hey, Y/N” 

You snapped back to reality and turned to Draco.

“Are you okay?” He asked. You nodded but your face refused to smile. Draco furrowed his brows but continued anyway.

“Do you like my drawing?” He asked, showing you the moving drawing he had just made of Harry Potter being struck by lightning in tomorrow’s Quidditch match. You scoffed a little, forcing your mouth to smile.

“Yeah, that’ll be him for sure” You said, but you turned your attention back to Lupin, your smile fading instantly, Draco looked at you, concerned. 

A few minutes later he tried to grab your attention again. 

“Y/N look, now he’s being hit with a bludger!” Draco said, showing you his improved drawing of Harry. You smiled a little more at this drawing. 

“Y/N are you sure you’re okay?” Draco whispered. You nodded slowly.

“I’m fine” you whispered back.

“No you’re not, you normally have a right laugh with me during his ridiculous lessons” 

“Sorry” you replied, no longer concentrating on the class. 

Draco kept looking at you, wondering why you weren’t laughing more with him. Then an idea struck. He didn’t know if it would work, but it was worth a try if it got you laughing. He tried to hide the wicked smirk on his face as he poked your side with his “good” arm. You jumped and turned to him. 

“Draco, what was that for?” You asked, frowning at him.

“You’re not smiling like normal, so I thought I’d help” he replied before wiggling a finger into your side. You jumped again and let out a little squeak.You covered your mouth instantly, praying no one heard. 

“Oh this is too good,” Draco said. He reached round you with his arm before digging into your other side. You twisted and giggled, your mouth still covered.

“D-draco stop it, you’ll get us into trouble” you whispered, looking at Lupin who hadn’t noticed you making a noise. Draco grinned mischievously at you before fluttering his fingers into your neck. You scrunched up your shoulders and let out a squeal and a giggle.

“Excuse me, what’s going on back there?” Lupin asked. Your face went bright red as you looked down. 

“Nothing Professor.” Draco said. Lupin furrowed his brows but went back to teaching. 

“Idiot” you muttered, looking at Draco. 

“What was that?” He asked before squeezing your knee. You squealed loudly and jumped, banging your knee loudly on the table.

“Malfoy, Y/L/N. What is going on?” Lupin asked, coming over to you. 

“Nothing sir. Y/N had their legs crossed and they adjusted themself, banging their knee in the process. Poor thing.” Draco looked at you mockingly. You made eye contact with Lupin and went bright red again. 

“This is a warning for both of you.” Lupin said before going back to the front of the class. Draco left you alone for the rest of the lesson. However, when Lupin told everyone to pack away, Draco used both hands to tickle your sides. You jumped and yelped before falling into laughter. Not many people heard as they were too busy talking and moving chairs. 

“Drahahahaco stohohohop” you squealed, trying to get away from his hands. 

“I will when you say you’ve cheered up” he replied

“I’ve cheehehehehred uhuhuhup pleasehehehehehe” you laughed out, still squirming. He let you go so you could pack your stuff away. 

“You’re so evil.” You said. 

“Obviously.” He replied, grinning at you.You were the last two to leave the room but he gave your sides a quick few squeezes before you left, you squealed loudly again and whacked him on the arm. Lupin saw that time and shook his head. 

“Kids.” He said, rolling his eyes. 

You were sat next to Draco in most classes the rest of the day. He tickled you at every given opportunity, which you did enjoy....despite getting a detention from McGonagall. Draco noticed your mood had lifted so made a mental note to tickle you every time you were feeling down. 

[astraltickles]

Adventures in alleviating boredom

Summary: A desperate attempt at keeping Draco’s mind occupied leads to a plethora of giggling and happy discoveries 

a lil drarry drabble

its 3 am and i deliriously wrote this in a drarry infused haze if its ass im s orry

The bed sheets of Harry’s four poster had long since between reduced to a crumpled up ball at the bottom of the mattress. Harry and Draco laid in comfortable silence side by side; circles were drawn softly on skin, messy hair stuck out in all directions and the heat radiating from their bodies rose and intertwined into the already mellow air. Harry’s blissful thoughts alternated between fondness for his boyfriend laying beside him, and the unusual absence of guilt for laying in silence, with no goal or direction or meaning; just lying next to the one he loves for no other reason than because its what he wants to do. There’s no upcoming event or ongoing turmoil to keep his stomach lurching and brain whizzing, no imminent danger that he ought to be ready for - just a long pale arm drooped across his torso and Draco Malfoy staring fondly up at him.

“I’m bored”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “When are you not bored?” His remark was rewarded with a sarcastic pout from Draco. The blonde haired boy shifted lazily into the position of the big spoon and wrapped his arms all the way around his boyfriends torso in a firm, loving bear hug. His hands rested casually around harry’s sides as he buried his head into the nape of his boyfriends neck.

“myou’re borinmmg” His voice was adorably muffled by Harry's warm skin.

