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thinking about older drarry when draco's hair starts greying at the temples and harry, to annoy to him because ofc he would annoy his husband like that, tugs at the strands playfully and says "matches your eyes, love." and draco pretends to be annoyed and fights the smile that tugs at the corners of his mouth
All The Time in the World
@drarrymicrofic | words: 541 | prompt: brave | bingo squares: older drarry, 500 words
“So there we were, room ablaze! And your grandfather dearest, my brave knight in shining armour swooped down—” Draco gestured wildly, the back of his rocking chair knocking into Jamie who narrowly avoided spilling hot tea down his shirt, “—and grabbed onto me with those strong arms of his and hoisted me up onto his broomstick, flying us off into the sunset!”
He smoothed down his sleek grey locks that had gotten tangled in his robes amidst his excitement, then turned his attention to the bright silvery eyes peering up at him in wonder.
“Wow, papi Draco, I didn’t know grandpa Harry saved you!” Lily exclaimed, beaming from her spot on the floor.
Jamie rolled his eyes, placing the tea tray on the small table between his parents. He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and held it out to his papa expectantly.
“Thank you, deary,” Draco responded gratefully before blotting his eyes. “Oh, mon chéri, your grandpa Harry saved me in more ways than you could ever know.”
Harry grinned affectionately, placing his hands on his cane for support as he leaned over to give Draco a quick peck.
“Into the sunset? Really, papi? How come I’ve never read about that story in any of my history books?” JJ piped up from where he was slung lazily across the sofa.
“Well, Junior—” Harry began, sipping his tea.
“Grandpa, please, it’s JJ.”
“—there are many stories from the war that never made it into your textbooks.”
“And not for a lack of trying!” Draco added. “I think those interviewers started to tune out any story I told that involved me riding on Harry’s broomstick, if you know what I mean.”
Harry sputtered on his tea, then nodded emphatically.
JJ buried his face in his hands, grumbling.
“I am begging you to stop.”
Jamie blanched.
“Papa, please!”
Lily tilted her head in puzzled contemplation.
“What’s wrong with grandpa’s broomstick?”
Jamie frowned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Absolutely nothing, sweetheart,” Draco nodded solemnly, “it’s fantastic, best I’ve ever had.”
“Alright, I think that’s enough story time for tonight, say goodnight Lils,” Jamie groaned.
After goodnight hugs and kisses had been given and the kids were off to bed, Harry turned to Draco with a sly smile spread across his face.
“So…” he drawled, “your knight in shining armour, eh? I seem to recall you shoving me off that broomstick the second we hit the ground.”
“Well obviously,” Draco snorted, “You risked your life for me then landed tangled in my arms. I was about three seconds away from snogging you senseless!”
“That’s a fair point. The wizarding world thanks you for your impressive amount of self control.”
“As they should! Now,” Draco sighed, slapping his hands on his knees as he stood slowly with a groan. “How about we go to bed and I’ll give you a demonstration of what I would’ve done had you not had to go defeat that old noseless fart.”
He provided his arm for Harry to hold onto as they made their way leisurely down the corridor to their room, taking their time to admire the photos of family and friends that lined the walls.
They were in no rush—they had all the time in the world.
Recent Drarry’s plus Draco scar placement
Older Drarry recs (In their 20s/30s)
Part l
✨ Seeker’s High / 40k / Harry Potter doesn’t expect to take up running years after the war ends; it just sort of happens.
He also doesn’t expect that — as he fights tooth and nail to climb out of a post-war depression he didn’t realize he’d fallen into — he’ll end up running right into the arms of Draco Malfoy.
A half angsty drama, half romcom of Harry working on himself, learning how to accept help from his friends, and falling in love with his childhood nemesis.
I love a fic that handles mental health topics, specially Harry’s depression post war. Using running as a coping mechanism was wonderful, as I could see Harry falling in love with the sport and getting better and better as the story progressed. Also, Ginny’s and Harry’s relationship is one of the best I’ve read in a fic.
✨ He Who Must Not Be Normal / 40k / Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t. Instead it has Indian takeaway and a blue jumper and people wanting a whole lot of what they can’t have, discovering themselves as they discover each other.
A really different take on Draco’s and Harry’s life post war. It was both tender and incredibly sad. Loved it.
✨ All Our Secrets Laid Bare / 149k / Over the six years Draco Malfoy has been an Auror, four of his partners have turned up dead. Harry Potter is assigned as his newest partner to investigate just what is going on.
A classic! If you haven’t read it already, please give it a go!
✨ Dwelling on Dreams / 135k / Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals.
Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco's chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep.
Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.
My kink is Harry Potter in leather and a motorcycle
✨ The Claiming of Grimmauld Place / 74k / When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge. However, as Malfoy and Harry get closer, Harry comes to understand that expectations aren’t always the best path by which to guide his heart — and in the process learns just what is needed to make a house a home.
✨ Never Mind the Bollocks / 118k / If someone told Harry six months ago that by autumn he would be single, living on whisky and toast, and dancing the night away with Draco Malfoy, he would have told them to get their head checked.
And yet, here he was.
This author is SO good. I never fail to laugh when reading any of their stories. This one in particular is my favorite of them. So messy and chaotic and real.
✨ Jasmine in Bloom / 41k / This is not something Draco can have in his life… Potter overturning all that he’s carefully cultivated. They’re not compatible and never will be. Draco’s been playing with fire. It just so happens that he likes how Potter smoulders before being allowed close enough to burn.
✨ Too Good At Raising Hell / 87k / When Harry Potter walks into Draco’s nightclub looking like trouble, Draco can’t stop staring. He really ought to train his dick not to react so enthusiastically to red flags, but where would be the fun in that?
A quiet, cosy night in✨️
Ps: sorry for the lack of answers and comics recently folks, I've become completely enchanted by the idea of writing fanfic & I'm currently working on something artsy for sudsfest.❤️
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how about?????? dad bod harry 😼🤞🤨🥰
Thanks for the inspo! 😼✨
Happy Christmas, Harry by Celandine Pairing: Harry/Draco Rating: E Word Count: 2k Nearly four decades after Voldemort's defeat, Harry and Draco celebrate the holiday together.
Older Drarry makes me so emo because neither of them probably thought they’d live past seventeen. Hell, even after the war, Harry couldn’t shake off the feeling of death looming over him, like nothing came out of life more than death and death and death because it was all he had ever known of.
And after nearly three years in Azkaban, the stench of death and the trace of lost souls lingered with Draco, accompanying him on his daily walks through the Manor's withering rose gardens.
However, the older versions of Harry and Draco get to spend their days in Spain basking in the sun, and their wrinkled skin is covered with more than just scars. On Harry's hands, freckles sprawled like constellations, and a dragon tattoo roars to life on Draco's torso.
Draco's hair is more silver than blond, whereas Harry's hair and beard are all salt and pepper. Nightmares are long-forgotten memories replaced by dreams of having five seven children coming to fruition. They were stay-at-home dads for a while (which is perhaps the only time Harry has ever felt grateful rather than embarrassed about his astounding fortune). Until the children have grown up and moved on with their lives.
Now, Draco is a poet and Harry is an artist, both under pseudonyms. Without the rest of the world knowing, they are each other's muse. They have died and lived for each other in secret and their love is the most sacred thing they have ever held in the palm of their hands.
Harry no longer regrets coming back from the dead and Draco no longer resents himself for spending all those years hating Harry rather than loving him.
Draco, however, still scolds Harry for making his tea not scalding enough, to which Harry only rolls his eyes at. Harry still cuts his sandwiches into triangles because it makes ‘more bread’, which doesn’t make sense to Draco and probably never will.
Older Draco and Harry get to live the life they deserve and so much more. They get to watch a hundred more sunrises and a thousand more sunsets and the stars in the sky have woven into newer and more complex constellations just for them.
The road to all is well was a long one, but neither Draco nor Harry would change a thing.