“What was that?” Harry teased. “I can’t understand you”

Harry could feel Draco’s lips twist into a smirk. Friendly banter was not uncommon between the two boys, especially considering Draco seemed to be physically incapable of not teasing Harry for something or rather whenever he got the chance. Harry never took offense to the relentless teasing, he actually quite enjoyed it, this was something that Draco was all too aware off. Harry however, did like to turn the tables every so often, just to see the bewildered expression and slight blush creep to Draco’s cheeks when Harry took a playful stab at him. 

Draco rose his head slightly. “I said”  his tone transforming distinctly from the sleepy, loving boy he was a few seconds prior to a now cheeky, equally as loving yet slightly concerning flavor of mischief - “You’re boring”

With this, Draco put his conveniently placed fingers to action and dug into Harry’s ribs, massaging them menacingly; with intent.

Harry’s heart hurdled in his chest at the unexpected sensation and let out an instinctual cry of surprise before burying his face into his pillow and dissolving into a muffled belly laugh. He wriggled around in Draco’s strong grasp and cried out between his giggles. “Whahahat are you doihihing”

“Isn’t it obvious, potter? I’m alleviating my boredom” Draco’s rubbing evolved into squeezing, which elicited a somewhat convulsion like spasm to erupt from his boyfriend with every bend of a finger. soon, it became difficult for Draco to contain him within his arms.

“Drahaco, noho!” Harry cackled out, “stohohp”

“You’ve got to be kidding me with this” Draco exclaimed, not even attempting to mask the pure glee from his tone. “There’s no way that you’re this ticklish”

Draco swiftly changed position so he was straddling Harry’s hips and began to rapidly poke the chosen one’s belly. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back as he fell into a pool of uncontrollable giggles, clumsily wacking at the area he estimated Draco’s hands to be. 

“I cahahn’t beleihihve you’re tihihckling me right nohow”

Where Draco had found it within himself to decide to tickle him out of all things was beyond Harry - he hadn’t foreseen Draco to be the tickling type. Although he couldn't say he was disappointed. 

“You’ve always said you wanted to see more of my playful side, babe” Draco looked down at Harry; the creases beside his eyes wonderfully present as laughter poured from his widely smiling lips. He felt his hips beneath him, wiggling in response to the strategic prodding he was administering upon his toned middle and thanked whatever otherworldly presence he dared to believe in, that he was given such a perfect, ticklish boy like Harry.

Draco reluctantly seized his attack when he noticed a gloss growing in Harry’s eyes. Without forgetting to showcase his award winning shit-eating grin, he left his post at Harry’s hips and layed down directly atop the smaller boy, his head settling on his chest. 

Draco allowed himself to relax, listening to the sound of Harry’s heartbeat, his head being lifted every so often by Harry’s attempt to controlling his panting and leftover giggles. 

“You know, Draco” Harry began, once he’d regained his composure. “I really hope that that smirk wasnt supposed to imply that you aren’t exceptionally sensitive yourself” 

Draco felt Harry’s fingertips ghost over his lower back, and he tensed more noticeably than he’d have liked to admit.

Harry felt the presence of Draco’s cheek on his chest grow hot, and smirked. 

“hey, Draco?”

“yes?” a small voice responded 

“I’m bored”

In the seconds following, Harry was to learn that Draco Malfoy was one blonde, handsome, chortling, ticklish hypocrite. 

[astraltickles]

Tickle headcannons | drarry edition

Because I’m living in 2014

Draco does hilarious body movements when tickled. You’d think he’s being electric shocked if you didn’t have context - it shatters his tough persona into a metric fuckton of tiny pieces

Harry has a crippling fear of hurting Draco so he just resorts to lying in the plank position, grunting, giggling and squirming when Draco insists on tickling him.

Draco is low key bad at tickling so harry often has to pretend that the tickling is working when it’s really not. But it’s worth it to see the triumphant smile on his boyfriends face.

On the contrary, harry is so good at tickling that it takes a millisecond to get Draco to squeak and thrash about. Harry is fully aware of this talent and is quite proud of himself when he gets Draco to collapse after just one pinch.

However, when Draco does manage to get harry good, the raven haired boy gets super embarrassed about his giggly laughter. Although when Draco goes for his feet, it quickly turns into a bellowing cackle ~

Draco is most ticklish on his ribs, hips and knees while harry is more sensitive to tummy/neck/feet tickles

Harry honest to god loves to tickle Draco. Mostly because he can tell that he likes it, no matter how red he gets when harry grabs at his hips in public.

Draco thinks he’s hot shit pretending that he hates being tickled by his boyfriend, he truly thinks he’s some kind of acting god but harry has known since their literal first date.

They’re way to In love to ever notice the odd stares they get when they have a tickle fight in public

[astraltickles]

The concept of ler!draco keeps me up at night but every time I try to write something for it I never feel like it does such a top tier concept justice and it’s s a d

[astraltickles]

Oh my god why haven't I even thought of ler draco until now I am a Fool. Holy crap. I???????????? Jdnfnnfnnf

I kn oW??? I have roughly 13,000 versions of Ler!draco in my head. There’s cheeky teasy ler!draco but then there’s also like smirky lowkey evil ler!draco and I just want to be able to it into woRDS but it’s sO hard smh